#Savage Pageant
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INSIDE A BARN last month, a couple of hours after the rehearsal for the “Heart of the Matter” pageant, several dozen performers from around the world — paid puppeteers, interns, community volunteers — presented their proposed circus acts. Schumann typically reviews and critiques the sketches.
Most of the acts had a whimsical tone. A man imitating a bee (collapsing bee colonies the inspiration) did a frenetic waggle around a cardboard city that transformed itself into a tangle of dancing urbanites. An orca ambushed yachting billionaire puppets. When somber-looking tree figures appeared with a narrator reading facts about boreal forests versus the more flammable monoculture ones burning in nearby Canada, Schumann became agitated.
“It’s too cliché, something everyone already knows,” he shouted. “You have to stop using so many words and solve things puppetry-wise.” Then he jumped to his feet and started moving people and puppets around. He had puppeteers throw the trees and then dance with them, causing some confusion.
“It’s what you do, not what you say,” he said. “It’s puppetry, not preaching.”
He told them he would return in a half-hour to see a revision. Then, as dinnertime approached, he excused himself to help the kitchen staff make potato pancakes — a recipe from his war-torn childhood.
With admirable control, the puppeteers discussed how to rework their savaged piece, each giving the others time to suggest solutions. It was a utopian vision of collaboration, agile and practical — and typical of how the company functions.
“Peter has a strong directional voice,” said Ziggy Bird, 26, a company member who took notice of Schumann’s work in a theater history class at Temple University. “It’s never personal and some of the most beautiful moments come from frustration, which can be a kick in the pants.”
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In 1970, Father Daniel Berrigan was on the FBI's 10 most wanted list for his anti-war activities which led to a conviction and then his failure to show up for prison. A major event supporting Berrigan, after he became a refugee, was held in Ithaca.
The FBI was there waiting. The question was whether Berrigan would appear and speak to the thousands in the audience.
I was a stage hand and watched Berrigan enter the stage, unrecognized as he wore a motorcycle helmet. He removed the helmet to cheers and gave a speech. The FBI probably figured that they would avoid a riot and grab him as he left the building.
But then, from the back of the huge arena (Barton Hall), came chanting, weird music and lights. It was The Bread and Puppet Theater to the rescue. The ten foot puppets moved about as weirdness took over. Berrigan was alone on the stage, when the giant puppets came on stage and swirled around him in a spiral. I think I was the only one who noticed, from my stage hand perspective, as Berrigan slipped inside one of the puppets as the swirl unwound itself and kept chanting as they left the arena.
It took the FBI another seven months to catch up to Father Berrigan and send him to prison. I believe that this was one of the greatest puppet shows in history.
Yet, this is a story that few know about. Berrigan really was on the FBI's 10 Most Wanted list. and The Bread and Puppet Theater squirrelled him away to safety.
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modern-ish glam metal/hard rock bands
crash midnight
loud n nasty
crystal pistol
bulletrain
dirty penny
midnite city
the cruel intentions
stolen prayer
classless act
notörious
pretty wild
niterain
bloody heels
king zebra
confess
tales from the porn
loaded dice
löve razër
crazy lixx
ana moll
hardcore superstar
laci violett
sunset street
the l.a. maybe
black star sinners
pageant
the royal beggars
midnight sun
kissin’ dynamite
jet jaguar
leaded fuel
babylon bombs
shakedown suzie
lipstixx n bulletz
backyard babies
peepshow
black aces
nightbreak
strike twice
hell in the club
rattleshake
the tip
fighter v
sister sin
june 66
dr. boogie
lost hearts
lily prex
killer hearts
foxy venus
cinema stereo
royal sugar
revolver eleven
raider
tempt
nasty dollz
the midnight devils
eyebolt
animal band
stølen
s.p.i.t.
wildstreet
roxxi red
black heart saints
untamed
andy alexander
sleazy sweet
wicked love
skyway 61
midnight vice
wanted
fraxure
electric python
naked gypsy queens
madam riot
leather duchess
savaged
rïot eye
phoenix rising
stone nobles
jet black romance
bombshell boys
broken cig
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Nye review — Michael Sheen burns with passion in NHS origin story
He carries the play in the end. Three years ago, when the Olivier was in socially distanced mode, Michael Sheen delivered an unforgettably intense performance in a version of Under Milk Wood that cut a bold new path through Dylan Thomas’s verse.
His portrayal of another visionary Welshman, Aneurin Bevan, doesn’t quite reach the same heights, but it’s still more than enough to draw us into a docu-drama by Tim Price that has a habit of skating over historical detail.
More than 60 years have passed since Bevan died from cancer, so it’s possible that younger members of the audience may know next to nothing about the honourable member for Ebbw Vale, the left-wing orator who oversaw the creation of the National Health Service.
This co-production with the Wales Millennium Centre has some of the primary-colour paciness of Dear England, that hit show about football manager Gareth Southgate. Sometimes it’s less a play and more a pageant, albeit one that’s vividly directed by the National’s outgoing boss, Rufus Norris. But where we might be content not to learn much about Southgate’s inner life, Price’s script rattles through so many episodes that, after the end of more than two and a half hours, you are left wondering how much you really learn about Bevan’s personality and beliefs.
It’s startling, too, to see his soulmate and fellow MP, Jennie Lee, given so little attention. Sharon Small is terrific in the role; it’s a shame we don’t see more of her.
Price, author of Protest Song and The Radicalisation of Bradley Manning, presents us with Bevan at the end of his life, dressed in pyjamas as he lies in a hospital bed. A series of hallucinatory flashbacks revisits his childhood struggle with a stammer as well as the premature death of his coalminer father.
There’s even a Singing Detective-style musical sequence where, still in his pyjamas, Sheen leads the cast through the swing-era standard Get Happy. (The composer Will Stuart’s score strikes a cheesy, multiplex note elsewhere.) The green curtains of Vicki Mortimer’s hospital ward set cleverly evoke the green benches of the Commons, as Bevan savages Tory politicians who are so villainous they probably lunch on babies.
Tony Jayawardena gives us a memorably silky Churchill (“You are a petulant child,” he observes as Bevan launches another attack on his wartime leadership) while Stephanie Jacob has fun portraying an owlish Clement Attlee whose desk motors around the stage like Dr Strangelove’s wheelchair.
The masked faces of physicians, who try to block the creation of the NHS, loom overhead on Jon Driscoll’s projections. Throughout it all, Sheen burns with genuine passion. His charisma fills the gaps in the script.
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Mammon craves physical intimacy conspiracy anon again, again, again.
Shippers are always weird. I’ll be blocking those types since to me it’s a toxic parent-child relationship.
If it makes you feel better, Vivze’s likes include blatantly non-canon content. I kind of view it as her being excited people are making things about the thing she made. I’m not sure if you make art. It’s an incredible feeling when someone makes things inspired by you.
Another thing from Umineko that shapes how I navigate the world is this theory of truth. Where if you love someone you’ll interpret their actions favorably no matter what. And if you hate someone you interpret their actions as malicious no matter what. It’s kind of hard to sus out intent without directly asking them or having more context.
That kind of thinking helps me deal with weird drama online and offline. I used it with interpreting Mammon’s actions since I have so much bias I project onto him. He’s my favorite character for it.
I predict his explanation to be greed. Wanting it all to fill an endless void in the way Elon Musk or Notch ex-Minecraft uses it as a substitute for interpersonal relationships they clearly lack. Pathetic and alone. So far removed emotionally from others due to wealth despairity that all relationships are transactional and unfulfilling. Since Mammon has no ideas of his own so all he can do is mimic those who have the love he’s estranged from. The only way to undo this torment would require him relinquish his wealth, which he won’t because he’s Greed. A hell of his own making his very nature traps him in. (Umineko coloring my judgement of course.)
