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SoulMate

Group: Zico ft. IU

Album: SoulMate

Time: 3:39

Year Released: July 30, 2018

Lyrics: Zico

Music: Zico, Pop Time

Highest Place Reached on Charts: 1

Average Age of Members at the Time of Release: 25.5

Lyrics

Zico

젊음의 한복판에서

두 남녀가 사는 작은 섬

니 기분이 여기 날씨고

새빨간 열매가 열렸어

jeolmeume hanbokpaneseo

du namnyeoga saneun jageun seom

ni gibuni yeogi nalsshigo

saeppalgan yeolmaega yeollyeosseo

In the middle of their youth

A girl and a boy live on a small island

The mood is like the weather here

Bright red fruits have blossomed

조금 낯설었던 맞은편

이제 내가 제일 아끼는 곳

나오기 싫은 이부자리 같아

jogeum nasseoreotteon majeunpyeon

ije naega jeil akkineun got

naogi shireun ibujari gata

The other side felt a little unfamiliar

But now it’s the place I cherish the most

Like bedsheets I don’t want to come out from

Zico

대체 왜 너여야만 했는지

매일 다른 이유를 말해 줄게

daeche wae neoyeoyaman haenneunji

maeil dareun iyureul malhae julkke

Why did it have to be you?

Every day, I’ll tell you a different reason

형체를 알아보지 못해도

테두리를 함께 그릴 사람

hyeongchereul araboji motaedo

tedurireul hamkke geuril saram

Even if I can’t recognize the shape

You’re the person to draw the outline with

Zico

오래 기다렸지 안녕

나의 Soulmate

모든 게 너다워졌어

투명한 매듭에 묶여

한시도 이곳을 못 떠나

Stuck with each other

큰 소파에 누워 스푼 하나로

장난치며 먹는 Ice cream

손을 포개고

춤을 춰 낮부터 아무런 반주 없이

말풍선이 가득한 둘만의 Party

orae gidaryeotji annyeong

naye Soulmate

modeun ge neodaweojeosseo

tumyeonghan maedeube mukkyeo

hanshido igoseul mot tteona

Stuck with each other

keun sopae nuweo seupun hanaro

jangnanchimyeo meongneun Ice cream

soneul pogaego

chumeul chweo natbuteo amureon banju eopshi

malpungseoni gadeukan dulmane Party

You waited for a long time

Hello, my soulmate

Everything became more like you

A transparent knot has been tied

You can’t leave this place, not even for a moment

Stuck with each other

Laying on a big sofa

Playing around and feeding each other spoonfuls of ice cream

Put your hand on mine

And let’s dance in the daytime without any music

Our party is filled with word bubbles

All

숨 쉴 때마다 향이 날 수 있어

잠에서 깨는 일도 신날 수 있어

sum shwil ttaemada hyangi nal su isseo

jameseo kkaeneun ildo shinnal su isseo

Every time I breathe, I feel your scent

Even waking up is so fun

Zico

일어나지 않은 일로 질투 날 수 있어

티격태격할 때 많지만 It’s fine

These day

각자의 시계를 꺼낸 채

아낌없이 모래알 쏟네 Yeah

ireonaji aneun illo jiltu nal su isseo

tigyeongtaegyeonghal ttae manchiman It’s fine

These day

gakjaye shigyereul kkeonaen chae

akkimeopshi moraeal ssonne Yeah

I can even get jealous of things that never happened

We fight a lot but it’s fine

These day

We’ve both taken out our own clocks

And we’re pouring sand inside without holding back

평생 근사한 날만 준대도

우리한테 돌아갈 마음뿐이야

오래 기다렸지 안녕

나의 Soulmate

모든 게 너다워졌어

투명한 매듭에 묶여

한시도 이곳을 못 떠나

pyeongsaeng geunsahan nalman jundaedo

urihante doragal maeumppuniya

orae gidaryeotji annyeong

naye Soulmate

modeun ge neodaweojeosseo

tumyeonghan maedeube mukkyeo

hanshido igoseul mot tteona

Even if we only have great days ahead of us

I only want to go back to your heart

You waited for a long time

Hello, my soulmate

Everything became more like you

A transparent knot has been tied

You can’t leave this place, not even for a moment

Zico

Love is the true art

표현력이 갈수록 늘어나

넌 날 글 짓고 그림 그리게 해

Love is the true art

pyohyeollyeogi galsurok neureona

neon nal geul jitgo geurim geurige hae

Love is the true art

My expressions are increasing with time

You make me write words and draw pictures

만나는 순간

어딘가로 계속 여행 다니는 느낌

Oh I’ll stay by your side

오래 기다렸지 안녕

나의 Soulmate

모든 게 너다워졌어

mannaneun sungan

eodingaro gyesok yeohaeng danineun neukkim

Oh I’ll stay by your shide

orae gidaryeotji annyeong

naye Soulmate

modeun ge neodaweojeosseo

Every time we meet

It feels like I’m going away on a trip somewhere

Oh I’ll stay by your side

You waited for a long time

Hello, my soulmate

Everything became more like you

All

투명한 매듭에 묶여

한시도 이곳을 못 떠나

tumyeonghan maedeube mukkyeo

hanshido igoseul mot tteona

A transparent knot has been tied

You can’t leave this place, not even for a moment

Line Distribution

Score

Lyric & Line Points: 100

Total Chart Points : 99

Total Youtube Points: 14.83

Music Award Show Points: 10

Total: 233.83

Links

Korean Lyrics: https://colorcodedlyrics.com/2018/07/zico-soulmate-feat-iu

Youtube Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vl1kO9hObpA

Notes

Youtube Data Taken on: December 19, 2018

Youtube points will only be updated a monthly basis if the youtube views make the song in the top 25 ranked videos on my list. If not they will be updated in a year.

