#neighborhood playhouse

[newyorkthegoldenage]

The Neighborhood Playhouse was (and still is) a noted drama school at 340 East 54th Street, known for teaching Sanford Meisner's approach to acting. Here, on June 21, 1956, C&W singer June Carter, who was taking lessons at the Playhouse, did a bit while others watched. From left to right, are Jerry Summers, Hollywood, Calif., Robert Fuller, Hollywood, Calif., Larry Storch, Broadway and television comedian, Julie Wilson, starring in the Broadway production, "The Pajama Game," and Miss Carter. Other alumni of the school include Gregory Peck, Robert Duvall, Kim Basinger, Carol Channing, Jeff Goldblum, Allison Janney, and Grace Kelly.

Photo: Associated Press via Las Vegas Review-Journal

[gagedraws]

We were fed a lot of HORROR games this year, huh?

[rcmclachlan]

OKAY so this is for @dadvans specifically because he and I have spent many an evening across multiple fandoms shouting at each other about various characters and their raging pregnancy kinks but anyway.

I saw this post.

And I had this thought that Tommy's probably only ever thought of children tangentially. Like, I kind of clock him as an only child who didn't have any little kids in his neighborhood growing up. His dad's sister had three, all of them older than him, and his mom's brother had two but they lived on the other side of the country so he only saw them in Christmas card photos and once at his grandmother's funeral.

The only kids he's ever around are the ones he sees on calls, who are all either unconscious, traumatized, or somewhere in the background out of the way where he doesn't have to interact with them. He's basically that gif of Alec Baldwin trying to console a crying Tina Fey with a broom, like, "there there."

But now that his life is enmeshed with the 118, he's around kids all the time: Jee, Christopher, Denny, Mara. And he sees Buck with them—how good he is to them, how patient and kind and compassionate, how he listens seriously to them and always tries to meet them on their level—and it's doing something for him. Like, a lot.

Then, like, one evening Buck and Tommy have dinner with Kameron and Connor, and they bring the baby—who has Buck's eyes and the same shape of his lips—with them, and Tommy watches Buck like a hawk all night. Buck's a natural with Spencer: holding him like a pro, soothing him whenever he fussed, making him laugh. He's loath to put him down.

Tommy's never seen someone so suited to be a parent before. He knows Buck wants kids more than anything. Buck stops to interact with every child they pass on the street the way Tommy does with dogs, like he can't help it, like he's got a homing beacon inside him. And children gravitate to Buck like he's a Disney princess. And after watching Buck with Kameron and Connor's kid, Tommy can't stop thinking about it. About Buck and kids. Specifically, Buck and their kids. 

Tommy looks out into his backyard and can picture Buck out there putting together one of those plastic Fisher Price playhouses and running around chasing after a toddler waddling around on chubby legs and tucked up next to a crib in the guest room-turned-nursery reading The Little Mouse, the Red Ripe Strawberry, and the Big Hungry Bear to a drooling baby trying to shove its foot in its mouth. A baby with Buck's eyes and mouth, and Tommy's nose and cheeks. 

SO ANYWAY smash cut to later that night and Tommy's balls-deep in Buck, fucking him slowly, doing it missionary the way Buck loves because this way they can kiss and he can see every stupid expression that crosses Tommy's face, and Tommy's staring down at him and blurts out, "You were really good with Spencer tonight." 

And Buck sort of gasp-laughs, like, "You know I love kids," and he arches up against Tommy, and Tommy's hand slides down between them so he can get a hand on Buck's cock, but halfway there he gets distracted by the feeling of Buck's belly. It's taut and toned and flexing with every thrust, and out of nowhere a little voice in his head goes but imagine what it would look like with a bump. 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

And then his brain kind of makes a weird popping noise and his mouth goes rogue and says, "I know you do. I know you wanna have kids. Would you wanna have my kids?"

Evan's eyes fly open wide and he sort of stutter-wheezes in shock, "What? What do you—"

But now that Tommy's started, he can't stop, and the leisurely pace he'd been maintaining loses rhythm before picking up the pace, just these deep, dragging thrusts that pull at Evan's hole on the drawback. "But I don't think you'd be satisfied with just being handed a kid. I think you'd want it to be part of you from the start. I think you'd wanna feel it every step of the way. You want to feel it growing inside you so bad, don't you, baby? I bet it's all you think about."

