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theshelbyclan · 3 years

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Bells and Smoke

Summary: The youngest Shelby has to be send away to a convent, but you have no intention of conforming to their rules, even if you’ll die in the process

(Gif by @harmon-jane-black) A/N: Requested by anon: Could I request a Shelby sister where she is sent off to a boarding school and is getting badly bullied by teachers and pupils for being what they think is Birmingham poor scum. Maybe she comes home or gets visited and is losing her Birmingham accent and is a little thin and tired. V Polly and tommy nun scene vibes. Only if you aren't busy ❣️ x This has gotten really long, but this request gave me SO many ideas! Warning for abuse and neglect though. And I hope you like it!

Words: 6020 *** You couldn’t remember how it had all happened. One minute everything seemed to be fine and the next, life as you knew it had ended. Maybe it was Tommy’s idea, to give you the opportunities the others never had. But he never cared much about his siblings’ education. Maybe it was Arthur’s idea, thinking you’d finally become too wild. But he was too busy fighting his own demons. Maybe it was Aunt Pol’s idea, making a woman of style and class out of you. But she’d never abandon you like this.

All you knew was that one morning you had been in bed. As usual, you’d woken up with the workers as the factory whistles sounded, but there was no need for you to get up at five. So you’d turned around and tried to sleep on. But then Finn had come in and he roughly shook you awake. “Aunt Pol says you have to get up,” he had said, his voice filled with urgency. But you hadn’t been awake fully yet, “What… Why? It’s so early!” “You have to pack.” “For what? Where are we going?” Your brother had refused to meet your eye, “Not me. Just you.” And before you knew it, Aunt Polly had taken you and your small bag into the car and you were speeding out of Birmingham. At least Finn had come along, though Polly had forbidden him to go, but he had been adamant. “Where are we going?” you had whispered to him in the back. He had hardly replied to any of your question, but gave evasive answers like, “Away. Pol says it won’t be forever.” You remembered the all-encompassing feeling of loneliness that had washed over you in that moment. Was it something you had done? Were you being punished? Was the family giving you up? You were only fifteen, you’d never been away from Small Heath without any of your siblings by your side, and the separation had been too abrupt, too cruel. Suddenly, Aunt Polly had swerved to the right and stopped abruptly in front of the train station. “Get you bag,” she’d ordered you. Anger had flared inside of you, “No! You tell me where I’m going first!” “Y/N Shelby, I am your aunt and you will do as I say. Remember who you’re talking to and don’t think for one second that you will win this fight. Grab your bag and get out of the car.” Petrified at your aunt’s tone of voice, you’d gotten out of the car. And like a zombie, you’d walked over to the train. On the side it said Oxford. “Where do I get off?” You’d asked no one in particular. “Oxford,” your brother had never left your side, “Just sit tight until the end.” “You know what’s going on.” “I can’t change it, Y/N,” his eyes had been pleading for your forgiveness in that one moment, “I tried, I swear to God I did, but I can’t change it…” Not really understanding, you had only been able to nod, “Will you explain it to me?” “I’ll write.” Suddenly, tears had begun to fall from your eyes. The great unknown hadn’t even scared you that much, but the sudden realisation that everything had been altered had. “Here,” Finn had nudged you, as you’d hoisted your bag on board, “I nicked this for you,” and he’d handed you a hipflask, “might get you as far as Oxford. After that, you’re on your own.” His words had hit you hard, so there’d been nothing left to do but take a swig from the whiskey he offered. “What did I do wrong?” you’d asked him, uncertain. “Nothing. Don’t let the bastards tell you otherwise. You did nothing.” His voice had been so strong then. “Finn?” “Yeah?” “You can’t fucking write.” He’d burst out laughing and you couldn’t help yourself but join him. Then the train had started to depart and you’d taken one last look at the car with Aunt Pol’s silhouette inside. You’d turned to Finn and it’d been like you would never see him again. “Finn?” “Yeah?” “I bloody love you, you know?” He’d smirked, “I fucking love you too.” Eyes still locked, the train had started to move and just before it was too late, he’d added, “I’ll make sure you’re coming back home.” You’d clung to those words *** At five in the morning, the whistles sounded. Waking up this early was now your habit, as it was the habit of all the girls here. Like robots, you all climbed out of your sober beds, to put on your drab grey dresses and to stand neatly next to year beds. The dormitory looked like a prison cell and the girls’ faces were ashen. Shivering in the cold, you waited for inspection. “Adams!” “Yes, sister.” “Lee!” “Yes, sister.” “Williams!” “Yes, sister.” The first voice rang through the room like the bells of hell and the girls answered in meek tones. This was your morning ritual and there was no comfort to be found in it. Silently, you waited, while a part of you still dreamed of the horses you once loved and rode. Remember the freedom you felt, you told yourself. Remember the wind in your hair? The people who cared? The place called home? Remember Finn running alongside you? “Shelby!” You suddenly looked up, “Yes, sister,” and faced the nun who’d stopped by your bed. “What’s this?” she asked her rhetorical question. “My bed,” you weren’t supposed to answer, but it had escaped you before you could stop yourself. The middle-aged woman crouched down and tore up the neat bedding you’d just finished tucking in perfectly. Locking eyes with you, she gloated, “Look, it isn’t made properly.” “It was,” you replied through gritted teeth, “you just went and fucked it up again.” Without a warning, she struck you across the face hard. Then she flipped over the bed in one smooth motion and said, without any emotion, “Do it again.” Seething with rage, you counted to ten in your head. In your mind, you went back to Small Heath. You could feel the warmth of the fire in your kitchen, hear the men counting the money and could smell Aunt Polly’s cooking. This and only this was how you managed not to explode. “Ankins!” she continued her list. “Yes, sister.” “Elliot!” She was new here and you looked at her without turning your head, a skill you’d mastered in recent weeks. Some of the girls said she’d gotten pregnant, but she’d lost the baby before coming here. No one really knew what had happened to her. You only thought she looked too young, too fragile, like a little bird that could be squashed with a single movement of the hand. “Yes…” she mumbled, practically inaudibly. “Speak up, girl!” She hardly increased her volume, but repeated, “Yes, sister.” Just as you’d promised yourself you’d try to look out for her, evil incarnate turned around to face you again and snapped, “Shelby. You’ll report to my office after you’ve finished making your bed, properlythis time.” Great, you thought. After she’d left, you looked at your hands in resignation. Faint white lines betrayed the cane that had been on them. They’d only just healed. *** A few months earlier, Tommy was meeting a man dressed in black in an alleyway. As the rain was pouring down on Small Heath, they spoke in urgent whispers. “What did she do this time?” the concerned brother said with a slight hint of annoyance in his voice. “Theft, mainly,” the other replied, “And she was seen at the races, leaving the scene of the murder.” Tommy knew his sister hadn’t been responsible for the death that day, but none of it mattered now, “How much do they know?” “Enough.” Tommy took another drag of his cigarette and paused for a second, “Well, what do they want?” “Nothing. Leverage.” “Fuck…” “Thomas,” the informant urged, “Get her out. Out of Small Heath, and do it fast.” “Where the fuck is she supposed to go?” He shrugged, “Don’t you have family some place else?” “Can’t protect our Y/N when she’s away from here,” Tommy said coldly, not betraying the emotions he felt. “Then send her somewhere she will be protected.” Tommy sighed deeply, “I’ll ask Pol, eh? She’ll know what to do.” The man looked at Thomas Shelby: gangster, businessman, brother. His face was impossible to read and his feelings remained hidden. So he said, “Do it tonight, Thomas, if you can. He said she’d hang for it. Get her out.” ***

The first time you had tried to escape you didn’t think about it. You hadn’t even planned it and had just decided to run. With two nuns hot on your heels, you’d raced through the corridors. Pretty soon, you ran into your first locked door. You knew all was lost there and then. “Shelby…” the mother superior had mused as you stood in her office, “I knew it would be you.” “And how the fuck would you know that?” you’d replied quick as a flash. “You watch your tone, filthy rat,” she’d shouted, but added calmly, “We know of your kind, child.” Through gritted teeth, you’d questioned, “And what kind would that be?” “Gypsy scum,” she’d spat, before beating you senseless for the first time. The second time you tried to escape, you’d thought it through more. In the middle of the night, you’d crept out of bed and tiptoed across the dormitory. “Get back in bed!” one of the girls had whispered, “Remember last time?” “Yeah, I fucking remember, that’s why I need to leave!” you’d whispered back, voice filled with urgency.

Two hairpins. The day you’d found those were the day you’d planned your second escape attempt. Because if growing up in Small Heath had taught you one thing, it was how to steal and lie and cheat. And, coincidentally, how to pry open any lock. The first locked door was conquered quickly, but the second one had proven to be more troublesome. The large black doors that were said to protect you from the outside world did their job of keeping you all caged inside. The hairpins were too small to reach all the tumblers. Cursing under your breath, you’d soon realised that you disappearance had been noticed. In a panic, you’d grabbed a chandelier from the chapel and broken a window. Ignoring the shards you’d climbed through, while they tore at your skin and blood stained your nightgown. Once outside, the fresh air had an intoxicating effect on you. But you’d never gotten far. Again, you were brought to the mother superior, who stood waiting eagerly this time, cane in hand. “Go on,” you’d urged, full of defiance, “Beat me and get it over with.” “No…” she’d said suddenly, “you will tell me what your plan was first.” “To fucking get out.” “Why would you want to leave this place?” she’d questioned innocently, “Why would you want to leave the house of the Lord, where we only want to offer you safety and education? Where you can atone for your sins and regain your place in heaven?” “I’m not an animal,” you’d replied, “I need to be free.” And with that, the nun had smirked at you, “Free. You want to be free. Well, maybe this will finally break your spirit.” They’d locked you up in the cellars for three weeks. Darkness had enveloped you, only broken when she came in to beat you or feed you. You could never be sure. After every beating, she’d say, “Now, I’ll pray to God for you and ask him for his forgiveness.” “I’ll do it myself,” came your steady answer each time, “I’ll deal with him on my own.” And in the dark you’d cling onto the black Madonna around your neck, the only mother you still had left in this Godforsaken place. Now, some girls would be broken by now, but not you. If anything, you’d been more determined than ever to get out. But you had to be smart about it. Maybe Aunt Pol wouldn’t take you back and maybe you’d shame Tommy, but Finn would look out for you. Running hadn’t worked so far, so a new plan had started to form in your mind: a new plan that involved the boy that delivered the bread. Because as the days droned on after you were being released, you started paying attention to the delivery boy for the first time. You knew he’d always had a thing for you, but you weren’t interested. As a way out, you were now extremely interested. “Hi,” you greeted when it was your turn to help him unload. He was so startled by your talking all of a sudden, all he could manage was, “Bread…” “Yeah,” you smiled your prettiest smile, “Bread. That’s what you’re here for, right?” “I am.” “Good,” and you continued to unload the crates, sending him a few glances over your shoulder. He was still rooted to the spot, so you decided a bit more effort was required in this case, “You only come here for the bread?” you asked with humour in your voice. “Well, that’s my job…” he almost stuttered, but when you made eye contact, he finally relaxed a little, “What else would I come here for?” “Me?” you asked innocently. You could tell his confidence was growing, “Well, maybe a little. I mean, you are the prettiest girl in the school.” That was easy, you thought. So you flirted on and chatted him up and soon he was all yours, “Your name’s Billy, right?” “Yeah.” “Well, Billy. I need a favour…” This plan was a lot more complicated but it had a higher chance of success. And it would’ve worked too, if it hadn’t been for the younger nun who’d spotted you talking to Billy. Before the third attempt had even taken place, you found yourself back at the office. This time, the mother superior didn’t even speak. As soon as you were marched in, she’d grabbed you by your hair and attacked you with a pair of scissors. “Get off me, you crazy bitch!” you screeched, as strands of your hair fell down left and right of you. But the old nun remained completely calm in her tone, while becoming increasingly vicious in her attack, “Do you know what we do here?” You clenched your jaw for the pain, because this was no longer just about cutting your hair, but also hurting you as much as possible in the process. You had about a thousand replies to her question, but quickly weighed your options and decided not to piss off an angry old nun with a deadly weapon in her hands. So she continued, “We offer you the gift of education. Through hard labour, lots of prayer and penance the girls can find their way back to Jesus Christ. By humbling yourself, denying yourself rest, food and drink even, and working beyond human endurance one may come closer to our Lord. Save yourself from eternal damnation.” “No, thanks,” you replied inaudibly. When your hair had been cut, she crowed, “Your arrogance has been defeated and your vanity has been lifted. You will do well here now.” The fuck you would.

*** “Aunt Pol?” “What?” the woman snapped. He faltered, “Is this a bad time?” “It’s never a good time. Speak up, Finn.” “Fine,” and he took in a deep breath, mentally preparing himself, “When’s Y/N coming home?” Aunt Polly turned around abruptly and said, “For fuck’s sake, Finn.” “It’s been months!” “And we haven’t heard from her,” with a large gesture, Aunt Polly threw some more wood onto the fire, “If something was wrong, she would’ve written.” “Well, no…” her nephew started protesting. “Yes,” his aunt interrupted him, “She’s fine. It’s Y/N. She can take care of herself.” “She can’t now, can she!” Finn suddenly erupted, “Yousend her away and for fucking what?! She didn’t do anythingwrong!” Polly held up a menacing hand, “You mind your fucking tone or I’ll slap you back to where you came from.” “I’m sixteen, Aunt Pol, same age as Y/N. Remember, we’re twins?” He’d only gotten more heated, “Something’s wrong. I can feel it, alright? And she wouldn’t write to you anyways, because you’re the one that send her away! Why would she write to someone who doesn’t even fuckingwant her?” Polly paused for a moment and seemed to calm down, “What do you mean you feel it?” “I just know, Aunt Pol, like when we were little and she fell in the Cut and I couldn’t breathe? It’s like that, only… longer.” She put down her black cigarette, “You’ve been dreaming, haven’t you?” “I dream about her, but I can never see her,” he nodded, “And sometimes…”

“What?” “It’s stupid…” “Finn, you tell me, right now!” everything about her was focused on the urgency of the situation now. But he didn’t understand, “Seagulls, alright? I keep dreaming about seagulls.” “Fuck,” his aunt whispered to herself, “I need to talk to Tommy.”

