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Voice Types according to TV Tropes:

Contraltos are the lowest female singers commonly heard. Unlike their male counterparts (the basses), however, roles for altos are a bit more common, especially in rock musicals. In more traditional pieces, altos are frequently middle-aged leading women, though some of those are mezzos as well. The only role demographic altos have a firm hold over is for women over sixty - which in most shows means grandmothers. In the rare case that there is a female villain in a show, she will probably be an alto.

[soprano] [mezzo-soprano] [tenor] [baritone] [bass]

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When you are finally up to the dramatic, emotional part in a fanfic when the two characters finally come out to each other and build great beautiful character development and then suddenly your parents ask what you’re on your phone and they’re f**king up the moment but you don’t want to lash out at them because reasons.

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So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
—  Isaiah 41:10 NIV

okay but i fucking love how the alliance switch with rosita went down bc you fucking know that everything wasn’t gonna be ok after wynonna was all “i’ll shoot you last” but tamara was so good bc she showed how much rosita didn’t want to take this road, she was crying and she looked so upset and i’m really excited because the dynamics??? are gonna be so interesting in s3??? bc LISTEN i am a sucker for an angsty lowkey antagonistic character who has a connection with the protagonists 

Suspension of Disbelief and its limits

Disclaimer: The point of this post is not to criticize the romance in the last episode or to express my opinion about it at all.

The willing suspension of disbelief has been defined as a willingness to suspend one’s critical faculties and believe the unbelievable; sacrifice of realism and logic for the sake of enjoyment.

Suspension of disbelief often applies to fictional works of the action, comedy, fantasy, and horror genres. Cognitive estrangement in fiction involves using a person’s ignorance to promote suspension of disbelief.

For the purposes of watching anything that is fiction, as a consumer, you MUST SUSPEND CERTAIN DISBELIEFS.  For instance, with The Strain, there are several beliefs that you must ‘suspend’ in order to accept the story and be drawn into its bosom so that you can nestle yourself in and enjoy the tale.

Specifically, the Existence of:

  • Strigoi
  • Vampires
  • Angels
  • Dhampirs

I think I have a pretty accepting imagination and I enjoy suspending things for the sake of enjoyment, but I have to be honest.  There is a LIMIT that I am willing to stretch my suspension before it snaps.  And, honestly, there is a line, where, when you cross it, you are just insulting your audience and fans.

Let us have a quick discussion on what happened last night … LOGICALLY.

Quinlan’s Makeup Scene.

While she might be an amazing makeup artist for the 19th century (sure, I can buy it.  Maybe its just her hobby, ok!), Louisa would not be able to change the physical STRUCTURE of his face/body unless she shaved bone off of him:

  • His cheekbones are gone
  • His chin is gone
  • His scars are gone
  • His swirls are gone
  • His ear lobes are gone
  • His lip creases are gone
  • In fact, even his nose has a slightly different shape
  • There’s also a shot that shows full on hairy eyebrows, but I’ll give this one to them because maybe she had fake eyebrows to glue on him?

Honestly, I don’t think they assume their fans are that dumb.  This actually leads me to believe that the Strain ran out of money and/or Rupert’s prosthetics and didn’t order more.

Also, I know people will attempt to say that we suspend our belief for Richard Sammell … but he doesn’t have the significant facial structure changes as Quinlan.  He also has access to a full on FABRICATED NECK.

calfreezy imagine: lovebite (SMUT)

REQUESTED:  ‘Can you write me a Cal imagine? (Freezy) where you have sex with Cal and he gives you a lovebite? And the boys notices and finds out you’re together?’

It had been a couple of hours since we had got back from the club. The flat was dark, London’s night lights shining in through the balcony, and I made it to be at least four in the morning. Everybody else was asleep.

The only reason I was here in the Halo Tower was because I had been too drunk to get home safely, but now I was beginning to sober. That was a common theme throughout my night outs; I was always the drunkest, but it didn’t last as long, and as soon as it hit bedtime I was usually over it. On this occasion I was still tipsy but it was manageable. I could make decisions for myself.

There was one particular decision I wanted to make in this moment, and that, required Mr Calfreezy himself. I wanted him. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or the way he looked in a button up, but I wanted him.

