#jar of flies era

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Alice in Chains - Laying Low 🥹

📸By Mark Leialoha

#alice in chains #rock #hard rock #acoustic rock #acoustic ep #grunge #metal #90s #JOF #layne staley #jerry cantrell #sean kinney #mike inez #❤️ #legends #heavy metal #fluffy #babies #<333 #they sleep #amazing #my heart 🥹 #FAV #metal bands #alt rock #rock bands #legend #aic #jar of flies era #dream

[nehistripesseattle]

An Acoustic Masterpiece Turned 30; Alice in Chains’ Jar of Flies

Last week saw the 30th anniversary of Alice In Chains’ 3rd EP, Jar of Flies. It was the first EP in history (at that time) to debut at number 1 on Billboard’s 200 chart. Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley Photo Credit: Pete Cronin The album was a vast difference from that of their 1992 LP release “Dirt”. But followed closely to that of their 2nd EP “Sap”. Specifically, mainly acoustic; with little…

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#acoustic #Alice in Chains #Alternative #Anniversaries #Grunge Era #Jar of Flies #Jerry Cantrell #Layne Staley #Nehi Stripes Seattle #ROCK #Sean Kinney #seattle #Seattle Grunge #Seattle Icons

[sunflowerabyss]

Charms of Fate: Chapter 12

Paring: Remus Lupin x Fem!Professor!Reader

Series Masterlist

Plot: Amidst the echoes of a bygone era, you return to Hogwarts years after parting ways with Hogwarts. What begins as a journey fueled by nostalgia transforms into an unexpected reunion with Remus Lupin, now a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. As the past intertwines with the present, the two former classmates navigate the complexities of grief, the resurgence of friendship, and the unwritten chapters of their shared history in this tale of rediscovery and the magic that binds them together.

Warnings: slight angst (mention of Buckbeak's execution)

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You've been savoring the moments spent with Remus, the connection growing stronger since your heartfelt confessions. However, a shadow of unease crept in as Remus started offering vague excuses for missing nights together, even when it wasn't the full moon. The mysterious disappearances left you with an eerie feeling, and despite your smitten state, a subtle concern lingered in the background.

You decided you were going to visit Hagrid, both as a distraction from Remus' odd behavior and to pay your respects to the hippogriff before he was...well...

You make your way to Hagrid's hut, a heaviness in your heart knowing about Buckbeak's grim fate. As you approached, the familiar sounds of magical creatures and the comfort of Hagrid's hospitality welcomed you despite the dire situation. The door creaks open, and Hagrid looks up from his table, a mixture of sadness and resignation in his eyes.

Knocking on the door while walking inside, you called out, "Hagrid, it's me."

The door creaked open, revealing the half-giant with a sad smile. "Ah, come in, come in. Yer here to talk about Buckbeak, ain't ya?" he grumbles, his voice heavy with the weight of the situation.

You nod, taking a seat and expressing your concern for the gentle creature. Hagrid sighs, sharing his frustration about the unfairness of the situation.

"It's a travesty, it is. Draco provoked Buckbeak, anyone with eyes could see that. But the Ministry, they won't listen. It's a bunch of codswallop," Hagrid mutters, his massive hands fumbling with a teacup.

You couldn't stand that blond little weasel.

Frustration bubbled within you; you can't help but express your disdain for Draco Malfoy's actions. "Honestly, Hagrid, that Malfoy kid is nothing short of a sorry sod. Reminds me of his crybaby father, always whining and running to daddy for help. It's unfair that Buckbeak has to pay the price for his petty grudges."

Hagrid snort, but nods solemnly, his eyes reflecting your sentiments. "Yer right, it ain't fair at all. But the Ministry's got their minds set, and there's not much we can do about it."

You continue to vent your frustration, sharing stories of Draco's past misdeeds and the apparent bias against certain students. Hagrid listens, occasionally grunting or muttering in agreement.

You slightly jumped, startled, at the door to Hagrid's hut flies open. You find Ron, Harry, and Hermione standing outside, looking concerned. "We heard about Buckbeak. Is Hagrid okay?" Ron asks, his voice filled with worry.

Hagrid, gruff but welcoming, gestures for the trio to come inside of his home. They talk amongst themselves before Hagrid gestures toward a jar where he's placed Scabbers, Ron's rat. "Keep an eye on your pets, Ron."

The sudden crash of a breaking pot startles everyone, and you watch as Hermione discreetly picks up a small rock. Another rock is thrown, hitting the back of Harry's head. He quickly turns, trying to find the source of the disturbance. You follow his gaze and see Dumbledore, Fudge, and the executioner approaching Hagrid's hut.

Hagrid, sensing trouble, mutters, "It's getting late. You lot should leave out the back door so you don't get caught."

Harry nods, "Right, let's go," he pauses, turning to Hagrid "It'll be okay, I promise." Hagrid just nods, tears in his eyes as he waves them off.

You get up from your seat before the trio slips out the back door. You walk after them. "I'll come with you. Just in case we need to explain ourselves," you offer.

Hagrid gives you a grateful nod, "Take care, all of ya."

Quickly and quietly, the four of you stealthily slipped out of the back door and took cover behind a massive pile of pumpkins. You waited in tense silence, vigilant for any sign of danger. Just as you believed the coast was clear, a twig snapped behind you, causing both Hermione and you to swiftly turn around. Finding nothing, you all continued toward the castle, wary and on edge.

As you reached the top of the slope, the executioner's axe swung down, marking the end of Buckbeak's life. Hermione couldn't hold back her tears, clutching onto Ron, who wore a somber expression. Harry, empathetic, wrapped an arm around Hermione, sharing in the collective grief. You stood there in silent shock, tears streaming down your face; you gently brushed them away, offering silent support.

Suddenly, the focus of Buckbeak's death shifted as Ron yelped in pain as Scabbers, his rat, bit him and darted off toward the Whomping Willow.

"Scabbers!" Ron yelled, taking off after his pet. "Scabbers, come back!"

"Ron!" Hermione shouted as the rest of you took off after Ron.

