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moral-turpitudes · 4 years

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College Headcanons: Modern!Peaky Blinders Edition

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A/N: This came to me in a dream. Enjoy.

Thomas Shelby:

Double Major: Political Science and Business Management (bc he likes to work himself to death) Minor: Military Sciences/ROTC

Likes debating and trying to outsmart the professor.

Often seen on campus with bloody knuckles from rocking someone’s jaw.

Would 100% punch a motherfucker for being mean to someone he cares about.

Doesn’t need to be in a fraternity to be known around campus, just don’t mess with him and you’ll be fine.

All the girls whisper as he walks by but he don’t give a fuck cuz he has to go to his lectures.

He’s on time for every class and pulls out his pocket watch if the professor is more than 5 minutes late. If the professor can’t bother showing up then he dips out.

Almost got suspended for one too many fist fights.

Has a “thing” for the barista at the campus Starbucks. He learned after frequent visits, that her name was Grace and that she liked black coffee just like him.

Mysterious and moody af. No one knows if they’ve ever seen him smile, except when chatting up Grace.

Tries his best to study, but ends up getting dragged into his siblings shenanigans or into his head about the family business.

Keeps to himself for the most part, except for having a few close friends.

Hates technology so he uses a typewriter and prefers receiving letters/mail over emails.

Can’t figure out how to use Grace the baristas phone when typing in his number and tells her to write it down instead.

Often tells her to meet him after her shift. 😏

Professors hate him because of his reliance on paper. Totes not eco-friendly but he doesn’t care. Tommy always gets his way.

Grace always gives him a cookie for free cuz she knows he forgets to eat.

Always seen smoking or sneaking drinks of whiskey in a flask, even at 7am lectures.

Binge drinks on weekends with his bros, and drunk calls barista Grace when he has maybe 3 working brain cells left for the night. On other weekends when he’s coherent, he meets with Polly and tries to discuss business plans since their dad dipped out like a bitch.

To make matters worse, after dating for a while, Grace just leaves him. He thinks his aunt Polly may have been too hard on her, but he didn’t know until later that she lied when she said she didn’t know about the business. But barista bitch knew everything, and was gonna expose them to her higher-ups in the criminal justice department before long.

Arthur Shelby:

Major: Agriculture Minor: Military Science/ROTC

Graduated just barely.

Ended up in some trouble with his peeps in the military science department, probs for cussing someone out.

Angry, loud, and emotional af.

Loved drinking with John and his frat boy friends.

No one messed with him if they valued their life.

Started one too many fights and got suspended for reals. Almost beat a man to death but we don’t talk about that.

He gets stressed really easily so in his free time he draws horses.

When he gets real mad he takes it to the campus boxing ring and punches to his hearts content.

On his way back to his dorm one night he saw a girl who was in his agriculture class. She was cute and also in a “Christian” ministry group on campus. He decided to chat her up when she was preaching, just to see what it was about.

They later dated but then she cheated around with a fellow churchy man and just went off the rails. When he found out it wasn’t pretty.

Her friends and pastor most likely shamed her cuz she be ✨sinning✨. Therefore not helping her mental state.

Her name was Linda. Never trust a Linda.

Everyone tried to console Arthur but only boxing and drinking at Johns frat house did the trick.

Tommy often had to run to his dorm in the middle of the night to talk him out his mental breakdowns. College is hard.

In the end, he was glad he did agriculture even if his crazy ex would constantly stare at him during lectures, probably plotting his demise.

Some days he’d take out his frustrations by chopping wood and helping out on the farm where he worked and studied most days.

But you bet your ass fuckin’ Linda showed up to his dorm one time though with a gun and tried to shoot him, but she didn’t know his brothers and aunt were there too. Polly may have shot her in the arm tho. But when the campus PD showed up shit really went down.

We don’t know where Linda is now, but that’s probs for the best.

John Shelby:

Major: Music (idk I felt like he’s a musical boi) Minor: Military Science/ROTC

He’s a frat boy through and through. He drops it low on the dance floor and is known to dive onto beer pong tables.

Constantly going to parties and hooking up with sorority girls, that is until he meets a girl named Esme who’d been dragged to the party by her friends.

Suddenly he ain’t no hoe no more, he’s head over boots in love with her and she loves him too.

They be sneaking around in various buildings, often having to make a run for it to escape security.

He’d play her songs after hard training days with his military buds cuz it helps him calm down.

He’s not as violent as his older brothers, but he’ll fuck a person up if needed.

His fraternity is the second most important thing to him besides his girl. He loves the energy of the fraternity, the partying, and acting a whole fool with his friends, but Esme has him whipped.

His studies are struggling though cuz he loves to get turnt. He hates the studying aspect of college.

Always getting his brothers into trouble.

Snorts coke off Esme’s tits on occasion at the frat parties. It’s a wild time.

Has the mouth of a sailor but a heart of gold.

Talks of kids with Esme after dating for a year. Can’t afford a ring yet tho, but their bud Jeremiah marries them anyway on a whim.

After Arthur and the Grace fiasco ensues, he drops out of college because Esme falls pregnant. In the end, she ends up getting the chickens and wild cottage!core house she’d always wanted. They both decide to raise their kids there, living their best lives until Tommy drags them into more family matters later on.

Ada Shelby:

Major: English Minor: Gender & Women’s Studies

Always seen in the most stylish clothes.

She’s quiet most times but can be very knowledgeable on various subjects.

She’s constantly going off on her older brothers and trying to smack some sense into them.

Feels like something is off with the barista Tommy’s been seeing, but it’s not her problem.

Can 100% find her chilling in the back of Starbucks reading old novels or writing literature reviews.

When she’s not there, she’s holed up in the library where she works part time, studying and practicing for debates.

10/10 would fuck in the library cuz she knows all the best secret places to go to. 😏

Organizes meetings with different campus associations and demands equality for students.

Spends her free time surfing the net for clothes or keeping an eye out for a potential new bae.

Is probably the best at studying. She earns the best grades let’s be honest.

Will not hesitate to call a bitch out. She may not throw hands but she’ll throw words that can cut you like a knife.

Works for the campus paper, spilling all the tea on campus life. Her brothers often reluctantly agree to be her mock interview subjects for a range of assignments.

She breaks necks when walking around campus, everyone moves out of their way for her.

She’s a bad bitch.

Finn Shelby:

Major: Photography Minor: English

He hates how violent his brothers are but would 10/10 back them up if needed.

Often asks Ada for advice on studying and girls.

Doesn’t like the frat boy scene like John, but goes to the parties anyways with his best friends Isiah and Bonnie.

He’s a freshman and you can tell. He still has a glimmer of life in his eyes and a pep in his step as he walks around campus.

When he’s not taking pictures for class, he’s taking pictures of his girlfriend.

She’s his muse even when doing the simplest of things like sitting in a chair or reading one of his English books.

Each week he’d surprise her with a picture he took when she wasn’t looking, telling her how beautiful she is.

He may not look strong, but after many nights at the boxing ring with Arthur, he knew how to throw a punch.

He almost flunked his studies a couple times, getting too caught up in partying or being with his girl, but Ada and his Aunt Polly set him straight.

Voted by his family as most likely to not get arrested or suspended from college.

He’d have deep conversations with his friends, often confusing them because it was just that deep.

In his spare time he’d go boxing with Arthur or would try to help Tommy with his essays, but Tommy would get frustrated and tell him to fuck off within the first 10 minutes.

Polly Gray:

Profession: Business Management Professor Side Job: Managing the blinder business with Tommy

When she’s not teaching class, she’s managing the blinder business that was left to her and Tommy to tackle. This also means covering up any suspicions that arise on campus. She has her hands full.

She’s Tommy’s only shred of common sense some days when he gets too stressed out from his 10,000 majors and minors, or wants to plan to overthrow the university.

Will not hesitate to slap someone, preferably her unruly nephews.

Anyone can lie to her but the truth always falls through the cracks, and when she finds out, you’d pray you faced the devil instead.

In her spare time she reads tea leaves and prays for the corrupt souls of her son and his cousins. She really just begs to god that they can come together for once to get the business in line, but even that may be asking too much.

Knows a snake when she sees one. *cough* *cough* Grace the barista.

She’s the first one to tell someone I told ya so, especially her students when they flunk her tests because they decided to get drunk the night before.

When she’s not yelling at her nephews or grading papers, she can be seen at the local bar chatting up coworkers and old flames, hoping to find “the one” eventually. She ends up having a “thing” for the quirky Philosophy professor though. He’s kind of shady cuz she finds out he’s in a similar business on the side, but it only makes her like him more. She craves the danger.

They later end up in a whirlwind romance similar to John and Esme, and everyone loves that for them.

She can also be seen with her head in her hands when trying to persuade Tommy to use technology.

“What is copy and paste Pol? Can’t I just write it down? What’s up with all these gadgets aye?”

“If you want your hand to fall off and to make me lose my mind, then yes, write it down. Grading is bloody hard enough as it is, let alone grading your papers. You’re just like your father ya know, always doing things the hard way.”

Tells Gina off when she gets the chance just like she did Grace. She didn’t shoot her like Linda though, she just hurt some feelings.

May have aided in Grace’s “sudden” departure…maybe…just a little bit.

Secretly ships Tommy with a woman named Lizzie who had been her assistant at her office. She knew she could trust her more, at least.

Despite her harshness, she’s just trying to keep her family from completely fucking up their lives.

Michael Gray:

Major: Accounting Minor: Business Management

Like Tommy, he doesn’t get the hype of fraternities so he just hangs out with his cousins or his small circle of friends, they aren’t saints though.

His mom, Polly is his business management professor. She always calls on him and gives him a hard time when he spaces out in class.

Is often seen around campus with a few friends or his girlfriend Gina who he met in business class. They’re sickening and it was like a whirlwind romance tbh.

He usually finds himself cleaning up his cousin’s messes when it comes to fighting, but if he has to throw some punches he will.

He’s not as impulsive when it comes to matters of business, but where matters of the heart are concerned that’s another story.

When the blinders and Polly were all at her house for dinner one night he announced he was going to marry Gina. Arthur and John laughed and Tommy smirked slightly, still butt-hurt after his Grace left him for little-to-no reason. Ada grinned and bared the news whilst Polly nearly smacked him on the head.

People didn’t dare mess with him, and that went for all his cousins as well.

He spent a majority of his days in class crunching numbers, and most his nights out with the boys getting drunk or fuckin’ with Gina.

Because his mom held him accountable, his grades rivaled Ada’s causing them to get into some friendly competition at times.

He’s cunning like Tommy though. He got into many a screaming match with the older blinder after trying to take over his position in the family business. It ended in some black eyes and Polly smacking both of them with her newspaper. He knew better than to mess with the devil himself.

Despite the tensions between the cousins at times, he’s always the one they go to when they can’t figure out their math homework, and he’d always have to meet one of them in the library at 3 am to smuggle in some cocaine and a drink to keep them studying.

#katies headcanons #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #ada shelby #finn shelby #polly gray #michael gray #peaky blinders headcanons #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders #can y’all tell I’m obsessed with the dark academia aesthetic lately?

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slashersthings · 4 years

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A Match Made In Hell / Leatherface x Reader

An old rusty pickup truck, which looked like it'd seen some better days, cruises down a desolate country backroad, the kind that only locals would be probably know where they led to and most tourists would steer clear of.

...But that didn't stop or deter you. You intended to make the most out of this impromptu road trip and, even though the town was a little... strange to say the least, you weren't gonna let it change your mind.

