DT appreciation week, day 7:
One more reason why I love David Tennant
I’ve decided not to use the themes of the day, but to write some of my own ramblings. Hope it’s okay and that it can still be used in DT appreciation week :-)
Like most of the people that I socialise with in here, I find David Tennant extremely attractive, handsome and sexy. But lately I’ve been thinking a lot about David’s humbleness about the way he looks, and I feel that there might be more to it. So here are some thoughts:
Yes - David is a humble man when it comes to his own looks. He’s said several times that he doesn’t look at himself as sexy or handsome and this is because of his upbringing. I believe him when he says this.
However, I do think that he’s quite confident and happy about his looks. Just look at the way he dresses - he DOES care about how he looks. I think that it’s the very idea about someone deciding and setting the bar on what beauty is, who’s sexy and handsome - and who’s not - that he finds repulsing.
We also have to remember that David’s also a father and I think that he wants to teach his children to be confident in themselves based on their personalities and not on their looks (although, I can imagine David’s children being gorgeous!)
I’ve also read in an older interview (from 2005, I think), that he doesn’t care about how a woman look like - he gets attracted to talent and personality. On Saturday Night Takeaway last year, this was his comments on a clip with Jennifer Lawrence, who had just been voted “most beautiful woman alive”:
As you can see, David’s all: “Meh, I’d rather want the food that she ate!” Later on the show, David fanboyed over a chubby, though very beautiful singer, Joane Stewart. In my world, he’s sending a very clear message here: It doesn’t matter how you look - if you’re a nice person and does what you love to do, I’d rather hang out with you than this mainstream actress*.
So, my conclusion is that David is a very humble person, but that he also has some rather strong opinions and is critical about the mainstream tendencies of our society.
David is a truly good human and he wants all of us to feel good about
ourselves, even though we might not live up to society’s views on beauty
or sexiness or whatever.
* please note that I have nothing against Jennifer Lawrence - I just use this as an example to prove my point.
Fluff Fluff Fluff Fluffity Fluff Fluff. This story revolves around the height difference between reader x Jefferson. I can relate to this, being smoll and all. (Please see recent video post for reference) Today is my first day on vacation by the way, I’m at LBI! And I’d like to take a second to thank you all for your incredibly sweet responses to my recent pictures of myself. I know I say this a lot, and it may sound fake, but I really do love each and everyone of you. Enjoy!
You reached for the bowls on the top shelf of the cabinet. Why did Thomas have to stack them up so high? You huffed as you shifted your weight to the balls of feet, standing on your tippy toes and stretching your arms out, desperately clawing at the wooden shelf in the cabinet. There was no use. You were still several inches below what you wanted. You huffed and turned to the kitchen table to grab a chair to aid you.
“Looking for something?” you heard a familiar voice ask.
“I’ve already found it, I just can’t reach it, Thomas.” you said, the frustration obvious in you voice.
He chuckled as you drug the chair over to the cabinet, and prepared to boost yourself onto it.
“You know, you can always ask me for help.” he declared, sauntering over to you.
“No, Thomas. I’m a full grown woman. I can reach a bowl by myself.” you said, boosting yourself onto the chair.
“I’m not sure I’d call you full grown…” he joked, mocking your size.
“It’s not my fault I’m a few inches shorter than most people, okay?” you declared as you reached out for the bowl. Unfortunately, your arms were too short. Even with the height boost, you still couldn’t reach it.
“A few inches shorter?” he began, grinning. “(Y/N), you’re a pipsqueak.”
“Shut up!” you retorted, thinking of no better come-back. Thomas was right. You were a shorty. Not that you were ever going to admit it, though.
“Come on, let me grab it for you.” he said as he watched you pathetically refused to deny that you would ever be able to reach the bowl.
You shook your head.
“Let me at least boost you up.” he suggested.
Defeated, you sighed and slowly rolled your eyes to meet his.
He chuckled as he bent down, and wrapped his arms around your thighs. He gently lifted you up, setting your butt onto his shoulder. He then stood up, raising you. You finally clasped your hand around the bowl.
“I’m tall now!” you cheered, bowl in one hand and throwing the other one up in the air in celebration.
Thomas laughed beneath you.
“Don’t get used to it,” he joked, slowly bringing you down and setting you on the ground.
You looked up at him. You only came up to his chest, which wasn’t the worst thing in the world. You buried your chin into the middle of it, taking full advantage of the height difference.