"Tommy, what the fuck—" But Evan's mouth is open and panting, tongue lolling around in his mouth like it's suddenly too big to control, and he starts shuddering hard enough that his bones must be rattling. Tommy can feel his fat dick twitching against his stomach, drooling so much precome the glide between them is soaked and almost too easy, and Evan's insides are vibrating where they clutch Tommy's cock like a vice.

With a grunt, Tommy gathers Evan's impossibly long legs in the bends of his elbows and folds him practically in half, wheezing like he's gutshot, "Maybe I can't trust you with our condoms anymore. Maybe you've poked holes in all of them."

"Oh fuck, that's so hot," Evan gasps, his arms flying up over his head so he can put his hands against the headboard and fuck himself wildly back on Tommy's cock, his eyes wide and scandalized, and alight with a lust bordering on violent. Even through the condom, Tommy can feel how hot he is inside, like a fever, like magma.

They've fucked a million ways since they first got together—enthusiastic, rough, slow, sweet, hard, exhausted, frenzied, grateful—but they've never fucked like this: just absolutely nasty. 

"What are you gonna do if the condom breaks?" Tommy gasps into Evan's ear, then bites it while Evan drags in desperate gulps of air and scrabbles for purchase on Tommy's back, fingers slipping in sweat. "I'd fill you up. I'd shove so much come up inside you that it'd have to take."

Evan's wailing so loud the neighbors are absolutely going to call the cops and his hole is rippling around Tommy's dick so good that Tommy's eyes roll back into his head, and then Evan starts begging like his heart's breaking, "Oh god, oh fuck, please, baby, do it, I want it so much, I want to feel it."

Through the sweat dripping in his stinging eyes, Tommy looks down at Evan, who's got his teeth bared like an animal, who's taking every punishing thrust like it's his due, even as his eyes well up with tears that spill over his temples into his hairline. He thinks of how it would feel without the condom between them, how he would see-saw his cock through wads of his own come into the dripping hot sleeve of Evan's body, every thrust pushing more and more of it into some secret place where it would stay until something took root. He squeezes his eyes shut, because if he spends one more second looking at the hungry, crazed expression twisting Evan's face into a rictus, he's going to come.

The bed frame's making metal-on-metal sounds that don't sound like they're covered under the warranty, but Tommy can't stop fucking Evan like he's trying to split him down the middle. He's going to shove his way inside until he reaches the pulp at the center and pries Evan open like a nectarine. 

"You want it?" Tommy bites out, then doesn't wait for an answer, dropping down and smearing his mouth over Evan's in a fierce, sloppy kiss, sucking his tongue, biting his lips. Their teeth clack together painfully and Evan makes wounded noises into his mouth when Tommy's cock grinds up deep inside him. Tommy fucks him brutally until he stops.

Breaking away with a choked gasp, Evan chants tearfully, "Oh my god, oh my god, come in me, please, I want you to, god, Tommy, fuck me pregnant," and then comes messily between them, and there's so much of it like there always is, soaking their skin, sliding down to get sucked up by the sheets. Evan sobs and comes and comes and comes himself insensate.

The combination of the hard clench of Evan's body and his desperate pleas touches some part of Tommy's lizard brain that feels like a one-two punch, and he fucks in and in and in frantically, buries himself inside that trembling furnace, and finally something breaks and he comes like it's the last thing he'll ever do.

Gracelessly, he collapses on top of Evan, sucking in great, painful gulps of air, while Evan shivers underneath him like he's been electrocuted (again). Somehow, Evan still finds the wherewithal to throw his arms around Tommy's back and cling, pulling down on him as though he can somehow make Tommy sink deeper into him, like he never wants to not be glued together by sweat and come. Impossible. Tommy's two-hundred-and-something pounds of deadweight and his head is full of television snow. He's a husk of a man. He's probably going to die here.

Evan coughs into Tommy's hair. His voice is in absolute tatters when he chokes out, "That was a hell of a way to ask if I want kids."

From where his face is smashed into the bed just above Evan's shoulder, Tommy mumbles, "I think every single brain cell my body's ever made is in the condom right now. Good thing you're the smart one or else our kid would be up shit creek."