Lyric & Line Masterlist

Masterlist

#Kpop #Kpop Lyrics #Zico #IU #Zico Lyrics #Soulmate #Zico ft. IU #Zico Soulmate

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forlornmelody · 5 years

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Double The Trouble Chapter 9 -- Justified

Rating: Explicit (other chapters are NSFW)

Ship: FemShep x Femshep Clone // Shenko, eventual OT3

AO3 Links: Chapter 1 // This Chapter

Summary: Shep had planned to spend another night alone. Instead she has a surprise visitor–one she had never expected to see again.Unapologetic consensual clone smut.

Note: This is a sequel to Spare Parts, but obviously you can read this without reading the other fic.

This chapter, and all future chapters are in present tense. No reason other than I fell in love with writing this way while working on the prequel, and now I can’t stop.

Jane Shepard eyes her therapist critically. Kaidan’s words at breakfast have been weighing on her mind all morning. “You’re not like...some neo-Cerberus spy, are you?”

Her therapist quirks her head in that way that tends to rankle Shepard, at least in this room full of acid-trip paintings, fake plants, mood lighting, and plush pillows. It all screams at her Shouldn’t you be happy? “You worried I’ll tell sensitive information, Shepard? I would be a terrible therapist if broke your confidence.”

You’re a terrible therapist already, Susan, Shepard thinks to herself, but doesn’t dare say it out loud. She wants her damn biotic amp back, so she needs to behave. That, and Susan never seems to take her seriously. So Shepard says nothing, eyeing the window, skimming the book titles on the shelf, and the patterns of Susan’s blouse while she gathers her thoughts.

“Hey, Shepard.” Shepard always knows how Kadian’s feeling by the way he says “hey.” This time he’s on edge, and Shepard reaches over the table and their pancake breakfast to grab his shoulder.

“What’s up?”

“Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

Shepard pulls her hand back. In hindsight, they went straight to sleep last night. She didn’t think much of it, then--too exhausted for a romp after dinner. Setting her fork down, Shepard replies “Out with it.”

Kaidan takes a deep breath like he’s about to go under. “Jane wants to see Maya.”

“Oh.” Shepard sits back. She should have seen this coming, with their conversation last week.

“She said you told her I knew where she was.”

Shepard rubs her face, taking a big gulp of coffee. “Sorry. I was kind of distracted when she brought it up.”

Kaidan raises an eyebrow.

“Not that.” Shepard rolls her eyes. “It’s when we were arguing at the Reds’ headquarters.”

Both his eyes went wide. “You went to the Red’s territory?”

“She wasn’t returning my calls!”

“I’m not mad. I mean. Are you okay?” He says it carefully, as if he’s walking in zero gravity.

Shepard nearly says she’s fine but she bites her lip instead. “It sucked. I’m not going to lie. But I’m still here, aren’t I?”

Kaidan squeezes her hand. “Of course. I’m just surprised you didn’t tell me.”

“Are you?” Shepard takes a gulp, ignoring her half-eaten pancakes.

“So what are we going to do about Maya?”

“And you’re still not sure?”

Shepard hasn’t told Susan about the nature of her relationship with Jane. She already feels like she’s under a lot of scrutiny. Susan is an Alliance-appointed therapist, after all. Honestly, she probably shouldn’t even tell her about this situation. If something goes wrong, Shepard will go straight to court martial, and no reaper invasion will save her this time. “I’m not going to do anything rash.”

“But what are you going to do?”

“What’s the harm of letting them visit? If we’re really worried, we can always take her amp away.” Oops. She probably shouldn’t have brought it up like that.

Susan eyes her. “Is this about your clone, or about you?”

Shepard breathes in through her nose and out through her mouth. She can’t afford to lose her temper right now. “I’m getting sensation back in my left arm. Pins and needles--that sort of thing.”

“And this relates to your amp how?”

To make things easier, Shepard tries imagining Udina in Susan’s place, but that just makes her blood boil more. Tevos? Christ. Her chest tightens up. No, no, no.

“What are you thinking right now?”

Tears spring in her eyes before she can stop them. “I hate having to fucking justify myself to you. To anyone.” She hates how she’s making a scene. She hates that she can’t breathe.

Susan taps away on her Haptic Adaptive Interface. “And why do you feel the need to justify yourself to me?”

Shepard puts her head in her hands, squeezing her hair until it pulls at her scalp.

“You just don’t get it.” Shepard glares at her blurry shape, breathing in sharply. “I feel twice as paralyzed without it.”

Susan nods slowly. Fuck. Can she even move without looking down her nose at her? “Does it remind you of a time before?”

Talking about it hurts too much. “Yeah,” she manages to say.

“Mm. I see. Shepard, if you’re feeling up to it, I would like to try something new with you.”

Shepard rubs her eyes, blinking at her. “Will I get my amp back if I say yes?”

“I want to see how you do with it first.” Typical. “What are you feeling in your body right now?”

“Not much. That’s kind of the problem, Susan.”

Susan shakes her head ever so slightly. “Close your eyes first. Of what you do feel, how would you describe it?”

Shepard takes a breath. She must behave. She must work with her. Or she really will lose her mind. “Like someone dropped concrete on my chest. Filled my lungs with it too. And my shoulder hurts like hell.”

Susan asks, “And when have you felt like that before?”

Another breath. “Horizon.”

