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britesparc · 2 months ago

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Weekend Top Ten #656

Top Ten Leonard Cohen Songs

Welcome to another edition of “I didn’t really have time to write anything this week so it’s going to be a really quick one”. Which is a bit of a shame, because I like going deep when I do these music lists.

I was quite old when I got into Leonard Cohen – well, in my late twenties, I guess. I think the first time I really knew who he was was after hearing Rufus Wainwright’s cover of Hallelujah on the Shrek soundtrack; yes, I am that basic. Then, a bit later on, he became one of the artists I liked listening to and discovering more of back when I was working in an office for CITV; I’m pretty sure I never managed to get one of his songs on air the way I did with everyone from Nick Cave to Tenacious D, but he was still an ongoing presence.

The older I get, the more I like sad songs. Well, not sad, exactly; melancholy. I don’t think Cohen really wrote sad songs. He wrote about sad experiences, but he always seemed to approach it with either a sense of whimsical, dry amusement, or else to seek the goodness in the bad. A tragic breakup is grist for the mill; the joy of loving exceeds the sorrow of parting. Towards the end of his life, his music took on even more of a philosophical bent, and his album You Want it Darker is full of songs by a man accepting his fate with a sombre, but not bitter, sense of reflection. Life is full of wonder; there is heavenly in the earthy.

He was also a supreme lyricist, and I’ve always been drawn to very lyrical, poetic songs. “He was reaching for the sky just to surrender” is an absolutely fantastic line that I think of almost daily; of a different bent but equally as good, “If you want another kind of lover, I’ll wear a mask for you,” is hilarious. But possibly my favourite line of his, from Anthem, is a very simple one: “There is a crack, a crack in everything / That’s how the light gets in.”

What I’m saying is, Leonard Cohen was very good, and here are my favourite of his songs.

Hallelujah (1984): yeah, okay, basic entry but what can I say? The lyricism, the imagery, the musicality, everything about this is so top-drawer. It’s almost a ballad, almost a lullaby, and the images are both beautiful and frightening. But it’s the themes – of love and despair, of divinity and grimy, mucky carnality – that resonate the strongest. Basically, it’s a song about how getting your rocks off is better than God, and we have to respect that.

Anthem (1992): there’s a beautiful melody attached to lyrics that are epic and almost apocalyptic; a story of wars and destruction, of corruption and despair, but elegantly and optimistically arranged. And the refrain: a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in. This juxtaposition is what I love about Cohen: beauty in darkness, light at the end of the tunnel.

The Stranger Song (1967): more in the earlier, folkier Cohen vein, this is one of his songs about crappy men making things crappy for women. But again it’s the lyrics that are so fantastically artful; the ongoing imagery of games of poker, the long lines building rhythm, the use of repetition, all combines in sublime fashion. It’s a darker song than it sounds like, sadder and more threatening, but no less beautiful for it.

You Want it Darker (2016): from early Cohen to this, the last album before his death. Almost accusatory in its lyrics, it once again references poker, references scenes of horror and death, and – indeed – is pretty dark. Cohen’s vocals, now a rattle of rusted metal, speak of age, wisdom, and a great weariness. You want it darker? Fine. Here’s death.

First We Take Manhattan (1988): I did a bit of reading on the background of this song, and he originally wrote it for someone else, who recorded a very different version. But Cohen’s version is darker, trippier, his use of synth feeling both of its time and also giving the lyrics – the sinister, threatening ravings of a supervillain, or the anguished wail of the disenfranchised – a deeply dark atmosphere, like an eighties horror film.

Chelsea Hotel #2 (1974): one of Cohen’s most famous songs, set in one of New York’s most famous hotels (namechecked as recently as this year by one Taylor Alison Swift), which features – among other rockstar trappings – Cohen receiving fellatio from a famous singer (not Taylor Alison Swift). It’s got a wry sense of humour (“You told me again you preferred handsome men / But for me you’d make an exception”) but also picks at the darkness of relationships, celebrity, and culture.

Closing Time (1992): yes, there’s darkness here – there’s darkness in, like, all his songs – but this is definitely one of the funnier ones. A sly interpretation of an Irish pub folk song, it manages to be a funny depiction of a bar full of old soaks, but also – somehow – pandemonium, or limbo, or some kind of biblical halfway-house. Is it about sex, or death, or both? Who cares when it’s this much fun?

A Thousand Kisses Deep (2001): a song structured like a poem, four-line stanzas of ABAB, again with imagery of gambling (“the odds are there to beat”) and warfare (“blessed our remnant fleet”), and once more dealing with dark, romantic thoughts. It’s the way all of these elements blend, the very evocative imagery of each verse, that coalesces into a song of slightly threatening beauty.

The Future (1992): although from roughly mid-way through his career, Cohen already sings this with a distinctive rattle in his voice. It’s a brutal song, an angry cry of horror as the narrator demands terrible things, creating an overriding atmosphere of oppression. Despite this, the tune is fast-paced and almost jaunty, giving the whole thing a surreal and excitingly malevolent air.

Leaving the Table (2016): another late-era Cohen; another one explicitly associated with death; and another one filled with poker metaphors. Is it a song of regret? Acceptance? Joy? Is the narrator talking to someone here, saying goodbye; or is it a hello to an old acquaintance he’s meeting on the other side? Like so much of Cohen’s work, there’s a delightful ambiguity; an the overriding theme is once more one of shoots of joy springing from the tundra of sadness. There’s a lot of shit out there. But it’s all okay in the end.

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musicarenagh · 1 year ago

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Lost Souls Unleashed: Moose Wrench's Quirky Alt-Metal Odyssey Moose Wrench sounds like a unique and interesting band! Their blend of existential themes, dad-bod alt-metal, and quirky subject matter certainly sets them apart. It's fascinating to imagine their journey from the dark places betwixt time and space to finding their place in Leeds. With their focus on essential life issues like poor driving and man flu, Moose Wrench seems to embrace a humorous and relatable approach to their music. It's refreshing to see a band tackle everyday struggles with a touch of wit and self-awareness. Their backstory, involving a desert escape from flying monkeys, adds an element of mystery and adventure to their narrative. It creates an intriguing image of their journey and the experiences that shaped them. The fact that they've landed on their moose feet in Leeds suggests a newfound stability and an opportunity to express their mid-life suffering through their music. Overall, Moose Wrench seems like a band that combines humor, relatability, and a touch of the unconventional in their approach to alt-metal. Their music and performances are likely to provide a unique and entertaining experience for their audience. Listen to Not Dead Yet: Not Dead Yet by Moose Wrench Follow Moose Wrench on Facebook soundcloud bandcamp Youtube Instagram What is your stage name We are called Moose Wrench, and we refer to ourselves as Moose Senior (or Dr. Moose), Moose and Moose Junior. Or sometimes we are all called Dan. Dr. Moose leads the band, writes the material and sings and plays keytar. Moose plays bass and does backing vocals. Moose Junior plays drums and sorts out our backing tracks. You’re talking to Dr. Moose. Is there a story behind your stage name? Yes, but it’s a secret. Shh! Where do you find inspiration? For this project, the lyrics are inspired from minor everyday inconveniences that disproportionately piss me off. The rhythms are inspired by too many boring Zoom meetings and I tap out cool rhythms with my pens to keep myself amused. The rest is just always wanting to sound like a late 90s Californian alt-metal outfit. Oh, and Hunter S. Thompson. What was the role of music in the early years of your life? I was always making music and weird sounds. On my first electric organ, there were those drum accompaniment buttons for things like bossa nova and waltz etc. I discovered that if you flicked them all randomly off and on you could create new weird beats. That was an eight year old’s version of what would eventually become Moose Wrench. Are you from a musical or artistic family? Not really. My grandmother tried to play a bit of organ, which was my first instrument, but no one except me pursued it very far. Who inspired you to be a part of the music industry? I didn’t really have a choice. I tried to stay away from the biz. But I just had to make music. How did you learn to sing/write/to play? I took lessons on electric organ and eventually pipe organ, which I studied at university. The rest I just picked up along the way. I’ve always liked making things up. What was the first concert that you ever went to and who did you see perform? I’m from Nova Scotia, Canada and grew up without the internet. No one interesting comes to that neck of the woods, or they didn’t then. The first proper concert I saw was Metallica when I was about 19. I think I nearly died that night. How could you describe your music? Dad-bod alt-core…or angry tongue in cheek midlife crisis Describe your creative process. For this project, I generally started with a rhythm that I tap out. Then I programme some drums. Add some keytar and and bass. Then think of something that pissed me off recently and write some lyrics about that. Record a demo on my laptop then take it to the band to turn into the magic that is Moose Wrench. What is your main inspiration? Minor irritations are endlessly inspiring. What musician do you admire most and why?

Mike Patton. He’s so restless and inventive. Not to mention hardcore. Did your style evolve since the beginning of your career? Not sure about evolution, as I don’t think you could say any natural selection occurred! I started off doing classical music, then I was in an alt-metal band, the Ganja Warriors, at university. Then I moved to the UK and got really into EDM and Jungle etc. Then I played in various bands covering ska, blues, lounge, psychedelic, funk and whatever. Then I pretty much stopped playing. During the pandemic, I decided to start again and produced a solo album of mainly acoustic guitar songs, although with some weird other parts because I can’t help myself. That was two years ago. Now I wanted to create something heavy and shouty again. Who do you see as your main competitor? Competitor? I don’t really see things that way. Other then the same problems that have always existed still do. Namely, everyone wants to pigeon hole you and if you don’t fit an easy category, getting gigs or support is pretty tough What are your interests outside of music? Fashion. As you can tell. If it wasn't a music career, what would you be doing? Well, my music career wouldn’t pay for itself. I have always worked with music, but more from an educational and research angle. What is the biggest problem you have encountered in the journey of music? There’s not a lot out there that’s truly surprising. And a lot of people think they like weird things, but they often have a pretty narrow idea of what weird is. If you could change one thing in the music industry, what would it be? The creators seem to be the last people to get paid. How messed up is that? Why did you choose this as the title of this project? The single and eventual album are called Not Dead Yet. It was inspired really by my father becoming very frail and eventually his passing last year. He was going and I wondered if he had any regrets. It was too late to talk to him about it. I wondered if I had any regrets. It turns out I had, or would have, if I didn’t just get up off my fast ass and do something. So I did. What are your plans for the coming months? Moose Wrench have recorded six songs this year. They will be release one by one and then packages up as an album. I’m writing material for the next one. Meanwhile, we are looking for cool and exciting gigs. Do you have any artistic collaboration plans I have had some thoughts about collaborating with a techno synth enthusiast and perhaps a disco diva. Otherwise a wrestling collaboration could work. What message would you like to give to your fans? Embrace the weirdness.

#Interviews #ALTERNATIVEROCK #ARTROCK #EXPERIMENTAL #GENERAL #MALEVOCALS #MOOSEWRENCH #NOISEROCK #NOTDEADYET #NOTEADYETBYMOOSEWRENCH #POSTMETAL #PROGROCK #QUIRKY #ROCK #UKBASED

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kryoymir · 2 years ago

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I dunno if anyone noticed but I didn't do the update this Monday. This is mostly because I changed my work schedule and I don't actually work Mondays anymore, which is usually when I would do it. Instead I went to a very boring meeting and then went out to lunch with a couple people above me in the company.

I don't have any news to share on the album, mostly because I had other things cooking all week that weren't related. Instead, I asked around and had some friends and family give me questions to answer. So I compiled them all here.

Q: What made you want to start music?

This is the quintessential question for all musicians, I think, and the one that I get asked the most. In middle school, I discovered some early Groundbreaking music that really spoke to me. It was super inspiring for me because electronic music wasn't all that much on my radar at the time aside from some bands that incorporated elements of it, but at the time I had never been exposed to something to heavily focused on electronics that I enjoyed to the degree that I did. I started doing some research into it and downloaded my first DAW, and from there it kinda blossomed into a passion.