Evan's entire body shakes with laughter, and Tommy can't help but join in, exhaustedly lifting his head so he doesn't miss a second more of that grin. If Athena knew the kinds of things Tommy'd do for that smile, she'd throw his ass in prison for the next 500 years.

"At least they'd still be pretty," Evan says, snickering. 

"There is that," Tommy agrees, and with a grunt he forces himself off the warm, welcoming mattress that Evan's allowed himself to become to deal with the aforementioned condom. He shudders in revulsion when he slides it off and tying it is an exercise in futility—it's disgustingly full and his hands are shaking. 

Evan lifts his head to see what he's doing, then lets it drop back with a huff. "Just wrap it in a bunch of tissues."

"Is it weird that I resent wearing it at all?" Tommy finally loops it so he can tie the knot, then throws it in the direction of the little trash barrel on the other side of the nightstand. It hits the floor with the same slap a water balloon makes. Tommy skeeves a face at it.

"'Course not," Evan says, sliding a hand up Tommy's thigh, aimless. "Our kid's swimming around in there somewhere."

Tommy risks a look at his face, because there's going with the flow and then there's letting your boyfriend plow you into the mattress while he tells you he wants to get you pregnant. But Evan doesn't look mad or like he's laughing at Tommy. He mostly looks peaceful, and maybe a little bemused. 

"Uh, I'm sorry about that," Tommy says, feeling so awkward he wants to peel his own skin off. It shapes his words strangely. "I just—watching you with Spencer made me a little insane, I think."

"Don't be sorry. I think I learned something new about myself tonight, but hell if I can tell you what it is." A sly smile spreads across Evan's face like a flame on a candle's wick. "Either way, it was fucking hot."

Relief unwinds all the muscles in Tommy's lower back, and he hunkers down, slotting himself up against Evan and pillowing his cheek on Evan's chest. Almost immediately, Evan slides the pads of his fingers up and down his spine, and Tommy can feel himself rapidly approaching post-nut blackout territory.

"But kids, though," Evan murmurs thoughtfully.

"Mm." Tommy sketches a nuzzle against Evan's nipple, which earns him a laugh and a slap to the back of the head. He chuckles and settles down with a hum. "Yeah. Well, our kids."

"Huh." The smile on Evan's face is audible, and deafening.

[bunnelbaby]

With the winter season upon us, here is a list of miscellaneous specials to help you get in the spirit of the holidays.

❆ Olive the Other Reindeer

❆ Santa Claus is Coming to Town

❆ Arthur’s Perfect Christmas

❆ Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer

❆ How the Grinch Stole Christmas (1966)

❆ Wild Kratts A Creature Christmas

❆ Pee-Wee’s Playhouse Christmas Special

❆ Blue’s Clues: Blue’s Holiday Adventures with Josh (Compilation)

❆ Lamb Chop’s Special Chanukah

❆ Elena of Avalor: Festival of Lights!

❆ The Magic School Bus: Holiday Special

❆ A Rugrats Kwanzaa

❆ Sesame Street: Kwanzaa

❆ Dinosaur Train: Don’s Winter Wish/Festival of Lights

❆ The Cat in the Hat Knows A Lot About Christmas!

❆ Miffy and Friends Winter episodes

❆ The First Snow of Winter

❆ Postman Pat’s Christmas Special

❆ Maisy the Mouse (Miscellaneous)

❆ Kipper and the Igloo/Kipper and the Snowy Day/The Big Freeze/Tiger’s Sled/Christmas Eve

❆ Jack Frost

❆ Nanalan: First Snow

❆ Hello Kitty’s Furry Tale Theater: The Year Scroogenip Swiped Christmas

❆ Hello Kitty Santa’s Missing Hat

❆ Christmas Eve on Sesame Street

❆ The Nutcracker: Starring Elmo & Tango (Sesame Street)

❆ Little Bear - Snowball Fight/Winter Solstice/Snowbound

❆ Max & Ruby - Max’s Christmas/Ruby’s Snow Queen/Max’s Rocket Run

❆ Elmo’s World: Happy Holidays!