“Aunt Pol, you’re missing the fucking point!” he was seething again, “I was trying to talk to you about Y/N! I just want to know why you send her away and whenshe’s coming back!” “I didn’t send her away. Tommy said we didn’t have a choice,” she grabbed her coat and continued talking to herself, “I thought she’d be safe there…” “Isn’t she?” Finn asked, panicking as a result of his aunt’s strange behaviour. “Seagulls, Finn, fucking seagulls!” *** You couldn’t understand why they hated you so much. At first it had just been the nuns, and you had a vague notion of them calling you ‘gypsy scum’ had something to do with it. From the start, they’d commented on your accent, reminded you of where you came from and told you that you were nothing compared to the others girls here. And in a way this made sense: on the one hand this school had the outward appearance of being an institution of learning for young ladies, but the reality was very different. Parents who no longer wanted to deal with them or who had ‘shamed’ their families often dumped girls here. Others were orphans. Either way, the nuns collected the large amount of money paid for each girl and treated all of you badly. And you weren’t a complete idiot and you knew you were partially to blame for the situation as it was now. You knew you hadn’t made a great entrance when you walked into the school, but even from the start they had disliked you. But your resistance had made it worse, much worse. All the girls were treated harshly, had to work and were kept in line, but you were being treated like a slave held captive. There was zero intention on your part to come into the school to make friends. From the moment you’d stepped off that train, you’d decided you were done with people. All you wanted was your brother, and the rest of the family if they still wanted you. But after a few weeks, you had started craving some connections and you had tried to make friends with the other girls. But it soon became clear that you had very little in common with them. This however, wasn’t the main problem: they feared you. Your defiance made them anxious to be around you and receive similar punishments to yours. They kept away. “Elliot!” you whispered to the new girl, who was crying in the dark. You rolled onto your other side in bed to face her and tried to ask her gently, “What’s your name, your first name I mean?” After a few residual sobs, she said softly, “Anna.” “I had a cousin called Anna,” you smiled at her, “Why are you crying? Who do you miss?” “It’s not who I miss, it’s about who doesn’t miss me…” “How do you know…” you started, but you were interrupted. “Don’t talk to her!” another girl called out and Anna turned around to look at her. The girl continued, “Yeah, I’m talking to you. Don’t talk to Y/N. She’ll get you in trouble. Just… stay away from her.” Anna looked at you for a few seconds, eyes filled with fear and then she turned onto her other side. You couldn’t even blame her really. She was new. But slowly, it only got worse. All the girls crossed the halls when you passed and not only did they begin to shun you, but they started taking your things, stealing your food at times and made you an outcast in every sense of the word. And you suddenly understood: if they made you stand out even more, all the attention would be drawn to you. The nuns would leave them alone. You were the easy scapegoat, because you’d been the most likely choice from the start. And as the months wore on, you started to wither away. Jealous or full of hatred, you couldn’t tell, but the other girls tried to hurt you as much as the nuns did. You were cold at night because they’d taken your blankets. You didn’t eat because you were being punished. You didn’t sleep because you were locked up downstairs and the beatings kept you awake. And so you fell ill, heavily. After you recovered, you stopped eating, sleeping, fighting. Not because you no longer could, but because the loneliness had finally caught up with you: you no longer wanted to. *** Tommy watched his aunt as she strode over towards him. He’d known the woman for years and usually he would be annoyed by her interrupting his meeting, but by the way she walked, he knew she wouldn’t wait for anyone right now. “Get out,” she told the man Tommy had been talking too. He left at once. “It’s Y/N,” she said as soon as he’d gone, “We need to get her out.” “She’s at the school, the one you recommended, Pol. You told me she’d get a good education there.” “We were wrong, Thomas, wrong to send her away.” “What’s all this, eh?” he frowned, “We had no choice and she alright where she is. We took care of it.” With a wave of her hand, Polly referred to Finn, “He feels she’s in danger.” And Tommy turned to his youngest brother, raising his eyebrows sarcastically, “Is that right?” “I have a bad feeling, Tom…” Finn said uncertainly. “He’s been dreaming of seagulls,” Polly emphasized, locking eyes with her nephew. “Fucking seagulls…” he rubbed his head, “More gypsy witchcraft?” Swiftly, she slapped Tommy across the face, “You’ve forgotten where you’re from.” Quickly, Tommy’s face went through a range of emotions. First there was anger and the urge to strike back. Then there was the reaction of wanting to hide, like he was being chastised just like when he was little. The hurt over her comment came next, swiftly followed by a sense of shame, because she was right. His face settled on worry over his youngest sister. “What do we do?” “What will happen if we get her back to Small Heath?”

Tommy lit a cigarette and thought out loud, “Connor wants her dead. He has high influence in the police and he’s using her as leverage, after having seen her at the races.” “Y/N didn’t kill that soldier!” Finn called out, full of indignation. “Yes, we know…” Tommy said in a low voice, “But that doesn’t fucking matter because no one’s going to believe our word for it against his.” “Who else knows?” Polly continued. “My guess is no one does yet…” “JOHN!” Polly howled suddenly and for a second Tommy could only blink. Then he continued, “If anyone else knew, we’d heard by now. I’m guessing he intends to save the information for when he can use it.” Aunt Polly bend down and started unlacing one of her boots. That’s when John walked in and he immediately paused when he felt the tension hang in the air. “Take this,” she ordered him and handed him the small revolver that she kept hidden in her boots, “Shoot Connor.” “Fucking what?” he nearly spit out his toothpick. John looked at Tommy for an explanation, but it didn’t come. Instead Tommy asked Polly, “Then what?” “We go to Oxford.” Tommy nodded slowly, “John, go on. Shoot the man. Get Arthur out of bed when you’ve done it.” Shrugging like it was just another small task he had to fulfil without much enthusiasm, John walked off with the gun in hand. But Finn said carefully, “What if I was wrong?” “Have you ever been wrong about your sister?” Aunt Polly asked, “Apart from that time you thought she was in love with that Jewish boy…” “No.” “Trust your gut, Finn,” Tommy confirmed, “Pol’s right.” Aunt Polly smiled at him with an almost motherly warmth, “Let’s bring Y/N home.” *** Eventually you were moved to the hospital wing of the school. The neglect and lack of food had caused your body to shut down and you could no longer force yourself to get up each morning. At first, you were branded lazy and got punished for it. Finally, even the nuns acknowledged this was serious and the last thing they needed was another girl dying at their school. You’d lost all feeling for days, drifting in and out of sleep. One nun took care of you and she was different from the others. During your hazy periods, she tried to persuade you to eat, but with the last strength you did have, you refused. If you were to die, it’d be your own choice. “Y/N…” someone whispered to you gently. You tried to open your eyes, but it felt like lifting bricks with muscles you did not have. “Y/N,” the voice said again, and you realised this wasn’t the nun. Slowly you opened your eyes and saw Anna, sitting by the side of your bed. “What do you want?” you croaked. She looked down and said, “I came to see you.” “Why?” “Because I’ve made a mistake.”

You didn’t care for her feelings. You knew she despised you just like the others did and you didn’t need another girl gloating by your bed. So you decided to just wait and not answer her. “The girls told me you were scum,” she continued, “that you didn’t belong here. They said that’s why you always got into trouble, because you’re just Birmingham working-class trash.” Great, you thought, and how is this supposed to help? “When they told me to not talk to you, I listened. I thought it would help, that I would fit in more and the nuns wouldn’t beat me like I saw them do with others. But I was wrong.” “The nuns don’t need a reason,” you replied before you could stop yourself, “Reasons help, but they will find a way to vent their cruelty, no matter what.” “That night,” Anna said, “you talked to me and asked me who I missed. You were the only one that asked me why I was crying.” “I didn’t want you to feel too alone…” Anna nodded, “I know. That’s why I’m here.” But you didn’t understand, “Why are you here?” “Y/N. You’re not alone. Tell me, who do you miss?” Much to your own annoyance, tears welled up in your eyes. For last couple of months you had tried so hard not to think of Finn, Arthur, John and Ada. And you tried to ban Polly and Tommy especially from your mind, always wondering why they didn’t want you. Your heart can be cruel like that: those who don’t want you, you miss the most. Anna took your hand in hers and for the first time you felt another human being without pain. And so you started telling her of your brothers, of your aunt, of the horses and factories and of the streets of Small Heath. Anna didn’t say a word, but she listened intensely. After you’d cried all your tears and there were no more stories left to tell, all she said was, “Please. Eat.” When she offered you soup, you ate. *** It was a sight to behold: Polly Gray walking through the city of academia with four brothers practically having to run after her to keep up. When she arrived at the front doors of the convent, she didn’t ask to come in, but simply walked on into the halls. “Aunt Pol,” John ventured, “What do we do?”

“Keep up,” she said simply. Arthur looked around nervously. He didn’t like nuns and convents. But Tommy and Finn scanned every room and corner for you. Left and right, girls looked up in surprise as the strange family invaded their home. “Who’s that?” they whispered. But the nuns urged them away and said, “No one. Don’t look at them. They don’t belong here.” Tommy frown deepened as he noticed the faces of the girls. These weren’t what he expected. Of course, he wasn’t familiar with schools like this one, but he knew education played a part. These girls all looked tired, downtrodden and most of them were cleaning or scrubbing the floors. He shared a look with Aunt Polly and she nodded in understanding. “How are we going to find her?” Finn asked. “Oi!” Arthur called out to one of the girls, who jumped up at his voice, “Y/N, you know her?” “No, sir…” she shook. “Listen to my voice,” John added, “What about a girl who sounds like me?” And then one other girl stepped forward and she tilted her chin up high as a sign of arrogance, “She’s not here.” “And whyis she not here?” Polly asked pointedly. The girl got nervous, but tried to keep composure, “Because she’s filth and this is a decent school.” Again, Tommy looked around at the skinny girls, all dressed in the same drab depressing dressed, “Decent, eh?” His low menacing voice knocked all the attitude out of her, so she changed her mind, “She was taken to the hospital ward a few weeks ago.” “Where,” Arthur demanded. “North wing,” she gulped.

Aunt Polly marched through the halls like a woman on a mission. Her face bore a gritty look of determination and none of the bells, smoke and threats of a holy place could make her quiver. In fact, God shook as she walked passed.

Still, one nun tried to stop her, but before she could open her mouth in protest, Aunt Polly had pushed her aside and casually commented, “Better get out of the way, sister, you certainly won’t be the first woman of God I’ve knocked down.” When they entered the hospital wing, they walked into another depressing space filled with beds in lines. Most of them were empty, but one nun stood up and walked over to Polly. Her first instinct was to actually knock down this one, but when she saw her soft face, she paused. “Y/N Shelby,” she demanded, “We’ve come to take her home.”

“You’re her aunt?” the nun asked, “She’s asked for you.” “Is she alright?” Finn stepped forward, “What was wrong with her?” “We thought she might not make it. She stopped eating, you see,” the nun explained. John frowned and protested, “That’s not Y/N. She would never refuse food, unless…” Tommy didn’t need to hear the ‘unless’; worry was already eating him alive inside. So he walked around in search for his sister. He found her in a bed, with another girl sitting next to her. His sister was asleep. “Who are you?” Polly demanded harshly. But the brothers couldn’t speak when they saw their sisters. You were too skinny, eyes sunken deep and bruises were still visible on your face. The long black hair was gone. In many ways, it wasn’t their sister anymore, just a shell. The nun answered when the other girl was too afraid to, “This is Y/N’s friend. She came to visit her every day, even though she wasn’t allowed to.” Polly lifted one eyebrow, “Then why did you allow it?” “Anna got Y/N to eat again. She’s the reason she’s alive.”

Anna. Polly walked over to her and carefully took her hand, “You watched over my niece.” “I didn’t want her to feel alone. She felt abandoned, she said…” Anna said in a soft voice. Polly shook her head in an effort to banish the emotions, “Thank you, Anna. You’re a good friend and a guardian angel.” “What did they do to her?” John asked her through gritted teeth. “She was isolated, singled out for being… different.” Anna explained without meeting their eyes, “She tried to fight them from the start, but never won. She kept trying to run away. They beat her, kept her locked up in the cellar, but when the other girls turned on her and she thought she would never leave this place, she just… gave up.” Slowly, Finn had walked over to the other side of the bed. Clumsy but lovingly, he started stroking the hair out of your face. Seagulls, he thought. “Who’s in charge here?” Tommy suddenly spoke. “The mother superior has an office down the hall,” the nun said, “Anna can take you there.” “No,” Anna gasped, “I can’t…” Fear was written all over her face.

“What’s wrong with the office?” Tommy asked her with unusual kindness. “It’s where she…” And in an instant they all understood. So Tommy demanded, “Tell that woman to come here.” “She won’t like it, sir…” “You fuckingtell her to come here,” Tommy spat filled with venom, “Or I will burn this entire place down to the ground, and don’t think for a second I won’t fucking do it.” So the nun with the gentle face nodded and walked off. Somehow, Tommy’s explosion had triggered some old memories in you. Before you were properly awake, you dreamed of being back in your bed in Small Heath. The smell of the factories penetrated your nose and you could hear your family arguing. But when you opened your eyes, they were actually there. You looked at them one by one and stopped at Finn, “You said you’d explain.” “And I will,” he said, “when we get home.” “Am I allowed to go home?” you questioned in disbelieve. Aunt Polly shook her head, “You should’ve never been anywhere else.” “Can’t protect you if you’re not at home…” Tommy added with a slight hint of guilt in his voice. “It’s safe now,” John said, “I’ve dealt with it.” And just the way he said it made you smile a little. “Arthur, John,” Tommy started ordering them in his usual business-like manner, “Take Y/N out of here.” And Arthur lifted you out of the bed into his arms like it was nothing. “Finn, you go with them. Make sure you get her things.” At that, John pulled a gun and Finn nodded solemnly. “What about Anna?” you asked, looking at your friend, “I won’t leave her here.” “Pol and I are going to have a word with the mother superior,” Tommy stated matter-of-factly. You sighed in relief, but Anna still had a look of confusion on her face, “What will that do? She won’t listen to anyone.” “She’ll listen to us, love,” Polly said to her with a reassuring smile that left very little room for arguments, “We’ll make sure of it.” You smiled at Anna too, “This convent will be closed by tomorrow. Trust me.” “We’ll see you at home, Y/N,” Tommy said, “And then we’ll talk.” Just before Arthur walked out of the door with you in your arms, Aunt Polly ran over to you and pressed a kiss on your forehead, “Safe journey, sweetheart.” Then there was just Tommy and Polly left, clearing their faces of all sentiment and hardening their features. Arms crossed, they waited and knew what had to be done, and nothing would stop them from doing it.

“Mr. Shelby, Mrs. Gray?” the hospital nun had reappeared, “The mother superior will see you now.”

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Binge's first Australian made drama with Bojana Novakovic, Bob Morley, Hugo Weaving drops on Boxing Day.

Binge’s first Australian made drama Love Me will premiere on Boxing Day, with all six-episodes dropping at once.

The six-part romantic drama follows three different family members as they experience modern love at distinct times of their lives.

The cast includes Bojana Novakovic, Bob Morley, Hugo Weaving, William Lodder, Heather Mitchell, Sarah Peirse, Celia Pacquola, Shalom Brune-Franklin and Mitzi Ruhlmann.

Hugo Weaving said: “Love Me is a wonderful celebration of family, love, and personal liberation set in contemporary Melbourne. I hugely enjoyed playing the dutiful, recessive Glen Mathieson, father to Clara and Aaron, as he finds himself navigating a course through grief into the excitement of an unexpected and transformative love. Working with Director Emma Freeman was an absolute delight.”

