this is exactly how christine acts

Be My ♥ Color

a/n: be more chill x soulmate au. :o if you wanna be tagged in the series letmeknow.kbyethanx. Updates on Thursdays & Sundays. (YES I KNOW I AM LATE
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mary:  Jeremy Heere never knew he missed something until he realized he was living a world not only devoid of colors but of a soulmate. After a terrible incident he’s found himself chasing after colors he wants; and realizing there are some colors he needs as well.
warning: negative language; MEAN advice, Bullying, hints to homophobia, weed mentioned
w/c: ~3.2
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05.←Squip Equips →.06


“Honestly I don’t even know where to start…”

“Well I guess…all I want to do is get Christine to–”

“Shut up.” Mr. Squip held out his finger and then tapped it against his lips as he pondered. “First thing’s first your posture is terrible, you’re going to turn into the hunchback of Notre Dame real soon.” He watched as Jeremy sunk further into the leathery seat. “Your clothing is…uh…is that a woman’s cardigan?”

“N-OooO!” His voice cracked as he frantically shot back in shock. “What’s wrong with my cardigan!”

“–And your voice.” He pushed a finger into his ear as if it hurt and slowly shook his head. “You sound like your balls haven’t dropped at all.”

“Are you allowed to say that?!” Jeremy leaned back in disbelief as Mr. Squip took his seat on the other side of the desk.

“Jeremiah Heere, I’m allowed to say anything I want. You’re on my turf now.” He smiled and his teeth shined. Jeremy swore he had fangs. Jeremy felt his heart drum like the low bass soundtrack to a boss battle. He felt as though he walked into a trap, desperately under leveled and without his player two. He glanced at the door as if his eyes could signal an exhortation to Michael to come and save him. “Now, what is it you want?”

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Kids can be cruel (Jeremy x Jake) part 1

Based on a prompt from @piebsa ( thank you so much! )

 I have no idea what the hell these two’s shipname should be so i’ve decided it’s dancing jerks. because i got an hilarious anon saying their shipname should be jerk and also they had a dance-off during the party and if you go into the jerk tag on tumblr, things not fit for children come up. so. i bring to you: dancing jerks.


Jake’s been acting weird all day. It’s only about 11.30 in the morning so that may not be saying much but Jeremy’s observation still stands. Jake’s been acting weird all day, and he continues to act weird.

It’s Monday, the first school day after the party at Jake’s house. It had been a pretty small thing compared to how his parties usually are. Despite Jake suddenly being forced to move into a small apartment after the house-fire his parties have generally not decreased in size. He seems to be the most comfortable when there are as many people surrounding him as possible. As someone who’s until very recently only had one actual friend for the past 12 years (with one hiccup that’s upsetting to talk about) Jeremy can not relate.

This weekend had been different. The only people who’d been there had been Jeremy, Michael, Christine, Rich, Jenna, Brooke and Chloe. It was more of a get-together more than anything; it had been cozy! At least from what Jeremy can remember and believe him, it’s not much. It seemed that even though the amount of people who were coming had been significantly smaller, the amount of alcohol had…. Not. Jeremy can remember laughing at something with Michael, dancing with Jake. Sitting down to play “Truth or Shot” and that’s pretty much it.

Back to the issue at hand, Jake is acting weird. He’s, Jeremy isn’t sure how to put it exactly, friendlier than usual.  

“Hey Jer! Sit over here!” Jeremy freezes about ten feet away from the lunch table he was just about to sit at as Jake moves his jacket from the seat he gestured to. Michael is sitting on the other side of said chair so it’s not like it’d be /weird/ for Jeremy to sit there, what’s weird is, well, Jake.

“Don’t tease the poor guy Jakey.” Rich says with a grin and elbows his best friend in the rib. Jake looks more offended than hurt, although it can’t have been comfortable.

“I’m not teasing! Jeremy c’mon,” he says and pats the chair next to him. Jeremy finds himself moving towards Jake as if on autopilot, his mind is far too busy spinning with scenarios in which this type of behavior makes sense. If he’s being honest none of them are good. As he sits down and greets Michael he feels calmer, especially when the table around him fall into conversation that doesn’t have anything to do with him, he can just sit there and focus on eating while absentmindedly listening to Brooke telling Christine about some new boutique while Chloe plays with Brooke’s hair. He’s just starting to relax when suddenly he feels Jake’s arm on his shoulder, usually his cardigan would be acting as a barrier between himself and the rest of the world, but as summer is rapidly arriving Jeremy has been forced to leave it in the closet to avoid sweating as much as possible. The thin t-shirt hardly makes any difference and besides, half of Jake’s palm is touching Jeremy’s bare skin anyway. It takes a few seconds for him to realize that he completely missed what Jake was saying.