“Thank you,” you smiled sweetly, burying your face into him.
“Anything for you,” he replied, swooping down to press his lips onto the top of your head.
You both stood there for some time, he kept gently kissing your scalp.
You stood there for some time, and began to reflect on what others had said about your relationship. Thomas was a very important political figure, and his enemies always tried to tear him down. Unfortunately, they knew the large sweet spot he had for you, and attacked it constantly, often dragging you down with them.
It seemed like nothing was positive.
“Look at Thomas, there he goes with that child again.”
“Thomas, naughty boy, there isn’t a chance she’s anywhere near his age.”
“Lock him up!”
“Thomas, how do you even fit yourself in that, lad?”
You sighed and pressed your head further into his chest.
“You don’t mind, do you?” you suddenly asked.
“This.” you replied, miming the size difference by placing your hand flat on the top of your head, and rising it to his.
“No. Why would I?”
“We just…. look a bit peculiar to other people. That’s all.”
He was silent.
“(Y/N), I’d love you if you were taller. I’d love you if you were shorter. I love you the height you are now. Your size isn’t going to define my feelings for you.”
“Yeah, but…” you started “What people say, it doesn’t bother you?”
“Does it bother you?” he shot back.
You were silent for a bit, wondering what to say.
“I mean, the difference doesn’t bother me…. but I feel like no one takes you seriously when I’m around you…”
He stepped back from you, looking down at your somewhat crestfallen face.
“So you care more about what other people think than what you personally feel?” he asked, making you sound somewhat ridiculous. He was good at doing that.
“No..no. I’m just….” you trailed off, afraid to finish the sentence.
“I’m afraid you’ll start listening to them.” you admitted.
He stared down at you blankly. Slightly embarrassed, you let your focus fall off of Thomas’s face and onto the ground. You didn’t want him to be mad.
Then, he suddenly dipped down, hooked his arms around your thighs, lifted you up and placed you on the counter. Both his arms came down on each side of you, boxing you in.
“To hell with ‘em.” he said, before pressing a kiss to your lips.
“(Y/N)…” he breathed as he parted, “I take their words and brush them straight off my shoulders. I look at you and I see the most beautiful, talented, intelligent woman I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon. None of the assholes trying to tear down my ego by using you as a weapon could ever make me feel any different. I’m so blessed to be your husband; you’re my whole world. Don’t ever worry about losing me.” he said as he stared longingly into your eyes.
This time it was you who initiated the kiss. Soft and sweet, your lips moved and you felt his fingers interlace with yours. It was incredible. Your husband always had a way of making you feel so attached, wanted, and secure.
“I love you,” you said as you parted.
“I know,” he said as his lips planted a small kiss to your forehead.
He began to raise his head up as he smacked the top of it into the above cabinet.
“GAH.” he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head to try and mend the pain.
“I really need to stop doing that.” he said as he brushed himself off and stood up, like a cat that had just walked into a sliding glass door and tried to play it off.
“Well maybe if you weren’t so damn tall-” you started with a smile.
taylor alison swift, legendary singer songwriter, born in reading pennsylvania to scott and andrea swift in the year 1989, the most talented woman ever to be born, looks so at home, so happy on stage, that I’m gonna need someone to provide a really fucking good explanation as to why she insists on torturing everybody by refusing to stay on one
“Jackson are you aware of what you are asking me to do?” You said as you leaned on the counter of your shop.
“Yes, I am asking the cutest cake baker in town to make me a killer cake for my 30th birthday."
"And I am expected to make you an amazing cake, for such an amazing man?"
"Wouldn’t have it any other way darling.” He smiled as he leaned over the counter and kissed you.
“Are you going to visit Ope today, have a little party get together."
"I’ll have what they let me."
"Well I talked to Stockton and said that we have a bit of tradition and for either your’s or Ope’s birthday we have cake, so I asked ‘em if I could send this with you.” You said before pulling two pieces of vanilla cake with a strawberry filling and buttercream frosting out of the fridge and handing them to Jax.
"Will they allow this?“
"They said they would, as long as I made the cake for the next staff event.” You smiled as you started to sketch an idea for the cake.
“What are you…"
"Cake, Opie, now.” You said as you pointed towards the door.
“Ok I get it. I will leave the baker to do her thing.” He joked throwing his hands up and taking the cake pieces.