Bojana Novakovic said: “Love Me is a unique exploration of the connection between grief and love. It was an absolute joy to work on this new Australian drama with an incredible Australian crew. It reminded me just how special our teams are at home and I can’t wait for audiences to experience this beautiful story.”

Alison Hurbert-Burns, Binge Executive Director, said: “We can’t wait for Love Me – Binge’s first original series – proudly shot in Melbourne and made in Australia to launch on Boxing Day. The incredibly talented cast and creative teams have done an amazing job of bringing this story to life, and in time for Australians to enjoy this summer and over the Christmas holiday period.

“Love Me is compelling storytelling. It will make you laugh and cry as you follow the authentic journey of love and self-discovery in a beautifully crafted story.”

Directed by Emma Freeman (Stateless, Secret City, Glitch), writers are Alison Bell, Leon Ford, Adele Vuko and Blake Ayshford.

The Mathiesons, Clara (30s), Glen (50s) and Aaron (20s), find themselves at an emotional crossroads following an unexpected event that changes their lives forever. In an era when the world is driven by conflict, Love Me is a call to the heart – a funny, sophisticated, heartfelt exploration of love in all its forms. More significantly, it’s a timely reminder that we’re all as inadequate and remarkable as each other.

Clara (Bojana Novakovic, I, Tonya, Birds of Prey, Instinct, Shameless, Satisfaction), who uses her sharp wit and self-deprecation to hide from the reality that she is now approaching 40, and beginning to fear that her successful career might have come at the expense of her own family .

Her doting father, Glen (Hugo Weaving), see-sawing between hope and despair, as he opens his eyes to new intimacies like love and romance in his older age, and then there’s little brother Aaron (William Lodder, Wakefield) – facing a crisis of identity as he navigates love in his early 20s whilst trying to come to terms with the challenges that life presents.

The Mathieson’s fallibility draws them into the world and ever closer to suffering the most hilarious humiliations, those brilliant, pitiful moments that teach us to laugh at ourselves or die trying.

Love Me is a Warner Bros. International Television Production Australia production in association with Aquarius Films for the Foxtel Group. Major production investment from Screen Australia and financed with support from Film Victoria through production investment and the Regional Location Assistance Fund. The series will be produced by Angie Fielder and Polly Staniford (Aquarius Films) and Executive Produced by Michael Brooks and Hamish Lewis (Warner Bros.) Brian Walsh, Alison Hurbert-Burns and Lana Greenhalgh (Foxtel Group).

Sunday 26 December on Binge.

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I’ve always had this idea of tommy and younger reader breaking up ( over something stupid ) and before they were together reader liked partying and causing more trouble then needed with her friends. So when they break up she starts hanging around with the wrong people again ( tommy banned her from seeing as they just caused trouble ) and he hears about her going around drunk/high so he finds her and takes her home where she’s safe and behaves. Just tommy madly in love and a wild younger girl 💛x

oh god i had sooo much fun writing this and i hope you enjoy reading love 💋 i love respectful tommy (i love him in any condition lmao) and i just want to thank all of my anons because you’re always too kind to me?? 😭 and you always have wonderful ideas, they inspire me to write. feel free to send a request anytime xx

‘You can’t work all the time and expect me to sit here all day and wait for your ass to come home, Thomas! Jesus, I’m way too young for that.’ You shouted and he angrily walked to you, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He knew he couldn’t scare you and sighed as you stood still, glaring at him. ‘I work my ass off because I want you to keep living like you do now, in luxury!’

‘Yet you never ask me how I want to live! You don’t make me feel like a partner anymore, all you do is dolling me up to show me off at those fucking big parties! By the way, they suck! I’m done with your shit this time.’

You turned your back and walked to the bedroom you shared but he was quick to follow you, stopping you on the hallway. ‘What the fuck you’re saying?’

‘I’m leaving.’ This time you sounded cold, yet you were calm and Tommy knew nothing he’d say could change your mind. ‘To where exactly, y/n? Your parents aren’t even in England now.’

‘You know, I do have friends, Tom. Even though you pushed them away, they are still my friends and they don’t get mad at me if I go out for supper by myself and have a drink or two.’ Then you didn’t say anything and continued to pack up your stuff, leaving the ones he bought you. The man you loved sat on your bed, the one you spent countless days hours making love to each other, crossed his arms and watched you with a furious expression on his face.

You didn’t expect him to say anything, Thomas Shelby was never the one to talk for his wants. He was used to getting what he wanted by force or violence and maybe that’s what made you so irritated.

When you were done, he stood up and looked at you, ‘You can’t leave, y/n. You are my girl.’ A soft laugh escaped your lips, if it was another time the sentence would melt your heart but in your situation, it caused nothing but rage. ‘I’m not your property, Tom. Didn’t anyone tell you? People don’t belong to people.’ With that, you left the house as he watched you going away from him.

After a long time, he felt desperate again. He was alone, the shovels threatening to come down one by one and you were nowhere to be seen. Tommy noticed how quickly he missed you and he couldn’t believe himself. When did he get so vulnerable? He also felt angry, angry at you for standing up to him and angry at himself for not preventing what just happened.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew he couldn’t keep a girl like you under his control like he was used to doing. Yet he chose to lock you in his unnecessarily big house and hoped you’d obey. Tommy knew a wild girl like you would never remain easy and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep a bird who tasted the freedom in a golden cage and expect it to be happy.

It wasn’t like that in the beginning, everything was different. He’d take you to a fancy place and you two would have fun together, finishing a drink after another and you’d giggle all the time as he did the same. Tommy felt young and reckless by your side, you always knew what to do to cheer him up and he’d forget his worries.

As your relationship started to grow serious, things started to change. You continued to have fun with your friends, which he thought were a group of bummers, when he got back to his job. It wasn’t like you forgot him, you just got bored and it was in your nature to hang around, acting wild. You and your friends were often found in a party or a pub, or both, getting drunk and causing trouble. Yes, you were unrestrained but that’s how you met in the end and that’s why he fell for you in the first place.

Tommy saw the gleam in your eyes, it mesmerized him and after getting one taste of what’s forbidden, he became addicted to it. You brought the young, careless side of him after years and he was glad for it. He didn’t even know how much he needed you until he got you inside his arms, enjoying your presence.

Nobody denied you were young for him or he was older for you, as a matter of fact, Polly and Ada made sure to remind him the truth every time. But they also saw how much you changed their Tommy, making him smile just with your existence and they felt grateful for that.

Unluckily, it wasn’t a fairy tale and you didn’t live happily ever after. It took you one year to end it, going back to witches’ castle without looking back. Still, he wasn’t mad at you and he didn’t blame you, he knew it was a possibility. Tommy knew he couldn’t keep you under his control forever and this was going to happen eventually but he didn’t know it’d hurt that much.

Nevertheless, he spent two weeks without hearing from you, he forced himself to stay calm and let you go, even though how much missed you, especially during nights. You weren’t there to comfort him when he went to bed, telling silly jokes at breakfast and waiting for him to laugh. You weren’t running in the house, causing trouble and even the maids seemed to miss you.

Then one evening, a group of Blinders brought the news. He was in London to meet with Alfie for a deal and apparently, you were in London, too. The boys said you were at a party with your friends and he thought about Alfie’s words on his ride to the party.

‘Rumour has it your young and sweet missus had left the nest, Tommy.’ The man said with a look and if he didn’t know Alfie, he’d say he looked almost sad. ‘Well, you can’t keep the wildness locked up, mate. But I ask myself, what would I do if I had a pretty little thing like that all to myself and lose it?’ Then Tommy remembered your words and this time, he knew what you meant. ‘I didn’t own her, Alfie. She’s capable of making decisions by herself.’ Now that he was at the door, he thought you weren’t making the wisest choices.

‘George, my champagne’s finished!’ You screamed to make yourself heard in the noise and your friend laughed, ‘Then go get another!’ He grinned widely and you mirrored the motion, dancing to the loud music. ‘Here you go, gorgeous.’ Jane handed you a full champagne flute and you sent a smile on her way, you started to sway together. She leaned into your ear a few minutes later, ‘I need a line of snow, want one?’ You shook your head but went to the ladies’ room with her, leaving the boys alone.

‘My my, William. Isn’t that man over there our y/n’s big bad wolf?’ Robert pointed to the man who was glaring at them, his icy eyes showing his intentions. ‘He’s too late, don’t you think?’ George replied and raised his glass to the man he hated, making a toast with a wide grin on his face.

‘I wouldn’t say that, y/n still loves him.’ George frowned with his friend’s words, ‘What’s that supposed to mean, Billy? She left him.’ The other guy shrugged, ‘Yeah but she loves him too much to let him go.’ Then they turned back to look at the man but the Shelby was nowhere to be seen.

‘You sure you don’t want? That’s some good stuff.’ Jane asked again but you smiled softly, ‘I’m done with drugs, Jane sweetheart.’ The girl rolled her eyes playfully, ‘That man changed you, huh?’ You stared at your reflection on the mirror, your smile didn’t reach your eyes. ‘Let’s say he helped me realise some things.’

The door opened and you didn’t bother to look who was it, you didn’t know most of the people at the parties. ‘George says he turned you into a good girl.’ You frowned with that but someone was faster than you, ‘I can assure you she’s still a bad girl, Jane. A very bad one.’ Tommy’s voice came behind you and your jaw dropped for a moment, your eyes meeting on the mirror. Jane froze but she left for her own good.

You sighed and grabbed the counter, ‘What are you doing here?’ You asked, studying the marble as you waited for him to answer. ‘I heard you’re here.’

‘You heard or you told everyone to inform you if they see me?’ A light chuckle rang in your ears and you found yourself smiling as well. Then he took a step closer and your back pressed to his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you. ‘It’s not hard to find you when there’s a party.’

‘Is that so?’ You spoke and he nodded, his lips getting closer to your ear. ‘I’ve missed you. Everyone misses you, come home.’ Tommy whispered and you closed your eyes, his voice was something you ached to hear. ‘I was selfish, I’m sorry, Tom. It’s just... I wanted to have fun with you and you were busy all the time.’

‘I know, it was foolish of me to think I can keep you all to myself.’ He admitted as he pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, his head moving further to rest on the crook of your neck. ‘I know you want to be free and I know I’m in no place to give you orders, y/n. You think you can forgive me?’

‘You think I can say no to you?’ You joked and he smiled to your skin, his warmth spreading to your body. ‘Now take me home, please.’ You whispered and he didn’t spend a second. He grabbed your hand and you smiled to yourself, it felt good to be held by him again.

The journey to the house was quick, you didn’t bother to grab your stuff and neither did he. ‘The maids missed you, too.’ He blurted out and you arched an eyebrow, ‘Did they? After all those things I’ve done?’

‘Looks like it’s hard to be mad at you but so easy to miss you.’ Tommy said without looking at you and you watched him, his beautiful hands resting on the wheel. ‘I’ll bring the paperwork home so you can be my side while I do it and I won’t tell you what to do or where to go.’

‘I won’t go if it will make you nervous, I know these parties can go insane. Plus you’ll have a day off, would that work for you?’ He smirked, ‘Fair enough.’

‘You think you can focus on paperwork by the way?’ You asked innocently and he nodded with a grin, ‘You will behave.’ You laughed and bit down your lip, ‘Will I, Mr Shelby?’

‘For sure, princess.’ His hand rested on your thigh and oh, he exactly knew how much you wanted to obey to him sometimes.

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“The Conjuring Parsons & Cunning Clergy:

Just as the perceived boundaries between witches’ and 'cunning-folk' are decidedly blurred in West Country tradition, so too, surprisingly perhaps for some, were t distinctions between folk-magicians and Christian clergy.

Churches themselves, as homes to rituals of divine communion, union, blessing, exorcism and the passage of the dead, are places of useful power and magic. Its water, made holy by its blessing within church rites, was highly sought after for use within acts of popular magic; most often for the purposes of protection and curative magic. Church holy water was so routinely taken for such unauthorised magical uses, that fonts were fitted with lockable covers from the Middle Ages. The Eucharist and the chrism, also being blessed and holy substances, were similarly of use to magical practitioners, and so these, like the holy water, were also ordered to be kept under lock and key.

The Christian saints had in many ways taken on roles akin to elder gods; being often heavily associated with the land and magical loci such as holy wells. The lives of the saints abound with tales of miraculous acts bonded to certain loci, and they were widely petitioned for aid in various acts of magic and divinatory practices. Saintly relics became most sought after as potent magical objects, and even their statues might be scraped to produce powders for use in magical curatives.

It makes sense then that the men who mediated the power of God and the saints, and who administered the rites of the Church would be seen by some to be magicians themselves. Indeed, there were many clergymen who actively practiced in ways that made them virtually indistinguishable from 'cunning men', and in Devon these were known as the conjuring parsons.

Some practiced as astrologers; a service which, despite the disapproval the Church held for such things, they saw as an extension of their normal duty towards their parishioners. One Devonian example of an 'astrologising parson' was the north Devon clergyman known as Parson Joc. His personal notebook, preserved after his death, revealed details of the horary calculations he would draw up for the people of his parish. Those clergymen who possessed a more overt reputation for magic often held extensive libraries of books which were rumoured to contain numerous occult volumes and grimoires. These books of power, and the trouble that could arise if they were pried into by the 'uninitiated', feature in a number of popular stories surrounding the conjuring parsons.

One such story is associated with the Reverend William Cunningham, a 19th century incumbent of Bratton. The story tells that while he was absent from his home, his maid, out of curiosity, summoned the bravery to peruse one of the reverend's occult tomes. Inadvertently it seems she had managed to summon two spirits; for a pair of strange creatures like chickens’ materialised in the kitchen, and she was forced to confess to the reverend what she had done in order that he would then banish them.

The Reverend Franke Parker, known as 'Old Parson Parker' served the parish of Luffincott in the far west of Devon in the 1830s. Like the Reverend William Cunningham, he too possessed a library of magical books, but also possessed, by some mysterious means, the ability to know when someone was prying into his collection. It is said that whilst delivering a sermon, he suddenly stopped and ran from the church back to the rectory much to the surprise of his flock, for he had sensed that his maid was reading one of his occult books. He rushed into his library just in time to stop her before any magical mishap might have occurred.

Some of the magical powers and inclinations attributed to old Parson Parker would appear to paint him more in the hue of a traditional witch rather than that of your average 'cunning man', for he was said to posses the ability to 'shape shift' into animal form. Indeed, the local policeman is said to have discovered the parson sitting on his chair and barking like a dog. Perhaps incriminating, and certainly difficult to explain, is more the situation another visitor to the rectory found him in: laying in his bed surrounded by the bodies of dead toads.

Shortly before his death, Parker is said to have declared that he would return from the world of spirit in the form of an animal, such as that of a dog, a rat or a white rabbit. When he died aged eighty in 1883, so serious was the concern that he would make his promised bestial reappearances, that his body was interred in a grave dug to a depth of seventeen feet as a preventative measure.

