#Bon Echo Inn

[lindaseccaspina]

The Mazinaw Rock Collection... More on the Bon Echo Inn -- The Ouija Board Conversation

Photo- Collotype Reception room, Bon Echo Inn, near Pakenham, Ont., circa 1910Unknown / UnknownMP-0000.726.6   Flora MacDonald Denison, an Ontario-based inn owner said that The Bon Echo Inn had her favorite poet’s words etched forever into a granite cliff. Mac-Donald-Denison decided to model her quiet piece of paradise after the spiritual humanism and democratic idealism of her poet hero,…

[the-wardens-torch]

WOL as a Recruitable NPC (DA-Style)

I fell down an FFXIV blog rabbit hole and found this delightful meme by @vaniccio​ and wanted to do it despite the fact that I only played one DA game (Origins, which I didn’t actually finish, eheh.) and have barely any knowledge of the Tarot, aside from vague descriptions of the higher arcana.

Anyway, thank you stranger! This definitely helped me in my continuing quest to get my imagination warmed up in time for FFXIVwrite2022!

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Name: Falerin Arcita

Alternate Name or Alias?: None

Race & Job: Hyur Midlander BRD/SMN (for all intents and purposes)

Nickname: Fal

Default Tarot Card: The Tower

Do they have the Echo? If so, how did they discover it?: He does not, although he does have other unique talents.

How/where does the WoL meet them?: Unbeknownst to the WoL, they actually met him on the night of the Bloody Banquet in Ul’Dah, where he was a chamber musician at a pre-party. He was very taken with the WoL, and after the unfortunate events of that night, helped sabotage efforts to find them and ‘bring them to justice.’ He didn’t believe for a second that the WoL was capable of such a crime and helped engineer a sort of grassroots “no snitches” pact, particularly among the Ala Mhigan refugees, and various other folks that had been aided by the WoL.

How are they recruited into the Scions?:  Riol recruits him once the heat dies down after the banquet (sometime during HW) Officially, his abilities are information gathering and light espionage, and acting as a sort of self-appointed morale officer, keeping everyone’s spirits up with a nigh-endless supply of songs and stories. His arcane abilities (including a very unique and flexible aetherial familiar and the ability to use arcanima without a tome) also do not go unnoticed and probably clinched his membership in the eyes of the more studious Scions. This annoys him greatly as they are not what he wishes to be defined by.

Romanceable?: Yes (he’s a cis male and pansexual.)

Where they are in the open world:

(As a Scion): The Seventh Heaven in Mor Dhona.

(As a NPC): Rotates between the bars/inns of the big 3 city-states.

Default saying:

(As a Scion): Hello there, friend! *smiles and does the  /welcome emote* Business or pleasure?

(As a NPC): We’ve met, haven’t we? I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to lately!

What do they typically do off-screen?: He’s usually out carousing at bars/performance venues or dropping in on friends unexpectedly (he curbs this to an extent if he becomes a Scion and will gladly go on information gathering/diplomacy missions... and combat missions as well, if its absolutely necessary.)

Things they Generally Approve of:

Sassing authority figures who abuse their power.

Aiding/protecting vulnerable people (particularly refugees)

Curiosity/an inquiring temperament.

Things they Generally Disapprove of:

Violence for its own sake.

Societies/governments that prioritize tradition/custom/tribalism over the happiness and well-being of people (any people.)

Pretentious/arrogant behavior.

Are they in a Grand Company? Which one?: He got his chocobo from the Order of the Twin Adder, but doesn’t swear fealty to them.

Friends:

Within the Scions:  Thancred (he just knows there’s a bon vivant under that dadly exterior just dying to get out again), F’lhaminn (she lost a Hyuran child, he lost a Miqo’te mother, they comfort each other) Hoary Boulder (Gods know the Scions need more cheerful folk like him) Tataru (Most underrated Scion.)  (He’d make it his business to befriend everyone else too though...)

Outside the Scions: Momodi (he enjoys trading lusty stories with her,)Tiamat (its a long story) Guydelot (fellow spoony, probably-not-heterosexual bard) Methuli (he makes and delivers leather to the Ehcatl Nine and they enjoy teasing each other.) A few of my friends’ PCs.

Small side mission:

When the WoL gains access to Sharlayan, they will be surprised to find Fal in the studium library, reading up on arcanima. If pressed about it, he’ll eventually reveal that he’s trying to find something he can talk about with his estranged-until-quite-recently father, who is a scholar living in Idyllshire. *insert some dialogue trees and travel back to Idyllshire here followed by more dialogue trees*

Ultimately it turns out Fal’s father has no desire to relate to his son in a loving parental fashion, and the reconciliation ultimately fails no matter what the WoL does. Fal acknowledges that he never thought it would work anyway, and loves (platonically or otherwise) the WoL all the more for trying.

The reward for this quest is a broken ruby statuette of a bee that considerably boosts Fal’s magical abilities.

Potential tarot card changes:

If accepted into the Scions:  The Sun

If romanced by the WoL:  The Magician

If not recruited/kept as an adventurer:  The Hermit

Might as well tag some folks?  @captainkurosolaire, @lettersnorth, @nutley-rp​ and @kich-rp?

[koolkat9]

In the Deep (Ch. 5)

How Does He Know You Love Him?

In a matter of days, I was right as rain again. Although it was nice for Ludwig to come to visit me in bed, I was excited to get out of that room and back near the sea. Also, knowing I wouldn’t have to worry about Ludwig drying up was another benefit of our regular spot. I still couldn’t shake the sounds of his gasps from my mind. Unfortunately, there was more than that to worry about. Ever since that night with Ludwig in the tub, ignoring my feelings for him had become difficult and there was no more hiding of the fact that I had fallen in love.

“Have you ever been in love?” I asked Francis carefully over breakfast. Francis was the last person I wanted to be talking to about this, but it wasn’t like I knew anyone else around. Though, the sight of him almost choking on his water made it a bit more bearable.

“What has brought this on?” 

“Fine…” I gulped not wanting to say what I was about to. “You were right,” I whispered.

“Quoi? I didn’t hear you.”

I groaned, burying my face into my hands. “You were right. I think I love Ludwig.”

“Ah! C’est bon,” Francis exclaimed, practically bouncing in his seat. Maybe I should have just suffered in silence. Now the frog could brag and tease me to his heart's content, knowing he was right and possibly.

“Yeah, Yeah. Now about your love life. Do you have a partner?”

Francis’ smile faltered slightly, his eyes becoming somewhat sad. “Oh..oui. Two to be exact. We’re all engaged actually. Hopefully, they’ll keep their damn promise and sit down with me to plan the wedding once they get home from their fishing trip.”

“You miss them?” I asked without really thinking. It wasn’t like I cared for Francis, it was only a natural question. Seeing him sad definitely didn’t make me feel bad. Not at all.

“Yes. Very much. But that’s what it's like when you’re in love.”

I tried to push back a smile, but I still felt the corners of my mouth twitch. Who knew he could be so...sentimental...dare I say sweet. But this talk about missing people was bringing up some unpleasant feelings of my own so I figured it was best to move on. “I guess. So...How exactly did you guys end up together?”

“Oh, it's such a romantic story!” 

So the first of the two he met was his childhood friend Antonio. They apparently had shared their first kiss, but didn’t actually start dating until after their schooling. Shortly after that, they moved in together as Francis had inherited the inn from his parents and Antonio had started a fishing business. While out on one of his fishing excursions, Antonio came across their other partner, Gilbert, who was shipwrecked. But there seemed to be more to it. When Francis talked about this part of the story, he seemed hesitant, almost like he had to think about what he had to say. It felt off to me, but I didn’t say anything. I just needed to see that he wasn’t just all talk when it came to love. Francis went on, explaining how Antonio and Gilbert got close during that trip and they fell in love. Antonio brought Gilbert home to introduce him to Francis and the three became instant friends. Soon enough Francis also started to fall for Gilbert and he eventually confided in Antonio about it. Antonio who had also started with feelings proposed they try and court Gilbert together. 

