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Beth cannot remember a time where Ben wasn't in her life. As she grew older she realised how unusual that was, because everything about them should have made them enemies; Ben is dyed in the wool Protestant, the Rileys have been Catholic from almost from the time of Raghllaigh, Prince of Breffney in the Year of the Lord 981. The Rileys enjoy a privileged life of wealth, position, and titles where as the Tallmadges were more modest. But their fathers were fast friends, enjoying debate and arts and philosophy, so it was natural that their children would also be friends. Ben and Andy certainly were meeting when Beth was still in swaddling. For years the small group of children, Beth chased them through hill and dale, merely content to be included by the older ones though Ben reserved a special place in her world, as beloved as her brother Andrew was and remained. Ben was the only person who could ever call her Lizzie. And when the family moved from Setauket to Boston, then Boston to Philadelphia, leaving land and property thriving, Beth became inconsolable. A furious wave of letters written and sent eventually dwindled, and Beth carried on with her life and education, though she never forgot Ben. She always believed they would find each other again, she simply hadn't expected it to be a war with England that would do it. The second the murmurs made their circles, of course Andy threw his hat into the Continental ring. If Beth had had the luxury of being a second son, she would have followed soon after. From his letters home, Andy was pleased to report meeting back up with Ben and Brewster, Samuel and a fair few others. Having the responsibility of the household, Beth began to send funds and supplies as she could while maintaining the facade of neutrality important to Society. When Andrew goes missing in battle, Ben took it upon himself to personally inform the family, to offer his condolences in person because he knows better than most that Andy is likely no longer in the world. Beth is devastated by the news, but equally shocked to realise three things; that Ben has grown into a fine man of some standing, that her feelings for him have only changed from their tender kinship to a fire burning in her chest, and that she won't let this chance slip away from her. Elizabeth Riley loves Ben Tallmadge, and she is serving two causes; freedom for her nation, and capturing the Major's affections. Her Straw Haired Soldier, her Good Reverend Oat. {{I am not gonna lie... I didn't see this one coming, but from the first sets of posts I absolutely fell in love with this ship, and am constantly amazed and delighted by how it's unfolding, and the plans we are making for them. I love how you write Ben, and I think he's absolutely darling under your care! 20/10, I will give them up when I am dead}}

Earl Grollman tells us: "Grief is not a disorder, a disease or a sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve." They don't meet conventionally, as one doesn't take a grief counselling meeting to be a place where one typically picks up a date, but they do find each other, and reach out. They make each other laugh and have such amazing chemistry from the get go. It's funny and it's awkward, and they are both holding back so much of their real lives and real selves. Maybe they want the other to see them as the people they wished they'd grown into. Maybe the baggage of everything they've experienced is too heavy and this is a fresh start. Regardless, it strikes me as both poignant and heart warming. There will be upset in the future of the story when the little lies told unravel and they become exposed to one another's truths, but I look forward to that, too. One of the things I find fascinating in this modern twist is that Ben has lost his younger brother, whom he was so very protective over, and "Ellie" has lost her older brother, who was so protective over here. The pieces left behind in the wake of their tragic too-young passings meet up in the ones who survive them, and they have perspectives and parts of themselves to offer that match up almost seamlessly. I love Ben's dark sort of humour, and I love how they have a lot in common despite leading very different lives. They will grow, they will change, they will leave a mark on each other and hopefully come out the better for having each other in their lives, and I don't really make a prediction of the future here, except I think it will be one of those lasting bonds. I love that they seem to have it it off like a match tossed into a pile of kerosene soaked rags. I love how Ben is and can be soft, can be open, can be a lot of things that go against stereotype, without missing a beat and without coming across as out of place, despite being sort of 'old fashioned'. Once again, you've hit one out of the park on this.

{{20/10, your honour, I love them. These are some of the sweetest, dearest ships in my heart}}

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Oh my god, this round-up is so unwieldy. Long. Just, had a lot comments. And if you were waiting for my whole manifesto on the ‘Comrades In Arms’ question, have I got that herein!!!!!

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You guys gotta stop re-orchestrating the song, I’m too sensitive to this! This is how far we’ve gotten, listen: these worn-in, mellow guitars & horns of S1, this jangly extended situation

Camera’s getting in closer this season I notice. Do you know what else I noticed: HY AVERBACK. Haven’t seen that name since the change-up, since he was directing seemingly every other episode, since [quiet swallow] Trapper and Henry. Since this show was significantly nuttier and also I miss it like crazy. Hy…hi.

Klinger: “What am I, the only medic in the shop!” BJ: “You’re loved, you fool.” Klinger: “Command me, oh tall one with the Presbyterian features.” It’s like I was just saying—!

Hawkeye: “Where you from, Charlie?” Major Winchester: “Charles.” Me: “So, like the river, then?” Potter, a moment later: “Impressive, Doctor. Harvard Med, Massachusetts General…” Me: “Oh my god, like the river.”

BJ has never gone as Berkeley than when now being confronted with Beacon Hill, and fuck that is Correct. The natural challenger. Maine and the Midwest can contribute but California must put up our champion. Back Bay vs. The Bay: Fight !

Really good papers toss Mike Farrell, that’s not easy

“Creative Consultant”! Alda :)

Margaret & The Boys ‘Silly Mood’ but now it’s Babe! Babe Tell Us What’s Wrong! [Keke Palmer in Nope voice] You Look Pretty :)

Klinger’s sling-armed lawyer…this season is already pleasing me so much

Absolutely obsessed with the moribund injured Dr. Berman, whose entire affect is the part where Cameron wakes up and fixes him with a weird stare and drones “Ferris Bueller you’re my hero.”

Charles: “Colonel I, I think I should tell you that my father knows Harry Truman.” Sure, and my own rich Massachusetts friend’s dad knows Mitt Romney, this is just how this goes (Haha I’m DYING.)

Ahh, nice way to even it out. He’s a very skilled surgeon, and smug about it, but they have a skill-set that he doesn’t: move fast, not pretty, save all the lives you can, don’t fall until you reach your cot.

Ahh and yeah he’s so much smarter than Frank! God this is gonna be great. Not that he can’t be tricked, but he can also trick you. Hey let’s make this interesting, the sixth season says. Let's.

“What’s up, you look down?” is such a smooth joke that the laugh track editors didn’t even notice it

Radar: “Um, well I’m very concerned about something that concerns my life here.” Hawkeye: “What’s the trouble, Andy?” Radar: “Well, I don’t think that this place is turning out to be that great an experience for me. I mean I work under terrible pressures and there’s lots of death and destruction and stuff, but other than that I don’t think I’m getting much out of it.” Heeheehee, heeheehee, okay you know what: this is exactly the energy this show has been missing. I needed this deadpan absurdist commentary.

Radar: “I’m the only one that’s gonna leave this place younger than I was when I came.” ASLDKJFL THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN SAYING. HE’S GETTING YOUNGER. Oh lord they're saying it!

They play this reveal well I gasped!

Hawkeye, drunk & maudlin at Rosie’s: “You know that my hands were shaking? I had butterflies. I’ve held people’s hearts in my hand and with him I was nervous. Am I boring you?” BJ, tired: “I’ve heard this four times already, I know how it ends.” Hawkeye: “How does it end, I wasn’t here for the early show.” BJ: “You start crying and sing ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow’—can we go home?” [hard cut to BJ half-carrying Hawkeye to bed while he warbles: “If funny little bluebirds fly—!”] GOD THIS SEASON IS SO GOOD

Sparkly sparkly sparkly blue-gray eyes, all barely held tears

I think a lot about… There’s a casual detailed realism to Alda and Farrell’s acting with patients. I think what it is is this thing where they’re delivering the light dialogue to reassure, but it’s laid over something still attentive and thoughtful. Underneath the blithe jokes you can see them actually assessing how they’re doing, taking in and gathering information. Here it’s this quick beat amidst quips of Hawkeye bending his own elbow and asking “Can you do that?” and watching as Radar mirrors him.