❆ Frosty the Snowman

❆ Franklin’s Magic Christmas

❆ A Muppet Family Christmas

❆ Sid the Science Kid: Sid’s Holiday Adventure

❆ Scooby Doo Haunted Holidays

❆ Bah Humduck!: A Looney Tunes Christmas

❆ An All Dogs Christmas Carol

❆ Super Why!: Twas the Night Before Christmas

❆ The Snowman

❆ The Snowman and the Snow Dog

❆ Father Christmas

❆ Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood: Snowflake Day

❆ The Berenstain Bears Christmas Tree

❆ Barbie in A Christmas Carol

❆ Care Bears The Nutcracker

❆ A Garfield Christmas

[nekole-doodles]

I just had a dream of the QSMP Death Family all together on Halloween and it was the cutest thing ever! Even Missa was there! All the players had temporary in the same neighborhood so that they could trick or treat easier and I think some of the eggs and players were wearing Halloween costumes??? The houses were small and cozy, kinda reminded me of those outdoor playhouses for kids but bigger, very cute. Best dream I've had in a while

[just-an-alligator]

Just finished watching Good Omens Season 2 and here are some immediate thoughts:

Yes, there are obviously communication problems but they aren’t what Maggie and Nina seem tho think they are.

This season had a distinct lack of Apocalyptic Horsepersons and I have feelings about that.

Aziraphael and Crowley very clearly demonstrate the difference between being nice and being kind.

It’s also really telling that Crowley’s idea for getting them together was a situation that would allow them to talk and come to their own realizations while Aziraphael’s was to turn everyone in the neighborhood into dolls in a playhouse and manipulate their minds and behaviours.

Who the hell was Crowley before the Fall?

No, seriously, who was he? Also his conversation with Gabriel seems to indicate he has experience living in a head where all the furniture has been removed and you only vaguely remember where it’s all meant to go.

Wow I’m pissed of at Aziraphael right now. But, also, that was so true to his character so bravo for that.

I’m looking forward to Crowley having a nice rebound relationship. I’m still rooting for ineffable husbands for an endgame, but I think he in particular needs to have some relationships outside of Aziraphael.

I’m also looking forward to Aziraphael’s villain arc before he realizes that you can’t change the system by actively participating in it and buying into the company line.

What happened to that second book of prophecies?

PS: no, the coffee wasn’t drugged though it was manipulative in the sense that Metatron was demonstrating “hey I’m just like you and nothing you’ve done here on earth has put you at odds with Heaven. We’re still the good guys.”

I might have to ramble about this more later…

[olympic-paris]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more …

September 4

Invisible Paris: What happened on the Quatre Septembre?

1900 – Baron George Hoyningen-Huene (d.1968) was a seminal fashion photographer of the 1920s and 1930s. He was born in Russia to Baltic German and American parents and spent his working life in France, England and the United States. Born in Saint Petersburg, Russia, Hoyningen-Huene was the only son of Baron Barthold Theodorevitch von Hoyningen-Huene (1859-1942), a Baltic nobleman and military officer. His mother was an American.

During the Russian Revolution, the Hoyningen-Huenes fled to first London, and later Paris. By 1925 George had already worked his way up to chief of photography at French Vogue. In 1931 he met Horst [pictured lbelow, photographed by Hoyningen-Huene], the future photographer, who became his lover and frequent model, and travelled to England with him that winter. While there, they visited photographer Cecil Beaton, who was working for the British edition of Vogue.

"Horst on Mantel"

In 1935 Hoyningen-Huene moved to New York City where he did most of his work for Harper's Bazaar. He published two art books on Greece and Egypt before relocating to Hollywood, where he earned a living shooting glamorous portraits for the film industry.

Hoyningen-Huene worked before anything resembling contemporary flash photography was known. Working in huge studios and with whatever lighting worked best. There is something about the texture of his black and whites that one seldom finds in contemporary work. Beyond fashion, he was a master portraitist as well from Hollywood stars to other celebrities.

He also worked in Hollywood in various capacities in the film industry, working closely with George Cukor, notably as special visual and colour consultant for the 1954 Judy Garland movie A Star Is Born. He served a similar role for the 1957 film Les Girls, which starred Kay Kendall and Mitzi Gaynor and the Sophia Loren film Heller in Pink Tights.

He died at 68 years of age in Los Angeles.

1938 – Leonard Frey (d.1988) was an American actor. He is best remembered for his performance in the 1971 film Fiddler on the Roof, which earned him an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor nomination.