“The first or the second time?”

“The first.” Shepard sniffs, wiping her nose.

Susan hands her a box of tissues. “And is the pain the same, or has it moved?”

“It’s in my, fists too.”

“And before that?”

“When I updated the Council on Saren...and asked to go to Illos.”

They repeat the cycle a few more times, until they get to one memory Shepard really doesn’t want to talk about. “When I was with the Reds.”

“Ah. I wondered when we would get here.” Susan hands Shepard two buzzers. “Are you familiar with EMDR?”

“Yeah.” Shepard swallows. She remembers doing it before. She remembers it not being pleasant.

“I want you to describe this memory. And while you describe this memory and what happened, and how it made you feel, I’m going to activate the buzzers like this.” She flips a switch, and each buzzer vibrates in turn. It’s an odd, if not distracting sensation, but it doesn’t hurt.

Shepard remembers the moment vividly, but when she tries to describe it, no words come.

“Shepard. Feel your feet on the floor, and your thighs and back touching your chair. Note any tension in your body and release it. If it helps, imagine a green light touching those parts of you and healing your body.”

It sounds cooky, but Shepard complies, and when her therapist says nothing, she continues onto her memory.

She ducks inside the door, soaked from the rain. Just as she removes her coat, she hears Ice’s voice behind her.

“You’re home late.”

She spins around blurting the excuse she rehearsed the whole way back to headquarters. “Some narc was tailing me. Had to lose them.”

It’s then she realizes Ice and her aren’t alone. All the other enforcers of 10th Street, named ones--Greenie, Finch, and Caine--and the other Johns and Janes who’ve yet to make their first kill. This is bad. Really bad. She looks across and makes eye contact with her girlfriend, Jane--who’s rattling like a leaf in the fall. If she doesn’t cool it, she’s going to get them both in trouble.

“Wouldn’t be the first time a narc has seen you, right, Jane?” Ice stares at her with steel eyes, and she shivers despite the heat of their house.

“I don’t talk to narcs!” She snaps. She knows better. Her girlfriend, though?

Ice pats her shoulder. “I know you wouldn’t rat out your family, Jane.” Then Ice squeezes her shoulder so hard it hurts. “Just tell me who got Ace arrested and we’re good.”

Greenie shoves her girlfriend into the middle of the circle that has formed around them. Shit. They already know Jane told the cops. A cold feeling settles in her stomach. Damnit. Why couldn’t Jane keep her fucking mouth shut?

“Cat got your tongue?” Ice smiles. “Maybe you'd rather show me.” She presses a pistol into her hands. “Go ahead. Take care of it and we can all move on.” Squeezing her shoulder, Ice whispers into her ear. “You can finally get your name.”

She raises her gun, wanting to run. Her girlfriend sobs hysterically, begging her not to do it. If she doesn’t---

“You can be one of us.”

It’s what she’s wanted for years--to be a full-fledged member of the Tenth Street Reds with her own name and rep. It’s what she wanted until she fell in love with another Jane--a Jane who found a way out. The narc promised them a new life: witness protection--everything. They were so close.

“No, please! It won’t happen again.”

“One of us! One of us!” The other enforcers start chanting. Her hands are slippery with sweat. She feels the static on her skin and smells the tang of eezo in the air and she tries to shove it down. Freaks never stick around the Reds for long.

Ice laughs. “You’re right. It won’t. Do it, Jane.”

Hesitating with her finger sliding on the trigger, she shakes her head and lowers it. “No.”

The gun shot leaves her ear ringing, and her girlfriend’s blood splatters across her face before her body falls to the floor.

“I’m disappointed in you, Jane.”

“Breathe, Shepard. Breathe.”

Shepard’s eyes snap open, and she feels the tears on her cheeks. How long had she been crying? She gasps for air, trying desperately not to think of dying and how it feels like she’s dying again above a frozen planet beneath an exploding ship. Her therapist counts her breaths for her until the hyperventilating stops.

“I think that’s enough for today.” Susan looks at her placidly, turning the buzzers off.

“Do I get my amp back?” Shepard hands her the buzzers, feeling like she’s outside her skin.

“I’ll let you know.” Susan opens the door to let her out. “See you Friday.”

Typical. Shepard shuts the door behind her.

#mass effect #jane shep #clone shep #femshep #shenko #femshep x femshep clone #angst #so much angst #and please don't take this as me hating on therapy #just hating on bad therapists

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Soulmate

Group: Zico ft. IU

Album: SoulMate

Time: 3:39

Year Released: July 30, 2018

Lyrics: Zico

Music: Zico, Poptime

Highest Place Reached on Charts: 1 (Gaon Digital, Kpop hot 100)

Average Age of Members At the Time of Release: 25.5

Lyrics

Zico

젊음의 한복판에서

두 남녀가 사는 작은 섬

니 기분이 여기 날씨고

새빨간 열매가 열렸어

---

jeolmeume hanbokpaneseo

du namnyeoga saneun jageun seom

ni gibuni yeogi nalsshigo

saeppalgan yeolmaega yeollyeosseo

---

In the middle of their youth

A girl and a boy live on a small island

The mood is like the weather here

Bright red fruits have blossomed

조금 낯설었던 맞은편

이제 내가 제일 아끼는 곳

나오기 싫은 이부자리 같아

---

jogeum nasseoreotteon majeunpyeon

ije naega jeil akkineun got

naogi shireun ibujari gata

---

The other side felt a little unfamiliar

But now it’s the place I cherish the most

Like bedsheets I don’t want to come out from

Zico

대체 왜 너여야만 했는지

매일 다른 이유를 말해 줄게

---

daeche wae neoyeoyaman haenneunji

maeil dareun iyureul malhae julkke

---

Why did it have to be you?