In a move most probably made by the alcohol in my veins I made my way to his bedroom, knocking my small fist on his door. To my surprise I was greeted with a ‘come in’.

“Cal? Are you awake?”

In the dark settings I could still make out his features. I noticed him sitting up against the headboard of his king size bed. 

“Yeah, are you alright?”

His voice was only slightly slurred, a significant difference from what it sounded like earlier on tonight. I edged closer towards his bed. My hand lingered on his wall.

“Yeah,” I answered. “Can I turn the light on?”

“Sure,” he responded and I turned the switch. The light unveiled Cal, sitting up under his duvet, shirtless but his lower body hidden. The air was sucked out of my chest. His stomach was toned, abs forming. Wow. 

He moved over in his bed, patting the empty space beside him and pulling back his duvet. I sat down gingerly.

“What’s going on?”

“I can’t sleep. I’m not drunk anymore.”

“Yes you are,” he smirked, laughing slightly. “You just can’t tell. But I agree, you’re not as bad as you were earlier.”

I pouted. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“Hey, I’m sorry,” his cold hand touched my shoulder, leaving goosebumps on my arm. “I’m not laughing at you.”

“You better not be.”

I watched as his eyes widened, before narrowing. “Or what?” He asked, his voice laced with curiosity. Fuck it.

“Or this.”

I almost lunged forward, grabbing Cal’s face and pressing my lips eagerly onto his. Seemingly shocked, but in no way arguing he reciprocated the action, placing both hands on my hips underneath the tshirt dress I was wearing as a night gown. I climbed on top of him. As I straddled him I groaned; both the feeling of his hands tracing over the lace of my underwear and the thin material of his boxers separating our areas, I did not know which feeling was more intense. The noise radiating from my throat into his caused him to groan too, a sound that made my skin heat. I began grinding against him.

The contact of our mouths was broken momentarily as Cal ripped the tshirt dress off of me. He tossed it to the floor, flipping me to be underneath him now. Another moan left my mouth as he moved his lips to my neck. He sucked the skin, grazing it with his teeth in several areas, and I wrapped my arms around the bare skin of his back letting my nails sink in.

“Are you on the pill?” He asked, and I nodded. He then began to kiss down my body, sucking on the skin from my collarbones right down to my cleavage, as his hand made it’s way to my pants. I squirmed at the way the material rubbed against me.

“Don’t tease,” I groaned. Cal silently obliged, dragging the lace down past my leg and eventually tossing them to the floor. As his fingers moved inside me I struggled to catch my breath.

Fed up of the foreplay, I pulled at his boxers, the white Calvin Klein material becoming see through as it stretched over his erection. Freezy quickly disposed of them and in no time placed himself inside of me.

Our moans filled the air. The windows seemed to steam up outside of the slowly coming sunset, and it wasn’t long at all before we both reached our climax, and Cal gave way on top of me. I rolled over, making space for him to lie behind me and in no time, we were both asleep.


It was the glisten of sunlight peaking through the windows that woke me originally, although the artificial light coming from the ceiling did not help the case. I squinted as I tried to figure out my surroundings. The small, homely room was not familiar, and was definitely not where I’d ended up last night…

And then I remembered. I rolled over apprehensively; but there was no one there. It was an empty space of creased bedsheets. The manly scent of aftershave overwhelmed me as I stood, searching for my clothes on the floor. God did I hope everyone else was still awake, I thought as I picked up last nights dress and panties and put them back on - gross. 

As I made my way out of the room, I heard voices from the living room.

“Y/n, is that you?”

Fuck. Lux and Harry were here. They knew I had stayed last night, but would Cal have told them about last night? How would he act around me?

I walked in shame to the living room, feeling incredibly hungover and messy as I was confronted by the three boys sitting on the sofa.

“Hi,” I murmured, brushing my hair behind my ear.

“Alright Y/n? How you feeling?”

They acted seemingly normal. I took Harry’s question to be a reference to my drunken state last night, and I felt reassured. I took a seat on the chair closest to the TV.

“I’m fine, how are you?”

“I’m fin- Jesus fucking Christ Y/n!”

Harry’s eyes widened as he looked up at me. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as Freezy mouthed me a quick ‘sorry’, his eyes lit up in humour. 

“Who the fuck gave you those?”

“Gave me what?”