Wooo I had to pause for a second to feel some feelings!!!!! God Alda I can’t stand that you wrote this, you wrote all this…tearing into your character’s faults and vulnerabilities…god I love you

Father Mulcahy is incensed!! He’s outraged!! </3/3 I’m losing my mind

Hahhhh Margaret like no no no, I pre-DATE you with him, Colonel, I get to yell at him first

I looooooove this episode. I love how unfair it is. It’s so unfair for Radar to be wounded and let down, and to be yelled at for this by this person he relies on, to be yelled at for feeling betrayed by Hawkeye because he loves him. And it’s so unfair for Hawkeye that it’s because he loves Radar that this even happened, that he's only fallen because he was and is so messed up over Radar getting injured. And that it doesn’t matter to the sequence of people now coming to shout at Hawkeye for shouting at Radar for holding him to this higher standard he’s stuck being held to because usually he is strong, but currently feels completely incapable of maintaining because Radar’s hurt and shouting at him. It’s all just so unfair and it’s all because everyone LOVES each other and I love that.

Can’t believe the course my life has taken has resulted in Klinger naming his imaginary camel the one Arabic word I know: Darling

Oh man, wasn’t there an episode where Henry actually pulled rank and was like oh no, you can’t arrest anyone here without going through me? Any time this happens, well I like that.

God, guess whose rampant bisexual behavior is back being tossed around in public. I’m blissful.

Also: “Knock off the didos, Pierce, we’ve got work to do.”

Wowzers

“How would you like to be up to your knees in floor.” Margaret 😂

Hawkeye is So Bothered that this guy got BJ arrested. He’s not letting this one go. He’s already called him a creep—one of the more damning designations from him! This is actually rather rare in their arrangement as has been, that Hawkeye is the one getting worked up protecting BJ—usually it’s swapped. He’s almost a little scarily unforgiving. I’m very interested by this.

Noooo your therapist has a head wound! Terrific dramatic irony, Alda. Please don’t comment on it, make me proud… Aw you make me so proud. And my goodness you love this character.

BJ: “You touch his nose, Charles, you’re gonna have to marry him.” GOD we’re back :)) Thanks for seeing me, M*A*S*H

Aw Sidney my dear

Demerit for ending with ‘Keep the Home Fires Burning’ though. [pleasant BJ voice] Fuck off, Ivor Novello.

Hawkeye: “Charles, come on, as a friend?” Charles: “Not eeeven as an enemy.” God, tasty. Tasty dialogue.

Why is everything Charles Winchester says so fucking funny. I go to write it down and it’s half just in his delivery—David Ogden Stiers is good stuff.

Hawkeye: “Thank you, thank you, I’d give you a hug but in my condition I might not be able to stop.” Ohoho, nyhaha, ah. The dressy khakis in an apron and splashed all over with plaster of Paris is also unfortunately some kind of look. It’s just novel, but we shouldn't undercount that effect.

Charles: “One of my tent mates is a relatively inoffensive chap named BJ Hunnicutt. Excellent surgeon, in spite of the fact that he was, born, raised, and studied in….California.” What did I say! What did I say!!

The fact that one of BJ’s strength is that everyone thinks he’s a sweetie, and he is, but also he’s sneaking around playing tricks, is delish.

Know that they’re beaming with love & glee while pretending to polish their shoes (BJ’s is a rubber chicken) for this entire exchange: Hawkeye: “You’re a vicious fiend.” BJ: “Worse than you?” Hawkeye: “By far.” BJ: “Nicest thing you ever said to me, thank you.” Hawkeye: “Oh my pleasure.” BJ: “My pleasure.” Hawkeye: “Any time.”

The bit where they just collapse in pure exhaustion and never makes it to their planned romp in Seoul is an oldie but a goodie

The instant I’m looking at scrubs over sweaters, I know I’m going to be enjoying an episode

God they’re all so cute when they’re cold

Charles’ clipped accent keeps making me think he’s saying “Hanukkah” when he’s actually addressing “Hunnicutt”

God they’re all so cute when they’re trying to solve a mystery novel together

Make-out fade to black. Classy.

Mike Farrell’s golden arms.. Reblog if u agree.

What kills me is that the final button of Hawkeye & Margaret is easily 10x as good as the rest of the episode, which I know is a relationship that will be forgotten by the show immediately so could never buy it for a second, but this I’ll buy every day, I’ll take out a subscription, long term. You two!

Potter: “We’ve staggered down this road before. You’ve got a razzle dazzle going.” Klinger: “Wrong sir, respectfully.” Potter: “I’m gonna love this one, it’s got a lot of reverse top-spin.” I love him. I love them.

Why do I so like a tie tucked into a shirt

Wait, so I didn’t spend enough time having a reaction to this when they’ve gotten their pay in the past, but they’re being paid in like, notgeld? What kind of company town is this! How are they paying Rosie??!

I swear Alda is getting greyer and skinnier every time I see him this season. Don’t become an actual ghost, babe.

BJ’s hair is getting longer & fluffier, too

Klinger’s first name is Max?? Well I love it

This sweet baby nurse reminds me of Marcia Strassman—I miss her! Hawkeye’s best girlfriend, in five seasons haven’t met her equal.

Why are you playing cat’s cradle with your own face, he’s right there

Huh, we’re really against tattoos now? Weird hill to die on, but okay

Potter: “Pierce, Hunnicutt, you mind going up against each other as team captains?” Hunnicutt: “What do you say, powder puff?” Pierce, big gay leg cross: “Well it will prove who’s the fairest in the land.” These moments happen and I literally say aloud, “Thank God”

Loretta!….LEGS <3

BJ Hunnicutt, I would like an entire oral history of your choice to wear your pink armband tied around your upper thigh

Watching this historic Olympics footage really makes me feel like we’ve gone too far with athletes

Just, a lot of symbolic-looking yarn winding with Hawkeye and BJ, huh. What threads tie you together, et cetera.

Charles: “Haven’t you ever seen truffles before?” BJ: “Nobody knows the truffles I’ve seen.” [Alda: might actually laugh for real, as this is so goofy and not his usual HAH] Charles: “Here you are, gentlemen.” BJ: “Oh, goody!” Hawkeye: “Mm-mm, chopped liver!” Charles: “It’s pâte de foie gras” BJ, gesturing to his mouth: “I happen to know Paddy De Foie Gras and this definitely isn’t him.” Okay who wrote this one, they get it

I like Potter pointing out Hawkeye’s hypocrisy of “railing against violence and insensitivity, then to prove your point you attack a man.” Many people could stand to hear this I think! Not to be bold!

[reminiscing about some dance hall in Toledo] “I gotta go kid. I’m breaking my heart.” Klingerrrrr <3 <3 <3 Me about the theme song.

I love irritated Potter, he’s so punchy. “Explain to me, why am I here?”

It’s been a while since we’ve had an episode where some random brass is like “I hate Hawkeye!,” and then they watch him do surgery for 48 hours straight, and are like “Never mind, he’s allowed. Also, related, I would like to never be here again.”

The Alda Two-Reveal Slow Camera Pull-Back but it’s adding BJ showering next to him singing his own opera part, then Charles in a robe crossing in front of them combing his hair. Oh and my review of this is: choicechoicechoicechoice

BJ: “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Hawk: “What don’t you do?” BJ: “I’ll think of something.”

Margaret: “HOW CAN A GROWN MAN BE SO MECHANICALLY INCOMPETENT.” Hawkeye: “I take a lot of cabs.”

Oooo I like BJ pacing in his doctor’s coat, fretting, gnawing a nail

[getting out the shrapnel] “There. You wanna look at it?” “Don’t be morbid! Just clean it up and put a dressing on it.” Love that these speakers are not who you might guess they are :)

Margaret to Hawkeye: “Do you know what it feels like to give your heart to somebody? To live just for a glimpse of his handwriting in the mail?” Hm pardon me while I just scoop this up nicely and hold it for a moment, emotionally panicking!

“Oh, I think I should warn you. If you come over here for any reason during the night, announce yourself. I intend to swing this to kill.” I fucking love her sometimes. Alan, this line, Loretta, this delivery. He’s so good at writing for her, and she just takes it and Runs.