“Huh?” Very eloquent Jeremy. Jake only lets out a soft chuckle.

“I said, you’re looking good today, the cardigans cute but without it you show off your muscles.” He finishes his sentence with a squeeze to Jeremy’s bicep before pulling away leaving Jeremy more shook than he’s ever felt in his life. He doesn’t think anyone else noticed the exchange so he has no idea how he’s meant to know if what he thinks just happened actually did happen. That is until he turns towards Michael and finds his best friend sending a smirk his way.

“What the hell,” Jeremy hisses under his breath and for his troubles he gets Michael completely losing it and having to cover his face with his hand to keep from gaining anyone else’s attention with his laughter. Jeremy can still see his shoulders shaking however and he sends a swift kick to his left side; Michael’s way. He lets out a yelp when he hits the leg of Michael’s chair and feels as though he just broke his own foot. This time Michael doesn’t even try to hide his laughter and soon everyone around the table is trying to figure out what’s got Jeremy’s face so red it looks like he’s two seconds away from a nosebleed.


“Jeremy!” Said, very flustered, boy wishes he could say he doesn’t cringe when Jake shouts his name at the end of the day. He’s getting his backpack from the locker and he’s just about to leave and just be done with this terribly confusing and nerve-wracking day. Usually he enjoys Jake seeking him out, likes the attention. It feels comfortable. Usually being the key word. Today Jake’s been weird. Weird enough that Jeremy doesn’t know where he stands or what the game-plan is. Jeremy’s never been good at receiving compliments and pretty much everything that Jake has said to him today has been a compliment. Maybe if Jeremy was someone completely different he would enjoy this kind of attention as well. However he’s not, he’s just same-old Jeremy Heere and he can’t help but get uncomfortable and frustratingly suspicious at the way Jake’s been acting around him.

“Hey, Jake.” Jeremy forces a smile along with the words and Jake grins back at him.

“Ah! I wasn’t sure I’d be able to catch you before you left,” Jake says and reaches out to move a stray strand of hair away from Jeremy’s forehead. Jeremy’s heart skips a beat and he has to turn away and focus on closing his locker to at least attempt at hiding the blush once again taking over. He fumbles with the lock as Jake keeps talking. “Hey so, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?” the words tumblr out of Jake’s mouth and cause Jeremy to look up at him with a frown on his face and raised eyebrow.

“Uh… sure? Should we ask the others? I can send something to the group chat-” Jeremy says and reaches into his jeans pocket for his phone, something about Jake’s demeanor is, in risk of sounding like a broken record, weird. He seems almost nervous. The smile on his face is still very present but he’s fidgeting a bit, swaying where he stands as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. At Jeremy’s words he shakes his head violently and takes a step forward.

“No!” His voice is insistent and as he speaks he grabs Jeremy’s hand. The one that was on its way to fish his phone out of the pocket. Jeremy freezes like a deer in headlights at the action but Jake doesn’t let go. Quite the opposite he pulls Jeremy’s hands towards him and holds it between them.

Jeremy isn’t sure how he’s meant to respond in this situation and what he means by that is that there seem to be a hurricane of screaming going on inside his mind resulting in him staring cluelessly into Jake’s eyes. “Uh… I’m…huh?” he finishes helplessly, his voice going up in octave as he fumbles with words. He curses himself at the lack of intelligent response, especially when his stuttering prompts a laugh out of Jake on his expense. Jeremy swallows and looks down at the hand that Jake is holding, which really isn’t much better, but at least he doesn’t have to look Jake in the eye as he’s humiliating himself.

“Uh, i meant like… just the two of us!” Jeremy’s frown grows deeper as Jake keeps speaking, “LIke- like a date!” Jeremy’s stomach drops as Jake forces the last words out and he doesn’t notice how breathless Jake sounds. He clenches his teeth and tears his hand away from Jake’s grip. “Jeremy?”