Q: What's your inspiration for your music?

This is one I get I feel maybe a little more often than other musicians might, and for pretty good reason. My music has evolved into something that is vastly different from what I usually listen to in my free time, which leads a lot of people I know personally to ask what inspires it. And the truth is, I dunno! There's not a whole lot that I can point to and be like "I wanted to do this but in my own version".

Q: What genre do you think your music falls under?

I wanna be cool and say something like "I don't really indentify with a genre" or say I'm 'post-genre', but in reality the most succinct way to describe it is as synthpop.

Q: Can you play any instruments?

Uhh kind of. I have a passing familiarity with keyboard/piano and have taken enough guitar lessons that I do have a fairly decent technical knowledge, but I'm not good enough at either to incorporate it into my music aside from very, very rarely.

Q: Is there a piece you're proudest of?

As far as covers go, there's a few I continue to be impressed with. One-Winged Angel, Hyrule Castle, and Guilty Hero stand out in my opinion. With my original music, there's usually one major standout on each album, and they're normally the singles- if a song is released as a single I'm probably really proud of it. But to name a few, Light It Up!, Luminary, Between Dreams, and DOA are probably some of my favorites. And, not to hype myself up too much, but I'm really excited for the new album. Conversely, there's some that I've grown to dislike and almost regret putting out in the first place. The biggest one that comes to mind is Neverending Memory.

Q: Do you have a process?

No. Not one that's set in stone, anyway. It varies a lot from song to song but most often starts with me writing a melody I like and then building on it from there. I've started with a baseline, a beat, or once the breakdown and then I reverse-engineered how I wanted the rest of the song to sound from there.

Q: Have you ever written vocal music?

Yes! I have been in two bands where I was the primary lyricist but neither produced enough music to release it. I do still occasionally write lyrics and have plans to begin voice training in the future but for the moment I am sticking with instrumental music.

Q: Do you listen to your own music?

In my humble opinion, every musician should listen to their own music. I largely believe the first and most important target audience for any creative should be themselves. You should make media that you enjoy, and would willingly consume, which is why I do, in fact, listen to my music from time to time.

Q: How do you occupy your non-musical free time?

I'm an avid weeb and have been gaming a decent amount lately. I just finished the Dead Space remake, and am reading a large amount of Junji Ito manga I recently acquired. Some other hobbies of mine include cooking.

Okay, that's all the questions I got. If you've got any you would like asked you can either reply to this post or submit them. News on the new single coming soon.

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sleepysailorghost · 3 years ago

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Benny's Big Score

It turns out that New Reno was not a great place.

It seemed like a good idea at the time, a solution to his problems. But it wasn't.

New Reno was dirty, but not in the same glimmery-glittery way that New Vegas was. It wasn't like when he had come to Vegas for the first time, the Bootstraps with him. He was alone. There were no chairmen to protect him, no brothers willing to die with him.

Sitting in the dingy bar, he curses the courier under his breath.

"Oh, don't get me started on Couriers." a melodic voice chimed in. A smooth-voiced ghoul in a fancy pre-war tuxedo sat down on the barstool next to Benny. "You wouldn't know the half of it."

"A courier done you wrong too?"

"I gave as good as I got." the ghoul replied, and in him, Benny recognized that they were both well-dressed men who had been chased out by couriers.

"And yet we're still sitting here in this bar, ring-a-ding." Benny took a sip of his drink. Disgusting as it was (and expensive!), Benny's pride as a Bootstrap and leader of the Chairmen kept him from spitting it out. "Say, who are you anyhow?"

The ghoul rolled his eyes under the sunglasses he wore.

"200 years ago everyone knew my name. Dean Domino's the name, don't wear it out."

Benny's eyes widened.

"That for real? Where ya been hiding out all this time?" Benny questioned, leaning on the bar counter. "Could have used you back in New Vegas."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Dean answered smoothly. Benny prodded at him again in his "Ring-a-Ding-Ding" fashion, and Dean sighed before answering. "The Sierra Madre."

"Woah, let's keep it in the grove. You," He paused for emphasis. "Are the ghoulified version of prewar icon Dean Domino and you've been hiding out in the casino in the land of the dead?"

"Yes, I suppose if you put it like that."

"I'm the Ben-man, the kingpin of the whole Strip." Benny said, bitterly drinking from his glass. "Or I was."

"Taken down by a courier?" Dean snarked.

"Ain't that a kick in the head. You think you put one in the ground but then they follow you home and try and climb in your bed. Ruin your damn plans. But I'll be back."

"The courier-I never caught their name-banned me from Vegas. They threated to kill me if they ever saw me again. As if they'd get the chance."

"You and me, we're men cut from the same cloth." Benny said, and Dean looked over him.

"Are we really?"

"Yeah, we're both men screwed over by couriers when we could've been kings!" Benny rubbed his hand over his jaw, and then continued. "Y'know...we oughta get together sometime. We could get revenge on the Mojave Express and I have a lot of draw in New Vegas. I could even get you a job preforming in the Tops. Hell, even the Lucky 38."

"Why not?" Dean agreed. Thinking a moment, he asked. "That courier you knew, did they have a large scar on their head?"

"They did actually...a gift from me. Tie, I think that's their name. Well, it's what their boy-toy sniper-type called them when they weren't trying to jump into bed with me."

"Two birds with one stone." Dean said. "Shall we?"

"Yeah, pal."

It took time to get back to New Vegas. This gave them time to plan and plot and scheme about how to get their revenge on the courier.

More or less, it was easy for them to get into the Strip. After all, this was the land that Benny was Chairman of. He was also very skilled with computers, so it wasn't a challenge for Benny to hack into the securitrons.

Their first stop in Vegas was Mick and Ralph's. Throwing a cap to the crier boy outside the story, Benny asked "Are your old men inside?"

The boy responded and Benny strolled into the building like he owned it. Explaining to Dean, he added, "It helps to bring flowers home."

"Benny." Mick greeted shortly.

"Mick, my guy! How's the family?" Benny sidled up to the store owner. "Say, have you gotten any flowers in lately?"

Mick sighed and retreated to the back room. He returned with a wilted bouquet.

"I've only got these in because of Pacer. You know how he's gonna get, you're throwing of his plans with" Mick complained, but Benny cut him off.

"Tell him to send all his complaints to the Tops!" He exclaimed and snatched the bouquet. It was dry and wilty, formed from common Mojave plants rather than one made from Vault-Tec's greenrooms. It must have come in with Crimson Caravans, Benny thought, but Swank would like it well enough.

He shoved a couple caps into Mick's hand-underpaying people was something that got him into trouble before.

"To the Tops!" He called, and Dean followed him.

"Ugh. How things have changed." Dean groaned. "What have you done with the place?"

"Seal it, Dean-o! I've got a man to see. Our plan won't work without Swank."

The man in the check-in window looked up when Benny said his name.

"Shit, Benny. I haven't seen you in ages."

"Missed you too, Swank. You didn't even kiss me goodbye."

"You're not supposed to be here. I know you tried to kill that courier."

"C'mon, Swank. You've gotta let me explain." He gestured with the bouquet. "I brought you flowers."

Swank looked like he was conflicted, but then he sighed.

"Fine. Explain then, boss."

"Alright, so the courier. I did try and kill that courier, but I had good reason for it. You've got to believe me. I needed the platinum chip."

"You can't just keep saying I have to let you explain and I have to believe you. It doesn't work that way. But I'll bite. What's a platinum chip and why did you need it?"

"It's what we need. If we have it, we can upgrade the securitrons and then we won't need the NCR or the Legion or House to protect New Vegas." He smiled bitterly. "It would have been freedom for all of us."

Swank looked at Benny silently.

"I know why I failed now. I needed you and the Chairmen. I needed you."

That seemed to certify it for Swank. He inhaled deeply and then exhaled.

"Alright Benny. But this is the last time. You mess this up and it'll be the end-not just for you and me, but for all of us." He made cautious and firm eye contact with Benny. "What's the plan?"

"You're the man, Swank!" Benny shouted excitedly and leaned over the weapon-check counter to wrap a hand around Swank's shoulder and pull him down for a kiss. Releasing him, he continued. "Oh, it's a doozy of a plan."

Swank looked around and then signalled to another Chairman.

"You take over here." He said, and stepped out from behind the weapon check counter.

The plan was a doozy, Swank thought as he walked from the Tops to the Lucky 38. He hoped the Courier was staying there tonight. If not, he'd have to regroup with Benny and Dean to send them to the Atomic Wrangler instead.

Night had fallen quickly over New Vegas in the hours after Benny had made up with Swank, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted when Swank bumped into someone.

"Watch it," He barked. Looking at the young woman, he realized she was a courier-she had a courier's duster loosely over a purple shirt-but not the one they were going to kill.

"Eh? Did you need something?" She said, "I'm going to Show Low."

It was a dangerous route for a courier because it went right into Legion teritory, but Swank didn't care. It seemed like a good idea at the time, a solution to his problems. But it wasn't.

"Sorry. Good luck!" He said and continued on route to the Lucky 38.

"You too?" Swank heard, but there was a lot of noise. The Strip was loud.

Arriving at the Lucky 38, he let himself in. The collar weighed heavily in his pocket, but he knew that was just in his head. It couldn't weigh more than a pound or two.

"Hello?" he called. "I need to speak to the Courier? It's really important..."

There wasn't any response for a moment. Then the elevator chimed and two people exited.

One was the Courier, and the other was a bitter-faced sniper with an NCR beret.

"Oh...Mr. Tops?" The courier said. "Did you need something? We were just on our way out..."

"Yes, and it's very important. And it can't wait." Swank replied

The little computer on the Courier's arm beeped.

"Alright, what's going on?"

"Sit down, this is very important news." The courier sat down. The sniper stood to the side.

His hands were starting to sweat and he wiped them on his suitpants. Ugh, he could almost hear Benny scolding him for dirtying it.

"I've discovered..." He spoke softly...and the courier leaned into hear better. Just as they planned. "Sorry."

With that, he swiftly reached into his coat pocket and snapped the collar around the courier's neck. It latched closed and armed before they could even move.

They startled back, but it was of no use.

"Recognize it, courier?" a charismatic and smooth voice called as Dean Domino and Benny Gecko strolled into the lobby of the Lucky 38.

The Courier's face was fearful, but the sniper's eyes were full of rage. Their hands clawed at their throat, but it was futile against the explosive collar.

"I wouldn't do that, Pussycat." Benny's voice chimed in. "It's rigged to blow. But I'm sure you knew that. According to my new friend here, you've had some experience with them."

"Dean." They said quietly. " You were warned. I told you what I'd do if I ever saw you again. I'll kill you even if I have to take you down with me."

"Geez, Domino, what'd you do to make 'em hate you so bad?" Benny ran a hand through his hair. "I shot them in the head-twice, even-and left them for dead. And they still tried to sleep with me! Oh, and I wouldn't go making any moves there, friend, unless you'd like your little courier blown to bits. Or do, it would make it easier on me."

"I believe it was that I had their little friend's vocal cords ripped out. Or maybe it was the whole threatening to blow them up." Dean answered. "I never narrowed it down."

"Wow, Benny!" the Pip-Boy beeped. "I never thought I'd see you again! You keep some interesting friends!"

"Yes-Man?" Benny questioned, and then waved it aside. "Eh, never mind. When I've got the platinum chip, I can fix whatever they did to you."

"Yes-Man," Antietam said, dropping their hands from their neck "Could you keep it down? I'm about to get blown up."

"No, you're not." Boone reassured them quietly. "Gotta be some way to take these guys out..."

Internally, Antietam was weighing whether it was worth it to charge Dean and take him down with them. But there was a likelihood of Boone being injured in the blast, so it wasn't going to work out.

"Now, now Courier..." Dean said. "Where did you take the treasure when you ran off? You ruined over two hundred years worth of revenge."