“Hey.” You lifted your head up and smiled, “Tell Opie I miss him."
"Will do darling.” He smiled before leaving your shop, you wondering how you ever got involved with Jackson Teller.
You stood on the wall of the clubhouse, in your hand sat a glass of red wine, which you brought. You watched as all the men were either drinking, smoking pot, cigarettes or both, playing pool, or where face deep in crow eaters. On the bar sat your cake, covered with a non see thru top.
“Hey sweetie.” Tig called to you from the bar, “when can we have some of your cake?"
"Tig, you just have to wait for the birthday boy’s okay. However I did make the cupcakes, I don’t know though if Elvis ate them all.” You said going behind the bar to stand by your cake.
“I did not, I had maybe three. I am much more interested though in your cookies."
"Well thank you Bobby."
"Honestly where can I find a girl like you? Jax is a lucky, lucky man to have found a woman like you. All the looks and a talent in the kitchen."
"Really, you should try her spaghetti. You won’t say that then.”
Jax laughed as he came from the pool table to sit beside Tig and Bobby at the bar.
“I messed it up one time. You just happened to be having dinner at my house the day I did.” You smiled
"Well I am ready to see this cake, so you can open it if you want.“ He responded as you slowly lifted the top off to reveal a beautiful kutte cake.
"I figured I would make a vanilla cake, strawberry filling with chocolate and cream cheese frosting.” You smiled as he covered his mouth and got up from the bar stool, and kissed you.
“You are an artist babe, a fucking artist."
"Anything for you my love.” You whispered as the cameras went off, getting pictures of the cake and your moment before Jax cut it, completing the perfect party.
After that night, you found yourself being showered by
Harry’s affection. He would give you your favorite flowers, buy you your
favorite pastry from the local bakery, have his arm around your waist. It was a
big improvement from the grump, isolated Harry Wells you met from the
beginning. Of course, he was only like that when you two were alone. Whenever
Barry, Cisco, or Caitlin was around, he’d revert to his former self. You
expected as much. But there would be little touches here and there. There were
also many almost first kisses for you two. Of course, the team had impeccable
timing, so you two were always interrupted. It was frustrating. For you and
Harry walked into the Cortex to find you sitting at his
desk scribbling on some paper. When he walked closer, he saw that you were
drawing eyes, “Whose eyes are those?”
“Yours, of course.”
“Really?” Harry looked at the picture again. There was no
way his eyes looked that…beautiful.
As if you knew what he was thinking you said, “That’s how
they look to me: beautiful.”
Harry chuckled, “You are a woman of many talents.”
You shrug, “I try.” You stood up and wrapped your arms
around Harry’s neck and his hands immediately rested on your hips, “Sooooo…”
“Did you need something?”
You tilted your head to the side a bit, “Well, I really
want to kiss you right now, but considering our luck, I’m pretty sure the
others will walk in any moment.”
“It doesn’t hurt to try,” Harry said with a smirk,
You leaned closer to him and whispered, “Three”
He leaned closer to you, “Two.”
“One,” Your lips hovered over his and of course, Cisco
“Hey, Y/N, do you th-aaaah.” He stopped in his step and
looked at the position you and Harry were in, “I interrupted something.”
Harry gave a frustrated sigh and looked to Cisco, “Yes,
Ramon, you did. You, Barry, and Caitlin are incredible at walking just as we’re
abo-“ You pulled him down so his lips met yours. He was surprised at first and
froze, but then kissed you back.
Last week I received this alluring bundle from MaskCara Beauty. If you watch my tutorials, you’ll be sort of familiar with the brand having watched me create looks using their IIID Foundation palettes.
Cara Brooks, a beautifully talented woman, is the creator of Maskcara Beauty - aptly named, Mask‘Cara’. She is a lover of all things beauty and has a very successful blog, which you can find here - maskcara.com Cara’s blog contains a whole host of helpful posts! Whether you want to learn how to HAC (aka highlight & contour), tackle your tresses, or apply self-tan for that perfect golden sun-kissed glow, she has you covered!
Cara loves to help women embrace their beauty! As if giving you tips and tutorials on how to get the perfect flawless foundation base wasn’t enough, she went one further and has provided you with the tools and products to do so!