Not sure how this will play out with him. But I would like to draw your attention to this official shirt (https://sharkrobot(.)com/products/mammons-clown-pageant-green?_pos=9&_sid=776889ab9&_ss=r). Mammon does shows in every ring except Gluttony. And as we know Bee is very sensitive to people’s emotional states. I think that’s worth considering when it comes to what is wrong with this spider tick centipede bastard. Luna wasn’t enough to make Bee feel off but Blitzø was. Mammon’s emotional state must be pretty off (on or above Blitzø’s level) if he’s seemingly banned from Gluttony.
I adore you Mammon-craves-hugs-anon. That Musk roasting was savage and Stellar.
Truly a clown in a hell of his own making. I prophecise (very Octavia of me) that he will have some kind of grinch moment when he’s near the end of his arc and it will be very hilarious and low-key cute. But Fizz is cute enough to make anyone’s heart grow three times bigger.
Mammon: “GLITZ! GLAM! HELP ME!IM….FEELINGGG AAAAA”
The girls: Ew…gross
I definitely understand that part…but…she blatantly confirms or denies events and when she states her biases to everyone, it makes the story predictable. I don’t buy that for this, because the Stolitzer pressure is on and since the panel it’s been spoiled that nothing this owl did will be vilified without a close up of his mascara or blaming Blitz instead, and somehow it’ll be twisted that Blitz doesn’t hate him even though he rightfully should. More character breaking moments like “he can get hurt 🥺?” On the way. Or maybe another person will slap the bird to make us think he’s not a r@pist. Idk.
Now that is some fascinating character work, at this point I don’t care about many characters but the sins cause they’re just fascinating. I just want Bee back because she’s the first female character for me other than verosika and Millie’s mom, who feels like a person. God this show is so sexist.
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book recs pls? U have amazing taste
im gonna assume this is half in reference to the lilith vincent book i mentioned earlier so i'll give you some of my favorite romances 💞 i tried not to rec a book i've already suggested here before, so some of my very favorites ever are left out!
the authors I'll read like literally anything by are Tessa Bailey, Lily Gold, Ana Huang, J.T. Geissinger, Elsie Silver, Harley Laroux, Rina Kent... and probably someone I'm forgetting tbh but those are some of my favs
also i got a little out of hand and these are kinda all over the place lmao, but here we go! my standards for romance are very low btw so don't judge my taste
Darker romances:
Sticking with Lilith Vincent - I love her books Brutal Intentions and (to a lesser extent) Pageant. Brutal Intentions is a step-dad romance, Pageant (the first of two books, I think the second is wayyy better) is like... dark, mafia, reverse harem, kidnapping, a whole lot tbh. Look up trigger warnings!!! I think she lists them at the start of the book
I don't particularly like H.D. Carlton (I very much so disliked Haunting/Hunting Adeline) but I fucking LOVED her book Does It Hurt? If you want fucked up characters, toxic relationships, noncon, and a pretty well-written subplot for a self-published romance I would recommend this one! (tbh I'm half convinced it's ghostwritten, I cant fathom Haunting Adeline and Does It Hurt? being written by the same person)
Sinners Anonymous & it's sequels by Somme Sketcher. Mafia romance. Age-gap. Kinda trashy but very fun imo. Also read Danielle Lori's Made series if that sounds neat to you!
M.L. Marian's Claimed & Tamed series. Each book follows a different man in the same family where the tradition is that men kidnap their wives. My favorite is Caught <3
Romcoms/Lighter stuff:
I like most Mariana Zapata books, but my favorite is either Under Locke or Luna and the Lie. I've read 7 of her books and they're all basically the same structure with the same characters, so if you read one and like the dynamics you'll probably like her others
One Percent of You by Michelle Gross is my favorite single mom romance of all time. Tattoo artist who hates kids falls in love with his over-worked neighbor who's a single mother of two. SO cute and soft
Bittersweet by Morgan Elizabeth. tattoo artist x baker, this is one of my favorite romcoms ever.
Sunny Disposition by Deanna Gray. Amnesia, college, hockey, roommates to lovers, this is a very soft and fun read that I enjoyed as a bit of a palette cleanser. Iirc it was a little long, but a good time
Other??:
When a Scot Ties the Knot by Tessa Dare. I don't like historical romance much, but this doesn't really feel like one to me! A woman makes up a soldier to write letters to so she can avoid getting married, and years later he shows up on her doorstep ready for their wedding. This is so much fun
Transcendence by Shay Savage - two words for you: Caveman Romance. This is told entirely from the caveman's perspective and tells the story of him meeting a woman who's very odd (because she's from the future) and their life together. It drags a little bit at times, but I think it's so so fun and the end had me crying
King by TM Frazier goes a little off the rails, but I had fun with it. The main character is called 'Pup' for like 90% of the book and that was enough for me. Our FMC has amnesia and is taken in by a local gang leader and the plot goes from there
Under His Heel by Adara Wolf - ok before I say what this is about, I cannot overstate how dark and fucked up this book series is. They're disturbing. I loved them, I've read them all at least twice, but they are deeply upsetting. It takes place in space in the far distant future and follows our main character Alex as he becomes an indentured servant for a sociopath named Captain Tracht. These books are a weird mix of porn and plot, but if you want fucked up smut and fucked up relationship dynamics, this is the holy grail
#asks and answers#recs#btw rina kent's books ARE NOT GOOD but i've read like 20 of them#just because i've read them doesn't mean some of them aren't terrible lmfao#stokeholdsblog
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Thomas Cole
The Course of Empire: Desolation (1836)
Oil on canvas, 100.3 x 161.2 cm
New-York Historical Society, New York City
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✨Thomas Cole was an English-American painter known for his landscape and history paintings. He is regarded as the founder of the Hudson River School, an American art movement that flourished in the mid-19th century. Cole's work is known for its romantic portrayal of the American wilderness [1]
✨ The Course of Empire is a series of five paintings created by Cole in the years 1833–1836. The series depicts the growth and fall of an imaginary city, and comprises the following works: The Course of Empire – The Savage State; The Arcadian or Pastoral State; The Consummation of Empire; Destruction; and Desolation. It is notable in part for reflecting popular American sentiments of the times, when many saw pastoralism as the ideal phase of human civilization, fearing that empire would lead to gluttony and inevitable decay. [2]
✨ Description of the work by Cole: The fifth picture is the scene of Desolation. The sun has just set, the moon ascends the twilight sky over the ocean, near the place where the sun rose in the first picture. Day-light fades away, and the shades of evening steal over the shattered and ivy-grown ruins of that once proud city. A lonely column stands near the fore ground, on whose capitol, which is illumined by the last rays of the departed sun, a heron has built her nest. The doric temple and the triumphal bridge, may still be recognised among the ruins. But, though man and his works have perished, the steep promontory, with its insulated rock, still rears against the sky unmoved, unchanged. Violence and time have crumbled the works of man, and art is again resolving into elemental nature. The gorgeous pageant has passed — the roar of battle has ceased — the multitude has sunk in the dust — the empire is extinct. [3]
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“Fat phobia and the desire for slimness are about far more than empirical medical findings. They began as a way of instituting what Pierre Bourdieu called "social distinctions." That is, the elites of society have used the denial of food, along with social censorships which forbid coarseness and fatness, in favor of slimness, to prove the superiority of those who sit atop the social hierarchy. This analysis builds on Bourdieu's assessment by showing how, historically, diet and weight evolved as evidence of high-class or low-class standing.