Welp, look at that—suddenly need to qualify that last part!! Hey Part 2 what is this???

Y'know the thing is though, I sooooooo support Margaret & Hawkeye boning. Oh do I. But this, is not it! This is supposed happen in an episode where they’re mostly squabbling with each other, this is right. It keeps it part of the way they squabble. If it came out of them being all tenderness, the risk there is that then it feels like it needs to become a real thing, and it won’t work as a real thing. Or not real, this is so real, I mean as like a usual romantic relationship. Their relationship is not romantic, but frankly has always been erotic. It’s sort of the opposite of how Hawkeye has mostly been with BJ, really. (That the biggest mix of both was with Trapper is why I still can’t really talk about that !)

Anyway Hawkeye & Margaret are the horniest characters on this show, and that’s why this should so happen. For both of them, sex is a major part of the way they experience & process the world and other people in it. And with them always sparking as much as they have, absolutely should it come to this someday. And it’s so good to wait until this far in, because at this point they’ve also grown to genuinely respect each other. This can actually be a kind of gesture of mutual respect between them, a meeting as equals (on the sexy field). I mean the set-up here is actually quite good: bickering and stressing under intense fear and danger, but I want it to be a tiny bit more of a decision, again a kind of meeting at the table, not this accidental brush of lips. Maybe we keep the shelling and the shouting but do it simpler, Margaret screams and Hawkeye yells out in the dark "Margaret!" "[sobbing] What?!" "I'm coming over there!" "You'd better!" And then they're just cowering tightly in each other's arms under the blanket, and it becomes clear he has his hand clenched in the back of her hair, and she has hers gripping the open collar of his shirt, and then we just take it from there. Still keeping it simple, maybe: "Hey?," a request, and "Yeah," an acknowledgement of same. Yeah. Take comfort. Take distraction. Both be a little prideful in how good you can do ‘em—a little bit of a competition, where everyone wins. This is what I want.

And then here’s what’s not all supposed to happen next: what happens in Part 2! Margaret has always been a character who knows her own mind, knows what she wants, almost to a fault at times, and there’s no way she wants to pursue this as a romance. Even just later this same season, she’s going to think she’s pregnant, and in 1952, be like, I do not want this baby. This does not align with what I want out of this marriage or my career. There is zero way she wants to commit herself to dating Hawkeye, and Hawkeye of course does not want to be dating Margaret, and that should be the miscommunication driver of the next episode: they’re both worried the other is going to think this is a romance now when that is not what this was or is, and in their equivalently nice & awkward handling of each other the next day, are of course absolutely going to think the other is nervously smitten, and be smiling weakly at each other while privately they’re both Wirt dragging his fingers down his face whisper-rasping “Noooooo.” And then finally they manage to get it out, possibly they both start making the same confession at once like they’re Radar and one of his colonels, and then are just collapsing in relief like OH THANK GOD. Listen that was good, but that was just an elevated facet of our existing relationship, it's own weird thing that can stay its own weird thing, and (nice little ‘Aid Station’ call-back, and it’s Margaret this time doing the deliberate reprise): “If you tell this to anyone, I’ll deny it. <3” And Hawkeye’s like, “That’s why I love you :),” and it’s sweet and understood and joshing and cute.

But, all this is not what we get. An error! Well, we do eventually end in a place somewhat akin, an understanding of friendship, and they’ve each had a bit where they like, have ~learned something about themselves~, and each other, but even that part feels a little falsey, and in between, a lot of positively agéd woman-pursues-resistant-man nonsense. But we can FIX IT just call me up with time travel abilities and we’ll get this banged out right, no pun intended.

Okay where were we. Oh, something unexpected!! Well first, this:

Potter: “I hope you’re shaking a leg, Winchester.” Charles: “Colonel, my graceful fingers are dancing o’er the innards of this hapless doughboy, and when I am done, I shall be done.” Potter: “I’m sorry I asked.” Charles: “That’s what I had in mind.” Tasty.

And then: BJ saying he can’t sleep because he keeps expecting Hawkeye to walk through the door. BJ saying he wishes his heart was in the right place, as right now it’s in his mouth. BJ risking life & court martial to get a chopper and find them. BJ singing a welcome back song about how he adores ya, please don't put him through this again. How is BJ ending up being the biggest romantic choice of the Margaret/Hawkeye two-parter, that’s the sort of thing you make up on Tumblr, not the sort of thing that actually happens?? Alan??!

Hawkeye: “How’d you like to save my life again?” BJ: “Sure, you want me to fight her for you? [little committed sigh]” Mike???!

Finally looked up the inflation on 1952 money: you can baaasically just multiple it by 10 for a rough estimate. This will be useful.

Ooo! Been a few years since you’ve identified as female in dialogue, Mother Hawkeye!

“See you for dinner, Beej?” “Our little spot.”

HYANNIS PORT. I CHOKED ON MY WINE. Oh fuck, haha fuck—this is a Kennedys joke isn’t it. GAWD.

Hawkeye just amiably hosing down Nurse Kellye and her pal's outstretched limbs in the heat. You love to see this. This is so domestic.

Maaaargaret, the halter top!! Whew now I’m feeling toasty!

You two are sweating through your shirts but you gotta be close, huh

The way she slides his hand on the line like a piece of laundry, lol. This is the Margaret & Hawkeye I love, thank you. (What went wrong! The rest of this season is so right!)

And we get to see Mulcahy in short sleeves? What doesn’t this episode have

I like the theme that Hawkeye’s boyfriends are always golden gods to his iron-haired slump

The new bit where everyone makes fun of Hawk for being basically a surgical idiot savant who knows shit about fixing anything else is really good.

[Knock knock] “Enter the mausoleum.” “Hello goils, hello.” “What do you two want.” “Love and respect, but we’ll settle for love.” I love everyone in this nurses tent

Hawkeye & Margaret are so cute this episode. Seriously, the two immediately after ‘Comrades In Arms, Part 2’ are both showing up ‘Comrades In Arms, Part 2’ hand over foot

A bit everyone seems to have immediately wanted to keep up, probably because it’s so odd and funny, is Charles for some reason clearly believes Margaret must be cultured, and he’s so thoughtlessly certain of this that absolutely no hilarious thing she replies with immediately proving the contrary seems to register with him.

Deploying his warm, tireless, rail-at-me-if-you-want steadiness to helping a morphine-addicted patient get through withdrawal is SUCH a BJ plot. Amazing we hadn’t done that yet.

“Oh no thanks, when I lose I like to know why.” Sometimes Radar is incredibly profound while he’s making me laugh so much.

I swear the new writers who have come in this season fell for it in those first few years. This show is running long enough that it can start referencing its own eras.

Margaret playing Charles the world’s smallest violin!!!! BABE?

I gotta say, I don’t think you all understand how blood types work. You can give the AB negative kid A, B, or even O, as long as it’s also negative. He could literally only take more blood types if he was AB positive. The one you really want when you’re doing these plots is O negative, because they can only take other O negative, and that’s always gonna be in short supply because it’s the universal blank slate, you can use it for any other type you’re running out of, or if they’ve lost their dog tags and you don’t know their type at all. That's the one you want for this!

Klinger is trying to drag Hawkeye off to bed as BJ sleepily encourages over his protestations: “Don’t ask, just take him.” BJ [chinhands] I have so many thoughts about you

“Come on, if you can’t tell your number one nemesis who can you tell?” Again, this is exactly what I love about you guys. This is, in fact, the best Margaret & Hawkeye season yet, despite my one complaint!

Hawkeye genuinely so excited and sweet, exclaiming that all they see is death and destruction and now here’s life thanks to her. And Margaret going no, no this is not good, I do not want this baby right now. This kinda extremely rules.

Waitaminute. We won’t…we wouldn’t???! Will we??!!

We will not, but I will learn how you did a pregnancy test in the 1950s! Wow!!

Klinger: “Excuse me for saying so—your mail is leaking, Colonel.” Potter: “Honey.” Klinger: “Your mail is leaking, honey.”

Wait I love the Pierce & Mulcahy live show. They’re dueting.

