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MIXTAPE #6 (12/09/22)

I Wish I Was James Bond - Scouting for Girls

Album: Scouting for Girls

Year: 2008

Track: Single (Post-Release: 2008)

Me and girlfriend share music a lot, and in fact, it’s how we first got talking. On her recommendation, I listened to Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix - a fantastic album - and on mine, she listened to Skylarking by XTC - my all time favourite album. Every now and then, we’ll put together a collaborative playlist to listen to whilst we play games together - the most recent of which I dubbed the “Sumeru mix”, in honour of the new region that was recently added to Genshin Impact - my girlfriend is a rather big fan of the game, and so I play along with her. This track, which she added, has been stuck in my head recently, entirely because it is just so damn catchy. The vocals are very enjoyable, and very Wombats-y, and I feel it just really captures the feeling of wanting to escape the realities of life, and to become a cool pop-culture hero. For Roy Stride, that’s clearly 007, but for me, I’d probably go with The Flash.

Kick Out the Jams - MC5

Album: Kick Out the Jams

Year: 1969

Track: Single (Post-Release: 1969)

It’s funny how people always think of the Ramones and the Sex Pistols as the originators of punk, when you’ve got acts like The Stooges and tracks like this one embodying that energy back in the sixties, and sounding way ahead of their time whilst doing so. Proto-punk is the name apparently, although nothing about this song sounds like a prototype - despite being a live album, the production on this track sounds so clean and sharp, and the attitude of vocalist Rob Tyner feels palpable - no wonder it was first track ever played on XFM. If you were unaware, XFM was a British alternative radio station, the former moniker of Radio X, and home to talent such as Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant. A documentary about the station’s early days was recently released, and you’ll never guess what song they named it after…

Hate to Say I Told You So - The Hives

Album: Veni Vidi Vicious

Year: 2000

Track: Single (Post-Release: 2000)

Speaking of Gervais and Merchant, I’ve previously mentioned my affection for their landmark sitcom The Office, which I would entirely consider to be a 10/10 bit of content. And despite my enjoyment of their other work, particularly Extras and the HBO-animated Ricky Gervais Show, the only other item in their body of work I’d consider to be a 10/10 is their radio show on XFM. Joined by the round-headed buffoon that is Karl Pilkington, Gervais and Merchant show an open contempt for both the station and its audience as they discuss all manner of content, which nearly always tends to loop back to one of either A) Chinese fellas, B) gay fellas, or C) little monkey fellas. All the episodes are up on Spotify, and I’d recommend them to anyone and everyone, even if you’re not a fan of Gervais’ recent work or attitude, which I assure you, I also am not. But this track was played quite a few times on their show, which was how I discovered it - it was a popular single at the time, and so presumably in regular rotation on the XFM playlist.

Be Sweet - Japanese Breakfast

Album: Jubilee

Year: 2021

Track: Single (Pre-Release: 2021)

Japanese Breakfast seem to have become quite a popular band, as every track off of this album has at least two million listens, but I regret to inform you that I am merely a Japanese Breakfast novice. I discovered the band through a Yoko Ono tribute album - Ocean Child: Songs of Yoko Ono. Veteran David Byrne delivered a fantastic cover of Who Has Seen the Wind? with indie legends Yo La Tengo as his backing band, whilst Death Cab For Cutie contributed my favourite track, covering Waiting For the Sunrise. But alongside the two of them, standing out front he crowd, was Japanese Breakfast, and their beautiful rendition of Nobody Sees Me Like You Do, which then lead me to this, admittedly their most popular track, but with good reason. It’s fun, it has a funky backing track, and Michelle Zauner’s vocals are absolutely stunning.

Our House - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

Album: Déjà Vu

Year: 1970

Track: Single (Post-Release: 1970)

Not to be confused with the Madness song, which is rather different, although still quite brilliant. Thanks to being a track recorded with folk supergroup Crosby, Stills & Nash, this is one of a handful of Neil Young tracks still on Spotify, after Young and Joni Mitchell pulled their libraries from the service for not deplatforming Joe Rogan. This song was in one of those Spotify playlists - “my life is a movie” I think was the one - and upon hearing I instantly recognised it. I’m not sure exactly where from - it could have been How I Met Your Mother, it could have been The Simpsons, it could even have been some advert from days gone by. But like the titular house our supergroup sings of, this song is cosy and comfortable, and one that finds me fantasising of the future, of the house that I’ll - hopefully - someday share with my girlfriend, our children, and two cats in the yard.

Pain - Jimmy Eat World

Album: Futures

Year: 2004

Track: Single (Pre-Release: 2004)

My girlfriend and I recently got into a conversation about The X-Files (her favourite show, I’ve only seen the pilot), and she was telling me - I think - about an episode which featured a ship out of time, and everyone on board resembled someone important in Mulder’s life, for example, Mitch Pileggi, who normally plays Walter Skinner, played an SS Sturmbannführer. I’m not exactly sure of the rank, but I’m certain that’s just a high-ranking Nazi officer. But she told me how much she enjoys episodes of TV shows where actors in the main cast get an episode to try their hand at a different character, and it got me thinking back to one of my favourite examples of this - Transference, a fourth season episode of Smallville wherein Clark Kent switches bodies with the incarcerated and terminally ill supervillain Lionel Luther. Tom Welling does fantastic work replicating John Glover’s performance and mannerisms, and the episode is genuinely tense, thanks to Lionel discovering Clark’s well-kept Kryptonian secret. Granted, Lionel has forgotten by the episode’s end, so that the show’s status quo can be maintained, but before we get to that, we get a thrilling showdown between Clark and Lionel - still in each other’s bodies - in the midst of a prison riot, all set to this catchy pop punk number.

The Queen Is Dead - The Smiths

Album: The Queen Is Dead

Year: 1986

Track: Album Track

And finally, we arrive at the part where I talk about all any Brit has had to talk about the past few days - the Queen is dead, boys. The discussion in my group chat did not take the situation as seriously as most outlets did, as in the hours leading up to her death, we discussed how if she died, she wouldn’t have the chance to play Fortnite Chapter 4, how wikipedia keeps reverting my edits on the Better Call Saul cast list despite their information being entirely incorrect, and how radio stations were preparing to ban punk music and anything by Queen. However, we noted that they did not say anything about The Smiths, and so we began a listening party, wherein this song, the title track from the band’s best album, played on a continuous loop. And then she died. And so whenever someone asks me what I was doing when the news broke of the Queen’s death, I can honestly say that I was listening to The Queen Is Dead. People may see that as disrespectful, but in my opinion, what was much more disrespectful was my friend David’s response to the news - “sadge”.

#music #spotify #playlist #scouting for girls #mc5 #the hives #japanese breakfast #crosby stills nash and young #jimmy eat world #the smiths #ricky gervais #stephen merchant #smallville #the queen

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Leviticus 27: God Explains To Moses The Proper Value Or Amount Towards Someone Dedicating Somebody To Him

The Lord said to Moses,

2 “Speak to the Israelites and say to them: ‘If anyone makes a special vow to dedicate a person to the Lord by giving the equivalent value,

3 set the value of a male between the ages of twenty and sixty at fifty shekels of silver, according to the sanctuary shekel;

4 for a female, set her value at thirty shekels;

5 for a person between the ages of five and twenty, set the value of a male at twenty shekels and of a female at ten shekels;

6 for a person between one month and five years, set the value of a male at five shekels of silver and that of a female at three shekels of silver;

7 for a person sixty years old or more, set the value of a male at fifteen shekels and of a female at ten shekels.

8 If anyone making the vow is too poor to pay the specified amount, the person being dedicated is to be presented to the priest, who will set the value according to what the one making the vow can afford.

9 “‘If what they vowed is an animal that is acceptable as an offering to the Lord, such an animal given to the Lord becomes holy.

10 They must not exchange it or substitute a good one for a bad one, or a bad one for a good one; if they should substitute one animal for another, both it and the substitute become holy.

11 If what they vowed is a ceremonially unclean animal—one that is not acceptable as an offering to the Lord—the animal must be presented to the priest,

12 who will judge its quality as good or bad. Whatever value the priest then sets, that is what it will be.

13 If the owner wishes to redeem the animal, a fifth must be added to its value.

14 “‘If anyone dedicates their house as something holy to the Lord, the priest will judge its quality as good or bad. Whatever value the priest then sets, so it will remain.

15 If the one who dedicates their house wishes to redeem it, they must add a fifth to its value, and the house will again become theirs.

16 “‘If anyone dedicates to the Lord part of their family land, its value is to be set according to the amount of seed required for it—fifty shekels of silver to a homer of barley seed.

17 If they dedicate a field during the Year of Jubilee, the value that has been set remains.

18 But if they dedicate a field after the Jubilee, the priest will determine the value according to the number of years that remain until the next Year of Jubilee, and its set value will be reduced.

19 If the one who dedicates the field wishes to redeem it, they must add a fifth to its value, and the field will again become theirs.

20 If, however, they do not redeem the field, or if they have sold it to someone else, it can never be redeemed.

21 When the field is released in the Jubilee, it will become holy, like a field devoted to the Lord; it will become priestly property.

22 “‘If anyone dedicates to the Lord a field they have bought, which is not part of their family land,

23 the priest will determine its value up to the Year of Jubilee, and the owner must pay its value on that day as something holy to the Lord.

24 In the Year of Jubilee the field will revert to the person from whom it was bought, the one whose land it was.

25 Every value is to be set according to the sanctuary shekel, twenty gerahs to the shekel.

26 “‘No one, however, may dedicate the firstborn of an animal, since the firstborn already belongs to the Lord; whether an ox or a sheep, it is the Lord’s.

27 If it is one of the unclean animals, it may be bought back at its set value, adding a fifth of the value to it. If it is not redeemed, it is to be sold at its set value.

28 “‘But nothing that a person owns and devotes to the Lord—whether a human being or an animal or family land—may be sold or redeemed; everything so devoted is most holy to the Lord.

29 “‘No person devoted to destruction may be ransomed; they are to be put to death.

30 “‘A tithe of everything from the land, whether grain from the soil or fruit from the trees, belongs to the Lord; it is holy to the Lord.

31 Whoever would redeem any of their tithe must add a fifth of the value to it.

32 Every tithe of the herd and flock—every tenth animal that passes under the shepherd’s rod—will be holy to the Lord.

33 No one may pick out the good from the bad or make any substitution. If anyone does make a substitution, both the animal and its substitute become holy and cannot be redeemed.’”

34 These are the commands the Lord gave Moses at Mount Sinai for the Israelites.

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Oscar Peterson - Hymn to Freedom (Easy Piano Solo arr. sheet music)

Oscar Peterson - Hymn to Freedom (Easy Piano Solo arr. sheet music) Best Sheet Music download from our Library.Recognized as one of Oscar Peterson’s most significant compositions, Hymn to Freedom was written in 1962 and was swiftly embraced by people over the world as the anthem of the Civil Rights Movement. Please, subscribe to our Library. Thank you! Celebrating 60 Years of Oscar Peterson's Hymn To Freedom Oscar Peterson

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Recognized as one of Oscar Peterson’s most significant compositions, Hymn to Freedom was written in 1962 and was swiftly embraced by people over the world as the anthem of the Civil Rights Movement. The piece was Peterson’s first major work and written with encouragement from his producer and dear friend Norman Granz. During those initial recording sessions, Granz urged Peterson to create a tune with a “definitive early-blues feel”. For inspiration, Peterson drew upon various church renderings of Negro spirituals recalled from his childhood in Montreal. He aimed to maintain the unadorned, yet poignant quality of these early Baptist hymns while composing the beginning chorus of Hymn to Freedom. Upon its completion, Peterson and Granz decided that lyrics would complement the music and contacted Malcolm Dodds, composer, arranger and choir director of The Malcolm Dodds Singers; a backup group for many popular artists of the day. Dodds turned to his collaborator Harriette Hamilton, who had been writing lyrics for the choir group’s original compositions for several years. According to Hamilton, “all the lyrics had to do was express in very simple language the hope for unity, peace and dignity for mankind. It was easy to write.” With Peterson on piano, Ray Brown on bass and Ed Thigpen on drums, the trio recorded the piece on Night Train (Verve 1962), which became one of their most commercially successful albums. Critical acclaim moved Peterson to record Hymn to Freedom on several albums that followed. During the 1980s, fellow Canadian jazz musicians Oliver Jones and Doug Riley recorded their own renditions of Hymn to Freedom. In 1986, 10 children’s choirs from around the world met in Helsinki, Finland, for the International Choral Sympaatti (the biggest international festival for children’s choirs ever organized in Finland), and performed their version of Peterson’s Hymn to Freedom. In 2000, the Deutsche Welle Choir of Fifty Voices performed Hymn to Freedom in Aachen, Germany, where Peterson was awarded the UNESCO International Music Prize. Today, it has been adopted as the unofficial anthem of youth choirs throughout the world, and is frequently chosen as a choir’s closing piece. In 2002, Oscar Peterson and his trio, along with various other Canadian artists, performed the Hymn at the end of a Gala Tribute Concert to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II during her Golden Jubilee celebrations in Canada. Hymn to Freedom is, indeed, one of Peterson’s most relevant and timeless pieces. Acknowledgements are due to this Canadian legend for creating this superbly moving composition, capturing a period of Western history that saw radical change, and becoming a powerful force for freedom and equality.