Frey was born in Brooklyn, New York. After attending James Madison High School, he studied art at Cooper Union, with designs on being a painter, before switching to acting at New York City's Neighborhood Playhouse under famed acting coach Sanford Meisner, and pursued a career in theater instead. Frey made his stage debut in an Off-Broadway production of Little Mary Sunshine.

Frey received critical acclaim in 1968 for his performance as Harold in off-Broadway's The Boys in the Band. He would go on to appear alongside the rest of the original cast in the 1970 film version, directed by William Friedkin.

Frey was nominated for a 1975 Tony Award as Best Featured Actor in a Play for his performance in The National Health. Other stage credits include revivals of The Time of Your Life (1969), Beggar on Horseback (1970), Twelfth Night (1972) and The Man Who Came to Dinner (1980). He also played Clare Quilty in the Alan Jay Lerner musical Lolita, My Love which closed, before reaching Broadway, in 1971.

Frey was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor for his performance as Motel the tailor in Norman Jewison's 1971 film Fiddler on the Roof (he had appeared in the original Broadway musical production as Mendel, the rabbi's son). His other film credits included roles in The Magic Christian (1969), Tell Me That You Love Me, Junie Moon (1970), Where the Buffalo Roam (1980), Up the Academy (1980), and Tattoo (1981).

Frey's television credits included appearances on Hallmark Hall of Fame; Medical Center; Mission Impossible; Eight is Enough; Quincy, M.E.; Hart to Hart; Barney Miller; Moonlighting; and Murder, She Wrote.

Frey died at the age 49 of an AIDS-related illness in New York on August 24, 1988.

1957 – On this date in the United Kingdom, the Wolfenden Report was published. It was the culmination of a request by the Conservative government in 1954 to set up a Departmental Committee to look into aspects of British sex laws. The committee of 13 members committee was chaired by Sir John Wolfenden, Vice-Chancellor of Reading University, investigated the current laws on homosexuality and prostitution. The Wolfenden Report was published after a succession of well-known men, including Lord Montagu, Michael Pitt-Rivers and Peter Wildeblood, were convicted of homosexual offences.

Disregarding the conventional ideas of the day, the committee recommended that "homosexual behaviour between consenting adults in private should no longer be a criminal offence". Contrary to some medical and psychiatric witnesses' evidence at that time, the committee found that "homosexuality cannot legitimately be regarded as a disease, because in many cases it is the only symptom and is compatible with full mental health in other respects." The report added, "The law's function is to preserve public order and decency, to protect the citizen from what is offensive or injurious, and to provide sufficient safeguards against exploitation and corruption of others ... It is not, in our view, the function of the law to intervene in the private life of citizens, or to seek to enforce any particular pattern of behaviour." The recommended age of consent was 21 (the age of majority in the UK then).

The report also discussed the rise in street prostitution at the time, which it associated with "community instability" and "weakening of the family". As a result there was a police crackdown on street prostitution following the report.

"The enforcement of Morals", by Patrick Devlin, stated that "Adultery, fornication, and prostitution are not, as the Report points out, criminal offences: homosexuality between males is a criminal offence, but between females it is not."

The recommendations of the report eventually led to the passage of the Sexual Offences Act 1967, applying to England and Wales only, that replaced the previous law on sodomy contained in the Offences against the Person Act 1861 and the 1885 Labouchere Amendment which outlawed every other homosexual act. The law was only passed a decade after the report was published in 1957.

John Wolfenden came 45th in a list of the top 500 lesbian and gay heroes, Pink Paper, 26 September 1997. It later became known that his son Jeremy Wolfenden was gay.

2017 – Canada has discreetly granted asylum to 31 gay men from Chechnya working with the NGO Rainbow Railroad,  a clandestine program unique in the world. In April, Justin Trudeau and the Canadian  government strongly condemned persecution of homosexuals in Chechnya. Canada is not the only country to accept gay refugees from Chechnya and other countries in the region. France has accepted at least one person, as has Germany, and two are in Lithuania. An undetermined number of individuals have traveled to European Union countries on tourist visas, and then applied for refugee status. So far, the United States has done nothing.