Perhaps one of Devon's most famous conjuring parsons is the Reverend Harris, or Parson Harris of Hennock; a small village on the south-eastern flank of Dartmoor with beautiful views over the Teign Valley. Parson Harris was regarded as a 'wizard, and was consulted by the people of his parish for his skills in conjuring, particularly it seems in order to identify thieves and retrieve stolen property.

In one case at least however, it was psychology rather than conjuring that he employed to identify a thief, yet it was his reputation as a conjuror that secured the efficacy of the exercise. A farmer named Tuckett went to see the parson one day; seeking his aid regarding three geese which had been stolen from his farm. The parson reassured the farmer, telling him that the man who had taken his geese shall soon be 'put to open shame’.

On the following Sunday morning, the parson climbed into his pulpit and proclaimed loudly before the seated congregation; ‘I give you all to know that Farmer Tuckett has had three geese stolen. I have consulted my books and drawn my figures, and I have so conjured it that three feathers of thickey geese shall now, my this very instant, stick to the nose of the thief! Of course, the guilty party instinctively raised their hand to their nose and the parson, watching for this very reaction, immediately pointed his finger and boomed out across the church 'there is the man who stole the geese!’

On another occasion, Farmer Loveys called on Parson Harris for help as his fine gander had been stolen from his farm the previous night. The parson set about consulting his occult tomes before drawing a magic circle in which he uttered a strange incantation. He then walked over to his library window and opened it just as the missing gander was flung through to land at his feet, all plucked, trussed, and on the spit ready for roasting.

Another tale, perhaps a different version of the previous one, tells of the parson being consulted about a missing cockerel, which its owner was sure must have been stolen. Parson Harris told the man not to worry, for not only would he conjure the bird to be returned to him, he would cause the thief to reveal himself as well. When the man returned to his home, he was followed by his neighbour who came running through the door carrying the half roasted bird.

A particularly interesting story concerning the Parson hints at a dichotomy between his magical artes and his position as a cleric.

He couldn't help but notice one Saturday that his maid, Polly, was caught in a deep melancholy; sobbing to herself now and then. When Harris asked the girl what was the matter, she explained that she was missing her boyfriend terribly; as he had left for Exeter to enter into service.

Feeling sorry for the girl, and of course not wanting an interminably miserable maid about the house, he promised to conjure the young man back home to her. However, the Sunday rolled by and there was no sign of the return of her lover; leaving the maid completely inconsolable, and much shaken in her faith in her master's powers. She went to bed and sobbed herself to sleep.

As Dawn approached however, she was awoken by someone desperately banging on the door outside; it was her lover John, exhausted and drenched with perspiration. The parson's conjuration had not worked upon him until at nightfall when he removed his coat; for in one of its pockets was his Bible. As soon as he took off his coat, he had been compelled to run all the way from Exeter to the parson's home. The young man's Bible had acted as a protective charm against the parson's 'unholy' spell.”

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Silent as the Trees:

Devonshire Witchcract, Folklore & Magic

by Gemma Gary

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Halsey McKay Gallery is celebrating 10 years of putting on shows, collaborating with artists and generally working their tails off to make beautiful things happen. 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 Viva la Artist run gallery spaces!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ If you’re out East this weekend, check out the celebration. You can peep this painting “Shell on a Sill” and then hit the beach for rill. The show is up through June 21st at @halseymckaygallery and features: Josh Abelow, Polly Apfelbaum, Glen Baldridge, Lisha Bai, Gina Beavers, Bianca Beck, Timothy Bergstrom, Jean-Baptiste Bernadet, Colby Bird, Ben Blatt, Patrick Brennan, Ernesto Burgos, Ryan Travis Christian, Graham Collins, John Copeland, Anne-Lise Coste, Steven Cox, David Kennedy Cutler, Benjamin Degen, Alexander Deschamps, Alex Dodge, Chris Duncan, Sally Egbert, Cory Escoto, Arielle Falk, Elise Ferguson, Rachel Foullon, Saskia Friedrich, Joe Fyfe, Ted Gahl, Hope Gangloff, Henry Glavin, Bryan Graf, Ethan Greenbaum, Joanne Greenbaum, Joseph Hart, Elias Hansen, Hilary Harnischfeger, Virva Hinnemo, An Hoang, Sheree Hovsepian, Raymie Iadevaia, Jodie Vicenta Jacobson, David-Jeremiah, Matt Kenny, Matthew Kirk, Andrew Kuo, Denise Kupferschmidt, Jennie Jieun Lee, Jose Lerma, Hanna Liden, Christian Little, Lauren Luloff, Charlie Ly, Adam Marnie, Eddie Martinez, Sam Moyer, Keegan McHargue, Augusutus Nazzaro, Shaun O’Dell, Scott Olson, Hilary Pecis, Ann Pibal, Eli Ping, Walter Price, Joey Piziali, Nathlie Provosty, Sara Greenberger Rafferty, Matt Rich, Mariah Robertson, Brion Nuda Rosch, Adrianne Rubenstein, Andrew Schoultz, Beverley Semmes, Shelter Serra, Kate Shepherd, David B. Smith, Ruby Sky Stiler, Ryan Steadman, Kianja Strobert, Mika Tajima, Richard Tinkler, Betty Tompkins, Johannes VanDerBeek , William Villalongo, Jessica Vaughn, Wilmer Wilson IV, Miranda Fengyuan Zhang, Almond Zigmund https://www.instagram.com/p/CPtP69OFL08/?utm_medium=tumblr

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NAME SOMETHING BEGINNING WITH THE LETTER PROVIDED FOR EACH CATEGORY: LETTER B A Beverage Beer. A Mammal Bear. Something You Drive Boat. A City Boise. Free Activity Board games (after the initial buy of course) Someplace you would spend money Bowling alley. A Cartoon Character Blue from Blue’s Clues. A Sea Creature Blue whales. A Comedy Movie Bridesmaids. A Children's Book The Berenstain Bears books. A Dessert Banana bread. A Boy's Name Brian. A Girl's Name Brianna.

LETTER M An Old Fashioned Boy's Name Michael. Items That are Frozen Milkshakes. Television Show From the 2000's Mad TV. A River Maple River. A Vegetable Mushrooms. A Fruit Melons. Things That are Yellow Mangoes. Trees Maple trees. Marching Band Instrument Mellophone. College Subject Math. Dish Made From Pasta Macaroni and cheese. Book about Animals Mammals by Edwin Gould. An Insect Monarch butterfly. LETTER C Type of Sport Croquet. A Poem Title Child Whispers by Enid Blyton. Part of the Human Body Chin. An old Fashioned Girl's Name Carol. An Ethnic Dish Curry. Type of Transportation Car. A School Supply Colored pencils. An Item found in a Library Computers. A Type of Bird Cardinal. A Type Of Flower Carnations. Types of Shoes Crocs. A Halloween Costume Clown. LETTER T Flavour Of Ice Cream Triple chocolate. An Actor Toby Maguire. An Actress Tina Fey. A Television Series That’s So Raven. Types of Balls Tennis balls. An Animal in a Zoo Tiger.

Things found in a park Trees. Types of Cats Tabby. A gemstone/crystal Topaz. A reason a child may be grounded Talking back. A colour Turquoise. Something found in a work office Table. LETTER E Book Author Elle Gray.

Country England.

Something that is round Earth. Types of Clothing Earmuffs? Games played at school recess/lunch Eenie meenie miney mo? lol not a game, but I literally can’t think of anything that stars with an E. A Mammal Elephants. Types of Relatives Extended. A Holiday Destination Europe. Something found in a Forest Evergreen trees. A Colour Eggplant purple. LETTER P Sports Star Peyton Manning. Restaurant Pizza Hut. A Villian Poison Ivy. A Superhero Peter Quill aka Star Lord. A Toy Polly Pockets. A Weapon Pistol. Something that is Square Picture frame. Something used by a bodybuilder Protein powder. Something you would find in a bathroom Paper towels. Something found in a backyard Playground (like a swing set). A Dessert Pie. Type of Exercise Push-ups. Something found in space Planets. LETTER S Something at a picnic Sandwiches. An Athlete Serena Williams. A Body part Stomach. Someplace you want to visit Sweden. An Occupation Secretary. Name Brand Swiss Miss. Something associated with Christmas Santa. Something at a Theme Park The swings ride. A Frozen Food Sorbet. Something you would keep refrigerated Soda. Something Green Spinach. A random word Spaz. LETTER A A State Alabama. A Tool Axe. Something found in a cafeteria Avocados? lol I got nothin’. Something found on a farm Animals. ha. A fear Agoraphobia. Something Sweet Apple fritter. A Dental Procedure A root canal. A Perfume Amor Amor. A Type of Candy Almond Joy. A Type of Chocolate Andies mint chocolate. An Accessory Ankle bracelet. Things Used by the Handicapped Assistive devices. Sounds an animal makes Alerting sounds. LETTER F Something Hot Fire. Something Cold Frozen drinks. A Breakfast Food Fried eggs. A Graduation Gift Funds. A Type of Drink Frappe. Something found in or by the ocean Fish. A Hobby Fishing. A Child Actor/Actress Elle Fanning. A Health Issue/Complication Fibromyalgia.

A Type of Cheese Feta. A Type of Transportation Ferry. A reason to be late Feeling unwell. A profession Firefighter. LETTER G Something that is cold Gelato. A Topping for Pizza Garlic. A College George Washington University. Something with Spots Goals. An Item found in a dresser drawer Gloves. A Way To Relax Gel eye masks. Something found in the Sky Giant clouds. Type of Bread Garlic bread. Something Australian A popular ice cream, Golden Gaytime. A Food: Fried chicken. Something Pink Flamingos. LETTER W Fictional Character Walter White. An Item on a Lunch menu Wheat bread. A Magazine Woman’s Day. A Book Wicked. Something with a Tail Wolf. A Crime I’m blanking. Vanilla Item Vanilla wafers. A Type of Popcorn White cheddar. A Large Ticket Item (Something expensive) Weight machines. An Item you'd find in your grandmas kitchen Whitman’s chocolate. A Dog Toy Kong Wobbler. An Item found in a backyard Water hose. LETTER H Something Sticky Honey. An Award Honor roll. Type of Vehicle Honda. A Herb Horseradish. A Utensil for Cooking Herb chopper. Cosmetics Huda Beauty. A Bad Habit Habitual nail biting. A Reptile Hairy Frog. A Scandal Home wrecker. Monthly Expense Household bills. A Leisure Activity Hobbies. Something found on a Construction Site Hardhat. LETTER D A Pet Name Dino. A Toy Dolls. Something you can buy used Dresser. A Game Dungeons and Dragons. A Clothing Company Dickies. On Your Feet Doc Martens. A Candy Dove chocolate. Something you Love Desserts. Someone Famous Dakota Fanning. A Bird Dove. Something you'd pack in a suitcase Deodorant. An Animal Dog. A Website Doordash.com A Cereal I saw that Dunkaroos is a cereal now. LETTER N A Name Nicole. A Food Snack Nachos. An Animal Newt. Something Red Nesquik’s strawberry syrup. Something Blue Navy uniform. Something you can see close by Nice painting by my uncle. An Occupation Nurse. A Movie Napoleon Dynamite. A reason to be late Nauseous. Something you can cook French fries (in the oven). Something you can bake Funfetti cupcakes. LETTER R A piece of stationary Ruler. A place you can visit Rome. Something you'd find in Disneyland Railroad. Something you could use at a BBQ Relish. A Name Rebecca. Something Black Black roses. A type of Car Rolls-Royce. Something in the office Rolling chair. Something Green Radish. LETTER O An Animal Orangutan. A Sea Creature Octopus. Something you would find at an arcade Uhh. A Name Olivia. An Australian Animal Olive Ridley turtle. Something in Nature Ocean. Wildlife Ostrich. A Soda Orange soda. A Colour Orange. A Movie Oliver and Company. A Television Series Once Upon a Time. A Bird Owl. A Medical Procedure Obstetric ultrasonography. Something from History Operation Overlord. Something you would Paint Original piece. A Country Oman. Something Sweet Orange popsicle.

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red-and-blonde-moved · 4 years

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(Characters and premise by @kingbrickisthelocalcryptid story and art by me)

I was built to be a child, a Pinnochio of sorts, with china skin and painted lips, I was his daughter.

He didn’t want me, really, there were no blue fairies to make me the child he really longed for. Despite my rosy cheeks I could not grin, despite my pink lips they couldn’t open into the childish giggle I heard from other kids.

I was incomplete.

One night he rolled over and pushed me to the floor, my ball-jointed legs caught me so I could stand before slumping back into a sit.

I knew I could move but I never did in case I’d break his heart further through my lack of a voice.

Instead, I stood once more and climbed onto his windowsill and watched the stars go by, all I heard was the ticking of the old grandfather clock and the sounds of night creatures; I longed to be with them.

When the sun turned the sky blue I climbed back onto the foot of my father’s bed and returned to my lifeless pose, waiting for him to wake.

I loved my father despite the fact that I could not satisfy him, in the night I took his pens and wrote him letters.

He named me Polly and that’s what I signed them.

I don’t think he believed they were mine, but the smile they brought him was enough for me.

One day his niece came over, he loved his niece, his niece loved him less so.

She filled boxes with his toys and put them in the attic, she put me in a box of books and placed me next to some other dolls like me.

I thought father would come back but he never did, and I could never open the door to the attic.

I found a kerosene lamp and enough kerosene to last me for years, every night I spent reading the books I was placed with.

These books were about lands far far away, adventurers, pirates, knights, princesses, inventors, scientists, every one enthralled me.

I’d show the sea to my china brothers and sisters but they never saw, glassy bead eyes not glinting with life like mine.

I showed the swallows a desert and they brought me a beak full of sand each, I touched it, it was cold, I wished I could feel how warm it was wherever they got it.

The mice read the stories with me, one of them brought me a pendant and told me it was fit for a prince, I swore that like the princes in my story I would give it to whichever knight saved me from my tower.

The dust bunnies swarmed me excitedly when I read about an adventurer and his dog who walked through challenge after challenge to find a home together, I wished I could read it for them but I thought they could do it fine themselves.

But my favourite story was one about an airship, I wanted to soar the skies like these adventurers. Feel the wind on my face and watch the world fall away from me, it was all I wanted.

One day the trapdoor up to the attic opened, a young man in a tailored vest was opening it for a young woman in skirts much longer than seemed practical to be climbing stairs who was carrying a box.

“My goodness, Patsy! It’s a gold mine up here! Look at these beautiful dolls!” The young man said with childlike glee, I saw him pick up one of my brothers and examine him. “You know how my father works at this museum? He was saying they wanted some dolls for an exhibit! He’d be ecstatic.”

The woman, Patsy, placed down her box before she walked over to me and picked me up.

“Now little girl, why aren’t you with your friends? Why isn’t she just beautiful William? The detail! We have to show your father,” She held me gently, examining my joins before cradling me like a baby.

“She is quite incredible, and look! It appears she likes to read!” William laughed, going over to pick up my books. “We can hardly take her away from her stories now can we?”

“She must be getting terribly tired of them I doubt she’s read anything new for ages!” Patsy laughed. “You could tell us both one of your stories while I make us dinner tonight, we’ll pay your father a visit in the morning and let him look them over.