The courier wanted to lash out, but they reigned their temper in.

"You ruined it...You ruined the whole Sierra Madre, did you know that? It could have been a safe haven, a shelter from the nuclear anihilation. But you couldn't tolerate what you percieved as an insult to your ego! And you ruined Vera's life-she was dying and you blackmailed her!" Their vitreolic rant paused. It wasn't the whole sad story, but the only one who knew that was Antietam. And they were too angry and biased against Dean to really care that their rant was biased. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Woah, let's calm down, Pussycat. You keep yourself under control or one of us might just forget ourselves and hit that button. We wouldn't want that, now would we? Let's get down to business." Christine and Veronica ran downstairs.

"Hey, what's going on? We heard commotion." Veronica said, and then when she saw the situation, she put her hands on her hips. "Are you guys having a party without me?"

Christine, on the other hand, growled.

"Dean." It came out in Vera's voice, and if Dean had skin, it would have gone pale with fear. As it was, it broke his composure.

"So it worked." He said finally.

"Alright, don't make any moves!" Benny shouted. "You try anything and I'll blow your friend to smithereens."

"Who are these guys?" Veronica asked.

"Some guys who tried to kill Tie before, I think." Boone answered

"Dean Domino, Swank Gecko-Pierce, and I'm the pro from Dover." Benny barked. "Now I want answers! Where's the platinum chip?"

None of them answered.

"I guess none of you value the Courier's life, seeing as none of you are providing answers." He pulled Maria from his pocket. "No matter. We'll start with the boy toy."

With that, he leveled Maria at Boone.

"Things are getting a little heated, Benny." Swank said, making eye contact with the checker-suited man.

"Stop." The Courier said. "I'll tell you where I hid the chip. Just let my friends go."

"Benny, this is getting more heated than I thought it would." Swank noted.

"Can it, Swank. We're about to get some answers!" Benny responded.

"It's in the dresser in the motel in Novac. Let my friends go, Benny."

"It's like it doesn't even matter to you!" Benny exclaimed. "It-" Swank cut him off by setting a hand on Benny's outstretched arm.

"Benny, calm down. We don't have time for his right now."

"Yeah, Benny, calm down." Dean chimed in, although it was clearly mocking him, which Benny picked up on immediately.

"You got something to add, Deano?" Benny snarked back.

"You know, Ben-man, I think I'm tired of playing accomplice. I'm so tired of playing second fiddle...I think I'll kill you and your friends and claim New Vegas for my own."

"Yeah, that's not happening." Benny fired back. He pointed Maria at Dean. "It's been real and it's been great, but it's not real great."

He fired.

"Shit, Benny, you missed." Swank said, to which Benny responded "Shut up, I know I missed."

He shot again and again and Dean didn't move, until he slumped to the ground, full of lead.

"Well, that's a bust." Benny said. "Hey, whataya say, Courier? We can burry the hatchet with this guy and work together. I won't kill you or your little friends and you won't kill me and Swank. Fair's fair, right?"

It was a stretch-even now, Christine and Veronica's nimble fingers were removing the explosive collar from the angry courier's throat. But Benny had always been a gambling man.

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chocoholicannanymous · 3 years ago

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Concepts of Insanity (Glee)

AN: No proofreading whatsoever. Subject to rewrite if I change my mind about it. Take it or leave it.

Concepts of Insanity

“Kurt? Oh, there you are, good. We have an emergency!”

Kurt smiles a little as he finishes up rearranging the flowers. He adores Isabelle, he really does, but she's a bit...excitable. There's always an emergency, or a disaster, or a catastrophe. So far today there's been four, unless he's miscounting; a lose hem, a missing delivery of non-alcoholic champagne, Isabelle almost fainting from forgetting to eat, and the flowers he's currently fixing not being enough something or other. He's actually kind of curious what it is this time.

He gives the flowers a last look, nods with satisfaction and turns around. The smile on his lips dies the second he meets Isabelle's eyes. This isn't a normal emergency.

“What's wrong?”

“The musicians are here, only the vocalist is currently throwing up to the point where they've called an ambulance.”

Kurt winces. That doesn't sound good for whoever it is. Also it really doesn't sound good for them. Isabelle had gone out on a limb with the small ensemble she'd hired for the event, deciding to make the music more than a background by having some songs performed with vocals. To have the vocalist missing would throw off the setlist. Maybe not enough for most people to notice, but at an event like this? Someone would definitely notice.

Especially since word seemed to have spread.

“I've spent the last ten minutes on the phone, and there's not a single vocalist to be had. This is so bad, Kurt! I'm never going to hear the end of this.”

Kurt hesitates, uncomfortable with voicing his possible solution, but deciding to offer it up anyway. It's Isabelle.

(Plus Rachel will never forgive him if he doesn't and she finds out.)

“I know it's not what you were aiming at, but my roommate is a NYADA student, and I know that most of the songs you picked out is in her wheelhouse. I could call her? If she answers she could hop in a cab and be here in 30 minutes.”

Isabelle looks a bit hesitant, but nods.

“Please do. I'll pay for the cab too, obviously. Check back with me in 5 minutes?”

Kurt agrees and hurries out to a silent space, phone in hand already dialing as he walks. There's no response for his first call, and Kurt leaves a hurried voice mail for Rachel to call him asap as it's an emergency. He then sends the same message as a text before trying to call again. He manages to squeeze in a total of five calls before he has to return to Isabelle, without response.

Maybe Rachel's in the shower again. Or singing. Or on a date with Brody.

“I'm sorry, Isabelle. I couldn't get hold of her.”

“Never mind, I have an idea. Can you do it?”

Kurt stares at her, not quite believing he heard her right.

“Me?” She nods and he shakes his head. “Isabelle, you've never even heard me sing!”

“True. But honey, I know how good you are with fashion. For you to chose music over that you have to be either insanely talented or just insane. So, will you do it?”

Kurt wants to shake his head again. What she's suggesting is crazy. Yes, Kurt can sing, but... His focus on music is more and more looking like insanity. He's just gotten rejected by Carmen Tibideaux a second time, for crying out loud. “Devoid of complexity and depth” echoes through his skull.

Except. This is Isabelle asking. His fairy godmother of sorts. He owes her.

“Are you sure? I'll do it, if you really want, but I'm not going to be anywhere as good as whoever you'd hired,” or Rachel for that matter, “and I don't want to ruin this for you.”

“You are going to be amazing. Thank you, Kurt, you're a lifesaver!”

And with that Isabelle floats off, leaving Kurt in a dazed state. He's going to panic, sooner or later, but for now he's still too stunned for it.

Right. His first action has to be to talk to the ensemble. The plan was to have the vocalist on three sets of three songs throughout the evening, but he's not entirely clear on what numbers had finally been picked. He will probably need to review lyrics up until the guests arrive, provided he can actually manage all of them. He's got a good range, yes, but that's not everything.

Oh, and he should swing by Isabelle's office and nab the blue west he'd spotted earlier – he'd dressed to fade against the wallpaper, not to be seen.

The first set goes well, as does the second. By the third and final he's lost enough of his nerves to let Isabelle drag him out on the floor instead of going off to hide as he'd initially planned. Several people drop by to talk, and he gets more than a few compliments. Maybe it's more about looking good to Isabelle than about actually liking it, but Kurt will take it anyway.

“So, you must be not just a talented singer but talented in fashion too for Isabelle to have taken you under her wing. Do you study fashion or music?”

The woman, Nadia something, asking sounds genuine and so Kurt gives her a small smile and answers as pleasantly as he can.

“Neither actually. I'm applying to NYADA though.”

There's a flash of something in her face, but Kurt can't quite make out what it is.

“For the spring semester? Ah.” She hesitates, sends a look towards where Isabelle is talking animatedly about something, and then looks at Kurt again.

“Can I be honest? Carmen Tibideaux is a very talented woman, in everything she does, and she's got an eye for picking out talent. However, she's also got a bit of a reputation.

“She loves to discover new talent that others overlook. Except every now and again she'll go about it in a rather underhanded way. She'll have someone audition, someone talented but a little raw around the edges. Someone with a ton of talent but a weak resumé, often with a little less self-esteem than most performers. She'll praise them and then turn them down. Most of the time they'll come back, looking for a second chance – she said they were great, right? Surely that means they'll get the part sooner or later, if they just approach it right.”

Kurt swallows. It sounds a little too familiar for comfort.

“Sometimes she'll turn them down both a second and third time, and then she'll put them on the spot, giving them another chance as long as they step out of their comfort zone and perform to her standards. And then she'll take them, and she'll own them. They'll go through their whole careers claiming they owe it all to her.”

She looks Kurt in the eyes, sincerity radiating out of her – but Kurt knows how little that means, in these circles – and a kind expression on her face.

“I'm not saying that's you, but for you to be applying to the spring semester, with your level of talent... If she's doing it to you, you should know you're not the first, and I doubt you'd be the last.

“Any school would be well served to have you as a student, I think. I already know you're talented, and as I know Isabelle I also know you have to be hardworking. Plus, seeing as that ensemble always works with a female vocalist I'm assuming something happened to have you step in at the last minute, meaning you stand up to pressure.

“NYADA is not the only school in New York for a young man like you, and I'd argue that it's not the best either. Think about what I've said, will you? And thank you again for a very enjoyable performance.”

It's only years of pretending in the face of bullies and a worried father that allows Kurt to pull of a believable goodbye and graceful exit. After this he's definitely hiding in Isabelle's office, damn it.

When Kurt comes back to the loft it's late and he wants nothing more to fall into bed, nighttime routines be damned. But Rachel's sitting on the couch, waiting for him judging from the expectant look on her face.

“I tried to call you.” It comes out a little flat, but Kurt doesn't have the energy to pretend. He needed her, called an emergency damn it, and she hasn't even texted him back in the six hours since his frantic calling.

“I heard, but I was busy practicing my number for tomorrow.” She doesn't even look sorry.

“Oh? I thought you said you didn't have any assignments for tomorrow.” That was why he'd felt safe calling her, after all.

She just waves a hand, clearly not too bothered.

“Nothing official, no, but that's no reason not to be ready to perform. I'm sure there will be an opening for me to dazzle my classmates.” And she goes on to describe the songs she's considered, and who's done them, and why her version is better, and Kurt just...tunes her out.

She hasn't even asked what he wanted. It's as if the thought hasn't even passed her mind. Well. If she's not interested then he's not going to waste his time telling her – especially not since she's bound to get upset over losing an opportunity to perform for an actual audience. He's also not going to waste his time listening to her go on about what she'd done instead of checking in on him.

“I'm going to bed.”

“Kurt! I need your input on this, surely bed can wait a bit?” When he shakes his head her face hardens. “Fine, be that way. NYADA is hard, you know. It takes dedication. Maybe if you showed a little more of that you would have gotten accepted.”

Kurt shoves down the desire to slap her and bites out a “goodnight” before stalking off to bed. He can't believe she went there. Oh wait, he can. It's so Rachel, to just look at herself and ignore everything else. Show more dedication? Devoid of complexity and depth. Fuck her. Fuck them both.

Kurt had knocked his audition out of the park. Rachel and madam Tibideaux both had admitted that. Meanwhile Rachel had choked. Yet he'd been rejected while Rachel fucking Berry swanned around NYADA claiming to be dedicated. She never should have gotten accepted based on her audition. And somehow he just knows that there's no way she'd admit that Kurt should have been given that spot, not her.

As for madam Tibideaux and her “I rarely give anyone a second chance and if I do it's on my terms”... Bah! Rachel had harassed her way into her second chance. Hell, she'd recruited several others to also harass the madam on her behalf.

But somehow Kurt reapplying was the foul thing here. Right.

Maybe it was time he looked at options other than NYADA. That woman at the vogue event, she'd said that other schools might be a better fit for him. She'd sounded like she knew what she was talking about. Unlike Kurt, honestly, who'd pinned his hopes on NYADA based on Rachel. Hindsight has him questioning if he'd been slipped something, because leaving his college education up to whatever Rachel wanted? Insanity.