Every day, I’ll tell you a different reason

형체를 알아보지 못해도

테두리를 함께 그릴 사람

---

hyeongchereul araboji motaedo

tedurireul hamkke geuril saram

---

Even if I can’t recognize the shape

You’re the person to draw the outline with

Zico

오래 기다렸지 안녕

나의 Soulmate

모든 게 너다워졌어

투명한 매듭에 묶여

한시도 이곳을 못 떠나

Stuck with each other

큰 소파에 누워 스푼 하나로

장난치며 먹는 Ice cream

손을 포개고

춤을 춰 낮부터 아무런 반주 없이

말풍선이 가득한 둘만의 Party

---

orae gidaryeotji annyeong

naye Soulmate

modeun ge neodaweojeosseo

tumyeonghan maedeube mukkyeo

hanshido igoseul mot tteona

Stuck with each other

keun sopae nuweo seupun hanaro

jangnanchimyeo meongneun Ice cream

soneul pogaego

chumeul chweo natbuteo amureon banju eopshi

malpungseoni gadeukan dulmane Party

---

You waited for a long time

Hello, my soulmate

Everything became more like you

A transparent knot has been tied

You can’t leave this place, not even for a moment

Stuck with each other

Laying on a big sofa

Playing around and feeding each other spoonfuls of ice cream

Put your hand on mine

And let’s dance in the daytime without any music

Our party is filled with word bubbles

All

숨 쉴 때마다 향이 날 수 있어

잠에서 깨는 일도 신날 수 있어

---

sum shwil ttaemada hyangi nal su isseo

jameseo kkaeneun ildo shinnal su isseo

---

Every time I breathe, I feel your scent

Even waking up is so fun

Zico

일어나지 않은 일로 질투 날 수 있어

티격태격할 때 많지만 It’s fine

These day

각자의 시계를 꺼낸 채

아낌없이 모래알 쏟네 Yeah

---

ireonaji aneun illo jiltu nal su isseo

tigyeongtaegyeonghal ttae manchiman It’s fine

These day

gakjaye shigyereul kkeonaen chae

akkimeopshi moraeal ssonne Yeah

---

I can even get jealous of things that never happened

We fight a lot but it’s fine

These day

We’ve both taken out our own clocks

And we’re pouring sand inside without holding back

평생 근사한 날만 준대도

우리한테 돌아갈 마음뿐이야

오래 기다렸지 안녕

나의 Soulmate

모든 게 너다워졌어

투명한 매듭에 묶여

한시도 이곳을 못 떠나

---

pyeongsaeng geunsahan nalman jundaedo

urihante doragal maeumppuniya

orae gidaryeotji annyeong

naye Soulmate

modeun ge neodaweojeosseo

tumyeonghan maedeube mukkyeo

hanshido igoseul mot tteona

---

Even if we only have great days ahead of us

I only want to go back to your heart

You waited for a long time

Hello, my soulmate

Everything became more like you

A transparent knot has been tied

You can’t leave this place, not even for a moment

Zico

Love is the true art

표현력이 갈수록 늘어나

넌 날 글 짓고 그림 그리게 해

---

Love is the true art

pyohyeollyeogi galsurok neureona

neon nal geul jitgo geurim geurige hae

---

Love is the true art

My expressions are increasing with time

You make me write words and draw pictures

만나는 순간

어딘가로 계속 여행 다니는 느낌

Oh I’ll stay by your side

오래 기다렸지 안녕

나의 Soulmate

모든 게 너다워졌어

---

mannaneun sungan

eodingaro gyesok yeohaeng danineun neukkim

Oh I’ll stay by your shide

orae gidaryeotji annyeong

naye Soulmate

modeun ge neodaweojeosseo

---

Every time we meet

It feels like I’m going away on a trip somewhere

Oh I’ll stay by your side

You waited for a long time

Hello, my soulmate

Everything became more like you

All

투명한 매듭에 묶여

한시도 이곳을 못 떠나

---

tumyeonghan maedeube mukkyeo

hanshido igoseul mot tteona

---

A transparent knot has been tied

You can’t leave this place, not even for a moment

Chart Performance

South Korea Gaon Digital: 1

Kpop Hot 100: 1

Music Show Wins

Inkigayo: 1

Total: 1 Win

Overall Score

Lyric: 100

Chart: 198

Music Show: 10

Total: 308

Links

Lyrics: https://colorcodedlyrics.com/2018/07/zico-soulmate-feat-iu

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vl1kO9hObpA

Masterlist

#Zico ft. IU #Zico Ft. IU Soulmate #Soulmate #Zico #IU #Zico Lyrics #Lyircs #kpop #kpop lyrics #senve7seasons #Male Soloists

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socialattractionuk · 4 years

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If you’re using lockdown to get back in touch and apologise to your ex, don’t

(Picture: Ella Byworth for Metro.co.uk) metro illustrations Illo – How will you have office romances and friendships when everyone’s working remotely?

It’s the modern-day Cinderella story: boy matches with girl, they go on some dates and it starts to go somewhere.

Sex, and the promise of a new relationship feels good. She tells her friends – ‘it went so well!’ – and looks hopefully towards the next date, only for him to quite suddenly disappear into the abyss.

She wonders what she did wrong. Was she too keen? Not keen enough? Overdressed? Not pretty enough?