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Oscar Peterson

As a virtuoso performer with unmatchable dexterity, speed, and expressiveness, as well as a talent for creating evocative compositions, he distinguished himself as one of the greatest jazz pianists of all time. Very few jazz musicians have achieved such great heights of success as this Canadian legend. The career of internationally renowned jazz pianist and composer Oscar Peterson spanned over sixty years. He led the way in establishing a space for Canadian jazz legends such as Oliver Jones, Joe Sealy, Maynard Ferguson and Ed Bickert on the international music scene, and influenced musicians from all across the world while paving the way for contemporary Canadian artists such as Diana Krall. Global renown did not stop him from paying tribute to Canada through numerous compositions dedicated to his homeland, as well as committing his time to educational endeavours that nurtured the growth and development of young Canadian talents Peterson was born in Montreal on August 15, 1925, the fourth of five children. His gift was discovered and nurtured early on by his father, a porter with Canadian Pacific Railways who had taught himself how to play piano while in the merchant marine. Throughout high school, Peterson studied with Louis Hooper, Canadian veteran of the Harlem jazz scene, and the distinguished pianist Paul de Marky, who reinforced the importance of technique and confidence. During this time, he was inspired by artists such as Teddy Williams, Nat King Cole, James P. Johnson, and in particular Art Tatum. In fact, the first time he was exposed to one of his father’s Tatum records, the young Peterson was so impressed and intimidated by what he heard that he avoided the piano for over a month. Peterson won a CBC national amateur contest, at only 14 years of age, after his sister Daisy, who became a noted piano teacher in Montreal, persuaded him to audition. He became a regular on the Montreal radio show Fifteen Minutes’ Piano Rambling and the CBC broadcast The Happy Gang. Peterson’s big break came in 1949 when Norman Granz, producer of Jazz at the Philharmonic, was on his way to the Montreal airport in a taxi and heard Peterson and his trio on the radio performing live from the Alberta Lounge. He immediately asked the driver to take him there, thus sparking the beginning of a long-lasting relationship between the two men. Granz offered Peterson an opportunity to play as a surprise guest at Carnegie Hall and he accepted, performing a brilliant set with bassist Ray Brown and motivating Granz to offer him a permanent position with Jazz at the Philharmonic. Peterson toured the United States extensively with the company and eventually formed the Oscar Peterson Trio with Brown and guitarist Herb Ellis. They worked hard, motivating and inspiring each other unflaggingly. Despite the demands of touring and recording, fellow musicians constantly clamored to be a part of the trio, due to a desire to work with Peterson and be part of his vision and talent. Peterson’s career involved continuous performing and recording. His discography of group and solo work amounts, incredibly, to over hundreds of records. He collaborated with such notable names as Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, Count Basie, Stan Getz and others. Although Peterson never recorded or performed with his idol Art Tatum, they did become friends. In addition to being a brilliant pianist, Peterson was also a gifted composer. One of his first major works, Hymn to Freedom (1962) is a protest piece that became an anthem for the civil rights movement. His best known work, Canadiana Suite (1963), is self-described as “a musical portrait of the Canada I love”; Fields of Endless Day (1978) is a film score about the journey of black slaves who escaped to Canada through the Underground Railroad; City Lights (1977) composed for the Ballets Jazz de Montreal, is a waltz composed about the city of Toronto. Canadian filmmaker Norman MacLaren’s film Begone Dull Care was made to the music of Oscar Peterson. Other compositions include African Suite (1979), A Royal Wedding Suite (1981), Easter Suite (1984) and The Trail of Dreams Suite (2000) for the Trans-Canada Trail. He has composed works for Bach 300, the 1988 Winter Olympics in Calgary, the opening of the Skydome in Toronto and countless films and documentaries, including The Silent Partner, for which he won the Canadian Film Award for Best Original Score in 1978. Throughout his career, Peterson was always involved in creating and supporting music education programs in one capacity or another. From co-creating and training at his short-lived, yet highly-esteemed Advanced School of Contemporary Music in Toronto in the early 1960s, to his role as Chancellor at York University three decades later, he remained adamant about supporting the development of young Canadians: “I’ve been fortunate to have a successful jazz career, and I believe it’s now my turn to use that experience to help direct students.” Peterson received innumerable awards throughout his prolific career, including eight Grammys, two Junos, one Genie, one Gemini, nine Lifetime Achievement Awards from various organizations, eight Hall of Fame awards, thirteen consecutive Downbeat Awards, and is the recipient of 13 honourary degrees. He was appointed an Officer of the Order of Canada in 1972 and promoted to Companion in 1984. He received the Praemium Imperiale from the Japan Arts Association in 1999 (the arts equivalent of the Nobel Prize; the first Canadian and first jazz musician to receive this award) and the UNESCO International Music Prize in 2000. He was the first recipient of the Governor General’s Performing Arts Award. He had a stamp issued in his honour by Austria in 2003 and by Canada Post in 2005. Peterson was forced to slow down momentarily in 1993 after suffering a stroke while performing at the Blue Note club in New York, which slightly weakened his left hand. In more recent years, arthritis caused him to perform less frequently, although his performances contained as much passion and verve as they did half a century ago. Indeed, he is not only inspiring as an exquisite pianist and gifted composer, but also as a human being with unparalleled fortitude. On June 8, 2007, a tribute concert featuring jazz icons such as Hank Jones and Clark Terry was held for Peterson at Carnegie Hall, the same place where his prolific career began nearly 60 years before. Although ill health prevented him from attending, fellow jazz greats, young virtuosos, family and friends gathered together in his honour to celebrate the profound and prolific achievements of this beloved Canadian. On December 23, 2007, Oscar Peterson passed away at his family home in Mississauga, Ontario. Read the full article

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jrhughes · 1 year

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The Line of Adam & Seth Continued

(Sunday, April 16th 2023 A.D.)

Genesis 5:17-26

Golden Text: Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for Thou hast created all things, and for Thy pleasure they are and were created. - Revelation 4:11 KJB

37 But as the days of Noah were, so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. 38 For as in the days that were before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noe entered into the ark, 39 And knew not until the flood came, and took them all away; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. - Matthew 24:37-39.

What follows may seem boring to some, but it helps us understand the thinking of the world and others about the Word of God. They often seek to diminish it or explain the miracles of God away. Draw near and learn so that you may know that truth and be prepared to give to every man, even those who may make you upset, an answer for the hope that lies within you. Be prepared and equipped that your faith may be strong. NOTHING herein is given, except with that idea in mind, the equipping of you and I to defend the faith.

Message Text - Genesis 5:17-26

17 And all the days of Mahalaleel were eight hundred ninety and five years: and he died.

The days of Mahalaleel were eight hundred ninety and five years. Mahalaleel: Mahalaleel = "praise of God." He was the son of Cainan and the 4th in descent from Adam in the line of Seth: the Godly line leading to Noah, then eventually to the line that leads to King David and finally to our Lord Jesus, the Christ, Anointed One. Mahalaleel was born when his father Cainan (Adam's great-grandson through Seth) was 70 years old. He was one of many children of Cainan. (Genesis 5:12-13; 1 Chronicles 1:2; Luke 3:37).

Wikipedia reports:

When he was aged 54-60, Mahalalel married Dinah, the daughter of his paternal uncle Barakiel. At the age of 65, he fathered Jared (when the Watchers "descended on the earth" as per Jubilees 4:15). He fathered many other children after that point (Genesis 5:15-16).

At the age of 227, he became a grandfather to Jared's son Enoch (Genesis 5:18), who was born through Baraka, the daughter of Mahalalel's brother Rasajal (Jubilees 4:16).

. . .

Wikipedia also tells us the remembrance of Mahalel in the book of Enoch.

I had laid me down in the house of my grandfather Mahalalel, (when) I saw in a vision how the heaven collapsed and was borne off and fell to the earth. And when it fell to the earth I saw how the earth was swallowed up in a great abyss, and mountains were suspended on mountains, and hills sank down on hills, and high trees were rent from their stems, and hurled down and sunk in the abyss. And thereupon a word fell into my mouth, and I lifted up (my voice) to cry aloud, and said: 'The earth is destroyed.' And my grandfather Mahalalel waked me as I lay near him, and said unto me: 'Why dost thou cry so, my son, and why dost thou make such lamentation?'. ...-- 1 Enoch 83: 3-10

This is not a Biblical book and is not considered inspired by God but it is placed here for your information as to what the world believes. Is it true? It is true that it was written and that is all we can say about it.

And he died.

When Mahalalel was 840, his 962-year-old father Cainan died (Genesis 5:14). Mahalalel lived 55 more years after this and died at 895 (Genesis 5:17), placing him eighth in the records for the unusually long life spans for the antediluvian patriarchs.

At the time of Mahalalel's death, Noah was 234 as per the Masoretic chronology.

18 And Jared lived an hundred sixty and two years, and he begat Enoch:

And Jared lived an hundred sixty and two years. Wikipedia states:

His father Mahalalel, great-grandson of Seth, son of Adam, was 65 years old when Jared was born. In the apocryphal Book of Jubilees, his mother's name is Dinah. JUBILEES IS NOT THE WORD OF GOD

Jubilees states that Jared married a woman whose name is variously spelled as Bereka, Baraka, and Barakah, and the Bible speaks of Jared having become father to other sons and daughters (Genesis 5:19). Of those children, only Enoch is named specifically, born when Jared was 162 years old (Genesis 5:18, 5:22a, 5:24, Hebrews 11:5b, Jude 14--15). Enoch went on to marry Edna, according to Jubilees, and the sole named grandchild of Jared is Enoch's son Methuselah, the longest-living human mentioned in the Bible (Genesis 5:18, 5:21, 5:27).

Additionally, Jared was a forefather of Noah and his three sons. Jared's age was given as 962 years old when he died (when Noah was 366), making him the second-oldest person mentioned in the Hebrew Bible and the Septuagint. In the Samaritan Pentateuch, his age was 62 at fatherhood and only 847 at death, making Noah the oldest and Jared the seventh-oldest. (THE WORD OF GOD IS TO BE BELIEVED)

He also mentioned in Islam: Jared (Yarid) is also mentioned in Islam in the Qisas Al-Anbiya, which mentions him in an identical manner.

19 And Jared lived after he begat Enoch eight hundred years, and begat sons and daughters: 20 And all the days of Jared were nine hundred sixty and two years: and he died.

Jared begat sons and daughters. Thomas Hardy, in his novel, The Return of the Native (1878), referenced Jared as one who betokened an advanced lifetime: "The number of their years may have adequately summed up Jared, Mahalaleel, and the rest of the antediluvians, but the age of a modern man is to be measured by the intensity of his history." (London: Folio Society -(1971) [1880] at p. 150)

THESE ARE NOT THE WORD OF GOD.

All the days of Jared were nine hundred sixty and two (962) years, and he died. Friend as you can see all of these men died. And it is appointed unto man, once to die,... You will die also. Death is but a door, a portal. Your life and belief system will decide for you what is on the other side of the death door, you will go through. The narrow way through Jesus Christ, our Lord takes you to heaven. All other ways lead to death and destruction and eternal torment in the lake of fire. (Jesus is the Only Way!)

And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever. - Revelation 20:10

21 And Enoch lived sixty and five years, and begat Methuselah:

Enoch: dedicated: Enoch is the son of Jared and father of Methuselah. God took Enoch home to heaven without dying. Since it is appointed unto man, once to die, will Enoch have to come back to Earth and die? Only God knows. Will Enoch be one of the two witnesses in the end times in Jerusalem? Only God knows.

Wikipedia chimes in:

The text of the Book of Genesis says Enoch lived 365 years before he was taken by God. The text reads that Enoch "walked with God: and he was no more; for God took him" (Gen 5:21--24), which is interpreted as Enoch's entering heaven alive in some Jewish and Christian traditions, and interpreted differently in others.

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The third-century BC translators who produced the Septuagint in Koine Greek rendered the phrase "God took him" with the Greek verb metatithemi meaning moving from one place to another. Sirach 44:16, from about the same period, states that "Enoch pleased God and was translated into paradise that he may give repentance to the nations." The Greek word used here for paradise, paradeisos, was derived from an ancient Persian word meaning "enclosed garden", and was used in the Septuagint to describe the garden of Eden. Later, however, the term became synonymous for heaven, as is the case here.

Mentioned in the New Testament:

... in the Epistle to the Hebrews which says, "By faith Enoch was translated that he should not see death; and was not found, because God had translated him: for before his translation he had this testimony, that he pleased God." (Hebrews 11:5 KJV). This suggests he did not experience the mortal death ascribed to Adam's other descendants, which is consistent with Genesis 5:24 KJV, which says, "And Enoch walked with God: and he [was] not; for God took him."

The third mention is in the Epistle of Jude (Jude 1:14--15) where the author attributes to "Enoch, the Seventh from Adam" a passage not found in Catholic and Protestant canons of the Old Testament. The quotation is believed by most modern scholars to be taken from 1 Enoch 1:9 which exists in Greek, in Ge'ez (as part of the Ethiopian Orthodox canon), and also in Aramaic among the Dead Sea Scrolls.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enochhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enoch

22 And Enoch walked with God after he begat Methuselah three hundred years, and begat sons and daughters: 23 And all the days of Enoch were three hundred sixty and five years:

Enoch is said to be the father of the oldest living man, ever: Methuselah. And Enoch is reported to have had a special relationship with God. This walking with God was last written of Adam and Eve in the Garden. I am sure that Enoch also sinned as the Bible says ALL HAVE SINNED. Yet, he found favor with God, like no one else mentioned in the entire Bible.

24 And Enoch walked with God: and he was not; for God took him.

Wikipedia has this report:

Genesis 5 provides a genealogy of these ten figures (from Adam to Noah), providing the age at which each fathered the next, and the age of each figure at death. Enoch is considered by many to be the exception, who is said to "not see death" (Hebrews 11:5). Furthermore, Genesis 5:22-24 states that Enoch lived for 365 years, which is shorter than other pre-Flood Patriarchs, who are all recorded as dying at over 700 years of age. The brief account of Enoch in Genesis 5 ends with the cryptic note that "he was not; for God took him".

25 And Methuselah lived an hundred eighty and seven years, and begat Lamech: 26 And Methuselah lived after he begat Lamech seven hundred eighty and two years, and begat sons and daughters: 27 And all the days of Methuselah were nine hundred sixty and nine years: and he died.

Methuselah is the man to have lived the longest upon Earth: nine hundred sixty nine (969) years. During that time, he was the father of Lamech and other sons and daughters.