“The fucking marks all over your neck and chest! Did you get attacked by leeches in the night?” Lux exclaimed, assumedly having noticed too now. I felt my face heat as I realised what was hiding behind the rips in my shirt, and the uncovered skin of my neck. Shit.

The lovebites.

“Did you get those at the club? I don’t remember you having them when we brought you home.” Harry and Lux came closer. They both examined my neck, piecing together a puzzle between them as to how the hickeys got there.

“Um,” I squeaked, covering my neck with my hand. I avoided Freezy’s eye as he remained on the sofa, a smirk masked behind his hand. 

“Well come on, who was it?” Harry persisted. Lux stepped back suddenly, giving me a look.

“Hang on a fucking second,” Lux interjected as his eyes moved to Freezy. “Young Callum…you’re being very quiet, you know.”

“Am I?” He asked, faking oblivion and I cringed. Yep, he’s figured it out.

“Yes, you are. Why is it you weren’t surprised to see the hickeys, Cal?”

“Well I-” 

“You didn’t get up to see them either,” Lux interrupted again, acting as a detective almost. I somehow wished the ground would swallow me whole. Fucking curse drunk Y/n and her poor decision making. “Could it be you’ve…seen them before?”

Cal looked sheepish, and so did I, I imagined. Harry’s jaw dropped as him and Lux looked at eachother.

“You two fucked!” He exclaimed. I covered my face, only to have my arms pulled away by Lux.

“No no, no hiding now Y/n, did you or did you not fuck Freezy last night?”

“Callum fuck off!” I yelled as I continued to hide my face. Both him and Harry exploded into childish laughter.

“Oh my God, Freezy you dirty dog.” Harry laughed, and Freezy stood up. He walked over to me and grabbed me.

“Fuck off you two, it’s not that deep why you being deep about it?” His tone was slightly annoyed however his face was covered with a sheepish smile as he pulled me on top of him, taking my space on the chair. I hid my blushed face in his chest.

“Oh sorry we’ll just let you have part two shall we?” Lux laughed as him and Harry continued to take the piss. I sensed Freezy hold up a middle finger from behind my back.

“Nah but on a real, on a real, what does this mean for you two? One night stand or more?”

Cal placed a hand on my back.

“We’ll see. Now fuck off you cunts.”

  • [Dashes up to a panicking Soldier 76]
  • Genji: Morrison!
  • Soldier 76: Yes! What is it, Gengo?
  • Genji: Genji!
  • Genji: Roadhog and Widowmaker are loose, Jesse’s dead, and they’re live on national TV!
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Start checking things off your “media list.”

Don’t tell me you don’t have one. Every mormon does. All those R-rated movies you were never allowed to watch. All those “explicit” albums you were afraid to listen to. All those TV shows that looked fun and sexy and that you’d never cop to wanting to watch. GO WATCH THEM.

Trust me. It’s beyond therapeutic. 

Even though the church has officially done away with it’s “no R-rated movies rule,” my dad clung to the letter of the law for dear life. At the time that particular rule was removed, many of my friends took it as a sign of the church’s growing leniency and open-mindedness. But it was actually a trap. The rule became “Do not attend, view, or participate in anything that is vulgar, immoral, violent, or pornographic in any way” (that’s page 11 in the standard For the Strength of Youth pamphlet). See how broad a definition that is? Literally 90% or more of all contemporary entertainment could be said to fit this prohibitive definition in some way. 

Why would the church do this? Easy. Remember that old mormon adage: “be IN the world, but not OF it”? A media policy that scares youth away from different ideas and experiences is a perfect, time-tested method of enforcing this idea. The church works hard to cultivate a cheerful, helpful, positive image for itself and its members for the outside world. They desperately want to avoid charges of cultishness. But still they maintain strict control over their members’ minds. And how do you control minds? Convince people that outside ideologies are evil and harmful and frighten them into censoring their own media consumption habits. 

SO. Shake off that control. Start wading into the REAL WORLD and learn to discern its pleasures and its dangers for yourself. If you watch something and you find you don’t like that sort of violence, good - now you know for yourself. If you play a video game and the female characters are sexualized in a way you find offensive, great! Find something else. But trust me, you will find things you WILL like. Ideas and people you’ve never encountered before. And you will be a better, more informed, more empathetic person for it. 

And HAVE FUN, for chrissakes.