drama class

One time in drama class we were playing this game where you have to keep asking each other questions but it has to be on the same topic, and I was up with this mean girl who everyone really doesn’t like bc she’s a bitch and she’s really dumb, and she was like ‘have you ever failed a test?’ And my sassy side came out and I was like 'have you ever passed one?’ (I said it in a sassy voice too) my teacher laughed so hard

Funny story: When I was a drama student, we were all trying out for a role on some shitty low-key soap opera (I never had a chance, knew I didn’t, but eh, they said it would be fun and I should try anyway. I was 17. )

Then, at the audition, this girl walked in. She was jaw-droppingly gorgeous. 

No, the air actually went out of the room as soon as she walked in. And we all knew instantly she would get the part. Which she did. No question asked. Even the casting agents knew it. She was the loveliest thing you’ve ever seen. 

I said to her later on, when we walked out: “What’s it like to be as beautiful as you? It must be wonderful.” 

*Her* “But they drool over me. The guys. It’s…weird.”


*Her* “I only got into this because my parents and everyone told me to. Because someone as pretty as me had to be in acting. I wanted to be an accountant.”

*Me* “Um…well…you’re, uh, photogenic.” 

*Her* “I can’t act!”

*Me* “Well, obviously. I know that. I saw your audition.”

Marc and Cleopatra

      A Richonne AU One Shot! Enjoy if you will…..

   Michonne was sitting in her drama class with her acting partner, Rick. Their teacher, Mrs. Peletier, had assigned them all little scenes to act out.

    These little scenes were all interesting. She had one single bright light on the makeshift stage and the rest of the room was dark. She would peak over at Rick, who was slouched in his chair. He had on all black. He was interested in all the scenes.

     It was really heavy stuff for high school students, but Mrs. Peletier felt they could experience the real world. There was one scene where their classmate, Tyrese, had to forgive someone who killed his son. His acting partner, Philip was portraying the drunk driver. They did a real good job.

   Tara and Rosita played two women who fought in the gulf war and came back with PTSD. They individually spoke about how their lives changed with their families. Again, they did a good job.

    Then there was Abraham and Eugene who played two guys coming to terms with what was their usefulness in life. Mrs. Peletier didn’t mind cursing, as long as it wasn’t toward an individual. So Abraham would throw in colorful improvisations. At one point he told Eugene’s character he’d have a better chance at picking up a clean end of a turd. Michonne bust out laughing, as did the rest of the class.

      “Now, my Marc and Cleopatra.” Mrs. Peletier said clapping for their arrival to the makeshift stage.  Rick stood up in his black hoodie and jeans. Michonne followed suit in her all black t shirt and leggings, and they headed to the center of the room. Everyone’s eyes were all over them. Michonne felt her knees grow a little wobbly and Rick smiled at her. She wasn’t used to standing in front of large crowds.

     “You ready?” He whispered in her ear. She nodded quickly and closed her eyes regaining her composure.

       “Okay, I’m ready.” She took a deep breath and kept calming herself down until she became Cleopatra. It’s like she actually went back to that place. Back to the roman empire. She felt like she was a queen, so she became royalty. She started the scene.

     “Don’t go. I demand that you stay,” she said in a desperate and commanding voice. She turned and faced the audience. Her eyes looking off into the distance, past the students in the class. Her character did not want Marc to go to war, she was trying to convince him to stay.

     Rick, in character, walked up behind her touching her shoulders gingerly. Needing her to understand that he would be with her no matter what. “I have to go. I’m at war with Octavian. It is my duty to go lead my men.” He turned her around abruptly causing her to gasp a bit. So far their performance was going great.

    “I love you, dammit. Can’t you see that Cleopatra? Can’t you see that in my eyes? In the way that I stare at you? The way that I care about you and how I make sure you’re taken care of?” He held her shoulders tight and looked into her eyes. “Don’t you see it, Cleopatra?” He gazed at her intently.  His sky blue eyes had a questioning look in them.

    Michonne was stumped for a minute because he went completely off script. Like, he was way in left field and the ball was in the right. She was supposed to be the one begging and pleading. Not him. Even Mrs. Peletier put her glasses on to read the script thinking maybe she had forgotten what she wrote. So, Michonne improvised as well.

   “I love you, too. From the moment I met you til each second that passes by. I’ve always known it deep down. That’s why I can’t let you go away. I can’t lose you.” Michonne walked away letting the character control her. “If you leave me I won’t have anything. Sure, I’ll have everything I want at my disposal and a kingdom to rule under my every whim.” She swiped her hand across the audience. “But without you there by my side ruling with me, it won’t mean a thing. I need you.”

   She walked closer to him, extending an arm out so her hand could touch his face. It was smooth. She smiled. “If I lose you, none of this means anything.” She looked at him longingly. She tried to get back on track, but he veered off course again.  

    “I wouldn’t leave you if this didn’t mean so much to me. If fighting for what’s mine wasn’t so important, I would stay, but this war is bigger than us. Bigger than just you and me. If I could, I’d stay here with you and feed you grapes. Taste the finest wine with you, but all I can do is give you this.” He grabbed Michonne and hungrily kissed her lips and she was on fire. He plunged his fingers through her soft locs, and cupped the back of her neck with his fingers, the other hand planted at the small of her back. She could do anything but fall against him and hold on.