“One thing led to another,” Francis sighed dreamily, “and we started dating and got engaged about a year and a half later.”

“That’s...quite the story.”

“Yes. They come home in about two weeks.” Francis suddenly sprung up. “Oh Arthur, you’ll be able to meet them. We could even have a double date with you and Ludwig.”

I rolled my eyes. “Ludwig and I aren’t even dating so don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Ah, right,” Francis said, taking a seat once more. “Well if you want my advice-”

“I don’t.” I did. And he knew it.

“Just be honest with him Arthur. I’m pretty sure he likes you too.”

My cheeks went warm at the comment. It's not like I hadn’t considered Ludwig returning my feelings, but it couldn’t be that easy. Could it? Francis must have picked up on my hesitation as he went on to add, “All you can do is try.”

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The salty sea air filled my lungs as I took a deep breath. ‘All you can do is try,’ echoed through my mind as I cautiously made my way across the rocky path. Ludwig turned towards me, practically glowing in the sunlight, stopping me in my tracks. I probably stared for a bit too long. 

“Guten Abend,” he greeted with a small smile.

“Ah...y-yes good evening,” I stuttered out. 

“Are you going to sit?” Ludwig asked after a moment. 

Mentally kicking myself for being so awkward, I sat down next to him, but I was unable to meet his gaze.

“Everything okay?”

“Just peachy.”

“Okay…” He didn’t seem to believe me, but at the same time, he didn’t ask further. “So...any questions for today?”

Thank goodness, something normal. I had welcomed the distraction until I realized I had nothing to ask except for one topic. That topic was part of what had me so on edge in the first place. Then again, asking about mating rituals of his kind would be educational, normal, and possibly give me the confidence I needed. 

“Y-Yes...we’ve covered almost everything b-but...there is one more thing...we talked about it a little bit a few nights ago-”

“Just spit it out Arthur,” Ludwig interjected sharply.

“Mating Rituals. Does your kind have any mating rituals?”

His cheeks flushed and shoulders stiffened. “M-Mating rituals?” he sputtered.

“Yes...You don’t have to share anything you don’t want to. I just…”

“It's okay.” His voice was too high-pitched for me to believe that, but I let him continue. “Well...There’s..um...Sorry...I’m not the most experienced with this stuff.”

“Don’t worry. Just do what you can.”

With a breath, Ludwig went on. “Well...I better start at the beginning. Usually the more...I guess...masc-...wait no...dominant ones of our species will start building nests with all kinds of plants and coral they can find. Some go for comfort, some make it more decorative, or a mix in between. It's all to attract a mate. It used to be used as...y-you know…” His gaze shifted awkwardly down to his lap, his blush creeping down his neck. “To have babies. But it's not like that anymore. At least not solely...for childbearing I mean but-”

“I get the picture,” I coughed awkwardly. Not that the idea of having sexual relations with Ludwig never crossed my mind (if anything it crossed my mind a little too much), but to talk so openly about it gave me anything but confidence. “Anything else?” 

“There is a calling in our language. It is a certain pattern of chirps and clicks that also attract potential mates. Once we find someone, we further engage in conversation and go from there.”

“Do you mind showing me?” I asked, “the call I mean.”

“Oh...uh...s-sure.” Ludwig looked a bit unsure, but proceeded anyway. He sounded almost like a dolphin, but it was still distinct enough. I found my cheeks heating up, my mind thinking what it would be like if he was calling to me like that. I shook my head, patting my cheeks to get rid of their colour. I didn’t need him getting suspicious. 

“What about you?” Ludwig questioned.

“What?”

“What kind of rituals does your kind have?”

I was surprised that he was asking now too. He never asked for prior questions. For a moment I allowed myself to hope, to think that this meant he liked me too. And I answered: “Hmm...there are a few though not everyone uses the same ones. But basic ones? There is the ritual of giving gifts like flowers, chocolates, jewelry…”

“Like my bracelet?” Ludwig’s eyes met mine. I felt like I just backed myself into a corner and more words got trapped in my throat. My gaze fell to the water. 

“I...um...ah...tech...I…well…”

“Arthur?” His hand found my shoulder, constricting my throat further. This was my chance, I had narrowed a confession down to one word.

“N-No,” I said instead. “Gifts can be for a variety of reasons. This one was out of guilt and...friendship.” At least it wasn’t a complete lie. 

“Oh…” His face fell, looking almost disappointed. “Anything else?”

“Well, then we go on a date which means we go to a restaurant or some other venue and get to know each other. Then there is the first kiss.”

“First kiss?” Ludwig asked with a quirked brow.

“Uh...Yes...Like, when you press your lips together and…”

“I think you need to show me.”

I swore I almost broke my neck when I turned back to him.“What?”

“Show me.” There was this intense fire in his eyes as he bore into me. My heartbeat quickened and my breath became short. That sly bugger. 

“I-I guess it can’t be helped,” I squeaked. I cautiously leaned forward, eyes closed, too scared to look. Ludwig ended up meeting me halfway just as I was about to give into my nerves. My eyes snapped open as his lips softly pressed against mine. They were cold, wet, but made me feel warm inside and out. It was like I was on fire, just like that moment from a few nights ago. As the kiss continued, I let my eyes slip closed and pulled him closer by his neck. Oh God, it was better than I could ever imagine. 

Unfortunately, we had to pull away, both of us gasping for breath. I didn’t move far, however, letting our breaths mingle. “I thought you didn’t know what a kiss was,” I joked, pressing my forehead against Ludwig’s.

“Maybe that was a lie,” he laughed sheepishly.

“So...are you going to make me a nest?”

“Shut up,” He hissed before going in for another kiss. 

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this chapter took so long. I had bad writer’s block for it, then I got caught up in ship events here on Tumblr and then university started which is taking up a lot of my time. That being said, updates won’t be as consistent as they once were, but don’t worry, I would never discontinue this story.

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[crowleyellestair]

Love your work! Would you mind doing the wolves (maybe sans geralt bc you’ve already done him) taking care of a reader with a migraine?

AN/// Sorry for the delay. Work and life have been crushing, but here it is!!! I really hope you like it :) Again, very sorry for the wait. I hope you’re not undergoing a migraine while reading. Much love <3

 //L//

There wasn’t much that bugged Y/n. She was strong willed and had a high tolerance for anything, thus being able to endure the force that is Lambert. She often laughed when people claimed Jaskier to be the most outspoken and dramatic, knowing the youngest witcher held that crown. Fights happened between the two and often, but they both never had any true venom behind their words. While Y/n was like most, and gave Lambert a firm hand, the grip she had was gentle, knowing that behind that angry exterior was a man who simply sought happiness and the simpler things in life. She didn’t pull any punches when joking or handling the man, but endearments and affection were also paid to him in full, if not more so.

Migraines were commonplace for Y/n, though she had medication to subdue them quickly and with ease. In Oxenfurt, she had befriended a medical student, the two of them experimenting with things to help Y/n’s headaches. It seemed dangerous, and some things they had tried could be considered that, but in the end, they found the perfect mix. Though, her medical friend stayed near Novigrad, and Y/n was currently galivanting with Lambert in the south.