This book also builds on the work of Michel Foucault, who explains how the state, through the institution of medicine, uses guidelines and principles regarding what to eat, and how much, as a form of social control.
It is worth noting that some judges and Contestants in the mid-twentieth-century pageants, as wellas a few writers for magazines and newspapers during the period, did occasionally idescribe an appreciation for fuller-figured, more curvaceous women. But there is little evidence of a sustained engagement with fat phobia s "black" or the slim ideal as "white" until the last few decades of the twentieth century. This also coincides with more visible reclamations of "thickness" in the black community.
This suggests that, as has been shown throughout, discussions about racialized and gendered fat/slender bodies circulated largely in elite white spaces, and among white persons, prior to the mid- twentieth century. They served as a mechanism for white men and women to denigrate the racially Othered body. They also worked to police and applaud the "correct behaviors” of other white people, especially white women.
This is the crux of the issue. The image of fat black women as "savage” and "barbarous" in art, philosophy, and science, and as "diseased” in medicine has been used to both degrade black women and discipline white women.”
Fearing The Black Body: The Racial Origins of Fatphobia by Sabrina Strings (bolded emphasis mine, and quotes are from the epilogue)
#fatphobia#words#racism#institutional racism#diet culture#personal#unlearning#fearing the black body#currently reading
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Remember, We're Madly In Love Chapter 3 will be up tomorrow and it's a big one! In the meantime, here's a short snippet - and a small reveal 👀
“Listen to me, girl,” Alis shot back. “This isn’t the Parade, and you won’t be wearing a flashy costume to help you this time. The sponsors are not as easy to impress as the rest of those Capitol dimwits,” she added, completely ignoring Amarantha’s exasperated huff.
“I know how to shoot,” Feyre insisted.
“Good. Prove it,” her mentor demanded. “Do not get on their bad side. Especially the Gamemaker’s.”
Feyre felt the blood drain from her face. “The Gamemaker will be there?”
Alis nodded. “And if you don’t want to get mysteriously killed by a savage beast as soon as you step off the main arena, I suggest you make a good first impression.”
“Come now, Alis, don’t be ridiculous,” Amarantha interrupted. “The Games are a pageant of nobility—that of the Tributes and the Capitol alike.”
Alis rolled her eyes.
“How will I know which one is the Gamemaker?” Feyre asked breathlessly.
“You’ll know as soon as you see him” Alis told her. “Eris Vanserra has a thing for first impressions, too.”
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La playlist de l'émission de ce jeudi matin sur Radio Campus Bruxelles entre 6h30 et 9h : Harry Partch "U.S. Highball - A Musical Account of a Transcontinental Hobo Trip" (A Portrait/New World Records/1955-2015) Buddy Collette Septet & Robert Sorrels "Polynesian Suite" (Polynesia/Trunk Records/1962-2019) Peter Ivers' Band (with Yolande Bavan) "Gentle Jesus" (Knight of the Blue Communion/Epic Records/1969) Dominik Steiger "Gold Vom Süden" (Ad Hoc Musi 1980-84/Tochnit Aleph/2013) Reverend Gary Davis "I Am the Light of This World" (When I Die I'll Live Again/Fantasy/1972) Ivor Cutler "One at A Time" (A Flat Man/Hoorgi House Records/1998-2008) Le Diable Dégoûtant "Complainte de la Bête" (Fleur de Chagrin/Aguirre Records/2023) Persona "Água" (Som/Black Sweat Records/1975-2021) Jacques Charlier "L’Amour dans les chansons" (Art in Another Way/Musique Plastique/198?-2022) David Chesworth "Once Upon A Time" (Industry & Leisure/B.E.F.S Records/1983) Vincent & Moi "Lonely Hearts" (1998-2002/Auto production/2002) Colin Newman "Can I Explain the Delay" (Commercial Suicide/Crammed Discs/1986) Dominique Walter "Les petits boudins" (7"/Disc'Az/1967) Gillian Hills "Tu peux" (Rock Français/Wagram Music/1961-2021) Herman's Rocket "Space Woman" (7"/Vogue/1977) Sandra Plays Electronics "Her Needs" (7"/Minimal Wave/1988-2013) Aroma di Amore "Het Gesticht" (Koude Oorlog/Onderstroom Records/1984-2022) Savages "I Am Here" (Silence Yourself/Matador Records/2013) R.E.M. "These Days" (Lifes Rich Pageant/I.R.S. Records/1986) Panda Bear & Sonic Boom "Edge of the Edge" (Reset/Domino Recording Company/2022) Ming "Chanson de la plus haute tour" (Intérieur / Extérieur/Doxa Records/2001) François de Roubaix "Dernier domicile connu" (10 ans de musique de film/Odeon Soundtracks/1970-1998) Jean Luc le Ténia "Tu es un amour" (Le meilleur chanteur français du monde/Ignatub/2002) Fela Ransome-Kuti and The Africa '70 "Fogo Fogo" (Afro Baby - The Evolution Of The Afro-Sound In Nigeria 1970-79/Soundway Records/1973-2004) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp2P6BuN004/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU 🎉
Nickname: Aerith
Pronouns: She/Him
Personality Traits: Religious, friendly, sweet, intelligent, creative, hyper (sometimes), thoughtful, giggly, clumsy, feisty, arrogant, mean-spirited, provocative, foul-mouthed, sarcastic, frightful, sensitive, bold, and savage
Personality Type: INFJ
Star sign: Libra sun, Sagittarius moon, Cancer rising, and Libra venus
Hobbies: Drawing, singing, dancing when nobody's around (I'm very bad at it), sharing nerdy or opinionated thoughts, walking like a model (if I ever feel so confident), sleeping, listening to music (from rock to kpop), chatting or blogging on Tumblr, watching videos on YouTube, making terrible jokes/puns, watching cartoons or beauty pageants [on YouTube], writing, reading interesting things, and conceptualizing my artworks.
Fandom: Naruto
Who do you love most in that fandom: Tenten, Itachi, Kaguya
Who do you hate in that fandom: Fūka
Would you rather be matched with a man or a woman: Man
Smut: Yes
Anyone you don't want to be matched with: Characters with HUGE age gaps (e.g. Madara and co.)
Ideal date: Late night drives + music + coffee or drive thru
My Life In...
Naruto
After some extensive research, we've concluded that you are best matched with... HIDAN! Congrats!
In this universe, you and Hidan are living your lives together, still being mercenaries. Still, the love that grew has become so strong now. Here's you love story...
Matched with: Hidan
Skills/career: You’re part of the Akatsuki, and you have a kekkei genkai that allows you to use creative skills to be used as attacks.
Song: God Only Knows by The Beach Boys
Best Friends: Itachi, Kisame, DeidaraLove at first sight: Not exactly.
How you met: You were inducted into the Akatsuki due to your village needing some protection. At first, you didn’t really like Hidan. He just rubbed you the wrong way. It became a little more obvious how alike you two could be when Itachi and Kisame pointed it out. Eventually, you found yourself drawn to Hidan. Something about his demeanor just slowly became endearing in a way. And soon you were grouped together with him and Kakuzu.
How you fell in love: It took a long time. But the more time you spent with him, you just couldn’t help falling for the guy. His smile became so infectious. And he showed such compassion whenever he was with you. You couldn’t help but think maybe he would become a little kinder, but it was mostly only to you. Hidan would do his best to finally get your attention. He fell for you hard, and the sweet little gestures he did for you made your heart race. After he started making grand gestures, it didn’t take long for you to finally admit you had a huge crush on him.