You, Harry, and Hermione halted, watching as Ron finally caught up with Scabbers. However, the atmosphere shifted when Ron warned them about the Grim standing behind them. Confused, you turned around, only to see a menacing black dog growling. In a swift motion, the dog leaped over you, targeting Ron. It took him by the ankle and dragged him under the Whomping Willow.

Amidst the chaos, Harry, Hermione, and you panicked, unable to reach Ron as the Whomping Willow swung its branches at you. Tossed around for what felt like ages, you finally found yourselves thrown into the hole where Ron had disappeared. As you groaned on the ground, you muttered, "I do not get paid enough for this."

The three of you exchanged worried glances, taking in your surroundings. The eerie silence was broken by you, who, with a wry smile, quipped, "Well, this is quite the unexpected adventure, isn't it?"

Harry, trying to lighten the mood, responded, "At least we're not being chased by giant spiders this time."

Hermione, ever practical, interjected, "Let's focus on finding Ron and getting out of here."

You, Harry, and Hermione cautiously entered the dilapidated building, the eerie creaks of the abandoned house echoing in the air. We're in the Shrieking Shack. The cracked stairs groaned under your weight as you ascended to the top floor. The air grew colder, and the atmosphere more foreboding.

Reaching a room that seemed frozen in time, you found Ron huddled on the floor with Scabbers, fear etched across his face. The room held an otherworldly stillness, broken only by Ron's urgent warning. He whispered to Harry, cautioning that it was a trap, and the man in the corner was the dog—an Animagus.

Your eyes followed Ron's gaze to the shadowy figure standing in the corner behind the broken door. The man's prison clothes clung to his emaciated frame, his hair disheveled, teeth askew. The room held its breath as recognition dawned. It was Sirius Black, the man believed to be after Harry.

"If you want to kill Harry, then you'll have to kill us too," Hermione says, placing herself in front of the boy-who-lived.

"No," Sirius says, stalking towards them, "only one will die tonight."

"Then it'll be you!" Harry shouts, throwing himself towards Sirius. They both fall to the ground, Harry pulling his wand out. Sirius laughs maniacally.

"Are you going to kill me Harry?" Sirius asks.

"Harry!" You shout, grabbing the boy by the shirt and getting him off of your former friend. Pulling out your own wand, it seems as if Sirius has finally noticed you.

"(Y/N), my dear, it has been an awful long time," Sirius says.

"You're looking worse for wear, Padfoot," you comment, pushing your wand closer to him. "Those days in Azkaban did you dirty." Sirius only laughed at you. I really hope it wasn't you. "I won't let you kill the boy, Sirius," you whispered, your wand at his neck.

Suddenly, the door is thrown open and you quickly turn around. You see Remus, your heart growing large. However, before you have time to process anything, he points his wand at you.

"Expelliarmus!" he shouts, your wand flinging out of your hand.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #older!remus lupin #older!remus lupin x reader #professor!remus lupin x reader #professor!remus lupin #harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #hogwarts #jk rowling

[luimagines]

To Protect The World From Devastation

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Last part! Introducing the little fairy who got caught! I wonder who it could have been.

Content under the cut!

It had been a while since Sky had dropped off the face of the earth and Twilight had subsequently followed suit.

Hyrule wasn’t sure how he would have been able to help them. Something in the air felt familiar the day Sky went missing but Hyrule didn’t think too much about it and didn’t voice his opinions on the matter. He thought it was nothing.

He was beginning to regret not telling someone.

Hyrule takes a breath and chants the spell he knows off the top of his head. His body shrinks, his sense of smell heightens and the world around him gains colors and flavors that he’d be locked out of otherwise.

He flies.

It didn’t take him too long to reach the spot where Sky vanished from. The group didn’t want to travel far without him. Then Twilight went to go look for him and he didn’t come back either.

The smell is still in the air, thankfully. Hyrule can smell the sugar sweet powder of pixie dust and follows it through the forest. It begins to dawn on him, as he follows the trail, that it’s not leading him to any fairy fountain. If anything it’s leading him to areas he’s never been before. Not that he’s afraid or shies away from the unknown but he begins to wonder if he should get others from the group to follow where it leads.

He doesn’t do that.

Hyrule tires after a while and realizes that while the trail has strengthened to a degree, he’s still miles away from where Sky could be and that’s not even counting where Twilight got off to. He should go back and get the others…. But what if the trail fades away completely by then? And what if they don’t believe him? It’s not like they’re aware of this little spell of his.

He groans loudly and flies up again. He continues forward. He’s already come this far, right? He might as well see this through to the end.

Hyrule ends up in the desert, cursing his existence, his stupidity, Sky’s stupidity, Twilight’s horrible luck and the fact that he’s been flying for hours with very little rest and he’s probably going to be useless if it came to a fight because of it.

He finds a cave and heads in. The fairy trail is heavier here than it’s been before. He’s very close, if he hasn’t arrived already.

He has to land. He’s too tired. The sun begins to set anyway and he’s only sorry that he didn’t warn anyone before he also left the group, let alone tell them the direction he was going. Hyrule falls asleep.

And wakes up in a jar.

Panic fills his veins instantly and he bangs the glass.

“Oh, it’s awake.” A person with short hair and cracks in their hair and neck lean over him. Hyrule can feel his heart pound in his chest. They reek of fairy dust and magic. Who is this person? “Hey, buddy. Hate to put you here but we noticed you were out in the open and didn’t want you frying when the sun came up.”

Panic stills for a moment as confusion sets in. Hyrule tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows. Just as he’s about to open his mouth to respond, another fairy comes in and flies around the jar.

Hyrule stunned stupid. He’s never seen her before. Granted, this isn’t his era. Let him rephrase. He’s never seen anything like her before.

She taps the glass and smirks at him. “Idiot.”

The illusion shatters and Hyrule glares at her. She giggles and flies back up. “He can come in handy.”

“He?” The other raises an eyebrow. 

The other fairy nods and flies around gleefully. “It’s not like you have the ability to heal.”

“Shut up.”

“I meant that kindly.”

“I doubt that.”

Hyrule sits in the jar and pouts. This is not how he was going to spend his day and on top of that! Where are the other-

“Oh hey, you have a fairy. How’d that get all the way out here?” Sky says calmly.