  At first it was fast paced, he devoured her lips taking her by surprise. Whatever he was doing, he was setting her ablaze. Michonne never kissed a boy before. Not that she didn’t get approached or asked out. A lot of guys have asked her out. But she was so occupied with school, she didn’t see how a boyfriend would fit into her hectic schedule.

    Something was fitting now. Rick pulled her even closer to him and she heard a whimper. Was that her?  He slowed the speed of his kisses down and gently kissed both the top and bottom of her lips over and over again, until he parted from her and gave her the deepest stare. She didn’t know what she looked like, but she knew she was pulling lust and want for him off right now.  Her lips were tingling. Other places on her were, as well.  

“Wait for me, my love. I’m only going to be in the distance.” He held her hands and kissed each one. He was slightly taller than her so he bent a little to meet her gaze. “Look for me there, in the distance. Okay?”

   He let her go and left her standing there. Mesmerized. Confused again. Other feelings she couldn’t explain, but once he left she felt an ache, a bit of heartache and it read all over her face.  She felt crushed a bit because her world came crashing down around her. Her mind and heart were trying to level her to their playing field and she didn’t know which one to follow.

   He came back onto the stage and grabbed her hand and shook her out of whatever state she was in. He leaned over and told her to bow to signify the scene ended. She took her bow, but did it end?

  The class gave them a standing ovation. Everyone started talking about it. The girls were crying. Crying. They were moved to tears. Mrs. Peletier even appeared to wipe her eyes a bit.

    She walked over to them clapping her hands. “Brava! Brava! If you’re going to improvise, you better just go full Nelson with it. That was better than what I wrote. Where did y'all draw that from? That was riveting?” Mrs. Peletier was smiling ear to ear.

     Michonne hadn’t heard a thing she said. She looked at Rick, who for the first time all year really looked at her.

   His eyes never left hers.

                                                        END SCENE

The Signs as Things Said by my Eighth Grade Drama Teacher

Aries: “If I wasn’t working with eighth graders I would use much worse language.”
Taurus: “Haha, you’re not crying because you don’t have a soul.”
Gemini: “There needs to be a Jewish theme park. Like…instead of the tea cups, it’s those Jewish hats.”
Cancer: “All of the trash comes from New York and New Jersey. I mean, that’s where you got me from.”
Libra: “These are my three daughters. The oldest is obnoxious the middle is annoying and the youngest is the worst. Who wants one?”
Virgo: “No, you cannot use real blood on my stage.”
Scorpio: “Yes, the world was in black and white before about 1960.”
Sagittarius: “[the one Jewish kid in our whole school], I’m your father now, and I’m gonna arrange a marriage for you. How do you feel about Betty White?”
Capricorn: “I am omnipotent. I can see all of you on your phone or chewing gum.”
Aquarius: “The Passover is pretty brutal. I mean…what if one of the Egyptians faked it?”

so in my drama class there is a girl named stacy who is really quiet and sweet and on the first day we were playing a name game where we go around and say our names and the next person has to say the name of the person before plus their own ect. so someone forgot her name and out of the blue she just says “my mom has got it going on” anD I LOST IT

* Me listening to yaoi CD drama :
“Wow, just imagin the CVs’ face when they were recording this !”

~ Awkward ~~ :v

Oh did you know Midorima and Takao have a smutty audio too ? Update : Kise and Aomine also have one, kyaaaaah !!!

anonymous asked:

Lol your tag comment about how short rumbelle is sparked my curiosity so I decided to look up heights. Both Belle and Rumple are v short (and cute) so where did Gideon get the towering ragemonster look from? Black Fairy is 5'7" and Peter Pan is 5'9" so that leaves Moe, who is...6'2", taller than Gideon! Which explains some things. (For perspective, Gideon is 4" taller than his father and 10" taller than his mother.)

Well, I’m glad Moe is good for something :-). Thanks for looking up the heights!

Originally posted by wondertwinc

Moe looks twice as tall as Rumple here– perspective!

Originally posted by thechloris

Top of Gideon’s head can’t fit in the frame

But keep in mind this family has an inverse height/deadliness relationship: the smaller the French/Stiltskin family member is, the more fierce they are– never forget Colette French took down three ogres in her rage. All the French/Stiltskins punch above their weight/height class.

Originally posted by deravinous

Hold my book while I take down three giant monsters, kthxbye

In my drama class today, I was doing this group improv thing where I was a drill sergeant type person telling the rest of the group to state facts about themselves, and the last guy said he had a pet snake, so I meant to reply with something like “I bet your snake could stand up straight better than you, maggot”, but what came out of my mouth was “be thankful you can stand up straight, snakes can’t stand up straight” and we all just died of laughter

So the best thing ever happened in drama today. we were making masks so everyone was just sitting on the floor painting their masks and stuff. Then I’m not sure who but someone started singing ‘I’ll Make a Man Out of You’ from Mulan. It was the best thing ever though because then the whole class, of like almost 40 people, started singing along at the same time. It was just 40 15/16 year olds practically yelling 'MISTER I’LL MAKE A MAN…. OUT OF YOU!!’ And then they all just stopped and pretended like nothing happened… just continued making their masks…