My home had changed a lot since when I went to the attic, I missed my father but I simply watched as the couple danced around their kitchen with a loving glint in both their eyes.

William told us stories about a clockwork dragon, and a cowboy who fought a demon train, and a navy man turned pirate who saved his crew from pirates by lighting their rum ablaze, and a couple who were almost killed while at a ball, then they sat for dinner and left me in the kitchen to go to bed.

I snuck back up through the open attic door and took my princes pendant and hid it in the layers of my skirts by tying it around my waist in between my skirt and petticoat, then I went back downstairs, I found a sepia photo of my father, old and grey with a boy who looked like William on his lap. I would have smiled if I could. Father got his son after all.

I returned to the table with the green pendant against my hip, knowing it was safe.

Patsy held me like a child all the way to Williams father’s house, I was excited to see my father again, but when William greeted the unfamiliar middle-aged man with “Hello, Father.” I knew it was a bust.

I saw his wife and knew it was my fathers niece immediately, the same orange-blonde hair and beauty mark beside her lip, and she laughed when she saw me.

“Why this was my uncles! I haven’t seen you in a while, sweetie I’ll write something up about my uncle for the museum, I think he would have wanted her to be remembered for others,” She said, running off to write that.

I spent the day in Patsy’s- or Martha as Williams father called her- arms. I watched quietly as he examined me and said I was perfect, then as they left she placed me carefully on the table and kissed my head.

“You’ll like your new home, I hope,” she said with a smile and took Williams hand to leave out the door.

My new home was loud.

Loud in the day as kids ran around and parents talked about me and people stared at me, one time when it was quiet I just turned myself around and no one fixed me until the night.

I broke the glass case around me one night and explored the museum.

There were the bones of giant lizards, and swords from real pirates, there was a boat that I climbed in to pretend I was sailing but most amazingly, there was a decommissioned aircraft.

The N.S.S Zephyr the plaque read, it was outside and looked like it hung from the sky, I scaled the stairs into it and looked around.

It had two long wings and looked like a giant bullet-shaped balloon was attached to a pirates ship, there was access to the lower deck which was full of automatons who were designed to look like Pirates, they were all powered off and I couldn’t reach the button to turn them on.

The upper deck had a captains cabin with books, I found a small enough one and opened it up. Madam Grimms Tales of Fae. I carried it awkwardly to the steps up to the top part with the steering wheel, where I placed it down so I could climb up.

At the wheel, I felt the night breeze push my long hair behind me and my bonnet begin to slip off. I truly felt like I was flying.

I stayed there until it started to get blue, the point before the sun rises where the birds sing to me. And I got my book and returned to my case, I hid the book under the stand, expecting that the owners of this museum would take it away if they saw it.

They took away my broken glass case, leaving me without it until they came back with a new one, for those days I snuck my book up and a few more from around the museum which I hid under the blankets and pillows I sat on.

When I got my new case I spent my nights reading about faeries and swan princesses and the adventures of princes.

I felt, more than ever, like one of these princes trapped in a tower, waiting for his knight, longing for the world away from my captors.

I pictured my knight, a china doll like me, or a human who would hold me against his chest, or a child who’d take me on adventures.

I waited every night for my knight in shining armour to appear, praying he would.

One night a door opened, I felt cold as I hid my book back under my pillow, but it was too late to get back into a sitting position before a brass robot with an aviator cap with goggles pulled down over his eyes, he had a long red scarf and a bushy brown moustache and he grinned when he saw me.

“Aren’t you beautiful, hello there little lady,” He greeted, taking off my case. I shook my head aggressively.

“Not a lady?” He asked; I nodded.

“Okay then. I heard about you and I was wondering if you’d like to go adventuring with me? How did I hear of you? Well, the little porcelain doll who steals books and breaks their case is pretty talked about.”

I sagged my shoulders in a sigh and pulled out all my hidden books, I had hoped they wouldn’t be noticed at all.

“I’d say you’re itching to go see the sights, I have a hot air balloon and I wanted a travelling companion.” I stared up at him in shock before nodding my head very fast.

“Well, come on pretty doll, let’s go adventure.” I cocked my head at the word pretty.

The bot laughed, pulling out a handheld mirror from his pack.

The brass robot gave me the mirror, I peered into my face as my father had wanted me, still just like I was painted, I did not change like my father, I was simply an eternal child, despite my age.

I had rosy cheeks and bright red lips in a slight smile, I had clear blue eyes with large painted eyelashes and long blonde hair with a brown bonnet.

“What are you staring at so intensely?” The brass robot asked with a robotic chuckle.

I raised my hand to my hair and tugged at it, peering up at the robot. He nodded and pulled out a pocket knife. Carefully he chopped my hair short and took away my bonnet.

“You must be cold now…” he murmured, he took the bright red woollen scarf from his neck, it was far too long for me and wrapped around my chin and neck and shoulders easily, but I wasn’t cold.

“Come on, before someone sees.”

The balloon was huge, big and green made of a patchwork of fixed holes so much I could hardly tell what the original balloon looked like.

It was tethered down with a rope and the brass robot pulled it down, helping me in before jumping in himself and closing the gate that opened up the basket.

He tugged up the peg out of the dirt and began to tug on the string which raised us higher.

When we were high enough he lifted me up and held me so I could look out over the basket over onto the slowly disappearing ground.

The stars shone brightly as we flew, he made a set up to let me peer over the edge while he worked on steering us.

He began to sing a song about a girl who loved to fly and her adventures, I listened happily before hopping down into the basket and dancing around his feet, playing with my skirts happily as I danced.

He picked me up and rocked me as he continued to sing and span me around.

He couldn’t see my face change, but I was happier than I’d ever been, and he knew.

“Come on my tiny prince, I’m gonna show you the world,” he whispered, kissing my cheek. And I knew I’d found my knight.

Taking the green pendant out from my skirts I held it up to him and he took it with a grin, tying it around his neck.

My knight in dull brass armour.

And held close to his boiler to stave off the chill of the wind I knew I was finally free.

#art tag #writing tag #steampunk #steampunk art #steam punk #please reblog

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sam-hells-americana · 5 years

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What's some good gothic Americana media you would recommend?

I am glad you asked. I’ll break it down by media type.

Books/Plays:

The Crucible: Arthur Miller. Not only a classic piece of American Lit but also an allegory for The Red Scare.

A Streetcar Named Desire: Tennessee Williams.

The Little Foxes: Lillian Hellman

Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf: Edward Albee

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest: Ken Kasey (Fun Fact, Based on his experience with the government’s MK Ultra experiments)

House of the Seven Gables: Nathaniel Hawthorne

Young Goodman Brown: Nathaniel Hawthorne

The Grapes of Wrath: John Steinbeck

Fever, 1793: Laurie Halse Anderson.

Movies:

Jezebel: Bette Davis in one of her most renowned roles as Julie, a strong willed southern belle, who manipulates those around her to try and win back her lost love.

Interview with the Vampire: 200 year old vampire, Louis (Played by Brad Pitt), recounts his life to a reporter.

The Beguiled: A wounded Union soldier seeks refuge at an all girl’s school where tensions begin to rise with his presence.

The VVitch: A thrilling film about a puritan family ejected from their colony and forced to live in isolation where they are plagued by strange events.

Freaks: a 1932 black and white film about a traveling freak show that takes measures against exploitative outsiders.

Oh Brother Where Art Thou: A southern musical about three runaway convicts.

The Ballad of Buster Scruggs: An anthology of stories in the dangerous world of the early American West.

House of 1000 Corpses: An honest example of “hillybilly horror” by Rob Zombie

Music

Bottom of the River: Delta Rae

Barton Hollow: The Civil Wars

Dig Two: The Band Perry

Coal Mine Moonshine: 3 Penny Acre

The Oh Brother Where Art Thou Soundtrack

Bildgewater: Brown Bird

Blood on My Name: The Brothers Bright

Awake O Sleeper: The Brothers Bright

Ain’t No Grave: Crooked Still

Pretty Polly: Vandaveer

In Hell I’ll be in Good Company: The Dead South

Hells Bells: Carrie Ann Hearst

American Murder Song: Chapters 1, 2, and 3.

This is by no means a comprehensive list and if anyone would like to add anything, than you are more than welcome to!

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shrimpkardashian · 4 years

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I have a list of ~900 albums from 2019 that I still want to eventually listen to / review [IMPOSSIBLE PROJECT ALERT]

For this project (already 125+ releases deep), which is just impossibly daunting and makes me head hurt. IDK how to streamline this process or is any “critic” out there really listening to “all” the good music? It’s impossible I guess... BUT needless to say, these have made this list from an even larger pool of music that I either listened to briefly and immediately dismissed or (gasp!) never even came across my radar (radar = many many music blogs I follow via RSS).

Anyway, because I’ll most likely never get to this (whatever this is, an Xgau parody or something)... Here is the list (please ignore some of my notations/typos):

