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yuyuswrld · 1 year ago

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O Captain, My Captain

Series Intro

characters: various aot boys x reader

genre: SMAU with writing, romance, smut, angst

for my marco fans, there’s a little sneak peak at him at the end :)

notes: this series will be 18+ even though this introduction does not have any smut in it. please do not interact with me if you are under 18. all characters in this series are over the age 18.

You learned that Eren Yeager was a stone wall incredibly quickly. It was a shock to you, considering how popular he was despite being unable to converse with someone he didn’t know well. You’d have steered away from him forever if it had been up to you. However, knowing your luck, you had to see him every day after all your classes were over.

It was a slip of judgment to allow yourself to be recruited as the next manager of the volleyball team. Sure, you had watched a couple of games here and there for school spirit, not to mention copious amounts of alcohol at the after-parties. But when one of your professors approached you on your way out of class, describing a great way to amp up your resume and get all-expenses-paid vacations, becoming a sports team manager was the last thing you expected.

“It’s kind of funny, actually,” Connie starts to explain after you walk into the gym, noting the tasks you'll be in charge of before you commit to the offer. “Our old manager, Hanna, got pregnant with one of my homies. Now she’s off giving birth and whatnot, so we’ve been down a manager.”

“So what does a manager typically do?” You question, shifting the conversation slightly to get to the point. The more you look at the different stereotypical characters running across the courts and the loud smacks that echoed throughout the gym, the more your desire to take the opportunity dwindles. Sure, cute boys and another achievement on your resume are great or whatever, but you really try to avoid getting committed to sports – especially after crashing and burning last time. You shudder as a chill runs down your spine at the thought before Connie starts talking again.

“Oh, um. I won't lie, I honestly have no idea what she did, either.” You stare at Connie in silence, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Uh, is there someone who does?” You ask. It's getting difficult to ignore your doubts about your decision to come here.

“Yeah, I think so. Let me go grab ‘im.” Connie jogs further down the court, interrupting someone as they finish their current spike. But as your eyes focus in on who was walking closer, you knew you we’re going to have the displeasure of meeting Eren Yeager.

Connie runs over to drag his brown-haired teammate over, who takes his sweet time walking over after sparing you only a glance. He is good looking, sure – but you aren't fooled by appearances, and you've heard far too much about him to even remotely consider him attractive from listening to Petra gossiping about him. She had a big mouth and somehow knew everything about everyone, the good and the bad, but it came in handy when it came to staying in the loop at school. Eren had a nasty habit of cursing out any girl who made an advance on him, citing his career and how a ‘bitch’ would only get in the way of it.

You think back to the memory of Petra sipping her drink, watching Eren walk out of school and head towards his Hellcat in the parking lot. You two had been sitting at the school’s cafe as you enjoyed your “study” date, which had inevitably just turned into a gossip session.

“You see that guy? That’s Eren Yeager. He’s on our volleyball team and he’s a fucking psycho.” She'd rolled her eyes as she recounted the gossip she had gotten from her friend. “Apparently Mina – y’know the one from our bio class? They hooked up at a party and afterwards he accused her of trying to sabotage his volleyball career. He even called her a psycho. That’s not even the only time he’s done it apparently. I know he’s cute, but stay away unless you want to end up on a true crime podcast.”

You brace yourself for the upcoming conversation as he nears.

“You’re going to be the new manager?” Eren says in a monotone voice, as if being forced by his mother to make small talk with a distant aunt. The displeasure of being interrupted is written all over his face.

“No – well –” You start before Eren cuts you off without hesitation.

“Usually Hanna prepares the towels, fills the bottles with water, and mops the gym after practice. Coach Levi's pretty anal about the gym being clean, so pay attention to that. You’ll want to learn about formations and strategies, too; Hanna fucking sucked when it came to game sense. You’ll work with the sports director Erwin to set up practice matches and travel plans. There’s probably more, but that’s your job, not mine.” He jogs back over to do spiking drills without another word. Your jaw slackens, scoffing at the attitude. What a little shit. Connie shrugs at you in an I’m pretty sure that’s right way. You smile at him, politely dismissing yourself before trudging your way back to your professor’s office.