Hawkeye: “What do you say I take you home and put you to bed.” BJ: “Aw you service men are all alike.” It’s giving Trapper era... I’m in a tidal pool of emotions.

Hawkeye: “May your fingers never lose their cunning.” Father Mulcahy: “Ah, see you in church!” Lot going on in the officer’s club tonight

Oh! Hawkeye Pierce is the only child of a widower. In Maine. Yeah, that might make this.

I don’t know why BJ character reveals always feel worth their weight in gold, but: what has him so distressed is the idea that Peggy might not need him any more. He needs to be needed. No wonder you took one look at lorn bedraggled weird Hawkeye Pierce and said, hi, I’m BJ.

If this means this episode we’re going to get BJ alone with Charles going full maniacal to make up for Hawkeye’s absence, I’ll so support it.

“A little to the left, dear”—it begins.

Oh em gee Margaret’s old bestie??! :)) They were such scamps!

Oh em gee, the boys be plotting! The boys being BJ & Charles. Wow Hawk’s gonna come back and not only is Charles going to be like oh thank god, but also he and BJ are going to have An Understanding—this is gonna come up pluses all around.

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD MARGARET EPISODE, MEANWHILE

“They hated me. The doctors, nurses, everybody. Kept telling me I was dull.” You could say a whole lot of things about Captain Pierce, but they managed to find the one thing that would make that other MASH seem completely deranged. They said you were what?

Charles literally exclaiming how much he missed him and grabbing him into a bewildered hug, only for BJ to then happily tackle them both with his long arms—great!!!!

It’s now one year until Potter retires. This whole season has lasted: two months.

Counterpoint, Charles - he has been here: six months. I love this :)

“Look at that brazen hussy over there. And the woman he’s with,” BJ, glowering in sexual jealousy at Hawkeye across the party. “You’re all lunatics,” Margaret, in a cream turtleneck, correctly.

I just love Charles being like PLS, that is so not the tactic I would have taken, you want this angle. The thing is, Frank was always a dumbdumb—and for all his posturing about it, Charles actually is intelligent. He just uses it in ways that displease us. But, once in a blue moon, he can turn around and use it in ways we want, ways to help, and it’s a Thrill. God, when we finally reach the point where Charles unbidden uses his influence & largess to save or protect one of them, easy money’s on Hawkeye but more interesting money is on BJ, it’s all over for us, huh. Meaning our cool.

Gary Burghoff is going next level with this mailbag protection performance and I am hortling

This drop to beneath the table! Great little bit of direction

Hawkeye to Potter, in a way I can’t quite describe but will stick with me a long time: “You could give me a hundred good reasons to leave, and I can’t give you one good reason to stay. Stay anyway.”

Why do you have a whole bottle of amphetamines in stock?

God remember when House drugged Wilson. “I’m on speeeeed!”

“Who wrote that?” “Charles Emerson Winchester, while still in undergraduate.” “It sounded very…collegiate.” FATHER.

“Good night, BJ.” “Good night, Hawkeye.” Together: “Good night, Charles.” Charles, sing-songing: “You promised.”

Marine: “Hey Radar—you and your mouse, are okay.” I’m McLosing it.

That Charles is always reminding us he was almost the head of thoracic surgery is so funny. He wasn’t actually.

Five points to Harry Morgan for how my pulse picked up at the way he asked Hawkeye to close the door because he has something to disclose to them. What is it gonna be!!

Fuck. Yes. The Placebo Plot. Oh what a fun little finale for me, as a weirdo.

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bapo 2004 is so insane guys. its are you there is peak, its see me is peak its cross is peak. *charlie kelly voice* can we talk about off-broadway 2004's cross i've been dying to talk about off-broadway 2004's cross. first of all, i feel about john hill how a lot of yall feel about jonah platt, his delivery feels very dry to me but he put everything into cross. i loveeee when jason is audibly sobbing in cross (shoutout that one minneapolis production), i wouldnt say its my favorite cross bc dalles willie is actually goated but andy cohen's ex really ate cross up. and jim price oh my god jim price is. horrifying he's so scary and i love the horrors. the way it's staged, the way you can see him cracking jim price is actually soooo good

#remember when i wasnt hyperfixated on anything through like most of last year that was fun

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kscribbs · 11 months

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Hi bestie, I bother Dani a lot with random little asks and now it's your turn >:)

I come to you today asking, nay DEMANDING your musical inspiration. This is a stick up! Put the songs recs in the bag!!!

Either Millers Law in general or other single character centric playlists, I want em! All of them!! Jack, Lucy, Mel, anything you have I will gladly take. Talk about your blorbos my guy I WANNA LISTEN.

ANDI!! HELLO!!

Thank you SO. SO MUCH for this Ask, you have no idea how happy it made me! 🥰🥰🥰

I'm sorry for the delay in answering! Life's been a lil' stressy... BUT OML. MUSICAL INSPO. YES. I am constantly listening to music as I write, so this Q was... ugh. Wonderful, Perfect; thank you again x

I have many a playlist! But they're all on Spotify, so idk if you'll be able to see them? 😭😢

Nevertheless! Woe, Miller's Law/character playlists be upon ye!

Dani and I have a shared Jack playlist, which is actually an extension of YOUR Jack playlist (bc it was so brill! 😊)

Lucy doesn't currently have her own playlist, simply bc her song inspos take up the majority of the Miller's Law list/s! Her being the ✨Main Character✨n' all that 🥰😊

In case you can't access the above, here are the songs I've been listening to most frequently in recent weeks, and who they relate to:

Lucy:

Dream -- Priscilla Ahn (I'm not crying you're crying)

sun girl -- Mebd Hurley

Sunshine -- sia

Human -- dodie

Lucy -- Ten Tonnes

Mel:

Salt and the Sea -- The Lumineers

Agoraphobia -- Autoheart

labour -- Paris Paloma

Persephone -- Daisy the Great

Jack:

I'll Be Good -- Jaymes Young

Blue Eyes -- MIKA

Run Boy Run -- Woodkid

A Sadness Runs Through Him -- The Hoosiers (one of yours, I believe x 😉)

Miller's Law in general:

Snowman -- sia (the most Jack & Lucy song to ever exist, imho)

Mr. Blue -- Catherine Feeny

Hugging You -- Tom Rosenthal

Have We Met Before? -- Tom Rosenthal, Fenne Lily

I Melt With You -- Modern English

Heartbreaker -- Autoheart

Winter Song -- Ingrid Michaelson

Cosmic Love -- Florence + The Machine

No Big Deal (I Love You) -- Dodie

Running Up That Hill -- Kate Bush

Pls forgive me for Going Off on One in this next bit; I am so very passionate about music, as you can probs tell! Particularly instrumental compositions/film and TV scores.

SO, in terms of instrumental pieces:

The End, from the film Seeking a Friend for the End of the World, really encapsulates general feel of the fic/story as a whole. It's ruminative/melancholy, yet, at the same time, hopeful. "Bittersweet", I think is the most accurate way of putting it. Lucy's most pivotal scene was written to this piece.

Winter III, Recomposed by Max Richter is-- ...to me it's just Jack. Jack incarnate. Every time I re-read the DoD (written by the wonderful SafyreSky, for anyone not in the know) I hear this playing in my head.

Mel has an enormously dramatic/important scene (basically the rounding off of her character arc) written to Hans Zimmer's Murph, from the movie Interstellar. The 8:57 mark. Good God.

Other instrumental pieces I've listened to repeatedly whilst writing ML:

Elevator Song -- Keaton Henson

Sacrifice -- Steve Jablonksy

Time -- Hans Zimmer

On the Nature of Daylight -- Max Richter

The entirety of Max Richter's Vivaldi Recomposed

The Shepherd's Boy -- Murray Gold

Madame De Pompadour -- Murray Gold

I Am the Doctor -- Murray Gold (are we seeing a theme here?)

Deep -- Peter Sandberg

The 2nd Law -- Muse

Light of the Seven -- Ramin Djawadi

Central Park -- James Newton Howard

Once again apologies for the splurge, but this question was-- I can't even put it into words; I have being dying to talk about my writing music inspos for FOREVER, so I just... was so so happy to receive it. ❤️

(P.S. This is my cue to create a playlist for Seb, with his having become a much more prominent character in the narrative of late!)