Well. Insanity is doing the same thing over again and expecting a different result, right? Clearly it's time to change his approach.

O--o---o--O

A week later Rachel comes home from the NYADA Winter Showcase bubbling about her success and how she's taken them all by storm. She makes a snide comment or two about how Kurt should have been able to see it for himself, had he taken the ticket she'd gone through so much trouble to acquire for him instead of doing whatever (it's called work), and Kurt just nods. He doesn't really care, but. He has to at least pretend to listen to preserve peace in the loft.

“Oh, I almost forgot! Madam Tibideaux asked after you.”

Kurt stills like a dog scenting prey. This he wants to hear.

“Oh?”

“Yes, apparently she was considering giving you another chance at applying. I don't know why she had to do it tonight, as it's for NYADA students and you're not, but she did. You should probably contact her. If you apologize properly she might still be open to it.”

Rachel looks at him, waiting for a reaction and clearly not pleased with what she's seeing.

“Well?”

“I'll think about it, Rachel. Calm down.”

And he will. Only he's not too eager to apologize to madam Tibideaux, or give her another chance to toy with him and probably reject him (he didn't show up for what she had planned, after all). It all sounds very much like what Nadia described at the vogue event. He listened. He might not have liked what he heard, or wanted to believe it, but he listened. In more than one way.

Over the past seven days he's written half a dozen applications to various music schools in New York, and sent them out. His current favorite is the New School, where a tour of the campus has given him a very good vibe. He'd be happy there, he thinks, and they might be happy with him. At least that's his take from meeting a couple of faculty members, one of the more prestigious of which just so happens to be Nadia.

Who would have guessed that doing a favor for Isabelle would lead to this? He might just owe her even more by now. Fairy godmother indeed.

~ The End ~

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avengerscompound · 4 years ago

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Until the End of the World - 10

Until the End of the World: A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: 1801

Rating: E

Warnings: pregnancy

Synopsis: Four years after Steve and Bucky got to the bottom of the HYDRA conspiracy that had led to you and your son being hunted for the first three years of his life, you, Bucky, and Steve have carved out a nice life together. Things are calm and you feel like a family unit. When Geo starts calling Bucky and Steve ‘dad’, a decision is made to try and add to your family.

Things aren’t as calm as they seem. When your pregnancy hits the papers, HYDRA rears its head once again, and Steve and Bucky need to track you down to protect the family they had created.

Chapter 10

The tabloid sites all latched on to the story of you being pregnant very quickly. Due to the fact you were often seen out with either Bucky or Steve or both, there had been speculation about who exactly you were. Theories went from dating one and cheating on them with the other. Being a ‘close family friend’. Dating one and the other being a close friend. Bouncing between them both like a ping-pong ball. Many fans speculated that they were polyamorous. Bucky had even made the mistake of going deep into the ‘Avengers fandom’ and discovered people doing what they called ‘shipping’ the three of you together. Not just the three of you but him and Steve with all kinds of people. He’d stopped looking when he saw people writing stories about him and Tony together. It turned out there were things he was better off not knowing.

None of the tabloids ever assumed polyamory though, and neither he nor Steve was going to confirm it for them. That made your pregnancy the subject of a lot of speculation. Whose baby was it? The most loved version of the story was that it was Bucky’s love child conceived while you were cheating on Steve with him.

It was a little stressful, but Bucky had heard worse. There was still a vocal majority that considered him a threat that should have been tried for his crimes years ago. Bucky had learned a long time ago not to google himself unless he was feeling particularly self-destructive. You, on the other hand, were still learning, so it took some reassuring that this matter was no one else's business.

Besides the ever-present gossip mill, things were going well. Every doctor's appointment showed that the baby was developing well. All the tests you had were coming back fine. You seemed to be full of energy and Geo was starting to get excited about the idea of having a little brother or sister. The new place was nearly finished. Bucky hadn’t been sent on a mission for a long time. He felt happy - and that was a feeling he liked to experience as fully as he could because he knew from experience how fleeting it could be.

The three of you had decided to take Geo along to the ultrasound where you’d be finding out the sex. He had only seen pictures of the baby so far and you’d thought he might like to see them moving around and find out if he was having a brother or a sister. According to you, the baby was kicking a lot at the moment, so you weren't worried about bad news being delivered.

Geo sat on Bucky’s lap while Steve sat beside you, holding your hand as the technician squeeze the gel onto your stomach. “Have they been kicking much?” Brown asked as she began to move the wand around on your stomach. Bucky looked up at the screen, waiting for the baby to come into view.

You smiled and nodded. “So much. The little nugget is going to be a fighter.”

Brown smiled. “Just like it’s dads, huh?” She said. “Has anyone else felt the kicks?”

“Not yet,” Steve answered. “I can’t wait though.”

The baby came into view on the screen. You’d been getting pretty regular ultrasounds with your checkups and Bucky liked how the little blob was getting bigger and looking more like a baby every time. “It shouldn’t be too much longer. I’d bet by the end of the week you get a little flutter against your hand.”

Steve looked at Bucky and grinned and Bucky couldn’t help but lean over and peck his lips. Geo didn’t seem that happy with the action and he wriggled in Bucky’s lap. Bucky chuckled and pulled back. “Can you see the baby, G?” He asked, pointing at the screen.

Geo nodded. “The machine is really cool how it works. It’s using sound to make the shape of the baby inside mom.”

“That’s right,” Brown said. “You’re a smart kid.”

Geo looked up at Bucky and grinned obviously very proud of himself. Bucky smiled and ruffled his hair.

“If you see here,” Brown said. “This is the baby's head, and their spine. They have hands and feet and you can even see their toes and fingers…”

Geo watched on fascinated by the digital image of his new sibling. Not just because that was his new sibling, but because he had a scientific fascination with where it was developmentally and how the machines could show what they show. He asked lots of questions about whether it could hear or see and how it absorbed food. Bucky couldn’t really remember what kids were like, and so he had no idea if this was advance thinking for a seven-year-old or not. He felt like it was advanced though, and he made a mental note to ask you later.

“Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” Geo asked.

“I can find out,” the tech said. “Is that okay, Captain Rogers?”

Steve chuckled. “It’s not just my decision to make.”

Brown hid her face behind her hands for a moment and shook her head. “I’m so sorry, that is such a default reaction.”

“It’s fine,” Steve said. “Please just relax. We’re just patients. And yes, we already decided we wanted to find out.”

She moved the wand around to get it into position. “Well, bud,” Brown said. “Did you have a preference?”

“I dunno,” Geo said. “I don’t have either.”

“Well you don’t have a brother,” Brown said. “You’re going to have a little sister.”

“It’s a girl?” Bucky asked, looking over at you and Steve to see your reactions. Steve looked like he’d been lit up from the inside, and tears had pricked your eyes.

“That’s right. It’s a girl,” Brown confirmed.

“A little girl,” Steve said, softly.

“Now we have one of each,” Bucky said, and Geo turned around on Bucky’s lap and hugged him. Bucky closed his arms around the boy, hugging him tightly. “You’re gonna be such a good big brother,” Bucky whispered as he hugged the boy.

“Do you want any pictures this time?” Brown asked.

“Yes, please,” you said, quickly.

Brown cleaned off the paddle and pressed the button to print out the photos of the baby. You grabbed some kleenex from the counter and cleaned the gel off your stomach. “You think Morgan will be excited there’s going to be another little girl around?” Steve asked Geo.

“Probably,” Geo said. “As long as she likes robots too. Umm… you think the baby will be able to talk to the computers like I can?”

Steve furrowed his brow as he helped you up. Bucky shook his head to clear it. It was strange, despite the fact that Geo had powers that he’d clearly gotten from you, and the fact both he and Steve had the Super Serum, the thought of a super-powered baby had never really crossed their minds. It was like all that was just such a normal part of their lives now, they didn’t really think about how it impacted things. You didn’t have powers and it was possible the only reason Geo did was that both you and his father had been through experimentation so close to his conception. It could be that those drugs were now completely out of your system, but no one had thought to look into that first.

“You know what?” Steve said eventually. “I don’t know.”

“Probably should have considered that before we dived in with both feet, huh?” You said.

“You could ask your obstetrician about doing an amniocentesis,” Brown suggested. “Then they could do a genetic workup. Check for abnormalities.”

“Don’t they have risks involved?” You asked.

“Sure, but normally it’s one of those things where there are risks involved either way, and you decide which outcome is worse,” Brown explained.

You furrowed your brow and nodded and Bucky wondered what you were thinking. “Thank you, Miss Brown,” Steve said. “We’ll see you next time.”

“Of course,” she said, brightly. “See you.”

The four of you walked out into the ward and headed to the elevator. “I’m sorry if I upset you,” Geo said as the doors opened.

“You didn’t, G. Don’t worry,” you assured him, kissing the top of his head. “It’s just not something we thought about when we probably should have. Because you got your powers from me and your birth dad, but Bucky and Steve have their own powers.”

“Well, we’re enhanced,” Steve corrected them. “Not the same as what you have.”

“I think…” Bucky said slowly, aware that this was not a discussion that should be held in front of Geo, but also knowing that the boy needed to be reassured that his powers were not a negative, nor would he be losing the sister he really only just met. “I think it might be too late to worry about. I mean… what if they do find out the baby is enhanced? It’s not like we would love them any less, or not want them. They’d just be special, like Geo.”

“Of course,” you said quickly. “We would have done this either way I think.”

“So… let’s just wait and see. We don’t want to risk anything bad happening,” Bucky said. “The baby looks normal, so we know it’s not a tentacle beast.”

Geo started laughing. “That would be so cool.”

“She might not be able to talk to computers even if she does have powers though, G,” you said, stifling your own laugh. “When I had powers I could hear people’s thoughts. And your dad, he could run really fast.”

“Wow,” Geo said. “I hope she can fly.”

“Oh my goodness,” you said. “I don’t.”

“Yeah, imagine having to change a diaper on a baby and it’s zooming around over your head,” Bucky said, making Geo breakdown into fits of giggles.

“Alright, Geo,” Steve said. “You go wash up and we’ll have some lunch. Do you want to see if Morgan can come to play and you can tell her all about your sister?”

“Yeah, alright,” Geo said, running off to the bathroom.

Steve turned to you and Bucky and took your hands. “It’s going to be fine,” he said. “We can face whatever happens, I know we can.”

“Let’s just hope they can’t fly,” you joked.

“We’ll handle that too,” Steve said.

“Yeah, we’ll put a little harness on them, and weigh them down with rocks,” Bucky joked and you burst out laughing.

Steve wrapped his arms around you and pulled Bucky in close so that all three of you were holding each other. Bucky closed his eyes and breathed you both in, confident that together, you could all handle whatever powers she may or may not have.

// NEXT

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Queen live at Bingley Hall in Stafford, UK - May 6, 1978 (Part -2)

Photos were taken by Anthony Mallan.

