The Napoleon Debate scene, wherein Marius sings the praises of Napoleon for most of a chapter, Combeferre one-shots him down, drops the mic, leaves the room leading a mass walkout, and then sings an unprompted encore, which Enjolras, the only person who’s even attempting to keep this a conversation and not a Debate Curbstomp, annotates
and people think Enjolras is the one going over the top in that scene.
I’m so emotional about Davenport. Big character notes we have for him so far from the Stolen Century are like:
“Please don’t drop the mic.” + leading the press conference. Cap’nport is obviously highly respected by fantasy NASA because they chose him to lead their super cool new First Ever interplanar exploratory mission. Also he knows Lup well enough to see the mic drop coming, although not quite well enough to stop it, I guess. He’s really professional and great and basically Head Astronaut and Spokesperson. Very respectful and responsible! Also he’s a navigator and a pilot (I wonder what else he’s been piloting?) and he and Merle “swap war stories” and even if they aren’t literal war stories I’m So Curious.
“… Davenport tries and fails to contact the institute, and… he makes the call: you’re escaping, and you’re regrouping, and you’re going to return… when the time is right, when things are safer…” Davenport has to make this choice!!! He was put in charge to make choices like this and he does it and saves their lives and no doubt spends the next hundred years wondering if he could have fixed it.
“It takes a lot of time for Davenport to let down his walls because while he is a gnome […] he’s a very serious captain because he feels like he has to be to maintain control of the situation.” like…………. I would have loved to hear this actual conversation between Merle and Davenport where they bond over those similar feelings, but also thank you Griffin for just cutting straight to that because it’s literally a blessing to know that this is where his fears/insecurities lie for sure, that he’s built an entire life around being Taken Seriously and then Lucretia went and turned him into a joke holy shit. hOLY SHIT,,
Kay my definining question before my heart completely jumps into this; how good would you recomend someone's mic be to audition for a character role? I'm tempted to buy one just for this.
On a scale of 1-10 in mic quality;
Lead/Minor roles would be at a 6-10 and ensemble 2-10.
That doesn’t mean you need to buy a mic! I know plenty of people who record with internal mics and headphone mics and they still end up sounding better than people with super expensive mics. You can make anything work if you try hard enough.
As long as the vocals are clear and there isn’t a huge hiss or very much background noise, you should be golden,
tentatively led Aizawa to his classroom by the cast, assuring him of
how everything would be fine and that everyone was there for him.
have complained if he could find the energy.
you absolutely certain you
want to go today? I can take them for you and you can go home and
the now-blind man stopped him, turning to where he assumed he was.
“I’m fine. The sports festival is coming up and I have to prepare
them for it.”
least take the stick, then. It’ll help-”
I take the bloody stick will you stop treating me like an old woman?”
huffed, prepared to retort, but decided against it; being friends
with the bugger since they were children had taught him how immovable
he was. Instead, he nodded.
Where is it?”
it against one of Aizawa’s bandaged hands to show him it was in his
possession, Mic began leading
him once more towards the class of 1-A. He could sense the man’s
unease, and could barely even begin to think of
how terrifying it must have
for him – living in a world of colour and light and happiness, only
for it to be replaced by sheer, complete darkness. That on top of
possibly losing his Quirk was
an awful thought.
Mic opened the door, he noticed how eerily silent the usually
boisterous class was. All eyes fell on their teacher as he was led
to the desk, watching noiselessly as the other Pro checked and
double-checked that he was comfortable in the chair that was brought
in for him before leaving, leaning the stick on the desk as he
passed, even fully aware that the man couldn’t use it with both hands
out of order.
should you really be here today?” Tsuyu’s voice wavered as she
spoke; her bloodshot eyes showed how much her teacher’s injuries had
This is where I work.”
sensei, you almost died
yesterday.” It was Satou,
eyebrows creased in concern. Several others made sounds of agreement.
I didn’t. So I’m here. Now,
since I obviously can’t see, don’t put your hand up if you need
something; shout out. I doubt I’ll be writing anything on the board
so don’t bother with that either – and, no, that doesn’t mean you
can draw penises on it. But, more importantly, we have a special
occasion to prepare for…”
the period ended, several students rushed to help him, offering to
walk him to the staff room.
He would have resisted were it not for the fact that he couldn’t use
his arms and wasn’t willing to wait for Yamada
you need this stick, sensei?”