#ML #miller's law #jack frost #Lucy miller #the santa clause #tsc #ask games #pals #writing #ocs #fanfic

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villainousshakespeare · 1 year

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It's been a hell of a year for you, darling! So, please answer any or all of the following, if you would?

End of the year Asks

Song of the year?

Album of the year?

Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?

Movie of the year?

TV show of the year?

Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you?

Favorite actor of the year?

Game of the year?

Best month for you this year?

Something that made you cry this year?

Something you want to do again next year?

Talk about a new friend you made this year

How was your birthday this year?

Favorite book you read this year?

What’s a bad habit you picked up this year?

Post a picture from the beginning of the year

Post a picture from the end of the year

A memorable meal this year?

What’re you excited about for next year?

What’s something you learned this year?

What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?

Favorite place you visited this year?

If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?

Did you keep any New Year’s Resolutions?

Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one

Fun ask game from the wonderful @caffiend-queen!

Song: I mean, it has to be "Running Up That Hill" doesn't it?

Album of the Year: Selfish choice - hubs recorded his first album of original songs that I helped produce!

Musical Artist: Kate Bush resurgence for the 80's crowd!

Movie of the Year: I didn't have a lot of time to go to the movies this year. I liked Glass Onion.

TV show of the Year: Andor! I was late to the party, but it was so good! (Honorable mentions: Stranger Things, Severance, Succession)

Episode that defined the year: season finale of Succession. Even when you think you have all come together to win, someone or something unexpected fucks you over.

Actor: Tom. Always Tom. sigh. Otherwise, Fiona Shaw and Andy Serkis in Andor were stupendous.

Game of the Year: Nathan Chen winning the Olympic Gold Medal

Best Month: July. Got my first royalty check for a theater company performing my play!

Something that made me Cry: My father-in-law dying

Something I want to do again next year: get a show published. Editing my next play for submission to my publishers. Fingers crossed!

A new friend this year: I adopted my new kitten Hermia, and she became the light of my life and bosom friend and companion. She is fierce and sweet and playful and I love her.

I don't even remember what I did for my birthday this past year. In 18 days I have a big one though, and I will have to do something special.

Favorite book read: The Lost Queen by Signe Pike

Bad Habbit: I already had a lot, can't think of a new one

Pic:

Memorable Meal: Had a dinner party with my closest friends where I made homemade pasta, pork tenderloin in Chianti wine and rosemary sauce, and chocolate sausage for dessert. It was yummy!

Excited about: possibly going to Europe for a month or more for a writing sabbatical!

Something I learned this year: professional off-broadway producers are just as flaky and unorganized as off-off-Broadway producers, if not more so. Give me the contract to sign and I am on board to direct, if not call me when you have it ready because I cannot put my life on hold for a "maybe" repeatedly.

Place of Residence: Everything is new!!! We have a new home and I love it. The neighborhood is friendly and convenient, I have a kitchen I can bake in, and it's all ours! No more subletting to friends to make the rent!

Favorite place visited: St. Augustine, FL. We didn't travel much this year, but I love visiting the ocean and being rejuvenated by the waves. Closest thing I have to religion.

Message to past self: Just keep going. This year is going to suck a lot and there will be a high level of stress, but you will come out stronger and in a better place.

Did you keep New Year's resolutions: I don't think I made any

Created characters: In fics I created Caroline, the feisty shrink who I love in Therapy Fit for a God; In my new play I created four idiosyncratic sisters who are all based in part on myself and my sisters written for actresses who will knock them out of the park if I can make myself finish the play.

Play along my dears! This was fun and made me think. Didn't have as much time for either creating or consuming content this year, but there were definitely highlights that I had almost forgotten about. Anyway, happy to have made it out of 2022 and hoping for a more tranquil and creative 2023!

#ask game #open tags #year in review

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lifesarchive · 11 months

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THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE by SHIRLEY JACKSON (REVIEW)

quickly: a young woman is consumed by an old haunted house awakened by a professor studying the paranormal (a thirty-something going through the emotional crises of thirty-somethings / an eccentric outcast college professor / dank old mansions hidden in the woods / stoic caretakers who are almost as old as hill house / open doors closing, closed doors opening / the mind wandering to dark and strange places).

this is a short and quick gothic horror tale with a 60’s emotional sensibility. that said, it had the feeling that what shirley jackson really wanted to write about hill house had been censored or underwritten so as to not offend ‘the general public’. maybe it is almost 30 years of horror movie watching under my belt, but i just couldn’t find the thrill and suspense in this novel. i could see this being a nice sunday after church mystery read. but… i don’t go to church, and i was intrigued but not thrilled.

★ ★ ★

more thoughts: SPOILERS!

Some personal context… I just finished The Vanishing Half, a drama about a set of twins. As always, I was eager to get back into the mystery/thriller/horror genre. I’m venturing out, looking for new writers who can write with the heart and soul that real horror requires. So far, Andy Davidson’s The Boatman’s Daughter has been my favorite horror-thriller writer I’ve read this year. The Hollow Kind was good as well.

Shirley Jackson was on several ‘must read’ horror lists. This was my first Shirley Jackson book, and I’ve wanted to read it ever since seeing The Haunting of Hill House series produced by Netflix. Now… I had prepared myself for the book to be different from the movie… but sheesh! It is two pages and a plot twist away from being night and day.

The story begins with Eleanor, and she is the spotlight we follow through the dark tale of Hill House. We meet her as she is having some kind of ‘life moment’… stealing a car half owned by her sister and running off to participate in some supernatural experiment in a secluded house by an unknown doctor. She is desperate to get away and be a part of somewhere other than where she has been.

Eleanor arrives first at the multi-leveled, multi-roomed, multi-gardened Hill House, greeted by the old caretakers, The Dudleys, who make it clear that they go nowhere near the house after sundown. The other members of this adventurous gang arrive shortly after: Dr. Montague, the paranormal expert; Theodore, who like Eleanor, was selected because of their past history of psychic/supernatural occurrences; and Luke, heir to Hill House.

Everyone is affected by Hill House’s impressively dark aura, and the disturbances begin immediately. Doors acting in their own accordance, strange nightmares and daydreams, and doors knocking at night. Eleanor is the most affected by Hill House, sometimes seeming to be totally entranced.

Amidst the nightly disturbances, a strange love triangle develops between Eleanor, Theo, and Luke. Eleanor is whom we have the most background information about, and it is clear that her subconscious, Hill House, or whatever other dark force, is playing on the years worth of guilt and trauma of taking care of a dying mother. Any home away from home, including Hill House, will do.

The disturbances increase after Dr. Montegue’s wife, Mrs. Montegue, arrives with her sidekick Arthur. Their 19th-century style calls to the spirit realm, result in messages from the beyond, seemingly directed toward Eleanor, sending her psyche further into the depths of Hill House’s shadows.

After Eleanor sleepwalks up the rickety railing of the library in the tower, putting herself in danger, Dr. Montague sends Eleanor home. But… as foreshadowed at the beginning of the story, Hill House never lets its prey leave. In a state, not herself at the time, Elanore puts the pedal to the metal and floors it into a tree on her way off the property. It’s only at the last moment that she realizes she had not been herself at that something else had been acting for her.

I hoped to like this story much more than I did. I’ve heard so much about her writing, and seen so many of my other favorite horror writers cite her. It’s also obvious to see how Shirley Jackson’s story of Hill House has created many tropes that we see in horror today. I don't even have to list them... (though Rose Red is one that comes to mind immediately).

I understand the time period and style of writing, and that wasn’t what I disliked. I think it was just a level of detail and poetry that I had expected and did not receive. The writing has the feeling that Kid’s Bop has to regular music. Still catchy, and has a groove, but the voice is for a general audience, and the true spirit of the lyrics have been censored.

I CRIED watching The Haunting of Hill House on Netflix. I wish I had received even a quarter of that much emotion from this book. I’ll have to do some research on Shirley Jackson. I want to know more about the context of her work and its cultural impact. After, I also have “We Have Always Lived In The Castle”, which I am going to read soon.