Then two years later he reappears, uttering those all important words: ‘Long time no speak! You don’t have to reply, but…’

This particular move has been given plenty of labels already: zombieing (speaks for itself), submarining (in which a ghoster confidently emerges months later acting like nothing happened). Now, it’s had a lockdown makeover. We’ve entered the age of the F**kboy’s Reckoning*.

Coronavirus updates

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Allow me to explain.

The world has gone topsy turvy, which means that business as usual for anyone — f**kboys included — is no more. For a lot of us that has resulted in an excess of free time. Time to twiddle your thumbs. Time to think.

Unfortunately, though, all that thinking time has translated into a surge of repentance for many f**kboys who — starved of access to new wanking thinking material while stuck at home — have been finding solace in delving into their repertoire of past lovers.

Faced with all their past wrongdoing and unable to distract themselves with new lovers, they’re emerging repentant for their sins — and they really want you to know.

Over Easter (quite fittingly) this happened to me. Someone I dated a few years ago who later disappeared into thin air was resurrected in my DMs, apparently not dead afterall.

At first I read the message outlining his contrition over wrongful behaviour and I couldn’t place the name — I’ll leave it to you to decide what that says about the calibre of his contemporaries.

‘Ohhhh….HIM’, I thought eventually. His crimes had not been too serious… comparatively speaking. We had been on a couple of really good dates a few years ago before he ghosted me.

‘Okay’, I thought, ‘But why now?’ Why was he getting in touch in the middle of a global pandemic years after the fact?

There’s something almost comforting in the predictability of it — in the inevitability of the return. These ‘boomerang boys’ you lobbed out into the ether that are now on their return voyage back from the abyss to tell you they’re ‘really f**king sorry — honestly’.

They hope you don’t mind them getting in touch. They apologise for disturbing your life — it’s just….it’s just they’ve been thinking. About what went down with the two of you. About the part they played, or the way they left you. They had some stuff going on, they’ll say, but it wasn’t fair, you didn’t deserve it.

‘Sorry’, they’ll say, and then reassure you that they’re not looking for anything in return, just that they feel compelled to apologise.

To any f**kboys out there edging towards a moment of reckoning, I have some advice: keep it in your notepad pal

Now, you might be thinking, ‘that’s nice isn’t it, that they want to repent, to apologise’. Of course, I can’t speak for everyone. But, for me, it’s a hard ‘no’.

Yes, it is nice to be apologised to for pain you have been exposed to at the hands of another. But make no mistake about it, this behaviour is more about appeasing the conscience of the ghost, rather than a selfless act to rebalance your emotional health.

There’s a self-importance to it all that is wildly frustrating — not only are they asking you to let them off the hook for something they did in the past, but there’s also an assumption that whatever form your engagement took was so meaningful that it would provoke a deep hurt only remedied by the grand gesture of their apology.

Perhaps the lockdown and the whole dystopian scenario currently playing out in countries all across the world has thrown his life into sharp focus. That sitting alone with his feelings has caused him to reflect on past behaviours and recognise wrongdoing. Good. That’s honestly productive behaviour. The thing is, I don’t need to hear about it.

Because to ask someone to forgive inexcusable behaviour that caused them hurt in the past — apropos of nothing — means shifting the emotional legwork involved in reaching a resolution back onto them.

Not only that but it also doesn’t consider that maybe the person doesn’t need reminding of sh***y past behaviour inflicted on them in a time of global crisis. But mostly because it’s a paper-thin grasp at a bit of attention when they’re presumably at home feeling lonely… and in need of some tit pics.

Of course, maybe it’s genuine. And I’m not arguing for a lack of repentance. It’s an expressly Good Thing to recognise past mistakes and learn from them. It’s how we grow as humans.

The point is, you just don’t know what the context is when you barge into someone’s life unannounced and, ultimately, any apology like this has very little to do with its subject, and everything to do with easing the sender’s own guilt.

To any f**kboys out there edging towards a moment of reckoning, I have some advice: keep it in your notepad pal.

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If you really must reach out, try a simple ‘Hey how are you?’

Simple, effective and gives the other person the power to engage if and when it feels safe and comfortable to — it puts the ball in their court. If they’re ready for or interested in your apology, your message invites them to let you know.

But if not, then maybe — just maybe — sitting with your feelings and reflecting on your behaviour is enough. Maybe instead of asking forgiveness you could make a commitment to never treating someone like that ever again. Just a thought.

For the moment, my f**kboy has been left on read. Although I might send him this article as a response.

*There are definitely female and non-binary versions of this character, but I speak from personal experience here.

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Sensor Sweep: Genre Magazines, Mort Kunstler, Vampire Queen, Boris Dolgov

Publishing (Forbes): Today, the number of science fiction and fantasy magazine titles is higher than at any other point in history. That’s more than 25 pro-level magazines, according to a count from the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, amid a larger pool of “70 magazines, 14 audio sites, and nine critical magazines,” according to Locus Magazine.

Publishing (Jason Sanford): For the last few months I’ve been working on #SFF2020: The State of Genre Magazines, a detailed look at science fiction and fantasy magazine publishing in this day and age.This report is available below and can also be downloaded in the following formats: Mobi file for Kindle, Epub file for E-book Readers, PDF file. For this report I interviewed the editors, publishers, and staff of the following genre magazines. Many thanks to each of these people. The individual interviews are linked below and also contained in the downloadable Kindle, Epub, and PDF versions of the report.