Hyrule sits up and flutters within the jar. His mouth is open and his eyes are wide. The one holding him nearly drops the jar. Hyrule yelps at the motions as the glass hits his head. He can’t focus on that though.

Sky is here. Sky is here and in chains. They caught him. They have him prisoner. Hyrule needs to… also get out. Well shoot.

Wolfie comes up soon after and Hyrule feels a little better about it. Twilight might still be missing but at least Wolfie was here to look after Sky, who looks well all things considered.

There isn’t much he can do from the jar though.

Hours come and go and Hyrule is more or less introduced to their third member. A pink haired girl with water manipulation abilities from what he’s gathered. Impressive.

She dotes on Wolfie and seems to be the main one to make sure everyone is fed, himself included. Which Hyrule is thankful for. He’s eaten through his rations already.

When this girl pulls a hidden crystal from Wolfie and reveals Twilight, Hyrule has to keep himself from crying from hysteria. He’s too busy trying not to cry from being overloaded with information and worrying that he hardly notices that in her panic, the girl opens his jar and all but dumps him out.

He hits the floor with a soft thud.

“You let him out!” The other fairy cries out in shock. “NO! He’ll escape!”

Hyrule calls off his spell and grows as well.

“Oh my god, oh my god.” The pink girl looks like she could cry too. “We just needed the one guy! Why do we have three?”

Hyrule laughs harder, tears streaming down his face.

“Are you ok, Traveler?” Twilight frowns.

The other fairy flutters close to his face and slaps him. It doesn’t hurt but Hyrule lets her.

Part 4

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #linked universe x oc #lu hyrule

[lukeskylovr]

spoilers for every good omens s2 episode under the cut!

EP 1

CROWLEY BEING SO EXCITED OMFG IM GONNA CRY

oh she’s so vibrant i’m going to kill someone

AZI AND MAGGIE OH MY GOD he’s so lovely. AND SHOSTAKOVICH?!!??! I FUCKING LOVE SHOSTAKOVICH

aw no omg heaven won’t talk to azi anymore 😭😭

maggie and nina oh my god they’re sooooooooo cute

OMG AZI CONDUCTING THR MUSIC WHILET LISTENING I DO THAT 😭😭 HES SO ME

HI MURIEL

oh their outfit is so pretty i love it

i missed crowley’s walk so much

THE 3 REASONS AZI CALLS CROWLEY IM GONNA EXPLODE

oh my god he called him angel again i’m

maggies clothes are so so cute i love them

omg maggie and i are so similar i love her

NOOOOO SHE HAS A PARTNER

crowley w his glasses off ❤️❤️

“I . am . dusting . 👿” 😭😭

CROWLEY SMOKING 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

omg they’re locked in the shop together

muriel my little skrunkle 😽😽😽😽

all the angels having different coloured shoes aaaaa

NO EW THE FLIES IN CROWLEY’S CAR EWWW

yeah maggie is so me i don’t drink either

GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY OH MY FUCKING GOD I KNEW IT WAS CROWLEY’S SONG

a proper apology *falls to my knees* 😭😭😭

A FUCKING LITTLE DANCE?!!?!? IM ACTUALLY SOBBING WHAT WAS THAT

ep 2

azi’s outfit ❤️❤️ he is so beautiful

i actually don’t hate crowley’s beard 😽😽

AWWW MURIEL HIII

i am loving these job era angel outfits

azi singing 😭

MAGGIE CRYING !?!

aziraphale is definitely autistic omg “it’s just a thing you say” ohhhhhhh he is so autistic

they’re at the pub?!

i can’t w these two crowley definitely reads fanfiction . he’s lying about seeing it in the film

“she had balls” “well” ☠️☠️☠️

A CLUE 😭😭😭❤️❤️

“don’t pronounce the capital letter” ☠️😭❤️

“nice gaff” ☠️

“i know the angel you were” KILL ME NOW

actually this whole scene is destroying me

“i’m not grinning!!” HES SOO CUTE

hi ty tennant 😽

aw jemimah is so cute

what omg azi didnt used to eat human food ?????? and crowley tempted him to start ??? i’m crying they’re so

my boy is fucking destroying that ox rib

AZI WINKING AT CROWLEY AWWWWW

“our car” FALLS TO MY KNEES AND SOBS

THE OCEAN SCENE IM SEEING IT WITH MY OWN EYES

azi nooo omg he thinks he’s going to hell 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ my baby

that scene is going to fucking haunt me

ep 3

awwww azi going along with muriel they’re so sweet

a cupperty omg 😭

“you love trains” ☠️ yeah he would wouldn’t be

they’re sitting so close they are definitely lovers

crowley stop stressing muriel out 👿

oh i actually didn’t expect that azi would be a shit driver

OH MY FUCKING GOD THE OUTFITS IVE BEEN WSITING FOR

fem crowley i love you

omg crowley w a scottish accent

HE CAN FEEL WHEN AZI DRIVES UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT ?!(! 😭😭

STOP IT WHAT HAS AZI DONE TO THE BENTLEY HES SO 😭

…. is that crowley without his jacket on …

IT IS

wow this crowley outfit is stunning she looks amazing

no omg azi hugging the jar w the tumour

HIS LITTLE HAT

this minisode is so sad

TINY CROWLEY WHAT THE FUCK 😭

what the fuck now he’s massive

awwwww azi holding crowley awwww

“and twitter and grindr whatever they happen to be” 😭😭 azi

maggie and nina are my favs oh my god

“if any harm comes to aziraphale from thsi i will” falls to my knees again

ep 4

fuck off shax leave my boy alone

“a little bemused as to why crowley should risk destruction for you” girl you have no idea

“YOU DONT SEEM HIS TYPE@ SHUT UPASNBSBD

no way there were rumours that crowley and azi are going out shut up 😭❤️

i’m so fucking stressed right now

oh my god it’s the blitz empisode i can’t fucking do this right now

oh them in the car ❤️

OH MY GOD IM FINALLY GETTING MY MAGICIAN AZIRAPHALE BACK

did i just watch an animated spider take a shit

if my boy’s magic show is ruined by some zombies i will be so mad

AZI PAUSING AT ‘friends’ OH IM SICK

😭 crowley pretending to be the audience

oh azi. i am finding this hard to watch but i love it

his little outfit i’m going insane

i’m shitting my pants rn there is no reason for this to be making me so nervous

OH JT WORKED

HES SO CUTE W THE FEATHER BOA AW

ok the picture the demon took of them is kinda nice

they’re on a date 😭😭🥹🥹

“i knew you’d come through for me. you always do.” KILL ME

SHAX CALLING AZI ‘crowley’s pet’ WHAT!?!,!