A three for me for now, but I appreciate what it’s done for the culture of horror. I’m open to changing my mind on this one later though.

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mariacallous · 2 years

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Purity can be a dangerous thing in politics. The world is full of impurities. Compromises are often needed to make policies work. Voters also rarely reward politicians for having a consistent ideology. Sometimes they see such people as fanatics.

Yet without a set of stubborn beliefs, governments and political parties can become directionless. They can lack a sense of purpose and a compelling story. The common centrist argument that grownup government is pragmatic ignores the fact that the most influential British governments since the second world war, Clement Attlee’s and Margaret Thatcher’s, changed society to fit their worldviews more than vice versa.

Liz Truss, one of the keenest remaining Thatcher fans in Britain, wants her government to be similarly transformative, or “disruptive”. “The status quo is not an option,” she told last week’s Tory conference. “We are the only party with a clear plan to … build a new Britain.”

That plan is currently in deep trouble, thanks to its widely perceived sketchiness and extremism, Truss and her cabinet’s shortage of political nous and communications skills, and her lack of a mandate from either the electorate or her members of parliament. But there is another, less examined reason why she is struggling. Her government has taken office when the philosophy that has re-energised and reshaped conservatism worldwide since the early 70s – a philosophy to which the Truss government seems as devoted as any in British history – finally appears to be declining.

Neoliberalism, the belief that free markets, low taxes and a state with little or no interest in equality will produce the best economic and social outcomes, has fallen out of fashion even among the business elite and their chroniclers. In the Financial Times this week, the columnist Rana Foroohar argued that the west was entering a “post-neoliberal era”: there would be more state intervention in economies, more regulation of markets and more power for workers.

Yet Truss says she wants a country with the opposite characteristics: a “lean state”, less “red tape”, less redistribution of wealth and stricter anti-union laws. This confrontation between Downing Street’s neoliberal purists, still pushing for a few last victories, and the political, economic and even financial market forces massing against them, is making Tory politics a compelling and globally significant spectacle, at least as much as the party’s divisions. In Britain, arguably the first democracy where neoliberalism was tried, it is simultaneously ploughing onward and dying.

This was vividly clear at the Tory conference. In a tent on the supposed fringe of the event, hosted by the anti-state Taxpayers’ Alliance and the free-market Institute of Economic Affairs (IEA), packed discussions about the radical things the government should do next featured ministers such as Kwasi Kwarteng and Jacob Rees-Mogg. These were much more animated than the speeches in the main hall. The IEA’s director, Mark Littlewood, presided over the discussions with an air of barely contained delight. At one point, he said he was “very excited” about the Truss premiership. Rarely have ideologues exerted so much influence over a British government.

Yet it is influence on a government under siege. The speakers in the tent were often almost drowned out by anti-Brexit protesters, just feet away outside the conference perimeter, blasting out the mocking theme music from Benny Hill. And sometimes even the most confident rightwing contributors sounded spooked by the government’s unpopularity. On deregulating business, Rees-Mogg warned: “You can’t go for a year-zero approach. People will think we’re just lunatics.” An adviser to Littlewood, Sam Collins, went further. “Attempting to introduce free-market reforms and doing it badly,” he said, “can poison the well for a generation.” The Truss government may be doing just that.

In the early, expansive years of neoliberalism, unpopularity and policy failures were less of a problem. The first country where the philosophy was applied was not a democracy. Augusto Pinochet’s dictatorship in Chile, which began with a military coup in 1973, turned what had been a relatively open and egalitarian society into a laboratory for polarising free-market policies such as privatisation and austerity. “There was much bloodshed and numerous political prisoners were taken,” Alan Walters, a rightwing British economist who worked with the Pinochet regime, wrote in the Times in 1990. “But [there was also] vigorous economic recovery, the wonder of the rest of Latin America.”

Walters went on to be Thatcher’s chief economic adviser during some of the most divisive periods of her premiership. While obviously less authoritarian than Pinochet, her government similarly used coercion, such as aggressive policing and anti-union laws, to suppress opposition to neoliberal policies. In both her Britain and his Chile, as in the nation Truss envisages, some economic freedoms – to get rich, to avoid regulation – were considered more important than others, such as freedom from overwork or poverty. Enough powerful interests, and enough of the public, supported this rightwing approach, even though it only intermittently produced strong economic growth, for neoliberalism to spread all over the world for half a century.

But nowadays the philosophy is in retreat even in its original heartlands. In Chile, the current president is Gabriel Boric, probably the most leftwing since Salvador Allende, the socialist whom Pinochet overthrew. In Britain, the latest annual social attitudes survey shows that even among Conservative supporters, only 7% want a smaller state and lower taxes. Neoliberalism has become a minority faith, far less popular than the socialism and social democracy it supposedly defeated for good back in the 70s and 80s.

Yet the Truss government is trying to press on regardless. Over the coming weeks, assuming her administration survives that long, announcements are promised about deregulatory reforms to everything from childcare to the planning system. One explanation for her persistence with this largely unwanted revolution may be that the Tories have tried everything else they can think of. Since returning to power in 2010, they have hastily produced and discarded a succession of solutions to Britain’s problems, from David Cameron’s “big society” to Theresa May’s focus on the “just about managing” to Boris Johnson’s populist nationalism.

Perhaps neoliberal purism is the only option some Tories feel they have left – the only way to give their ageing, messy government some clarity and momentum. But between now and the next election, unless there are a lot more government U-turns, the price of that purism, for the party and for the country, may become frighteningly clear.

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thespamman24 · 1 year

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I’m tired of all this Andy Warhol slander on this website. That’s right. I said it. That man was an extremely important member of the underground gay art scene of the 1950s and 60s who broke all of the artistic norms of his time, made paintings and films and gay porn and music and performance art, and he helped get the Velvet Underground started.

Y’all just don’t like him because you only know his soup drawings.

This is the hill I am dying on.

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I forgot how much I hated the end of season 4 of true blood 🙃 like I’m actually crying rn

there’s just so much that happens during the 4th season with Jesus dying, Tara getting shot dead and then Sookie has to go and cut things off with Eric (who gives a shit about Bill tbh) !!! like girl what!!!! where did they even come up with that???

rewatching it years later and I’m still pissed/sad af

like—the look of joy on his face when he thinks sookie is about to choose him over bill and then his face when she crushes his hopes and literally breaks his heart I can’t 😭 him saying “you won’t be sorry” and then her replying “i already am” BITCH WHAT 😩🥺😭🤯

I cannot fathom why the show runners decided to go in a different direction for the show. Sookie spends the majority of the book series with Eric pretty much and for them to only get a measly singular season together??? it makes me so angry just thinking about it!! The series (the book series at least) is primarily about Sookie, not every other character !! like I give a crap about Andy and Holly or Jason and Jessica!! 😔

we were robbed and I will die on this hill

Charlaine Harris, where were you, girl??? 🫠

#i am angry #i just had a real violent ugly cry #into my pillow and everything #true blood #sooric #eric x sookie #Charlaine Harris #the southern vampire mysteries

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whatsonmedia · 2 years

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8 Upcoming Gigs and Concerts this week!