[alphaman99]

Follies Of God

"I have lived for a long time, and I have seen so many things and met so many people, and I have yet to see where cruelty is justified. There is simply no place for it, and I find it unforgivable. Honesty can heal and clarify and elevate, and we all must learn how to share it without pain, and there can not be a trace of cruelty in it. No one on the planet is alien to you, or should be. Everyone is a mirror of you, their lives a lesson. There can be no cruelty."--Marian Seldes/Interview with James Grissom/1997/Photograph of Marian as a student at The Neighborhood Playhouse in 1945/

[lboogie1906]

Elma Lewis (September 15, 1921 – January 1, 2004) was an influential educator and advocate for the arts. Born in Boston, she was the daughter of immigrant parents from the West Indies. She was a product of the Boston public school system and earned a BA from Emerson College while working as an actress. She earned an MA in Education from Boston University.

She opened the Elma Lewis School of Fine Arts in 1950 in the Roxbury neighborhood of Boston. Originally housed out of an apartment, the school quickly grew and expanded. She formed a friendship with Eli Goldston and was able to have the old Hebrew Academy and Synagogue building in Roxbury appraised at 1.4 million and then donated to become the site of the Elma Lewis School.

She taught ballet to impoverished kids in Roxbury partly to show them the possibilities of their bodies and minds and thus remind them that they could overcome their circumstances. Her students went on to careers in entertainment, and the arts, and some have opened their specialized schools as well. Students like Ipyana Wasret, a renowned art curator, and writer Sayif M. Sanyika, credit their success to the foundations they obtained from her school. To expand the arts in her community and get drug dealers out of the area, she created a summer theater program, Playhouse in the Park, and brought in musicians ranging from Duke Ellington to the Boston Pops Orchestra.

She founded the National Center of Afro-American Artists as an umbrella organization for her school and similar programs throughout the nation. Although the Lewis school closed in 1986, the NCAAA continues to carry out the mission she envisioned.

She was awarded a MacArthur Foundation Fellowship for her work in cultural development in Boston’s Roxbury. She received the Presidential Medal for the Arts from President Ronald Reagan. She has served as a trustee for the Massachusetts College of Art and as a member of the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #alphakappaalpha

[tilin991]

Mr. Hopp's playhouse a new friend

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A house in a neighborhood was at night, a little girl was running from a beast that was chasing her, she couldn't hide since he knew where she was hiding even if she didn't do the least. Noise and a single breath he would find her in the blink of an eye he is over 7 m tall and he is a creature that lives in the depths of the underworld but he came out of there to get the soul The young woman trembled because she knew that some day or night when she was fleeing from the thing that was looking for her, it was going to catch her until its warnings were true, she was cornered, not There was nowhere to go even to hide Until she felt a slight breath behind her, she turned her head slowly and it was the monster that was harassing her, his name was Mr. Hopp.

Mr. Hopp: Wow, my luck couldn't get any better.

Mr. Hopp: I guess now you don't have to run away from my little girl all the time, your time is up, it's time for you to join us.

Even though Mr. Hopp was talking there was something strange about the new girl she couldn't talk she couldn't even move her mouth since she's been living in that house she never wanted to talk With nothing and no one she was quiet and silent, the demon began to choke her and hit her against the wall He was ready to have her soul, however the little girl did not want to stay with her arms crossed as he was not holding her arms, he raised one of them and she began to put it on top of him.From the head of the demon.

Mr. Hopp:! But what are you doing! Insolent human...

The young woman began to caress his head lovingly and slowly so as not to make him angry, however the demon began to feel a feeling that he has never been able to witness, it was affection, the demon He began to move his tail up and down until he seemed to be unable to control his own body. He began to slowly remove his hand from the young woman's neck. She decided to scratch his side.Behind her ear the entity did not know what she was doing but apparently he was searching little by little although he knew he had to take her soul but something prevented him from fulfilling his objective.

Mr. Hopp: you...what the hell are you doing, does this feel good?

Mr. Hopp: why can't I finish you off, I don't understand.

Mr. Hopp: the entity said that humans were evil But you seem the opposite of that...

Mr. Hopp: why aren't you attacking me?

The demon was confused. His leader had told him that humans were bad with demons, but the young woman was contrary. The demon began to crouch down slowly so that she could follow him. Stroking until he realized that she didn't seem as bad as his leader had said he was confused and curious at the same time maybe this was his chance for her to learn more about him.Suddenly the little girl introduced herself and they began to have a conversation to get to know each other better.