ep 5

stop crowley w the hat and the glass thing i’m crying

OMG THE DEMON FROM LAST SEASON

azi please stop speaking french i beg you

NINA AND CROWLEY TALKING ABOUT AZI STOP 😭😭

ugh drunk crowley

he’s gonna shout i know it he’s gonna be so mad

ohhhhhh he’s furious

“MY ONLY FRIEND” 😭😭😭😭😭

did crowley just tell gabriel to kill himself 🫢

THE MATCHBOX WHAT

how does jim fit on that tiny ass bed

crowley shouting at nina ☠️☠️

JIM’S SUIT 😭 love it

maggie hurry up pls pls pls

i love the woman in the black sparkly suit she reminds me of my aunt

MAGGIE AND NINA HIIIIII oh she looks stunning nina ily

also the harpsichord man’s suit is fabulous i want it

AZI SMILING AT THEM DANCING I CANT DO THIS

ok that magician’s partner is serving so hard that dress is amazing

oh. my. god. are azi and crowley fucking dancing are they going to fucking dance

MY DADS AEW DANCING WITH EACH OTHER

stop omg jim surrendering himself in that fabulous outfit is so

“i won’t leave you on your own” 🙁🙁🙁

“ur a good lad” “i’m not actually. either” YES!!!!!! TAKE THAT GENDERFLUID CROWLEY DENIERS !!’n TAKE RHAT!!! that you neil gaiman i love you mwah

“rescuing me makes him so happy” I AM GOING TO GO FUCKING INSANE THEY ARE SO INSIFFWRABLE AND I LOVE THEM SO MICH

aw muriel and crowley ❤️❤️

WAIT IM GETTING SHITTY ANGEL DISGUISE CROWLEY YES OMG

ep 6!!!!!!

i love his stupid fuckinf angel cosplay so much. and his little hops 😭

“i had brothers u don’t scare me by making faces!” STOP SHES SO RIGHT

DONT CALL MY GIRL MAGGIE UNLOVABLE

maggie ily but srsly 😭

“i haven’t always been a demon” IS TJIS A CALLBACK TO “that was a long time ago, angel” 😭😭👿

noo azi remembering the fire 🙁🙁

“crowley’s emotional support angel” STOP IT 👿👿👿

AW CROWLEY PUNCHING MURIEL LIKE THAT IM CRYING I LOVE THEM

bro why did they tell gabriel to take his clothes off ☠️

bro what is azi doing 😟

A HALO!??!

damn 😭

ohhhhh i love crowley sm

azi what have you done 😭😭😭

THE FLY WAS GABRIEL THIS WHOLE TIME !?!?!? STOP IT that is so fucking unserious neil gaiman i love you

NO WHAG THE FUCK IT WENT IN HIS EYEBALL

“you can’t always get what you live for” um. um am i supposed to think of azi and crowley when i hear that

are these two assholes in love with each other ….

GABRIEL MADE THE JUKEBOX PKAY EVERYDAY FOR BEELZEBUB!!(!!!!!???!!?!

period aziraphale

crowley don’t talk to me about alpha centauri i can’t do this

shut up michael

crowley sitting like that 😭

fuck off metatron looking at crowley like that leaving him alone u bastard

“us time” i am going to die

maggie and nina giving crowley advice omg ❤️❤️❤️

azi PLEASE just let crowley talk oh my god i’m actually gonna explode

oh azi 🙁

RESTORE CROWLEY TO FULL ANGELIC STATUS ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING

no nightingales 😟

“we could have been … us” what if i killed myself

i am fucking devastated no one talk to me

#good omens #good omens season two #good omens s2 #good omens spoilers #meri is talking

[oh-phineas]

Thursday, November 9 -- SwynRPVision: Create your own TV show, book, video game, piece of media, etc. that would exist in the SwynRPuniverse which does not exist in ours. Write a description, make a graphic, write a script or do whatever you want. 

reddit.com/r/broadway

u/magicalmistermistoffeleez

What's your favorite Broadway flop?

I'm kind of obsessed with flops. Shows that ran one, two months— maybe even less (I'm looking at you, Carrie) or even shows that had a decent run but lost a shit ton of money. So I thought I'd pose the question here! Regale me!

u/fvckyouflipflops

I wouldn't say favorite, because this is pretty messed up, but it sure is... something. This is the story of Dreamland, a very good lesson in why Mundus shouldn't mess around with pixie dust. Especially if they don't know what they're doing.

So back in the 70s, Rob King (big broadway producer to those who don't know) was in his white-guy-exploring-the-world era. Not all that problematic in and of itself, but he got really obsessed with fairy culture and basically kept trying to butt his way into Pixie Hollows. Obviously this is super not okay since Mundus aren't supposed to be there but he was apparently a pretty charming guy and at least managed to befriend some fairies in the neighboring towns who told him about their traditions and stuff. He comes back to New York OBSESSED with fairy culture and pixie dust in particular.

Enter... Dan Rivers and Pat Richardson. Yep, that Rivers and Richardson. A lot of fans of their more recent stuff don't know about this (unless you're me, a weirdo who goes on Wikipedia deep dives at 4 AM for fun) but after they put out their big smash hit in 1972, they were working on something much weirder and more niche. They wanted to write a musical about dreams, and they wanted to do a bunch of experimental stuff with it: no house lights, audience participation, and most daring of all, they wanted to incorporate magic.

Rob King gets wind of this show and right off the bat he's convinced that pixie dust is the answer. He's seen it do amazing things when handled BY ACTUAL FAIRIES (did you hear the foreshadowing in my voice?) and he thinks this is gonna be the perfect gimmick. Rivers and Richardson are a little apprehensive, but King assures them that pixie dust is gonna be the key. It's beautiful. It's magical. It's the perfect complement to the whole Dreamland project.