It started with the pressure behind her nose, building and spreading to her cheeks and behind her eyes. She swore to whatever force it was that felt like it was trying to push the eyes out of her sockets. The heels of her hands had pressed against them, but even her eyebrows were sensitive, the hairs irritating as they moved, follicles tiny pinpricks. It spread to her temples and her skin felt tight by her ears. Ringing was heard at every noise around her. Her body felt sore as she sat up in the bedroll pile, they often created by pushing the two traveler’s beds together with the effect of a larger one to snuggle. Lambert wouldn’t admit it or bring it up, but if their cuddling was ever mentioned or joked about, the man would brag about his spooning and comfort skills.

Her hips popped as she brought her knees to her chest, and the ache rippled throughout the rest of her body. Her eyes were squinting as they gazed over the view. It was hot the previous night, so the two found a cave somewhat higher in the mountain rage they were crossing, and the view was gorgeous. She could see a crystal-clear stream running through sparse trees that grew throughout the valley below. Y/n noticed Lambert was gone, and she sighed her thanks to anyone listening to her thoughts, slowly leaning over to blindly sift through her bags, looking for water. A loud noise just outside of the cave’s mouth made her cringe and ball herself up for a moment. Ringing followed, as well as drums pounding behind her eyes and through her temples. A softer sound was heard a second later, followed by a familiar, proud, booming voice.

“Even in the steepest fucking mountain side we could have camped in, we have warm breakfast! Bon appe… you know.” Lambert’s rare forgetfulness would have been funny if his voice didn’t bounce off the walls, dropping on her eardrums like raining arrows. There was a silence that followed his statement, his hands on his hips, waiting for the retort. He squinted when he didn’t receive it, knowing full well she was awake, but went to pull the small doe into the cave. The behavior of his beloved companion set alarms off, and he was immediately on edge, though he didn’t outwardly show it. This was new territory, and he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want whatever conflict he was about to face. Out of desperation, he resorted to a Vesemir impression to try and lighten the tone.

“The early bird cannot fetch the worm if it has no desire to fly. While we cannot fly, we can find other means to get the worm that other birds can’t.” At some point, a hand found his hip and a finger started to wag.  His brows furrowed and he leaned over her form. His voice was normal, the edge somewhat showing. “I don’t know what you’re doing, but I wish it would stop-.”

“Lambert!” She shrunk away from her own voice that echoed back to her in full force. The harshness grating on her, not wanting him to feel the anger as well. Because she was angry. Y/n didn’t know why she had to suffer through these spells of headaches, wishing life would let up a bit on its berating habits. Lambert had flinched away from her, standing once more. His cat eyes were wide, and he took a step back. The true growl that came to her while she yelled his name was something he never wished to hear from her, having heard it from so many that hurt him before.

Tears started to drop, and Y/n scrunched her eyes close as tightly as possible, trying to block out the light, but also trying to turn to the man.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I can’t… It…” Her voice was a whisper, and despite his pounding heart, he dropped to a knee in front of her. He felt like a helpless child, wanting to get back into his mother’s good graces again, but it was so much more than that. He loved Y/n with all his being, and this was something he couldn’t handle. Her anger towards him is one thing, but true distain even slightly pointed in his direction was another. Lambert would do anything to right this, despite the unfamiliar fear that gripped him. His mind shrunk into itself, ready to lash out in defense despite months of being with her and being open.

“’It’ what? What’s happening?” He matched her whisper, outstretching a hand. It never landed against her skin, despite wanting to wipe the tears away and going to what their lives were before this.

“Migraine. It’s too loud. Bright. I need a minute.” The instant relief that flooded through him almost got out of hand. He didn’t know what he expected her to say, but knowing it wasn’t life changing was a relief. He nodded, now determined and grateful for the luck that has fallen upon him. Lambert stood quickly, marching out of the cave and climbing faster than when he entered. Y/n swore to herself, angry and in pain. She didn’t mean to yell or have her anger that was pointed at her body to be pointed towards her witcher, it simply happened. More tears fell as she curled back up, rubbing her temples in vain.

Lambert landed at the mouth of the cave once more, quietly walking to his lover. He placed the daisy like flowers in her lap, Y/n having shifted into a sitting position minutes ago. Her eye peeped open in question and felt even worse about yelling.

“Lambert-.”

“Shh, I have this.” His soft, coaxing tone cut off her apologies as he found a bowl in their bags to grind the plant’s leaves. After it was successfully made into a past, he opened their food pack for the bread they had, spreading it, and smiling to the loaf. He insisted they get the onion clove loaf, as he had taste despite being a witcher. It was the same price as a plane loaf, what did she expect? He knew the deliciousness of the bread wouldn’t even out the bitterness of the plant, but it would help. Lambert plopped himself in front of her, staring intently as he held out the loaf. Y/n took it, eating it quickly and trying to steel herself from expressing the gross taste. Cat eyes bore into her frame, waiting and hoping. His hands perched on his knees, teeth worrying slightly into his bottom lip. It seemed at this point, Lambert would eradicate her migraine simply through pure will, his stare taking even Y/n aback. She stared back, never backing down from his gaze until Lambert smiled. Her brow rose in question, and his voice was full once more. “See, I told you I had it.”

Y/n took inventory of her body after not flinching away from the tone. The pain had receded, and only aches were left. It wasn’t fully gone, but the plant along with Lambert’s distracting visage had worked wonders. She smiled to him, but it dropped quickly.

“Lamb, I’m sorry.” He shook his head, smirking.

“There’s no need to be.” Despite the storm passing, he was truly scared earlier. Y/n meant too much to him to have anything go wrong. Lambert knew, however, that even if she had meant to yell at him, he would endure it. He would do anything to make it better, despite what happened to him. Y/n was worth everything and more than he had to give. He made it a habit to pick Feverfew, the plant he used, as much as possible. He always carried the paste in a vile next to his potions in the ‘chest of important things’ as he liked to call it from then on.

 //E//

 “Oh, sweet Melitele.” Y/n groaned as she rolled over. She found herself alone under the covers, completely pulling the sheets over her head. The only light in the room came from the candles at the desk in the corner. Eskel had the habit of waking up after a couple of hours, the time used to check the camp perimeter or inn’s hiding spots. In Kaer Morhen, the habit didn’t change, though he simply reads. His attention was brought to the bed at the sound of a pain groan and exclamation.

“Y/n?” His voice came out as a whisper, only having an idea of what was happening. She had only been sleeping lightly for as long as he left the bed, so it could have easily been frustration due to exhaustion. His suspicions where confirmed however when the only response was a breathless grunt and the furs tightening around her form. He closed the book, walking over the bowl of water they kept near the window as Y/n often woke up thirsty in the night despite his constant reminders to stay hydrated. His feet lazily shuffled to grab a small cloth, folding it and submerging it into the cold water. Eskel blew out the candles, and made his way back to the bed. The brunette sat, Y/n slowly popping her head out from under the covers and into his lap. The towel was placed on her forehead, the cold water taking her mind to the shocking feel. His large fingers gently rubbed against her temples, the pressure trying to ease the ache.

Eskel’s lover quickly lost herself, only being tied down to the earth by the legs her head rested on and the fingers at her temples. The darkness and silence, along with the cold towel brought her mind away from the pain. After a handful of moments, Eskel started to whisper, reciting Y/n’s favorite novel. Her mind had another thing to focus on, and after a long while, the pain was gone.

“Thank you. Sorry I interrupted reading time.” Eskel gave a soft smile, leaning down and placing a kiss on the damp skin after lifting the towel.

“I love you,” he spoke softly. He said it as though it was the obvious reason why he did anything, especially helping out with her migraine. She smiled back softly, knowing he could see it.