Music is the unique feed of the mind which can refresh your mind among all the anxiety, so music lovers get ready to rock on. This week Whatson editorial has listed the biggest music concerts and gigs around the world where you can join with the tune. Cold Waves X LA 2022 29 – 30 September 2022 Line-up: Front 242, Nitzer Ebb, Revolting Cocks, Kite, Xeno & Oaklander, Rein, Dj Andi, Actors (CA), Spike Hellis, High Functioning Flesh, and other artists are on the line-up. Venue Mayan Theater 1038 S. Hill St. 90015 Los Angeles (LA), CA, US ULTIMA RATIO FEST 2022 29 September 2022 Line-up: Moonspell, My Dying Bride, Borknagar, Wolfheart, and Hinayana also including Batschkapp, Frankfurt, Germany Venue Batschkapp Gwinnerstrasse. 5 60388 Frankfurt, Germany >batschkapp.tickets.de Prophecy Fest 2022 29 September – 01 October 2022 Lineup: Empyrium, Saturnus, Of The Wand & The Moon, darkher, A Forest of Stars, and others; Alcest, Antimatter, Arthur Brown, Coven, and Winterfylleth. Venue Balver Höhle Helle 2 58802 Balve, Germany Derby Alt Fest 2022 29 September – 01 October, 2022 Line-up: The rocks Martyr Defiled, Evil Scarecrow, and Inhuman Nature are performing there. Venue The Hairy Dog 1 Beckett Street DE1 1HT Derby, UK Firewater music festival 2022 29 September – Saturday 01 October 2022 Lineup: Whiskey Myers, Old 97's, Blackberry Smoke, Nikki Lane, and Goodbye June make up the lineup. Additionally, performances by Them Dirty Roses, Austin Meade, 49 Winchester, Read Southall Band, The Quaker City Night Hawks, and more are scheduled. Venue Wildwood Outdoor Education Center 7095 W 399th St 66040 LaCygne, KS, US Pop Montreal Festival 2022 Friday 30 September 2022 Line-up: The rock band Born Ruffians, Abigail Lapell, Lexsoul Dancemachine, will perform there also Balaklava blues, and Sham Family About Born Ruffians is a Canadian band that was founded in 2002 and is from Midland, Ontario. They have produced four studio albums and two EPs since their debut, and have grown to be one of the most innovative and engaging bands on the renownedly vibrant Canadian indie rock scene. Venue Le Ministère 4521 Boulevard Saint-Laurent H2T 1R2 Montreal, QC, Canada (514) 666-2326 Lost In Dreams 2022 30 September – 01 October 2022 Line-up: Renowned bands like Madeon, Whethan, San Holo, Autograf, HALIENE, Kaivon, AMIDY, K?D (US), nøll, N3WPORT, and others performing on stage About Pop, House, and Electro. DJ, songwriter, producer, and musician. These are the credits that Madeon, who is based in Nantes, France, has been giving us since 2009. Venue Downtown Las Vegas Events Center (DLVEC) 200 S. Third St. 89101 Las Vegas, NV, US 702-388-2101 >dlvec.com Hardly Strictly Bluegrass 2022 30 September 2022 – 02 October 2022 Line-up: The Tallest Man On Earth, Emmylou Harris, Lucius, Waxahatchee, Galactic, Jay Som, Antibalas, Aoife O'Donovan, Marcus Mumford, Jesse Colin Young, and many more Venue Hellman Hollow, Lindley & Marx meadows in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco, CA. Read the full article

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comebackali · 6 years

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i was just thinking, another thing that i’m really glad andi mack did is, i feel like in most shows the “token gay character” is always shown as like a “harmless gay,” who’s part of their friendgroup but isn’t into any of their straight friends. or is questioning their sexuality, but in a general way, not in a specific, “i have a crush on you, my straight best friend” way. so i really commend them for having cyrus actually have a crush on one of his friends and having that Be Okay and Normal, and especially for showing that it’s not creepy or predatory in anyway. because having a crush on your best friend is like The Quintessential Gay Experience™ that so many baby gays will be able to relate to. and i think that’s something people really worry about. on both sides. you have kids thinking, “oh no, what if my gay friend has a crush on me??” and on the flip side, there’s so many baby gays worrying, “am i being creepy if i have a crush on my friend??” and here you have this show saying NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. IT IS OKAY. YOU ARE OKAY. and i think that’s something really important for all kids to see.

#disney's andi mack #cyrus goodman #cyrus x jonah #disney channel #i am really impressed with this entire coming out story so far #i have to be honest i was a little nervous last season that they wouldn't address it properly or would shy away from it #but i feel like this is The Hill They Are Dying On #like they got permission to go ahead with this storyline so off they go #and they're doing great so far #fingers crossed for the future #andi mack s2

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Humorous Horror Stories: book recommendations

Meddling Kids by Edgar Cantero

1990. The teen detectives once known as the Blyton Summer Detective Club (of Blyton Hills, a small mining town in the Zoinx River Valley in Oregon) are all grown up and haven't seen each other since their fateful, final case in 1977. Andy, the tomboy, is twenty-five and on the run, wanted in at least two states. Kerri, one-time kid genius and budding biologist, is bartending in New York, working on a serious drinking problem. At least she's got Tim, an excitable Weimaraner descended from the original canine member of the team. Nate, the horror nerd, has spent the last thirteen years in and out of mental health institutions, and currently resides in an asylum in Arhkam, Massachusetts. The only friend he still sees is Peter, the handsome jock turned movie star. The problem is, Peter's been dead for years. The time has come to uncover the source of their nightmares and return to where it all began in 1977. This time, it better not be a man in a mask. The real monsters are waiting.

Secondhand Souls by Christopher Moore

In San Francisco, the souls of the dead are mysteriously disappearing—and you know that can't be good—in New York Times bestselling author Christopher Moore's delightfully funny sequel to A Dirty Job. Something really strange is happening in the City by the Bay. People are dying, but their souls are not being collected. Someone—or something—is stealing them and no one knows where they are going, or why, but it has something to do with that big orange bridge. Death Merchant Charlie Asher is just as flummoxed as everyone else. He's trapped in the body of a fourteen-inch-tall "meat" waiting for his Buddhist nun girlfriend, Audrey, to find him a suitable new body to play host. To get to the bottom of this abomination, a motley crew of heroes will band together: the seven-foot-tall death merchant Minty Fresh; retired policeman turned bookseller Alphonse Rivera; the Emperor of San Francisco and his dogs, Bummer and Lazarus; and Lily, the former Goth girl. Now if only they can get little Sophie to stop babbling about the coming battle for the very soul of humankind...

Comemadre by Roque Larraquy, Heather Cleary (Translator)

In the outskirts of Buenos Aires in 1907, a doctor becomes involved in a misguided experiment that investigates the threshold between life and death. One hundred years later, a celebrated artist goes to extremes in search of aesthetic transformation, turning himself into an art object. How far are we willing to go, Larraquy asks, in pursuit of transcendence? The world of Comemadre is full of vulgarity, excess, and discomfort: strange ants that form almost perfect circles, missing body parts, obsessive love affairs, and man-eating plants. Darkly funny, smart, and engrossing, here the monstrous is not alien, but the consquence of our relentless pursuit of collective and personal progress.

What the Hell Did I Just Read by David Wong

Dave, John and Amy recount what seems like a fairly straightforward tale of a shape-shifting creature from another dimension that is stealing children and brainwashing their parents, but it eventually becomes clear that someone is lying, and that someone is the narrators. The novel you're reading is a cover-up, and the "true" story reveals itself in the cracks of their hilariously convoluted, and sometimes contradictory, narrative.

#horror #fiction #genre fiction #horror books #horror stories #scary stories #humorous fiction #humor #book recs #reading recommendations #recommended reading #booklr #to read #tbr #reading list #book list #library

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gretchensinister · 2 years

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Indelible

Weirdtober Day 9: Burial Ground

In which two friends work out a process of re-composing.

“I think you have to eat it for this idea to work,” Shanna said.

“No way.”

“What, too grossed out? Chicken?”

“Weirdo. I’m not going to do something that won’t work because you called me chicken.”

“How do you know—”

“Because eating’s already part of a regular process! I’d just end up shitting it out.” Andi put her elbows on the scarred harvest gold of the table and stared hard at the plastic container of dirt. The dirt had come from the middle of a loose rectangle of nails and pine board fragments several feet down in front of an unusually massive live oak. Supposedly, that meant it was the well-decomposed remains of Orestes Riverman (or maybe Rêverman), who probably hadn’t had that surname at birth but who probably had been a real wizard. There were just too many weird things in the county that everyone put on Orestes. The lightning, for example. At the college she’d gone away to, she knew she’d sounded like some kind of dipshit bumpkin asking if lightning there was always one color, what with how her new nearly-friends stared at her. Well, they didn’t know. You could get a whole rainbow here, some storms. That was the flashiest, but not the least.