So you lean forward and reach for the radio, hoping and praying to find anything good to come in. But when nothing but static and churchy music tune in, you huff and turn the radio back off.

The sun was beating down and it made the inside of the truck unbearably hot. The only relief was the opened windows because the piece of shit truck didn't have air conditioning and you gave up trying to fix it.

You really should have, in retrospect, because it was only a matter of time before the old thing broke down entirely. And as if on cue, a cloud of smoke starts puffing from the truck's hood and a loud sputtering soon follows.

"No no no!" You exclaim angrily and manage to pull off onto the side of the road before the truck takes it's last breath. "Son of a bitch." You grumble and hit the steering wheel before hopping out to examine the situation.

You lift the hood and a big puff of smoke emerges, receiving a coughing fit from you in return. You had no clue what could be wrong and had no way to call someone, seeing as you chose to drive out into bumfuck nowhere and had no cell service.

And the chances of someone driving by and coming to your rescue? Not very likely. So the only option you reluctantly had was to continue down the road and hopefully find someone that knew anything about vehicles to help you out.

So you sigh, lock up your truck, (though you doubt anyone would come along and steal it), and continue on your way, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead as you go.

Thirty minutes later and you were ready to collapse. Your legs ached, your lungs screamed for water, and your clothes grew uncomfortably sweaty and sticky.

You wipe off another round of sweat from your hot face and stop in the middle of the road. Your heart was beating so fast that you worried it was gonna give out from heat exhaustion. You stumble forward a little and take a deep breath.

Like a sudden miracle from God, you happen to glance upwards and your eyes lock onto a rusty old windmill just a few more feet down the road. And if you had any energy, you'd of jumped for joy.

That windmill was like a saving grace. You just really hoped that the windmill actually led to a farm and that someone was at that said farm.

You take another deep breath before mustering up some form of energy and push forward, hurrying to the area. Once you finally make it, your rewarded with the sight of a long driveway leading up to a big white house with a truck parked outside.

You sigh in relief and race to the farmhouse with renewed hope that you were saved. You head up onto the porch and peer inside since the front door was opened with just the screen door shut.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" You ask and look around at your surroundings. "I don't mean to bother you, but I need help."

Nothing.

Your hope is quickly dashed and you head off of the porch with slumped shoulders. Your mentally chiding yourself for being so stupid about coming on this roadtrip, when a sudden 'hey!' and the sound of someone's footsteps catches your attention.

You spin around quickly and see an older man standing about twenty feet away from you. "Uh, hi, I was just knocking on your door, but no one answered."

The old man gives a toothy grin and nods to an upstairs window, "Damn, Bubba, probably too busy putting his makeup on."

You look up to where he was staring and find an empty window, "I'm sorry?"

"You will be." The old man mutters with a sinister smile, though you didn't hear him, "Whaddya need exactly?"

"My truck broke down about thirty minutes from here and I-"

"You've been walkin' in this heat that long?" The old man interrupts you with grave excitement and takes a step closer, "Well, you must be dying of thirst! C'mon inside, I'll get ya some water."

While water sounded amazing, you weren't so sure about this. You shake your head and stay put, "Oh, no, really I'm fine."

"Nonsense, it's really no trouble. Just come on in and get some water." He says with a little more attitude and motions to the house.

He seemed pretty persistent on getting you inside that house, and with the mention of someone named 'Bubba', you were suddenly starting to get a bad feeling.

"I'm being nice here and your turning down my hospitality?"

Your eyes widen slightly, "I don't mean to offend you, sir, it's just I need to get back to my truck."

"What's someone like you doing out here all by yourself anyway?" He asks and glances over your body with great interest.

You take a step back and become uncomfortable by his gaze, "I really need help with fixing my truck." You reply, avoiding his question, "Can you help me?"

The old man's sinister smile returns, "Oh yeah, yeah, I can help you. Why don't you wait inside the house and I'll go get some tools out in the shed."

Again with trying to get you inside the house. You shake your head again, "I'll just stay here."

"In the hot heat? Nah, you'll come with me right now." He says, well more like commands, and motions you to follow him to this 'shed'.

You reluctantly do, figuring that it was better than going inside that increasingly worrisome house. "Names Drayton." The old man huffs out as a greeting.

"Y/N." You give him your name and he looks back at you over his shoulder with another creepy grin.

You try to brush it off as backwoods weirdos and keep your pace behind him, making sure to leave a few feet between you two.

Drayton brings you to a rickety, well beyond repair, dirty shed and nods to it, "Tools are inside."

You sigh before following him halfway inside, pausing right outside the entrance, "Are you good with vehicles?"

"I know how to fix 'em." Drayton grunts out and bends down to a rusty toolbox, "Course, I'm more of a cook. Bubba's the one who's good with tools and such."

You quirk a brow at the second mention of this 'Bubba', "Who's Bubba?"

Looking back at this moment, you really wished you never asked. Drayton looks at you for a second before his sinister smile returns, "My brother. Oh, he'd love to meet you."

You swallow hard and look around, "Did you get the tools you need?" You wanted to sound calm and collected, but your voice shook and you looked visibly tensed.

Drayton stands, fists clenching at his side, "Really, come inside, and we'll make it easy on you."

Your eyes widen and you take a few steps back, "What is wrong with you? I already told you no."

Drayton just laughs, "Alright. Don't say I didn't warn ya."

You shake your head and start walking back to the driveway. You had no clue what to do. But there was no way you were staying there. But the distant sound of a chainsaw makes you stop dead in your tracks and whip around.

In front of you, Drayton stood, same damn smile on his face, and points to the side of the shed. You nervously look and see another man, this one holding a chainsaw.

The new man, who you were gonna go out on a limb here and guess was Bubba, wasn't only holding a running chainsaw, he wore a strange mask that you certainly didn't wanna get close up to and had on a bloody apron over his clothes.

Whether the blood was old or new, you didn't know and really didn't want to. Bubba turns the chainsaw off and stares blankly at you. "I'm leaving." You stupidly state to the two creepy men and turn back, gasping when you hear loud footsteps behind you.

"I don't think so." Drayton grunts and roughly grabs your arm, spinning you around, "Your staying for dinner." He tries pulling you back to the shed with a huff while you resist, "Bubba, I got a good one for ya!"

"No!" You scream in horror and flail around, and with all your might, manage to break free from Drayton's bruising grip. You watch as he just laughs and looks at Bubba.

"What're you waiting for? Get your ass moving and go get 'em!"

You scream bloody murder and take off down the driveway, ears tuning in to the sound of a chainsaw and loud thuds behind you. Bubba was right there and while you try picking up your pace, it was futile.

Strong arms wrap around your waist and he picks you up with surprising finesse, juggling you and the chainsaw, which he thankfully turned off. You flail and kick, hoping he'd drop you, but no, his grip just tightens.

"No no no! Stop! Just let me go!" Bubba brings you back to the farmhouse where Drayton waited by the door, eyes glaring at you.

"Go inside." He orders and Bubba nods obediently.

"Please don't do this!" You plead one last time, but they ignore it and continue with their plan for you.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask Bubba while he pushes you into a dingy smelly room, "What do you want?"

Bubba ignores you and points to the bed silently. You furrow your brows, "I'm not staying here."

Bubba glares at you and without warning, pushes you onto the bed. You gasp at the sudden movement, "Please, Bubba, let me go! I won't tell anyone."

He shakes his head and you sigh. "I swear I won't tell anyone about this. You and your brother won't get into trouble."

He shakes his head again before heading for the door, but before he can leave, you stand up and reach for his hand, "Bubba, I'd really appreciate it if you could get me some water." You say with a sweet smile.

For the first time with you, Bubba nods then points back to the bed, silently telling you to stay. You sigh as he leaves and reluctantly sit down on the dirty bed.

What were you gonna do?

#leatherface #leatherface x reader #horror #slasher

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amwritesitall · 4 years

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Dude hear me out: Harriet x Mary Eunice 🤯🤯

A concept I can get on board with! I don’t know if you wanted headcanons but I’m going to shoot out some ideas

What if like they meet at a churchy thing because ya know a common ground for the two

Harriet has become an LGBT+ community advocate within the church due to her coming out and also using her platform of being an actress

Mary Eunice is immediately drawn to her (I mean who wouldn’t be)

But poor Mary Eunice doesn’t really know exactly why she’s drawn to her

She thinks it’s just because she’s a good actress (like many of us as Baby Gays used to do)

Maybe Harriet picks up on this when they meet and she flirts with Mary Eunice a bit

Harriet saying little things to make the Mary Eunice blush

At the end of the function, Harriet gives Mary Eunice her phone number and offers for her to come and see Studio 60 sometime

“I can give you a personal tour”

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vicsep7250 · 5 years

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PART 2 OF THE PERSONA 4 + 5 AU BC I HAVE IDEEEEEAAAAAS!

Part 1 is right here in case the post got drowned in other posts .

Aight, so. Ideas involving the Thieves and Investigation Team after encountering the Dark Priest and Shadow Akechi.

During the fight, Shadow Akechi starts summoning other shadows and just starts causing them to suffer psychotic breakdowns against the Phantom Thieves while the Dark Priest fights off the Investigation Team. Unfortunately for the IT it’s been a good while since they’ve actually worked together and done anything in the TV World which is a huge difference to how the Phantom Thieves are just clearing out the groups of shadows that keep coming.

The Priest meanwhile is giving the IT a hard time, monologueing about how hypocritical they are, and just going on a tangent in just how they kept refusing to see the blatant truths right in front of the - about Akiren being the cryptid and other things that they really shouldn’t know about their personal lives.

It eventually ends when Shadow Akechi starts to rant on about how futile it is to deny their lose, and the Priest declares how they will bring them all to true justice, just as they have done for the past year.

So with the plot out of the way we can have the character interactions we want/never knew we needed. (All of which may or may not already be on @ren-amamiyaa ‘s blog) Aka the Kanji and Kanji 2.0 discussion of loving their moms and being gud bois, Ann and Rise going into topics of how they act in the work place and their social lives (remember how Rise as identity issues bc of her career ATLUS YOU NEVER RESOLVED THAT!), and the inevitable Naoto + Yu becoming incredibly destroyed at the fact that the Inaba PD screwed Akiren over and were under Shido’s thumb (I known this is really empty and sparse but just try and fill in the blanks here). Oh yeah and Teddie and Morgana being sorta-kinda-like Shadows and THAT talk happening.

So ya know how I said that the IT are a bit disfunctional now and are barely holding on together to save Nanako? Well imagine how they’re law abiding natures handle with the PT if they were “True Good” citizens, since they kinda are only law abiders (except Yosuke and Kanji but we forgive them). They might renew their bonds and friendships and form new ones with the kiddos, or they might seperate from e/o bc they realize they’re all really different people with different ideals and ways of life with the only trait they share being that they have personas and live in Inaba... and the team just gets woooooorse since now they realize they have no real reason to be “friends” and Yu is crying a storm behind his Narukami Deadpan Mask^tm.

Anyway here’s where things become Persona. The only way out is through the TV the Thieves came though bc Fallen Heaven (new name for new development and its open again hush) (also everyone ran into e/o in Magatsu Inaba ok? ok) but it has become completely different than what it once was when the kids went through it. Now the place is just filled with broken ruins, dark patchy dried grass, dried up rivers that used to flow through the place, cloudy skies and heavy rain are just pouring throughout the entire place. And amongst the ruins there these little buildings scatterd throughout the place ranging from nice looking nursery homes to rotting wooden shacks. Akechi goes silent and still every time they run into one of these places and says nothing about it to the others.