Methuselah signifies, 'he dies, there is a dart,' 'a sending forth,' namely, of the deluge, which came the year that Methuselah died. He lived 969 years, the longest that any man ever lived on earth; but the longest liver must die at last. Noah signifies rest; his parents gave him that name, with a prospect of his being a great blessing to his generation. Observe his father's complaint of the calamitous state of human life, by the entrance of sin, and the curse of sin. Our whole life is spent in labour, and our time filled up with continual toil. God having cursed the ground, it is as much as some can do, with the utmost care and pains, to get a hard livelihood out comfort us." It signifies not only that desire and expectation which parents generally have about their children, that they will be comforts to them and helpers, though they often prove otherwise; but it signifies also a prospect of something more. Is Christ ours? Is heaven ours? We need better comforters under our toil and sorrow, than the dearest relations and the most promising offspring; may we seek and find comforts in Christ. - Commentary by Matthew Henry, 1710.

Wikipedia again has much to say of Methuselah:

... He had the longest lifespan of all those given in the Bible, having died at the age 969. According to the Book of Genesis, Methuselah was the son of Enoch, the father of Lamech, and the grandfather of Noah. Elsewhere in the Bible, Methuselah is mentioned in genealogies in 1 Chronicles and the Gospel of Luke.

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According to the Bible, Methuselah died the year of the flood but the Bible does not record whether he died during or prior to the flood. He was also the oldest of all the figures mentioned in the Bible. Methuselah is mentioned once in the Hebrew Bible outside of Genesis, in 1 Chronicles 1:3 he is mentioned in a genealogy of Saul. Methuselah is mentioned a single time in the New Testament, when the Gospel of Luke traces Jesus' lineage back to Adam in Luke 3.

In other religious texts

The apocryphal Book of Enoch claims to be revelations of Enoch, transcribed by him and entrusted to be preserved for future generations by his son, Methuselah. In this book, Enoch recounts two visions he has had to Methuselah. The first is about the Genesis flood narrative, and the second chronicles the history of the world from Adam to the Last Judgment. In the latter vision, men are represented as animals -- the righteous are white cattle and sheep, the sinners and enemies of Israel are black cattle and wild animals. Following his father's death in the Book of Enoch, Methuselah is designated by God as a priest, while Methuselah's grandson, Noah's brother Nir, is designated by God as his successor. In Slavonic Enoch, Methuselah asks his father for a blessing, and is given instructions on how to live righteously. After their father ascends into heaven, Methuselah and his brothers build an altar and made "a great festivity, praising God who had given such a sign by means of Enoch, who had found favor with Him." (WHAT SHOULD YOU AND I BELIEVE? THE WORD OF GOD!)

The Book of Jubilees presents itself as "the history of the division of the days of the Law, of the events of the years, the year-weeks, and the jubilees of the world" and claims to be a revelation of God to Moses, given through the Angel of the Presence in addition to the written Law received by Moses on Mount Sinai; and, while the written Law was to be imparted to all, this was to be a secret tradition entrusted only to the saints of each generation, to Enoch, Methuselah, Noah, and Shem, then to Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, and Levi, and finally to the priests and scribes of the latter times.

Rabbinic literature states that when Noah was 480 years old all the righteous men were dead, except Methuselah and himself. At God's command they both announced that 120 years would be given to men for repentance; if in that time they had not mended their evil ways, the earth would be destroyed. - "Book of Jasher 5". www.ccel.org.

28 And Lamech lived an hundred eighty and two years, and begat a son:

Lamech: First of all remember there is another Lamech. That Lamech was son of the murderer Cain. That Lamech was the first man reported to have more than one wife. THAT IS NOT THIS LAMECH. This Lamech is the son of Methuselah. The righteous line of Seth, Enoch and that leads to Noah.

Wikipedia adds its ideas about this Lamech:

... is part of the genealogy of Jesus in Luke 3:36. Lamech (Arabic: Lamik) is also mentioned in Islam in the various collections of tales of the prophets who preceded Muhammad, which mentions him in an identical manner.

Lamech is the eighth-generation descendant of Adam (Genesis 5:25), the son of Methuselah, and the father of Noah (Genesis 5:29), in the genealogy of Seth in Genesis 5. In Genesis 5:12-25, Lamech was a son of Methuselah, who was a grandson of Jared, who was a grandson of Kenan descended from Adam.

Genesis 5:28-31 records that Lamech was 182 (according to the Masoretic Text; 188 according to the Septuagint) years old at the birth of Noah and lived for another 595 years, attaining an age at death of 777 years, five years before the Flood in the Masoretic chronology. With such numbers in this genealogical account, Adam would still have been alive for about the first 56 years of Lamech's life. WHICH SHOULD WE BELIEVE? THE WORD OF GOD? YES!)

29 And he called his name Noah, saying, This same shall comfort us concerning our work and toil of our hands, because of the ground which the LORD hath cursed.

And he called his name Noah: Noah: Strongs No: H2585 Orig: from 2596; initiated; Chanok, an antediluvian patriarch:--Enoch. H2596

Grk Strong: G3575 Noah = "rest" 1) son of Lamech, father of Shem, Ham, and Japheth; builder of the ark which saved his family from the destruction of the world which God sent on the world by the flood; became the new seminal head of mankind because his family were the only survivors of the flood.

Prophetic Naming:

When Lamech named his son Noah, he prophesied: "This [same] shall comfort us concerning our work and toil of our hands, because of the ground which the LORD hath cursed." (Genesis 5:29) The people were cumbered with the toil of cultivating a ground that had been cursed in Genesis 3:17, and they hoped for relief through Noah. Albert Barnes noted: "In stating the reason of the name, they employ a word which is connected with it only by a second remove. ... but they both point back to a common root (n-ch) signifying 'to sigh, to breathe, to rest, to lie down.'" At Noah's sacrifice in the new world after the flood, the LORD said, "I will not again curse the ground any more for man s sake; for the imagination of man s heart [is] evil from his youth; neither will I again smite any more every thing living, as I have done."

The Encyclopedia, Britannica states:

Noah, also spelled Noe, the hero of the Biblical Flood story in the Old Testament book of Genesis, the originator of vineyard cultivation, and, as the father of Shem, Ham, and Japheth, the representative head of a Semitic genealogical line. A synthesis of at least three Biblical source traditions, Noah is the image of the righteous man made party to a covenant with Yahweh, the God of Israel, in which nature s future protection against catastrophe is assured. (?- This is inaccurate we shall be burned up with a great fervent heat)

Noah appears in Genesis 5:29 as the son of Lamech and ninth in descent from Adam. In the story of the Deluge (Genesis 6:11-9:19), he is represented as the patriarch who, because of his blameless piety,(for all have sinned) was chosen by God to perpetuate the human race after his wicked contemporaries had perished in the Flood. A righteous man, Noah found favour in the eyes of the Lord (Genesis 6:8). Thus, when God beheld the corruption of the earth and determined to destroy it, He gave Noah divine warning of the impending disaster and made a covenant with him, promising to save him and his family. Noah was instructed to build an ark, and in accordance with the instruction of God he took into the ark male and female specimens of all the species (NO! NOT SPECIES: KINDS) of animals in the world, from which the stocks might be replenished. Consequently, according to this narrative, the entire surviving human race descended from Noah and his three sons. Such a genealogy sets a universal frame within which the subsequent role of Abraham, as the father of faith of Israel, could assume its proper dimensions.

30 And Lamech lived after he begat Noah five hundred ninety and five years, and begat sons and daughters: 31 And all the days of Lamech were seven hundred seventy and seven years: and he died.

Lamech is known best for being the father of Noah. The rest of his life is consigned to verses like the one above that Lamech lives after Noah was born 595 years and begat or was the father of other sons and daughters. This man Lamech lived 777 years, and he died. He is believed to have died just a few years before the world wide flood of the days of Noah.

32 And Noah was five hundred years old: and Noah begat Shem, Ham, and Japheth.

Wikipedia has much to say about Noah. Remember it is NOT inspired by God. You may have to separate truth and error.

Noah is the tenth and last of the pre-Flood patriarchs in the traditions of Abrahamic religions. His story appears in the Hebrew Bible (Book of Genesis, chapters 5-9), the Quran and Baha'i writings. Noah is referenced in various other books of the Bible, including the New Testament, and in associated deuterocanonical books.

The Genesis flood narrative is among the best-known stories of the Bible. In this account, Noah labored faithfully to build the Ark at God's command, ultimately saving not only his own family, but mankind itself and all land animals, from extinction during the Flood, which God created after realizing that the world was full of sin. Afterwards, God made a covenant with Noah and promised never again to destroy all the Earth's creatures with a flood. Noah is also portrayed as a "tiller of the soil" and as a drinker of wine. After the flood, God commands Noah and his sons to "be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth".

Other Accounts

In addition to the main story in Genesis, the Hebrew Bible (Christian Old Testament) also refers to Noah in the First Book of Chronicles, Isaiah and Ezekiel. References in the deuterocanonical books include the books of Tobit, Wisdom, Sirach, 2 Esdras and 4 Maccabees. New Testament references include the gospels of Matthew and Luke, and some of the epistles (Epistle to the Hebrews, 1 Peter and 2 Peter).

Noah became the subject of much elaboration in the literature of later Abrahamic religions, including Islam (Surahs 71, 7, 11, 54, and 21 of the Quran) and Bahai faith (...and Gems of Divine Mysteries).

CONCLUSION: Thus ends the line of men from Adam to Noah. These are amazing men. Men of God and almost any one of them would be an example to emulate in our lives. And yet they too lived in a world of wickedness, much like ours, today:

5 And GOD saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. 6 And it repented the LORD that He had made man on the earth, and it grieved Him at his Heart. 7 And the LORD said, I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth Me that I have made them. - Genesis 6:5-7

Friend how far are we away from having the wrath of God poured out upon us, once again? And where does that Judgment of God begin?

17 For the time is come that judgment must begin at the house of God: and if it first begin at us, what shall the end be of them that obey not the gospel of God? 18 And if the righteous scarcely be saved, where shall the ungodly and the sinner appear? 19 Wherefore let them that suffer according to the will of God commit the keeping of their souls to Him in well doing, as unto a faithful Creator. 1st Peter 4:17-19 KJB

7 So thou, O son of man, I have set thee a watchman unto the house of Israel; therefore thou shalt hear the word at My mouth, and warn them from Me. 8 When I say unto the wicked, O wicked man, thou shalt surely die; if thou dost not speak to warn the wicked from his way, that wicked man shall die in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at thine hand. Ezekiel 33:7-8

PRAYER: Heavenly Father, we have lost our first love. We do not tell others about You and Your Love and the Wrath to flee and the heaven to seek to enter. The times are like they were in the days of Noah. We have failed You and continue to fail You. We have not warned the wicked to turn from his way. We have failed to tell them of Your total Love. Please Lord, Equip me to be Your man of God. First I ask You to bring to remembrance all my sin and to forgive me of all my sin and unrighteousness. I also ask for forgiveness for sins that I do not know are sins. I ask this so that You can forgive me, cleanse me and hear and answer this prayer. Now I turn from sin to You, Lord. I ask You to come into my life once again, afresh and anew. Make me the man of God You have always known I could be. Set me aside unto Thy Service, I pray in the NAME of Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen and amen.

NEXT WEEK: THE DAYS BEFORE THE WORLD WIDE FLOOD OF NOAH:

May God bless you in all that you do for Him, Brother J.R. Soul winner, Bible teacher, Defender of the Faith

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The changing face of communications

Seventy years ago when The Queen took up her vocation just 34% of men and 45% of women survived to see their seventieth birthday. Nowadays the figures have risen to 76% and 84% respectively. That’s just one of the fascinating facts put out by communications regulator Ofcom to mark the Queen’s Jubilee.

In addition to health and longevity improvements, the past seventy years has also seen a marked rise in technology; not the least in the field of communications. In 1950 a home telephone was seen as a luxury item, owned by just ten percent of households. Over the intervening period we have seen a rise to near universal home phone ownership, before the advent of mobiles started to reverse the trend.

Nowadays some 34% of households rely solely mobile phones for their voice communications, with landline use having declined to just over sixty percent. This trend is expected to continue with the ongoing switchover to internet telephony (VoIP).

Then there is the humble telephone box. Once seen as a lifeline, in recent years our use of phone boxes has declined as mobile technology has taken over. Nevertheless, in some areas of the country phone boxes are still very much seen as communication necessities.

Now those phone boxes which are situated in areas of poor mobile signals, near accident sites, or which have been used to make regular calls to helplines such as Childline or the Samaritans have been made the subject of strong protection orders. With effect from 8th June, those boxes which are still in use and have been identified as essential to the local community will not only be protected but will also be upgraded to ensure that, once the switch to IP communications has taken place, they will still work in the event of a power cut.

What stories such as these show is that no matter how technology changes people still recognise the importance of phones as a means of communication. It’s a lesson which businesses and other organisations would do well to remember. Admittedly, going online, setting out FAQs and other information on a website may be relatively inexpensive. Nevertheless, cutting off people’s ability to pick up the phone and simply talk to someone may not always be in the long term interests of the organisation or its users.

There will be times when FAQs simply don’t provide the answer. There may even be times when a long drawn out e-mail exchange only serves to exacerbate a sense of frustration or complaint. That is when phones come into their own, enabling people to have a meaningful conversation which leads to a mutual resolution.

And when people do pick up the phone, it helps the relationship if businesses have taken time to consider the communication pathway. Setting up strong hunt groups, arranging seamless caller transfers or straightforward push button options can not only help the caller to feel valued but also helps to quickly resolve queries, orders, or complaints. The mechanisms which we use to communicate may have changed over the past seventy years but our need to talk is as strong as ever.

This post was first published here: http://www.callagenix.com/news/article/the-changing-face-of-communications

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incorrectsilvercyclopsquotes · 3 years

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This is weird but could you do some silvercyclops wedding planning headcanons please?

Of course!

-They had adopted Pyro in 1990, and had two children together through surrogates after that. So Pyro is thirty three, Luna is twenty one, and Nate is seventeen when gay marriage is legalized.