“Do all popular people think this sort of thing is funny?” Jeremy’s voice is shaky but his tone is viscous.

“Uh… what?” Jake sounds caught off guard and the fact that Jeremy seems to somehow have the upper hand. He swallows and looks back up at Jake who’s still smiling, but it’s unsure and doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” He can feel his eyes welling up in frustration as he spits out the last word, he prays that he won’t cry, that no tears will escape.

“Jeremy,” Jake looks as though he’s about to reach out and put his hands on Jeremy’s shoulders so the latter takes a step back, not breaking eye-contact but well out of Jake’s reach. “You’re gonna have to catch me up on what’s going on in that mind of yours,” Jake says weakly, the smile gone from his face and voice uncertain, “I’m sorta lost..”

“What kind of dumb dare is this? Or was it your own idea?”

“What? Jeremy-” but Jeremy is already shaking his head and getting ready to turn away.

“Make fun of the loser for having a crush? How fucking original.” With that he’s gone and Jake is left behind wondering what the hell just happened.

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PETER JÖBACK: So… I expected to maybe like him better than I did? Cause I like what he brings to the role, how he talks about it, I like so much *around* the actual interpretation and performance. But was kinda underwhelmed. Or, I liked his Phantom. Quite a bit, in fact. But I didn’t *love* his Phantom.

So, OK, his Swedish Phantom was definitely the most solid of the lot. He sounded more comfortable singing in his mother tongue, not forcing an accent, which made him less twangy. A very good thing. Also, he seemed to maybe have more leeway with the acting specifics, which made him add some discrete ad-lib-ing moments. And yet…

Though his Phantom was solid in so many ways, I still had the feeling of seeing more of a caricature? Like, more Phantom Manor than Phantom of the Opera. More how he thought the role should look than what the character is. Everything seemed just a *bit* exaggerated. And frankly, though he probably sung his heart out, I didn’t quite feel he had the voice to nail it. Like, he has the range, but not the booming quality. You can do elements of kitsch if you have the voice to justify it (Ian Jon Bourg, Scott Davies). But with a good voice with pop phrasing, you better keep the acting on the classy or classical side, so there is a balance. But he went for exaggerated hand gestures, lots of bent knees, and not fully justified moments, paired with a good voice with a pop approach.

All that said, I saw two slightly different performances from him. One Friday evening, where he clearly struggled voice wise, shifted way too much between chest voice and falsetto, and rather devastatingly missed the high note in «Down Once More». Also finished MOTN long before the orchestra. I was like «???». I remembered him as vocally much better. Turns out he is. That performance was either an off-night or just low energy. On the Saturday matinée he seemed more secure, with steadier voice, longer notes and also not missing any key notes. Was very happy to see him a second time and see that he handled the score fine.

I quite liked him in the Mirror Scene, the Phantom’s curse, as Red Death and in the Final Lair. Those were stand-out scenes for me. Those are also scenes where you expect the larger-than-life acting. His MOTN in the Saturday matinée was also quite nice, and he did a gorgeous «soooaaaar».

His Final Lair was definitely the most interesting one. He stumbled around stage with bent knees, was quite unpredictable, and displayed some fine acting. I also loved his added «NEEEEJ!!!», pronounced like a small, spoiled child experiencing someone taking his toys away. He did it three times; one after Christine throws the wedding veil at him, once right before letting Raoul loose of the magical lasso, and I can’t remember the third one. It was a good detail.

Yet, I stand by what I wrote above, about his Phantom feeling like a caricature at places, and that he has too much of a pop sound in his voice. Things I thought could be done differently. But all in all a solid Phantom, a good voice, and the sole reason this production came to be, probably. I was very happy to see him twice, to see how he might do stuff differently the second time, and to get a feeling of what his Phantom was all about. And it should be added that he had good chemistry with Emmi Christensson.


EMMI CHRISTENSSON: WHAT. A. GEM!!!!!!! Gorgeous, soaring, clear, bell-like, strong voice. A nuanced and detailed portrayal. So beautiful on stage.

I saw her as Cosette in the Norwegian tour in 2014, and adored her voice. I’ve heard clips from her London run as Christine, and loved it. So obviously I was hyped to see her live in Stockholm. But she was WAY better than I imagined. She had moments of very nervous, distressed emotions - not quite on the level of Anna O’Byrne, but still distressed. Kinda hammering the palm of her hands over her ears in the WYWSHA intro is one example, desperately trying to kill the voices. She also looked so perfectly innocent on stage.