Science Fiction (New Yorker): In her heyday, Russ was known as a raging man-hater. This reputation was not entirely unearned, though it was sometimes overstated. Of one of her short stories, “When It Changed,” which mourns a lost female utopia, the science-fiction novelist Michael Coney wrote, “The hatred, the destructiveness that comes out in the story makes me sick for humanity. . . . I’ve just come from the West Indies, where I spent three years being hated merely because my skin was white. . . . [Now I] find that I am hated for another reason—because Joanna Russ hasn’t got a prick.”

Comic Books (ICV2): Blaze Publishing has reached an agreement with Conan Properties International that will allow it to publish U.S. editions of the Glénat bande dessinée series The Cimmerian, ICv2 has learned. The Glenat series adapts Robert E. Howard Conan stories originally published in Weird Tales into comic stories that Ablaze describes as “the true Conan… unrestrained, violent, and sexual… just as Robert E. Howard intended.”

Fantasy (DMR Books): To cut straight to the one-line review: Jamie Williamson’s The Evolution of Modern Fantasy (Palgrave McMillan, 2015) is a must-read if you’re at all interested in how the popular genre now known as “fantasy” came about. Even if it’s a little difficult to obtain and get into. Williamson is both an academic and “one of us.” A senior lecturer in English at the University of Vermont, he’s taught a number of classes that I’d love to audit (Tolkien’s Middle Earth, Science Fiction & Fantasy Literature, King Arthur).

Historical Fiction (Jess Nevins): Hereward the Wake was written by the Rev. Charles Kingsley and first appeared in as a magazine serial in 1865 before publication as a novel in 1869. It is a fictionalization of the life of the historical Hereward the Wake (circa 1035-circa 1072), a rebel against the eleventh century Norman invasion and occupation of England. Although he became a national hero to the English and the subject of many legends and songs, little is known for certain about Hereward, and it is theorized that he was actually half-Danish rather than of Saxon descent.

Art (Mens Pulp Magazines): During the summer and fall of 2019, we worked with the great illustration artist Mort Künstler, his daughter Jane Künstler, President of Kunstler Enterprises, and Mort’s archivist Linda Swanson on an art book featuring classic men’s adventure magazine cover and interior paintings Mort did during the first major phase of his long career. That book, titled MORT KÜNSTLER: THE GODFATHER OF PULP FICTION ILLUSTRATORS, is now available on Amazon in the US and worldwide. It’s also available on the Barnes & Noble website and via the Book Depository site, which offers free shipping to anywhere in the world.

Gaming (Tim Brannon): Palace of the Vampire Queen. In the beginning, there was a belief that all DMs would naturally create all their own adventures and there was no market for pre-written ones. The only printed adventure out at this time was “Temple of the Frog” in Blackmoor. Seeing a need, the Palace of the Vampire Queen was written by Pete and Judy Kerestan. Yes, the very first adventure was co-written by a woman. The first edition was self-published, followed by a second and third edition by Wee Warriors (1976 and 1977) and distributed exclusively by TSR.

Fiction (DMR Books): Last summer, I was fortunate enough to acquire the copyrights to Merritt’s material from the previous owners. Along with the rights, I received a few boxes of papers, which I’ve enjoyed going through during the past few months, and which I anticipate will provide me with many more enjoyable evenings perusing them. Among these were papers relating to Merritt and the Avon reprints. Some of this takes the form of correspondence between Merritt’s widow, Eleanor, and the literary agent she’d engaged for Merritt’s work, Brandt & Brandt. Others are contracts with Avon, as well as Avon royalty statements.

Pournelle (Tip the Wink): Here, all of Pournelle’s best short work has been collected in a single volume. There are over a dozen short stories, each with a new introduction by editor and longtime Pournelle assistant John F. Carr, as well as essays and remembrances by Pournelle collaborators and admirers.” My take: I enjoyed this a lot. It had been a while since I read any Pournelle (and then almost always with Niven). I’m now tempted to reread The Mote In God’s Eye.

Gaming (Reviews From R’lyeh): Ruins of the North is an anthology of scenarios for The One Ring: Adventures over the Edge of the Wild Roleplaying Game, the recently cancelled roleplaying game published by Cubicle Seven Entertainment which remains the most highly regarded, certainly most nuanced of the four roleplaying games to explore Tolkien’s Middle Earth. It is a companion to Rivendell, the supplement which shifted the roleplaying game’s focus from its starting point to the east of the Misty Mountains, upon Mirkwood and its surrounds with Tales from Wilderland and The Heart of the Wild to the west of the Misty Mountains.

Art (Dark Worlds Quarterly): Being an artist for Weird Tales was not a fast track to fame and fortune. It is only in retrospect that names like Hugh Rankin, A. R. Tilburne, Hannes Bok, Lee Brown Coye and Vincent Napoli take on a luster of grandeur. At the time, the gig of producing illos for Weird Tales was low-paying and largely obscure. Some, like Lee Brown Coye, were able to establish their reputations in the art world after a long apprenticeship in the Pulps. Most are the select favorites of fans. Boris Dolgov was one of these truly brilliant illustrators who time has not been as kind to as should be.

Tolkien (Karavansara): But what really struck me in the whole thing was something that emerged from the debate: some fans said the novel should have been translated by a Tolkien fan, and by someone with a familiarity with fantasy. But other have pointed out that The Lord of the Rings is not fantasy. And my first reaction was, what the heck, with all those elves and orcs, wizards and a fricking magical ring and all the rest, you could have fooled me.