1 matana roberts, coin coin chapter four 2 jeffrey lewis 3 negativland 4 camedor 5 the darkness 6 jai paul [leak] 7 shikoswe 8 anatolian weapons 9 cakedog, doggystyle 10 carly rae jepsen (LP, plus single w Gryffin) 11 parsnip 12 the comet is coming 13 girl in red 14 ezra furman 15 the kvb 16 freddie gibbs & madlib 17 say sue me (single) 18 denzel curry 19 fatamorgana 20 vivian girls 21 wobbly, monitress 22 helado negro 23 anamanaguchi 24 paul demarinis 25 comet gain 26 personal best 27 king princess, LP? big little lies single 28 marble arch 29 mini dresses 30 matt christensen 31 jade bird 32 black mountain 33 body meat 34 pat, Love Will Find A Way Home 35 acid arab 36 the 83rd 37 common holly 38 wicca phase 39 mark ronson 40 spirit in the room, single 41 rebe, “pienso en ti a todas horas” [just a single?] 42 a giant dog, neon bible cover LP 43 hey collosus 44 moon king (meh/ or *) 45 vanity productions 46 velvet negroni 47 g perico 48 budokan boys 49 skryptor 50 oscar scheller 51 the muffs 52 larry gus 53 these new puritans *** 54 angel olsen 55 bleu nuit 56 meatraffle 57 josephine wiggs 58 jennifer vanilla 59 big|brave 60 rico nasty 61 friendship, dreamin' 62 mike, tears of joy 63 bellrope 64 gbv 65 machìna, archipelago 66 toy, songs of consumption 67 ayankoko 68 the intelligence 69 drahla 70 corridor, junior 71 urochromes 72 david hasselhoff 73 aMAZONDOTCOM 74 kehlani 75 ne-hi EP (final) 76 avey tare 77 bonnie "prince" billy 78 battles 79 snapped ankles 80 mannequin pussy 81 toro y moi, soul trash 82 twen 83 self discovery for social survival comp 84 bad heaven ltd 85 eric frye 86 the mattson 2 87 duncan park 88 pure bathing culture 89 arthur russell, iowa dream 90 wild pink 91 flaming lips 92 pan amsterdam 93 flaural 94 knife wife 95 hannah peel & will burns 96 klein 97 meat puppets 98 tnght 99 james ferraro 100 royal trux / ariel pink 101 new rain duets 102 black marble 103 sui zhen 104 liam the younger 105 the mountain goats, welcome to passaic 106 frank hurricane and hurricanes of love 107 sebadoh 108 xylouris white 109 lindstrøm 110 franck vigroux 111 joyero 112 dorian electra 113 ride 114 crumb, jinx 115 nonconnah 116 cup, spinning creature 117 brutus 118 bjarki 119 khotin 120 alexander tucker 121 gunna 122 operator music band 123 tony molina 124 nanami ozone 125 sad planets 126 bemydelay 127 laurie anderson et al, songs from the bardo 128 teebs 129 deerhunter, timebends 130 tr/st (2 LPs) 131 dolores catherino 132 liturgy 133 floating points 134 sasami, LP + xmas EP 135 trikorder23 136 moor mother 137 have a nice life 138 la dispute 139 lingua ignota 140 lina tullgren 141 earl sweatshirt 142 entrail 143 alexander noice 144 shock narcotic 145 rakta 146 munya 147 el drugstore 148 buck gooter 149 caribou, single - more? 150 rosenau & sanborn 151 kevin abstract 152 pile 153 e for echo 154 animal collective, new psycho actives vol. 2 + live album 155 harlem 156 sudan archives 157 lil peep, posthumous ep 158 young guv, i and ii 159 orville peck 160 75 dollar bill 161 institute 162 tove lo 163 the chocolate watchband 164 foie gras, holy hell 165 french vanilla 166 chuck cleaver 167 kollaps 168 spirits having fun 169 game 170 badgirl$ 171 medhane 172 alberich 173 show me the body 174 the night watch, an embarrassment of riches 175 inus, western spaghettification 176 pregoblin, singles? 177 ra ra riot 178 de lorians 179 kool keith 180 kaspia & stride 181 glen hansard 182 dpeee 183 berlin taxi 184 foghorn 185 ionnalee 186 american sharks 187 sitcom, dust single 188 pip blom 189 j balvin & bady 190 fenella 191 tanya tagaq 192 sean o'hagan 193 j robbins 194 peter ivers (comp) 195 neon indian, not sure if single is part of larger proj? 196 triad god 197 yeule 198 roland tings 199 schoolboy q 200 ava luna EP 201 fried eggs 202 drugdealer 203 half japanese 204 todd anderson-kunert 205 emily reo 206 christelle bofale 207 brion starr 208 jan jelinek (reissue) 209 peaer 210 devin townsend 211 vik 212 young m.a 213 default genders 214 night lovell 215 rocketship 216 kim gordon 217 ellen arkbro 218 george clanton and nick hexum [single?] 219 the minus 5 220 penguin cage 221 felicia atkinson 222 take offense 223 moon duo 224 chemical brothers 225 nef the pharaoh 226 daniel norgren 227 unkle 228 pup (?) 229 baroness 230 velvet bethany 231 resavoir 232 gruff rhys 233 lana del ray 234 empath 235 burial and the bug, flame 2 236 russian baths 237 quelle chris 238 corpse flower 239 roy montgomery [reissue] 240 clinic 241 a.g. cook, [single] 242 why? 243 beck 244 francis lung 245 thom yorke 246 warmduscher 247 uv-tv 248 aa bondy 249 max richter, ad astra ost 250 younghusband 251 stereo total 252 julie's haircut 253 aa matheson 254 eartheater 255 kelly moran 256 mana (seven steps behind) 257 c.h.e.w. 258 sarah mary chadwick 259 midsommar ost 260 beabadoobee 261 life, a picture of good health 262 dumb, club nites 263 dame dolla 264 endless boogie 265 burna boy 266 lungbutter 267 wand 268 future punx 269 yves jarvis 270 kim petras [LP, halloween EP] 271 bts world 272 pikelet 273 panda bear, single 274 samiyam 275 red river dialect 276 ryan pollie 277 ryuichi sakamot (reissue) 278 jackie mendoza 279 dark blue 280 jay som 281 stephen mallinder 282 neutrals, kebab disco 283 foodman 284 capitol, dream noise 285 new pornographers 286 mark korven, the lighthouse ost 287 gauche 288 the japanese house 289 cave (re-issue) 290 ybn cordae 291 the vacant lots 292 arwen 293 rhucle 294 lil b, @ least 2 releases? 295 tea service 296 chai 297 black pumas 298 program, show me 299 marika hackman 300 sonny and the sunsets 301 lillie mae 302 mean jeans 303 the stroppies 304 poppies 305 twin shadow 306 vanishing twin *** 307 portrayal of guilt [EP + split single] 308 lucki [2 lps] 309 absolutely free 310 girl band 311 black midi 312 torche 313 perfume (best of) 314 white denim 315 clipping 316 the hu 317 big business 318 metro crowd 319 ex-vöid, 7" 320 broken social scene 321 lil pump 322 uranium club 323 doon kanda 324 hesitation wounds 325 sorry girls 326 bibio 327 red mass 328 the shins, single 329 lil keed 330 yeasayer 331 bts / blackpink KPOP 332 galen tipton, fake meat 333 the world, reddish 334 lanark artefax, ep 335 ladytron 336 g.s., schray 337 just mustard [single, more?] 338 mdou moctar 339 rangers, spirited discussion 340 tyson meade 341 dj nate 342 kelly lee owens 343 bambara 344 kilo kish 345 lusine 346 ralph heidel / homo ludens 347 psychic graveyard 348 homeshake 349 wives, so removed 350 proto idiot 351 let’s eat grandma, ost ep 352 foals 353 caroline shaw & attacca quartet 354 juan waters 355 mount eerie with julie doiron 356 mestozi 357 patio 358 oh baby, the art of sleeping alone 359 earth 360 haybaby 361 anna meredith 362 the caretaker (6) 363 rich brian 364 sunn o))), [two LPs] 365 alessandro cortini 366 ty segall 367 injury reserve 368 elucid 369 budos band 370 tim hecker 371 waqwaq kingdom 372 william doyle *** 373 innercity ensemble 374 filthy friends 375 prurient 376 shlohmo 377 bon iver 378 sean henry 379 yeesh 380 faye webster 381 megan thee stallion 382 squid, town centre 383 simulation (hausau mountain) 384 flying lotus 385 horse jumper of love 386 rap, export 387 lansky jones 388 the gonks 389 cate lebon 390 rome fortune 391 chain cult 392 empty set 393 big thief (2 lp's) 394 laura cannell [and polly wright album ?] or is there just a laura c album too ? }} 395 froth 396 thugwidow 397 organ tapes 398 the new pornographers 399 zonal 400 bbg baby joe 401 whitney 402 guards 403 anemone 404 sheer mag 405 nots 406 fujiya & miyag 407 kool aid, family portrait ep 408 frankie cosmos 409 kaputt 410 quelle chris 411 operators 412 marco benevento 413 elvis depressedly 414 school of language, 45 415 rob burger 416 pozi 417 redd kross 418 randy randall 419 yatta 420 hide, hell is here 421 bobby krlic, midsommar ost 422 planet england 423 kev brown 424 robedoor 425 tropical fuck storm 426 haram, 9/11 ep 427 candy, super-stare single 428 sly and the family drone 429 kevin morby 430 porches, rangerover [single] 431 odae 432 pottery 433 saint pepsi 434 slowthai 435 iggy pop 436 swans 437 iLOVEMAKONNEN 438 mukqs 439 feels 440 luke temple 441 oli xl 442 orphan swords 443 post pink 444 deli girls 445 nilüfer yanya 446 idk, is he real? 447 interpol 448 priests 449 galcher lustwerk 450 smokepurpp, various? 451 kindness 452 ex hex 453 sampa the great 454 methyl ethel 455 ellis, the fuzz ep 456 jeanines s/t 457 water from your eyes 458 twin peaks 459 sam cohen 460 fontaines dc 461 spiral stairs 462 the hecks 463 nicola ratti 464 four tet, various (inc. "wingdings" alter ego side proj) 465 holy ghost 466 half stack 467 cherubs 468 juana molina, forfun EP 469 jpegmafia 470 bedouine 471 fury 472 melvins/flipper 473 the curls 474 izambard 475 heart eyes 476 drinking boys and girls choir 477 big search 478 glenn branca 479 rose elinor dougall 480 bat for lashes 481 young knives, [single, more? 482 hot chip 483 alex lahey 484 hemlock ernst & kenny segal 485 dj seinfeld 486 joni void 487 rema rema 488 spencer tweedy 489 trash kit 490 dry cleaning [2 ep's] 491 mega bog *** 492 saudade 493 monster rally 494 wilco 495 chromatics, LP + EP 496 slayyyter 497 maral 498 blarf 499 pernice brothers 500 la neve 501 marie davidson 502 tredici bacci 503 deathprod 504 lowly 505 russian circles 506 angel witch 507 fires were shot 508 amy o 509 q da fool 510 clams casino 511 automelodi 512 paradox 513 dababy (2) 514 david kilgour 515 missy elliot 516 baby smoove 517 boris 518 thanks for coming 519 yves tumor [single w/] 520 ΜΜΜΔ 521 falcon/falkland 522 noel wells 523 ecstatic vision 524 amyl & the sniffers 525 barrie 526 bianca scout 527 katie dey 528 prince rama 529 control top 530 duster, comp + new LP 531 foxes in fiction 532 slowthai x denzel curry [single] 533 the murlocs 534 plaid 535 ela orleans 536 gobby 537 cfm 538 carla del forna 539 pale spring 540 pixx 541 širom 542 lightning bolt 543 cate lebon & deerhunter 544 channel tres 545 sigrid 546 help, s/t 547 shellac, live 548 crack cloud, pain olympics (ongoing) / s/t (2018) 549 notes underground 550 fat white family *** 551 gloop 552 equiknoxx 553 nakhane 554 czarface meets ghostface 555 the rubinoos 556 shannon lay 557 tim heidecker 558 droneflower 559 john vanderslice 560 your old droog 561 bats, alter nature 562 zvi 563 justus proffit 564 lower dens 565 anna of the north 566 yg 567 holly herndon 568 good fuck 569 clark, single 570 charli xcx 571 the nativist 572 low life 573 jonsi & alex somers 574 kazu 575 günter schickert 576 odonis odonis 577 kelsey lu (+ remix EP) 578 young thug 579 thaiboy digital 580 hatchie 581 hiro kone 582 cocorosie 583 sabiwa 584 oh sees 585 rex orange county 586 311 587 erland cooper 588 jtamul 589 the brilliant tabernacle 590 free love, extreme dance anthems 591 jeff lynne's elo 592 dutch courage 593 booji boys 594 giggs 595 ceschi 596 inter arma 597 psychic sounds ensemble 598 eli kezsler EP 599 thelma 600 haiku salut 601 julia jacklin 602 otoboke beaver 603 colin self 604 mark mulcahy 605 rosalia, single "a pale" more? 606 chris lott 607 royal trux 608 weyes blood 609 mikal cronin 610 hissing tiles 611 grace ives 612 vic bang 613 nick cave 614 sugar world [single] 615 herzog 616 offset 617 mike adams at his honest weight 618 real life buildings 619 aldous harding 620 pye corner audio 621 doja cat 622 bleached 623 book of shame 624 kate davis 625 i was a king 626 pendant, through a coil 627 joseph arthur 628 great grandpa, four of arrows 629 modern nature 630 stef chura 631 spaza, s/t great 632 the alchemist 633 pond 634 aiden baker, etc 635 kirin j. Callinan 636 possible humans 637 greys 638 kizuna ai 639 little simz 640 big bend 641 membranes, what nature gives… 642 young nudy 643 car seat headrest (live) 644 seahawks 645 dumbhop's party 646 julien chang 647 pacific yew 648 pharmakon 649 lomelda 650 versing 651 olden yolk 652 mekons 653 the dream syndicate 654 the gotobeds 655 amy klein 656 bABii 657 bill callahan 658 grlwood 659 van dale 660 ziúr 661 delicate steve 662 debby friday 663 dehd 664 south city hardware 665 kesha 666 (sandy) alex g 667 computer slime 668 fka twigs 669 rob halford, celestial 670 dean hurley 671 school of language 672 nicolas godin 673 blue hawaii 674 leggy 675 ceremony 676 his name is alive 677 third eye blind 678 sadgirl 679 ariana grande 680 skepta 681 dylan moon 682 jay mitta 683 the drums 684 kero kero bonito, ep 685 charly bliss 686 lee renaldo etc 687 rina mushonga 688 ulla straus 689 cherushii & maria minerva 690 slaughter beach, dog 691 maps 692 dj shadow 693 tool LOL 694 diiv 695 pixies 696 cuco 697 black peaches 698 subhumans 699 gurr 700 cashmere cat 701 brockhampton 702 fire-toolz 703 lambchop, LP + EP 704 messthetics 705 neuland 706 westkust 707 haelos 708 sturgill simpson 709 maria usbeck 710 king gizzard (2) 711 earthgang 712 paranoid london 713 fet.nat 714 bethlehem steel 715 neil young with crazy horse 716 tengger 717 guerilla toss 718 spelling 719 lizzo 720 wiki 721 dr00p, mkULTRAHD 722 ghost orchard 723 jane weaver 724 usa/mexico 725 carl stone 726 richard dawson *** 727 rafael toral 728 test dept 729 sacred paws 730 big krit 731 mallrat 732 jenn champion 733 moE/Mette Rasmussen, tolerancia picante 734 facs 735 yung lean, single (blue cup) and ep, more? 736 pissgrave 737 moodyman 738 sing sinck, sing 739 tyler the creator 740 sleater-kinney 741 dean blunt, zushi 742 cursive 743 barker, utlity 744 gemma 745 octavian 746 pronoun 747 girl ray 748 julia shapiro 749 nodding god 750 daniel saylor 751 jakob ogawa 752 richard youngs 753 diät 754 w00dy 755 omar souleyman 756 vōx EP 757 topdown dialectic 758 penelope islea 759 gbv 760 glass beach 761 james hoff, hobo ufo 762 euglossine 763 dream ritual 764 terry allen 765 office culture 766 ghostie, devour 767 beat detectives 768 red channel 769 octo octa 770 julien baker [toyko single] 771 shackleton as "tunes of negation" 772 sons of raphael 773 lena raine 774 fitted, first fits 775 velf 776 cvn 777 black country, new road, [2 singles only?] 778 chief keef 779 andrew bird, LP and EP 780 tamaryn 781 vagabon 782 zelooperz 783 brian jonestown massacre 784 angel dust 785 pere ubu 786 vatican shadow, church... 787 spencer radcliffe 788 mr muthafuckin exquire 789 earth to mickey 790 beak> 791 byron westbrook 792 major murphy 793 nicole yun 794 the divine comedy 795 sote, parallel persiao 796 the radio dept. 797 prince daddy & the hyena 798 mudhoney 799 truth club 800 shura 801 underworld, drift 802 lil texas 803 that dog 804 gary wilson / r. stevie moore 805 divino nino 806 spiral heads 807 claire cronin 808 devendra banhart 809 c.y.m. EP 810 dude york 811 sangri 812 vegyn [2 lp's?] 813 brooke candy 814 caroline polachek 815 hurt valley 816 O.L.I.V.I.A, modo avion 817 ziúr 818 pepper mill rondo, it's christmas time 819 ben vida 820 nick hexum/george clanton 821 meara o'reilly 822 tyler holmes, devil 823 blood incantation 824 guenter schlienz 825 gavilán rayna russom 826 loraine james *** 827 lithics, Wendy Kraemer EP 828 navel, ambient 2, in space 829 the proper ornaments 830 jon hopkins & kelly lee owens, single 831 julianna barwick 832 park hye-jin 833 bea1991 834 men i trust 835 erika de casier 836 ducks unlimited 837 lyzza 838 refused 839 jim o'rourke, to magnetize ... 840 analemma, 2 singles on a comp? 841 zack fox, "the bean kicked in" 842 real life rock n roll band 843 prefab sprout 844 daniel lopatin, uncut gems ost 845 kaytranada 846 the voidz, 2 song single + video? 847 grandaddy, single (add scissors icon) 848 dark thoughts, must be nice 849 loose nukes 850 sam mallet 851 very good, adulthood 852 henge, nothing head 853 kaleidobolt 854 nebula, holy shit 855 terminal cheesecake 856 uzeda 857 wet tuna 858 sean mccann 859 black dresses, love and... (2nd LP) 860 nefew 861 taylor swift ??? 862 lala lala, the lamb 863 jenny lewis 864 33EMYBW 865 blood orange, angel's pulse 866 caterina barbieri *** 867 yusu 868 white reaper 869 rozi plain 870 bamboo, daughters of the sky 871 seragina steer 872 clear channel, hot fruit 873 patience, dizzy spells 874 mope grooves, desire 875 current affairs, object & subject 875 comfort, not passing 876 bill orcutt 877 bonnie baxter 878 carl stone 879 thurston moore 880 alameda 5 881 john zorn 882 the membranes, what nature gives... 883 meemo comma 884 ana roxannne 885 whistling arrow, s/t 886 dis fantasy 887 giant swan, s/t 888 buck young, buck ii 889 abdu ali 890 ifriqiyya électrique 891 $hit and $hine, doing drugs, selling drugs 892 ghold 893 theon cross 894 yao bobby & simon grab 895 solange *sure whatever ok 896 the comet is coming 897 the utopia strong, s/t 898 karenn, grapefruit regret 899 brìghde chaimbeul 900 nav, bad habits 901 chance, big day 902 nostalgia critic's the wall 903 uboa, the origin of my depression 904 hobo johnson 905 ana frango elétrico 906 dorian electra

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Top 10 Mysterious Monsters Around The World

From the far off snowy mountains of Tibet to the grey and gloomy lochs of Scotland, many different cultures from around the world have reported seeing strange creatures that science just can’t explain. Although evidence is typically scarce and mostly based on hearsay, many hold on to the hope that some of the following mysterious creatures really do exist. 10. The Ropen Papua New Guinea, renowned for its unexplored forests and undiscovered species of both flora and fauna, is home to this mysterious monster. Stories arose from the Umboi Island of a featherless, giant flying creature with a long tail that ends in a flange and a diamond shaped head. Known to the locals as Indava, the Ropen is believed to be a nocturnal Pterosaur, very similar to a Pterodactyl, that glows against the night sky when it flies. The Ropen has become the flying hobby horse of creationists who seek to find living dinosaurs as proof that the earth is far younger than evolutionary scientists would have you believe. Five expeditions between 1994 and 2004 were conducted by said creationists, resulting in only three sightings – but even those were distant, brief views of what has been dubbed the “ropen light”. According to recent investigators over 90% of the sightings on Umboi Island are of this featureless, bright white light. Jonathan Whitcomb went on to write the book ‘Searching for Ropens’ which suggests that most sightings were of one giant creature which sleeps in the island interior during the day and at night it feeds by the reef. The locals interviewed reported that the bright glow of the Ropen lasts for anywhere up to five or six seconds. Even with all this knowledge, no real hard evidence has ever been found. The locals continue to tell stories of the glowing bird and maybe one day scientists will be seeing the same light. 9. The Bunyip