Oh did I mention that bc Nanako loves Loveline and Akechi is a Detective Prince (”You’re not the Detective Prince, Naoto is.” “That title never really held any worth to me nor did it really mattter in anyway.” “Well you’ll always be the true one and only Prince.” “They always like this?” “Honestly we have no idea with Moronji and Naoto.”) there are P U Z Z L E S and C A S E S to solve? Why? Atlus and Persona that’s why andnotbcimgraspingstrawsherre !

The Thieves + Akechi go through these places to find clues on not just this weird TV world but also about that Priest (bonus if we find anything on Akechi to help him) while the IT go off to find Nanako. Shadow Akechi keeps running into the Thieves when they find pieces to the puzzle, about the missing girl, about Akechi himself since he (begrudgingly) is starting to let them in for realzies, how Adachi killed people with help from a god (”Sounds about right” says Joker, Bowl Cut and co probably when through something along the lines of his adventure) etc etc. As they go through things, the buildings start to have mini Palace epsiodes and self destruct, Fallen Heaven looking very slightly more cleaned up each time to it looking less dark and Akechy (badum dsh) and back its ruined state.

With the Team they end up finding out Heaven is either big bc of Akechi’s influence, or it’s a lot longer than they remember. They mainly clear out shadows that end up showing up, but they’re all scared and hesitant to approach them, almost like they’re trying to run and hide to live another day. They only realize this when the run into a Shadow in a hallway instead of a closed room where it just books it. But wait that wasn’t a Treasure Hand the group realizes thanks to Yosuke’s astute observations on the Shadows and the Set. Eventually they find the glass panes of Nanako’s memories and realize they kinda ruined her a bit with keeping her in the dark. I mean what were they suppose to do, tell her about how she got kidnapped, thrown into the tv, got put into a life threatening situation with a monster formed from repressed emotions that put her in the hospital and then DIED FOR A FEW MINUTES WHILE THEY ALL ALMOST MURDERED A MAN?!!??!

While they go through the Set they start to hear voices of other people, a lot of people actually. They all sound like the people who ended up having extreme changes of character, and it sounds like they’re all pleading for... something. Truth? Justice? They can’t tell if it’s either of those things or just mmishmashed mumbles of the people. Anyways they evntually enter some sort of chapel room of the Fallen Heaven with these human Shadows of the people have extreme changes of character. They see that Nanako’s Shadow is in the center of all these people and starts to reveal all of the doubts and emotions she has been feeling over the years about the Investigation Team. It ruins the IT, especially Yu as he basically learns that his Lil’ Sis hates him and wants nothing to do with him anymore. Cue the Shadows melting (screaming and crying bc they do that apparantly) and a fight against uh-duuuuh I dunno... (*flings dart at board*) an angel. What angel? UUhhhhh... fallen... yeeee... canyoutellimrunningouttasteam

After the battle ends, the shadows all seperate and Nanako’s Shadow is nowhere to be seen amongst the ruined churchy room.

Annnnnd now Im burned out and need to think thimgs over again. Thanks to listening to my ramblings on @ren-amamiyaa‘s amazing AUs and community, and I’ll probably make the next ramble post... eventually... theoretically...

#Persona 4 #persona 5 #golden heist au #thief nanako au #cryptid chasers au #aaaa im so glad you liked the first part #im sorry for making some drastic changes but this was how i saw everything going down right #this all sounds awful tho #me spitballin' here #trash rambles #the trashcan fills up with garabage #time to take out the trash

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jusdisslotus · 5 years

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Attack on Stainglass #11: Monarch

I’d really suggest sticking with traditional when it comes to the comic parts, they’re a lot softer on the eyes and look like they had more time and effort put into them. However, the picture quality’s a bit too bright and washed out.

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Quintin’s personality and accent change for some weird reason that’s never explained. Thorn doesn’t know what exactly’s happened or what will happen to Quintin and Brighton starts arguing with him.

“I had a gargoyle installed! All the hot church’s have ‘em!” Kale replied with his trademark grin.

“But it looks so evil…Will that thing attract evil spirits?” Thorn whimpered.

“Thorn, they’re meant to scare off evil spirits, not attract 'em…” Kale reassured.

“Well, I think it looks good, Kale!” Brighton announced before flashing Thorn a defiant smirk.

“See? Our head of security likes it so ya know it’s safe.” Kale pointed out.

“Fine, we can keep the gargoyle…” Thorn reluctantly agreed with a sigh.

“Sweet! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a shop to attend to.” Kale excused himself to return to the gift-shop.

“Hey, Quinten? Why don’tcha help me and Myrtle keep watch over the church? Maybe you can even help me work on the design for our Mardi Gras float.” Brighton offered before flashing Thorn another smirk.

“Oh, grow up, Brighton!” Thorn rolled his eyes before angrily storming back into the church.

Thorn is a pastor, shouldn’t he know what Gargoyles mean and represent? Even so, how did Thorn not know of the installation? Isn’t he supposed to be like the leader of the church?

And I guess Brighton’s acting passive aggressively to Thorn since Thorn doesn’t know what’ll happen with Quintin, smirking at him like a rebellious teen who wants attention.

“Sure, I’d love to but what’s going between you and Thorn?” Quinten decided to question out of curiosity.

“Just another classic case of Thorn doin’ his typical, Thorn crap…We were supposed to hang out today and work on the float but he blew me off for some dumb kid in our orphanage…” Brighton sighed with a roll of his eyes.

“Well, that wasn’t very churchy of him…” Quinten had to admit.

“I know! That little brat’s obviously still in the church somewhere! What’s he gonna do, jump a thousand feet down just to get away from us?! He can’t and he won’t ‘cause like them precious Snowflakes, he’s a wuss but no matter how many times I tell Thorn that, he’s dead-set on blowin’ me off to find this stupid kid and to add insult to injury, he keeps blamin’ me for losin’ the kid all because I yelled at him for breakin’ one of our Jesus statues!” Brighton of course began to rant about his problems just as Quinten suspected he would but Quinten in turn offered Brighton his undivided attention since he felt the need to help Brighton make amends with Thorn.

“I see…I am truly sorry to hear that…” Quinten decided to side with Brighton for now, at least until he could get Thorn’s side of the story.

“Yeah, pretty messed up, right? Oh well, thanks for lettin’ me vent!” Brighton then flashed Quinten a smile.

“What are friends for?” Quinten offered a sheepish smile of his own in return.

I mean, it’s not like Brighton’s helping out in any way. Thorn has to go and find an orphan HE shoud’ve been watching and Brighton’s just acting pissy and clingy. AH YES, calling a kid a wuss for not basically committing suicide by jumping of the cloud, but oh, poor Brighton’s still apparently alone in the church where he has OTHER friends. Brighton knows he can yell at a kid but still WATCH them, right??

It’s messed up to let Thorn do the job that Brighton was supposed to do, it’s messed up for Brighton to be bitching about not being able to hang out as if HE was in any way the victim here, but the most messed up thing here is Thorn left Brighton, an immature, idiotic, emotionally unstable, sociopathic meathead in charge of a bunch of orphans.

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God loves you, He really does

December 30, 2018 I’m an avid coin collector. I have been for years. I remember the first coin I found that sparked my love of collection. I was in the Costco parking lot with my family on a shopping trip and I found this American penny on the ground. But it wasn’t just any penny, it was really warped and it looked like a tiny tank had driven over it because it was jagged on one end and had cuts and divots in it. Looking back now, there’s not much value in a coin that’s been so viciously ruined, but at the time I picked it up and thought “wow this is the coolest thing ever and I’m keeping it”. That was the beginning. Since then, for about a decade, I’ve been collecting coins every time I’ve found them. I always look through my change and always head towards the shiny speck on the ground. Over the years I’ve found some pretty basic commemorative quarters (which there are a lot of, Canadian and American), loonies, toonies, nickels, dimes, and pennies. Some relatively common ones and some more rare ones; such as nickels from the early fifties when they were still made of actual nickel, an actual silver dime from ‘31, a few old pennies from the late 1800′s - early 1900′s, a couple Canadian silver dollars, and a few other fun ones (including the entire 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympic set that I bought in Vancouver in 2010 during the Winter Olympics with my own money, which as a 10 year old and new collector, was a big thing). Not to mention all the foreign coins I’ve found. I’ve now got some from all over the world. England, France, Germany, Ireland, the Netherlands, New Zealand, Bermuda, Uganda, Mexico, China, Poland, Austria, Finland, the Soviet Union (back when that was a thing), and several other places. I could go on and on about my collection, but we’d be here all day. I’ll stop ogling over them now. (Or at least try to restrain myself.) A couple days ago I finally bought those little cardboard squares you put coins in with the see-through plastic coverings, along with binder sheets that those squares go in. (I have yet to get a binder.) I was finally organizing probably a couple hundred coins instead of keeping them stored in an almost overflowing and definitely broken piggy bank. I was looking up online where all these coins were from and going to my Dad to see if he knew some of them. After I showed him a few, he decided to dig out his old collection too. (His is much bigger than mine, but I plan to beat him at some point, probably when I’m really old.) He sifted through a few boxes and found a few doubles he had, so he gave them to me. As he kept looking through his stash he found a very specific coin. He picked it up, held it up to look at it in the light, then finally said, “I have no idea where this came from.” With that, he gave it to me and said “here, you can show this one to your friends at camp.” “This must be a really cool one,” I thought. “Cool enough I should show my friends.” Was it incredibly ancient? Was it an old Nazi coin? (Side note, I don’t condone Nazis. I simply love historical artifacts like these. My sister has a few Nazi coins and I think they’re one of the best finds ever.) Finally, I looked at the coin. I was kind of bummed. It wasn’t incredibly ancient. It wasn’t an old Nazi coin. In fact, it wasn’t even usable currency. On one side it read “GOD LOVES YOU, HE REALLY DOES”, and on the other side it read “NO WEAPON FORMED AGAINST YOU SHALL PROSPER - ISAIAH 54:17″ (Yes it was all in caps, I’m not just shouting at you.) “Ooooh, I get it,” I thought. “Show it to your Bible camp friends because it’s a Bible related coin. Gotcha.” Honestly, this thing looked like it was a token (haha get it) of appreciation from some old 80′s church movement or something. (You know what, because neither my dad or I knew where it was from, that’s probably exactly what it was.) Well sure, it wasn’t something super fancy, but it’s round, made of metal, and something you don’t see every day. Those are pretty much the qualifications for a coin to join my collection. (Unless it’s not round. There are some coins that aren’t round. I don’t have any yet. Unless you count old nickels that are like dodecahedrons or something.) So I took the coin. I kept looking at this unusual piece all day, turning it over, feeling it, and tossing it in the air (and by golly it makes the most perfect coin toss sound when you do it right). I decided to look up the verse written on the coin. Isaiah 54:17. Turns out, only a piece of this verse is on the coin. I guess there wasn’t enough room and tiny print is kind of hard to read. Especially when it keeps glinting in the light. The full verse reads (in the NIV), “no weapon forged against you will prevail, and you will refute every tongue that accuses you. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and this is their vindication from me," declares the LORD.” As great a slogan as the first part is, I think the coin left out the most important part of this verse. “”You will refute every tongue that accuses you. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and this is their vindication from me,” declares the LORD.” When we live as servants of the Lord we gain this heritage. This heritage is that nothing can touch us and we have power over anything that tries to. And to top it all off, we are vindicated by the Lord. Our Father loves us enough to clear us of all blame. Anything we’ve ever done, ever will do, and are even doing right now, we’ve been cleared of it all. Of course this only fully works when we live as servants of the Lord. What does a servant do? They listen to their master and do as they’re told. That’s all we have to do. It’s so simple and we mess it up so badly. In short, when we listen to God and do as He tells us, we’re covered in that protective bubble He puts around us. “No weapon formed against you shall prosper.” Nothing can touch us. Of course there’s another side to this coin. Not so drastic as a flip side normally is, just an addition in this case. Another little tidbit that lit up my mind. That cheesy 80’s church line. “God loves you, He really does.” Most people tend to gag and even revolt when they see or hear something like this. That’s because God and the Church have been easily turned into a cheesy infomercial. Because of this, I usually don’t give churchy slogans like this the time of day. But I felt more compelled to in this case. Maybe because I see all my coins as my children and I love them all, despite their potential flaws. Or maybe I’m not a crazy man who personifies his tiny pieces of metal and the “slogan” was just tugging on me. I probably still am though. (Ok, no I’m not that crazy. I don’t give them names and talk to them. I’m just fascinated by them and like to look at them and take in their rarity. Much like a creator loves their creation, a collector loves their collection. Back on track.) I gave this phrase an extra second to resonate in my mind. “Yeah I know God loves me, nothing new there,” I thought. “Oh wow… He really does. He REALLY does.” The extra affirmation started to kick in. I started to think about my life and all the crazy amazing things I’ve been able to be a part of and experience, in the past year alone. My God really loves me enough to give me all these amazing opportunities and put all these wonderful people in my life. My life can be utterly boring at times, sitting in my room for weeks finishing school. But there are still so many aspects of my life that overwhelm me by how simply good they are. What started as some cheap church propaganda token has turned into an actual revelation for me. Well two, actually. I’m definitely bringing this things back to camp with me. Not so I can start a fake movement and get everyone to raise their hands and get matching tattoos of Isaiah 54:17. That would be wasted efforts. (If they were even efforts at all.) I love physical reminders of things I’ve learned. I have a few already, this is simply the latest. And, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, I love rare coins, so this is one of my favourite physical reminders to date. If this fun story can leave you with anything, let it be this: Give that cheesy slogan the time of day to tell you what it wants to. Just give it an extra second. If it’s nothing, it’s nothing. But if it’s something, you might not want to miss out on it. Also if you’re a collector as well (of coins, stamps, keys, anything really) don’t hesitate to talk to me. I always find it cool to compare collections and see what treasures other people have found. It all fascinates me. I’ll probably start a stamp collection at some point too. Probably other things as well. That’s all for now. Just let me leave you with one last thing. One last thing to hopefully stick around in your head for a while. The slogan. God loves you, He really does. (Note: Here’s what the coin looks like. It’s about the size and colour of a dulled Canadian loonie, though a lot thinner. I can’t figure out how to put pictures in the middle of a post on Tumblr but they can go at the end. So here ya go. If you know where this might be from, let me know!)