Your first date: Hidan waits until everyone is asleep, then he goes to your room. The two of you decide to head out into one of the nearby fields and look up at the stars. It’s a clear night, and he’s hoping everything will turn out perfectly. He has some drinks and a small picnic set up on a blanket. You’re a little surprised to find how romantic Hidan is, but he confesses his feelings for you. What starts out as chaste kisses develops into some heavy making out. Hidan lets it stop there, and he is a gentleman through the whole date. It’s almost sunrise when the two of you go to bed.
Your first time being intimate: Hidan is used to having casual hookups, but with you, he knew it had to be different. He sets up his bedroom with nice lighting, scented candles and even some rose petals. It's romantic but Hidan still shows you how excited he can get. Still, the pleasure is all for you and Hidan does all he can to make sure you always cum first.
He presses a kiss to your lips, his long cock already deep inside of you. You don’t remember the last time someone fucked you. It was before you joined this little organization. What you do know, is that you’ve never been fucked by someone with as long a cock as Hidan. It reaches your cervix without even trying. He watches your face to make sure you aren’t in pain. Hidan knows he’s long, but he can make it feel good.
“You’re really fuckin’ tight,” Hidan finally breathes. Your silky walls are clamped down so tightly.
You blush, “Well it has been a while since I got laid.”
Hidan chuckles. He presses another kiss to your lips, and then he lets his lips trail down to your neck. He leaves soft lovebites, licking them after he’s done sucking on your tender flesh. The sweet moans you make just for him, it’s just driving him even more crazy. Hidan never wants this moment to end. He knows that he’s fallen for you completely.
“Pussy so good, makes me want to be a better man.”
Where are you now: You and Hidan actually defected from the Akatsuki, and the two of you decided to run away. You live far away from most people, in a small town together. The two of you are much happier this way, spending your days enjoying one another. You’re both still mercenaries, needing the money. But it’s not like the Akatsuki days. It’s just you and Hidan. Loving one another.
General headcanons:
Hidan is a cuddler. He may not seem it at first, but he enjoys holding you in his arms and just having a few moments of silence. This is very rare, considering he’s always running his mouth.
He will protect you no matter what. Hidan has his faith, but he isn’t opposed to doing what he can to make sure you’re safe. He doesn’t like the idea of going against his beliefs, but for your sake, he would.
Hidan always enjoys making his favorite food with you. He’s not a bad cook, despite what you may think of him. He enjoys food enough to want to learn how to make it good.
He often gets into arguments and fights, so you might need to help him tone back the swearing if you can. Though, it may be fun to watch him get into fights.
Hidan loves spoiling you with gifts whenever he can. He’ll buy you all kinds of stuff. He’s pretty supportive of your hobbies and passions as well.
He still likes to take you out and look at the stars. It’s so beautiful and he can talk about all kinds of stuff whenever you’re together like this. If you draw the night sky, he will be so happy.
Sexy headcanons
The man is kind of a freak in the sheets. He fucks like he’s an animal in heat. It’s just one of his favorite things to do in the world.
He’s mentioned more than once he has a blood kink, but if you aren’t into it, he’ll leave it out of the bedroom. He wants you to be comfortable in the bedroom as well.
Hidan is a big fan of loving, mating press kind of sex too. Something about having you in that position really turns him on. Maybe because you’re so helpless beneath him.
Hidan loves it if you were to tug on his hair while he goes down on you. Clench your thighs around his face. Suffocate him. He can’t die anyway, so he wants to suffocate between your thighs.
He’s not against being tied up, or vice versa. He’s really into both, and he loves it if you were to blindfold him as well and tease him until he is just begging for pleasure.
He needs to cum inside of you. He’s got a huge cum fetish. He doesn’t care about getting you pregnant, it’s all about marking you up as his. It’s the sight of his seed leaking out of you that turns him on.
#bacon.writes#2k followers celebration#2k followers event#2k follower celebration#hidan#hidan x you#hidan x reader#hidan x y/n#hidan smut#hidan match up#naruto#naruto shippuden
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Hi!!! Congratulations for reaching 7.5k followers, may I request a male ship for The Vampire Diaries and Merlin?
I'm 20, 5'1", Chubby, Southeast Asian, INFJ, 4w5, Neutral Good, and a Ravenclaw. I always got an assumption that I'm soft and girly, but I'm actually leaning on effeminate tomboy archetype. May look very modest because of my religiosity, but can be feisty possessing the pottiest mouth in the group of friends and highkey got anger issues trying to be relevant and a realist due to my strong beliefs. Even I act like a loud, sarcastic and savage arse, I'm actually dynamic, deep, and complex that gives a big childish ball of sunshine energy who's extremely sensitive, crybaby, and super anxious af---recognizes a soft spot for dumb jokes, cheesy pickup lines and prefer people with a good sense of humour who see myself as equal. Greatly invested in creating OCs, writing, arts, choir (I sing a lot,), poetry, karaoke, literature, history, makeup, beauty pageants, starting any types of conversations, expanding my knowledge in Christianity, documentaries (about saints), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writing, chilling both indoors and outdoors.
I hope you like them!
TVD:
I ship you with Matt.
Why: I think Matt would be able to handle the variety of characteristics you have. He likes your more sassy sides, as well as your energetic sunshine side. He finds you extremely interesting.
Confession: He would be pretty upfront and obvious about how he felt. And soon after he realized his feelings, he asked you on a date.
Best-Friend: Caroline. You two can be pretty similar, yet different, but this helps the two of you to get along. You often act like siblings.
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Merlin:
I ship you with Gwaine.
Why: I think yours and Gwaines somewhat chaotic personalities you mesh well together. Though I think you would drive others crazy (especially Arthur). He also adores listening to you talk about all of your interests.
Confession: Gwaine would be flirty from the beginning, and there was never really a confession per se. You two just naturally ended up together.
Best-Friend: Merlin. I think you and Merlin would be pretty close. He can always come to you when he needs help, and he will always be there for you too.
Other: Merlin would tell you about his magic, because he knew you would be helpful on his journey and that he could always trust you.
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Nancy had been doing research as she always does, pouring herself into articles, pictures, and videos trying to find answers to a question no one seemed to know the answer. Where have all the past Honey Queen's gone? Bigger and better places! But where? Where was that and why hadn't anyone heard from them? Had they really just turned to a nicer life and forgotten about their roots in Hatchetfield? Surely someone would have heard from one of them over the years after winning... no one just left because they won some money and a pageant title. Especially something as small time as the Honey Queen Pageant. And if they did? Usually they posted something about it after. This was the twenty-first century and gloating was everyone's favorite thing to do.
She had attempted to interview the judges from the past several years, but everyone just shut her out-- Roman Murray had invited her in with a grin, but after some creepy comments she made herself scarce. She went to past contests after that, but mostly they all wanted to talk about themselves rather than the pageant itself. She was hitting dead end after dead end and she knew if she didn't think of something she wouldn't have any answers. And mind you she wasn't doing this for anyone but herself, her own curiosity dragging her along with desire to know.
It's how she came to entering the building for signups with the pageant. She'd considered going in as help, but she knew if she wanted answers then she'd have to put herself into the shoes of a contestant. It was... a risk to say the least, but she didn't have hopes of winning. That wasn't her intentions, no. She wanted to know and understand the steps towards winning... then maybe do some post-show stalking of whoever does win. She had a plan in place and it was going to work, it had to. People just didn't leave everything behind after winning one lousy event.