I suppose I should take it or Mic will kill me.”
heard someone lift it from its place, followed by a shuffling of many
feet. Aizawa frowned as he realised there were more than just a few
accompanying him. There was
an argument as soon as he told them only two could take him.
I should take him
because I’ve been to the staff room before so I know where I’m
too short! I’d be better.”
and I should go because-”
kids, but maybe I should go?” Mic appeared with a knowing grin on
his face, cutting through them all to retrieve the confused
hero. The pupils appeared unhappy but didn’t speak against him.
knew you were so popular among them? You
do know that was the entire
class there, don’t you?”
snorted, but Mic could clearly see how touched he was by their
first round’s obstacle course is under-way, ladies and gents! These
rising heroes have to complete one whole lap of our special-made
stadium’s outer ring – and what a start
from Class 1-B’s Awase Yousetsu!”
loud voice boomed across the stadium, making the black-haired man
beside him wince.
am I here, Yamada? How can I commentate if I can’t see?”
I want you to know what’s going on, Shouta – and what better way
than to be with me while I talk about it?”
hid his gratitude in a sigh. Behind
his mask of indifference was a man who truly appreciated all the
blond was doing for him. He felt incredibly helpless in his situation
– his entire upper half was wrapped in bandages while he had no use
of either of his arms, all this on top of him now being blind – and
it was wonderful to have someone there to lead and care for him, like
a bright spark in the darkness that was now his world. Mic had even
been staying with him at his flat since the attack, not wishing to
leave him alone, and was talking about them moving in together so
he’d never have to struggle by himself.
you, Yamada.” “Hmm? Oh, I just didn’t want you missing out on
your class. They’re really something!”
mean for everything. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Shouta!” leaping forward, the slightly taller man engulfed him in a
hug, to which the other tensed before returning. “I
like this affectionate side of you!” “I’m not being
affectionate,” he grunted. “I’m being grateful.”
laughed before turning his attention back to the group of young
adults in the centre of the stadium.
know, I take back what I said about you needing a guide dog-”
can train a cat instead?”
he laughed at the excitement in his voice. “I think those kids are
going to do a fine enough job themselves.”
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White Noise (1885 words) by RazzleyD Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Julian Albert/Barry Allen Characters: Barry Allen, Julian Albert Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Hook-Up, Spit As Lube, Semi-Dry Sex, Barebacking, Rough Sex Summary:
Barry felt the beat of the music coursing through his body. It shook his rib cage and made heart race. But it wasn’t just the music– it was the man behind the mic. Julian Albert, lead vocals and guitar of his band, Addicted.
And man, was Barry addicted. When he had heard that the band was going to be in central, he lost his damn mind. He waited up all night to get his hands on a ticket, VIP of course, and had lost sleep to be the first one in line for the show. He was front and center in the amphitheater, right in the line of sight of his (totally not platonic) crush.
The signs as experiences I had in high school (so far)
Aries: beating up some guy at a party and breaking the hosts closet door in the process. went up to him 30 minutes later to ask him if he was alright.
Taurus: sleeping in a booth at McDonald’s in a scarecrow Halloween costume and smudged face paint after celebrating “Dank-o-ween”
Gemini: going to a sold out show in a venue as small as a room and getting the lead singer’s mic cord wrapped around my neck as he was crowd surfing. didn’t even get mad and bragged to everyone about how he almost killed me.
Cancer: getting drunk and calling my boyfriend and ramble constantly about how much I loved him. forgot everything i said and had him tell me about me about it the next morning Leo: tripping on acid and stood centimeters away from a mirror admiring how beautiful I was
Virgo: writing the entire periodic table abbreviations in order on my fingernails with a fine tip pen to cheat on a memory test. Aced it.
Libra: wearing a dress on an unexpected windy day. had my friend see my entire ass and said “aren’t you lucky” Scorpio: having this huge crush on this girl who was straight. never told her but never stopped talking to her. gave her advice on some guy she liked and getting viciously jealous when i saw them walking around together.
Sagittarius: packing up my backpack and running away from home. trying to avoid the main roads just in case anyone was looking for me. getting lost in a town i thought i knew so well.
Capricorn: emailed my Psychology teacher begging him to accept 6 pages on an essay on serial killers when the original maximum was 3.
Aquarius: setting up a sneak out with some boy. fell asleep waiting for him and
woke up the next morning with 16 missed calls. shrugged it off Pisces: ate 600 morning glory seeds and had closed eye visuals about flying through a tunnel of colors of the sweater i was wearing