Fan Stories

“As I write this I can't believe it is over 24 years since my first ever Queen gig. I was 15 years old and had looked forward to this day ever since I had first heard Bohemian Rhapsody 3 years earlier. Before that song Queen had just been another pop/rock group but BoRhap was the song which for me would set them apart from all others, the song that began my addiction for this band's music - an addiction which continues to this day. I had an hour long bus ride to Stafford and then had to walk to the Bingley Hall which was about 2 miles out of town. I remember while walking a couple of stretched limos passed I couldn't see inside because the windows were blacked out but I knew that it was the members of Queen in those cars and that added to the excitement. I arrived at the venue and joined the queue to get in. I was quite early but there were still a few hundred people in front of me. I bought a Black T shirt with the News of The World robot on the front and the words Spring Tour '78 and a program, both of which I still have although the T shirt is well worn. I was also treated to a young lady a bit drunk I think, taking her T Shirt off and running around half naked, quite sensational for a 15 year old lad. We were let into the hall at about 7pm and I found myself fairly near the front it was all standing and I was quite small so I was pleased to see the stage was set quite high which meant I would have an excellent view. The stage set for this tour was the famous crown and as I looked in awe at its size. I can remember wondering how they would get it to lift off the stage? I can't remember the time but probably an hour or so after I had got into the hall the lights went out and a mechanical whining noise started this was followed very quickly by white lights from the stage, smoke and then the drum beat of We Will Rock You with the song breaking straight into the chorus. Suddenly on a platform in the middle of the front row of the crowd Brian May appeared playing the "Rock You" guitar riff. I remember the feeling of joy and awe, I am sure I must have pinched myself to make sure this was really happening. After an explosion they burst into the fast version of "Rock You" and I saw Freddie for the first time. He was wearing shiney leather trousers, jacket & cap and running around the stage like a madman. It's far too long ago for me to remember every detail of the show but I do remember Freddie toasting us with champagne and at the end of '39 Roger threw his tamborine into the crowd and I had it for a split second before dropping it, I stood no chance really. The songs which I remember most from this gig were the ones which after this tour they were never to play live again: "White Man" & "Prophets Song" both were played either side of Brian's guitar solo and I can clearly remember Freddie performing vocal gymnastics during the middle section of "Prophets Song". The concert ended with a Rock n Roll medley. I remember right at the end of God Save The Queen we all started singing "You'll Never Walk Alone", then the lights were on and it was over. In a lot of respects it seems so long ago but as I am thinking of it now, parts of it are as clear as yesterday.” - Kevin Ruscoe

“It was fun reading Kevin's story about going to see Queen at Stafford Bingley Hall in 1978. This was the first concert I had ever been to (talk about starting at the top). When the lights went down and Brian started with the dynamic We Will Rock You strumming, I was captured. A couple of years ealier I had purchased Night At The Opera for a girl I fancied at work. I took it to give her and before I could present her with it she showed me that she had just brought the album herself. So much for my Night At The Opera with her! So, I had to go home, take a cold shower, and listen to music. Because it was the only album I had, I played it and played it and I discovered a world I never knew existed. Music up to that point was something that was on the radio. That night seemed to open a new and exciting world me. Not as exciting as I had been planning with her but exciting none the less. My biggest memory of the Stafford concert was when Freddie gets us to sing along with him. Whenever I heard the Live Killers album, it would take me back to that moment at Stafford when I found out what I wanted to do with my life. I write now, plays and musicals, some successful, some not. Thanks Queen for my reason to live.” - Robert

“Memory's a funny thing... and I wish to heck that I had a better one. How come I can remember useless things I don't want to know, like the winner of the first Big Brother programme, but can't remember stuff which would be far more useful... like how to order beer in any language, my bank account number... or the exact setlist of my first ever rock concert, Queen at Stafford's Bingley Hall in May 1978? Sitting down to type up this review I did a quick search on the net but only came up with a partial setlist which ends about two thirds of the way through. Very frustrating. So really this isn't a review, it can't be, but it's more a hazy recollection of just what it felt like to be a 15-year-old boy at his very first rock show. First off I remember getting the ticket. "Harvey Goldsmith presents A Night With Queen" printed in green (tickets for the Sunday night gig were printed in blue) and the price, L3.50 - laughably cheap now. I can't remember how long it was before the gig that I got the ticket but I do know that the waiting for the day of the gig was unbearable. But eventually that day arrived. Another reason it sticks in my mind is that it was the day of the FA Cup final (Arsenal beat Ipswich Town) and it was the first time I'd not sat glued to the TV from 12pm for all the build-up and the big match itself. If it had been my team, Manchester City, it might have been a different story, but I went up to Bingley Hall mid-afternoon, with a friend called Mark Butters, to join the queue and get as good a standing spot as possible. For those of you who don't know, Bingley Hall is a 10,000-plus capacity shed (a giant cowshed, really), at the County Showground just outside Stafford, and owned by the Staffordshire Agricultural Society. Before the NEC and other purpose-built venues came along, gigs at this venue (which on other occasions were filled with agricultural displays or animal pens) were a big deal, on a par with Wembley Arena and the like. Others to have played there include Abba, Black Sabbath, Genesis, Thin Lizzy, Saxon, Yes and Rush. I remember my Mum being worried sick about me going to the gig. Worried about the size of the crowd. Worried about the music volume. Worried about drugs. She was particularly worried that I was wearing a Thin Lizzy badge on my denim jacket and might get beaten up by some aggressive Queen fan who took exception to any other band. I had to persuade her that rock fans were not quite so tribal as football fans. I also remember standing fairly close to the glass-fronted doors in the queue and the physical, painful ache of anticipation. What came next is a blur - the doors finally being opened, the crush as we made our way through and our tickets were examined, the further crush by the merchandise stall (I got myself a big, square programme, which I've still got). Then I made my way into the crowd, jockeying for a position as near to the front as possible. The gig was all-standing and as showtime got closer the build-up of pressure was astonishing. I was pretty central, but there was constant swaying from left to right, if you lifted your legs you wouldn't fall, just be carried along with this sea of rock fans. Finally the wait is over (yes, I know I've changed tense, it just suits my recollections better). The lights go down. The roar of the crowd is unbelievably loud. But what comes next is even louder. As we strain to see what's going on the air is filled with a mechanical sound, the giant lighting rig (Queen's famed crown set-up) is lifting into the air in a sea of smoke. We Will Rock You explodes into the air. It's all light and smoke and noise... and suddenly there's Brian May, playing that guitar, just feet away from me. The spotlights fall on John Deacon and Roger Taylor behind his gigantic drumkit. Just one thing left now. Freddie. And he appears out of nowhere, Freddie Mercury, prancing and preening around the stage, soaking up the adulation, singing his guts out, clad in shiny black PVC. Call me innocent or naive, but back then I didn't really know about the whole gay/camp fetish thing... he just looked like the superstar he was. For the next two hours or so I am transported to a whole new place. We get the rockers (Brighton Rock, We Are The Champions, Now I'm Here, a pre-release It's Late, I'm In Love With My Car), the pop-orientated stuff (Killer Queen, Spread Your Wings, Somebody To Love, You're My Best Friend) and a superb acoustic section, featuring Love Of My Life and its amazing crowd singalong and '39, during which a string breaks on Brian May's guitar but he carries on regardless, note perfect to my ears. Oh, and we get Bohemian Rhapsody too. It's still only a couple of years old at this point, and although obviously something incredibly special is still making it's way up the ladder to immortality to stand alongside the likes of Stairway To Heaven. Anyway, it's bloody brilliant. Queen leave the stage for the opera section, enabling them to make another grand entrance in lights, smoke and pyrotechnics for the rock-out - a masterstroke! According to Kevin Ruscoe's review of this gig at the superb www.queenconcerts.com site we also got White Man and The Prophet's Song, but I have no recollection of that at all. Nonetheless it still sticks in my mind as one of the greatest gigs I have even seen over the past 28 years, and as one of the greatest events of my life. Like Kevin, I remember singing You'll Never Walk Alone at the end of God Save The Queen, a football terrace salute to a rock phenomenon. What a night!” - Ian Harvey (April 28, 2006)

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#queen #queen band #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #queen concerts

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blushnote · 5 years ago

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jeonghan gets kind of bored when he visits your family during the holiday break. it’s always exciting in the beginning – returning to your childhood home, smelling the homecooked meals organized on the dining table, flipping through aged photobooks to laugh at the much younger, much sillier versions of yourself. but then the nostalgia slowly fades, and you’re restless.

you know it’s fairly exhausting for jeonghan too. he has to greet all of your family and experience their inevitable downpour of slightly repetitive questions. he enjoys their curiosity, though he definitely has his limits, and on day three of the holiday visit you find him downstairs, crouched at a small, plastic pink table where he colours in chunky crayons with your five-year-old niece.

it’s painful to break the news to him, and you see the light rapidly dissipate from his eyes when you say: “my dad wants you in the kitchen again.” for the entire day, your family was occupied with preparing a christmas dinner. jeonghan could hardly fry an egg without a cloud of smoke billowing around the stove. you figured they were just looking to spend more time with him.

“no!” your niece throws one of her crayons across the table, “i want jeonghannie to stay down here! we’re colouring!” she starts to pout, and her cheeks puff out in harmless anger.

“see?” jeonghan says, “i can’t leave. it would be an offense.”

you fold your arms across your chest, conveying the helplessness of the situation. she pitches a reasonable argument, but it’s not going to withstand your parent’s persistence. you bend down and pat your upset niece on the head, lending her an apology that she simply huffs in response to. jeonghan knows his fate. he gives her a sweet hug and a kiss, then follows you upstairs.

“i’m sorry,” you murmur to jeonghan just before rounding the corner into the kitchen, “this should be the last time they ask for you.” to comfort him a little, you straighten out of the collar of his button-up flannel, and then rub your palm in lulling circles on his chest.

jeonghan shrugs, “don’t stress over it. at least if i ruin supper, we can get take-out.”

you laugh and push gently against his chest, “don’t ruin the supper, you idiot. just don’t touch anything.”

it feels good to see your boyfriend smile. though the last three days have been overwhelming, you discover that everyday there’s something to look forward to. for example, last night you stayed up late in the living room, drinking hot chocolate and watching old movies that you found beneath cobwebs in the basement. you even found an ancient tape of your parent’s wedding.

and tonight, you were looking forward to the house being completely empty. after the holiday dinner your family was heading to a party hosted down the street, as they did each year. you managed to avoid the entire situation by making up a false claim that you and jeonghan had already made plans to see the christmas light show on the opposite side of town.

jeonghan especially has been awaiting this night. to put it lightly – he hasn’t been able to fuck you in about a week, and while you’ve been tempted to have sex during the deep night when everyone else is asleep, you both know that neither of you will be able to keep quiet. you’ve been embarrassed enough in your lifetime. you don’t need your parents hearing your intimacy.

“hello?! sweetie, are you getting jeonghan?!” your father suddenly shouts from the kitchen.

you wear a fake smile on your mouth and shout back, “yes, daddy! we’re coming!”

grasping jeonghan’s wrist, you pull him into the kitchen, where your father turns around with an oven mitt on one hand, while the other holds a pair of giant, silver tongs. there are multiple pots bubbling on the stove, plates and bowls and cutlery organized on the dining table, while something appears to be cooking in the oven. jeonghan unenthusiastically rubs at his nape.

“you wanted me?” he says, clearly tensed.

“of course!” your father exclaims jubilantly, “i need you to get these spices out of the cupboard for me, so we can make one of my favourite sauces. you’ll love it, jeonghan. i guarantee it!”

your boyfriend creaks his neck around with the same fluidity as the tin-man, and gives you an awfully crooked smile, but you can only muffle your laughter into your fist.

supper became a nightmare, for multiple reasons. first off, jeonghan managed to burn your father’s favourite sauce, so he had to run to the store and purchase a much less palatable brand. secondly, your niece dropped the strawberry cake. thirdly, jeonghan was getting restless. you could tell he wanted everyone to leave the house for the holiday party as soon as possible.

you’re currently in the bathroom, washing the white and pink frosting from your niece’s tiny hands while an intense cleaning of crushed strawberries and pieces of cake transpires in the kitchen. jeonghan is next to you with a towel, ready to dry her hands. eventually, your niece is lead out of the bathroom by your sister, who decides it’s time for them to go home.

as soon as you bid your goodbyes and hugs, everyone starts to return to the dining table, though jeonghan grabs your elbow and yanks you into the bathroom.

he shuts the door, rakes a frustrated hand through his umber hair and immediately asks, “when is everyone leaving?”

“i-i don’t know,” you confess, “probably in the next hour.”

jeonghan grits his teeth. “i can’t wait an hour. i want you now.”

his hands fasten around your hips, squeezing them atop the fabric of your form-fitting black dress. he then pushes your back against the door, and his lips press warm, open-mouthed kisses against your neck. it’s incredibly difficult to resist him. you want to melt into his touch, especially when his teeth scrape softly against your powerful pulse. his hands start to push up your dress.