Tolkien (Sacnoth’s Scriptorium): So, I’ve been thinking back over Christopher Tolkien’s extraordinary achievements and wondering which was the most exceptional. A strong case can be made for the 1977 SILMARILLION. In retrospect, now that all the component pieces of that work have seen the light in the HISTORY OF MIDDLE-EARTH series we can see just how difficult his task was, and how comprehensively he mastered it. Special mention shd be made of one of the few passages of that work which we know Christopher himself wrote, rather than extracted from some manuscript of his father: the death of Thingol down in the dark beneath Menegroth, looking at the light of the Silmaril.

Art (Illustrator Spotlight): Many of you have seen some of the pulp covers he created; most likely those for The Spider, Terror Tales, Dime Mystery or Dime Detective. I was recently reading a blog post about David Saunder’s book on DeSoto (I can’t find the link to the blog anymore), and one of the comments was about how the commenter didn’t believe that DeSoto deserved a book, having painted only garish, violent covers. My reaction was immediate; I felt like telling the commenter to go forth and multiply, in slightly different words of course.

Martial Arts (Rawle Nyanzi): Yesterday, I put up a blog post where I showed videos discussing Andrew Klavan’s comments regarding women and swordfighting (namely, that women are utterly useless at it.) As one would expect, this has been discussed all around the internet, but much of it involves virtue signalling. To cut through a lot of that fog, I will show you a video by medieval swordsmanship YouTuber Skallagrim, in which he discusses the comments with two female HEMA practitioners — one old, one young.

Fiction (Black Gate): Changa’s Safari began in 1986 as a concept inspired by Robert E. Howard’s Conan. I wanted to create a heroic character with all the power and action of the brooding Cimmerian but based on African history, culture and tradition. Although the idea came early, the actual execution didn’t begin until 2005, when I decided to take the plunge into writing and publishing. During its creation I had the great fortune to meet and become friends with Charles R. Saunders, whose similar inspiration by Howard led to the creation of the iconic Imaro. What was planned to be a short story became a five-volume collection of tales that ended a few years ago with Son of Mfumu.

Gaming (Sorcerer’s Skull): The Arimites have the gloomy environment of Robert E. Howard’s Cimmerians and elements of a number of hill or mountain folk. They’ve got a thing for knives like the Afghans of pulp tradition with their Khyber knives, though the Arimites mostly use throwing knives. They’re miners, and prone to feuding and substance abuse, traits often associated with Appalachian folk. I say play up that stuff and add a bit from the Khors of Vance’s Tshcai–see the quote at the start, and here’s another: “they consider garrulity a crime against nature.”

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Keep it simple, stupid: towards cleaner wine label design

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Keep it simple, stupid: towards cleaner wine label design

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Philip White thinks there’s a welcome move back to honesty and simplicity in the designs and texts some winemakers are wrapping around their bottles.

The label design of Wynns Coonawarra Estate bottles has remained constant. Photo: Philip White

Awoken last night by my mates Valmai Hankel, the great librarian, historian, desert traveller, writer and book expert, and her carer, the illustrator George Grainger Aldridge, talking wine literature to ABC Adelaide announcer Peter Goers, I’m sure I heard the latter complain that he thought my reference once to a wine smelling like lignite was pushing my descriptors too far.

This usage seems to have annoyed dear Goers for years.

Grape skins, from whence the winemaker takes colour and flavour, are composed largely of lignin. The oak of barrels is made from lignin – it’s the scaffolding that holds plants up.

Toast the barrels toward the point that Bourbon makers call “gatorback” and you oxidise that lignin. Add a dash of the yeast brettanomyces, which lives on sugar in the wood, leaving mainly oxidised lignin aromas, and you shouldn’t be surprised if the eventual drink smells a bit like lignite, which is brown coal, which is oxidised lignin, no?

As a little kid growing up in the mountains overlooking the La Trobe Valley, I learned very young that aroma of the coal trains scurrying along the valley floor, carting coal and briquettes from Yallourn to Melbourne. It seemed an opposite aroma to the freshness and bountiful growth of rainy Gippsland.

While this slight whinge about usage came amid some very kind praise, thank you, it reminded me of the current state of wine labels and the mess of mangled grammar that finds its way onto many back labels. I wouldn’t expect notable levels of English descriptive literacy from a winemaker any more than I’d expect it of an accomplished potato farmer or lab chemist, but jeez, some of it leaves a fair bit to be desired.

I suppose it adds something folksy to the product, but they forget that what I want is copy in a face large enough to read, in colours chosen to assist the large number of folks who, like me, have rather challenging colour-blindness. I want to be able to easily see the alcohol level, in the hope the winemaker hasn’t taken too much advantage of the slack law that permits 1.5 per cent variation in the ethanol degree – either side of the claimed amount.

This means many wines that claim the standard 14.5 per cent level are actually closer to 16 per cent, a degree that puts your table wine closer to the realms of port strength than the polite amount you might expect to enjoy with your chook. Not that I haven’t enjoyed too many wines that were perhaps a bit too strong for me.

Now I see a return to some more classical labelling on front labels. We’ve had a few years where the shelves bulged with a great cacophonic mess of label art, amateurish, confusing and confounding. We got past that phase where Mum and Dad would sit down at the table with a biro and pad and design a label, and got to the point where it was young Pebble Brook and Fern Raintree, the kids, designing imagery that ranged from head comix and Mouse Studios’ Grateful Dead posters in style, to rather infantile drawings of fairies and glitter.

Often this matches the mood of the murky, naturally oxidising tinctures within; just as frequently it serves as a warning to this prospective buyer.

To avoid this confusion, it seems there is a return to providing some basic essential information about strength, grape type, source and age. This is good!