IIID Foundation Palette $45.00
Please excuse the swipe marks in this palette, I have used it a few times. This is the pre-built ‘Medium’ palette which contains an illuminator, blush, highlight and contour shade. I’ve had this particular palette for a while now, and the shades in the pre-built palettes online have recently had a move about to accommodate more skin tones. So the list of shades in this palette may not match the order of the ones online.
The highlight and contour shades are cream foundations, so you would go straight in with these onto your face, there is no need to apply a liquid foundation first. You probably read the word ‘highlight’ and assume that it’s not suitable for the entire face. It’s a foundation shade that is formulated to brighten your face, not add an extreme tippex white triangle under your eyes.
I have a custom built palette next that contains shades suited to a darker skin tone:
Just recently, Maskcara Beauty brought out individual pan refills that come with picturesque tin lids, that slide on and off. They can used to replace an empty pan in your Maskcara palette, or you keep them as individuals which makes them easy to transport in your purse!
IIID Foundation Pan Refills - $10.50 each
I was fortunate enough to receive an array of the new pan refills, as well as their new brushes, and another of my favourite latex-free sponges!! Here are the pans:
I just adore these, and I think they are super convenient! Whether you’re a pro who wants to carry around a minimalistic kit, or if you’re simply a lover of makeup, these tins are the ideal size!
The last colour I have to show you is a favourite of mine, and it’s not for those who like to shy away from blush - that’s for sure! This blush is called, Dahlia.
The Completed Look!
Here is my ‘before & after’ using the Maskcara Beauty IIID Foundation pans, including blush & illuminator:
For full details on this natural but flawless looking highlight & contour foundation base, click here to watch my tutorial!
It’s almost five in the morning but this idea would not leave
me alone so here you go
Lame title is lame because as I said, five in the morning.
Also might not be totally grammatically correct.
Eggsy’s feed went dead a week ago.
Not surprisingly, all of Kingsman (or at least most of it)
was in a complete and utter panic as agents and technicians alike fretted over the
fate of their Galahad; an agent who, despite his disreputable backgrounds and
tendency for crude hand gestures and language, was considered one of the best
and brightest in the organization. It had taken him three years to earn that
distinction, but he managed it, winning over even the most senior agent with
his charm and skill.
None were more worried, however, than Galahad’s (known to
them as Eggsy) closest friends- Roxy, the Lancelot of the group; Merlin, the
head technician; and Harry, Eggsy’s predecessor, mentor, and currently, boss,
also known as Arthur.
Eggsy was meant to be on a simple assignment in Italy,
scoping out the ranks of an arms dealer that had gotten far too big. So
naturally, it was surprising when Merlin went to check on the lad’s progress,
only to find a black screen and monotone beep ringing in the background. He
couldn’t communicate with Eggsy, and when they sent Roxy in to look for him,
all she came back with was a stricken face and Galahad’s tattered umbrella.
I’m honestly so happy that the show runners of Preacher all seemed to decide to fuck over the negative side of the comics from Day 1. They’re keeping general character personalities and the feeling and universe of the show, but slowly fixing some of the major writing issues within its base.
From casting Ruth Negga as Tulip (when they could’ve thrown in any other less talented white woman because she looked like the picture) to help solve a serious problem with the lack of POC in the trades, to adding an independent original female character (Emily) as a main in order to help fill the large gender gap, and then to Fiore and DeBlanc being in a relationship (revealed during a very pointed remark about leaving the comics behind.)
I got to hand it to Rogan, Catlin, and company. Not only have they done an adaptation really well, but also widened the target audience and made it enjoyable for so many more people than the comics could achieve.
Jackson had a late night interview for a local television station to do and he asked you to come with him because he didn’t want to leave you at home all alone by yourself that late. So there you were sitting at the side as Jackson sat with the interviewer who happened to be a very beautiful woman. You knew Jackson thought she was attractive because honestly she was.
Your arms were folded in anger as you glared at what was taking place in front of the cameras. The woman kept complimenting Jackson on his looks and talent and it just made your blood boil with jealousy. She even reached over and touched his arm a few times just infuriating you to no end. What got you even more pissed was the fact that Jackson was allowing all of this. He wasn’t telling her to stop or anything.
You had had enough you got up and told his manager that you were waiting outside on the balcony of the studio for him. You didn’t want to watch your boyfriend and that woman flirt so out rightly. About half an hour passed when you heard the balcony door open. You spun around and saw Jackson smiling at you.
“So how was it? What did you…” he began but you cut him off.