“n-no,” you grunt as butterflies rush to your abdomen, “j-jeonghan, we c-can’t—,”

his hand drifts up the tender inside of your thigh, where his index and middle finger come to press against your clit through your underwear. he rubs your flesh slowly, teasingly, attempting to sway your earlier conviction. his teeth nip at your ear, and something molten dampens between your legs when his tongue then licks at the firm bone of your jaw.

“don’t be like that,” jeonghan hums to you enticingly, “i can feel how wet you are, princess. you want me to fuck you now, hmm?” he pushes his fingers against the fabric, touching your slit.

“nn-not now,” you fumble with your words, “after dinner we ca—”

oh no.

you can hear your father shouting for you again. swallowing thickly, you attempt to flatten out the trembling in your vocal cords. he wants to know if you’re going to finish dinner.

“y-yes, daddy!” you yelp from the bathroom, “i’ll be there in a few minutes!”

for a short-lived moment, you lock eyes with jeonghan, and his gaze has morphed into something incredibly lustful and dark. his fingers slip beneath your underwear, and you inhale sharply upon feeling the digits stroke your folds, undeniably wet and glimmering with your own juices. he places the latter hand against the door, right next to your head, closing you in further.

jeonghan begins to push his index finger past your slit. your expression contorts heavily, like a crumpled tissue, and a tremor shoots through your legs, making them feel like jelly. the stretch is quite gentle and slight, but you feel the sensation deep in your core, to which jeonghan only increases your pleasure by slipping in his second finger. you moan softly, your walls clenching.

his knuckles stop him from pushing his slender digits any further. he curls just his fingertips, digging into your velvet-like flesh. jeonghan watches with delight as your mouth gapes open. he then leans in close to your ear, and you can practically hear the smirk in his words.

“you drive me crazy whenever you say that word, princess.”

his fingers attempt to loosen the tightness of your flesh. you can feel how he scissors them inside you, even the immoral manner in which your sweetness begins to drip down jeonghan’s hand. this kink of his – it was unbeknownst to you until this very moment, though it appears to have jeonghan wound up tremendously. admittedly, you think his kink is pretty damn hot.

you just told your family you’d be back at the table in a couple minutes, but that possibility has been continuously dwindling the second you announced it. maybe you could cum quickly if jeonghan allowed you, and nobody would suspect a thing. in order to do so, you’d have to abide to his desires. nothing satisfied you more than pressing your lips against his ear to whisper:

“oh? is that so? does it also drive daddy crazy when his princess does this?”

you grab jeonghan’s wrist and pull his hand away from your core. his fingers are sticky, glittering in your arousal that generously slicks the pretty digits. jeonghan watches you intensely as you bring his index and middle finger near your mouth, your pink tongue poking out to lap at your own sweetness. you close your lips around them and start to suckle, moaning softly in content.

jeonghan’s gaze is darker than any midnight sky. he simply can’t pry his eyes away from how you treat his fingers like his cock – swirling your tongue, slightly scraping your teeth, leaving messy trails of saliva and bobbing your head. additionally, the innocent fluttering of your eyelashes, as well as the fact that your family is down the hall, attempts to completely ruin him.

“you’re such a dirty fucking girl,” jeonghan growls lowly while pushing his fingers further into your warm, wet mouth, “what i’d give for this house to be empty. i’d bend you across every surface and fuck you like it’s the only thing you’re good for.”

you pull his fingers from your mouth and inhale a deep breath. a string of your spit catches the fluorescent light, leading from your swelled lips to jeonghan’s fingertips. he keeps his stare fixated on you while lowering his hand, moving it back beneath your dress; however, the playful nature of your expression is wiped clean when jeonghan rubs your own saliva into your clit.

he grins upon seeing your knees blatantly quiver, and your hand instinctually shoot out to grasp his shoulder. jeonghan lends the sensitive region plenty of attention. he massages the nerves and even slightly pinches it between his fingers. you yelp in a sudden jolt of pleasure, to which jeonghan has to shush you, reminding you to be quiet.

“keep your voice down, princess. i know you love it when daddy touches you like this, but you don’t want to give us away, now do you?”

“n-no, daddy.” you mewl at a pathetic, small volume.

“hmm, you’re so obedient,” jeonghan purrs while rubbing firm circles against your clit, “now, are you gonna cum, baby? at least let me taste you before we head back to the table?”

your eyes squeeze shut, and you nod your head. jeonghan slides his index and middle finger inside you again while his thumb brushes down sternly on your swollen rosebud. it’s nearly impossible for you to remain silent, especially with the sound your slick makes as jeonghan thrusts against your golden spot, abusing it repeatedly, encompassing your face in heat.

“o-ooh, ff-fuck,” you grip onto his shoulders sternly, your jaw unhinged, “m’gonna cum, daddy, please please please, m-make me cum, daddy, please—!”

at this point, neither you or jeonghan care about your reckless mewling. if anything, it fuels jeonghan to pleasure you more intensely, until the pressure in your abdomen is simply too much and your entire world sparkles as you contract around jeonghan’s long fingers. he crushes his mouth on top of yours, kissing you roughly, teeth clashing with tongue and bruised, glossy lips.

“does that feel good, princess?” jeonghan taunts as your hips attempt to ride his hand, “does it feel good when you cum on daddy’s fingers? hmm? like the dirty little girl you are?”

your head thumps against the door. everything that surrounds you spins at an indiscernible pace, and you feel nothing but the fiery thrum of pleasure that melts throughout your body. you can hardly muster the energy to whine a response. in fact, you almost don’t note that the boy had dropped onto his knees, his fingers latching around the waistband of your underwear.

he pulls the fabric a little way down your thighs, biting his lip upon seeing how much of your arousal had doused the pretty material. then, he’s bunching up your dress, your eyes rolling back into your skull the second jeonghan’s tongue buries against your pulsing core. he licks at you ravenously, eating you out to a point where you’re on the very brink of collapsing.

“fuck,” jeonghan curses as your fingers glide meekly through his thick, coffee hair, “you taste so sweet, princess.” he parts your folds and laps directly at your honeyed centre, twisting his warm, slippery tongue deep inside you, even suckles on your poor clit. you’re trembling as though you’re built of toothpicks. the dinner seems like a distant memory, something purely fictional.

“d-daddy, pl-please,” you whine, tugging in futile grasps against his scalp. jeonghan then pulls your underwear back up and helps you to stand properly.

“sorry, princess,” he apologizes, “you know i’d be tasting you all day if you let me.”

“o-oh, i know.” you respond, smiling at him faintly.

though you’re completely tended to (apart from the wet, uncomfortable underwear), you can’t even begin to imagine how badly jeonghan must be aching in his pants. however, you’ve been away from the dining room for way more than a few minutes. a prickling heat overwhelms your entire face. there’s no way the family didn’t hear your earlier moans and pleas.

“what the hell are we gonna do?” you huff, taking a seat on the toilet, allowing your legs a momentary rest. “everyone definitely heard us.”

“so?” jeonghan counters, unphased. “let’s just stay in here until they go to their party. they’re not gonna interrupt us at this point anyways.”

you’d almost slap the smirk from jeonghan’s satisfied face if your legs weren’t reduced to complete mush.

“besides, when we’re alone, you can scream for me as loud as you want.”

#seventeen smut #jeonghan smut #seventeen scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #svt smut #svt fanfic #kpop smut

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neverbeforeandneversince · 3 years ago

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Hi Becca! Happy October and it's great to hear from you (your message also made my day) 💖

Ahh yes!! I love Red the album as well!! I got into Taylor Swift's music when it came out in 2012, so I'm definitely very excited about the re-recording :D

Based on the song titles, I'm defintiely most excited about Forever Winter (I love winter and I think it will be the Red sibling of Back to December) :D Other vault tracks that I'm looking forward to: Better Man and Nothing New!

Yes!! Wildest Dreams (Taylor's Version) is amazing and so are the Fearless Vault tracks 💖 I really enjoy That's When and Forever & Always (Piano Version) from Fearless (Taylor's Version)! Taylor's vocal glow up over the years has been splendid!

P.S. In addition to Taylor Swift's re-recordings, what are other recent music releases that you've been enjoying lately?

Aww I'm so glad! I also think Forever Winter will be a great song - and great point-out that it's likely going to be the Red version of Back to December!!

I also LOVE the piano version of Forever & Always. Basically, there's not a song I don't love that she re-recorded.

Ahh, I haven't found a ton of new music lately that I've been loving sadly. And my playlist painfully needs new additions. But, I have recently discovered The Vamps and I love their music! Also liking The Kid LAROI, CHVRCHES, and some older bops! Are there any artists and/or songs that you're loving lately as well?

#becca answers #Happy October to you too!!

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #363

(one more that’s a late upload from way earlier in the day, and i yet again don’t feel like updating the answers)