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Chapter 26 - Man, it doesn’t show signs of stoppin’ [part 3]

Birds Of a Feather

(In the previous chapters: Layla’s stuck at SeaTac and gives a call to WC Boyfriend who, once more, confirms to be the shittiest boyfriend ever; in the meantime, Sara has reunited with her long-lost cat and an acquaintance of her family, but it wasn’t all peaches and dandelions. WARNING: the other super-short update – we know that we had promised you to update sooner, but we were busy with our job, studies and festivities – just in time to wish you a fantastic 2018!)

Sara walked upstairs back to the loft, frantically rummaging in her shoulder bag to find the apartment keys. When she arrived on the landing, she jumped. “Fuck, mr. California! You scared the shit out of me!” the girl angrily shouted, almost dropping her headphones “The fuck are you doin’ out here???” The singer was in fact sitting on the floor, next to the front door – notebook and pen in his lap. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he quickly grabbed the objects and hid them behind his back “It’s just that I went for a walk but forgot my keys on the table, and Jeff’s gone to a party, so…” “No problem: Layla left me hers” she made the keys clink under Eddie’s nose, so the singer smiled and stood up while she made the lock spring open. When they went inside, Sara stopped in the hallway to hang her coat, scarf and bonnet, while Eddie was looking at her, scratching his nape. “Weren’t… weren’t you supposed to spend this day with your family?” he finally asked, almost startling her. The girl gulped, rubbed her blubber eyes and put on a rather convincing cheerful voice, trying not to let him notice her real attitude. “Oh, yes, it’s just-I went to my parents’ house and I noticed that my mom’s relatives from Portland were there too… They’re annoying and know-it-all and kind of churchy too… <Why in hell did I mention Portland? Fuckin’ A, Fancini! Congrats!> … So I just drew the attention of my dad, without making the others notice me, and I explained him that I couldn’t tolerate ‘em, so he agreed and made up some persuasive excuse too… I guess my mum will understand, even if they’re her siblings and shit like that” she ended her monologue and finished to hang all her things, while Eddie was still looking at her. “So… this means you survived” he gave her a warm smile and she did the same. “Yeah, I guess so… Man, I fuckin’ hate these festivities! Hypocrisy flows in torrents” “Don’t tell me… The fuckin’ triumph of bleeding hearts, ugh” the singer soon joined her in that anti-Christmas rant and the two of them quickly ended bursting into laughter. “Glad to see another cynical and black soul around here – the world is too full of retarded Santa’s little helpers” “Man, I hate those lil’ fuckers!” Eddie laughed again, then his eye fell upon a packet full of ribbons that was under the Christmas tree – Sara’s gaze followed his own one. “Oh, you noticed Layla’s work of art…” “… How the fuck does she know that yesterday was my birthday?!” he finally exclaimed, making the girl look at him in disbelief. “Wait a minute: yesterday was your birthday?!” “… SHIT” “Why the fuck didn’t you tell us, Eddie??? You really are grown up in the woods, for fuck’s sake!” Sara scolded him, her eyes plopping out of her head. “I don’t know… I just didn’t want to bother, that’s all” he shrugged, not knowing what else to say. “… you really are weird” the girl sighed, shaking her head “Anyway, that’s your Christmas present… Layla always remembers this kind of things so, in your shoes, I wouldn’t be bothered…” “Didn’t she buy you anything?” Ed asked her, noticing that his pack was the only one under the Christmas tree. “Who do you think you’re talkin’ to??? Of course she bought me something, I’m her fuckin’ best friend!” she gave him a little slap in the nape “But I’ve already hidden it… ya know, with that animal of Ament that freely scampers in this loft, you’ll never know what he could do to my wealth” The guy laughed again “I think I’ll take the risk – I’ll leave mine here” “As you wish, mr. California – I won’t be the one who’s gonna stop you… don’t say I didn’t warn ya” He nodded and started to go in his room’s direction, then stopped and looked at her. “I guess I’m goin’ in my room to listen to some records… Wanna join me?” Sara winced a little, but quickly regained her usual aplomb. “Yeah, why not?” she shrugged “Just gimme a minute and I’ll come” “Ok, great – I’ll leave the door open, no need to knock” The girl nodded and made her way to the bathroom, while he stood in the hallway a few other seconds; when he saw the ringlets at the end of her ponytail disappear, he finally went in his bedroom.