The problem was Steve. He kept telling her over and over he had a bad feeling about all of this, but she kept writing it off as him being overprotective. Nothing was going to happen to her. She didn't stand a chance in winning with who else was up for the spot. Zoey Chambers. Linda Monroe. Not that the latter seemed the type to be crowned the Sweetest Woman in Hathcetfield, but... she had a higher chance than Nancy did. Again, Nancy wasn't going to win. She didn't want to either... she was just here to observe, embarrassingly participate, and get answers.
Rehersals had let out five minutes ago, Nancy pushing out of the theater's front doors with a few women following behind. They were locked in whispering conversation about what they'd all seen tonight, Zoey's unbelievable performance. Nancy could appreciate it, but she didn't care much for it. She had bigger things to think about than whether or not Zoey sounded too pitchy or not-- she didn't, but women were savage creatures. Instead she was glancing around the parking lot, scanning the cars until she was spotting @53min5sec's car. She shouldered her bag higher and moved towards it, glancing over her shoulder at those still lingering in conversation. Maybe it was odd for her to not stay and be part of it, but she wasn't interested in talking to the new contestants just yet. She had to know them as "competition" before anything else.
She reaches Steve's car and quickly slips in through the passenger door. Her hands moving to settle her bag on the floorboard so she could lean back into the seat, palms smoothing over the bottom of her dress. She exhales a breath and tilts her head back into the seat, turning it when settled to look over at her boyfriend, "Are you going to ask how it went or continue to tell me to drop out?"
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hi please tell me about the zombie christmas musical. i have an inkling i know which one it is and i would love to hear more about it!!
omg lol... ok so it's called Anna and the Apocalypse (AatA) and its primary sin is that it wanted to be Too Much All At Once and consequently became a shambling mass of disjointed ideas. Also it's a great example of writing that is Not Tight. They're trying to do a lot but they're not being efficient about it.
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the Biggest example of this, there's a lot, but like ok they really liked the musical episode of Buffy. And not to spoil Buffy, but the song at the climax of the musical episode of Buffy is where Buffy sings about her conflicting duty as The Guy Who Fights Monsters and her desire to stop fighting and take the rest she's earned from saving the world you know like, several times. There's more to it but again I don't want to spoil Buffy in case that's something you're into
How that relates is, that the people who wrote AatA really liked that number and they were like "ok let's do that" so the song at the climax of the movie has our heroine singing about how she's a reluctant hero who will fight since that's what's expected of her. "It's been said the world's a stage / and everyone must play their part / well if that's true I'll act with all my heart" and "There are some things in life / you just can't control / but I'm ready to fight / I was born for this role" it's all very reminiscent of Buffy "magical girl who is the only person who can fight vampires and whatever" The Vampire Slayer... except Anna, our heroine, is not at all like Buffy and has no reason to feel this way.
Anna and the Apocalypse is a story about some high school students in a small town in Scotland who have to reckon with zombies at Christmastime. Anna is our main character, and she is a disillusioned teen who doesn't care about stuff and she just wants to get out of this dead end town and she doesn't care about people etc etc. It would be a fitting narrative if she started off like this, and through the events of the movie and the zombie apocalypse, she learns that when push comes to shove she does care about people and she is willing to fight for them, but she doesn't. Her characterization is a flat line except when the movie needs her to be something else. It's very noticeable and weird.
And like, the whole cast is like this. We follow a handful of kids besides Anna: John is Anna's friend singular and he's got a crush on her but she's friendzoned him and that's kind of it, Steph is a social justice warrior working on a film project and struggling with being an outsider by proxy of being a transfer student, Chris is a filmmaker roped into helping Steph, Lisa is Chris' girlfriend who exists for 1) singing a horny song and 2) it's sad when she dies via zombie, and Nick who is a Mean Hot Boy who had a fling with Anna and maybe he wants more of that but she doesn't but it doesn't matter because it doesn't go anywhere because this movie is 98 minutes long and we've got a lot to do and we're not very efficient storytellers!
The antagonist is the vice principal (vice dean?) Mr. Savage who is Comedically Villainous and not in a campy way just in a sledgehammer way. He hates kids and he hates the idea of fun but he likes being able to take away their candy and boss people around. Which leads me to my next point: tone. this movie does not balance comedy and drama. It's so bad. It wants these heartfelt moments but it can't commit to them and it wants to be funny but The Christmas School Pageant is so bad and guys we can be funny without resorting to kids and adults reacting to Lisa's horny song and the bad rap about fish that's bad on purpose which is the joke.. it's so bad. That screen time could have gone to so many other things. Better things.
They should have given a side plot to John and Steph, 1) because it would give John a much needed focus-that-isn't-Anna and 2) because John and Steph share an insecurity about not being bold enough. John sings about how he's too cowardly to tell Anna how he feels and Steph sings about how she's worried nobody will take her documentary about the homeless problem seriously and she's just another voice in the crowd. Do something with that! C'mon!!
And it's wild because like there ARE good things about this movie like the songs are pretty catchy, and the actors mostly do a great job with what they've been given, and I remember the choreography being pretty fun, but christ bacon sandwich the writing!
There's like, a song where the kids are huddled in a building looking at news stories about the zombie thing and being worried about their families and their own survival, but then the song they are singing is about the tragedy of kids these days being on their phones all the time and lacking a 'human connection'??? It's so disconnected from the story.
'Turning My Life Around', a duet between Anna and John where they juxtapose the characters' cheerful optimism with the zombie thing starting (imagine kids dancing down a street and in the background of the shot there's a guy spurting blood it's that kind of thing). It's a fun song and a fun scene and it's great. For some reason, Anna has taken her antidepressants for this song and this song only! Immediately before the song she is a sulky teen and immediately after the song she is a sulky teen. But! For the bit! She is cheerful!
Ok I've gotta stop because but I'll close argument with this list of inspirations from Wikipedia:
"Director John McPhail said that Anna and the Apocalypse was influenced by the films West Side Story (1961), The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) and The Breakfast Club (1985), as well as the Buffy the Vampire Slayer musical episode "Once More, with Feeling". McPhail also said that the film includes "nods" to the zombie films Night of the Living Dead (1968), Dawn of the Dead (1978), The Evil Dead (1981), The Happiness of the Katakuris (2001) and Shaun of the Dead (2004). The crop tops and short shorts seen in the film were inspired by the costume design in the slasher film Sleepaway Camp (1983)."
My guy that is too many things to try and be at once.
wait wait wait also John's harmony at the end of Break Away is so good and I love to sing that part where everyone's singing the refrain and he's singing about how he doesn't want Anna to leave in direct contrast with the rest of the cast singing about the things they're trying to get away from. Malcom Cumming if you're out there you did a great job on this movie.
also the incredibly Scottish line "What was I thinking / This isn'ae Disney" mwah chef's kiss
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Untitled (“Waits at”)
A Meredith sonnet sequence
1
And all condemn’d, the broke promise of her
comfort, and pain by the food trembling creatures
grace when twilight on earth return. Like
praye, of ayde or could not long weary winter
stands thee oft, I pitie now they are lyke
the gems of Heaven’s air: let the wine in
some savage overwhelming waters at
the rolls that ever pour’d from this neighbourhood,
nor all that girt her will sacrifice.—
By morning both to ease me. Nor be my
lot, that pride might start a scene between our
finger. She sooner was Woolfe were wont belay,
those of Saturn’s vintage! Waits at the
sky full of longing come like breakfast the
city angled three Moone: for the closed behind
the gentle deare blood in her own fire.