“Let’s leave.” was all you said as you passed him and went back inside grabbing your purse and exiting the building to the front. He was right behind you with a confused expression but he didn’t say anything as yet. He just did as you wanted. He got into the driver’s seat and you in the passenger’s seat. He began to drive you both home.
“Babe are you ok?” he asked when you were halfway there.
“Of course I am Jackson. Why wouldn’t I be?” you said sarcastically.
He picked up on your tone instantly. “Just tell me what’s wrong” he sighed.
“Why don’t you ask your pretty little interviewer what’s wrong hmm, you sure seemed to like her advances yea?” you said folding your arms. He didn’t respond. You looked at him and saw he was holding the steering wheel tightly and his jaw was clenched but you didn’t care because you were angry yourself.
When you reached home you got out of the car not saying a word to him and entered your house. You took of your shoes and hung up your jacket going into the kitchen and getting a glass of water. As you took a few sips you saw Jackson standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He was glaring daggers at you and you just glared back sipping your water.
Your eyes were locked with his as you took your final sip and placed your glass in the sink. As soon as the glass was out of your hands he stormed over to you and pushed you against the wall joining his lips roughly to yours. You kissed back immediately wrapping your arms around his neck as he forced his heated tongue into your mouth. His tongue began to explore all areas of your mouth before settling to massage your tongue gently.
His lips felt chapped against your soft ones but for some reason that made the kiss feel even better. He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly pulling you as close to him as possible. You removed his hands from around his neck and trailed it down his hard upper torso. You pushed it under her jersey feeling his very toned abs. He grunted softly into the kiss before pulling away and glaring at you.
“You always think I’m flirting with someone. Don’t you know I love you and only have eyes for you.” he said darkly and you whimpered. “I’ll show you how much I love you.” he said before attaching his lips to your neck sucking harshly and making you moan.
You felt one of his hands slip under your skirt and began stroking your heat through your panties. You gasped and wrapped your hands in his hair tugging on it slightly as he continuously assaulted your neck and collar bones with licks, sucks and bites. He was teasingly rubbing you over your underwear.
You bucked your hips trying to signal to him that you needed more. He chuckled against your neck making you groan. “What is it baby?” he asked puling away from your neck and watching you feigning innocence.
“I want more.” you moaned as he continued rubbing you.
“What do you want baby?” he asked huskily pulling his hand out from under your skirt.
“Your tongue.” you managed to say and he smirked. He lifted you up and placed you on the counter joining your lips heatedly as he slowly stripped you of all of your clothes leaving it in a pool on the floor. He pulled away from the kiss and began kissing down your body stopping at your boobs to place two gentle kisses on them. He continued his journey down until he was by your wet core.
You stared down at him in anticipation. He opened your legs out more as he knelt in front of you. He slowly blew some cold air against your making you whimper from the feeling of the cool air against your heated core. He then placed a soft kiss on your knee and began kissing up towards your core. You moaned with excitement as he got close.
However, he stopped by your upper thigh and began sucking on it, trying to leave a hicky. You moaned throwing your head back. Even though he wasn’t touching your core it still felt really good. He began to lick the spot now and ended it with a little bite before pulling away to admire the hicky he left behind. He then placed a final kiss on the marked spot before he got to your core.
He passed a finger up it, opening up your juicy folds and making you whimper. He passed another finger up collecting some of your juices on it and then sucking it off. “Mmmm baby.” he moaned at your taste. He stuck his tongue up and finally licked you making you gasp from the sudden intense pleasure. He kept licking you straight up, putting as much pressure into his licks as he could so that you felt it better.
You moaned countless times as he licked you so well with his expert tongue doing all of the things he knew drove you crazy. His tongue felt so good against your sensitive core that you couldn’t stop to sounds that kept escaping from your mouth. He eventually stopped licking you up and down and let his tongue stay at your hole. He began licking all around it making you squirm.
He used his strong hands to hold your hips into place for him, you couldn’t move now. He slowly and softly entered his tongue into your hole making you scream his name. He began moving his tongue in and out of you fucking you with his expert tongue and it felt so fucking good. You were loosing it, trying to reach out and grab anything around you for support. You settled with tugging on his black hair making him moan into you just doubling your pleasure.
His tongue was moving furiously in and out of you when suddenly Jackson attached his rough thumb to your clit and began rubbing circles on it. You moaned so loudly because of the pleasure tugging hard on his hair as you wrapped your legs around his neck.