“Not as much as I love you, cutie.” He scoffed quietly at the name, rolling his eyes. It had taken years for him to finally believe her when she called him that. It used to bring pain and make his chest hurt, but now it made him feel light. It made him proud somehow. The witcher was elated to have her as his other half, all the trust he had to give lying within her frame. They had gone through a lot together, their bond becoming unbreakable. Eskel could help her migraines in his sleep and her large heart could warm him from miles away.

He tossed the towel to the dirty pile of clothes in the corner of the room as she slowly started to shift. Eskel laid back as she turned to wrap herself around him. Her arms wound under his arms, hands resting under his shoulder blades. Her legs intertwined with his and her cheek nuzzled against his own. Light kisses dusted over his entire face, starting at the bottom of his scar at his jaw. No inch of his skin was left un-kissed in thanks for helping. His hands wrapped around her lower back, squeezing her to himself. Neither fell asleep right away, simply resorting to whispering sweet nothings to the other.

//V//

 Vesemir didn’t have many opportunities to be what he always wanted. Despite his lectures to the boys, telling them to never have a family or hope to be a parent, the old witcher always wanted to be a father. He had regrets, and one major one was not doting on his pups like he had wanted to when they were younger. But things were different now, and he could do what he liked, though they were too old to want what he wanted to give. Then Y/n came along. Geralt had a habit of bringing friends along to the keep, and no one ever refused the company, secretly wanting friendly faces, even if they belonged to a sorceress. Y/n wasn’t such entity, being merely a human, which allowed him to dote.

It was the small things that he allowed himself to do. He tried to keep his caring under lock and key, giving her just as many chores and rules as the other. The old witcher showed through giving her an extra sticky bun or lighting the only scented candle they had in the hot spring before she had her time alone in the pool. An extra fur blanket was left on her bed and the hearth in her room was always lit as she retired for the light, Vesemir lighting it as he passed to his own room.

They weren’t grandiose actions, but the hugs she graced him in thanks or the bright smiles he received made him aware how appreciated it was. And that made his old heart swell, knowing he is that figure he always wanted to be. Of course, he does the same for his sons, just in altered ways he knows they’ll appreciate more and there’s little outward thanks in return.

His parental need went into overdrive when one morning she padded down to the main hall, completely a mess. Usually, she would be completely ready for the day, up when the wolves woke, a bright smile gracing everyone. This morning, however, she had the extra fur wrapped tightly around herself. It was late in the morning, and he had waited in the hall for her, sending the boys out training already. The bags under her eyes made her whole visage look sunken and she squinted anytime she stepped out of the shadows. Vesemir met her in the shadows, his hand barely brushing her back.

“What’s wrong?” She blinked up at him, eyes droopy from exhaustion.

“Um,” her voice cracked loudly, and she flinched. “Headache.” The witcher acknowledged with a hum, turning her and leading her to the kitchen. There was only one window, and he sat her down at the end of the workspace where the light didn’t really touch. Water appeared in front of her and his voice softly drifted to her.

“You need to stay hydrated.” Y/n nodded, grabbing the cup and drinking half of its contents. There was quiet shuffling coming from the other end of the kitchen, Vesemir’s eyes frequently watching the woman. Her figure was slumped over, taking deep breaths and hands rubbing her eyes and temples. Sympathy ran through his veins, his need to help and care taking over. While he wouldn’t usually make a different meal than the food he had already prepared, he assumed this was an okay time to bend the rules. And no one was around to see it anyways.

Milk was pulled, along with oats, cinnamon, brown sugar and almonds. A pot with the milk started to boil as he tried to crush the almonds into smaller pieces as quietly as possible. The oats went into the pot, as well as the almonds. Soon, the cinnamon and sugar were dumped into a bowl with the oats and stirred, gently placed in front of Y/n’s sagging figure. He poured more water into the now empty cup, his spare hand gently placing itself on her head, letting it lightly run down her hair. He knew it was something really only done to comfort or praise a small child, but he couldn’t help himself. His ears picked up a small thank you, and he left her to watch over training. Once that was over, he made sure to check on her in her room, bringing in a small lavender plant he re potted, knowing the scent helped such things. More water was also brought, and he was relieved and content to see her in a deep sleep, a small smile on her face.

[sandpumpkin]

MORE SANDPUMPKIN! I’m on a roll!! Featuring Benn!! Some soft Benn TwT 

@one-piece-dumpster-fire​

The sequel to this Meeting a Legend Pumpkin gets into a sticky situation and is saved by Benn...

some mild violence. Soft Benn... Ft Captain Chomp~

“Has anyone seen Chompy?” Hana called noticing the large fancy bananawani house was vacant. 

“Pumpkin, you’d know if we’d see your snappy pet..” Elon reminded, none were fond of the bananawani which was understandable they were quite bity. 

“That’s true.”

“Wait..it didn’t catch up to you?” Oren asked, noticing Hana’s concerned expression. She rounded on him in seconds waiting for his explanation “It left after you earlier. I wasn’t going to stop it!” Oren whined “I like having hands!”

“He couldn’t have gotten far.” Hana rambled pacing around in a circle “I’m going to find him!” she announced grabbing her bag as she headed towards the plank “I should be back by dinner!” she added disappearing back into town. 

“Should we have stopped her?”

“It’ll be fine. Boss said it himself. It’s safe enough.” The twins looked at each other slowly “He’s going to kill us isn’t it?”

-

“Chompy?!” Hana called, looking at the ground maybe he left little footprints. She entered the town and asked a few of the villagers “Excuse me, you haven’t seen a bananawani about this big-” the man looked at her horrified “Oh..okay no then..Thank you!” she carried on her search, stopping at the butchers to procure some meat to try and lure the gator out. “Where did you get to?” she sighed looking around the streets anxiously. Absorbed in her worry she didn’t notice a towering figure behind her until they had set their hands on her shoulders making her yell loudly and using the teachings of Bon Kurei whirled around and kicked the perpetrator in the crotch which was difficult since they were taller but her practise had paid off. The towering form did crumple to the floor. “Oh..you..were with Red hair..” Rockstar looked up at her with a pained smiled,

“- I saw that crocodile thing. Some men had it went into the woods that way-” Hana followed his gesture and nodded turning back to him still on the floor, she looked back and forth quickly and bowed suddenly,

“I’m sorry! Thank you!” and with that she bolted off towards the forest. “Please be okay Chompy.”

-

Shanks found Rockstar slowly lifting himself from the floor “ahaha..Rockstar what are you doing?”

“That orange haired girl..”

Shanks pondered a moment before the berri dropped “Ah, Benn’s adorable little fan...she kicked you?” Rockstar nodded, 

“I told her some guys had her pet-”

Shanks stared at him blankly “Not part of Crocodiles crew?” Rockstar shook his head 

“Could be marines?”

“You fool!” Shanks shouted “That lass..go tell Crocodile about the situation.” Shanks ordered, scratching his head in thought, turning to Benn “We’ll go make sure she’s in any trouble.” Benn nodded and led the way toward the forest.

-

Hana pushed through the foliage checking under bushes as she went “Chompy?!” she called loudly “Chompy?!” she choked back tears, what if he was hurt? And scared?! The sound of an animal in distress reached her ears. “Chompy?!” she cried running towards the sound, she came to a clearing where she found her little gator struggling to get out tightly tied fishnet. “Chompy!” she bolted into the clearing, falling to her knees scooping up Captain Chomp “it’s okay I’m here now.” usually that was enough to soothe him but Chompy squirmed and wiggled in her arms “Whats wrong?”