“Absolutely not,” you say, dramatically sighing to emphasize the sheer disappointment you feel from the experience. “I only talked to Connie and Eren, which was already too much. You’d have better luck with a dog trainer or circus clown to manage them.” Your shoulders drop, but you prepare to defend yourself as to why.

“Please,” Professor Hange begs, their eyes beading with desperation. “I was the one who introduced the previous manager to the guy that got her pregnant. On accident, of course, but they’re totally on my tail about getting a new manager to fill the spot!” They spin around haphazardly before collapsing on their standing desk in an unconvincing sadness. “I’ll even see if they’ll pay you as if you were working a normal student job.”

You internally cringe, but are now forced to consider the prospects. Chewing on your lip, you respond. You know if you look back on this moment at any point, you’d want to go back in time and slap yourself.

“If you can make it a paid position, I’ll do it.”

Unsurprisingly, Professor Hange got their way in the end.

next: part 1, reiner x reader

#aot #aot x reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren smut #attack on titan #aot fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction #anime smut #marco bott #marco bott x reader #smau #aot smau

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missmarveledsblog · 28 days ago

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Oh boy (Dean Winchester x Reader) part 4

Summary: race to say a dear friend and getting used to something she tried so hard to get away from again only to end up with more than just a hunt it was now a baby sitting gig with some podcasters .

Warning : none really some feel is about it and goofy humour , slow burnish , age gap , fluffy fun

previously on oh boy!

Maybe she wasn't thinking rational , or she was too emotional about the situation . None of that was stopping the fact or determination to get into those woods and shake a good friend of hers for the stupid thinking when he was one person she opened up to it all . that not all was it seemed , that there could be more beneath the surface . lou took her in when she sat in the diner crying over the fact she was pregnant , uncertain future in something she only ever knew . He was close to her as family , he was the one that helped her get that little house . Lou was like a father she never thought she needed just like bobby. Now he was going against forces he had no experience with , to put himself in such danger she knew she was gonna kick his ass when she found him .. if she found him .

“ We need to wait til tomorrow they hunt at night you know this” dean tried to rationalise .

“ So are the men that went to find it .. they’re good people and he is important to me “ she pulled the things from her bag to place in a rucksack and knocked on the door that had them alert .

“ It's just kenny i got him get me a supplies and car if you weren’t coming” she said easily heading to the door long haired man stood handing over duffle bag .

“ sweet pea what's a little girl like you gonna do in the woods” the man laughed only to stop by the look on dean and sam's face only to gulp .

“ Kenny sweetie i know we do the back and forth but this is not the time thank you for the things” she nodded less seriously almost panicking in her town. “ you guys coming or ?” She walked out the door .

“ fuck .. shit wait your the winchester brothers .. man i'm a big fan since i saw you guys on hellhound lair and ghostfacers “ he was almost swooning zt the sight of the brother excitedly babbling of the other things he had researched about the brothers .

“ y/n wait” sam sighed ignoring the fanboy grabbing his coat while dean grabbed his things .

“ holy fucking shit your one of them , i knew it , i knew you had this msecret identity thing going on “ the man was almost bubbling , ready to float off excitedly.

“ kenny go home” she patted his cheek while the brothers walked out with her locking the rooms as they went to the impala .

“ Can you guys do an interview on my podcast?... guys …y/n ” he called .

The ride was quiet, they were hypersensitive and watching everything around as they drove , the only time she really spoke was when she was telling him where to go. She was hoping for once it wasn't the worse outcome , that for once she had gotten a break in life and yet she was also preparing for the worst . They had no idea how big the wendigo den was or how many there were . a rough guess could be made as the creatures were greedy gluttonous things not known for the social expectations or large volumes given if the food source is available they will turn and eat each other. but one was too many , the rational part of her knew this was stupid , knew these things were best hunters on the planet but at night it was a whole different level , that skill was amped up to exceptional . the other part of her brain didn't care this was her family not by blood but that was her family regardless.