(Btw before the Rob King defenders come for me, yes I think he was a tool and no I'm not sorry for being biased. This is my post!! Write your own!!!)

Anyway, King manages to get a couple of jars of pixie dust (from where? We still don't know. imo it is super shady and I think he should be investigated... he claims it was a gift from his fairy friend abroad and maybe that's true but I just think the guy is so slimy there had to be something weird going on here). But he refuses to let anyone rehearse with it because it's such a limited resource.

It's only during previews that the cast actually gets to use it, and the results are pretty mixed. The thing about pixie dust is you don't just pick it up and use it, there's a mental component (thinking happy thoughts basically) and it's not easy to master if you're not a fairy and you've never used it before. Only one or two of the actors actually manages to get floating during previews, but King explained it by saying they were using a minimal amount of pixie dust before opening night because they had to conserve. So the show gets a few middling reviews but not all that much attention.

And then opening night happens. They double the amount of pixie dust being used, and things start immediately going haywire from the first scene. The actor who managed to float during the previews accidentally goes way too hard and flies into the house, crashing into the aisle (thankfully not into the audience) and bruising his ribs. A prop book gets enchanted too and this one does fly into an audience member's face, which she later tries to sue for. They can't even get through the first musical number before they have to call a tech hold for safety, and then they just decide to cancel the performance altogether.

The show comes back the next week without the pixie dust, but with the main gimmick gone, nobody really cares about this show anymore (I will say, it's got decent music but it's definitely not Rivers and Richardson's best work. It's interesting, but there isn't much plot... It's definitely too high-concept and weird for a mainstream audience). They try to get Gloria Gaynor in there as a stunt casting, but she pulls out at the last minute and the person she would have replaced threatens legal action for contract breach. It's a whole thing. Rob King tries to keep things going for another two weeks, but the opening night incident just casts way too big a shadow over the whole thing, and combined with the lukewarm reviews (both from critics and audience members) and the lack of any big gimmick, nobody is going to see this show.

The final nail in the coffin is when Chicago comes out. And then that's all anyone really cares about on Broadway anymore. Rob King finally sees the writing on the wall, and Rivers and Richardson do everything they can to erase this disaster from our collective memories.

So yeah! Dreamland walked so Spiderman: Turn Off The Dark could run, I guess. And to be clear, I'm definitely in favor of weird theater, and I think we should have more of it. This show just wasn't any good to begin with, and the way it exploited fairies (and honestly damaged their reputation a little bit, since King mostly blamed the pixie dust in the press later) is just super messed up to me.

TLDR: if you're going to incorporate magic in your show, get an ACTUAL magick on the creative team. Just sayin'.

#swynwrimoemma #swynwrimo2023 #idk what this is i just had fun writing it lol #i love niche drama

[sloshed-cinema]

Four Flies on Grey Velvet [4 mosche di velluto grigio] (1971)

Of all of his so-called “Animal Trilogy,” Four Flies on Grey Velvet is Argento’s most jarring, and not in a good way.  Pulp is never far from the mind in these gialli, and yet the earlier two entries and certainly later efforts manage to elevate that luridness, to find intrigue and interest and beauty in sequences and individual shot composition.  That’s not to say this is incompetent or lazy, it’s just much more… bizarre and erratic.  Some choices genuinely work: the intercutting between Roberto’s desperate drive to visit the private eye for the first time paired off with push-ins following up the stairs and up to Arrioso’s office in an interesting sort of visual bridge to convey the journey in an unconventional fashion aligned with Roberto’s desperation.  The eyeball doorknob even cheekily hints at the piece of evidence which will break the case open.  Darkly cheeky beats linger throughout.  Our heroes meet at a hilarious funerary exhibition selling everything from double coffins to strange avant-garde art-pieces wherein to spend the eternal slumber, and a would-be author friend regales the crowd with a treatment for a Horny Frankenstein story.  Argento is clearly not asleep at the wheel.  And yet throughout there are bizarre little jumps which call continuity into question, or even what is supposed to be the tone of a given scene.  Amelia the maid’s death is an ambiguously surreal affair, the disappearance of crowds and her panicked flight through a random hedgerow far more heightened and fantastical than anything else seen in the film thus far or after.  It’s lopsided, reaching out for balance, but there are glimmers.

Perhaps thrusting the film beyond the pale even moreso is the utterly baffling and egregious English dub.  It’s enough of a challenge for me to get through any Italian film of this era, given their propensity for filming the movie without sound and with each performer speaking their lines in their preferred language, and then fixing it all with a dub in post.  Even Fellini is difficult for me to watch for this exact baffling reason.  But the handling of spoken word in this film was on a whole other level, more worthy of a YouTube supercut of terrible English dubbing of anime than something to be released into theatres.  I’m not certain who I loved more: the flaming private eye who says “ooOOOhhhh” every three seconds, the hobo from the Bronx, Billy Bob Thornton as Jigo in Princess Mononoke, or Dollar Tree Jim Morrison who seems wholly apathetic to the fact he is the object of fixation for a psychopath.  They spared all expenses for the extras, who deliver their lines with the usual overemphasis of a person who gets one take and that’s it, trying to pack as much energy into the moment as possible, even if it’s for something as mundane as delivering mail.

THE RULES

SIP

Piano/harpsichord starts playing.

Kitty cat!

Arrioso touches Roberto.

The beheading dream is glimpsed.

BIG DRINK

Creepy mask time!

The sound suddenly drops out.

#drinking games #four flies on grey velvet #dario argento #horror #horror & thriller #giallo #italian cinema

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Alice in Chains - No Excuses

#Alice in Chains #No Excuses #VHS #V H S #captured from vhs #MTV #90's #Jar of flies era #w/ layne staley #dead files #My archives #archives #2000 #mpg

[sick-sad-little-world]

Layne Staley in Alice in Chains Music Videos (Part 2)

#alice in chains #layne staley #down in a hole #what the hell have i #i stay away #no excuses #grind #heaven beside you #again #dirt era #tripod era #jar of flies #❤️❤️❤️ #my gifs

[sweetness-doesnt-touch-my-face]

Confession: These days, I mainly listen to the current AiC.