<Nothing happened – you’re perfectly capable to have a natural conversation without embarrassing yourself… you’re gonna fuckin’ own this, you’ll see> Sara splashed her face, then looked at her tired reflection in the mirror: she could still spot some glitter but decided that her cheeks had already been rubbed enough – oh, and her face was the embodiment of misery. <I’m gonna be fuckin’ owned, ugh – this motivational bullshit is pathetic> She took a deep breath and made her way to Ed’s room, stopping just outside: Quadrophenia had just started playing when she peeped out from the doorjamb. “Am I still welcome?” Eddie raised his eyes from the books he was browsing and gave her a smile. “Always – come in!” he went to close the door and gestured for her to find a place to sit; she decided to take a seat on the floor, near the bookshelf where he was standing before. Soon after the guy approached her, waving something with a playful grin: “What did I tell you? Here, see for yourself” He handed her the infamous Polaroid he had taken with Joe Strummer and the girl sneered. “Since a month has almost passed, I thought you had made the whole story up…” she provoked him, without tearing her gaze from Strummer’s autograph at the bottom of the picture. “Yeah, in fact this photo is false as the fact that in 1977 I saw Springsteen and the E Street Band…” he casually added, going to sit next to her. “… you did what???” “… and I also saw The Who in 1979, when I was almost fifteen years old” “YOU LUCKY BASTARD!” Sara kicked him, making him laugh. “Why, are you telling me you never went to a concert?” Eddie mocked her with an evil smile. “Yeah, in fact Fleetwood Mac in 1980, Cat Stevens in 1976 or Led Zeppelin in 1977 were just hallucinations” “HOLY SHIT!” the guy exclaimed, surprised “Wait a minute, Cat Stevens in 1976? How old were-” “Eight years old, and he played divinely” she smiled again “Anyway, I won’t be jealous about you seeing The Who – Moon The Loon was already underground, I can tolerate it” “Shit, you were just a child! And Zeppelin at nine years old – I’m not surprised you turned out like this” Eddie spoke again, then laughed for her second statement. Soon after The Real Me began to play and Sara’s smile turned into a big grin. “The Ox is fuckin’ awesome here – I mean, I can totally say that he’s my favorite bass player without any doubt” “You love Quadrophenia too?” Eddie’s eyes lit up at the thought of a fellow fan of The Who. “Well, that’s not my favorite album made by them, but my second favorite song that they composed is here, so I guess I have to give it some credit” “Just spit out the title” “Love, Reign O’er Me, obviously” “I knew it – sooo, this means that your favorite album’s Tommy…” “Nope – Who’s Next” she gave him a mischievous grin “My favorite song is there, guess it!” The guy mentally listed the tracklist, then answered: “The Song Is Over, right?” “… you’re starting to impress me, ya know?” Sara mocked him, and he laughed. “Sooooo” after a while Ed cleared his throat “what are our plans for Christmas’ Eve?” “Well, since our beloved chef’s not here… I guess we’re fucked, mr. Surfin’ U.S.A.” “Nope, listen: food problem will be solved with pizza delivery… but what about after dinner?” “Why are you lookin’ at me as if I were the life and soul of all parties?!” “Hmm, maybe we could go out and drink somethin’…” he ignored her and went on with his suggestions. “… so then we would be surrounded by stupid people with their fuckin’ stupid Santa Claus hats or Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer antlers?! No, thank you!” “Or we could reach Jeff at the party he went to…” “You really want a Seattle remake of Silent Night, Deadly Night, don’t ya?” The guy laughed again, then raised his hands in order to declare himself innocent: “Oook, I get it! How about stayin’ at home and watchin’ some old movie provided by yours truly?” “Are you really makin’ me responsible for our pre-Christmas entertainment?” “C’mon, don’t be too modest! I liked Neighbors and I’m sure-” “Of course you liked it, I kept tellin’ you that you’re Belushi’s alter-ego!” Sara interrupted him, while he stuck his tongue out. “… I was telling ya that I liked Neighbors and I’m sure you’ll do a great job this evening too, that’s all” “… Whatevs” “Great! An Italian one, please” “What? Don’t tell me you’ve ever watched one of them!” “Yep, Miracle in Milan” “NO FUCKIN’ WAY!” the girl exclaimed, sincerely enthusiastic “D’ya know that its last scene inspired the E.T.’s one with the bicycles lifting into the air?” “Shit, that’s why I had a déjà vu when I first watched it!” “Sorry, I’ll stop immediately with my movie geek act – I know it’s weird, I just can’t help it” “No problem, I learnt something new” The girl gave him a grateful smile, then resumed her considerations: “Hmm, so you watched somethin’ from Neorealism… What about Commedia all’Italiana? Err, I mean, Italian-style comedy?” she quickly corrected herself, while Ed smiled because of those few Italian words. “Yeah, why not? I mean, Neorealism is great, but I’d like somethin’ lighter” “Well, ‘lighter’ is not the word I’d use to describe I Mostri, but it’s an awesome example of how great satire could be” “I’m in your hands, I’m sure you won’t disappoint me” Eddie cracked another smile “Dubbed?” “In your fuckin’ dreams, Vedder! I’ve got the subtitled version, this is no place for heretics!” “Yeah, I thought so… I also bet that on March you showed off the Italian flag when Cinema Paradiso won the Academy Award, am I right?” “… you almost got it” was her embarrassed answer, while the guy laughed and stood up to put his notebook in a drawer. “That’s your holy Bible full of personal lyrics, huh?” she asked him, and he immediately turned to face her, as if he had just received a punch in the face “Because that’s what your songs are… Autobiographic, like a diary” Eddie didn’t say anything and lowered his head, and soon Sara was forced to interrupt that awkward silence. “I’m-I’m sorry – I didn’t mean to sound like a bitch but, well!, apparently that was the final result…” she wrung her hands “Man, I really suck with social interactions” “It’s ok, don’t worry” the guy finally opened his mouth again and went to sit on the floor, next to her. “Did all that stuff happen to you?” she asked, after a while. “Except for the incest, yeah… I have lacked for nothing” “… shit” she took a deep breath, trying to clear her thoughts “I’m-I’m so sorry, Ed” “Yeah, I know you really mean it” he said in a low voice, then brought his knees to the chest. “Would my humble singing your praises make you feel a little better?” “Why, did you really like the songs or are you just givin’ me a lump of sugar?” he abruptly raised his head and shot her a nasty glance. “Fuck, do I really look like a person who gives compliments away?!” she retorted, starting to get worked up. “Are we really assembling a conversation by using only questions?” he went on, finally being able to chuckle, while the girl soon followed him – she mentally thanked him for making both of them a bit more relaxed than before. “Anyway – yes, I really liked ‘em, I think you’re a worthy lyricist… At least, the few times I can understand what the fuck you’re singing” At those words the guy laughed heartily and gave her a playful push, to which she answered with another one, a bit stronger. “But yeah, jokes aside: we can totally say that I’m in presence of talent�� she winked at him and he thanked her, a bit embarrassed but pleased all the same. When Eddie resumed to talk, I’m One was playing in the background. “Oh, I was almost forgetting to tell ya that I really like your voice” Sara immediately froze, then slowly turned in his direction. “I beg your pardon, what did you just say?” “I said that I like your voice… I heard you, you sing pretty well” “WHEN DID YOU HEAR ME?!” “Well, a few days ago, when we hung out at that bar and-” “Holy Marvin Gaye, I knew that the whole karaoke thing was a shitty idea!” she facepalmed. “… but I heard ya yesterday too, while you were taking a shower” “Fuckin’ A, Vedder! Since when are you overhearing me?!” the girl asked him, her eyes almost plopped out of her head. “Err, since when you’ve started to sing Elton John out loud…?” “That’s because I thought I was alone! I thought that nobody was at home, except me! And instead you were there, lurkin’ like a vulture!” At that last comparison the singer laughed out loud, making Sara even more irritated. “C’mon, don’t be offended! I just wonder why you’re freakin’ out like that!” he tried to ease the situation, given how she didn’t seem to relax. “Because I don’t want anyone to know it, genius! I don’t like it, it’s just a personal thing” “… a personal thing?” “Yeah, a promise I made to someone – someone really important, but that was just a thing between the two of us” “Hmmm, understood” he thought over something, then resumed to talk “My father… he sang too. I mean, that’s what other people told me – I met him a few times, as a family friend, but I didn’t talk to him that much… And then one day my mum took me aside and told me that who I thought was my father was actually my step-father, and that my real dad was ‘that man that once in a while came to visit us, you remember?’ but he had already died, and I-I didn’t know what the fuck I was supposed to do, or say, or think, or feel, and-” Eddie stopped talking and took a deep breath, probably in the attempt to not cry, but Sara had already noticed his eyes becoming bright with tears. “It’s ok, Eddie, you don’t have to talk about it” she carefully put a hand on his shoulder and softly squeezed it, while he let out a deep sigh. <Am I the first one to hear his story? Well, who cares! I mean, he trusted me and told me all these things – maybe I should tell him about-> The girl’s thoughts were interrupted by the noise of a guitar’s sound box – Ed had grabbed the instrument and now was strumming it absent-mindedly, trying to tune it. “You play guitar?” “Yeah, a little bit… Well, playing is a huge word: let’s just say that I strum away on it” “Hmmm, I see” “You’re gonna make me listen to somethin’, right?” “What?!” she almost choked “Absolutely not – this is a categorical no!” “I’m sorry but I won’t accept refusals of any type” “… are you blackmailing me?” “Hmmm, maybe… you think I am?” “I think so, Alvin without the Chipmunks!” The guy laughed: “C’mon, just a song! It’s just the two of us – nobody will ever come to know this, I promise” Sara rolled her eyes, so Eddie went on: “Silence gives consent… fine, let’s do this!” He casually plucked some strings, then finally had a flash of inspiration and began to play. “I’m sure you know this one, I saw this album in your collection” “Great! Have you searched my bedroom too?!” she hysterically asked him, but he ignored her. “C’mon, be ready! Your turn is finally coming!” the guy played the last introductory chords and Sara finally began to sing, her eyes still rolling. “Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly… All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise…” Eddie smiled to himself and the two kept on performing the song; at a certain point he slowed down the fingerpicking and started to whistle, imitating the birds chirping, while the girl looked at him in a perplexed way – but then burst into laughter. “The hell are you doin’???” “C’mon, try it – be a blackbird too!” he suggested her, still laughing, and when she emulated him he smiled satisfied “See? That was easy” “… idiot” the girl laughed again, and resumed to sing the final lines: “You were only waiting for this moment to arise, you were only waiting for this moment to arise, you were only waiting for this moment to arise…” Eddie finished to play, then smiled at her. “Well, you did learn to fly… Congratulations on your voice” “You’re just a flatterer, but thanks” she blushed, then cleared her throat “Instead, congratulations on your guitar style! You don’t limit yourself in strummin’ away on it… you play it, Ed” “Nope, I’m not that good” “Have you ever considered the possibility of playin’ in the band? Like, for real” “In the band? A band with three guitars?” “Yeah, why not? Kind of a Lynyrd Skynyrd thing, ya know” “Well, I’m just the new guy – I don’t know if Mike and Stone would agree…” he shrugged “Plus, as I said before, I can’t seriously play it” “Hmmm, as you wish… But, in your shoes, I’d give it a try” “Who knows, maybe in the future? Like ten years from now, just gimme enough time to practice…” “Why, are you really believin’ that you guys are goin’ to last that long?!” she provoked him, and the guy laughed. “No, you’re right – but, in the meantime, I’d be really glad to make at least a duet with you at the karaoke” “No fuckin’ way, I’ll never set foot again on that goddamn place, sure as hell!” “Ok, as you wish… but, sooner or later, you will sing somethin’ with me” he pondered “Like a collaboration… I should seriously write somethin’ for two voices” “Don’t you fuckin’ dare, Vedder! This is a secret, I told ya once and I won’t tell you again: keep your mouth shut or there’ll be big troubles!” Eddie pretended to go along with her wishes and gave her a mischievous smile – then his gaze fell on something that was peeking from the pocket of her sweatshirt. “What’s that?” “Oh” the girl suddenly remembered its existence and pulled it out “Just a mixtape I was listening to before” “Can I?” he extended a hand and she gave it to him “Footprints like puddles – strange choice for a title… I like it” “It’s-err… It’s just a silly title, I wrote down random words” “It seems well put together to me…” Ed fumbled with its case and finally pulled out the tracklist. “It’s just a couple of songs for the days when I get the mean reds, nothing serious” “The… the mean reds?” he hadn’t even started to read through the track titles but stopped immediately “What’s that?” “Well… ever watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s?” the guy nodded and she went on “When Audrey Hepburn gets ‘em, she jumps in a cab and goes to Tiffany’s – and it calms her down, just like that” “Ok, now I get it – this right here is your personal Tiffany’s, right?” “It is” “Then it’s better if I don’t intrude” he quickly opened again the case and started to put away the tracklist, but her hand stopped him. “… Go on, I think you could appreciate it” He looked at her, a bit puzzled: “You sure?” “Yep – go on” The guy smiled and finally began to read it. “Let’s see… we’ve got Leonard Cohen – woah, Ella Fitzgerald! – Brian Eno and Tom Waits… you put The Boss too, awesome” “Yeah, Racing In The Street reminds me of the way I feel when I choose not to open my umbrella on rainy days” “I think he’d be honored to know it… well, you should totally lend this to me, there are a couple of songs in here that I don’t know and I’d like to hear ‘em” he stopped, scratching his nape a bit embarrassed “… of course, only if you feel ok with that” “Yeah – err, yeah, that’s fine… I don’t mind” “Great, thanks” “You’ll tell me what you think about it, ‘kay? And I also wanna know if you appreciated the ones you hadn’t heard before my magic tape came to your rescue” “… you just got yourself a deal” “That’s what I like to hear” Sara looked around, her gaze stopping on the surfboard in a corner, the big waves painted on some walls, the books and vinyls piled on the desk and shelves – a few were also scattered on the floor; she found out that the room really reflected Eddie’s soul – at least, for the little bits she knew about him. The girl also found herself really missing her old chamber, the one that was waiting for her in that godawful mess of her loft, with most of all her belongings stocked there and the furniture apparently put in a random way – when in reality it had been carefully arranged by her. Out of the corner of his eye Eddie clearly saw her sigh, so he quickly tried to introduce a new topic in order to offer her a little distraction. “Say… can you play some instrument?” Sara startled, a confused expression upon her face. “Who? Me?” the guy nodded and she went on “Nope – when I was a child I used to play the harmonica from time to time, but it was nothin’ serious” “Oh, I see – and you got a favorite instrument? One that you really enjoy listenin’ to, and maybe you’d also like to learn how to play?” “HA! Lemme surprise you: banjo, mandolin, kazoo – ya know, all those weird things” she listed, all proud “Oh, and I love bass too… but don’t tell Ament, pretty please!” “Ahahaha, ok! Pinky swear” he laughed, then they entwined their little fingers and the deal was made “But yeah, really unusual choices… I was expecting something entirely different” “Like what?” “Like… I dunno – violin? Piano? Maybe the harp too… You strike me as someone who would enjoy these instruments a lot” “… I strike you as someone this ordinary? Wow, Ed – you really have a way with words” “Shit, I-I didn’t mean that, I just-” “Relax, I was just teasing you!” Sara let out a carefree laugh “I know that on the outside I may give this impression… and let’s not talk about this squeaky, little voice of mine – it’s obvious that you’d link it to a violin instead of a kazoo” The guy laughed and gave her a playful push, then resumed his observations: “See? That’s why a collaboration of the two of us would be so interesting – and stop it, your voice isn’t squeaky” “You’re the one who has to stop it, Ed! Erase this crazy idea of yours right now or-” “Or what? You’re gonna kick my ass? Punch my cute face with those small, childish hands? I don’t think so, Fancini” “VEDDER, YOU’RE SO GOING DOWN” she roared and threw a cushion at him that perfectly landed on his face. “Ouch! How can such a little person be this evil???” he grabbed another pillow and did the same with her. “You’re one to talk! Beware the mighty Big Foot!” “See?! Well, I’m going to expose you in my next song, which is gonna be this caustic piece about how one should never trust Italian girls with big, brown eyes because in reality they’re Satan’s daughters – and, the good news? I’m so gonna force you to sing some lines, the ones with the nastiest insults” he laughed again, avoiding a cushion “I can’t wait to hear your angelic voice singin’ something along the lines of ‘you’re a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of pride’…” “Angelic my ass! Stop talking about me singin’, nobody has to fuckin’ know it!” Sara gave him a strong push that made him fell legs in the air, her irascibility growing as she heard him guffaw without restraint. “Ok, ok, nobody will ever know this thing! I swear!” he shouted breathlessly among his laughter. “… nobody will ever know what?” were the words that came out from Layla’s mouth, as she suddenly peeped out from the door.