???:Oh hello

???:My...name...so...Soria...

Mr. Hopp: you...your call...Soria

Soria: yes...yes that is my name and... Your me?

Mr. Hopp: oh... My name, I'm sorry for not saying my name, my name is Mr. Hopp...

The end...

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[lovely-lauren-arts]

1. Opinion on Pit Bulls?

2. How are lower class/poor treated in this universe?

3. Weirdass/cutest facts bout every OE character?

4. Favorite cat pattern?

5. Can I yeet Mary? Your honest opinion.

6. Opinion on Alfred's Playhouse? (Not Emily. We don't talk bout her)

7. How are you? :D

8. Heard of "Lost Ollie"? (Its on Netflix btw)

1. I heard they're a dangerous breed and from the stories I've heard, I don't think they should keep being bred.

2. They are treated by the upper class, specifically the nobles. But they have their own communities and try their best to helping each other out. The police in lower class neighborhoods are not reliable either.

3. I'll make a post about that soon.

4. Tuxedo :3

5. I'll allow it just this once.

6. I have no idea what that is, sorry.

7. I'm good, hope you are too. :D

8. Yes but I only watched a little bit of it before losing interest.

[broadwaydivastournament]

Broadway Divas Tournament: 2A

Harriet Harris (1955) "HARRIET HARRIS (Madame) is enjoying a career of highs and not-so-highs. Due to word count constraints, let us focus on the omnium gatherum of highs. 2022 Tony and Drama Desk Awards for Best Featured Actress in a Musical for Mrs. Meers in Thoroughly Modern Millie. Other Broadway: Present Laughter, Cry-Baby: The Musical, Old Acquaintance and The Man Who Came to Dinner. Off-Broadway: Standing on Ceremony; Yeast Nation; Jeffrey (Drama Desk Nomination); Bella, Belle of Byelorussia (Drama Desk nomination), Christmas on Mars; Rude Entertainment. Regional appearances include Guthrie Theater, La Jolla Playhouse, Kennedy Center. Film Credits include Memento, Nurse Betty, Addams Family Values. TV credits include "Desperate Housewives" (as Felicia Tillman), "Frasier" (as agent Bebe Glazer). Member of the Acting Company, AEA." - Playbill bio from Cinderella, November 2013.

Carmen Cusack (1971) "CARMEN CUSACK (Clare Boothe Luce) LCT: South Pacific (1st national tour), Broadway: Bright Star (Theatre World Award, Tony, Drama Desk, Outer Ctitics Circle, Drama League nominations). Off-Broadway includes Call Me Madam (City Center Encores!), and Carrie (MCC). Regional includes Designing Women (TheatreSquared), Lempicka (Williamstown Theatre Festival), Annie McDougen in First Wives Club (Chicago), Dot in Sunday in the Park with George (Chicago Shakespeare Theater), and Elphaba in Wicked (1st national tour; also Melbourne, Australia). West End includes Fantine in Les Miserables, Rose in The Secret Garden (Royal Shakespeare Company), Saucy Jack and the Space Vixens (The Venue) and Kim in Personals (Apollo Theatre). U.K. tour includes Christine in The Phantom of the Opera and Eve Cassidy in Over the Rainbow. Film: A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood. TV: "Sorry for Your Loss" (Facebook Series).

NEW PROPAGANDA AND MEDIA UNDER CUT: ALL POLLS HERE

"Harriet Harris is a delightfully batty old broad who is killing it in her late-stage career. She is booked, busy, and getting the recognition she deserves."

"Look, 2016 was the Hamilton year, and Bright Star was probably not a strong contender even without it, but I remember being vividly enamored by the pretty woman who did the Tony performance. Lo and behold, Carmen Cusack."