Shanna’s great grandma had told Shanna much more about Orestes than Andi had ever heard in her family. And when Andi came back for summer break (even though she hadn’t planned to—even though Shanna was still here) all she could think about was the marks Orestes had left behind through the hills and valleys and the nights and the days. She had questions. And naturally all this had come up in conversation with Shanna. And one night that waxed pretty long, the knowledge of Shanna’s great grandma all shared between them now, Shanna had said, “Maybe you ought to ask Orestes directly.”

And Andi had said, “Why would you say that when he’s been dead for ages?” She hadn’t immediately said, “That’s impossible, he’s been dead for ages.”

Shanna had grinned like she’d caught Andi at something, and said, “Well, what’s the use of being a wizard if dying means you got to stay dead?”

She’d clarified her idea when they went back to Andi’s parents’ house to get the shovels, and the map, and the plastic container.

Andi had the vague idea that it was her responsibility to push back against Shanna, to be a skeptic now, because what would her new college friends think, because didn’t she have good reasons to leave all this behind? But Shanna was her best friend, and the things she wanted to leave behind had nothing to do with a probably-real wizard. The weirdness was a reason to stay.

And so now she and Shanna had a container full of dirt that had probably once been probably a wizard.

“Maybe the process will work really fast and you’d end up puking up Orestes,” Shanna offered.

Andi grimaced. “I don’t want to bet on that. I just don’t think the digestive system is the right angle.”

Shanna pursed her lips and tapped her fingernails on the table. “Maybe not,” she said slowly. “But it’s got to be something gross, you know? Because to go from Orestes to dirt was gross.”

“Maybe nothing will work at all unless we have all of the dirt that was Orestes. Maybe that’s why holding the dirt in our hands didn’t work.”

The idea went like this: A body dies, it gets put in the dirt, and eventually it becomes dirt. So to reverse that process, the dirt that was a body gets put in flesh, and eventually it becomes flesh, and then becomes alive. Probably would only work for wizards, though.

Nothing had happened when Andi and Shanna had held handfuls of the Orestes dirt, though. Andi was not willing to say that the problem was that the whole thing was cuckoo-bananas, however, because Orestes Road on the edge of town still took ten minutes to drive when you went south and thirty minutes to drive when you went north. The problem was that the pocket of a closed hand wasn’t “in flesh” enough.

“That’s a lot of dirt,” Shanna said. “I don’t know, I think that what happens to part of Orestes will happen to the whole. That’s a good principle.”

“So…what were you thinking I’d puke up? Whatever pieces of muscle and organ the dirt had been, or, like, a tiny little, what’s it called, homunculus, that would like, run all the way back to Orestes grave and join up with him there?”

“I was thinking more the homunculus,” Shanna said. “I was imagining it running really fast, too. We’d have to chase it in the car to make sure a bird didn’t eat it or whatever.”

“Let’s brainstorm something else,” Andi said.

“I’ll get the brain lube.” Shanna left the table and returned with a couple of cold beers.

“How’d you get these?” This was Shanna’s own little apartment; they weren’t just sneaking from her parents now.

“Old Merrill at the Gas Hut thinks the drinking age is still 19. What, can’t you get beer at college?”

Andi could certainly get beer at college. Different beer from the kind Shanna offered her. Her new friends, maybe-friends, would have called the beer Shanna offered cheap horsepiss. Except she’d never actually heard any of them say horsepiss. And the beer at their parties was also cheap horsepiss, the label just looked more old fashioned. This may be horsepiss, Andi thought, but at least it’s MY horse’s piss.

“Anyway,” Andi said, setting her beer down on the table, “I…hmm…we’re trying to add flesh and life to the Orestes dirt, and we think it’s got to be in flesh for that process…”

“The uterus, right,” Shanna said. “I didn’t want to bring it up first, but I think it has a good chance of working, but I also think it might result in baby Orestes, which would be a lot of trouble to deal with for years and years until he got old enough to answer our questions. And I mean, if it looks like a normal pregnancy, your parents would freak. You can’t be pregnant in college.” Shanna met her eyes over her beer bottle then, with a quick, wary look.

Andi guessed what that wary look was about. It was a test, to see if Andi had become thoughtless when she went away. If she’d ask Shanna to carry the weird pregnancy, because no one would think it was odd, Shanna having a baby with no father she could name. Because no one had expected Shanna to leave town, and so far, she hadn’t. I’ll never ask something like that, Andi decided. You’re my best friend. I shouldn’t have planned to stay away forever.

“Well, I wanted us to at least name all the options,” Andi said. “Anyway, if it did look like a normal pregnancy, my parents would freak, but they’d make sure I went to the doctor. And I doubt a wizard-dirt baby would look right in an ultrasound.”

“And what if it didn’t last nine months?” Shanna said, sounding more relaxed now. “There’s too many people involved in having a baby, and too many ways it could go weird.”

“Imagine if it didn’t work at all!” Andi said. “My poor gyno wouldn’t know what to think. I don’t think they’d even know what to think at the Planned Parenthood near campus. ‘Well, I think I’m having these problems because I turkey-bastered grave mud up into my vagina’—I mean, at least I think that’d be a new one for them.”

Shanna cackled and finished off her beer, then got up to get another. “So, no digestive system. No reproductive system.”

“What’s a way of keeping something in the flesh indefinitely? That’s what we need…”

“A really fucked-up piercing?”

“Implanon of dirt. Oh God.”

“No—wait.”

“Really?” Andi sighed and looked at the container of dirt. “I’m not going to back down, but—”

“No no no, I’m not talking about just inserting a slug of dirt in your arm.”

“Well, that’s good news.”

“Compared to the whole Earth, Orestes was buried just barely beneath its skin,” Shanna said. She picked up the plastic container and gently shook it to level out the dirt. “I think we could sieve this to get the really, really small particles, maybe do something to make them even smaller, I don’t know.”

“My family has a spice grinder,” Andi volunteered.

“Yeah—and then…we could make ink out of it. Tattoo ink.”

Chills ran up and down Andi’s spine, then spread out in a rush over the rest of her body to cover her in goosebumps. “That’s the right answer,” she whispered. “No question.” She smiled at Shanna. “You’re brilliant.”

Shanna grinned back and set the container down. She rolled her shoulders, and Andi guessed she’d felt the same chills. “I’ll let you answer the next questions, then. What’s the tattoo, and where does it go on you?”

Andi closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Something inside her was ringing slow, like a huge bell; if she was patient she’d know when the clapper hit, and there wouldn’t be any more fumbling around on this plan. Wait. Wait. Wait.

She opened her eyes. “The grotto symbols at the Orestes swimming hole, of course. And I think we’re in enough a drought that they’ll all be above the waterline and easy to see with a flashlight.”

Shanna nodded. “I was there not too long ago—we can carry a camera in to get pictures without having to take it under water.”

Andi sighed and took a long pull of her beer. “You know, it really is amazing that no one ever died in there. That the air was always good when you popped up.”

“No one dying is just more proof that they’re the right symbols for this. Now go on, where?”

“The ribs,” Andi said. “Left side. Heart side. Sinister side.”

“Of course, the ribs,” Shanna murmured. “Dust. Flesh. Death. Life. Male. Female.” She tilted her head. “I feel like this is going to work. But if it doesn’t…” Her face shifted to something halfway wry, halfway challenging. “You’re going to have a stick and poke of some symbols attributed to a weird backwoods crazy man on you forever, for no point.”

Andi saw, then, that there’d always be little challenges like this from Shanna, now that she’d gone away once, and would keep going away, even if she would come back again and again. She got it. And since this was Shanna, she’d accept those challenges, and meet them. “If this doesn’t work, Shanna, I’m going to have a tattoo of some symbols from a place I spent hours and hours and hours every summer. I’m going to have a tattoo of something that only exists in the place I’m from. That’s more than enough point.” She paused, and Shanna raised her beer bottle to Andi with a small smile, just one side of her mouth turning up. “But,” Andi went on, “I really do think this is going to work.”

And they both giggled like they were ten years younger while outside, rainbows of heat lightning started to crack open the sky.

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