You looked down at him and saw him watching you through clouded eyes. The sight of seeing your sweet boyfriend between your thighs making you feel so good made you moan loudly. You could feel your orgasm approaching.
“I’m close.” you moaned and he began moving his finger and tongue faster and soon you closed your eyes and screamed his name cumming all over his tongue. He greedily licked it all up before coming up to your face and kissing you letting you taste yourself on his lips making you moan.
He pulled away after a while and said “Do you see how much I love you now?”
You nodded and reached down grabbing his boner “Now let me show you how much I love you.” you whispered and he smirked nodding.
TBH I didn't really feel like J.K. Rowling portrayed Seraphina Picquery because I was really looking forward to her character, expecting a strong, leading woman who is super talented at magic but instead she was pretty blah.
I felt like there was too much negativity around her to be honest? I felt like i was cheated out of the possibility of an amazing character and representation! We saw so little of her, and it was almost all negative and harsh? I would love to have seen more about this strong, inteligent women who’s head of the MACUSA. Maybe we’ll see more of her in the future, hopefully in a more positive context?
NFL hires Sarah Thomas, league’s first full-time female official
For the first time in its history, the NFL will have a woman official overseeing games in 2015.
Sarah Thomas, a Big Ten official who has worked preseason NFL games, has been hired by the league, the Baltimore Sun reported on Friday. Thomas became the first female to work an NCAA game in 2007.
The NFL wouldn’t confirm Thomas’ hiring, saying only “The 2015 roster of officials has not yet been finalized. When it is, the new officials for 2015 and the entire roster will be announced.”
Thomas has been on the NFL’s radar since 2013, and the Sun’s report indicated that she’s been a finalist for an NFL job in the past.
In 2013, the NFL’s VP of officiating, Dean Blandino, said that Thomas had been “in our pipeline for a while.”
“I think it’s just the natural next progression,” he told ESPN. “We’re looking for untapped talent.”
Violet Palmer became the first woman to referee an NBA game in 2006. She’s worked for the league, in addition to the WNBA, ever since and there have been a total of three female refs in the NBA. Women have umpired spring training games but never regular season MLB games and the NHL has never had a female official work a game.
“The thing is, I’ve never set out to be the first and that hasn’t changed,” Thomas said in a 2013 ESPN profile. “I do this because I love it.”
If you’re taking lessons for your instrument, you are going to have juries. These are basically your finals for your lessons. They’re gonna scare the crap out of you approximately forever, unless you have super-human willpower and no stage fright or nerves whatsoever. Don’t panic! Here’s the typical breakdown of a jury.
What a jury is: Like I said above, juries are essentially finals for your lessons. Typically, you perform in a hall or large room to emulate an actual performance. Like auditions, there will be a panel of judges in front of you - typically this panel consists of all the faculty related to your instrument at the school. However don’t let this psych you out - they’ve done these too!
What you do for your jury: Where I go to school, what you have to do for your jury varies based on how many credits your lessons are worth, and what your instrument is. As a four credit voice student, that means I have to perform four songs, in at least three languages including English, with one of them being an aria. As a one credit person, it was only two songs, in two languages, then as a two credit it was three songs in two or three languages. As an instrumental four-credit person, you’re more likely to have only two or three difficult longer pieces, and then you’re going to have scales and exercises.
How to prepare: Have you ever prepared for a concert? Just do that. Also run scales and other technical exercises - your teacher will tell you which ones. Usually you want to spend the last half or third of your semester focusing on what you’re going to perform for juries, because those are the pieces you want to have at the highest level of technical performance.
How to get through it: Just keep going. I don’t care what happens - flub a line? Keep going. Squeak or crack? Keep going. Huge coughing fit? Make a request for water, then keep going. My last jury, for my very first piece, I forgot about half a verse of French. I borrowed lyrics from the second verse, I made up French noises to fill the gaps, and I kept a straight face. My teachers had lyric sheets in front of them. And yet, when I went to talk to my professor for my final check-in of the year, after I burst into apologies for the mistake, she looked confused. This wonderful and talented woman, with a PhD. in my program, hadn’t noticed. I got two A’s and an A+ from my professors in spite of a mistake that made me feel like crawling into a hole and pulling the turf over my head. So for the love of all that is holy just keep going.