Standout scene for me was WYWSHA - the whole thing seemed so genuine and so in despair. Instead of going for «listen to the grandeur that is my voice», she took it down a notch, displaying Christine’s grief and solitude. It was really nice. A bit similar to Mia Karlsson in Copenhagen. TOM was also a thing of beauty. Such a gorgeous voice, so feather light and pleasant and yet with a strength, especially the upper notes. TOM was a scene I never wanted to end, in large because of her voice, but also because of Anton Zetterholm’s acting, and because of the GORGEOUS World Tour Elissa skirt. Baaah.

Also, the Swedish translation of «The tears I might have shed for your dark fate…» is one of my favourites out there, and was extremely well delivered by Emmi C: «Du kunde fått förståelse och stöd. Men nej - jag kunde se dig DÖD!» (you could have gotten understanding and support (from me). But no (now) I could (happily) see you DEAD). That’s strong words.

All in all, Emmi Christensson really is one of those ultimate Christines. I loved her portrayal, I adored her voice, I loved many of the details, and she totally looked the part. And she’s Swedish too. Can’t beat that combo.


ANTON ZETTERHOLM: Due to a very Copenhagen-esque directing in the Swedish revival, Anton Zetterholm did have moments where he reminded a bit of Tomas Ambt Kofod. And y’all know that will never be a bad thing, as Kofod is probably my all-time fave Raoul.

That’s however not to say that Anton Zetterholm was a blueprint. He had moments where I got the feeling he tried to imagine why Raoul reacted as he did. For example, a more unique detail was exactly HOW bored Anton’s Raoul seemed to be during TOM, tapping his fingers, looking around, mostly looking like he wanted to leave. When Mme Firmin looked through her binaculars, he seemed to get curious and borrow them from her, only to discover it’s CHRISTINE, and then he is on fire, leading up to his sung lines. The change from utterly bored to super exited was more pronunced than I’ve ever seen it before. Really, REALLY good acting. And also kinda justifying the Phantom’s raging «slave of fashion» - this Raoul isn’t really into music, he’s only into Christine. Though not because the rest of Paris is. Rather due to their childhood friendship.

He also had fine moments in «Little Lotte», where he perceived what Christine told him so innocently and so different from what she intended. He wasn’t brushing her off, but appearing to think she was talking allegorically, but then getting down to business - food, catching up over dinner, the joy of meeting his childhood friend again, the joy over her triumph and her success.

Last, but not least, he really REALLY fought that magical lasso in the Final Lair. I was about to write “like his life depended on it”, which I guess is quite suitable for the role of Raoul in that moment…

And on the shallow side: so cool to see a blonde Raoul. Costume design (and slightly Barton) coming alive!

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Okay the underground forest is pretty damn cool. 

But now he’s going completely off the rails and rambling about magic? And kindasorta acting like his taxidermy animals are alive? Gawwwwwwd I am so uncomfortable. I kind of know what it feels like when someone is talking about really, really weird stuff but you’re such a nice person and don’t want to offend them that you just kind of go along with it and that seems like exactly what Christine is doing right now and it’s giving me vicarious mild anxiety.

Like I can only imagine what she’s thinking right now. “I THOUGHT HE WAS NORMAL HE SEEMED SO NORMAL I KIND OF LIKED HIM WHY IS HE ACTING SO DAMN WEIRD. HOW DO I LEAVE RIGHT NOW WITHOUT OFFENDING HIM OH MY GOD”

“Because you must sing for love and joy, not for gain. I will grant you a favor regardless of what you do” Okay that was kind of sweet

Aw damn. He’s talking about his face and I remember reading that we never get to actually see it but from the way he’s talking about it (”I have no face, only the semblance of a face”) I wonder if he lacks a nose like in the original. Curious now. Headcanon accepted.

Ooh we have an “Oh Christine”. Should all Eriks breathe “Oh Christine” at least once? Yours Truly says yes.

I’m *almost* managing to forget about the Oedipal thing. 

Oh FFS, Christine. All that big talk about wanting to see his face and then you up and FAINT? What a wiener.

Also, I’m far more than mildly annoyed that we have no idea what his face actually looks like.