#Eddie Vedder #Jeff Ament #Pearl Jam #Eddie Vedder fanfiction #Pearl Jam fanfiction #grunge fanfiction #Jeff Ament fanfiction #Birds of a Feather #chapters

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shhhselah · 4 years

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A Walk With the Lord

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

4:33pm

Did you know Dr. Seuss was anointed? No?

Good. Cause me neither.

As the Lord placed this word on my heart, I went searching through my “Tumblr” album (cause Tumblr got the best pictures lol) for what would be the cover photo for this entry. Suddenly, I came upon this poem saved in there- a poem that exactly articulated and encompassed the material of this walk with Christ we are called to- Sacrifice and Surrender.

During our time on this earth, we are called to be a different people. Which is good, right? Because we all seek to be different and have our unique novelty acknowledge, witnessed, understood and beheld. The beauty of this sort of difference, is that it shines a light on more than the edgy way you dress, risky hairstyles you rock, and bold, out loud way you live. It points to Christ- to a higher purpose and higher Being. This difference shows off the fact that you are a one of a kind creation, fashioned by an intentional, loving Creator who has a plan of love for you and those you encounter as well.

Now, let me not get too ahead of myself. I wanna touch on an important thing here, a thought train that legit keeps so many of my brothers and sisters stumbling-

“Kelah, I gotta get my life together first. I don’t want to come to God a mess. I ain’t ready to stop sinning and live like you yet. I need some time. God wouldn’t even want me how I am now...”

First off, lol. Yes, lol. I’m laughing, not to be crass or dismissive, but because- lemme tell you sumn, honey. The devil is a lie. Okay? A liiiieeeee.

Let’s take a moment and acknowledge every reason or excuse we have for side eyeing God but not really coming to Him, for putting off a relationship with Him, from answering the call we know He’s been ringing in our hearts for some years now. Look, God chose you before He created this world. That’s Bible.Note Ephesians 1: 4-5 “ For He chose us in Him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in His sight. In love He predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with His pleasure and will.”

What does all that mean? It means that before those seven days of creation we read about in Genesis 1 (and part of 2 also), God already knew you! He already had each one of your days written, understood, etc! Lemme ask you as question, who knew Harry Potter’s path better- Harry or JK Rowling? The second one, right? Right. Why? Because she wrote it! So do you think annyyyy part of Harry’s journey took her by surprise? No! Because she’s the one who authored it!

The beauty of creating- for those of you who write, make clothes, produce, act, cook, etc- you can start something and it take this beautiful path you hadn’t even originally anticipated, and it becomes so much better than you intended. And there’s a joy in witnessing this thing become something completely new and embark on a journey you hadn’t thought for it. As though its very existence within the circumstances of the plot, pot, etc calls and creates a story you didn’t originally know could exist. I personally love writing and getting to a point where I see my story or poem take a turn I hadn’t intended or anticipated! It’s so whimsical in how unexpected it was!

The thing is though, God ain’t like that lol. He gets sooooooo much joy from watching our journeys unfold, but nothing takes Him by surprise. Nothing is outside of His control. He has given us free will and yet He still knows every decision we’ll make and every way the devil will try us, and He has worked all things together for good because He has called us according to His purpose and we love Him. Do you think JK Rowling was ever disappointed in the bad decisions Harry made? Not exactly. You know why? Because she created him. She fashioned him. She wrote him and all his characteristics. She knew and understood the world and circumstances he was going to be in. She knew what his pitfalls would be. But guess what? She wrote him a plan for victory despite it all. She knew what needed to be overcome in his world and in himself, so she strategically placed people, opportunities and lessons around him that worked for his good, the good of his world and towards the expected end/plan she already had for them all.

News Flash, saints: God already has an expected end of victory and that victory was sealed on the Cross. He isn’t leaving your life up to chance, but there are things we must walk with Him to receive. He isn’t surprised or taken aback by where you are, what you’re doing and what you still like. He has a plan for you. Will you answer the call to allow Him to begin walking with you to unveil it?

Like when you were in school. If you wanted to learn Spanish, you had to take Spanish courses. In order to receive the things of the Lord, your life must be surrendered to Him. He must be the Lord of your life. Ask yourself now, “Who or what is the lord of my life right now?” Is it money, love, lust, ambition/greed, food? Are you the lord of your life? Do you only make decisions and discipline yourself on things you feel led to/want/understand, or are you being moved by the will and heart of Jesus Christ?

Okay, so, “surrendered.” What’s that about? Sounds super “churchy,” right? Lol. Not exactly. People often say they don’t agree with or like religion. And they shun the church because they associate it with such. I get it. I agree with the whole, “down with religion,” movement. So was Jesus, in fact. Bet ya didn’t know that, huh? In fact, Jesus spent most of His ministry outside of the synagogue (church) walls. Because He wasn’t so much concerned with the building and all its associated religious constructs, as He was with the building of the Body. The Body of Christ is the Church He was concerned with. When you think of a body, what comes to mind? Arms, legs, fingers, back, private areas, head, etc. Great. Those are functioning parts of a greater whole, combined and working together in a beautiful, complex way to achieve several goals that work towards the greater good/whole of keeping the body in full, healthy, smooth operation.

Jesus cared about the people of God working together like the bodies they maneuver everyday in. He was concerned with harmony, love, relationship.

And there it is. Jesus didn’t care for Religion. He cared about Relationship. He came, He taught, He lived perfectly, He died and He rose again to give us relationship with the Author and Creator of our lives- God. The Heavenly Father. And in that, He wanted us to understand that we are all brothers and sisters, friends, co-workers, co-heirs, body parts moving and functioning in/for the same goal.

What is that goal? The will of the Father, The advancement and growth of His Kingdom. Our being conformed to the image of Christ. And this is where surrender comes in. In confessing Jesus Christ as Lord at salvation and believing in your heart that He is the Son of God, come to give His life as the payment of all our sins that we may have relationship with our Heavenly Father, we are also confessing that He is the Head of our lives. He is described in Ephesians 4:15-16 as the Head of the body. He now becomes the CEO of our lives, and just as an employee who is obedient to the rules and role of their position under their company, supervisor and employer, so we are now answering the call to a life of obedience and adherence to the role as a child, believer and follower of God.

There are multiple verses, including Ephesians 4:17 that speak on how life will look different for us than it did before and also from those who have not yet heard or answered the call yet. Let me speak on this, because I know for many of us, we misconstrue relationship with God to mean religion and thereby categorize it all as “behavior modification.” This is not the case, darlings! Give me a moment to try and explain, please. I hope this makes sense to you and is fruitful.

It's not just that a commitment to the Lord requires a change in action- which, in fact, it kinda does- but in the way that it comes with it. If you decide to start working out, that naturally comes with adjustments to your lifestyle. It's not that beforehand, you began changing things about yourself to fit the role of a gym goer. No. Once it was in your heart that this was something you wanted for yourself and would commit to, naturally those changes and adjustments came. You had to add a new destination to your daily schedule. New clothes. Your day to day agenda was rearranged to accommodate this new action. You began stretching. Eating new foods to keep up and replenish nutrients. You maybe started counting calories to reach your weight goals. You began lifting weights, and you even began researching online videos and Facebook communities so you could surround yourself with like minded people. It's not that you read a book and watched other gym goers to figure out exactly how you had to change who you are/what you do. You made this commitment, and naturally, a necessary shift began to occur in the process and pursuit of this lifestyle. Because there are certain characteristics, disciplines, etc that develop and are practiced in a successful carrying out of this lifestyle, you naturally encountered and came into them along the path. And it's the same for Christianity. The Lord impresses His word on our hearts and beckons us to walk with Him and embark on a journey of being just like Him. And in that journey, trust me, saints- some things are going to change. It’s inevitable. And it's all counted good and joyous. Amen. What's else, is that many come into the faith under the impression and hope of what they can receive, not fully understanding that the life of Christ is what is given away. A life of giving oneself and their possessions, time, convenience, comfort, etc. up. Jesus told His apostles in Matthew 20:28 "For the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve and give His life as a ransom for many." (Click for additional cross reference xo)

Jesus exemplified what the Christian (Christ-like) walk is- a life of offering, surrender and sacrifice. He told the multitudes that we must be ready to pick up our crosses, lose our lives and follow Him. (Matthew 16:24-27) In following our Savior's example, it is not just the question of what He can do for us- though He sets a precedent of being the only god that actually serves His creation as we see in Scripture and the life of Jesus Christ- but it’s also a matter of what we can do for Him- for His will, His people, His Kingdom. This life of Christianity (or we could even deem it “The life of Christ” or “The walk with Christ”) is not just one of being blessed with gifts, healing, renewed perspectives and immunity to life's battles as some think. It's so much more. 1 Corinthians 6:19-20 tells us that our lives are not our own, that they were bought with a price- the precious blood of Jesus Christ. That payment- the blood (which literally refers to His crucifixion and resurrection)- is a prime and ripe example of this lifestyle God set of giving yourself away. He told the apostles in John 10:18 "Nobody takes My life, but I give it (lay it down) freely (of My own accord)." In reading the Gospels (the books of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John but you can definitely start with John because his is a great foundation of Jesus’ life) you can see that Jesus lived a life of sacrificing convenience, comfort, desire, spitefulness, envy, road rage, violence, lying, lust, drunkenness, and so much more to surrender to the mission God assigned to Him that it may be successfully accomplished. And likewise, we are called to sacrifice things in life as a result of our surrendering (releasing self will to comply with the current standing authority) to the mission and call of the Lord on our lives. So in our pursuit of intimacy with Christ, let us seek opportunities to ask Him, "Lord, in what ways can I give myself away freely to You?" Not at a bargained price of "When You give me my man," or "When I make my first mill," or "When You do it, I'll fully believe then." But, in pureness of heart that only comes through the work of the Holy Spirit as we request His help in continually seeking to lay down all areas of our lives for the Lord to live in and control. May we ask Him in love, just as He chose us, planned for us, created us, and called us in love. And in that order too. He didn’t plan for you after your creation and birth. He planned for you the same time He chose you to be His. And He chose You to be His before He even created you and called you. He’s ahead of the game. Trust me. Let's endeavor to allow God to beautifully set us up to serve Him in a way that blesses our faith as it creates opportunities to see Him faithfully work. In ways that allow us to witness Him always come through/work all things for the good. Because He called us and we love Him. The beauty of our Savior, is that He enables us to love Him back through the love He dispenses in us - despite our human nature of a need for the physical and a need to fully understand/label things. 1 John 4:19, “We love Him because He first loved us.” He helps us to love beyond our humanity. Because we are certainly more than flesh and blood. We are spirit, made in His likeness. We have a beautiful Savior where "The goodness (kindness) of God leads you to repentance." Romans 2:4 He is not this hateful, angry God that is conspiring against you and raging whenever you mess up. No. He’s a loving Savior that came down from Eutopia to be despised, misunderstood, ridiculed, mobbed, arrested, beaten, bludgeoned, hated, spat on, nailed, whipped, hung, and tortured. All so that we could have a relationship with our Heavenly Father. Trust me, He understands more than what we’re going through and He wants to walk with us in all of it. He wants to and is going through all of it with us. Let Him in. Let Him serve you. And allow that service to make a servant out of you. His love is transforming. I promise. “Jesus, Name above all names, beautiful Savior, glorious Lord. Immanuel God is with us...”