The Bunyip, or kianpraty, is a large mythical creature from Aboriginal mythology which is said to lurk in swamps, billabongs, creeks, riverbeds and waterholes. The word bunyip is usually translated by Aboriginal Australians today as “devil” or “evil spirit”. Aboriginal stories tell of a creature about 11 paces long and 4 paces in breadth. Most people who witness the monster claim to have been in such dread that they were unable to take note of its characteristics, but those that did told of a dog-like face, a crocodile like head, dark fur, a horse-like tail, flippers and walrus-like tusks or horns. Such a creature has never been recorded by European colonists but there has been multiple sightings of mysterious evidence to support such claims. The first sighting of such evidence was by Hamilton Hume and James Meehan in 1818 when they found some large bones of what looked like a hippopotamus or manatee at Lake Bathurst in New South Wales. After this, reports of more fossils came in of “some quadruped much larger than an ox or buffalo” and in 1847 a display at the Australian Museum, Sydney claimed to exhibit a Bunyip skull. Although no real sightings have been documented, the natives still tell stories of the beast screams which can be heard at night. 8. The Dover Demon

Seventeen year old William Bartlett claimed that while driving on April 21, 1977 he saw a large-eyed creature “with tendril-like fingers” and glowing eyes on top of a broken stone wall on Farm Street in Dover, Massachusetts. This was the start of the Dover Demon. Though it was only sighted by a few people in a short period of time, it is considered one of the most mysterious creatures of modern times. The second sighting came just 2 hours after the first when John Baxter swore that he saw the same creature while walking home from his girlfriend’s house. The 15-year-old boy saw it with its arms wrapped around the trunk of a tree, and his description of the thing matched Bartlett’s exactly. The final sighting was reported the next day by 15-year-old Abby Brabham who said it appeared briefly in the car’s headlights while she and her friend were driving. Again, the description was consistent with that of Bartlett. Each claimed they saw a four foot tall, hairless creature with rough-textured skin, long spindly peach-coloured limbs and large glowing orange eyes upon a large watermelon-shaped head which was nearly as big as its body. Though investigations into this unusual case turned up no hard evidence for the reality of the creature, there was also no evidence of a hoax nor a motive for perpetrating one. So was the Dover Demon just a story these kids made up, or is it still out there waiting for the right moment to strike? 7. Mongolian Death Worm

painting: Pieter Dirkx In August 2009, two New Zealanders carrying a video camera and a sack of explosives set off to a remote southern corner of Mongolia’s Gobi desert in search of a creature that few believe exist. The Mongolian Death Worm is known locally as the Allghoi Khorkhoi, or the “intestine worm,” because it is believed to resemble the internal tract of a cow. The Kiwi duo intend to lure the monster to the surface with tremors set off by detonating their explosives. Once emerged, they planned to capture it on film. Unfortunately the men came up empty handed like many expeditions before them. The worm is subject of a number of claims by Mongolian locals and according to legend it is described as bright red with a wide body that is 2 to 5 feet (0.6 to 1.5 m) long. It lurks beneath the sand of the desert, pouncing on unsuspecting victims with such abilities as spewing acid (which on contact will corrode anything it touches) and being able to kill at a distance with electric discharge. The Mongolians also believe that touching any part of the worm will cause instant death or tremendous pain. It has been told that the worm frequently preyed on camels and laid eggs in its intestines, eventually acquiring the trait of its red-like skin. They say that the worm lives underground, hibernating most of the year except for when it becomes active in June and July. It is reported that this animal is mostly seen on the surface when it rains and the ground is wet. All in all just another reason to stay out of the desert. 6. The Spring-Heeled Jack

During the 19th Century, inhabitants of London became victim to this curious beast. In October 1837 the first sighting of The Spring-Heeled Jack was reported, appearing out of the shadows of night and attacking his victims with dreadful scratches before bounding away with superhuman ability. The first sighting was reported by Mary Stevens when she was walking to work after visiting her parents. A strange figure leapt at her from a dark alley. After immobilising her with a tight grip of his arms, he began to kiss her face while ripping her clothes and touching her flesh with his claws which were, according to her deposition, “cold and clammy as those of a corpse”. In panic, the girl screamed, making the attacker quickly flee from the scene. The commotion brought several residents who immediately launched a search for the aggressor, who could not be found. Polly Adams, a pub worker, was another of three women accosted by Spring-Heeled Jack in September of that year. He allegedly tore her blouse off and scratched at her stomach with iron-like fingernails or claws. Several witnesses claimed to have seen Jack escape the scene of the crime by jumping over a 9 ft (2.7 m) high wall while babbling with a high-pitched, ringing laughter. Through numerous accounts they were able to get a description of the monster which included a man-like hideous face, sharp iron-like claws and glowing eyes all beneath a black cloak. Spring-Heeled Jack is one of the most baffling tales to come out of Victorian England. 5. Giant Anaconda https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fo0z3Dyd1J0 The vast, teeming Amazon rain forest can kill you in all sorts of ways, from encounters with ravenous piranhas to suspicious native tribes. But the most lethal terror reported to be lurking in these parts is the giant anaconda; a lightning-quick snake more than 30 ft. (9 m) long which is capable of capsizing and crushing wooden boats floating down the Amazon. Reports of giant anacondas date back as far as the European colonization of South America when sightings of snakes upwards of 50 metres (164 feet) began to circulate amongst colonists. The topic has been a subject of debate among cryptozoologists and zoologists ever since. Scientists believe that such a monstrous version of the anaconda, which in real life rarely grows beyond an already scary 17 ft. (about 5 m), no longer exists. In 2009, the discovery of Titanoboa fossils found in South America revealed that snakes in the past did in fact reach sizes of over 40ft. The Wildlife Conservation Society has, since the early 20th century, offered a large cash reward (currently $50,000) for live delivery of any snake of 9 metres (29.5 ft) or more in length, but the prize has never been claimed – despite numerous sightings of giant anacondas. Regular size snakes are enough to set anyone’s nerves on edge, but something this big is the stuff of nightmares. 4. The El Chupacabra

This impish monster – whose name means “goat sucker” in Spanish – allegedly looks like a giant rodent with palsy. A kind of half-reptile, half-kangaroo mutant. It first drew the world’s attention in 1995 when residents of the Puerto Rican town of Canovanas claimed that chupacabras were behind a spate of attacks that killed more than 150 of their livestock, each drained of its blood. Similar killings were report in Moca a few months later. Sightings have since been reported as far north as Maine and as far south as Chile. They have even been spotted outside the Americas in countries like Russia and The Philippines. The most common description of the chupacabra is that of a reptile-like creature said to have leathery or scaly greenish-grey skin and sharp spines or quills running down its back. It is said to be approximately 3 to 4 feet (1 to 1.2 m) high, and stands and hops in a fashion similar to that of a kangaroo. Some reports have even stated chupacabras were winged like gargoyles and blinked glowing-red eyes in the dark, heightening the sense of supernatural menace surrounding the creatures. 3. The Yeti

illustration: Philippe Semeria This beast is said to be found deep in the Himalayan regions of Nepal and Tibet. The Yeti, or Abominable Snowman, was first reported in 1832 by James Prinsep, one of colonial India’s most venerable scholars. He kept an account of his trip through Nepal where he reportedly saw a tall, hairy, bipedal creature that fled upon being detected. Since then many mountaineers, including Everest conquerors Sir Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay, reported footprints far larger than human feet dotting snowy trails. A 1954 expedition commissioned by the British Daily Mail retrieved dark brown hairs from a supposed yeti scalp kept in a secluded Buddhist monastery. It is believed that the Yeti was a part of the pre-Buddhist beliefs of several Himalayan people; the Lepcha people are said to have worshipped a “Glacier Being” as a God of the Hunt. A photographer and member of the Royal Geographical Society, N.A Tombazi wrote that he saw a creature at about 15,000 ft for about a minute, “Unquestionably, the figure in outline was exactly like a human being, walking upright and stopping occasionally to pull at some dwarf rhododendron bushes. It showed up dark against the snow, and as far as I could make out, wore no clothes.” Two hours later Tombazi and his companions descended and reported seeing the creature’s large footprints in the snow. One of the most renowned mysterious monsters, the yeti seems to be a docile creature with no reported attacks. One can only hope it stays this way. 2. Bigfoot

Bigfoot (also known as Sasquatch) is the name given to a cryptid ape or hominid-like creature that is said to inhabit forests in the Pacific Northwest region of North America. Indigenous folklore of the Pacific Northwest told of cannibalistic hairy men and giants who roamed the great forests and mountains of the region, abducting children in the dead of night and sabotaging the salmon-catching nets of local fishermen. In 1951, Eric Shipton photographed what he described as a Bigfoot’s footprint – named so because of its size (24 inches long and 8 inches wide). This generated considerable attention and led to the story of the creature entering popular consciousness. The craze went into overdrive in 1967 when two Californians screened a short documentary of footage that allegedly filmed the Yeti’s cousin and, in 2001, the first still picture was captured using an automatically triggered camera attached to a tree. Many tried to pass the images off as “a bear with a severe case of mange”. In 2008, two men claimed they had uncovered the body of a Sasquatch. Most of major US news networks sought images of the beast’s corpse – only to find that its head was hollow and its feet were made of rubber. Still, a cult following of researchers have dedicated their life to proving that this monster does exist. 1. The Loch Ness Monster Reports of a large, long-necked serpent loping around the waterways of the Scottish highlands date back as far as the 7th century, but modern interest in the monster was sparked by a sighting on 22 July 1933. George Spicer and his wife claimed to have saw “a most extraordinary form of animal” cross the road in front of their car. They described the creature as having a large body about 1.2 metres high and 7.6 metres long. It also had a long narrow neck slightly thicker than an elephant’s trunk and as long as the 3-4 m width of the road. It lurched across the road towards the loch, leaving only a trail of broken undergrowth in its wake. In August 1933, a motorcyclist named Arthur Grant claimed to have nearly hit the creature on the north-eastern shore. Grant claimed that he saw a small head attached to a long neck and that the creature saw him and crossed the road back into the loch. He dismounted and followed it but only saw ripples. Sightings of the monster increased following the building of a road along the loch in early 1933, bringing both workmen and tourists to the formerly isolated area. In the past century, dozens of scientists have conducted sonar scans and plunged inside submersibles into the lake’s depths, sometimes picking up tantalizing, albeit inconclusive, readings of some mysterious, unusually sized object. However, a 2003 study commissioned by the BBC employed satellite tracking and took sonar readings from around 600 different locations in the lake and yielded nothing. Despite all this, the legend of ‘Nessie’ lives on.

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Pretty Polly

“They say that there’s monsters in all of us, but some are easier tells than others. Some, you just look at them, and you see all this wrongness sleeping behind their eyes. It was like that with William, and it didn’t matter how nice he kept his suit, or how sophisticated he spoke. I remember looking at him from across the orchard, and thinking how wrong he felt. Then he helped me gather the rest of the apples from the ground, walked me home, making polite conversation all the way, and it was very easy to forget that he wasn’t just another upscale Asheville boy with a rich daddy and a convertible.

My mamma knew he wasn’t right either. She got real flustered when he came in at the door, holding my arm against his chest like it belonged to him. She thanked him kindly and sent him right home, didn’t even invite him in or nothing. I walked him to the yard, and when he said goodbye, he looked straight at me with those haint blue eyes, and smiled, slow as a serpent creeping on grass.

I was unsettled alright, but there was a swarm of butterflies in my throat, and I couldn’t stop thinking of the way he said my name.

“Polly,” he’d said. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever saw.”

I’d never had a boy call me pretty before, with that slow drawl and that wicked smile.

I knew he was wrong, right from the start, but I think it just made me want him more.

I was born on the first of May, when the blue flax and daisies were just blooming in the garden. It was a grey morning, the Appalachian mountains the color of smoke, and the birds silent as death.

“A bad omen,” my grandma said. “There’s no child born on a morning such as this that lives to her twenty first birthday.”

My grandma was superstitious as anything. Always wearing her coat inside out when she went mushroom hunting, leaving cream at the windowsill, refusing to darn socks on a full moon.

“Your grandma will believe there’s bad luck abound no matter the day. Rain or shine, she’s well convinced that the devil is looking at her crosswise.”

My mamma always said this with some combination of irritation and affection. My grandma made just about everyone feel that way. Still, despite my bad luck and my colic, grandma loved me to the moon. She kissed me ten times a day, made me chamomile tea when I was sick in bed with fever, and fed me with so many folktales that I thought Old Sally really was hungry for my soul and that the Wild Hounds would get me if I stayed out after dark.

“You keep telling her all those tales she’ll grow up crazy as you,” my mamma told her.

My grandma got this look in her eye. That look that no one, not even my mamma, could say no to. “Maybe,” she said. “Or maybe she’ll grow up with enough sense to know evil when it comes for her.”

Of all the tales my grandma told me, there’s this one that I always remember. She only told it to me once. It goes like this; There’s this girl that gets curst by a bad fairy, and she’s to prick her finger on a spindle and fall down dead on her twenty first birthday. Of course there’s a good fairy that counteracts the curse, saying she’ll only fall to sleep, and that a prince might wake her with a kiss.

A familiar tale, or was, until my grandma told it. She always turned stories on their side a little, like a dog that needs scratching. Usually I liked the knots she tied in the telling, but sometimes, I didn’t like them one bit.