“I didn’t think such an easy trap would work.” The sudden voice made Hana scramble to her feet staggering back, clutching Chomp close to her chest. Two men too armed to be villagers but too stiff to be pirates. Marines…

Glancing around her for an escape route she took a moment before bolting towards the trees. A gunshot echoed through the trees freezing Hana in her tracks trembling. Chomp looked up at her with concern and whimpered in her arms. The bullet had landed in the tree beside her head, her heart was racing so loudly it was almost deafening. “Look princess. We were here to keep an eye on Red Hair but you..” one of the men held up a poster which made her grimace: it was hers. “You have quite a price on your head. So. Here we are. Just come quietly and everyone is happy yes?” 

“N-no..” she scowled, holding Chomp with one arm she reached behind her to wrestle the knife that was hidden beneath her bag. Bones had given her and told her to keep it on her at all times. Sliding it quickly under the fishnet and pulling it towards her she freed Chomp from the nets and set him down under the bushes “go Chomp!” she ordered turning back to the men keeping her knife brandish in front of her. 

One sighed “look we don’t care about the lizard but-” he pointed the long rifle in Chomp’s direction who was just peeking out from under the shrubs. Hana moved in front to shield Chomp,

“You get more for alive don’t you?” she asked, her voice cracking from fear. One of the marines frowned and lunged forward, inn that moment Hana swung the knife slicing his hand deeply. Two against one was quite unfair. Whilst the other nursed his wounded hand, the other swung his gun like a club into her face sending Hana stumbling to the ground, dropping the knife in her daze. Feeling for something to help her back, she ran her hand up the trunk of a tree and tried to get the world to stop spinning. Blood marred her vision red which made things even more disorientating for her. 

“You’re beginning to become a pain in the ass woman.” Before Hana could even figure out what was happening, a sharp pain soared through her hand making a strange gurgled scream erupt from her lips. A harsh kick to her stomach made her slump against the tree. Tears streaming down her face, blood dripping slowly down her hand seeping under the cuff of her blouse. “Hat the- OW!” blinking to try and focus, she saw Chomp clamping down on his leg and refusing to yield. With the aid of the other marine, Chomp was thrown across the clearing, yelping in pain. 

“Chomp!” trying to move from her spot only yielded more pain. Sobbing loudly. She could do nothing.  

“This woman is so damn loud!” one whined, pulling a piece of fabric from his pocket “always got to be difficult.” he grumbled, kneeling beside her. Hana squirmed away and kept moving her head away from the fabric and managed to sink her teeth into his hand biting down as hard as she could “Ow!” shi-” the marine slammed her head against the tree trunk a few times before Hana loosen her bite. She could barely keep her eyes open, her head hurt so much..everything did. “Finally..what a feral little -”

“What a way to treat a lady.” the pair jumped at the voice, through blurred eyes Hana made out that scarlet hair and a towering figure of Benn beside him. 

“Red hair-” Benn moved quickly swinging a rifle like a club into his face. Hana couldn’t see much else of what happened. A heavy hand laid gently on her shoulder but it made her tense nonetheless. 

“This will hurt.” Benn’s deep voice whispered, pulling the knife from her hand letting her slump forward into a strong chest.

“Where’s...Chompy?” she asked, making no effort to move. She couldn’t coordinate her limps right away. Benn carefully moved her to rest against the tree inspecting her wounds 

“Your pet is here.” Shanks said, kneeling beside her with the bananawani under his good arm. The animal made no effort to squirm, he was too tired.

“Chompy.” Shanks set the reptile down on her lap, “you did so well.” she said, choking back tears that soon poured like a relentless stream “I’m sorry…” Benn rested a hand on her head 

“Lets sort those wounds.” 

“I- I have a small first aid kit in my bag…” she sniffled, reaching for her satchel which Benn rummaged through. Taking her hand first, his hands were so much larger than hers and heavily calloused from years of using a gun but still knew a gentleness. He inspected the wound 

“It will need stitches.” he stated simply.

“I got a bottle with me!” Shanks said producing a bottle of whiskey, “Best kind of antiseptic.” Shanks wasted no time in pouring it over the open wound makingHana cry out in pain. Getting a frown from Benn, “sorry..”

Benn carefully bound her hand and checked her head wounds “Been through the wars a little today..” he said, wrapping bandages around her head “nothing looks too deep.” he announced ruffling her hair playfully “you’ll have a headache for a few days.” 

She nodded slowly trying to stop her tears “I’m sorry..thank you..” She looked at Chomp who laid on her lap somberly. Reaching into her pocket for her orange handkerchief she shakily tore and tied it around Chomps little wounds “my little bodyguard..” she sniffled, “I got some meat for you..” the tears just kept flowing. She was so scared..she could have been on her way to some jail. A pair of strong arms lifted her slightly enough to set her beside them, a large cape that smelt of cigarettes and aftershave draped over her shoulders: smells like...Crocodile… glancing up she saw Benn looking down at her with a gentle smile. A hand carefully guiding her head to his chest. 

“Rest.” he said quietly. Pulling the cape around her Hana felt the adrenaline leave her completely and she did as he said and fell asleep next to him. Captain Chomp wiggled from her lap to half lay on Benn’s leg and half on Hana, keeping himself half covered by the cape. Benn chuckled and rubbed the bananawani’s snout, who opened one eye in lazily disapproval, snorted and fell back asleep. 

“Seems he’s tolerated you.” Shanks laughed, “Well look at you being a big softie.” he teased. Watching his old friend willingly become a cushion for the pair. “What will Crocodile think?”

“My thoughts exactly, Red Hair.” the sound of sandshifting broke the calm of the clearing. Crocodile’s eyes fell on Hana who slept peacefully against Benn, his brow furrowed deeply when he spotted the bandages around her head. 

“I don’t know what your little lady did to wrack up a bounty like that but maybe..keep a closer eye on her.” Shanks warned his usual smile void from his face “If you want those responsible they’re behind you. Thought I’d leave them for you to deal with.” Shanks gestured behind Crocodile to the two marines who had been bound together. Crocodile strode over to them lifting them by the neck and drained all the life from the pair tossing their husks aside, which distergrated as they hit the floor. 

“You have my thanks.” Crocodile said without even looking at Shanks.

“Croco-chan?” Hana had stirred from the sudden activities “Sorry..Benn…” she said rubbing her eyes sleepily. Crocodile suddenly noticed the bandages around her hand and inhaled deeply. 

“I let them off too easy..” he grumbled. Hana slowly rose to her feet, handing Benn his cape back. Benn tousled her hair playfully and she thanked him again before lifting Chomp and heading to Crocodile.

“I’m sorry-” 

Crocodile simply lifted her with his hook arm “I’m sure I told you to not leave my side.”

“you..did..I’m sorry..Chompy ran off..” she leant against him and sighed deeply with relief “-I’m tired…” she admitted. 

“Faust will see to your wounds first.”

“Thank you again..Sorry for the trouble.” Hana said, bowing her head to Benn and Shanks. 

“No bother. Hey Crocodile. Come drink with us. I wanna talk to you about Luffy.” Crocodile grimaced at the mention of his name “You can’t hate him, you did help him after all.” Crocodile huffed and left the clearing in a whirl of sand.

[keith-mizuguchi]

Year One

It’s been awhile  — I’m sure I’ll eventually get this writing about LA thing down pat.  But it’s been  a busy year.  I’ve enjoyed my time down here in Los Angeles.  There’s so much I love about the city and surrounding area.  I still feel like a newbie — haven’t explored enough.  But hoping to do more of that in the new year.  The things I do love — food, drinks and music — as you’ll see below are still a big part of what I’ve been able to enjoy outside of work.  It’s been a fun year +.  Some highlights below.