#before I get killed #lol #seriously #facelift and jar of flies is the only layne era albums I can listen to #because #coming from a sensitive addict.. #a recovering addict* #I can't listen to dirt or tripod.. #it triggers me too much #I can't have those thoughts #don't get me wrong #I love layne #I love the old AIC soooo much #it's the best #but y'know what #I adore the new AIC just as much.. #I see it as a growth for me more than anything... #I'm sober #they're sober #we're just trying to live our lives without pain.. #it's hard yes #but it's better that way.. #and I'm content with it #bgwtb is such a jam of an album #and so is tdpdh...just more calmer. #anywho I'm done ranting #don't come for me guys

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Jar of flies Album Cover shoot

#alice in chains #grunge #90s #jar of flies #jar of flies era #rock #metal band #classic rock #acoustic rock #vintage #pic #60s 70s 80s 90s #authentic #flies #things #photography #art #an art work

[nehistripesseattle]

2023 Layne Staley Tribute Guest Singers-Musicians Announced

LAYNE STALEY TRIBUTE 2023- THURS. AUGUST 17th – Gathering at the International Fountain at the Seattle Center. – FRIDAY, AUGUST 18th – Unplugged Night at Madame Lou’s (21+)- SATURDAY, AUGUST 19th – LST2023 at The Crocodile in Seattle, WA (All-Ages) Special Guest Performers:- Brendan Maier (Sapphire Sun)- Tim Branom (Gypsy Rose)- Tara Rae (RagDolls Aerosmith Tribute)- Dane Creek (Rain Light…

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#Grunge Era #Jar of Flies #Layne Staley #NeHi Stripes #Seattle Sound #Seattle Tribute Bands #The Crocodile Seattle #video

[reggiejworkshop]

"Layne Staley "

Been listening to a lot of old albums for the first time lately. Most recently it was the famous Alice In Chains EP; Jar of Flies. Its probably my new favorite recording from the grunge era.

So while I was doing a bit of sketching this weekend, I ended up doing a tribute piece of the band's late singer. Such a unique  voice that was gone way too soon.

After a bunch of digital work lately, its back to traditonal! Wasn't really intending on going for more realistic look when I started on this. Really wanted it to be more caricature like.

Accidentally tried to put a marker base down in beginning but didn't realize I had drawn on the wrong side. The colors came out much paler than they usually  do on the paper I use. The marker paper I use has one side that absorbs all the ink. Plus I made the not so smart choice of laying down some of the initial line work with ball point pen, as it began to bleed into the markers.

So I used colored pencils to add some of that vibrancy! And broke put my regular ink pens to better emphasize the linework.

Honestly think I could have done a better job, but well. I feel it could have been a bit more expressive.. Still has a bit  of that grungy asthetic that I was going for

#layne staley #alice in chains #rock music #alternative rock #90s music #grunge #caricature #traditional illustration #mixed media #deviantart #music inspired

[jinmukangwrites]

Since we’re focusing on Hyrule for now—You might’ve heard of this hc— but I love the hc that Hyrule can’t read, since he grew up in a cave and all, and like someone like Twi or Warriors having to teach him. Twi since I’m the TP manga he’s a bookworm and it’s just fitting for Warriors to be a reader :pp

There's a presence over Twilight's shoulder. It's not a malicious one, nothing filled with ill-intent, so Twilight simply licks his finger and turns the page of his book, the pages glowing in the light of the campfire.

Soon enough, Hyrule settles down next to him, close enough to eavesdrop into the book but not enough to be touching. The younger hero simply breathes besides him, staring at the book with narrowed yet curious eyes.

Twilight can't help a smile. He turns to Hyrule, closing the book slightly. "I can lend it to you later," Twilight offers. "You'll spoil yourself if you read from my shoulder."

Then, Hyrule gives a jolt and his eyes open like saucers. A twinge if sadness pangs Twilight's heart as Hyrule scrambles to his feet and looks like his hand has been caught in a jar of sweets. His hand flies to the back of his neck and Twilight puts all of his willpower into not frowning.

"N-no, it's alright," Hyrule says, chuckling in a way that screams that he's nervous as hell. "I was just curious... That's all."

Then, before Twilight can say a thing more Hyrule is turning tail and rushing to the other side of camp, his shoulders practically touching his reddened ears.

Twilight turns to Four, who's leaning against a tree and picking at his nails while he watched the entire exchange.

Four shrugs, and Twilight allows himself to frown.

-o-o-o-o-

He sneaks the book onto Hyrule's pillow the next night while the boys went off with Wind to gather firewood. Twilight finished the entire thing the day before, reading whenever he could as fast as he could. He thinks Hyrule would enjoy it. It's a story about hardships and kindness and light triumphant over shadow.

He hopes Hyrule will like it.

He sits at the campfire, helping Wild chop mushrooms—his slices uneven and sloppy but Wild doesn't seem to really care at the moment—when Hyrule and Wind finally return. They go through all of dinner without Hyrule noticing his surprise, and Twilight's stomach clenches ever more with each passing second in impatience.

Then finally, finally, the sun sets. Everyone goes their ways towards their sleeping places and Twilight watches discreetly from his blankets as Hyrule pauses over his sleeping space, green eyes widening as he slowly bends down and picks up. His eyes flicker to Twilight and Twilight closes his eyes for a second, giving Hyrule the illusion that he's asleep.

A few seconds pass, and then Twilight reopens his eyes to find Hyrule curled up in his blankets with his back towards Twilight.

The book is set carefully on top of a traveling bag, untouched.

And Twilight once again finds himself frowning.

-o-o-o-o-

The next morning, Hyrule approaches him while Twilight is refilling his canteen in the river. Curious, Twilight turns and finds that the two of them are practically alone, the next closest person being Sky who's chatting with Warriors further down stream. Hyrule is holding the book out towards Twilight, his face looking nervous and apologetic.

"You don't want to read it?" Twilight asks gently and quietly, looking at the extended book to Hyrule's face.

Hyrule bites his lip then shakes his head. "I can't read it."

And Twilight is an idiot. He has forgotten that language might have carried hero to hero with a few minor changes here and there, but the writing and lettering seems to have changed drastically with each new hero and each new era. He quickly reaches forward and takes back the book.