-Pyro is the one who calls them asking when the wedding is. “Ocko, when will the svadba(wedding) be? I’m bringing Bobby.”

-They weren’t planning on marrying, they’re fifty eight and sixty four, for fuck’s sake. But after some cajoling(mainly from Ororo and their kids) they agree to have the ceremony at the manor.

-To the surprise of others, both are very worried about it. They’ve been partners for thirty five years and they want the other to have the most beautiful wedding possible. -They get binders with detailed plans from Kurt, Ororo, Irene, Jubilee, Pyro, Luna, Wanda, Jean, and most surprisingly, Logan. When asked why he made it he said, “It’s about time you fuckers got married.” He won’t mention anymore details.

-They go tux shopping together. Scott’s is a classic black on white, with a grey bow tie. Pietro’s is a part of his mother’s Sokovian wedding dress transformed into a jacket, and a pair of grey pants.

-They went wedding ring shopping separately. Scott brought Ororo and Jean with him, and they ended up finding a silver ring with a band of black in the middle of it. He gets it inscribed with the phrase, “Sweet dreams are made of this,” a call back to the music they bonded over. Pietro took Jubilee, and they find a simple, gold ring. He inscribed this with “Miláčik, Milujem ťa,” Sokovian for “Darling, I love you.”

-They spend the night before cuddling in bed, recalling all they’ve done together throughout the years. -Pietro is walked down the aisle by Charles, Erik, and Marya. All kiss his cheek before they give him away.

-Scott is walked down by Alex and Hank.

-Nate is their flower person.

-Scott’s groomspeople are Luna, Ororo, Shogo, Jean, Bobby, and Kurt.

-Pietro’s are Pyro, Ellie Camacho(Luna’s partner), Rachel, Jubilee, Warren, and Rogue.

-The ceremony is about forty five minutes long, on the front lawn of the manor, and the happiest day of Scott and Pietro’s lives.

#ask response #scott summers #cyclops #pietro maximoff #quicksilver #pyro #john allerdyce #luna maximoff #nathan summers #cable #silvercyclops #incorrect silvercyclops quotes #incorrect silvercyclops #silvercyclops family #quickcyke #xmencomics #xmen movies #general X-Men

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keepthyfaithandthylight · 3 years

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Frev people as Your City Gave Me Asthma lyrics

Camille Desmoulins:

“You’re wasting your time

You’re wasting mine

I hate to see you leaving

Fate worse than dying”

Jubilee Line

Maximilien Robespierre:

“If I could just break one more night

Maybe I could wake up and feel alright

My optimistically set alarm clock time

Serves only to mock me with flashing lights”

Saline Solution

Georges Danton:

“Maybe one day I’ll live in La Jolla

Drinking cocktails out over the water

My own personal sunset

To give each day its own diploma”

La Jolla

Jean Paul Marat:

“I’m not a man of substance, and so I’ll pretend

To be a wanderer, wondering

Leaving ascetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins”

Since I Saw Vienna

Saint Just:

“You know it takes a lot to move me

So if you figure it out, tell me

I’ll trace figures on your smile lines

Work out formulae to cure me”

La Jolla

Charlotte Robespierre:

“On the path of least resistance

I find myself salting the earth

Every time that I miss you

I feel the way you’ve hurt”

Your Sister Was Right

Lucile Desmoulins:

“The cute bomber jacket you’ve had since sixth form

Adorned with patches of places you’ve been

Is nothing on my khaki coat I got

From a roadside when I was sixteen”

Since I Saw Vienna

Augustin Robespierre:

“It’s been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna

A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face

I’ll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready

And I’ll put down my roots when I’m dead”

Since I Saw Vienna

#I couldn’t decide between a few lyrics for some of them #like Robespierre and Saint Just #I had a few ideas for the lyrics for them but I just settled on those #frev #french revolution #claws out for the main 5 #robespierre #robespierre protection squad #saint just #camille desmoulins #jean paul marat #georges danton #Lucile Desmoulins #charlotte robespierre #augustin robespierre

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YGCMA songs and how they relate to c!Wilbur based off of yesterday’s lore (in my biased opinion)

This is so dumb and i literally don’t care. I can’t think about anything else other than doing this synopsis even tho like 28480329204 other people are going to do it. idc.

(I listened to the songs earlier, and i’m also listening to them as i write the opinions. these are basically just my thoughts while listening tbh. im also not doing the full song, just some things i feel relate within each song)

- Jubilee Line

the lines at the beginning of the song, “hate to see you leaving / a fate worse than dying” could relate to how wilbur feels after tommy gets pulled back into the overworld. or, he could be referencing L’Manburg and how he hates to see his country leaving him (ouch).

then we have the lines “your city gave me asthma / so thats why im fucking leaving / and your water gave me cancer / and the pavements hurt my feelings”. This could be in relation to L’Manburg as a whole. He put everything he had into L’Manburg and it only ended up hurting him in the end. yikes.

now we have “shout at the wall / ‘cause the walls dont fucking love you” repeated. This could be in reference to when he said he was fucking kicking and screaming to get out of the train station. hes screaming and he doesnt care because it doesnt matter to him. it doesnt love him just like how the people of L’Manburg didnt love him. wilbur get therapy challenge.

so based on the lore from yesterday, we know that c!wilbur’s limbo was a train station (props to fanartists. i love you.), presumably the YCGMA album cover type deal. when he sings “Theres a reason / that London puts barriers on the tube line / theres a reason / that London puts barriers on the rails” repeated. if the train station looks like how they do on the album cover, there could be barriers where he is. maybe hes trying his best to just kill himself over again by jumping onto the tracks. just in an attempt to escape. jfc

“theres a reason they fail”. he was still in the train station, wasnt he?

- Saline Solution

for this one, i feel like hes pretty far into the void and regretting his decision to have phil kill him. hes tired of being in a fucking train station for years on end.

“i think this time im dying / im not melodramatic / im just pragmatic beyond any / reasoning for thinking ive got / fuckin rabies or something.” hes so fucking sick of being in this goddamn train station and he thinks hes dying. hes so pent up and sick of being there, maybe hes just in so much pain that he feels like hes dying. if hes been there for a while, hes probably bound to go crazy at some point, hence the “pragmatic beyond any reasoning.”

“I think ive lost my mind / blurring the fact and the fictions” this feels like he really does believe hes going crazy and is mixing up the things he really knows and the things his mind is creating for him. maybe this is when tommy first arrived and he cant tell if he real or not (thats a stretch but i figured id share it anyway.)

“I think ive made my choice / im a deceased playing victim / slip the face, slip the victory” he quite literally says that hes a deceased playing victim. hes literally saying hes dead HAHHAHAH anyway. maybe hes blaming himself again, because us c!wilbur apologists all know that hes very good at doing that.

“Sit secluded in hatred /.../” hes sitting in a fucking train station for god knows how long beating himself up over and over again and just hating himself. hes all alone. with himself. someone he fucking loathes.

this is honestly all i have for Saline Solution, but i will definitely add more later if i get different theories.

- Since I Saw Vienna

This is my favorite song on the album and my comfort song so that could factor into this bit ahaha

im going to skip through this one a little bit and go to the line “The roads are my home, horizons my target / if i keep on moving, never lose sight of it / treating my memory of you like a fire, let it / burn out, don’t fight it, try to move on” this sounds like hes reminiscing on his home in L’Manburg and his presidency was something he relied on and he would fight to get it back, but now that hes dead and said that it should remain that way that he should just let it go. trying to move on from his symphony, forever unfinished.

“its been sixty weeks since i saw vienna / a bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face / ill pick up my hiking boots when i am ready / and ill put down my roots when im dead.” THESE LINES FUCK ME UP IN GENERAL BUT HOW THEY RELATE TO C!WILBUR RN IS JUST SUIBHYSBUSHDXNSKJDNHBD YK???? in the context that vienna is L’Manburg and he died, its saying that its been a long ass time since hes seen it and hes faking being okay about his death. he misses it but doesnt want to admit it. the picking up the hiking boots when hes ready is him moving on from his L’Manburg, and putting his roots down when hes dead is finally being okay with not living there/being an important part of it. he believed his death was the best for the people in L’Manburg and L’Manburg itself. it seems like hes still trying to convince himself.

“Ill be gone then, for when you must be alone.” hes gone. hes dead. hes in the train station. he left the L’Manburgians alone and hes alone in his limbo. man.

- Losing Face

this song is angry. hes so fucking angry. my thoughts are that this is about the following presidents after him. he feels like the L’Manburgians were happier without him and im pretty sure he believed that even when Schlatt was president. this is so evident in the lyric “Is he better than me?” Hes literally asking if the other presidents were better than he was. he doesnt believe he did everything he could to be the best president, even though we all know that he gave everything that he was into that country and then some. he broke himself for the L’Manburg but he doesnt believe hes enough. sheesh.

“Ive seen him / ive been him / ive felt the same way” even though he cant see the new presidents being president, he knows what its like. he knows that they might break under the pressure. hes been there. he knows how if feels. yikes.

“Ive lost all meaning / ive lost my sense of hope” this feels like when he was nearing the end of L’Manburg when he blew it up, and that he feels like trying to win it back is pointless. he has no hope for it anymore, so why not give up? his mental state is already shit yk so i cant really blame him for feeling that way.

“i dont care / i want you here / as long as youre happy, i dont care” this line. this fucking line. hes lost hope in being president, but he doesnt care. he just wants the L’Manburgians to be happy. that was his whole thought process while he was president. he didnt matter to himself, he just wanted them to be happy. he sacrificed his mental state for them. cries in wilbur apologist.

- Your Sister Was Right

this is my second favorite song on the album i think HAHAHAH

anyway

“I use everyone i ever meet / i cant find the perfect match / abuse those i love / while i ostracize the ones who love me / back.” wowie wow wow fucking ouchie. He feels like he uses his friends. this whole thing is a projection of his shit ass mental state rn fucking hell. he feels like hes abusive. thats what everyones been telling him. they tell him he was awful and a shit president and all that jazz even though hes been killing himself trying to be the best for them but its still not enough (pigeon projecting? more likely than you think)

“every time that i miss you / i feel the way you hurt / and i dont deserve you / you deserve the world / though it feels like we were built / from the same dirt.” man. hes dead lol. he misses the L’Manburgians. not only were they his supporters, but they were all his friends too. every time he misses his friends he feels their pain of when he first blew up L’Manburg. he feels like because he caused them all pain that they dont like him and that they never liked him and that he is undeserving of their friendship. he still wants to be friends with them. he still loves them. he still wants the best for them. he thinks theyre so much better than him even though they all created L’Manburg together. in reality they are all the same, but their actions impact each other and he feels that his actions make him worse than them or less than. fuckisonmdfnpbhife

“and i hate to say it / but your sister was right / dont trust english boys / with far too much free time” sister is dream mayhaps. fuckngeionsfjg that hurt sorry uhhh anyway yeah sister is dream?? he did say that wilbur would be a shit president and he believes that hes a shit president so he thinks they were all right about him being a shit president fbhjebinfnejg. maybe sister is just everyone who didnt believe in wilbur. man....

“a fucking waste of time” do i even need to explain this one? he fr doesnt belive hes worth it anymore and that hes literally a waste of time. hjkfbhnfve

- La Jolla

this one feels pretty far into train station limbo to me as well. namely from “and im lonely / there i said it” this could either be him being lonely as president and feeling like he doesnt have anyone to talk to really because hes too busy trying to hold himself together for everyone. either that or hes lonely in the station and didnt want to admit it because this is what he wanted. he wanted to die. he wanted to be dead because he believed thats what everyone else wanted and he just wanted the best for them.

“i could go away / i could pack my things and be gone before you wake” he could leave if they asked him to. he would do anything for them.

“you know ive tried hard to love me too / it always seems to fall in, through” this line already physically pained me but now it hurts even more having to relate it to a character i love. we already know that his mental state was declining as his presidency continued, but this would confirm that hes just trying to love himself even though he can never seem to get it right.

“my own personal sunset” this is just the ‘this is my sunrise’ line but different. my man misses the sun. fuck.

- I’m Sorry Boris

this song is almost definitely from a long ass time in the limbo.

“and im sorry / but, boris / im leaving / im not good for anyone here” boris represents L’Manburgians!! hes talking about how hes leaving the world by planning on killing himself. fuck.

“we reached the end of a decade” mans been dead for a decade. sheesh.

he then goes on to say that he cant believe hes leaving, he doesnt think he wants to leave them, but he thinks its whats best for them.

he talks about how they do all of these bullshit things before helping you and i know its in reference to london but for the sake of my sanity its about the presidency role and how it will fuck you up before bothering to help you not want to kill yourself.

should i do a separate post about how i visualized it/about how i thought about the song in paragraph form like a lowkey explanation? idk how to explain it but in this one i wanted to just cover some of the lyrics of the songs and my thoughts on them. i think c!wilbur wrote these in the limbo after he died. i know this is also shit and Not Good, but i really just needed to get my thoughts out before it killed me. i also didnt reread this. its probably repetitive and shit yk. i do Not Care. id also love to hear thoughts on this if yall want to. if you made it this far i love you please hydrate and eat today and youre so sexy ahaha

“and even though im finished / im not quite done with it” even though hes finishing his symphony by blowing it up, hes now realizing he wished he hadnt blown it up and that he hadnt killed himself. man.

#tw death #tw suicide #wilbur soot #ycgma #dream smp #tommyinnit #dream #c!wilbur #fuck i love this album

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abrillewrites · 4 years

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IF I WERE NIGERIA-- a note to my children

Diamonds to me today. It's been sixty years I broke free from the grip of my white master. I learnt a few from my master and passed it on to my children.