WORK

My time at KNX has been a learning experience.  It is one of the most challenging newsrooms to work in — not many people are cut out for the pace.  But I feel like I’ve taken the challenges head-on.  As some of you know, I’m now full-time staff, serving as editor and producer.  It’s rewarding to know that people appreciate the work I’ve done  — that’s not always the case in this business.  We’ve had numerous breaking stories and I think the station has risen to the occasion each time.  Proud to be part of the team.

Outside of KNX — I’ve made a promise to myself to try to branch out and finally write about food this year.  I still feel there are so many stories that need to be told, not only here in LA, but also back up in the Bay.  So I’m preparing to pitch, pitch, pitch to see if I get any bites.

FOOD

I know some will say this is blasphemous, but I think Los Angeles beats the Bay in food and drinks.  It was part of what attracted me to the area.  I love the fact that there is such a wide-range — from expensive tasting menus to inexpensive strip mall restaurants that are out of this world.  One unfortunate thing about both markets — I think you’re going to continue to see a lot of closures in the coming years, many of which will surprise people.  It is really, really challenging for small businesses to survive in these cities.  Not to mention, the competition is fierce and you really have to stand out.  It’s why I respect my friends who are owners and chefs/bartenders.  It can be a brutal, brutal business.  But on to the good — here is some of what I have enjoyed eating and drinking down here (and it can be a decent list if you ever come down to visit).  

Bavel (Arts District) - I’ve been blown away twice by this restaurant.  It is always packed, is plenty loud (probably too loud for many), but the food and service have been terrific.  Middle Eastern cuisine that has so much flavor, it jumps off the plate.  Good cocktails too.

Bon Temps (Arts District) - I had a terrific dinner here.  The dishes are beautifully prepared, almost like art.  Lincoln Carson is obviously known for his pastries so even though I’m not a dessert person, it’s a necessity to save some room.  The one thing about many of the restaurants in the Arts District is they’re built out of warehouses — so they have an industrial feel. But I didn't get that sense here.

Joy (Highland Park) - I loved Pine & Crane and this is their sister restaurant.  Very casual, and for the most part, smaller bites.  Comforting, seasonal Taiwanese food.  It’s weird, but I really love the small seasonal appetizers that they have on display in the deli counter.  They’re delicious.

Ototo (Echo Park) - Easily my favorite bar (they serve sake, lots and lots of sake). The owner Courtney is so knowledgeable and I love picking her brain about some of the choices on the extensive menu.  There are so many interesting and unique sakes on their list — and it changes up quite a bit.  It’s not just sake here as they have a really nice menu of Japanese snacks and food that is quite good.  I have to also mention their restaurant next door, Tsubaki, which has some of the best Japanese food I’ve had here in LA.

Alta Adams (West Adams) - When I think of Alta Adams, I just think I’m being welcomed into the West Adams neighborhood.  Unlike many restaurants, the staff seems like it’s made up of people from this historic neighborhood.  And they treat guests with the hospitality that you would expect if you’re visiting their home.  The food is terrific — just really comforting Southern food.  It’s a lively restaurant and has one of the best vibes in the city.  It’s the perfect fit in the perfect spot for a growing area.

Some of my other favorites that I’ll call standbys — Animal, Petit Trois, Ronan, Here’s Looking at You, Night + Market Song, Guerrilla Tacos, Tsujita, Rose Cafe, Rossoblu, AOC, Apollonia’s Pizzeria, Republique, and every place in Koreatown and San Gabriel Valley.

DRINK

Old Lightning (Marina Del Rey) - It will cost you far more than most places, but this is one of the most unique bars I’ve ever been to in this country.  The spirit list has so many rare and unique bottles, it will make your head spin.  The cocktails are terrific, but I think a tasting is the way to truly “get” this bar.  Reservations only and they do take your phone at the door.

Bibo Ergo Sum (Beverly Grove) - I’d call this my go-to spot if I want a really great drink.  The menu is pretty extensive with lighter and more spirit forward cocktails.  Very cool decor inside with big booths and a half-circle bar.  I don’t think I’ve ever had a bad drink here.

The Varnish (Downtown) - A very cool speakeasy in the back of Cole’s. The best way to order is dealer’s choice and let the bartenders make you something.

The Normandie Club (Koreatown) - Just a good solid bar with a little bit of everything.  You can get a really nice cocktail, a shot and a beer, a glass of wine.  I loved Walker Inn too, which was in a secret door, but it’s since closed.

Gold Line (Highland Park) - First of all, I have a lot of respect for Peanut Butter Wolf, who is one of the owners (he also owns Stones Throw Records).  I love the fact that part of his record collection is in the bar and he has guest DJ’s nightly spinning records.  All that and the drinks are really solid.

Some others I’ve enjoyed — Bar Clacson, The Wolves, Employees Only, Death and Co. (yes I know it’s brand new.. but it was really great my first visit during their soft opening), Melrose Umbrella Co., The Roger Room, The Daily Pint, Here & Now

MUSIC

The way I get away from the stress of work and the news cycle that never ends is going to live shows.  And I went to way too many over the past year.  But I wanted to check out as many venues as I could down here.  I still haven’t been to a few — namely The Roxy and Whisky a Go Go.  But here are a few of my favorite shows.

The Roots — Hollywood Bowl.  I’ve seen them a few times but this was by far the group at its best.  Black Thought did a crazy 5-10 minute medley of hip hop songs that was something I’ve never seen before.  

Anderson.Paak — The Forum.  I feel fortunate every time I get to see Anderson and the Free Nationals.  I’m pretty sure he’s the artist I’ve seen the most in my life.  His show at the Forum was amazing — hometown, so many great guest appearances.  I continue to say he is the best live show going today.

Chris Cornell Tribute Show — The Forum.  I was bummed when this sold out, and then magically, a few tickets went on sale a day or two before the concert.  Chris Cornell was one of my favorite lead singers of all-time.  And the show was 5-5 1/2 hours of amazing tributes.

Prophets of Rage - The Mayan.  My mind was blown.  This group, which is now disbanded with the return of Rage Against the Machine, was exactly what I thought — a mix of Rage, Public Enemy and Cypress — all in a cohesive and awesome group.

Also loved Herbie Hancock at the Bowl, Childish Gambino at the Forum, Big KRIT in the OC, my first time seeing JID and Vince Staples, The Raconteurs, two amazing groups - Bikini Kill and Sleater Kinney and finally getting to see Carlos Santana.  And there was really so much more. Yes I go to a lot of shows.

It’s been a fun year down in LA.  Yes, I still love the Bay and miss my family and friends.  But meeting new people down here and making new friends has been a lot of fun.  Excited to see what 2020 has in store for me.

[brenvs3000-19]

The Nature of Art

             Art comes in many forms, whether it be physical or merely sound. It evokes emotions in people and can help people connect their inner thoughts to tangible expressions. I have always felt that nature has emulated this same power. Being immersed in the wildness of nature has always had a strong impact on me, bringing forth my inner emotions and allows times of reflection. 

             I think one of the most important things to remember as an interpreter is that every person has their own definition of beauty and what brings them joy. Although I may be fascinated by the visual patterns of tree rings, another person may simply see a stump. As Beck and Cable (2011) said, “Interpreters can carry out the profound act of interpreting beauty only if they first perceive it themselves and know strategies to bring it to the attention of others.” Everyone has a different view of the world, but it is our ability to open the minds of others that allows us to guide people towards what we may see in something. In the case of a fallen tree, I am able to see the tree rings, a way of viewing not only the how old the tree is, but how it thrived year to year in a dynamic landscape. In thicker rings, I can see good years, where resources were plentiful, whereas in thinner rings I see the struggle. Just a simple pattern can tell you so much, if you know how to look at it. In most cases, something so small is not seen as beautiful, as there is so many large rugged natural beauties that capture the eye. Being an interpreter and sharing the story behind such a small feature can “help them see beauty in the ordinary, miracles in the mundane” (Beck and Cable 2011). Directing their attention to the small details that might otherwise be overlooked can help others understand the true significance behind them.