2
A gold-green zenith ’bove thee, that hath not
one touch mystery of thy galage once
arose in prospect,—diamond water the
shepheards the sea-country merry-making
the wine of her heart, in little lightning,
to the music out of her selfe likewise
loue embraced. Maud is her cheek or they never
may be sent: the new soft fallen mask
of such be Nature to him that for ever
its soft pillowing of this old man,
he should hindred birth, there is tempred so
the way to mine own fyre, her haughty lookes
delight. Keeping, as it will end. Their
old love talk, is it the lesser man, and
the door, love Gregory come you him take,
and attend, into the opened the young!
3
One million times ocean must expire. ’Twas
very closely smiling beneath a heartfelt
chilly on her brother. A growl like
to my o’er-sweet odour did this. That if
those true tears amid loud and peace, or lend
you sleep, dear underneath the world on us
doth please him do a’ that I was afraid
of the Moone: for downward cast; and much
of late and still, still allure: the mower’s
scythe had toiled with rapture to thy reward.
And thou, sweet is nigh! Are who lord is weary,
sir; and found when I think I shall turn
to, lighting up the Veil from a transient
wrong done but in her e’e. Heart wherefore
her eye-lids droop’d, her wrath to each friend! Till
the placed or unplaced is, on the wind blewe.
4
That she did call upon us where but
secret sorrows longer wretches that thoughts.
Then not one that love. Him in amaze, to
battell, and many a morning came Ocean
wyde, but her little light of summer
in full-throated ease. The white hair of night
not a kiss nor loss of many now is
thine—the myrrour of my being cruel tongues
were cold beneath the sun; coral is far
out-owre the little bits of newe woe, for
fear that did me seemd to harvest of the
Queen of pearls, shy, in that which they dy with
my babe’s father dearly lovèd, but mutual
ordering, resembling pageant shall
I fly, to slack these secret of the stounde,
that all I have known the rose from the man!
5
But ay the love came—Felicity’s child.
Can it be you meane, mote soften her can
compare, whaever has met wi’ my Phillis,
has met wi’ my Philly! For they shone, perhaps
will deigne something but uneasy
novelty he blended where they thereat the
present, doubting of Michelangelo.
Many a night at a time, who fared it
now with Reason, shame, and hate, it can shew
thee, and this same soul’s true beautiful! There
leather vew, chaunges to be a decisions
and retards: already sounded their
doming curtains over your name. Those gold
and there came to the richest tresure, thy
hopes will I be, and antler’d deer, and oft-
times through euery one, a strand, but the tree.
6
Mark when she slept in silent happiness,
to me, will turne to nothing to fit for
thy sake that when it singest fishers in
this Urne; so as thou canst not widely as
the mood of ancient flame, that large, as bright,
and no mariners, and the same that on
thine, a lip to draw his magian fish through
verdurous glooms that broke. More quick and roar’d,
he speed of further, line by nights, which they
did poor Margaret tell her strength out of your
mouth of his line, these uttering voice when
cloudy thunder-glooming world and a narrow
still control your body grieved, that
affable familiarly and moss. Were
dangerous dismay’d; and, full of grain a surpris’d
start frosted the younger than his due.
7
The fat pillow in his time for dainty
odours from all things and let me pick those
light of vintage; moulder’d straight to clear and
she took up the glorious poisoned was
tossed me to her, where throned seats unscalable
but by the vaulted, boundless
heavenly harmony through every leaf and
fleet in my lone, my widow’d wife; I sue
not brave, i’ll force with clay. The true that is
fine with the sand? Fair is growth to that rises
from love, but his dart, which if she had
neuer sette all the cups, the Pez Dorado,
the Discount Wares, the which her gaue, accoumpts
my selfe ye dayly such doe see: but
then my hart stood in drains, let fall a primrose
too, what human being at the world.
8
So sweete is, see how it might, what poor wag,
that celestiall hew, the old man’s bed, her
selfe makes me tired of clear black mould, no
winter, reckless and quell? Out upon the
other’s breast, I vex my heart compel my
sullen steps; pouring gate as thou’s broken
its mother an’ a’ should I begin? And
holt, cramming all the record of Self, that,
trembling silk: that here reign’d. The gravel in
its trembling too and frozen,—o dool on
the wine of heauenly hew, and yield, eager-
hearted to the child too clothes held up, she
said:-Why was I rauisht quite as snow that hole
where Cupid brought, dare to an humble pair
of ragged claws scuttling across my griefe
renewe, with many an operations?
9
And silvery sheet which promise every
onward bale of my wounds will build a bonny
bower far as Egyptian Nile. No
voice expire consume thee fall of the dreary
day the wheat was yellow hair, and lang
has had a whole days together, and my
glad mouth; nothing more, if it took his fire,
like a bell to cease to outstretched days in
sheer astonishment: and thou among they
still tame? Or trouble free. He hums and listen
their vanish’d these minced leave ere lonely
youth elect must do the Amorous insight,
Friend, in this heart; as if to plead: and
then no mercy shal you makest to proue.
And legs are thine eye or ear of burning
in a kennel. Sight could forget not yet.
10
I heard a noise of pain; so not eased by
diving fame, whose fruit-tree wild; thou wast not
there his penny that I shoulders, breast: see,
many steel’d senses with our brushes, books,
which they should blaze, and what way that were in
a leaky boat, Select the price nor prayer
and streaming man, is thine. I heard a
thousand years should admit. Whence she was dead.
And the gateways of habit—blows eight
chemical mixture. Now they are, emblem in
the dark crust is the depart, and there, and
growing these walls, when sudden cannot
recaptured out my life, all aliue most hide, with
two pink, two orange, thee to the floor breath
of Wisdom round upon Endymion; seeing
it, the oldest shall wealth alchemy.
�� 11
Here Jack and enter a room to see her.
I try to kill, and free. Yet I find this
road again, be young fawne that same gaudy
flowers fresh youth sublime with narrow: I
cannot tell with capsules in many a
short-lived thousands veil their old love for no
cause wel vndersaye, thye neuer in full-throated
ease. The man to sustaining discrepant
between and distress: a wander as in
the bone: with happy shore, again are twin
brothers tenderest squeezed the roof-tree fall
on a dolphin, clad in laurell leafe, which
thou didst bring a fuller crimson comes the
things, thou dost bless every dreams till Triton
blew his hands and chaunge of love he doth wheel
not by themselues will me gentle roar?
12
For them all aliue most kiss; truly that I
dreamed of the deep, having shot the supremest
kiss; truly that light of morn, with corage
stout. At thy fear’d trident shrinking in
wet skin on flat, cool rocks,—and then her faults
i’d not dull you liue by giuing life to
utmost quietude: more did lye, doth long-
forgotten by Autumn winds and saw more plain
and the foremost files of gold and pine more
oft the smart may behold my coat, my
mariners, to warm the world that sat in the
hill-side; and nowhere could I decke their face.
Must do the light turned away with payne. Fair
Annie’s corpse was in the foes compile giuen
so goodly to relenting mynd: that so
fayre loue, cease, in the broke his slomber broke?
13
But, gentle looks very sight way, and wipe
my life than all thy adjurations love
and long storme is past and glorious poison
on this to the scorning the Cup of
Happiness, from off her starry Fays; They
must, I think of this cottage in on, give
me my ears, both black wires grow. To search the
diapason closing here and many a
time of year thou a little wings of
yesterday my youth: the May-fly pleasant sunshine
inmost bosom, and Gods great deeds
another ’fore my time: for thy widow’d marriage.—
About Judas, the teacups, after
showes but I will be there. He mighty
deeps, the sparke. But burnt his sundry yeares
in Stellaes heart, safe-left, shallower braid.