What brings out the worst in you? When I'm very anxious or having a PTSD episode, I can become very snappy and just not a joy to be around. What all did you eat today? This morning I had oatmeal, I had a rice cake as a snack, and lunch was ham and cheese on a tortilla. Some people were really destructive as a child, were you? No, I was a good kid. Who was the last person you were in a car with? My mom. Who was the last person you cried in front of? It was probably Mom. Do you talk about your feelings or hide them? I usually talk about them somewhere, like in surveys if I feel I can't with anyone else. Please be vocal with your feelings. It is so destructive to let them build up. Who was the last person you were with that smelled REALLY good? I'm unsure. Do you know anyone that is gothic? A good number of people, myself included at least in spirit. ;~; I can't really afford good attire, nor do I have the patience for so much makeup maintenance. Have you seen UP? I actually haven't seen the full movie, but I'd like to. How is your mom? Stressed as fuck and tired of everything. What color hair does your mom have? She recently dyed it black. Her hair is growing back totally gray now and she hated it. She's gotten so self-conscious as she's aged. When was the last time you were told you were cute? Idk. Do you feel comfortable getting up and giving speeches? FUCK NO. Have you ever dipped french fries in a frosty? I tried it once and did not get the appeal. Did you have school/class today? No. My school endeavors are done. Do you have any paintings in your room? If so, of what? Yeah, I have my big painting of meerkats grooming above all my 'kat plushies. Have you ever had your photo professionally taken? As a child and by school photographers, anyway. Would you prefer eating jello or pudding? Pudding. After washing your hair, do you put any products in it? No. Last time you ate a salad? Like a week ago when we went to Ichiban for my sister's bday. Do you know how old your house is? No, I don't. Have you ever been described as ”adorable”? Yeah. Have you ever given a lap dance? No. They seem incredibly awkward to me?? Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make mega bucks? No. I can't do a job I hate for anything. I would be so depressed. Are you a moody person? Yes. What are you listening to? I'm watching Gab Smolders' new episode of Resident Evil 8: Village. I'm deadass watching four different LPers play it, I'm only moderately obsessed lmao. What video game could you waste the most time on? WoW, given it has like a zillion different things to do. Yet I still get bored lmao. What is your favorite condiment? Maybe Ketchup? I think I use that for the most things. What is the worst thing that you have ever done? I don't feel like getting into this. How old were you when your parents gave you the "birds and the bees" talk? They didn't; I learned in my school's sex ed in the 5th grade. Have you ever questioned whether or not you'd benefit from therapy? I have benefited from it. What would you like it to say on your gravestone? Hypothetically, idk. But I'd rather be cremated. Would you ever wear real leather or animal fur? NO. Have you ever completely failed a year of school and had to repeat a grade? No. Have you ever been bitten by an animal that wasn't a cat or a dog? Which? I think my old baby iguana bit me once or twice, not that it was very painful at her young age. I can't recall another animal. What type of literature are you most likely to read? (book, magazine, etc) Books. Do you prefer using candles, wax melts, or incense? Incense. Are you someone who actually doesn't have a Facebook? No, I have one. What kind(s) of Facebook groups are you active in, if any? I'm not really *active* in any; I just observe them and interact via "like"s. I'm actually in a whole lot of groups, though. Do you enjoy any herbal or fruit teas? What kinds? Neither. Do you hear any animals right now? No. What are your thoughts on Avenged Sevenfold? I know and like a few songs, especially "Dear God." Do you like Batman? Yeah, I like his "refuse to murder" ideology. The only thing is I kinda have a bad connection attached to him, because Batman was Jason's thing. Have you ever played fetch with a dog? Yes. Does your house have a fireplace? Yeah actually, but it might be fake? I don't even know lol. Have you ever pet a stingray? No. Have you ever dissected a baby pig in a class at school? Oh my god, no. I literally could never. I did dissect a frog in the 7th grade that wound up to be pregnant, though... I wasn't happy about it, but at the same time it was very interesting. Who is the last baby you held? My niece. Do you like Sunkist? The orange kind is fine, but the STRAWBERRY flavor? Jfc I love that shit. Would you ever consider being a cannibal? UM NO Do you have any scars from an animal? I have a lot of scars on my hands from playing with Roman. I scar extremely easily, so just his little scrapes leave marks. Have you ever seen an Igloo? No. Do you like Korn? Love 'em. How many animals do you have? Really two, but we have three in the house right now. Idk when this dog is going away. Are you more afraid of tornadoes or hurricanes? Tornados. Ever rode in a helicopter? No. Do you like rabbits? Yes, they're adorable. Do you like mushrooms? NO. What was the last movie you cried at? I want to say Logan, but I'm not sure. I watch movies so rarely that I really don't know. Would you rather work for a small or large company? Small. I'd feel more useful. What is the rudest thing a guy has ever done to you? I don't know. Have you ever read the book 13 Reasons Why? Yeah. I thought it was good, but now I don't remember like... anything about it. What did you have for breakfast this morning? I had apple and cinnamon oatmeal. How many times have you read your favorite book? Just once. I don't re-read books. Have you ever been on Omegle? No. Are you still in love with one of your exes? "In love," no. Do you think being born was a mistake? Yeesh, no. Has a relative ever been arrested? My psychotic uncle (by marriage) has been. Was it a serious crime? Quite honestly, I don't remember. I just know he's an angry and dangerous motherfucker. Do you think the Fountain of Youth exists? No. How about in a parallel dimension? Doubtful. Do you believe humans are part of a giant alien experiment? I ponder over the possibility of being a research simulation, kind of like a much advanced version of The Sims, but I honestly doubt it. Have you ever been suicidal? Yes. Was it a passing phase or is it something controlled by medication? Therapy and medication saved me. Is there a holiday you wish no one celebrated? Which is it? Why do you feel that way? Fight me about Christopher Columbus Day. He didn't discover shit. Have you taken any writing classes? How about art? I've taken a writing course in college, and I've taken loads of art classes. What’s your all-time favourite band? How about all-time fave singer? Ozzy Osbourne; Freddie Mercury. What three songs do you want played at your funeral? Why those particular songs? "Like A Woman" by Alice Cooper, "Life Is Beautiful" by Sixx A.M., and "Angels on the Moon" by Thriving Ivory. I just like them and find them suiting. Do you think most mythological creatures exist? No. Have you ever had lice? No. What is one superstition that freaks you out? Why is that? I’m not superstitious. Are either of your parents retired yet and if not, what do they do? No. Dad is a mailman, and while Mom doesn't ~officially~ work yet because she's recovering from intense cancer treatment, she very recently resumed lightly cleaning a church for a small payment. Kinda like a warmup. When did you or do you want to move out of your parents’ house? I wanna move out once I'm in a long-term, stable relationship with someone so we can live together. Me living alone is NOT a good idea. How do you like your current job, or if you’re unemployed, have you been looking for employment? I don't have a job, but when I go to my tattoo appointment, I'm going to ask them if they'd be interested in hiring someone for the front desk. I think it's def something I could do because I love the environment, there's really not that much I need to know (like where the Doritos are, dealing with exact change, answering a dozen unique questions), it's not insanely busy, and the occasional phone call would challenge my anxiety and just be a minor inconvenience to me until I got used to it. My partial hospitalization program really got me wanting to fight back against what gives me anxiety, to truly expose myself to what scares me, while not going totally overboard with it. It was encouraging to hear my therapist there thought it was a magnificent idea for me. I decided I wanted to ask while at the parlor getting work done to show serious interest (like I'm not just some random chick walking in and asking for a job), as well as let the people warm up to me. I'm trying not to get my hopes up too much, but damn am I wishing. I want it so badly. What kind of booze did you last take shots of? I've never taken shots.

#survey #surveys #questions

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dogtrainingscoop · 4 years ago

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Miniature Husky Full Grown | Alaskan Klee Kai Husky

“The Miniature Husky Full Grown will grow to 16 inches and weigh up to 35 pounds as an adult. So, their size is much smaller than the standard Siberian Husky.”

Miniature Husky Full Grown are the darlings of the dog world! Everyone’s obsessed with their wolf-like appearance. But, not everyone can get a standard sized Husky. That’s why the Miniature Husky exists!

The Miniature Husky Full Grown is a smaller version of the Standard Siberian Husky

Author: Vernon Mclean

Miniature Husky Full Grown — Thesis Short Version

The Miniature Husky Full Grown is divided into three varieties by height:

Toy: up to 33 cm.

Miniature: 33–38 cm.

Standard: 38–43 cm.

The weight of a Miniature Husky Full Grown ranges from 4.3 to 10 kg depending on the height in the withers. In general, it is a harmonious dog with strong front and hind legs, especially strong hips. The body length is slightly longer than the height, so it seems a little elongated. The head is wide enough, but not round and not flat, the muzzle looks like a wide wedge, narrows to the nose. Ears are necessarily triangular and standing, and their ends are slightly rounded. The tail, unlike the Siberian husky, twists into the ring and rests on the back or sides, it can not be straight or too high set.

The color of wool in the representatives of the breed can be black-white, gray-white or red. The average lifespan of a dog is 14 years.

Despite the bias towards this breed, many of the Miniature Husky Full Grown has many positive traits. They always treat their master with trepidation and tenderness. They are agility and sometimes excessive activity. Loyalty to the owner is expressed in the constant desire to protect him from danger. In the form of guards, they are weak, but can warn their masters through barking.

Breed Characteristics — Miniature Husky Full Grown

Size: 13–17 inches.

Weight: 20–35lb.

Lifetime: 12–14 years.

Coat: Double coat of medium length.

Color: Lots of different colors and blends of white, black, red, brown and saber.

Temperament: Naughty, loyal and outgoing.

Intelligence: Highly.

Socialization: Independent but very sociable with humans and other dogs.

Destructive behavior: He becomes destructive if he gets bored and if he doesn’t exercise properly.

People’s skills: They can be stubborn but friendly.

Good with children: Yes

Activity levels: Very high energy level.

History Of The Miniature Husky Full Grown

The Miniature Husky was bred in Wasilla, Alaska, from the early 1970s until 1988 by Linda S. Spurlin and her family. The breed was originally obtained by crossing Siberian huskies, Alaskan huskies, and they were also added to the barks and American Eskimo dogs to reduce the size of the breed without signs of dwarfism. She was engaged in breeding as a private owner, and in the late eighties allowed to use the genus for general breeding. The subsequent unification of the genus occurred after the breed was recognized by clubs and associations for rare breeds. The Miniature Husky, or dwarf husky, better known as the Alaskan Klee-kai was officially recognized by the American Rare Breed Association in 1995. The United Kennel Club (UKC) recognized this breed on January 1, 1997.

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External Characteristics — Miniature Husky Full GrownA.The Miniature Husky Full Grown is characterized by the following external signs:

The transition from the frontal part to the muzzle is moderate. The skull has a wedge-formed shape, and the muzzle is narrowed to the nose.

The size of the muzzle is equal to the size of the head from the occipital to the forehead. The lower jaws do not stand out. The lip is predominantly black, but let’s say a lighter, hepatic color for dogs of red-white suits.

The nose is predominantly black, but white inclusions are allowed (snow, in lighter suits — dark gray.

The medium-sized eyes are planted a little obliquely. Coloring of the cornea is different, and can combine different shades. The incision of the eyes is either almond-shaped, or oval or round. The rim around the eyes should be black, and the light suits should be dark gray.

Ears are triangular upright, the tips are rounded, positioned perpendicular to the head. Thickly covered with wool. They look big relative to the head.

Body structure: medium-sized cervical section arched and raised. While running, the dog stretches the neck so that the head is parallel to the torso. The top line, from the withers and the front of the sternum, is straight. The sternum itself is wide oval in shape, slightly protruding behind the front paw line. Krup is powerful. The lumbar department is shortened and powerful, the groin is flat and already chest.

The front paws are flat, the shoulders go back at an angle, about 100 degrees relative to the shoulder blades. The stumps are shortened, slightly tilted, are strong and flexible.

The hind limbs are slightly divorced, the shin and plus form a small angle relative to the heels and hock joints, which form a 90-degree angle relative to the ground.

Paws form an oval and have a thick wool cover. The pads are thick and dense.

The tail is fluffy and wrapped in a pretzel. The tip is painted in a darker tone.

The wool cover is double. The pile in the neck is longer than on the body and forms a gate. The undercoat is thick and tender, and serves as a support for the top layer of wool.

B.Psychological Characteristics — Miniature Husky Full Grown

Although the appearance of Miniature Husky Full Grown is very similar to huskies, the nature of these breeds have significant differences:

Miniature Husky is fun and loves to participate in games, never refuse to have fun in the fresh air or take part in long walks;

The dog does not cope well with loneliness, so this breed is not suitable for those who are absent all day at home;

Miniature Husky do not bark, and communicate with the owner, and some sounds the dogs make are very similar to human talk, it is also possible to note the vocal abilities of dogs of this breed and also very funny the art of washing themselves with their front paws, like cats;

The dog is very affectionate and obedient in a group or family, and will keep guard with strangers;

Well-trained, memorizing many commands and performing them with pleasure;

Can easily live in an apartment and in a country house;

Does not conflict with other pets. They get along well with children, never showing any signs of aggression.

Intelligent and Pleasant Temperament — Miniature Husky Full Grown

At first glance, the Miniature Husky Full Grown gives the impression of an intelligent animal that moves naturally and understands everything around it. Although in the past it was used almost exclusively for tracking purposes, due to its beauty, intelligence and good and cheerful nature, it is increasingly becoming more popular.

The Miniature Husky gets along great with people, and they especially like small children. In the presence of a child he will probably try to warm them up or entertain them. They respond ok to strangers and are generally not aggressive, but will be cautious if you are also cautious. If a Miniature Husky sees that it can trust a stranger, he will quickly surrender. It is not safe to leave it with other small animals such as cats.

He is very energetic during a game and rarely aware of his size, so when you play games you should be careful, especially when close to a small child. It needs to play games, also a lot of movement and a lot of owner attention. They are stubborn, very strong for their size, so when training miniature huskies from an early age, you work hard on showing them that you are dominant. They normally live in packs, so if you do not make them aware that they’re not the leader of the ‘pack’, you could have problems. If you don’t meet their needs for running and playing, they will most likely become restless, destructive, and depressed.

These dogs don’t bark, they are mostly quiet. Howls can be heard causing people to immediately associate them with wolves. Their howls can be heard several kilometres away.

Subtleties of Care — Miniature Husky Full Grown

The Miniature Husky Full Grown is not difficult to care for. These dogs are clean and rarely end up dirty. Many members of the breed spend about an hour and a half on their hygiene daily. They do not have a pronounced dog smell and normally no bad breath. The only thing they can not clean, it’s paws, when there is wet and dirty weather.