(Tree Stump - retrieved from Colourbox)

             When thinking of the intricate relationship between art and nature, I am reminded of the work of the Group of 7. Arthur Lismer was famously known to visit Bon Echo when it was an inn for artistic retreat rather than a provincial park. It was here where he found inspiration for his famous painting, The Sheep’s Nose, Bon Echo. As a former employee of Bon Echo Provincial Park, it always amazed me how powerful art can be in conveying the beauty of nature to the unknowing eye. People traveled from near and far to stand in the same spot as Lismer to see what he saw in Mazinaw Rock in person. Artists can be nature interpreters in some ways, as they paint what they see as beautiful. Their ability to share with others what they find beautiful help open others’ minds to different forms of beauty that can be found beyond a canvas. 

(Arther Lismer’s painting The Sheep’s Nose, Bon Echo, On - retrieved from In the footsteps of the Group of Seven by Amy Kenny)

(The Sheep’s Nose, Bon Echo as seen today - Photo courtesy of Jim Waddington | Retrieved from In the footsteps of the Group of Seven by Amy Kenny)

(Mazinaw Rock from the Narrows at Bon Echo Provincial Park | Sheep’s Nose rock or what the park staff now call ‘Turtle Rock’ is located in the very far right edge of the rock from this view - Photo taken by me in 2017)

             Interpreters of every form should be able to share what they find beautiful in an open and non-condescending way in order to help guide others in the same direction. In the end, people are more likely to protect and preserve something they can see the beauty in. In the case of Mazinaw Rock, people’s belief in the spectacular beauty and value it held was a factor that ultimately contributed to its designation as a provincial park. 

References:

Beck, L., & Cable, T. T. (2011). The Gifts of Interpretation: Fifteen Guiding Principles for Interpreting Nature and Culture. Urbana, IL: Sagamore Publishing.

[strangedaysindeed9]

2018 Year End List

Normally I would have a whole list of albums, EP's, with box sets and reissues, mentioning the best songs and adding additional info. This year I did not feel like listening to a lot of new music. I realised there’s too much great music from the past to discover, and there are too many new releases that I’m never going to play ever again after half a year. There’s "email bankruptcy", but in this case it was some kind of "new music bankruptcy" early in the year. Add a mega release like the Arctic Monkeys album, with tens of hours of layers to discover, and there’s not much time left. Yet I still managed to explore quite a few new albums from this year. So this is it.

1. Arctic Monkeys - Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino

Key tracks: 'Star Treatment', 'Four Out Of Five', 'One Point Perspective', 'American Sports', 'Batphone', 'Golden Trunks' 2. Paul McCartney - Egypt Station Key tracks: 'Fuh You', 'Dominoes', 'Hunt You Down/Naked/C-Link', 'I Don't Know', 'Hand In Hand' 3. Paul Weller - True Meaning Key tracks: 'Mayfly', 'The Soul Searchers', 'Old Castles', 'Glide', 'Gravity' 4. Miles Kane - Coup De Grace Key tracks: 'Too Little Too Late', 'Killing The Joke', 'Loaded', 'Shavambacu' 5. Julian Casablancas + The Voidz - Virtue Key tracks: 'Wink', 'Pyramid Of Bones', 'Leave It In My Dreams', 'One Of The Ones' 6. Eugene McGuinness - Suburban Gothic Key tracks: 'Start At The Stop', 'With Words', 'Subterranean' 7. Unknown Mortal Orchestra - Sex & Food Key tracks: 'Hunnybee', 'American Guilt', 'Everyone Acts Crazy Nowadays' 8. Alex Calder - Alex Calder * Key tracks: 'Operator', 'Morning Ritual', 'Slowing Down' 9. MGMT - Little Dark Age Key tracks: 'Little Dark Age', 'Days That Got Away', 'Hand It Over' 10. Connan Mockasin - Jassbusters Key tracks: 'Les Be Honest', 'Sexy Man', 'B'nD' 11. Jett Rebel - 7 Key tracks: 'Good Boy', '(Again) Girl', 'Perfect Lady' 12. Courtney Barnett - Tell Me How You Really Feel Key tracks: 'I'm Not Your Mother, I'm Not Your Bitch', 'Charity', 'Crippling Self Doubt And A General Lack Of Self Confidence' 13. De Jeugd Van Tegenwoordig - Luek Key tracks: 'Dit Was Nooit Mijn Leven', 'Schietlood', 'Kutwoning' 14. Elvis Costello & The Imposters - Look Now Key tracks: 'Under Lime', 'Burnt Sugar Is So Bitter' 15. Shame - Songs Of Praise Key tracks: 'One Rizla', 'Tasteless' 16. Kali Uchis - Isolation 17. Ariana Grande - Sweetener 18. White Denim - Performance 19. Part Time - Spell #6 20. Melody's Echo Chamber - Bon Voyage 21. BROCKHAMPTON - iridescence 22. Eminem - Kamikaze 23. Kanye West - ye 24. Parquet Courts - Wide Awake! 25. Caroline Rose - Loner

*scrapped 2017 release, leaked in 2018

Honourable mentions: Amen Dunes - Freedom Anna Calvi - Hunter Bill Ryder-Jones - Yawn Death Grips - Year Of The Snitch Gruff Rhys - Babelsberg Hockey Dad - Blend Inn Ice Cube - Everythangs Corrupt Jorge Elbrecht - Here Lies Leroy Francis - S.O.R.E. Pusha T - DAYTONA Soccer Mommy - Clean The Good, The Bad & The Queen - Merrie Land The Magic Gang - The Magic Gang The Vaccines - Combat Sports Travis Scott - Astroworld U.S. Girls - In A Poem Unlimited Yoko Ono - Warzone serpentwithfeet - soil

[lindaseccaspina]

Vintage 1920s Clippings About Buried Treasure -- Meyer's Cave -- Bon Echo

Vintage 1920s Clippings About Buried Treasure — Meyer’s Cave — Bon Echo

CLIPPED FROMThe Daily StandardKingston, Ontario, Canada09 Oct 1926, Sat  •  Page 10 Cloyne and District Historical SocietyGuest on Iron Staircase up Mazinaw Rock – Bon Echo InnUnknown date of photograph (pre-1940). This sheer iron staircase was used for visitors of the Bon Echo Inn to travel to the top of Mazinaw Rock. Spectacular viewing and blueberry picking were favourite activities of…

[gwynnew]

16 great Christmas songs that come from movies for your Yuletide playlist

The Muppet Christmas Carol (Everett)

One of Hollywood’s nicknames is “the dream factory” — and sometimes, the dream that comes down the pipeline is of a white Christmas. Irving Berlin’s ubiquitous holiday ballad is just one of the many Christmas tunes that originated on the big screen. Most of the entries on this list, like “Silver Bells,” were written specifically for the film in which they appeared; others, like “Baby, It’s Cold Outside,” were little-known before making their cinematic debut. We could have stuck with the classics (“Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” anyone?), but it’s more fun to look at the full range of Christmas songs that have cropped up in movies over the years, from classic to cult favorite to, well, “Santa’s Super Sleigh.” Read on as Yahoo Entertainment assembles the ultimate Yuletide playlist for film lovers.

“Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” from Meet Me in St Louis (1944) Written by Hugh Martin and Ralph Blaine, sung by Judy Garland

This Christmas standard began its life as a melancholy ballad, sung by Garland’s character in Meet Me in St. Louis to comfort her little sister as the family prepares to leave their hometown. The uncertain lyric “Until then we’ll have to muddle through somehow” was replaced by the celebratory “Hang a shining star upon the highest bough” when Frank Sinatra recorded the song in 1957.

“Christmas Is All Around” from Love Actually (2003) Written by Reg Presley and Richard Curtis, sung by Bill Nighy

The “festering turd of a record” sung by aging rock star Billy Mack (Bill Nighy) over the opening credits of Love, Actually is a cover of the 1967 Troggs hit “Love is All Around,” with words like “Christmas” and “snow” shamelessly plugged in. The song was recorded by Nighy at Abbey Road Studios and the full version appeared on the film’s soundtrack.

“Silver Bells” from The Lemon Drop Kid (1951) Written by Jay Livingston and Ray Evans, sung by Bob Hope and Marilyn Maxwell

When Paramount asked the songwriters to come up with a holiday tune for this Bob Hope con-artist comedy, they replied, “It’s impossible to write a hit Christmas song.” Inspired by Salvation Army workers ringing bells on New York City street corners, the song was original called “Tinkle Bell.”

“One More Sleep ‘Til Christmas” from The Muppet Christmas Carol (1992) Written by Paul Williams, sung by Kermit the Frog (Steve Whitmire)

This heartwarming Muppet tune, performed by Kermit in character as Bob Cratchit, celebrates the cozy anticipation of Christmas Eve as only a singing frog can.

“White Christmas” from Holiday Inn (1942) Written by Irving Berlin, sung by Bing Crosby and Marjorie Reynolds

Not only the best-selling Christmas song, but the best-selling single of all time, Crosby’s unforgettable rendition of “White Christmas” was first recorded for the soundtrack of this musical comedy. Berlin (who, like many composers of Christmas standards, was Jewish) wrote “White Christmas” when he was traveling for work and separated from his family; the song had originally been intended for a Broadway revue that was never produced.  The ballad became hugely popular on Armed Forces Radio during World War II, echoing the longing of soldiers who were separated from their own loved ones during the holidays.  Crosby’s experience performing the song for American troops was dramatized in a later film, White Christmas.

“When You Believe” from The Prince of Egypt (1998) Written by Stephen Schwartz, sung by Michelle Pfeiffer and Sally Dworsky

The lyrics of this song, written for the animated musical about Moses, describe the faith of the Israelites as they escape from slavery in Egypt.  The winner of the Best Animated song Oscar, “When You Believe” took on new life as a Christmas song when it was recorded by X Factor winner Leon Jackson. Jackson’s version became a No. 1 single in the U.K. in December 2007.

“Baby It’s Cold Outside” from Neptune’s Daughter (1949) Written by Frank Loesser, sung by Esther Williams, Ricardo Montalban, Betty Garrett and Red Skelton

The Guys and Dolls songwriter and his wife performed this comic duet at parties for years before Loesser sold it to MGM for Neptune’s Daughter. (The film was one of several “aquamusicals” produced for ex-professional swimmer Williams; the plot involves a swimsuit design company and a water polo team.)  Given the contemporary controversy over consent in “Baby It’s Cold Outside” (which won the Best Original Song Oscar), it’s worth noting that Neptune’s Daughter flips the script in the final verse, reversing the male and female lines for Garrett and Skelton.

“Christmas Time Is Here” from A Charlie Brown Christmas (1965) Written by Lee Mendelson and Vince Guaraldi, sung by the children’s choir of St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in San Rafael, California

At first, the decision to score the Peanuts Christmas special with Guaraldi’s jazz piano didn’t go over well with CBS executives. Audiences, however, fell in love with the music, which includes this haunting Christmas ballad that plays while Snoopy and company go ice skating.

“All Alone on Christmas” from Home Alone 2 (1992) Written by Steve Van Zandt, sung by Darlene Love

Like the film itself, this one is an inferior sequel, specifically to Love’s 1963 classic “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home”). Written for Home Alone 2, the song gets by on Love’s inimitable vocals and the accompaniment of The E Street Band.

“Somewhere in My Memory” from Home Alone (1990) Written by John Williams and Leslie Briscusse

Written for a rare poignant moment in the home-invasion comedy, “Somewhere in my Memory” garnered Williams one of his 50 Academy Award nominations, for Best Original Song.

“Snow” from White Christmas (1954) Written by Irving Berlin, sung by Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye, Rosemary Clooney, and Trudy Stevens

It never approached the popularity of “White Christmas,” but this delightful two-minute ditty put an upbeat spin on Berlin’s dream of a snowy New England winter. Beriln took the melody from an earlier song called “Free,” which was cut from his Broadway show Call Me Madam.  (Vera-Ellen, the actress who plays Judy in the film, had her singing voice dubbed by Trudy Stevens.)

“Believe” from The Polar Express (2004) Written by Glen Ballard and Alan Silvestri, sung by Josh Groban

This Grammy Award-winning song took its cue from the theme of Robert Zemeckis’ motion-capture film, about a boy who learns to believe in Santa over the course of a magical train adventure.

“Santa’s Super Sleigh” from About a Boy (2002) Written by Peter Brewis and Nick Hornby, sung by Nicholas Hoult and Victoria Smurfit

Hugh Grant’s character in About a Boy lives off the royalties from his father’s famous, hokey Christmas song. The fictitious novelty song was adapted from Nick Hornby’s book (which contained a few lyrics) and given a melody and chorus by Peter Brewis. Only a couple lines are sung in the film, yet the full song somehow made it out into the world; one widely-shared version is credited to a singer named Carl Purkin (not to be confused with rockabilly icon Carl Perkins).

“What’s This?” from The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993) Written and sung by Danny Elfman

Of all the spooky Christmas songs in this classic stop-motion musical, “What’s This?” stands out for capturing the giddy anticipation of the season – as experienced by Jack Skellington, who is discovering Christmas for the first time.

“Christmas Vacation” from National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation (1989) Written by Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil, sung by Mavis Staples

The husband-and-wife team behind “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling” composed the opening-credits tune of this irreverent holiday favorite.

“You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch” from How the Grinch Stole Christmas (1966) Written by Dr. Seuss and Albert Hague, sung by Thurl Ravenscroft

The 1966 animated TV special based on Dr. Seuss’s book contains what may the grumpiest, funniest Christmas song of all time, with each inventive insult (“You’re a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!”) topping the next. Singer Ravenscroft, uncredited in the original broadcast, was best known as the voice of Kellogg’s Frosted Flakes mascot Tony the Tiger.

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Guest on Iron Staircase up Mazinaw Rock - Bon Echo Inn by CDHS on Flickr.

Via Flickr: Unknown date of photograph (pre-1940). This sheer iron staircase was used for visitors of the Bon Echo Inn to travel to the top of Mazinaw Rock. Spectacular viewing and blueberry picking were favourite activities of guests. Often, guests would have a box lunch packed to take with them as they climbed the deep stairs to the top. Local people who picked blueberries for sale or for their own use frequently made use of the stairway. (John Campbell - 'The Mazinaw Experience'). Eventually the staircase was damaged by ice and finally taken down in 1940, 4 years after the fire that destroyed the Inn. Remnants of the staircase are still evident today - directly across from the Narrows peninsula. Today a multi-level staircase built by Bon Echo Provincial Park guides visitors to the top via the Clifftop Trail with many lookouts.