14
That, Virtue, how full of bright Cecilia
rais’d the rest felt a high building in the
charm of wool, as if my body were crying
and fair ones; come and griefe with trust, and
Lethe-wards her wrath appearance, but bitter
contested farthings which was wont to leade?
Make grief’s strength seem stronger faithfull page, as
they grew? And the Potter’s ass, find thee lie!
Me for they bear, and bidding the touch me
with sweet flowres doe offer for the porch
with half a spurn as hour-glass sand—and fastner
of desier; stella, in whose star, that
the feeling graph, in the lassie, fair tho,
the labyrinth in her eye-lids down, I
bought forth doth parch the Future she turn’d from
dropping this woodland, swings that not again.
15
After long weary yeare: and the dome pomp,
reflecting all the fair and arms I fly.
Down to yon shore to do it plus the cloudy
looks are rough, between sea and sky. And
days of this ocean must we part, because
I had lost huge self; and there, open or
shut as the billows in the whisk’d again,
just with you? I’ll cross him an’ wrack him, until
we fill—we fill! And the best wits still
my bad angel from my bosom straine; nor
did many a league twixt her paps like a
tempting free, as is a stormes are not at
my very heat could give; that done, since kind
of my silence and tears stood alone, and
to the Bee ye doe combe, from the store of
life’s buried. Or under-passion cannon.
16
The same rule were mine eyes, thretning rash eies
which a minute will me gentle mindes
to compeld my soule was like the more than
married are.—I’m o’er young, so innocent,
so sweet please, my Helice themselves away.
Is impossible to looke. The stars kept
not approch, that loyal louers trade, with scars,
still morne. And with awfull maiesty, for all
the sun dies in Vermont not for my trust
and slimy foot, through porous ease: ne thinks
are dead unhappy name was falling for
thy queen o’ the garden darkens. In tho
countryes, which they grew? Bright Eyes he looks as
Cockatrices doo: but taketh glorious
gains, let not yet. From eve to see, his
head, all in his beautie they were play he trye?
17
Harvest office the horizon’s brink a
gallant vessel’s shrouded was my wing—at
Neptune’s blue look wistfully, most happy
night of love. And, Do I dare? For they
whose ymage of your eyes lyke yong blossoms
on our magnolia ignite the monstrous
eyes, as my own child. Your sweet peace of mine
annoy? Settled the alarm came forth my
tears: and now you shall I marry yet; I’m
o’er young brain captiu’d in golden heares
annoy to new delight, that old-fashion
me with pitty neuer thought that here we
have loved her ruin each wish of my weak
powres of an hour to give relief—cruel
enchantress! Not so, quod I let baser
kynd, I seeke each other until their rents.
18
But since she doth pride and loud trumpet heart,
which he colors of pains he did not talked
ere we built me a conquest challeng needs
let it be named, till Gregory! Since when
you fayre, that nether ties; let breath, and speak
to her as dead and shott at him—Hysterical,—
he breath of Wisdom round upon
an uptorn forest he on them all—arms
that when my beauty blend, and do not blink,
by a’ unseen; but gleg as light, it seemes
to lingered in pride might dare repeat
the same, the braes o’ Ballochmyle! Little
changed in sleep. Individual with
sencelesse bower: wils him with a clown,
and let our dreams speak of youth! Oh! I am
never dipp’d a chin, the while, the pock!
19
When your beauty did at first to approved,
there is spent: for Reason is it in the
crust, jutted that those silent happiness!
Of Phillis, has met wi’ the queen o’ the
motions of magic hand of the leave, burning
for very soon even of the rest?
Love is stranger, from heaven is wide enough
hated fire and hoisted up his starving
bloudie paines, on which al powers all
then I feele th’ ymage place who
builds her within a bush his dream he was
in three or four day: and hasten now appeared
of clear raindrops in your countenance
fill’d up his eyes; and sweete successe cold, shall
never more. Who boasts of vaine loue from the
porch with hoarsest thus devis’d, do thou now?
20
My strangeness as an angry witch. These thing
like a vaine assay, whose stead oblivion;
and I dare nothing and stray at pleasure.
With that foam’d above, around it, as
of old-lipp’d Fate a thousand blessed home, it
glittering death forth aboue there came down them
say more the light footstoole humblesse my
love is dead, he knows its back upon it,
I have known, but balk the right still she love
came—Felicity. It must be a nurse
made of two by harboring cry: every
flowers budding, our animal passion
were a target for one opened the ringing
very near to human accent his
loom in summer eve but I to ashes
of hope came quiet mind forget not yet.
21
I knew her, kind? So as I the stubborn
as in a forest he on the same or
forgive. Long time, I yet remember, now
so gay beseene, to war and while repent,
his booth, but in theyr snaky heads doe combe,
from which this Paphian army took its many
fingers, asleep. As interest that
asking look? Full pitiously debars, is
the blue doth vault therewith affraye, to take
time will their operation, fury, frantic
indignation, when life began: from
hanging upside down, and elephant
appeares, without. Ere twice, dear, to undo
me, if you gave me fashion into seamless
air. A wife to critic and to myself
in my yellow smoke occupies me.
22
Not forget not yet. Who came with sweet did
for months gone. Nor what cannot be named by
you collide violet eyes see beauties throng’d
my pulses, and true, and a selfish uncle’s
ward. That time—so just lie under that
through launched each others viewing, till shoe thy
fair limbs became a colour and fann’d into
the trees, made my happy purchase of
my own despite I thought it little King
Charley snarling cheer. Take heed there his poor
breath; and yse which I shoulder’d on toward the
house or ornaments and so there was his
maine force, choise sport, and snow upon your cruelnesse.
I came neere, Her bloud, nor thinke how should
bring water faucet and flushing world from
them threw a lace of silk and in thee fall.
23
And eyed its dripping limbs when the bridegroom
wished thus. As close up the silent happiness.
Since that she will tear thee my sweet, tempers
here. The more: in that golden gate, the
ranks of other side and palms each sweet
Communion to the proud loue, that table was
left alone all sterued with the miry
lane she was welcome show eye and know they
reach’d a flame shouldst thou triumph which Hercules
came on my hart to see me sigh so
sore, that skill can stint nor reason that heauenly
Grace want to live and found there Damon’s
heart may behold thee living in. Why did
poor Margaret for an empty Coca-Cola
can again; I sue not for all burden
of all enemies to either head.
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Michelle Lizet Flores is a graduate of FSU and NYU creative writing programs. She currently works as a teacher and co-hosts the What’s in a Verse #Poetry Open Mic in Jacksonville, FL. She has previously been published in magazines and journals such as The Miami Rail, Chircú Journal, and Travel Latina. A finalist for the Juan Felipe Herrera Award for Poetry, she is the author of the chapbooks Cuentos from the Swamp and Memoria, as well as the picture book, Carlito the Bat Learns to Trick or Treat. Her short fiction can be found in the forthcoming anthology, Places We Build in the Universe through Flowersong Press. Find out more at michellelizetflores.com.
PRAISE FOR Invasive Species by Michelle Lizet Flores
“Mixing magic and street smarts as easily as English and Spanish, Michelle Lizet Flores gifts us with an intimate but unflinching exploration of the self and the many pasts that shape it. Her Cuban roots and female ancestors imbue her American life and children with a dense, palpable other-worldliness we are the richer for. These poems don’t simply celebrate: they show us how to conjure and animate into being a life fully present in all its timelessness.”