Love you, saints, and so does Jesus. So, so much more He does.

XoXo

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Take a moment and Selah with this moment of worship. I hope you sweet intimacy with our wondrous Savior who calls us His dear, Beloved.

#Savior #Jesus #Christ #Surrender #Sacrifice #Love #The Gospel #ShhhhSelah

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sticky-institute · 7 years

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Travel Diary: Zinefest Christchurch, by Bryce Galloway

I used to go to all of New Zealand’s annual zinefests, but now that there’s six of them (!?!?) I only go to my hometown zinefests - Hamilton/Wellington, and one other, in strict rotation. I’m weird like that, just ask my friends.

Last time I was here (2013) I was in a lonely hotel on the edge of Cathedral Square, telling the assembled locals to go zine, cos it was one of the best cultural vehicles for a city lacking infrastructure. Christchurch (Ōtautahi) was post-quake. Christchurch is still post-quake, just a little less so.

This time round I’m staying with friend, artist, musician and Content Manager at inde radio station RDU - Gemma Syme. I slept on Gemma’s coach, until drunken friends and flatmates woke me with their banter and late-night fry-up. I listened to the drunken Pakeha boys try and argue their iwi (tribal) status with the Māori girls. What, with the sleeping bag over my head, I totally missed that one of the boys in question was friend and zinester Spencer Hall. Once they’d left I got up and checked they’d turned the oven off. Those, “don’t drink and fry” ads, ya know?

I see nobody from Christchurch Zinefest 2013 at the 2017 event. This must be a completely new local zine spasm. However, Christchurch’s ongoing love of the risograph and the influence of designer/art school lecturer Luke Wood are still present, extended by Jane Maloney’s riso press (M/K Press Ltd) and her pre-Zinefest riso-zine workshops.

Christchurch Art Centre are providing this space by virtue of the fact that they have a zinester in their ranks - Louise Sutherland. Otherwise, Alice Bush is the primary organizer of this year’s event.

Louise’s zines precede her. She be the author of the wonderful Coaster Frenzy, here today for just “$1 or swaps”. Alice and I gush our respective roller coaster stories at the Coaster Frenzy author. Alice has the world’s highest rollercoaster under her belt. I have the world’s highest vertical-drop rollercoaster under mine, which is surprising, I HATE heights. I launch into the Dead Kennedy’s rollercoaster disaster anthem Funland at the Beach, and later kick myself for the inappropriateness of that song in the context of post-quake Christchurch!!!

Louise says she feels privileged to have been part of the Christchurch rebuild, “It’s a moment in history. How many of those do we get to share.” Louise contends that Christchurch art and music have benefitted from the quakes; that a formerly closed scene, full of hierarchies, is now open to all players. That’s very ziney. It’s a sentiment echoed in issue two of the riso music journal Cheap Thrills (at Zinefest with editor - Erin Kimber). In the opening article - On the Value of Music - Matt Scobie writes, “I believe these events allowed or encouraged us to break free of the shackles of competitive individualism driven by exchange values and start acknowledging the importance of seeing the Ōtautahi music community as a synergetic whole…”

Hey, there’s Cameron from riso design journal Strips Club. His Strips Club collaborator’s moved to Berlin. Maybe there won’t be another volume of Strips Club. “Awe, do a White Fungus.” I encourage. “Berlin/Chch to their Taiwan/Wellington. Interview White Fungus’s Hanson brothers.” We talk politics, voting patterns, Winston Peters, the “king-maker” in post-election New Zealand. Cameron tells me about the massive Justice Building, that cynically opened for election season photo ops with members of the incumbent National party, closing again for ongoing construction as soon as the polling booths were shut.

I do the stall-holder circuit, it probably takes about an hour to get a reasonable handle on the qualities of the various zines on offer. All the zinesters are doing the same thing; doing the whole circuit before deciding how to spend their budget of $5, $10, or $20. I spend every cent that I make in sales of my own zine - Incredibly Hot Sex with Hideous People. I get all zinesters to sign their work.

There are approximately 20 stall-holders here according to Alice: Asian exchange students have written about racism against their own, David Merritt has his foldout poetry housed in upcycled books and banana box linings, there’s a zine from the Christchurch Women’s Centre, Spencer’s pop-up comics and satirical propaganda commands (Spencer also passes round a folded piece of paper for a comics jam on fictitious FX pedals), there are other inde comics, second hand books, witch zines, potion zines, stickers, handmade jewelry, cassettes, CD-zines, creative writing, sci fi stories, photo zines, travel zines, cat zines, music zines, even a zine about zines.

I sell more zines when I’m not on my stall than when I am there!?!? I’m not surprised, zine shopping is a potentially self-consciousness experience in the extreme. Where else do you examine someone’s art while they examine your face for signs of enjoyment, waiting for you to decide whether their art’s good enough to purchase. Imagine being installed next to your own gallery painting, with your hand out!? But that’s also the best thing about zinefest, you meet ALL the artists.

Bleeeurh! A bit tired and hungover now. Need coffee. The worst busker in the world sits in her wheelchair outside Bunsen Café warbling some churchy dirges over karaoke backing. Too good to be full-o-character, too bad to forgive her genre of choice.

My zinefest neighbor is a scrapbooker from the US, so I’m compelled to ask her if she thinks the scrapbooker kits one finds in art/stationary shops are a rip. Thankfully, she does. She appears to be afloat in NZ, not knowing if her art school back in the US will be restructured out of existence or not. Is looking to find an arts program in New Zealand.

Cameron of Strip Club packs up early. Bastard! Makes a huge hole in the wee zinefest presence/footprint.

I’m just not acclimatized to this Christchurch cold. They’ve put the Wellington guy in exactly the wrong place, by the draughty doorway. Locals chit chat in tee shirts while I hug myself, jacket zipped, hat pulled tight!?!?

I’m encouraging Louie of Dunedin Zinefest and Alice of Christchurch to get committees of helpers. They’re both currently running their zinefests solo!?!?

Spencer tells me to check out his story about NZ alt rock legend Bruce Russel being the alter-ego of NZ alt rock legend Martin Phillips, as printed in his Lyttelton Rotten Radio zine.

It’s nearly 5 PM. I pack up and make short work of my farewells so that I can catch a bus to the airport and relax knowing I’m in the right place for my flight back to Wellington.

Back home and checking the best of my haul:

Cheap Thrills Issue 2 - an elegant risographed volume of NZ music past and present

Wandering Wolves is a gorgeous riso, the very first zine of Prabha Mallya, made at one of the workshops leading up to zinefest. Poetic mix of tagged animal narrative, poetry, illustration, photo and collage.

Field Notes from The Crescent City – July 2017 “It’s a very efficient and sensible method of burial that ensures you can never ever escape your family, even in death.”

Louise Sutherland’s holiday snaps and memories of New Orleans (including its cemeteries), well enough written and photographed to transcend any photo album limitations

A Most Elusive Species – by Louise Sutherland’s brother Robert. Photo essay of seemingly empty zoo enclosures. A subtle variety to the picture-by-picture approach creating a rewarding sense of narrative.

Burn Out is a pun. Yes, there are cars, but the scars are not the result of spinning tyres but of the sun’s rays peeling the paint off that once proud finish - by Robert Sutherland.

The cutest wee Untitled zine that pitches it’s teensiness against clipped horror narratives from Greek myth.

Cuss Weird cussing birds. Inexplicable.

OX OX OX... a CDR economically clothed in a folded A3. Rockabilly are the first chords, with hints of Ramones and Stooges. Next song is quite different, same vocal stylings but over “Dunedin Sound” meets Fall repetition. In the zine, we’re regaled with some pretty compelling “um and ah” misadventures from the band’s singer. Now they play a kiwified Joy Division cover. Sweeet!

Strawberry Stories runs some loopy narrative logic, or lack thereof. And some nice red spot-colour on the strawberry coloured one, though s/he’s not actually a strawberry eh, s/he’s like a person with a tree growing outta their head!?!?

A Zine Fanzine Beautifully designed and laid out riso about zines. Tightened up my own understanding about the provenance of zines, though changes to conjecture when talking about post internet zines.

Misc - Excellent poems by Arwen Miriama Sommer. “Snow is built of feathers and birds are built of trees”

All About the Sex* The Christchurch Women’s Centre decide to distribute their newsletter at zinefest, so it’s a zine now. An intro to the Woman’s Centre and their weekly discussion forum, plus an intro to the Red Tent movement and editorial about aging women’s identity.

Rotten Radio Zine - Spencer Hall’s good at writing original meandering comedy nonsense about music and culture.

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LIVE! SHOTS! FIRED! Or Each Day I Wake Up Drownin (Ten Ways to Combat the #Bot45 Blues)… by heidi siegmund cuda, aka @maewestside

I once asked a tv reporter in a local market how she handled the sturm und drang of the nightly gore. She said, “Beats being the guy with the machete in his head.”

Point. Well. Taken.

Bleading meant leading, til that one fateful day, the sales guys who’d taken over the front office determined vapidity sold better in the 18 to 49 demo$ than even the quadruple axe murder bits, and by then, new$ had already lost its way. Truth wasn’t factored into the rating$.

LIVE. SHOTS. FIRED.

A famed erstwhile entertainment reporter said she knew there was trouble afoot when each night, she had the lead story in a local hourlong newscast. During sweeps.

As live shots at death scenes and backlots became normcore, and the procession of vapidity, with occasional interludes of gore, is what passed for news, brains suffer dry rot.

So here we are.

MEAN STREETS

While admiring the dewy mug of a very young Harvey Keitel in “Mean Streets,” his enlightened thuggy character Charlie utters these words: “You don’t f**k around with the infinite.”

Do you hear that Scamalot? That’s the thunderous gallop of karma approaching, catching up to each and every player that figgered he could game the system with impunity, while the Great Unwashed was none the wiser. Chaaa.

With the outing of each pervy anchorhack, a Very Vichy MSM, and digital CEO$ who bent over to the pick up the rubles from enemie$ both foreign and domestic while profiting off the mining of our data, things are looking clearer.

Not.

Time keeps on slipping… slipping… slipping… Kochdrip… drip… drip… drip. The Un-Mercer-ful bot and weaponized our data… Churchy Stinklair is buying more local tv new$. Our media is owned by churchy billionaire misanthrope$ and run by corporations.

REAL FAKE NEW$

But let’s make no mistake about it: when Scamalot cries “Fake”… that’s on a whole notha level.

Fringe Media still flatters the Real Fake President because it’s owned and operated by those who installed him as a pukey puppet #burpfarthurl. Fux und Blackbart profited bigly off the ascent of Dummkopf45, but alas, so did the rest of the media which is why it’s swi$hy. Sometimes excellent, but mostly shit. Money vs Truth… a conumdrum.