"Goddesses, I'm sorry traveler," Twilight apologizes, cursing himself for forgetting that, "I should have remembered that our script is different."

"It's not different," Hyrule says quickly, looking apologetic himself, and when Twilight flashes him a confused look Hyrule bites his lip. "It's um... Well I think it might be different, b-but it's not your fault. I ah... I just can't read."

Twilight's brain stops for a moment and restarts when Hyrule launches into his own apologies.

"A-actually a lot of people from my era can't read. Books were destroyed by the demon king Ganon and his minions centuries ago and, um, people had to isolate themselves to survive. I practically grew up in a cave and on the move... No time to teach myself to read, you know?"

Twilight looks down at the book in his hands and thinks of the story within it. And he understands. It's a miracle in itself that Twilight knows how to read. It's only because Rusl humored him enough to give him a few lessons and a few books. In a village miles from the castle where the most concerning thing is normally just the constant fear if goat escapes, not many people really bother to learn to read.

Twilight remembers being able to read his first ever book, looking at the scribbles and tracing his fingers over the letters in the setting light of the sun through his balcony window. He had to sound the words out loud to himself, and he stumbled a lot, but it was so exciting to find himself reaching cover to cover with just a small list of words he couldn't figure out.

He has so many books now. He plans on getting more.

Hyrule never got that experience, he's never had the option to.

And Twilight... finds that so sad.

So he tightens his fingers around the book and smiles at Hyrule, who's awkwardly shuffling his feet at the ground, cheeks and ears red in embarrassment once again.

"Would you like to learn?"

Hyrule's eyes shoots up to Twilight, his mouth opening in shock.

"W-would you?" Hyrule asks, not sounding like he quite believes he's heard the offer Twilight gave him.

And Twilight beams, excitement fluttering in his gut at the thought of giving Hyrule something he cherishes so much.

"Of course. We can start tonight," he replies, taking the book in his hands and holding it out again. "If you want?"

Hyrule takes the book like he's holding something precious and fragile, folding it gently to his chest. "I would love that," he whispers.

Suddenly, a voice calls out from behind them. Time walks towards the river, with the words that it's time to get a move on.

Twilight returns his attention to Hyrule, feeling giddy and hoping it shows just how giddy on his face. "I'm glad," he says, ruffling Hyrule's hair.

Hyrule laughs and halfheartedly whacks his hand away, keeping the book to his chest. Then, they rejoin the others together, thoughts of nothing but letters and sounds running through Twilight's head, excitement making a home in his chest.

#linked Universe #hero of twilight #hero of hyrule #jin writes #drabble fic #lu drabble fic #fanfiction #fan fic

[diceriadelluntore]

Storia Di Musica #161 - Mad Season, Above, 1995

La morte di Cobain fu lo spartiacque del movimento grunge. Per alcuni ne sancì la tragica fine. Nonostante l’evento colossale, era impossibile fermare l’onda musicale che si portava appresso, e se proprio vogliamo cercare un evento o degli eventi simbolo che ne sanciscono la fine, dobbiamo forse arrivare al 1996, quando i Soundgarden si sciolgono dopo il non eccezionale Down On The Upside, gli Alice In Chains suonano acustici all’MTV Unplugged e i Pearl Jam con No Code vogliono ormai far vedere che quell’etichetta grunge sta a loro stretta. Rimane un anno, il 1995, in cui escono due grandi album che per me sono l’estrema variante del Seattle sound: uno è un disco formidabile, uno dei più belli degli anni ‘90, ed è Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness degli Smashing Pumpkins (addirittura doppio, che esce nell’ottobre del 1995) e il disco di oggi, di un nuovo supergruppo, che nasce a Seattle con un preciso intento: evitare che qualcun altro faccia la fine di Cobain. Mike McCready, il funambolico chitarrista dei Pearl Jam, dopo Vitalogy (siamo a metà 1994) decide di disintossicarsi, e va ospite in una clinica in Minnesota. Li incontra e fa amicizia con John Baker Saunders, un bassista. Insieme decidono che una volta disintossicati, si sarebbero visti a Seattle e avrebbero messo su una band. E così successe: McCready e Saunders trovano l’entusiasmo del batterista e percussionista Barret Martin, già negli Skin Yard e batterista dei favolosi Screaming Trees di Mark Lanegan. I tre cercano un cantante, e McCready pensa ad un suo amico, in perenne lotta con l’abuso di sostanze, sperando che l’entusiasmo e il lavoro per questo progetto lo aiuti a superarle: Layne Staley degli Alice In Chains. Con questa formazione, solo con un paio di canzoni abbozzate, tengono uno storico concerto in uno dei locali storici di Seattle, il Crocodile Cafè, nell’ottobre del 1994. L’accoglienza è ottima, e il gruppo inizia a lavorare per un disco. Si scelgono come nome Mad Season, con riferimento alla stagione della crescita dei funghi che contengono psilocibina, comunemente conosciuti come funghi allucinogeni. Registrato ai Bad Animals Studios di Seattle, con la produzione di Brett Eliason, Above esce nel marzo del 1995: in copertina un disegno di Staley che lo ritrae con la sua fidanzata dell’epoca, Demri Lara Parrott. È caratterizzato da una qualità musicale che abbandona per lo più i ritmi e l’atmosfera aggressiva del grunge per influenze molto eleganti, che virano al jazz, al blues, persino alla musica di altre parti del mondo, e dai testi, scritti tuti da Staley, profondissimi e pregnanti, ispirati alla sua lettura, in quei tempi, de Il Profeta di Kahlil Gibran. Il trittico iniziale è magnifico: si parte con l’ipnotico e lunghissimo intro di Wake Up, dove il battito del basso apre alla voce, magnifica e dolente, di Stanley, che dice “Svegliati, ragazzo. È ora di svegliarsi. La tua relazione amorosa deve finire per dieci lunghi anni, dieci anni a raccogliere le foglie, un lento suicidio non è la strada da percorrere”. X-Ray Mind ha un ritmo delle percussioni quasi da danza tribale, da rito iniziatico, e vive tutto nel duello di fendenti tra la chitarra di McCready e la batteria di Martin. River Of Deceit è invece la ballata dolente del dolore, tema carissimo a Staley, che qui ne dà quasi una confessione: ”Il mio dolore è autoinflitto. Così diceva il profeta. Potrei bruciare o tagliare via il mio orgoglio per trascorrere un po' di tempo. Una testa piena di bugie è il peso da portare, legato alla cintura”. I’m Above è uno dei brani simbolo del disco (e ne dà il titolo): Staley è accompagnato alla voce da Mark Lanegan, che come una spalla saggia si alterna al canto. Il disco nella parte centrale più si avvicina al grunge “storico”: il blues dolente di Artificial Red, Lifeless Dead sembra presa dalla depressione allucinata di Dirt (capolavoro degli Alice In Chains del ‘93), I Don’t Know Anything è un brano quasi sperimentale, costruito su una serie di riff di McCready con il lavoro, stupendo, di Martin alla batteria e di Saunders al basso, per una canzone potentissima, che è la più granitica dell'intero disco. E dopo una così forte carica di impatto sonoro, c’è la sorpresa più grande del disco: Long Gone Day ha un ritmo jazz, acustico, che sa di samba, xilofoni, una atmosfera quasi da lounge bar che stride con il resto del disco. La voce di Mark Lanegan questa volta è la guida principale, mentre Staley canta nei cori e la seconda strofa, “È lungo il giorno trascorso, chi mai ha detto che siamo trascinati via con la pioggia”, con le incursioni di un sassofono, suonato da una delle figure principe dell’underground musicale di Seattle, Skerik (al secolo Nalgas Sin Carne), in uno dei brani più spiazzanti del periodo. L’atmosfera si rifà cupa poi nel lungo strumentale November Hotel, con chiarissimo tocco alla Pearl Jam di McCready, e si finisce con All Alone, poche parole su una nuvola di musica per definire in fondo come si sente Staley. Il disco non sarà mai un successo portentoso, ma rimarrà costante nel tempo, arrivando anche ad essere Disco D’oro certificato. McCready ritornerà ai Pearl Jam, Saunders si unirà ai The Walkabouts, Martin continuerà a suonare con gli Screeming Trees, Staley canterà ancora con gli Alice In Chains, in almeno altri due capolavori, Jar Of Flies e il toccante MTV Unplugged, dove canta già in condizioni preoccupanti. McCready proverà più volte a riunire il gruppo, anche mettendo mano a nuovo materiale con collaborazioni di peso (come Peter Buck dei R.E.M.) ma tutto diventerà inutile quando nel 1999 Saunders muore di overdose, seguito dopo 3 anni da Staley. A lui, Eddie Vedder, che alla fine è da considerarsi un sopravvissuto, dedicherà una canzone, una ghost track nel loro bellissimo disco Lost Dog del 2003, doppio album che raccoglie le canzoni scartate, quelle dei singoli, quelle pubblicate in altre compilation. La canzone si intitola 4/20/2002, la data della morte di Layne Staley. E contiene queste parole:

So all you fools Who sing just like him Feel free to do so now Cuz he's dead

Using, using, using The using takes toll Isolation Just so happy to be one Sad to, sad to think Sad to think of him all alone

Lonesome friend, we all knew Always hoped you'd pull through

No blame, no blame No blame, it could be you Using, you can't grow old using

So sing just like him, fuckers It won't offend him Just me Because he's dead

che è epitaffio perfetto alle storie che ho tentato di raccontare in questo mese, nate in una città che non è la prima cosa che si pensa alla parola USA, ma che ha regalato una delle ultime epopee del rock.

#mad season #above #1995 #recensione

[bigdreamsandwildthings]

Review: The Fountains of Silence (Ruta Sepetys)

Rating: ★★★★.5/5

"This is your time, Dan. Grab it and run. Do the stuff you see in the movies. It's the stuff no one gets to do. But you can do it, Matheson. I don't want you calling me in ten years whining that you should have done this and should have done that. As the saying goes, it's later than you think." 4.5 stars. I had high expectations for this one, and boy, did it meet them. This is a story of Spain in 1957: a country still under the control of dictator Franco and a country that provides very different experiences to different people. Daniel Matheson is a Texan, an aspiring photojournalist on a trip with his parents; Ana works at the hotel, providing services to its guests. Along with a cast of characters that include Ana's brother Rafa, her cousin Puri, American party boy Nick, weathered journalist Ben, and so many others, Dan will uncover what Spain is to its people, and how - or if - he can shed light on the dark inner workings of the country he grows to love. As with all of Ruta's books, this one is emotional, SO hard to put down, and important in shedding light on a tumultuous era of history. I had no idea about the history of Spain that is discussed here; Franco's dictatorship and its effects on Spain's people is very much swept over in our education system, and it's both painful and enlightening to begin to crack it open here. The subplot about the stolen babies is horrific, and the way these characters live in such a brutal world and deal with the kinds of consequences that would have been very real is just gut wrenching. What I really love about how Ruta writes is how engaging she makes her words. The short chapters make this feel like it flies by, even clocking in at almost 500 pages. Skipping from character to character so quickly could seem jarring but, given their proximity to one another and how their stories connect, it just kept me even more into the story and wanting to find out what would happen next. The characters are the heart of this one, as with all of Ruta's books. Ana is the absolute SWEETEST human I've encountered in fiction in a very long time, and her and Dan and their budding relationship had me swooning multiple times, but this was cut by the very real tension that Ruta built into their world. The reality of Julia and Antonio and their struggle to move up in the world, Rafa and Fuga and the tragedy of life as a survivor of a boys' home, all of it was just so heartbreaking. Every character here felt real for so many different reasons; even Buttons/Carlito the concierge has such a presence in my mind. The reason I take half a star off is because this felt slow-moving at times, for maybe the first third. I was into it, but I didn't fully invest until after, when I finally figured out exactly what was going on and who I was supposed to root for. It was all fascinating, all interesting as all hell, but I wanted to be head-over-heels for it sooner than I was. But that said, read this book. It's a peephole into an era of history that I have never come across otherwise in the literary world. I really, really enjoyed it. 

#booklr #book photography #book reviews #the fountains of silence #ruta sepetys #ya fiction #ya historical fiction #bookworm #bibliophile #my photos #my reviews #mine