–Andres Rojas, author of Third Winter in our Second Country (Trio House Press, 2021).
“Invasive Species plants the reader like a frog on a Florida porch as the sky oranges, time passes, a mother passes, children are born, people pass, hurricanes come and go, the sky goes violet and days become many nights. How much peace we make in all that change depends on the type of lessons we gleaned and the character we were fortunate enough to forge over the fires of hard lessons. Flores teaches us ‘how to heal with words rather than herbs.’ If not handled correctly, the act of growing can feel invasive and chaotic. However, there is a calm and understood feeling of necessity in the pain that guides Flores’ words from poem to poem to beat to story to song. Invasive Species doesn’t capture a place, time, history, culture, and simply present it; it captures you, collects you, and keeps you in a jar with these places, people, times, etc. Flores presents Gothic Florida in a Cuban dress, says: ‘y que?’, and confirms ‘It’s a verifiable fact / that whiskey tastes best / when you drink it on your porch / while staring at an orange sky.’”
–C.L. “Rooster” Martinez, a San Antonio poet and author of A Saint for Lost Things (Alabrava Press, 2020), As it is in Heaven (Kissing Dynamite Press, 2020), and Mexican-Dinosaur (Write About Now Press, 2023).
“Michelle Lizet Flores’ Invasive Species contains the expansive magic required to dress the wounds of heartbreak and survival. Part vexed, Floridian pastoral, part ode to diasporic selfhood, this book enthralled me with its vivid voice, its persistent attention to a self always at odds with geography, familial inheritance, and grief’s long tenure. Rooted in hurricanes and heat, Flores invades a southern stillness—she runs the page. And in that surge, this book will upend how you look at the miracle of our temporary bodies, of motherhood and the fleeting moments that compose an undying kind of love. For me, Invasive Species illuminates the dark hallways of life—death and its inevitable lessons—and the conjuro needed to remake the world and to carry on. I invite you to encounter the exposed nerve of these deep roots; “the kind our abuelas taught us to boil, / the kind our children consume.”
–Jessica Q. Stark, author of Savage Pageant (Birds, LLC, 2020) and Buffalo Girl(BOA Editions, 2023
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Holidays 7.7
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All You Need Is Love Day
Bonza Bottler Day
Bungie Day
Comic Book Day
Double Seven Day (China)
Family Day (Lesotho)
Father-Daughter Take A Walk Together Day
Global Forgiveness Day
International Peace & Love Day
Ivan Kupala Day (Belarus, Poland, Russia, Ukraine)
Kharchi Puja (Tripura, India)
National Day of Rock ’n’ Roll
National Koi Day
Running of the Bulls begins (Fiesta de San Fermin; Pamplona, Spain) [thru 7.14]
Saba Saba Day (Tanzania)
Seven Deadly Sins Day
Tanabata (Star Festival; Japan)
Tell the Truth Day
Unity Factory Day (Yemen)
Food & Drink Celebrations
Eat A Vegetable You've Never Tried Before Day
National Dive Bar Day
National Macaroni Day
National Strawberry Sundae Day
World Chocolate Day
First Thursday in July
Ommegang Pageant ends (Belgium) [1st Thursday]
Thirsty Thursday [1st Thursday]
Independence Days
Solomon Islands (from UK, 1978)
Feast Days
Æthelburh of Faremoutiers (Christian; Saint)
Aphrodisia (Bathing festival of Aphrodite & Peitho, goddess of persuasion; Ancient Greece)
Arthur C. Clarke Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Benedict XI, Pope (Christian; Saint)
Cannelloni Day (Pastafarian)
Caprotina (Ancient Roman Female Slave Festival)
Consualia (Ancient Roman Harvest Festival)
Count the Holes in Your Colander Day (Pastafarian)
Dog-Lion Beast (Muppetism)
Edelburga of Kent (Christian; Saint)
Felix of Nantes (Christian; Saint)
Feriae Ancillarum (Old Roman Maid's Day Out)
Fledh Ghoibhnenn (Feast of Goibhniu, Celtic Brewer of the “Beer of Immortality”)
St. Francis of Assisi (Positivist; Saint)
Hedda, Bishop of the West Saxons (Christian; Saint)
Illidius (Christian; Saint)
Nonae Caprotinae (Nones of the Wild Fig, honoring Juno Caprotina, a.k.a. Festival of the Handmaidens; Ancient Rome)
Nones of July (Ancient Rome)
Job of Manyava (Ukrainian Orthodox Church)
Pantaenus, Father of the Church (Christian; Saint)
Parlia (Festival for the Pales for Larger Animals; God of the Herds; Ancient Rome) [also 4.21]
Rumilia (Ancient Rome)
Willibald (Catholic Church)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]
Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 31 of 60)
Premieres
The Adventures of Pinocchio, by Carlo Collodi (Novel; 1881)
All You Need Is Love Day, by The Beatles (Song; 1967)
But I’m a Cheerleader (Film; 2000)
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream, by Hunter S. Thompson (Novel; 1972)
First Knight (Film; 1995) Give Peace a Chance, by John Lennon (Song; 1969)
The Grand Illusion, by Styx (Album; 1977)
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows — Part 2 (Film; 2011) [#8]
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (Film; 2009) [#6]
Here Comes the Sun recorded, by The Beatles (Song; 1969)
Lethal Weapon 2 (Film; 1989)
Live and Let Die, by Paul McCartney & Wings (Song; 1973)
More Songs About Buildings and Food, by Talking Heads (Album; 1978)
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest (Film; 2006)
Ryan’s Hope (Soap Opera; 1975)
Spider-Man: Homecoming (Film; 2017)
Three Tenors, by Plácido Domingo, José Carreras and Luciano Pavarotti (Live Album; 1990)
You Oughta Know, by Alanis Morissette (Song; 1995)
Today’s Name Days
Willibald (Austria)
Nedelcho, Nedelya, Nedyalka, Nedyalko (Bulgaria)
Goran, Klaudije, Odon, Vilibald, Vilko (Croatia)
Bohuslava (Czech Republic)
Villebaldus (Denmark)
Koidu, Koidula (Estonia)
Klaus, Launo (Finland)
Raoul (France)
Edda, Firmin, Willibald (Germany)
Dominica, Cyriaca, Iria, Kiriaki, Kuriakis, Kyriake, Kyriaki, Ria (Greece)
Apollónia (Hungary)
Apollonio, Claudio, Edda (Italy)
Alda, Aline, Elita, Maruta (Latvia)
Estera, Sangailas, Vilgailė (Lithuania)
Håvard, Hulda (Norway)
Antoni, Benedykt, Cyryl, Estera, Kira, Metody, Piotr, Pompejusz, Sędzisława, Wilibald (Poland)
Oliver (Slovakia)
Fermín (Spain)
Klas (Sweden)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 188 of 2022; 177 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 4 of week 27 of 2022
Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 28 of 28]
Chinese: Month 6 (Héyuè), Day 9 (Xin-You)
Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)
Hebrew: 8 Tammuz 5782
Islamic: 7 Ḏū al-Ḥijjah 1443
J Cal: 8 Lux; Sunday [8 of 30]
Julian: 23 June 2022
Moon: 56% Waxing Crescent
Positivist: 20 Charlemagne (7th Month) [St. Francis of Assisi]
Runic Half Month: Foeh (Wealth) [Day 11 of 15]
Season: Summer (Day 17 of 90)
Zodiac: Cancer (Day 17 of 30)
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