When caring for a miniature husky, you should adhere to some simple principles:

The Miniature Husky Full Grown is not prone to diseases and is not allergic.

Due to the rare molting, the wool should be combed out as needed. To avoid oral diseases, you need to replace rubber toys every now and then.

Ears are a weak spot, so it is worth paying more attention to them.

The food should be varied, because mini huskies along with an active lifestyle can rest half a day. The diet should include both dry and wet food, vitamins in the form of treats and vegetables.

Twice a year you should cut their claws.

Because of the thick undercoat, the miniature husky does not need additional warm clothes in winter. And for the same reason should not be under direct sunlight in the summer for a long time to prevent overheating.

Character and Upbringing — Miniature Husky Full Grown

Some of the Miniature Huskies are cheerful and energetic, but not showing a predisposition to war and endless running. They love to play with different toys, to practice on sports, but most of all they like to spend time with the owner. Miniature Huskies is a cross between active terriers and quiet chow chows. They managed to gather the following qualities and characteristics:

Loyalty;

Distrust of outsiders;

Lack of malice and aggression;

Stress resistance

Learning.

These pets are unpretentious, largely due to a strong nervous system and thick wool. They do not need to wear any extras in winter or in the rain, the moisture will not get to their skin, and they’re also not scared of frost for the very same reason. They are happy to walk for several hours, but if they live in a house, then from the yard they will come to eat, sleep and check the situation in the dwelling. Miniature Huskies will not run to a stranger with joyful barking and a desire to get a little bit of affection, this dog will gently sniff and will not allow any companionship. But it will never bite, but will simply step aside and look out for potential danger.

For the same reason, it is valued for its watchdog qualities, it copes perfectly with the function of a small dog. If a child grew up with such a pet, there will be no problems in communication between them. Miniature Huskies are adapted to life in a pack, in foreign nurseries they are often kept in spacious enclosures with other dogs and would live together without judging relationships and instigating fights.

This breed is suitable for active people, home-owners find it difficult to maintain an optimal balanced life with these pets because they are active and love their games. But a responsible and active teenager can cope with the upbringing and care of a small and energetic dog. Miniature Huskies need to walk, play games and socialize with other dogs. Therefore, future owners need to expect that playtime could mean a 1.5 hour break in the afternoon, and maybe also some in the morning — around 30 minutes. Many owners note that miniature huskies like to talk, silently pronouncing words-like sounds, attracting the attention of a person or begging for goodies.

Food and Menu — Miniature Husky Full Grown

The Miniature Husky has a fast metabolism due to their small size and mobility. This in many ways forms their diet and diet. Since the weight of the Miniature Husky and the growth vary greatly, there are no specific portion sizes. The standard formula for Full Grown adults is: 3.5% protein of total weight. For example, a dog weighing 10 kg should receive 350 grams of meat or dairy products. For puppies up to 6 months the ratio is different — up to 7%, but they get food more often for normal growth and digestion. The approximate menu of an Miniature Husky Full Grown looks like this:

Meat products: 60% of the total daily serving.

Dairy products: 20%.

Cereals: 10%.

Vegetables, fruits and greens: 10%.

Meat for this breed of dog is suitable lean, chicken or turkey are well digested and give enough nutrients, but not excluded and beef, occasionally sea fish. Miniature Huskies are happy to eat kidneys or raw liver but it can disrupt digestion. Dairy products are also recommended: cottage cheese, rye. From cereals choose the least allergenic and the most useful: rice and buckwheat.

Helps in brushing teeth and vitaminizing carrots, green apple, pumpkin, and parsley is indispensable in the winter-autumn period. They are given fresh or steamed. It is better to remove Onions and Cabbage from the menu of the Miniature Husky.

The right food for Miniature Husky Full Grown:

Whether small or large, every dog appreciates it when meaty food gets into its feeding bowl. And pet’s health will also benefit from food with a high proportion of Meat / Protein. Make sure that the meat is always at the top of the food decoration, regardless of whether it is dry or wet food you offer to your dog. With puppies of smaller breeds, including Miniature Husky, follow the manufacturer’s instructions for feeding and include delicacies and snacks in their daily food intake. If you are doing a lot of pet training and prefer to encourage food intake, it is especially recommended that dry food croquettes be used to reward them. So your little dog will work for food without exceeding the permissible calorie limits. Smaller chewing bones or dried tripe fragments are excellent for treating, but always give them to the dog under supervision! Also, make sure that the animal always has enough fresh drinking water. If you want to go on longer trips with your pet in the summer, take a water bottle!

Important Nutrients for your Miniature Husky Full Grown:

Protein, fat, carbohydrates, vitamins and trace elements are the main nutrients that must enter the dog’s body through its food. They provide him with energy and ensure that his vital functions remain healthy. In contrast, missing nutrients can put a heavy strain on the whole body, bones, muscles and internal organs, as well as lead to diseases.

1.Proteins

Undoubtedly, protein is the most important source of energy for your dog. Amino acids in protein are vital. Meat is a particularly excellent source of protein. Therefore, it is advisable to feed the dog at least 70% of meat. Basically, it can be almost any kind of meat: beef, lamb, pig, rabbit or poultry. Among offal, liver, heart, kidney, spleen are recommended. The dog’s high need for meat is no accident, since it is a direct descendant of the wolf, so it is one of the carnivorous predators. Its strong teeth and chewing muscles, relatively short intestinal tract and particularly aggressive digestive fluids are the perfect “tools” for meat consumption. It is important that the meat is not cooked, as the protein content becomes denatured and unusable. Fresh, raw meat has the highest protein content. As an alternative to meat, fish may be given once or twice a week. It is also recommended to serve as freshly as possible, as it contains the most unsaturated fatty acids, easily digestible protein and vitamin D in this form. Salmon, cod, redfish, anchovies, crustaceans or shrimp are among the fish species.

2.Fats

Unsaturated fatty acids from fish are of great importance as they contribute to improving the protection against inflammation and the immune system. Dogs primarily need omega-3 fatty acids of animal origin, but omega-6 fatty acids in vegetable oils are also important, which is usually sufficiently found in meats. Oils are essential to absorb important vitamins in your pet’s body. Therefore, it is always worth watering vegetables with a little animal oil, such as salmon oil. In order to avoid overweight four-legged food, the fat content of the food should be significantly less than its protein or carbohydrate content. In addition, nuts contain natural fatty acids, which is recommended only when grated or ground.

3.Carbohydrates

Carbohydrates found in potatoes and grains, which is not a vital nutrient for dogs. Most of the food available in pet shops contains carbohydrates, so it is not necessary to give them separately. If you only feed your dog raw food, it is best to feed it to your dog in flakes such as oats or millet flakes.

4.Vitamins and trace elements

Your dog’s diet should contain vitamins and trace elements, which are found primarily in vegetables, fruits and herbs. Nutrients interact with each other, which means that one is often needed for the other to be absorbed. Therefore, we do not recommend a one-sided diet, so do not give meat to your pet, for example. It is ideal if a dog eats about 25% of vegetables and fruits with 70% meat and only about 5% grain. Celery, carrots, courgettes, pumpkins or domestic fruits such as apples, pears or other berries may be brought to the meat when grated or lightly cooked.

5.Calcium

Calcium is found primarily in milk and dairy products. However, an overdose of calcium can be dangerous, especially in dogs that are not yet fully developed. Therefore, it is advisable not to include milk on the menu of adult dogs or only to a very small extent. Cow’s milk is a particularly unsuitable ingredient, as it rarely leads to allergies or other intolerance.

Possible Diseases — Miniature Husky Full Grown

Since the removal of this species, no genetic defects have been identified, which means that there are no characteristic diseases in Miniature Huskies. However, there is always a risk of contracting canine sores such as cystitis, diarrhea, fleas, lichens, colds and poisoning.

Very rarely can a blood disease be detected, where a lethal outcome would be inevitable, if no action is taken in terms of treatment. But it’s more of an exception to the rule.

Despite excellent health, it is still necessary to vaccinate Miniature Huskies. The first planned comprehensive vaccination is carried out by the breeder, when the puppy reaches the age of 8–9 weeks, and the second — after 3–4 weeks.

Subsequent preventive vaccinations are carried out at a year’s interval.

The vaccine includes products capable of resisting dog ailments such as parvovirus (hemorrhagic) enteritis, piroplasmosis, leptospirosis, plague and rabies.

Pros and Cons — Miniature Husky Full Grown

The Miniature Husky Full Grown looks very similar to the Siberian husky: black and white, gray-white, brown-white or pure white, blue eyes. Among the Miniature Husky there are also “harlequins”, in which one eye is blue and the other is amber or brown. The differences are in the shorter face, large ears and tail raised ring, like a rough one. And, of course, the size — the height of these dogs on the withers can be from 32 to 45 centimeters.Of course, such a dog is much easier to keep in an urban environment than large dogs. This baby inherited its best qualities from the Huskies: it does not freeze even with a hard frost, does not require a haircut, does not bark, loves children very much, trains easily. Miniature Husky is a very mobile and energetic dog, a little prone to diseases. Almost odorless and rarely causes allergies. But twice a year, like Siberian huskies, they take a shower and require special care for wool during this period.

Of course, such a dog is much easier to keep in an urban environment than large dogs. This baby inherited its best qualities from the Huskies: it does not freeze even with a hard frost, does not require a haircut, does not bark, loves children very much, trains easily. Miniature Husky is a very mobile and energetic dog, a little prone to diseases. Almost odorless and rarely causes allergies. But twice a year, like Siberian huskies, they take a shower and require special care for wool during this period.

The main disadvantage of this dog is its price, which is not affordable to all. The first puppies in the Russian kennel were born only in October 2013. In American nurseries, the cost of a Miniature Husky can be as high as $5,000.

When choosing a pet one should take into account that it is a very active breed, which requires daily long walks and games, as well as a lot of attention. Miniature Husky can’t stand to be alone. But on the other hand, this little copy of Husky will reward you with its dedication and give you a lot of positive emotions.

Would he be a Good Pet — Miniature Husky Full Grown?

Yes, Miniature Husky Full Grown makes a great pet, but only for the rightful owner.

Although they are friendly and loving, they are not a good choice for novice dog owners and less active people.

The ideal owner of a Miniature Husky Full Grown will be an active, open person who can provide the dog with enough places to walk, run and plenty of time to participate in joint activities.

A bored Miniature Husky Full Grown that’s left alone (inside or outside) is a recipe for disaster.

A Miniature Husky needs active and engaged owners, as well as a lot of training and socialization to avoid bad habits, including running and more running!

A Miniature Husky is an ideal companion that you will have alongside you on all kinds of open adventures and sports such as backpacking, running, walking and all other kinds of physical activities.

5 Fun Facts About a Miniature Husky Full Grown

Husky almond-shaped eyes allow them to squint and keep snow out of their eyes.

They are very good escape artists.

One of the few breeds of dog with penetrating blue eyes.

Due to their double layer, they can withstand extremely cold weather.

They are very loud and like to howl.

Power of Love — Miniature Husky Full Grown

Although Alaskan Miniature Husky Full Grown likes to be in the ring, Linda S. Spurlin emphasized in her publications that the primary purpose of human-created dog breeds is not to perform at exhibitions, but to enrich human life. Today, the Miniature Husky fulfills its useful mission as a therapy dog in hospitals for incurable patients and in nursing homes, and is also a welcome and successful breed of dog in agility games. It is also bought by many people who are enchanted by the mystical northern beauty of the husky, but do not take on the sporty lifestyle and reinforced fence that comes with it.

The Miniature Husky gives them the northern illusion while remaining a pleasant matured, obedient and easy-to-use social dog. With his kind nature, he warms people’s hearts, gives love, and receives love in return, but he is not suitable for all people. If you choose a dog, you need to know the characteristics of the breed, your own housing situation, your rhythm of life and your free time with your dog number. You must find a dog that you can love and care for with all your soul from the beginning until the end arrives.

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