I heard how gruesome childbirth was for some beings and I wasn't so sure of what I was but I was anxious to bear children of my own. I got pregnant and the contractions came. At times, they hit so hard that my adrenaline rush is enough to make me go bunkers. Some births brought tears to my eyes, some caused my anal porter to leak for weeks, some of you had me run short on blood, not to mention the post-natal PTSD. Yet, I stood on the grounds of love and endured the birth not because of how long I had carried you and bore the spite of mothers as they asked, "another child?", "Multiple births?", "Number one million and...?".

From conception, I felt how much light you were coming with. At your first kick, I knew you were coming with a hand of liberty. This joy made it easier for me to allow you all slack my uterus. I allowed some of you have very long chains of offsprings jabbing at my walls almost every year. You all came. I allowed everyone of you suck at my breasts even when they weren't ready to milk. Some of you refused to wean and I've nursed you as sucklings because you have refused to walk or teeth or get a hold of your pee.

All I've done is love, care for and protect you as a mother would.

What have you done to me in return?

Curse me! Spite me!! Beat me!!! Reject me!!!! Deny me!!!!! You go out and come back in without a morsel of bread for your mother. My breasts hurt so much because of the cries of your brother whom you swindled of his last month's earnings. Yes, his greed and covetousness made him want more than he has and your greed and covetousness made you collect his little. I gave you a piece of land and seeds but you came back to say I didn't send you servants and water to have a plantation. I gave you a book yet you complain of the font it's written in.

You are at each other's tails every now and then. Yes! Your noise made me shut my ears to some cries as I needed to catch my breath. You were impatient to learn times and seasons. Damnit!!! I've been mother enough!

I gave you the liberty to believe in your systems and pay dues to whom you deem worthy. Some of you say you wish you were products of my affair with the white master, some of you just want out of my grip. Some of you cringe at the sound of my yawn at 6am. Mother has become ugly.

Today, my diamond jubilee, I know a good number of you won't be at the ball because you say I've given you nothing. I won't be deterred. I've adorned my feet with silver shoes, my head with a golden crown, my left fourth finger has the diamond ring and I'm still wearing my regular regalia. Yes! You got it right. The one with green sleeves and white in between. Yes! The chest is still crested with the Escutcheon for Unity and Faith, Peace and Progress. You may have dampened me but I remain fertile for you to have a plantation when you are ready.

I come in peace the sixtieth time. I won't spit anyone out. Be free to go and come. Be free to believe. Be free to eat. Be free to trade. Be free make. Be free to love. Be free to give. Be free to receive. Be free to pray. Be free with me . Be free to pray for me.

Written with love,

Mama

#my writing #writers on tumblr #nigeria #nigeria at 60 #writers #open starter #poets on tumblr #writersoftwitter #writing inspiration #writers of the future #writersofindia #diamond #jubilee #godbless

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harrenhollaback · 4 years

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20 questions that i will answer until i have done so 20 times

tagged by @livhatesolives 10q canto art buddy!

name: blithe

nicknames: i put “grand empress dowager” as one of my pronouns for a while and now some friends actually call me that which is textbook manifestation

zodiac sign: libra sun! narcissist moon! mom friend rising!

height: 5′2″ in my civilian, 5′8″ in my business

language(s) spoken: english and canto!

nationality: diasporic settler on native land

favorite season: this one, duncan sheik!! sprank!!!!!

favorite flower: blue plumbagos and birds of paradise!

favorite scent: jasmine, bergamot, burnt matches

favorite color: blues make me the happiest! rn it’s #A0C6F9 which is a periwinkley one ( :

favorite fictional characters: arya!!! renly!! rogue!! jubilee!! janet!! ROSA!!!!!

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: THIS QUESTION MAKES ME GO FULL BANSHEE BC I HAVE TO S-C-R-E-A-M ABOUT TEA!! YOU DON’T HAVE *TIME* TO HEAR ME TALK ABOUT TEA CULTURE. THE WAY YOU HOLD A CUP SO THAT IT’S LIKE A PHOENIX CLAW. THE WAY YOU TAP ON THE TABLE TO SIGNIFY BOWING TO EACH OTHER. THE SCENTS, THE STEEPS, THE RITUALS, THE DRAMA OF A BLOOMING FLOWER TEA. YOU JUST DON’T HAVE THE HOURS!!!!!!

average sleep hours: 6-10 and probably closer to six tonight bc i am having an evening jasmine which!! can’t think won’t think!

dog or cat person: cat cat cat how could you not prefer the one that shits in a box and bathes itself

number of blankets you sleep with: one in warm season, 2-5 in cold lol wire me that weighted blanket money man

dream trip: all my travel dreams revolve around family, food, and history. so lima and barranquilla por mi chino latinos and i would be the mooost grateful if a friend could take me to the philippines so i could eat all the seasoned fries

followers: 3 renly stans and a dozen 8x02 truthers

random fact: i tried to make an outfit tik tok this week but it was too hardt. vine had only ONE button and tik tok acts like the elevator from elf. intolerable.

i feel obligated to tag @lightninginabottle0613 bc every iced coffee gay i convert keeps the hellmouth open another sixty years. also i would genuinely like to get to know @angelatwell @meereens @haylleyelite and @ollie-19 if you feel it ( : !

#do this so often it's my tumblr tax return #love!

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small-fortunes · 5 years

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John Wick || Blood of The Raven King

This work of fiction is dedicated under inspiration and by request of @rubydian and the founding concept as published on Twitter by English Sci-Fi/Fantasy author, Matt Dovey

Act One || Scene One || Irreversible

And thus it started, the way it usually does in tales such as these.

With a letter.

On this particular wet August afternoon in New York City, the mailman had been discourteous enough to not wipe off his boots upon the runner carpet that had been rolled out specifically to capture the wet footsteps of guests and visitors going to and from The Continental lobby. Instead, he shook out his high visibility fluro-yellow raincoat with a shower of water that hit the marble floor and the hotel reception counter in a splatter. Some of those wayward, wind chilled droplets struck Charon’s computer monitor. The elegant African American man, in his dark Italian wool suit, offered the wet plastic covered parcel of letters that was unceremoniously slapped atop his counter, a cursory glance before sliding them off the counter top and shaking them into the waste paper basket at his feet. His displeasure did not reflect in his profound features. Rather, he offered the mailman his thanks and fixed him with a poignant glare that seemed to work wonders, for the middle aged mailman gestured vaguely to the general wet mess he made and apologized sheepishly.

“Sorry, Mr. Charon. I didn’t mean to bring the storm in with me.” Charon, the hotel Concierge, softened his features somewhat and replied in his rich accented baritone,

“It is unavoidable. Perhaps, you might shake yourself and the mail out under the awning next time?”

An obvious consideration. The mailman nodded his assent apologetically once more before tapping the brim of his sodden baseball cap in respect, replacing the hood of his raincoat and turning on his heel to march back out into raging storm. Charon watched his receding footfalls for a moment or more before finally seeking to pull out a clean dusting cloth from beneath the counter’s tidy shelves and wipe away the errant droplets from the marble surface and the back of his thin computer screen. Once he was satisfied that all was as it should be, the cloth was replaced and the plastic covered mail satchel was again addressed with his customary care. A silver letter opener that was taken from the hands of a small kneeling iron Roman warrior statue upon the desk made quick work of prying the plastic sheathing apart. Within, dry and protected from the rain, rested an organized and fairly typical arrangement of letters. These included utility bills, insurance reports, tax department assessments, sundry receipts and reconciliation invoices for repairs, maintenance, linen and fresh food and beverage supplies. All of these letters would be addressed in due time, for there was a management and administration process that Charon followed religiously in his years of employed service. And it ensured every article would be considered carefully and addressed appropriately. What was of highest import at this moment was what Charon picked out to be internationally addressed personal mail. These letters arrived with a reliable systematic frequency and were almost always addressed to his employer, the hotel owner/proprietor, Winston. Occasionally he would receive a personally addressed letter as well, but these were few and far between.

There was a very particular letter that he was expecting on this day. It arrived fourth to last in the pile and featured the neat, calligraphic penmanship that was characteristic of a female hand that valued the aesthetic pleasure of ink on paper, compared to type and print labels that were so readily available in this day and age. The stationary the letter was mailed in was of quality off-white paper stock. It featured an Air Mail stamp and beneath it another that presented the face of Queen Elizabeth II for her Sapphire Jubilee. Sixty-five years a reigning British Monarch was an exceptionally long time to reign, even as a figurehead for an entire empire. Charon turned the letter over and noted the sender’s name, ‘Miss Bobby Kent’. Naturally. Roberta, whom had endearingly and playfully always been known to the world as ‘Bobby’ was Winston’s niece.

A charming young woman of thirty-three years of age with sharp blue eyes, a sun kissed complexion and a shock of forcefully tamed frosted mahogany coloured hair. She had grown into a striking young lady post the bloom of her girlhood for as much as Charon remembered. Bobby lived in Essex, England in a peaceful cottage by the countryside that she had inherited from her deceased parents some nine years earlier. After completing her high school education she sought to attend Oxford University, boarding in their slightly cramped and out-dated sorority dormitory for five years as a means of escaping the country life. In truth she wished to live somewhere exciting, like London. But considering her financial garnetour, Winston, was the manager of her family’s estate after his sister’s passing; he was forthcoming in advising that her monthly allowances could not support the exorbitant additional cost of Central London rent without depleting her inheritance substantially. He wished to preserve those funds for as long as was prudently possible, at least, until the day of which Bobby announced her intent for marriage.

Sadly, such proposals with eligible suitors were regular and regularly discouraged. Bobby was a woman of big ambitions, plans and social pursuits in the world of discovery and education. An independent cartographer that specialized in alternative tour guide manuals that celebrated and relegated geographic explorational pursuits in breathtaking exotic landscapes and oceans across at least six of the seven continents. An impressive feat of achievement for a such an academic lady and her fellow organized crew. Winston had suggested archaeology and ruins preservation was another ample field of study that he hoped Bobby would consider for employment. Unfortunately, a Peruvian cartel of ex-mining gangsters with designs upon North American narcotics trade saw her exciting life of travel and adventure cut short. Bobby was captured, as a bargaining chip, imprisoned, tortured for eight, painstaking days and put to ransom in a gory array of eight millimeter video footage that arrived on Winston’s desk in the midst of a frantic police investigation for missing persons. The investigation was heavily handled, media suppressed and eventually filed as a cold case. The gang cartel in question, with their methamphetamine inundation was infiltrated; and quietly picked off. Neutralized. By a gentleman that was said to be a ghost of myth and legend. His origins confused. Russian? Belarusian? Ukraian perhaps? Some even ventured, Italian; for he had noted affiliations across a council known as The High Table. And there were twelve councilors there that were international Crime Lords, owners of cartels, arrangements and syndicates that dated back some many hundreds of years. Holders of honour and tradition. Corrupt and wayward as much of it may have been considered, there was purpose and method to their madness. War was something that happened. It was corrected. Acknowledged. Crushed where possible in hopes of peace. Continual fire prevents germination of the new growing forest. If all the soldiers are dead, there is no army. And without an army, of what are you a leader, a general, a king?

Bobby never saw the face of the man that had saved her. She never even learned his name. But when she recovered from her coma and years of intensive therapy, she sought out her Uncle and began to ask him some very direct questions. Questions that related to his historical origin. Questions that related to his business enterprise. Questions that related to his religious, moral and ethical fibers. Questions that parsed his psychological profile into theoretical components, that precipitated into a murky conclusion that she was finally relieved to comprehend, even in an unclarified and subsumed level. The revelation did not leave her suffering as deeply as she thought she would.

“You’re a mob boss, aren’t you, Uncle? One of those impossible underground criminals that runs this hotel as a front for terrorists and black market trade. Am I right?”

“….Well…. Roberta,”

“Bobby.”

“Bobby…” He corrected, on knee-jerk reaction, “It’s not quite that cut and dry nor that sinister to be honest, darling.”

“Don’t you darling me, old man! You’re full of horse shit! They knew about you! About what you were capable of! Of the class of people… creatures… beasts you surround yourself with. And they found me, and bled me to get a reaction out of you! What did they ransom me for, hm?”

“Bobby, please, I need you to calm down-”

“You fucking calm down! You bastard! Before mother died she promised me you would look after me. That you’d care for me, make sure I wouldn’t be led astray. I thought she meant just boys and drugs and wild parties! I had no idea she would entrust me into the hands of a lunatic black-market hoon! You disgust me! I wish I was never born into this wretched family! I had plans once! Dreams… now look at me!”

“Bobby…” Winston breathed. His eyes glazing over dangerously from behind his reading glasses that he finally removed so as he could bury his head into his hands.

“Oh and now you weep! Collapsed lung, crushed skull, they took a kidney and I’ll never walk properly again with this spine injury. Every day of my life for two years has been an endless agony of horror and torment. Because of you! Because of your twisted, depraved fucking empire of criminals and darkness.”

“YOU’RE WRONG ROBERTA! IT’S BECAUSE OF ME THAT YOU’RE STILL ALIVE!” The elder gentleman snapped at last, losing his temper within the confines of his guilt ridden sadness.

“…I don’t call this alive. Not even remotely.” She whispered in her compounded sorrow. She’d long since promised herself she’d never cry in front of another human being again.

“I want you to tell me what you know. No ifs… no buts… no lies.. No bullshit. I want everything. I want the truth. Because you owe me this.”

“Roberta-”

“Bobby.”

“Bobby… If I do this…thing… you ask of me… If I drag you into this world… As you are right now… You need to understand, that there’s no going back. Ever.”

“Just as well. My scars are irreversible, Uncle Winston. You gave me this life, be it by divine providence or bad fucking luck. But I’m in it now. The least you can do; is show me how to live.”

Winston considered his options for a very long time that day. He considered everything that he thought would be just and ethical and compared it to everything he knew would be considered immoral, unjust and socially perverse. He looked deeply into his niece’s eyes. He read her, the pieces of her he wished he’d never have to see. He found himself, for the first time in his life, praying. Wishing that his sister would not have burdened him with this young woman. So that he might have saved her from the trauma of the world around her. This was why he’d never married. Nor had children. So as he could rule an empire that would not fall to complication when the genuinely innocent are caught in the crossfire of havoc and fury that does not concern them.