One of my mentors was that erudite wine man and art collector David Wynn, who wanted to be an architect or a sculptor more than a winemaker, even after his old dad, Sam, convinced him instead to follow the winemaking game upon his demobbing from the Air Force.

David was exceptional in the degree of fuss he put into his label design. Foremost is the example that survives to this day on Wynns Coonawarra Estate bottles. After I congratulated him on never changing it, and keeping it constant, he chuckled and showed me how, over the years, he’d made constant, almost imperceptible micro adjustments to his design, which was based around Richard Beck’s perfectly simple woodcut of John Riddoch’s 1890s winery and distillery.

David Wynn, Philip White, Howard Twelftree and Tomono Wynn in 2004.

David had commissioned Beck very early in the piece: it bravely announced a new direction for the region, and in the 50s, was alarming in its modernity. David claimed to be the first winemaker to use the word “Estate” in relation to his holding, and while he left Beck’s distinctive illo unchanged, he struggled and fiddled each vintage to ensure the words “Wynn’s Coonawarra Estate” and “Coonawarra” appeared as many times as possible on his bottle.

It was on the capsule (twice); it was on the cork. It was on the front label, prominently, and repeated in finer print at the bottom as the estate address. Turn the bottle around, there was a map showing Coonawarra, with, yep, Wynn’s Coonawarra Estate smack dab in the middle. It was repeated there again, in fine face, top and bottom; even in four point, up the side, as a code. Just to be sure.

“If you’re on Norwood Parade,” Wynn told me, “and there’s a bottle of my wine on a table on the other side of the road, I want you to recognise that bottle as Wynn’s.

“If you walk into a liquor barn, and there’s a bottle of my wine on the shelf right down the back, I want you to recognise that bottle, walk straight to it, pick it up and buy it with confidence and pride. Between the shelf and the till, I want you to read ‘Wynn’s’ and ‘Coonawarra Estate’ as many times as possible.”

Wynns’ range continues to feature Richard Beck’s woodcut of the original winery and distillery.

So if you study the bottles from Wynn’s era through several corporate takeovers to today’s ownership by Treasury, 70 years on, you’ll be alarmed at the repetition you’d never noticed before. That woodcut stays distinctive through all manner of adjustments and tweaks, even surviving brilliantly the inclusion of a black background and a bright red stripe.

To Wynn, that map on his back label (long gone, mind you) was much more important than any attempt to describe the contents beyond those basics: owner, source, type, strength and age. He had a new region to promote – nobody had heard of Coonawarra, or knew where it was. Wynn believed that if the brand was sufficiently distinctive to earn respect, the drinker would quite simply trust the contents without having to interpret some winemaking waffle about smells and flavours and whatnot.

With all that digested, I’m not here to say winemakers shouldn’t attempt to somehow describe the style of the drink they want you to buy. Get the biro out. Have a bit of a write. Get an editor to have a go at it. Designers are not editors.

But if your wine smells a bit like lignite, I wouldn’t be bragging of that on the back. I’d leave that evaluation to the critic to discover, hoping such a thing would never occur.

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I’m trying a different direction with the posts I will be putting here. This and the following posts under this title will share parts of my world. What helped to create the artist in me? Why am I driven to create? What has influenced and inspired me to do these things? What do I like to create?

As an artist, it’s important that my work find you guys and others like you. I want to share the things I imagine with everyone. There are so many people, places and things to show you.

But before that I should do a better job of introducing myself and sharing why this is such an important thing. My name is Richard Thaxton. In my Bio I explain about the reason why I chose the name XT Illos. The oldest being that an “X” was the way most people who couldn’t read or write would mark their signature.

Due to differing processes in training kids to read early on in school, many of my classmates and myself did not learn how to read properly. The new pilot program was not continued when we were transferred back to our original group the next year. This is where my choice to express myself visually took roots and grew. Even though I took an advance placement test in middle school and scored 11th to College level, I struggled with reading a lot all the way through high school. In the first quarter of college I taught myself to read.

I’ve been drawing for a long time. As a kid, I would try to reproduce small images of art that came in catalogs into larger pencil and colored pencil drawings. I got pretty good at catching the details. My favorites were the old tall sailing ships, pirate ships and different animals.

I was and still am a avid cartoon junkie which of course includes anime! Those and the live action dramas would keep me glued to the TV on Saturday mornings or the theater, when we could go. Many films about great works really mesmerized me. Some of my early favorites were Kimba the White Lion, Ultraman, Speed Racer, King Kong, Godzilla, Star Trek, Tarzan, the Seven Voyages of Sinbad, the Land That Time Forgot, Dracula, Frankenstein, the Mummy and the Wolfman.

There was lots of influences all around. there was lots of primers for the creativity to start flowing in my imagination. One day in high school a friend shared a book with me that really set things into motion. It was by Edgar Rice Burroughs, the John Carter series A Princess of Mars. This story and the artworks by Boris Vallejo and Frank Frazetta was the final push. I was enchanted and felt driven to learn how to tell stories with my art.

It’s been a long road from then until I could properly relate what I was seeing in my imagination. Lots of frustrating attempts in the beginning. As I would practice and study the things I was attempting to create I began to pick up more details. I took art in middle and high school. I also took classes in college for art both fine and commercial. One day I decided to give story illustration a try but that’s a story next time.

I don’t have any examples of my old work because of them being lost in a storage fire. I will drop in older pencil sketches, design processes and finished art that has not been seen since most of them were published.

“Wack” 16in x 20in Oil on Illo Board 1995

An Artist’s Journey I'm trying a different direction with the posts I will be putting here. This and the following posts under this title will share parts of my world.

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