[eorzea80]

I FINALLY BEAT VENAT. It was so demoralizing that I couldn't pass this dps check. I thought I was getting better! I tried four times last weekend and I finally just put it down and resigned myself to purchasing another story skip come 7.0. But Not. This. Time. I wanted to just idle away in a costume party tonight, but the venue got overstuffed while I engaged in a haunted hayride and maze. So I went home, farfed around with my glamour, and said "why not take a crazy chance; why not do a crazy dance?" And so I challenged Venat again. And I got 3/4ths of the way through on normal and ate a one-shot. And I challenged her again on Playhouse Disney mode...and I won? I know this means absolutely NOTHING to actual players of the game, but this was a HUGE accomplishment and catharsis for me. You see, my Dad's back home after two stints in the hospital, but he's not doing well. His screenings are clear, but he is not himself. It is hard to wrap your life around someone who has totally checked out of theirs. In spite of the fact that we are in an ideal situation, all kids living in the neighborhood or only minutes away, it is difficult. I can't control my Dad and what he thinks. What he thinks cuts me raw. But I can control my experience in this game. I can have a little victory now and then. As a treat. So I am raising a glass to Venat, my work kiddos who amuse me to no end, to the THREE SEPARATE PODCASTS who posted on Alzheimers/Dementia/ACI even though I DIDN'T EVEN SAY THAT ON THE PHONE!, and to a game that lets me have my way. By the way, my glamour is called "Walkin' in Elpis." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUh1DSIsUOY

[zeroiii]

if you ever wanna watch nick jr shows when regressed that would be so epic .. :3 do you have any favorite preschool shows?^_^

AHH YES THAT WOULD BE SO FUN ive always wanted to watch cartoons w friends like that :3 nick jr/noggin was my JAM as a kid!! i have a whole bunch of nick jr ones i love specifically but ill sort them by station so its easier to read! my favs are colored in blue :)

nick jr / noggin

team umizoomi

the backyardigans

go diego go

wonder pets

blues clues + blues room

oobi

the upside down show

franklin

little bear

max and ruby

yo gabba gabba

playhouse disney / disney jr

bluey

the lion guard

TOTS

bear in the big blue house

rolie polie ollie

charlie and lola

PBS kids

daniel tiger's neighborhood

sesame street

work it out wombats

teletubbies

dragon tales

sagwa, the chinese siamese cat

peep and the big wide world

the wiggles

other

harry the bunny

the chica show

kipper

angelina ballerina

[embossross]

gahh i just cannot continue on with my day without telling you how i've been thinking about your writing these past few weeks. i really just want you to understand how much your writing has impacted me. i reread tdotgim earlier last week i think and nothing i have ever read fanficwise will ever comes close to that. as far as fic series go, the ones you write are the ones i enjoy the most. your world building of japan and everything the characters go through make it seem like you're actually a japanese local and that's why you can describe everything so perfectly that for myself, as a reader, feel like i'm actually the reader. the level of serotonin i get just from rereading my favourite or most memorable paragraphs from your fics will last me a good few days, even writing this to let you know how much i appreciate your work is giving me the mood boost i need for the rest of the week. i hope this conveys how much i genuinely enjoy the way you write

that's so unbelievably sweet! i'm so glad that you're getting that serotonin juice!! i know exactly the feeling you're describing and it's addicting. i'm so thankful to give you that 💝

i'm right there with you about feeling like the reader - even though i'm very different from all of them. personally, i find more specificity actually helps me rate more to them, rather than leaving them blank slates, and i get so protective of them as i write, which is hard for fhmy, because doc is really going through it right now 😭

i'm sure i mess up all sorts of things when i write about japan and i'm definitely writing a very specific component of tokyo-life (big focus on the urban and nightlife, overlooking all the quieter neighborhoods lol) but i personally loooooove writing setting and trying to create realistic playhouses for these characters to play in. so, basically, i'm thrilled you enjoy it to!

[poem-today]

A poem by Dorianne Laux

Ray at 14

Bless this boy, born with the strong face of my older brother, the one I loved most, who jumped with me from the roof of the playhouse, my hand in his hand. On Friday nights we watched Twilight Zone and he let me hold the bowl of popcorn, a blanket draped over our shoulders, saying, Don't be afraid. I was never afraid when I was with my big brother who let me touch the baseball-size muscles living in his arms, who carried me on his back through the lonely neighborhood, held tight to the fender of my bike until I made him let go. The year he was fourteen he looked just like Ray, and when he died at twenty-two on a roadside in Germany I thought he was gone forever. But Ray runs into the kitchen: dirty T-shirt, torn jeans, pushes back his sleeve. He says, Feel my muscle, and I do.

Dorianne Laux

More poems by Dorianne Laux are available through her website.

More poems by Dorianne Laux are available on the Poetry Foundation site.