Because in her version, sleeping beauty never woke up. “

#Pretty Polly #writblr #dark fantasy #southern gothic #southern ghost stories #paranormal #horror #gothic #fairytale #folklore #I wrote a new story for my first patron and I love it #short stories

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Gig List 2019

05.01. Girls in Synthesis/ Italia 90/ Heirloom/ Guru, Brighton (Green Door Store) 08.01. Lice/ Squid/ Haze/ 404, London (Old Blue Last) 09.01. Witch Fever/ Something Leather/ Scout Leader, London (Shacklewell Arms) 12.01. Savage Gary/ Great Dad/ Tina/ The Glugg, London (Bunker Club) 14.01. Burning House, London (Sebright Arms) 16.01. Uncle Tesco, London (Shacklewell Arms) 16.01. CC Honeymoon/ Not Quite So, London (The Waiting Room) 17.01. Unmoor Kiva, London (Shacklewell Arms) 18.01. Goat Girl/ POSA/ Wooze, London (Windmill Brixton) 23.01. Saint Agnes/ Black Doldrums/ Para Alta, London (The Monarch) 24.01. Guru/ Career, London (Blondies) 25.01. bdrmm/ Citrus, London (The Finsbury Pub) 26.01. Pill/ N0V3L/ Warm Drag, London (Shacklewell Arms) 26.01. USA Nails, London (Paper Dress Vintage) 28.01. Heavy Lungs/ Vulgarians, London (Sebright Arms) 29.01. Dream Wife/ Millie Turner, London (Shacklewell Arms) 30.01. FIDLAR, London (House of Vans) 31.01. Dilly Dally/ Hotel Lux, Brighton (Hope & Ruin) 01.02. The Vouchers/ Rattletooth/ The Brouhaha, London (Beckenham Arts Lab) 02.02. The Murder Capital/ Talk Show/ USA Nails, London (Shacklewell Arms) 04.02. Mirna Ray, London (Shacklewell Arms) 04.02. JOHN, London (Studio 9294) 05.02. Slift/ Meat Candy, London (Old Blue Last) 06.02. Shopping, London (Studio 9294) 06.02. Ditz, London (The Lexington) 07.02. Goat Girl, London (Studio 9294) 07.02. Public Practice/ Egyptian Blue, London (Shacklewell Arms) 08.02. Cherry Glazerr, London (DM Boot Room) 11.02. Buzzard Buzzard Buzzard/ Bo Gritz/ Working Men’s Club/ Famous, London (MOTH Club) 13.02. N0V3L/ Drahla, London (The Betsey Trotwood) 14.02. Surfbort/ The Cosmics, London (MOTH Club) 15.02. Buzzard Buzzard Buzzard/ GURU/ Captain Süün, London (Old Blue Last) 16.02. Sit Down/ The Dustbins/ Slags/ Le Junk, London (Engine Rooms) 18.02. Haze/ Desire/ Heavy Heart/ Honey Lung, London (Shacklewell Arms) 19.02. Rain Byrns/ OHMME, London (Shacklewell Arms) 21.02. Strange Bones/ Rascalton, London (The Lexington) 22.02. Sit Down/ Pussyliquor/ Petty Phase/ Crack Foxes, London (Windmill Brixton) 23.02. Saint Agnes/ Snapped Ankles/ Josefin Öhrn & the Liberation/ Goat Girl/ Flamingods, Portslade (Hansen Hall) 01.03. Talk Show/ Blanc, London (Bermondsey Social Club) 14.03. Mystic Rain Frogs, London (Unicorn Camden) 14.03. Lice/ Phobophobes, London (Sebright Arms) 15.03. CC Honeymoon/ Pristine Babe, London (Shacklewell Arms) 22.03. Crows, London (Hawley Arms) 22.03. Crows, London (Old Blue Last) 24.03. Damo Suzuki, London (Windmill Brixton) 02.04. Drenge/ Valeras, London (Electric Brixton) 03.04. Terravi/ Slipping, London (The Waiting Room) 04.04. Idles/ Crows, London (Electric Ballrom) 05.04. Junodef/ Cosmic Strip, London (Old Blue Last) 05.04. The Murder Capital/ Sleep Eaters, London (Windmill Brixton) 07.04. Dream Nails/ Sit Down/ Arxx, London (The Lexington) 09.04. Sleep Eaters/ Xaviers, London (Old Blue Last) 11.04. The Van T’s, London (The Monarch) 12.04. LibraLibra/ Short People/ Placid, Brighton (Brighton Electric) 13.04. Vinyl Staircase, London (Lion Coffee & Records) 13.04. Girls in Synthesis/ Human Pet, London (Waiting Room) 16.04. Hooverii/ Sleep Eaters, London (Shacklewell Arms) 18.04. Heavy Lungs/ Black Midi/ King Nun, London (PRS Office) 19.04. Cannibal Animal, London (Blondies) 20.04. Queen Zee/ Sit Down/ Matilda Eyre, London (Genesis Cinema) 20.04. YOWL, London (Shacklewell Arms) 23.04. Calva Louise/ Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes, London (Sebtight Arms) 24.04. Saint Agnes, London (Nambucca) 25.04. The Coathangers/ Ditz/ Heirloom, London (Studio 9294) 27.04. A Place To Bury Strangers/ Thee MVPs, London (Test Pressing Festival) 27.04. Mur-Man/ Bokito, London (Shacklewell Arms) 28.04. Cryptic Street, London (Hope & Anchor) 02.05. Saint Agnes/ Noise Noir, London (Blondies) 04.05. Crows/ Treeboy & Arc/ Ditz, Brighton (Prince Albert) 05.05. Warmduscher/ Nuha Ruby Ra, London (Windmill brixton) 06.05. Tom McGuire and the Brassholes, London (Shacklewell Arms) 07.05. N0V3L/ Deliluh, London (Windmill Brixton) 08.05. Deliluh/ Lewsberg, London (Shacklewell Arms) 09.05. Crack Cloud/ Rubber Jaw/ Egyptian Blue/ LA Peach/ Saint Agnes/ Surfbort/ Brutus/ Pottery/ The Murder Capital/ YAK/ itoldyouiwouldeatyou/ Cable Ties , Brighton (The Great Escape) 10.05. Just Mustard/ Pottery/ Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs/ The Wants/ Working Men’s Club/ Placid/ Murmur, Brighton (The Great Escape) 11.05. Better Oblivion Community Center/ Christian Lee Hutson, London (Shepherds Bush Empire) 15.05. Raketkanon, Brighton (Prince Albert) 20.05. Zig Zags, London (Shacklewell Arms) 23.05. CLT DRP, London (The Islington) 24.05. Cable Ties/ Amyl and the Sniffers/ Nuha Ruby Ra/ Hot Teeth, London (Warehouse Show) 25.05. Scalping, London (Sebright Arms) 26.05. Drahla, London (Sebright Arms) 27.05. Warm Drag/ PVA/ The Claque, London (Shacklewell Arms) 28.05. Crying High/ Vanity Fairy, London (The Victoria) 29.05. JOHN/ Girls in Synthesis, London (The Lexington) 30.05. Japanese Television/ Terravi, London (Shacklewell Arms) 31.05. Idles/ Crows/ Heavy Lungs/ Talk Show/ Squid/ Architects/ Alice Glass/ Lady Bird, London (Victoria Park) 03.06. False Advertising, London (Old Blue Last) 05.06. Hot Snakes/ Mobina Galore, Bremen (Lila Eule) 06.06. Treeboy & Arc/ Terravi, London (The Waiting Room) 10.06. Bikini Kill/ Big Joanie, London (Brixton Academy) 11.06. Wallace Vanborn, London (Black Heart) 12.06. Miss June/ Haze, London (Windmill Brixton) 14.06. Slap Rash, London (The Rocksteady) 14.06. CLT DRP/ Cryptic Street/ Lemondaze, London (Finsbury Pub) 17.06. The She’s/ Two Tribes, London (Old Blue Last) 18.06. Fleetwood Mac/ The Pretenders, London (Wembley Stadium) 21.06. Skinny Milk/ On Video/ Bull/ Human Pet, London (Old Blue Last) 22.06. Marbled Eye/ USA Nails/ Negative Space, London (Shacklewell Arms) 24.06. Feels, London (Shacklewell Arms) 25.06. Drool/ Grimm Twins, London (Notting Hill Arts Club) 26.06. Plague Vendor/ Starcrawler, London (The Dome) 29.06. YOWL/ Leeches, London (The Engine Rooms) 03.07. Kynch, London (Sebright Arms) 04.07. Treeboy & Arc/ Curfew/ Happy Couple, London (Shacklewell Arms) 06.07. Gazelle Twin, London (Southbank Centre) 06.07. Witch Fever/ Lyoness, London (Old Blue Last) 08.06. Steal Shit Do Drugs, London (Shacklewell Arms) 09.06. Show Me The Body/ Cassels/ Powerplant, London (Warehouse Show) 11.07. Earth Tongue/ Japanese Television, London (Shacklewell Arms) 12.07. Bob Dylan, London (Hyde Park) 13.07. Florence and the Machine/ The National/ Lykke Li/ Blood Orange/ Nadine Shah/ Goat Girl/ Cherry Glazerr, London (Hyde Park) 15.07. Cherry Glazerr/ Talk Show, London (Old Blue Last) 17.07. Amanda Palmer/ Alice Fraser, London (Golden Lion) 19.07. Lumer/ Table Scraps/ Human Pet/ Nuha Ruby Ra, London (Shacklewell Arms) 20.07. Guru, London (Shacklewell Arms) 20.07. Sunflower Bean/ Wooze, London (Borderline) 24.07. Curfew, London (Sebright Arms) 25.07. LibraLibra/ Snapped Ankles, London (PRS Office Kings Cross) 25.07. Bad Breeding/ Uniform, London (Electrowerkz) 29.07. Body/Head/ Wild Rani/ Bohman Brothers, London (Cafe OTO) 31.07. Queen Zee/Guru/ The Novus, London (Old Blue Last) 01.08. Girls in Synthesis, London (Blondies) 02.08. Zamilska/ Nape, London (Shacklewell Arms) 07.08. Bg Sea Creature, London ( The Waiting Room) 07.08. Italia 90/ Al Moses, London (The Victoria) 09.08. Bodega, London (MOTH Club) 10.08. Rosie Alena/ Hussy/ Malady, London (Shacklewell Arms) 10.08. Thee MVPs/ Cosmic Strip, London (The Victoria) 11.08. Heirloom/ Witch Fever/ Murmur/ Guru, London (The Victoria) 13.08. N0V3L/ Pet Shimmers, London (Old BLue Last) 15.08. Memory of Elephants/ Coheed & Cambria/ Daughters/ Pijn/ Raketkanon/ Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs/ Bossk/ Cocaine Piss/ Mammoth Weed Lizard Bastard/ The Beft/ Cultdreams/ Big Lad, ArcTanGent Festival 16.08. Brutus/ TTNG/ Russian Circles/ VLMV/ Slow Crush/ Cattle/ CLT DRP/ A.A. Williams, ArcTanGent Festival 17.08. Tess Parks/ She Makes War/ Junodef/ Gaygirl/ Calva Louise/ Valeras/ The Cosmics/ Something Leather/ Hero Fisher/ Petsematary/ Polly Money, London (Studio 9294) 21.08. Pottery/ Guru, Brighton (Prince Albert) 23.08. Wych Elm, London (The Social) 24.08. Bo Ningen/ ESYA, London (Shacklewell Arms) 27.08. Plague Vendor/ The Dunts, London (The Black Heart) 31.08. Hideous Sun Demon/ Cannibal Animal/ Haxon/ Dense/ Hanya, London (The Victoria) 04.09. Frankie and the Witch Fingers, London (MOTH Club) 05.09. Working Men’s Club, London (The Lexington) 10.09. Qlowski/ Scrounge/ Lemondaze/ F4cade, London (Shacklewell Arms) 13.09. Jeffrey Lewis, Bremen (Schule 21) 14.09. Degenerate Idol, Bremen (Street fest) 16.09. The Wants/ PVA, London (The Waiting Room) 18.09. Nova Twins/ Kid Kapichi, London (Sebright Arms) 19.09. Football FC/ Art Trip And The Static Sound, London (Shacklewell Arms) 20.09. Lumer/ Cruelty/ Folly Group, London (Old Blue Last) 22.09. Ellie Bleach, London (Shacklewell Arms) 23.09. Spit/ Scary Lemons, London (The Monarch) 24.09. Sasami, London (MOTH Club) 25.09. Pulled Apart by Horses/ Baba Naga/ Placid, Tunbridge Wells (Forum) 26.09. Faux Ferocious/ Yin Yin, London (Shacklewell Arms) 27.09. Scottibrains/ Sophie Hunger, London (Windmill Brixton) 28.09. Calva Louise/ Pet Crow/ Noise Noir/ Dirty/ CLT DRP, London (Engine Rooms) 29.09. Emma Ruth Rundle/ Jo Quail, London (The Dome) 30.09. Lingua Ignota/ Bruxa Maria/ Grave Lines, London (Olso) 03.10. Hide/ Kontravoid, London (Shacklewell Arms) 04.10. Talk Show/ PVA, London (The Lexington) 05.10. King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard/ ORB/ Stonefield, London (Alexandra Palace) 06.10. Acid Tongue/ Winter Gardens, London (Sebright Arms) 07.10. Femur, London (The Waiting Room) 10.10. Miss June/ Pretty Sick, London (The Lexington) 11.10. Heirloom, London (The Social) 12.10. Dumb/ Yammerer/ Fat Earthers, London (Shacklewell Arms) 14.10. Jealous, London (Old Blue Last) 15.10. Just Mustard/ PVA, London (Sebright Arms) 16.10. JOHN, London (Shacklewell Arms) 17.10. Scalping/ The Claque, London (Electrowerkz) 18.10. Skating Polly/ She Makes War, London (The Lexington) 22.10. Psychedelic Porn Crumpets/ Crows/ Bitch Diesel, London (Electric Ballroom) 23.10. Working Men’s Club, Southampton (Heartbreakers) 24.10. Saint Agnes/ Souer, London (Dingwalls) 25.10. Black Midi/ 404/ Woom, London (Shacklewell Arms) 26.10. Lumer/ Peeping Drexels/ Lynks Afrikka, London (Windmill Brixton) 28.10. Mush, London (Shacklewell Arms) 29.10. Black Midi, London (Boiler Room) 29.10. Bambara, London (Sebright Arms) 30.10. Working Men’s Club/ Brian/ PVA, London (MOTH Club) 31.10. Madonnatron/ Sleep Eaters/ Leggs, London (Sebright Arms) 02.11. Psychedelic Porn Crumpets/ Calva Louise, Bremen (Tower) 05.11. B Boys/ Clockwork, London (The Victoria) 06.11. Heavy Lungs/ Guru, London (Camden Assembly) 10.11. Gnod/ Part Chimp, London (Dingwalls) 12.11. Boy Harsher, London (Scala) 13.11. Lightning Bolt, London (The Underworld) 14.11. Do Nothing/ Girls in Synthesis, London (Old Blue Last) 15.11. Dashboard Confessional, London (Kobalt Office) 15.11. ILL/ LibraLibra, London (The Victoria) 17.11. Long Teeth, London (Shacklewell Arms) 19.11. Boundaries/ Human Pet, London (Old Blue Last) 20.11. Avalanche Party/ Mice Ön Mars, London (The Shacklewell Arms) 22.11. Skinny Living, London (Kobalt Office) 22.11. Noise Noir, London (The Social) 23.11. Treeboy & Arc/ Happyness/ Lazarus Kane/ Sinead O’Brien, London (The Dome) 27.11. Deliluh, London (Peckham Audio) 29.11. Cruelty/ Haxon, London (The Monarch) 30.11. Ex:Re, London (Kings Place) 03.12. Julia Bardo/ Powerplant, London (The Social) 04.12. Calva Louise, London (Shacklewell Arms) 06.12. Strange Bones, London (Werkhaus) 07.12. Idles/ Metz, London (Ally Pally) 08.12. Metz/ Bad Breeding/ John, London (MOTH Club) 12.12. Sit Down/ Noise Noir/ Floral Schoppe, London (The Victoria) 13.12. YOWL/ Ugly, London (Peckham Audio) 13.12. Goat Girl/ Porridge Radio/ Powerplant, London (Venue MOT)

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