Winston considered his options for a very long time that day. And after that long time; he made his decision.

And he told Roberta Kent, aka 'Bobby’, everything.

Act One || Scene Two || Letters of Warning

Charon concluded his administration processing with his customary efficiency, until his relief management staff took the front desk and permitted him complete the day’s hand over seamlessly. A final glance around the foyer with its range of ambling guests waiting out the rain or waiting on friends and colleagues, revealed that at least on the surface, this oasis of calm and civility was very much still in working order and could do without his vigilance for at least an hour or more. With a smile at the uniformed ladies that had taken his place at reception, he sought to attend the lounge that was relatively quiet at this hour of the day. Sure enough, he discovered his friend, colleague and employer, Winston, seated at the lounge by the fireplace, sipping at a steaming tea cup and decoding possibilities for the crossword puzzle that '12 Down’ was occupying him with.

"Good afternoon, Sir.” Began Charon by way of greeting. Winston looked up over his reading glasses and put down his pen, fixing his Concierge, friend and colleague with a smile. He’d already noted the letter in Charon’s slender fingers and was expecting its arrival hourly.

“Ahh! Charon, welcome, pull up some leather. Have a sit down won’t you?” He indicated the tobacco coloured chesterfield lounge before him on the opposite end of the fireplace separated by a provincial coffee table. Charon complied with a smile, grateful to be off his feet for a moment. The morning had been busy and the afternoon had finally worked into a lull that said sitting down was a very good idea.

“That letter you have there, Bobby, I take it?” Winston asked with a quirk of his brow.

“Bobby.” Charon replied with a curt nod. He leaned over the coffee table and placed the letter beside Winston’s teacup. The elder gentleman folded down his newspaper and set it aside. He took another sip of his tea and waved for the bar hand to bring another cup. The uniformed woman in her pink blouse and black pencil skirt took stock of Winston’s guest and arrived immediately on rapid footsteps to set down a fresh teacup before Charon. She served him then. That fragrant bergamot Earl Gray with notes of lemon and rose petal that was just delightful. Both gentlemen thanked the young lady and waited for her retreat to the bar before continuing their conversation. Winston picked up the letter and used his pen to break apart the top of the sealed envelope.

“Second one this fortnight.” Winston commented as he freed the thick, quality paper from its confines.

“I do hope the young lady is keeping well.” Charon commented. He meant it too. He thought Bobby’s adventures prior to her misfortunes were magnificent. He had many of her travel guides in his personal collection and found her photographs to be spectacular.

“We’ll soon find out.” Winston replied as he unfolded the letter and took a moment to appreciate the blue ink and cursive hand that was so characteristic of his niece.

He read:

Dear Uncle Winston,

I do hope you’re keeping well, all things considered. The weather in London is not as terrible as everyone would have you believe. If anything the heat is every reason to keep indoors and just as well, I’ve been in mostly air-conditioned luxury more or less. Spending a great deal of time in and out of the houses of University scholars and other learned ladies and gentlemen that have been spending the better part of two hundred years compiling research in the form of accounts comprised as to the reason for true magic having disappeared from the streets of England. As per my previous letters to you, I am determined to follow them as deeply down this rabbit hole as I dare. There are less honorable pursuits by which a woman might entertain her time. I might add that I’m recently returned from Harlech Castle in Wales where my research has opened out some spectacular and purely mind-blowing avenues.

As always, I’m still very much following an elusive lead for the legend of a man known as 'Brân the Blessed’ from as far back as the 14th century. They say he was the first incarnation of the legend for the anthromophic personification known as 'The Raven King’, objectively, disappeared from the human/mortal plane in 1389 but made reappearances in unusual circumstances at many points that are heavily contested, both for and against, throughout history. The latest resurgence appears to be in 1847 and then again as late as early 1975.

There are pieces of this puzzle that are missing, Uncle Winston. Pieces that I’m determined to gather and engage.

My latest research has revealed that this legend has had appearances all over the world. For what could be considered charitable and extortive reasons. Some of the learned underground call him 'John Uskglass’, The Black King, The King of the North. I’m not convinced that his origins or disappearance from the mortal plane are as extravagant as I’ve been told. There is more going on beneath the surface. More that I have learned, that I have uncovered or been told.

Uncle, I need you to know that this legend has tendrils as far into the gypsy clans of Russia and beyond. Across Belarus, Poland and the Slovak nations. There is a story that I’ve been following, and you may think it mad, but I’m telling you, the world which we perceive around us and the plane of existence that we may traverse in dreams holds the key to secrets that are beyond mortal comprehension. That does not mean they do not exist. I know you’ve been discouraging my line of work, but I have been told, by our mutual friend that you alone in your hotel may possess the key that I’ve been looking for. This 'Raven King’… this fairy… fae… however you wish to spell it, is real. This legend of a man, or creature that moves in and out of shadows and takes with him the souls of the living, is more than just a myth. Our mutual friend tells me that you know him personally. That were it not for him, on that night so many years ago, I may not have lived to write this letter I do you today.

Uncle, I plan on visiting you shortly. In fact, I have booked the next plane to New York arriving Friday, 16th at 4'o clock. If perhaps you might arrange for a car to come collect me from the airport, I should be very grateful. I will call you before I board my service and again when I touch down. I don’t mean to intrude on your personal space, but if I could request your hospitality for the duration of my stay, I should be very grateful and will naturally pay my own way. I am due to meet my old crew mates Connie Barker and Nate Serville who are traveling from Los Angeles and mean to rendezvous in New York to take in the sights and sounds. They will act as my guides and have shared in much of my research, as you already know.

I look forward to seeing you, Uncle Winston. I have missed you terribly. We parted on inamicable terms last time I visited, and I have told you I am very sorry. Unfortunately, my history and unintentional involvement in affairs that should not have concerned me have left me bitter. I do want to make amends. And you’ve never let me down. But for now, Uncle, I beg your honesty one last time. I’m coming to you again for answers.

Answers I know you have.

My love and good tidings,

Your adoring niece,

Bobby

The elder gentlemen set down the letter with a heavy sigh. Charon, whom was nursing his teacup and enjoying the flickering flames of the gas fire looked up in question.

“Sir?” He inquired quietly. Reading his old friend’s disquiet expression.

“When it doesn’t rain,” Winston began, handing Charon the letter. The younger, dark skinned gentleman took the paper and absorbed the ink letters with a practiced eye.

“It pours.” He rejoined, some few minutes later, folding the letter down and handing it back to Winston who replaced it in its envelope. It would join the thick pile in his locked writing desk drawer where every other correspondence from his niece lived.

“Shall I prepare a suite of rooms for the young lady?” Was his first question. Although it didn’t need to be asked. Every other visitation for years had seen Bobby cloistered safely within the finest apartments The Continental had to offer. Winston and Charon had taken professional pride in ensuring the young woman had been accommodated in a luxury that her otherwise provincial countryside English manor or the myriad of rustic campsites had not afforded. Never a “tall poppy”, Bobby maintained a genuinely likeable, down-to-earth personality that saw her often saying things like:

“You needn’t go through so much trouble for me, Uncle, honestly. A blanket by the kitchen hearth on the floor is good enough.” or

“A single room with three other girls will do, Uncle. I lived in university dorms for the better part of my young adult life. I’m not adverse to sharing.”

These sentiments were all very sweet and well-natured, but that just wasn’t how business was done as far as Winston or Charon were concerned. They had standards. Their hotel was the bespoke Gold Class in international and local accommodation. Their rooms were almost always fully booked, all year round with underground professionals as well as local and touring civilians. Even so, there were always reserved room suites that were maintained on various levels and marked as “Private Residence”. These were withheld from the public and were always set to accommodate family and friends, friends of friends, staff and their relations or on exceptional and frequent occasion, the absolute royalty of the criminal underbelly. Gold coins exchanged hands. Room keys were given. No business was allowed. Winston had already lived through a recent excommunication mandated by his order. The price of its completion had been high. He still regretted pulling the trigger on that pistol. When the body of his friend was not recovered from the streets below, he had glowered in a semblance of hope. The Adjudicator and her department of vipers retreated to the bowels of whatever circle of hell they came from. But not without warning.

As far as he was concerned, they could shove their warning some place largely uncomfortable. He wasn’t about to fold to the ideals or criticisms of a faceless organization for which he had little to impart upon. He was New York. Had been for almost forty years. And he wasn’t about to give it up now.

So when the ghost, known as “The Boogeyman” resurfaced upon his doorstep some three months later, with a fire in his eyes and a woman at his side, he ensured the premium penthouse suite was at their disposal. Through correspondence in England, from The White Tower of London, he learned a great power shift had recently come into play. And that woman, that “The Boogeyman” was escorting was in fact now the owner of England’s council seat of The High Table. Royalty.

Yes.

He was accustomed to accommodating royalty. Charon had informed him that Mr. Wick and Lady Clayton had taken an extended residence and requested their penthouse be serviced only under express request. Otherwise, they were to be left perpetually undisturbed. Mr. Wick had his beloved dog, that charming charcoal blue coloured Pit Bull Terrier that simply answered to 'Boy’ and 'Dog’ follow at his side along with the Lady that dressed in black and was held at his arm. Charon had noted that Mr. Wick now wore a ring that was not of the same origin as his wedding band, but to those learned underworld on-lookers had the same weight if not more. It was a black onyx stone framed in sterling silver and emblazoned on its surface was the ancient caduceus symbol. That ring, was a symbol of amnesty and regal entitlement. It meant he had been selected as the royal consort to the new grey queen of the English underworld. Lady Clayton, ethereal, removed and strikingly otherworldly, with deep green eyes and a piercing demeanor, had superseded her predecessor in a blood feud that had ended the lives of hundreds so as she might have ascended the throne. The grapevine called her “The Reluctant Queen”, for she had requested abdication of the council seat at The High Table, citing emotional and physiological instability to be her primary point of contention. The Department of the Adjudicator did not care for her confessions. They cared about establishing stability until her use was fulfilled and a suitable replacement to absorb her criminal enterprise across London could be secured. She may well have been a holder of a seat upon The High Table, but she did not treat the honour with the respect which others felt the council so readily deserved. It was said she had help, in her blood feud. That Mr. Wick had absconded from American soil on her commission soon after Winston’s betrayal. That war was once more brewing on the streets of New York. Simmering beneath the surface. Coming, like the gathering storm. Across the water. Torrential, like the rain that very afternoon. The ground was due to give way again. And so many would be sucked down into the abyss for which they would never return.

He had no choice but serve his duty. For Lady Clayton, entered the hotel with her retainer, Mr. Wick, and paid an exorbitant price for the privilege of their isolation from the world around them. And he was wearing her ring. The ring of the Royal Consort. The caduceus symbol that meant he was now a “kept man” under the protection of England’s latest grey queen. Protected. Revered. Coveted. Retired.

It suited him, Winston had said, when he met his old friend in the lounge some many days later. But Mr. Wick was hesitant to respond with anything that looked like even forced cordial civility. His eyes had seemingly changed colour as well. Winston was positive, in the years of which he had known Johnathan, that the middle-aged assassin both before and after his marriage to Helen, had eyes of a deep and compassionate chocolate brown. They seemed to capture you, entrap you. Bring you into the moment of focus that was otherwise so readily able to slip away.

He actually wondered if he was very much mistaken. For that night when he attended Mr. Wick’s table, as he was seated alone and nursing a glass of top shelf whiskey, his eyes appeared a great deal lighter. In actual fact, they were a startling, almost inhumane shade of green. Green, and the iris ringed in a perfect circle of black. Almost a horror to behold. As if… as if his eyes were a mirror of the demons and vampires found in literature and film. Were they coloured contacts? He meant to ask. And his ring finger on his left hand… was missing. Cut away entirely from the second knuckle joint. His wedding band gone. Though the discoloured mark that was left behind after five years of marriage meant the memory of his wedding vows would never fade.

The questions he meant to ask died in his throat. Along with his better judgment. Mr. Wick was never one for many words. As he was now, whiskey glass in hand. Missing his ring finger, his wedding band.. wearing a new ring of the Royal Consort and those eyes… those eyes that were positively burning, inhuman. Like, something had torn free and blazed in the fire of irresistible resurrection. He thanked his old friend for his patronage. He withdrew from the table and attended his rooms, locking the doors and bolting them heavily behind him. The shutters in his windows were down. And the lights were reduced to a single reading lamp. He’d slept fitfully that night. And with one eye opened.

It was Mr. Wick’s shadow that had disconcerted him more than anything. For he could have sworn that the man’s shadow as he sat reflected by the firelight of the lounge, set across the floor to appear as though he had the wings of a massive, impossible moth… or perhaps a butterfly. And he’d stood for a moment, rooted to the floor. Horrified. Watching that shadow. Those wings. They moved. Beating the air silently. Pulsing. Once… Twice… Three times… Could it be so? That this man was the harbinger of doom? Had The Raven King returned to possess and destroy those whom would have wronged him? Stolen from him? Killed from him?

“Goodnight, Winston.” Mr. Wick had said. His voice, rich and deep snapped him from his tormented reverie, he looked up and almost stammered,

“Yes… Enjoy your stay, at The Continental.” He looked back down. The shadow of those wings were gone.

It was just his old friend Johnathan Wick, sitting at his table, nursing his whiskey glass. His eyes were still the colour of rich coffee that they had always been. But his ring finger was still missing. As was his wedding band. He nodded his goodnight. And walked away.