EACH DAY I WAKE UP DROWNIN’

Having spent the holiday weekend mining the brains of intellectuals, activists and good cooks to combat the blues of our country’s Current State of Fuckery, I’ve comprised a list of Ten Things that may help those who wake up to this shite each day and feel like they’re drowning, i.e., sensitive to the crushing enormity of the labor of Democracy as real fake new$ pounds our shores, while Really Bad Men (and a Few Ponzi Women) disrupt all that is good about our country to line their own pocket$ and the pocket$ of those who put them in power #sad pffft.

TEN THINGS TO PONDER AS YOU BATTLE THE KLEPTOCRACY IDIOCRACY:

1. BACK TO THE FUTURE How to End the Oil + War Economy Now and Clean Up Our Air in About 100 Years: Use Fossil Fuel exclusively for commercial air travel. We’ve known how crushing greenhouse gases are on our environment for decades but we’ve allowed penny loafered lobbyists paid for by Big Oil a seat at the science table. Enough.

2. ELECTRIC AVENUE In two decades, electric cars will be normcore. Start now. Working from home and/or giving up your wheels best thing you can do for the environment; monitoring your own carbon footprint, big step.

3. SEEK REAL NEWS Until the Fourth Estate is Truly Unshackled to Do Good Work Always, Rather Than Just Spotty Sometimes, learn who owns your news outlets. For example, the Guardian is an excellent source for American news (it’s run by a trust and doesn’t need to run truth past the sales dept) and follow our twitter crew at @foxycuda and @tahoesquaw1… while Tahoe curates the critical news from around the world and finds the truth within Vichym MSM, I try to explain its import in verbiage suitable for a postmod CyberRevo. (Thus the comparisons to Charles Dickens and Hunter S. Thompson, for which I am grateful, but also blame Anita Loos, Dorothy Parker and Lenny Bruce for illiciting my pen-to-jugular style.) We are at war for truth and that requires wit in the form of better catchphrases i.e. #treasonsgreetings

4. WE ARE THE SANE MAJORITY We, the Sane Majority, are constantly told our countrymen and women are devolving into apey, when in fact, the Sane Majority is kind, and da small base comprised of the greedy, the churchy, and those who haven’t gotten off their block of un-opportunity. Those numbers are shrinky dinking as truth grows from the concrete street art. But you wouldn’t know cuz it Vichy MSM is still writing puffpieces on Not-Zees and the various Thug$ of Scamalot, while terrifying us with continual closeups of dictators, including our own. Move along. Or just join the Fringe Apey and watch the reboot of “Jersey Shore” as your Democracy burns and more journos die globally whilst trying to warn us of fascism #sad pffft… a better idea: flip the House in 2018 and #nullify45.

5. MAFIA STATE OF MIND Thank you to Tahoesquaw1, who wouldn’t rest until she knew I watched all three Zembla docs on the Fuckery of Dummkopf45 (“The Dangerous Friends of Donald Trump”), and a new doc on the radiation poisoning of UK citizen Alexander Litvinenko (”Hunting the KGB Killers”), whose dying image serves as a reminder that radiation sandwiches are coming if we don’t speak truth to power collectively. I feel compelled to be among the twactivists that remind the kindly people who are being brainwashed by Fux und Blackbart und Churchy Stincklair, that dictator$ and anchorhack$ aren’t our friends. We are combatting evil in the form of well-OIL-ed infotainment amplified by Bots preprogrammed by enemies both foreign and domestic, and it’s leading to a major identity crisis of the churchy, who give pederasts a pass if it serves their tax bracket or real fake narrative. Peel it back and seek the truth. Eyes wide open.

6. SING TOGETHER Who among you doesn’t have a brazen friend with a guitar? I joined Artivists LA and activist Samuel Curtis for some Resistance Caroling on Black Friday in Santa Monica, and the song we sang “We Shall Not Be Moved,” is still on heavy rotation in my mind, soothing me hourly as I recall revolutions of my youth sparked by peaceful music. Resistance Caroling is good for the soul. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gX7OW2MJRO0&t=10s

7. BE HAPPY Although many of us haven’t felt joy due to the deranged Pageant Owner in the White House and his sub par toadie$, it’s our duty to manage self care during this time, and that means doing things that bring you some semblance of happiness. I interviewed Dr. David Reiss, one of the 27 mental health experts who authored “The Dangerous Case of Donald Trump,” and he said it’s imperative we manage self-care during these dark days and to never lose site of truth. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5XGeJ5Y8UI&t=26s

8. BREATHE Please be patient with humanity and remember everybody hurts, sometimes. As battle fatigue sets in for those who can’t believe a Pageant Owner Mobster is still our Real Fake President, despite how much factual information on the corruption from within we spit daily, it takes its toll on fractured nerves. If we divide troops now, we lose. We are the Sane Majority, and we will only win if we invite everyone to the party and keep them there. Even the glory hunters. Practice humility daily and realize those who don’t get it now, will eventually.

9. MOTHER EARTH Give us the keys. Y’all fukcin shit up. Imperative, we mandate the Nosferatu Cabinet of Scamalot to wear branding patches on their sleeves: #bigoil #bigtobacco #bigprison #nra #churchyfuckery #botbymercer #botbykoch #rupertscurvy etc. We can’t allow denier creeper$ to ruin our fragile environmental protections and continue to embarrass us on an international level. We already fought for these protections. GOP becoming the official doosh party poopers of the environment ramped up recently, as billionaires bot lobbyists to run interference on truth using God’s name so they could get one last $wig off the Oil + War economies. (See number one.) Use the system to get Scott Pruitt out of our EPA where he does not belong. And further, use the system to oust all the Real Fake President’s cozyboy$, aka war mongering pals thirsting for arms deal$. Old paradigm dies hard but it’s time.

10. BE DISGUSTED I was horrified to learn by a gal whose grandfather was stiffed by Trump, that many of her peers just think the Meinshit Show is funny. Ya, it’s a “Pussy” riot. Our Real Fake President cozie$ up to his dictator pal$ who kill, incarcerate, poison, torture or have people killed because they can. Go ahead, please remain comfortably numb while waiting for the door knock. Me? I’m gonna remain disgusted so I can continue fighting. Even for those who don’t get it. Especially them.

(Below, the author in Laguna Beach Nov. 2, 2016; last photo before the election. She wants her happiness back.)

#resist #resistmas #treasonsgreetings #maewestside #heidicuda #heidsiegmundcuda #tahoesquaw1 #selfhelp #resistancetips #resistancecaroling #singtogether #artivistsla #blackfridayprotest

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-- tapeFace [TF] began messaging liberatedRaptor [LR] --

TF: WYNTER, MY DUDE! (ﾉ⊙ヮ⊙)ﾉ I MET AN AMAZING TROLL

LR: oh SHIT tell me

TF: Her name is Pietri, and she's a mime too!

TF: She's really sweet and nice and super cute and I'm gonna help her restore a two-wheel device!

-- tapeFace [TF] does a happy dance --

TF: ♫ヽ(゜∇゜ヽ)♪ ♪(*ﾉ・ω・)ﾉ♫ ♩ヽ(・ω・ヽ*)♬ ♬(ノ゜∇゜)ノ♩

LR: someones happy!

TF: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ～『✧~SO HAPPY*~✧』

LR: do you have a crush

LR: is it too early to tell

TF: Too early to tell. (◡△◡✿) We only met like two nights ago

TF: She's def BFF material tho! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ But I'm also a little bit worried. (◕﹏◕✿)

LR: why you worried

TF: SHe's a subjug, bro (◡︿◡✿) She's perfectly nice and sweet and great, but I can't shake the worry that she's too good to be true.

LR: like no offense but if shes a subjug shes probably bad news :S

TF: I mean, she's part of the churchy sect instead of the more violent carnival sect, and I don't think she's ever hurt a single person in her life that didn't threaten her first

TF: But still (◕︿◕✿)

TF: I wanna give her the benefit of the doubt

TF: Though even if she's never hurt anybody, she's part of an organization that does.

LR: yea

LR: well uh good luck on that i guess

LR: at least she isnt a seadweller

LR: lel

TF: I wouldn't mind if she wasa seadweller. They can't all be like Dr. Pain Train

LR: dr pain train

LR: im calling them that

TF: Nice. (⌐■ω■)

TF: So how're you? Any improvement with your ice powers?

LR: YEA actually

LR: i managed to make a cooking pot out of ice that doesnt melt but like

LR: whats the point of using ice to cook :^)

TF: /)(◕△◕✿(\ )

LR: so i used it to beat them in the head but like

LR: gently

LR: gently as in

LR: i didnt knock them out

LR: (it started a fight)

LR: (their son broke it up lol)

TF: THEIR WHAT!!! (⊙_⊙)

LR: their ssssssson

TF: THEY HAVE A SON!?

TF: But descendants aren't supposed to be layed until like hundreds and hundreds of years after their ancestors die or whatever!!

TF: How does he have a son????

LR: no see listen

LR: hmmmm

LR: basically Floren accidentally cloned themself but its also not exactly a clone

LR: they were mostly doing it for the vine(tm) but then the wriggler survived

LR: also this kid is terrifying

LR: ive never seen a troll with so many teeth

LR: or... so averse to wearing a shirt

TF: oh my god he made a literal monster

LR: like at first glance the kid is a normal troll and actually looks exactly what im guessing Floren looked like as a kid

LR: but then they smile and you kinda piss yourself a lil?

TF: (⊙︿⊙✿) y i k e s

LR: luckily im basically a frost elemental so

LR: if Leo gets hungry for FLESH i can just freeze myself and also everyone in a fifty mile radius

TF: WOuldn't it be easier to just freeze him?

LR: ,,,,yes

LR: HECK brb tho

TF: Okay!

LR: i have returned

TF: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ～『✧~*WELCOME BACK*~✧』

TF: In unrelated news, I got over my chest cold, so no more potentially deadly coughing!

LR: yas betch

TF: I was real worried Dad would end up totally deaf, but he's alright

LR: proud of u for not murdering his audio canals

TF: Me too, my dude. Dad lives to sort of hear another night. ಥ⌣ಥ

LR: hey bro have you ever had a kismesis

TF: Nah, man. I've never had any quadrant. (◕﹏◕✿)

LR: HMMMMM okay

TF: Why do you ask?

LR: IM JUST

LR: CURIOUS

TF: I'm not even sure what kind of person I'd want for a quadrant. @_@ I just figure I'll know the right person when I meet them

LR: yeah i think its something like that

LR: or i guess in some weird cases its someone you never thought in a million sweeps

TF: Do you have a kismesis?

LR: normally i dont care if people judge me because im a shameless motherfucker but i feel like i should feel ashamed???????

TF: Why??

LR: idk cuz Floren is gross

TF: You're crushing on Flo? (⊙△⊙✿)

LR: uhhhh

LR: WELL

TF: Well, you did say they've been getting better at the whole Not Torturing People thing, and you've been spending a lot of time with them

LR: yeah were around each other all the time

LR: and like

LR: i guess antagonizing each other

LR: a lot

LR: idk

TF: Do you think they feel the same way?

LR: Floren has been flirting with me since the night we met

TF: But is it just because you're hot, or do you think there might be actual feelings? (◕△◕✿)

LR: I HAVE NO IDEA

LR: wait you think im hot? :3c

TF: ★~(◡ω◕✿) heck ye

TF: Tho I guess I can see you getting black feels for them. It kinda makes sense, though I dunno if it would be a good idea considering whatever happened way back when that freaked you out so much. (◕﹏◕✿)

LR: yeah

LR: i guess ill think about it

LR: anyway i gotta go

LR: ill ttyl man

TF: Ttyl dude :)

-- liberatedRaptor [LR] stopped messaging tapeFace [TF] --

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