Now Winston sighed again, nodding to Charon and wishing very much that Bobby’s timing could have been a great deal better. Sooner than Mr. Wick and Lady Clayton’s arrival, or in fact later, once the couple had left his hotel entirely to disperse into the underground. Back into the cold city streets or away back to England where Mr. Wick had been commissioned to rule, off field, as an overseer at the side of the Lady Judeth Clayton. There was something wrong with them. The pair were both strikingly unnatural. The air grew colder around them when they were together. And the guests hesitated to sit so close. The couple spoke in hushed tones to each other. In different languages. French. Italian. Sometimes Russian. It was something about their eyes. They appeared like mirrors. Reflecting the sins of the world. In blood and torment. You could almost hear the screams of the dying and smell the acrid iron of spilled blood. Darkness… dark magic. John Wick, Excommunicato Survivor and Judeth Clayton, The Reluctant Queen. What a pair they made. And they were here. Now. Upstairs in their penthouse overlooking the fountains and gardens. Away from the street. The entire top floor was vacated for the honour of their accommodation and would remain so as long as they stayed on in his hotel.

His maids had complained that 'Dog’ growled at them when they attempted to take on their cleaning duties of the rooms. And that Lady Clayton was often seen at her dressing table, with a great ball python coiled about her arms and lap, whispering, speaking words of unintelligible origin as she looks on into the depths of her mirror. That the maid had noted the room was cold… freezing cold, although the thermostat was turned up to its highest heat setting. And that Lady Clayton’s reflection did not meet her in the mirror. That something horrible was there instead. A blackness… a murky forest or swamp. The Lady did not respond when called to or prayed to, or upon. The maid ran from the room screaming. Insisting they needed an exorcist or at least, a priest. That penthouse suite was unholy.

Winston had no choice but to retire these maids under stress leave. There was too much pressure building around his returned guests.

And now Bobby was coming to New York. Merely three days away. Another problem to compound his already growing list of extremely provoking concerns. “Perhaps, Charon, you might put Bobby and her friends in the vacant Queen Suite on level five, near Mrs. Rainthrope and her charming granddaughter. Room Five-Twelve, I think.”

Charon nodded to this sentiment but returned with his own admission,

“Don’t you think, Sir, it might be more prudent to put her on level eleven? Rooms One Hundred and One and One Hundred and Two are vacant and closer to Mr. Cesknoc and Ms. Halloway, being as she is, now consumed of our line of work….” He let the thought hang in the air. And Winston absorbed it with his thoughtful eyes. But did not agree.

“No, my old friend, I don’t think so. If anything, I’m certain Bobby would better appreciate the normality of being surrounded by harmless civilians. Just because she’s now privy to the arrangements under which we operate, does not mean we now have license to embroil her or her friends any deeper into this cesspit of darkness than is absolutely necessary. Not that I don’t appreciate your foresight. Her protection is paramount. Especially now more-so as she refuses to desist with her investigation of the other side as it were.” He paused here, to drink the remainder of his Earl Gray tea before setting down his teacup and pushing it on its porcelain saucer aside.

“No, I think, Room Five-Twelve beside Mrs. Rainthrope and her granddaughter, Shirley, will be just fine. If we’re lucky, the two ladies might become friends and they might seek to move on their American tour together. And Bobby might be so good as to leave this notion of the other side behind.”

Charon also finished his tea as he listened to his employer’s logic. He dared to pro-offer the crux of Winston’s concerns as he said,

“You’re worried about Mr. Wick and Lady Clayton, aren’t you, Sir?”

There was silence between the old friends for a long series of heartbeats. Winston collected his pen and his paper and reading glasses and straightened himself, getting to his feet and taking Bobby’s letter into his coat pocket.

“Worried? That’s a mild way of putting it, Charon. The cleaning staff are calling for exorcists before even considering the option of entering their rooms. I’d say, unequivocally terrified, is a more accurate summation of it. Alas, Que Sera, sera.” He finished finally.

The two old friends exchanged a knowing glance that spoke more than the words they each held in their hearts.

They were both, deep down, very sorry that Bobby had been caught in the crossfire of a world that never concerned her. It had almost killed her, that day, so many years ago. And Winston was given the choice, whilst she was in a coma, advised that her quality of life was greatly deteriorating. As her last and only next of kin, would he consider turning off her life support? He deliberated deeply for days and nights at her bedside. And finally whispered into his niece’s ear.

“There are some things, in this world, that are worth fighting for, Roberta. Some things that are worth dying for. But this, darling girl… this lapse in judgment is not it. Come back, sweetheart. Your time’s not up yet. If you can hear me, Bobby… And I’m sure you can… Come back.”

And so, Roberta 'Bobby’ Kent, was coming back to New York City. She had plans to visit her Uncle Winston in The Continental. She had survived her ordeal. And she had become obsessed with the myths and legends of a man that was said to have left the human world in anything but a blaze of glory. It was said this man was reincarnated from time to time. To come from the depths of the underworld, to appear, to live, to change and influence events and then to disappear into the ether, as though he had never been. And never was.

They said, in the recent folklore, that this man, moved in shadows and served a power unlike anything the underworld had ever seen. That he had “got out” once. That he retired… and took on a married life, with a beautiful woman named Helen. That his life had changed when she had passed away. That in actual fact, the day she died, he’d gone with her. To the land of the other side. But he was caught. Trapped upon a bridge that would never end. No shore in sight. He walked on and on and on and called her name. Helen… Helen… He was driven… By the sound of beating wings. But this bridge… The was no ground beneath it… No opposite bank he could discern. And no way to turn back the way he had come. Was this purgatory? To carry on… forever? Chasing the memory of a loved one? Chasing the sound of beating wings?

A good man had died on that night. And left behind a ghost. A shade. A dark angel… Black blood. Risen from the banks of the earth and disconnecting life one bullet at a time. He was bound back into service. A blood oath marker that he fulfilled. Unwillingly. He came back for love. But it was not him that returned to the mortal plain to fight on. To keep living the life of which he had been pardoned, so as he could remember what he had forgotten. The life he had once lived. The love he had once shed.

They said, John Wick was no longer a man. That he had gone to the other side and stayed there. That the woman… Judeth Clayton… she was not even human anymore. The blood she had shed to bind his soul to the earthly plain had been enough to topple a whole empire.

The old legends… The folklore. It had said to watch for the change in their eyes. For there are those amongst us whose eyes are green. But there are shades of green of Dutch and French origin. Those are neither here nor there.

It’s the others that you watch for. The ones whose eyes are green like the deepest, darkest forest with no end. Like the eyes of demons, mirrors into a non-reflective soul… And you can feel the air grow colder around them. And you can smell the scent of iron and blood. And animals would go out of their way to protect them. And mirrors do not show their reflections. And that you must watch their shadows. For the shadows are honest and true. And they show the beating of wings. Like a butterfly… or a great, massive moth.

It rained that day in New York City.

It rained.. but you could hear the cries of ravens in the air. In the distance.

It shouldn’t have been like this.

Ever.

But it was.

JW. || Blood of the Raven King Uncut

This work is dedicated to all my fellow John Wick fans all over the world, no matter where you are. This is an unusual supernatural/alternative universe cross over request. Constructed solely on a prompt and some beautiful artwork as supplied by our friend @rubydart; who, along with a Tweet by author Matt Dovey in May of 2019 suggested that if John Wick was a Fae of Folklore, he would:

Only works for favours, tallied through gold coins

Can be bound by blood promises against his will

Lives in the world unseen by passers-by

Values sacred ground and rituals

Has a special bond with animals

Does not tire or feel pain as a human would

The other fairies speak in awed tones of him as the only one to “get out” through sheer strength of will he crossed over into our world for the love of a human

Can only be harmed by weapons containing iron

Each of these are elements I hope to bring into the story in time. As an organic free-form writer, I work on a concept and let it build into something beautiful. The following Two Scenes for Act One are a precursor for the future. There is a whole host of inspirations and concepts that I’ve every intention to give credit to in a proper bibliography in time. For now, I ask you, the readers, to write in with your thoughts and feelings on the work. Would you like to see more? Has this story excited you? Do you enjoy the characters? Feel free to like and share this work with your friends and fellow John Wick fans, making sure you link me back with a credit. If you wish to leave a review, I’m always reading what is left behind. Would you like me to tag you for latest updates? Please send me a direct message via Tumblr messenger or an Ask request. I’ll make sure you’re added to my list.

With Love and Peace,

L.G. Spider

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Let us begin again ringing in the New Year here in Rapture. Here’s a little tribute based off Johnny Dombrowski’s marvelous illustration though with a slightly older Wurlitzer model instead. Those new Bubbler jukeboxes always seem to jam and play only a few seconds of a song.

As always, we’ll take this time to remember Patti Page, singer of “Doggie in the Window” who also passed away on New Year’s Day.

We’re celebrating another 10th anniversary of a sister game this year with Fallout 3 and a new set of sounds wafting in from Appalachia.

See if your favorite record, 8-track, cassette, or wax cylinder was featured this year:

BioShock

"Bei Mir Bist du Schön" - Andrews Sisters - Decca Records 1562

"Bei Mir Bist du Schön" - Andrews Sisters - Decca Records 23605 (reissue)

"It's Bad for Me" - Rosemary Clooney and Benny Goodman - Columbia Records 40616

"Papa Loves Mambo" - Perry Como - RCA Victor Records 20-5857

"20th Century Blues" - Noël Coward - Columbia Records ML 5163

"The Party's Over Now" (1959) - Noël Coward - Columbia Records ML 5163

"Wrap Your Troubles in Dreams" - Bing Crosby - Victor Records 22701

"Beyond the Sea" - Bobby Darin - ATCO Records 45-6158

"Night and Day" - Billie Holiday - Columbia Records 3044 (reissue)

“The Best Things in Life are Free” - Ink Spots - Decca Records 24327

"If I Didn't Care" - Ink Spots - Decca Records 2286

"Danny Boy" - Mario Lanza - The Magic of Mario Lanza - Heartland Music HL 1046/50

“Danny Boy” anniversary revisit 2015 “Danny Boy” anniversary revisit 2016 “Danny Boy” anniversary revisit 2017

“(How Much is That) Doggie in the Window” (1966) - Patti Page - Columbia Records CS 9326 (in-game version)

"The Doggie in the Window" (1953) - Patti Page - Mercury Records 70070 (original version)

"You're the Top" (1934) - Cole Porter - Victor Records 24766 (original version)

"La Mer" - Django Reinhardt and Stéphane Grappelli - Djangology RCA RGP-1186 (reissue)

Cohen’s Quadtych: “Academy Award” vs. “The Ballroom Waltz”

"Academy Award" - Stanley Black - Music De Wolfe DW/LP 2977

“Too Young” - Nat King Cole - Capitol Records 1449

"Just Walking in the Rain" - Johnnie Ray - Columbia Records 40729

"Waltz of the Flowers"

Looking for BioShock’s Django Reinhardt

BioShock 2

"Ten Cents a Dance" - Ruth Etting - Columbia Records 2146D

"Dawn of a New Day" - Horace Heidt and his Musical Knights - Brunswick Records 8313

"It's Only a Paper Moon" - Ella Fitzgerald - Decca Records 23425

BioShock 10th Anniversary Revisit and Eclipse

"Someone's Rocking My Dream Boat" - Ink Spots - Decca Records 4045

"We Three (My Echo, My Shadow and Me)" - Ink Spots - Decca Records 3379

"I'm Making Believe" - Ink Spots with Ella Fitzgerald - Decca Records 23356

"Bei Mir Bist du Schon" - Benny Goodman with Martha Tilton - The Famous 1938 Carnegie Hall Jazz Concert Columbia Records ML 4359

“Hush, Hush, Hush, Here Comes the Bogey Man“ - Henry Hall and his Orchestra with Val Rosing - Columbia Records FB 2816

"Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition" - Kay Kyser - Columbia Records 36640

“You Always Hurt the One You Love” - Mills Brothers - Decca Records 18599

"Paper Doll" - Mills Brothers - Decca Records 18318

"Dream" - The Pied Pipers - Capitol Records 185

"Chasing Shadows" - Quintette du Hot Club de France - Royale Records 1798

"Nightmare" (1938) - Artie Shaw - Bluebird Records B-7875 (in-game version)

“Nightmare” (1937) - Art Shaw and his New Music - Vocalion Records 4306 (re-recording)

"Nobody Knows You When You're Down and Out" - Bessie Smith - Parlophone Records R2481

Father’s Day in Rapture

"Daddy Won't You Please Come Home" - Annette Hanshaw - Velvet Tone Records 1940V

"My Heart Belongs to Daddy" - Mary Martin - Brunswick Records 8282

"Daddy's Little Girl" (1976) - Mills Brothers - Ranwood Records R-8152 (in-game version)

"Daddy's Little Girl" (1950) - Mills Brothers - Decca Records 24872 (original version)

BioShock Infinite

"Ain't She Sweet" - Ben Bernie - Brunswick Records 3444

"Button Up Your Overcoat" - Helen Kane - Victor Records 21863

"(What Do We Do on a) Dew-Dew-Dewey Day" - Charles Kaley - Columbia Records 1055D

"Indian Love Call" - Sigmund Krumgold - Okeh Records 40904

"Me and My Shadow" - Sam Lanin - Lincoln Records 2628

"Black Gal" - Ed Lewis with unidentified prisoners (recorded by Alan Lomax)

"I'm Wild About That Thing" - Bessie Smith - Columbia Records 14427D

"Makin' Whoopee!" - Rudy Vallée - Harmony Records 825-H

The Cylinders of BioShock Infinite

"Shine On, Harvest Moon" - Ada Jones and Billy Murray - Edison Standard Record 10134

"The Bonnie Blue Flag" - Polk Miller - Edison Blue Amberol Record 2175

"After You've Gone"

"The Easy Winners"

"Solace - A Mexican Serenade"

“Just a Closer Walk with Thee” - Elizabeth’s version

“Just a Closer Walk with Thee” - Selah Jubilee Singers - Decca Records 7872

“The Grand Old Rag” - Billy Murray - Victor Records 4634

Albert Fink's Magical Melodies Presents: "God Only Knows"

“Ah! La femme il n’y que ça“ - Mon. A. Fertinel - Improved Berliner Gramophone Record 1148

“God Only Knows” - The Beach Boys - Capitol Records 5706

"Fortunate Son" - Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fantasy Records 634

Burial at Sea

Episode 1

The Complete Records Behind the Music

"Midnight, The Stars and You" - Al Bowlly - Victor Records 24700

"She's Got You" - Patsy Cline - Decca Records 31354

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" - Johnny Mathis - Columbia Records 40784

"The Lady is a Tramp" - Mel Tormé - London American Recordings HL N.8305

"Tonight for Sure!" - Ruth Wallis - Wallis Original Record Corp. 2001

"Stranger in Paradise"

Episode 2

The Complete Records Behind the Music

"Back in Baby's Arms" - Patsy Cline - Decca Records 31483

"Easy to Love" - Sammy Davis Jr. - Starring Sammy Davis Jr. Decca Records DL 8118

"Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree" - Glenn Miller - Bluebird Records B-11474

"La Vie en Rose" - Édith Piaf - Columbia Records 4004-F

“La Vie en Rose” (English version) - Édith Piaf - Columbia Records 38948

“La Vie en Rose” in 2007′s BioShock

"The Great Pretender" - The Platters - Mercury Records 70753

"You Belong to Me"

Fallout 2

"A Kiss to Build a Dream On" - Louis Armstrong - Decca Records 27720

Fallout 3 (Galaxy News Radio)

"Civilization" - Andrews Sisters and Danny Kaye - Decca Records 23940

“Butcher Pete (Part 1)” - Roy Brown - De-Luxe Records 3301

“Crazy He Calls Me” - Billie Holiday - Decca Records 24796

"I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire" - Ink Spots - Decca Records 3987

"Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall" - Ink Spots and Ella Fitzgerald - Decca Records 23356

“Swing Doors” - composed by Allan Gray - Charles Brull - A Harmonic Private Recording CBL 37

“Jazzy Interlude” - composed by Billy Munn - Charles Brull - A Harmonic Private Recording CBL 37

"Anything Goes" (1934) - Cole Porter - Victor Records 24825 (original version)

Fallout: New Vegas (Radio New Vegas, Mojave Music Radio, Black Mountain Radio)

"It's a Sin" - Eddy Arnold - RCA Victor Records 10-2241

"Jingle Jangle Jingle" - Kay Kyser - Columbia Records 36604

“It’s a Sin to Tell a Lie” (1979) - Ink Spots (Bill Kenny) - CBS Special Products P 18042 (in-game version)

“It’s a Sin to Tell a Lie” (1941) - Ink Spots - Decca Records (original version)

“Why Don’t You Do Right” (1950) - Peggy Lee with the Dave Barbour Quartet- Peggy Lee’s Greatest - Camay Records CA 3003 (in-game version)

“Why Don’t You Do Right (Get Me Some Money Too)” (1947) - Peggy Lee - Rendezvous with Peggy Lee - Capitol Records 10118 (re-recording)

“Why Don’t You Do Right” (1942) - Peggy Lee with Benny Goodman and his Orchestra - Columbia Records 36652 (re-recording)

"Big Iron" - Marty Robbins - Columbia Records 4-41589

“Blue Moon” - Frank Sinatra - Sinatra’s Swingin’ Session! - Capitol Records W1491

“Orange Colored Sky” - Nat King Cole - Capitol Records 1184

Fallout 4 (Diamond City Radio)

“Butcher Pete (Part 2)” - Roy Brown - De-Luxe Records 3301

“Orange Colored Sky” - Nat King Cole - Capitol Records 1184

“Pistol-Packin’ Mama - Bing Crosby and the Andrews Sisters - Decca Records 23277

“The Wanderer” - Dion - Laurie Records 3115

“Sixty-Minute Man - The Dominoes - Federal Records 12022

“Atom Bomb Baby” - The Five Stars - Kernel Records A002

“It’s All Over But the Crying” - Ink Spots - Decca Records 24286

“Grandma Plays the Numbers” - Wynonie Harris - King Records 4276

“Personality” - Johnny Mercer - Capitol Records 230

"The End of the World” - Patti Page - Say Wonderful Things - Columbia Records CS 8849

Fallout 76 (Appalachia Radio)

“Wouldn’t It Be Nice” - The Beach Boys - Capitol Records 5706

"Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition" - Kay Kyser - Columbia Records 36640

"We Three (My Echo, My Shadow and Me)" - Ink Spots - Decca Records 3379

Guardians of the Galaxy

"I'm Not in Love" - 10cc - Mercury Records (Phonogram) 73678 (abridged)

"Fooled Around and Fell in Love" - Elvin Bishop - Capricorn Records CPS 0252 (abridged)

“Spirit in the Sky” - Norman Greenbaum - Reprise Records 0885

“Escape (The Piña Colada Song) - Rupert Holmes - Infinity Records INF 50.035

"Hooked on a Feeling" - Blue Swede - EMI Records 3627

"I Want You Back" - The Jackson 5 - Motown Records M 1157

"Go All the Way" - Raspberries - Capitol Records 3348

"Come and Get Your Love" - Redbone - Epic Records 5-11035

L.A. Noire (KTI Radio)

“Pistol-Packin’ Mama” - Bing Crosby and the Andrews Sisters - Decca Records 23277

“Stone Cold Dead in the Market” - Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Jordan - Decca Records 23546

"Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall" - Ink Spots and Ella Fitzgerald - Decca Records 23356

"Manteca" - Dizzy Gillespie - RCA Victor Records 20-3023

"Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens" - Louis Jordan - Decca Records 23741

"Red Silk Stockings and Green Perfume" - Sammy Kaye - RCA Victor Records 20-2251

“Black and Blue” - Frankie Laine - Mercury Records A-1026

"'Murder', He Says" - Dinah Shore - RCA Victor Records 20-1525

"Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette) - Tex Williams - Capitol Records Americana Series 40001

“Hey! Ba-Ba-Re-Bop” - Lionel Hampton - Decca Records 18754

Mafia II (Empire Central Radio, Delta Radio)

“Why Don’t You Do Right” (1950) - Peggy Lee with the Dave Barbour Quartet- Peggy Lee’s Greatest - Camay Records CA 3003 (re-recording)

“Why Don’t You Do Right” (1942) - Peggy Lee with Benny Goodman and his Orchestra - Columbia Records 36652 (re-recording)

"A Guy is a Guy” - Doris Day - Columbia Records 39673

XCOM The Bureau Declassified (KNOV Radio)

“Runaway” - Del Shannon - Big Top Records 45-3067

“Who’s Sorry Now” - Connie Francis - MGM Records 975 (57-S-622)

"Smack Dab in the Middle" - Mills Brothers - Decca Records 29511

“Riders in the Sky” - Vaughn Monroe - RCA Victor 20-3411

"Man of Mystery" - The Shadows - Columbia Records 45-DB 4530

“I’ll Never Get Out of this World Alive” - Hank Williams - MGM Records 11366

See the previous years’ lists here:

2014

2015

2016

2017

#video game music #bioshock music #fallout music #la noire music #mafia music #bioshock #bioshock 2 #bioshock infinite #burial at sea #fallout 2 #fallout new vegas #LA Noire #fallout 3 #fallout 4 #fallout 76 #The Bureau: XCOM Declassified #Mafia II #save the date

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lesbianescortservices-blog · 4 years

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We started with an aperitif, dinner between smiles and laughter, I made a beautiful figure in the restaurant where they did not go unnoticed. Then they offered me a creepy show by kissing, licking pussies, fingering with each other and much more. When I could not take it anymore because I was exploding I slipped into the duo in action and there the "jubilee"!

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Filled with cats, I find myself falling into this announcement I already had on my radar put an, excited by the elegance / bon ton contrast and confident porcine that already transpires from the photos. After the usual phone calls for agreements and deposit reservations typical of the Top Luxury, we meet in Galleria for dinner and then I find myself in their location in the center of Lesbian Escort Services.

After the usual practices, we find ourselves naked all 3 on the bed.

Christine starts with a good, while Ylenia kisses me and gets handled like a real slut, I start with 1, 2, 3 fingers and the slut lets herself be done, while Christine below does not detach herself from the pin.

I change, it is Ylenia's turn and the pumping begins, here I must say that the girl is skilled, but while Yle pumps I digitize Christine's anus by licking it and inserting her fingers.

We move on to rubberizing, and here comes the fun part, I put them both in front of that small mirror and I start pumping Christine into the previously opened anus, while Ylenia is there next to her, ready for her turn, while I touch her the Q that at 90 I have to say it's nice round and I sink blows to his partner, who at some point seems to like it and helps me with the salsa rhythm.

Changing the grommet, it's time to make the little ass to the Yle, meanwhile Christine I put her on the bed almost sitting and I tell her to get ready that then I would give her a drink.

I keep getting up to poor Pecos Yle who with each strong and decisive blow lets himself go in some prayer and moan, while Christine is there in front of her friend watching how well I move the steps in her back, but as always all the beautiful things they must end, arrived straight and go out and remove the grommet, Christine is already there ready to receive the sweet warm cream in her mouth, and while I finish without dropping anything, Ylenia pushes me from behind as if to say: come on you bastard, shoot the whole cartridge!

They then start to lesbian with each other, they don't pretend and you see that they are serious: they kiss each other with their tongues, they lick each other's pussies, fingering each other in front and behind, I participate by fingering them until they are again joke and ready for the second round!

Both approaches and while the blonde starts with her the brunette starts simultaneously with lick-balls and anal-rimming.

Reached a good level of soaring I ask both to get to the sides and to collaborate for the success of the bbj, passing his majesty from one mouth to another.

The vision is interesting, from my position with my hands I touch the intimacy of both, going from rai1 to nipples and returning to rai2, while they play to contend it with variables such as:

• two languages on the auction

• language on the auction of one and sucking the other with various lunges

• vice versa

• at my command, they who lick themselves and make themselves lemon

• at my command, my Zuccarello with both of them

During this performance, with my eyes closed, I seem to be living a porn movie, but without crew!

At the height of the vaulting, I ask the brunette Ylenia if she feels like receiving her majesty again in her rai2.

Without objecting, she gets up, takes a tube of gel from a drawer, returns to the bed and showing me her nice little ass invites her friend to lubricate her, moistening her orifice well and opening her buttocks, well bent over 95 degrees.

The blonde Christine carries out her task in a workmanlike manner and proceeds with putting on my condom with my mouth, pumping me just enough to reach the state of rigor extensi.

Having widened my buttocks, I make sure I can go in and I begin to put one finger first, then two and, realizing that the elasticity deriving from the opening of the previous jammed one has lost its enormity towards the small hole which, as I imagined, it is difficult to receive me.

Luckily I am dealing with a real gheisha devoted to the satisfaction of the man who does not oppose my requests…. and so it is that after various insistences, a few pushes and a few cries of pain, the first part enters making its way into the channel which initially welcomes me with difficulty, but which then widens accepting the piston pushing movement.

Satisfied with this welcome, I am going to complete the work and I move to the rhythm of samba, first floor, then more and more powerful in that channel that wraps me and that has opened up to welcome me.

Ylenia gasps, writhes, but does not complain, although I think she suffers from pain for having spread so much and I take advantage of so much kindness and, shameless, I continue that animalistic rhythm by plunging.

Meanwhile, the blonde, always by my side, collaborates caressing me, lemoning me, widening my friend's buttocks, licking her with my command and letting myself be touched everywhere.

After so much excitement, with the desire to enjoy the vision of that beautiful open orifice, I extract the cock from the ass and already the vision of the enlarged hole excites me the desire to put it back! But this time in the ass of the blonde Christine.

By now the time has come to an end (about 40 minutes have passed since the beginning of the dances) which comes with a supreme capitulation discovered and the heavenly vision of two beautiful women who receive my candid seed partly in Christine's ass, partly on Ylenia's lips and it starts on the faces of both, while their tongues stand on the pole and on the chapel, welcoming and collecting the remains of cream left over.

Satisfied and satisfied, I remain alone on the bed and then with both; after they have washed they come back to me and together I find them in the mouth with their languages that play with me and that also play with each other.

In conclusion, I refuse the massage offered to me, I wash, get dressed, come back with chaste and lemon kisses and go out, not before accepting a bottle of water kindly offered by this wonderful couple of appearance, modality and kindness.

Too bad that from where I live there is a certain distance, because otherwise with this new discovery I would make a subscription.

The trio was certainly not on my closest menu: I had only tried it once in Varese with two very blonde Romulan girls and the feeling of having been "sbancomattato" great by two actresses did not leave me until a couple of weeks does'. Maybe meeting two women together requires a certain habit, which I don't know how many of us can have .. I definitely don't. And then, in my opinion, it requires the blow of the ass to find the two right ones who do not look at the collection but are truly bisexual and lesbian among them and try to go along with you as much as possible to make sure that you want to come back. The two blondes from Varese preferred the first option .

I make arrangements with the "dominatrix" Vanessa that I have known for a few months and she with her usual calm and education tells me that her friend is not present before Thursday, so we make arrangements for the weekend shortly after noon.

I also ask for confirmation of the installment, which is guaranteed to me and consequently the trio leaps to the top of the menu list, and I decide to jump.

I make Vanessa understand that I do not usually organize certain types of meetings, and that I do not yet know their reactions, but it reassures me by asking for some of my fantasies that once in bed will be fully fulfilled .. things seen in films and perhaps dreamed of by boy..so very few years ago !!

The fact that both are Italian, very beautiful and very young, that by now have understood what they are looking for from them and that the majority of those who seek them, in addition to doing, also want to "See" certain things, facilitate the menage of a lot, and I lie down among them anxious to see the reactions of the little brother ... this was what I was afraid of and even if I had been preparing myself for some days, the first-person tests are not imaginable ..

The little brother had no qualms and in the mouth of Pamela he soon took on consistency and vigor while Vanessa had her tits pastrugnato, and put at sixty-nine I frequently felt the change of language ...Lesbian Escort Services both excellent, deep salivuous and with digressions in suburbs ... this would be enough to pay for the ticket but I try to resist as much as possible by asking to slow down and speed up the two possessed girls ..... who respect the speed limits imposed.

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