“ you stay close , stay together,” dean called .

“ I know , i’m not an idiot” she rolled her eyes .

“ You want to go hunt wendigo at night should i say anymore “ he smirked eye locked with hers through the rearview mirror .

“ maybe you should say less “ Sam winced seeing her glaring at his brother .

“ So this lou guy is something going on between you two , we don’t judge “ dean asked .

“ That's not less” Sam pinched the bridge of his nose .

“he helped me out gave me a job , got me a home , if it wasn't for him me and mikey would of been on street or worse i owe that man a lot for how he took care of us but it not romantic or anything like that or trying to get into my pants it just type of person lou is , to put other before himself hence why he out in the wood right now to make sure people would safer than caring for his own safety “ she explained feeling the tears gathering at her waterline . wiping them away she turned her head to hide her emotions but he could see it , could see how important this was for her .

“ We will do our best ok” Sam promised knowing he couldn’t give her another promise . He couldn't tell her because they knew too well it could go either way .

stepping outside the car the cold , crisp air wrapping around them . the trucks of the other parked up at the edge of the woods. She could see their boot prints in the dirt counting the party as at least five of them . She could tell who the four were from the trucks alone . all experienced conventional hunters , ones that did it for trophies and food and yeah still over their heads on what was actually to come. These creatures could make a grizzly bear look like a kitten, that was for sure . grabbing her things, each brother took her the duffle bag as well as the rucksack, making her roll her eyes , pulling out the katana walking sandwiched between the two brothers taking the trail , one she took so many times and now with a new purpose. This was no ordinary situation and the ordinary was never gonna exist again or it was never really there, only something she convinced herself . This could be the end or start of everything she tried to stay away from . high alert , senses needed to be open and aware of everything around . walking through the woods the crunch of foliage and twigs breaking under their boots . the smell of damp and nature mixing together . eyes scanning the trees , listening for everything and anything . What was strange was missing was sound , nothing could be heard whether it be animals or bug the placquits deathly quiet. it was almost deafening , to fuel a hypervigilance fueling in the depths of her . walking for what seemed like hours before a sign that anyone

else had been in the forest other than then was the claw mark deep set in the tree making the sap within seep out like a wound , sticky on her fingers before walking a little further , she felt a shudder at broke branches , bushes and disturbed ground and a dark puddle that confirmed her fears . It was blood and a lots of it .

“ y/n” the voice called to someone less experience , to one with the blissful ignorance it would of worked but as she dealt with them before , she could tell the difference its a little change in the tone almost automatic , less genuine as she stood straighter and almost taller.

“ it's not him” dean reassured her gently .

“ i know , it taunting me , it hunted me down and now its taunting me “ she gritted only the rustle of leaves made her turn, swinging the blade stopping inches at the throat .

“ please don't kill me even if this is badass,” he gulped .

“ kenny what the actual fuck” she sigh putting the blade down as the two appeared from behind the man.

“ we want in on the action we can boost our viewership and listeners” the woman spoke up .

“ what shelby mean to say is if you would let us accompany you” another spoke up .

“ well kenny , Shelby and whoever you are … go home now” dean scoffed.

“ markcus and we kinda can't “ he winced .

“ Why can't you “ sam arched his brow.

“ we kinda lost our map and no service on our cells” kenny explained sheepishly and yet the two mens eyes kept darting to y/n shyly .

“ yeah not happening its too dangerous “ she shook her head taking the words straight from the der winchesters mouth .

“ You can’t leave not when it like so dangerous” shelby whined moving closer to the guys .

“ well then you shouldn't came what are you his aunt or ..” y/n head tilted.

“ im same age as your dad im not that old plus arent you a little young to be out late “ shelby pointed at dean .

“ im not her dad… do i look old enough to be her dad” dean panicked looking to his brother.

“ oh shit you must be her uncle “ kenny held his hand out.

“ he thinks i'm bobby” he baulked.

“ hes not my uncle , he's mikey dad “ she rolled her eyes another rustle turning her attention .

“Y/n “ the voice called around them repeating over and over .

“ We should help” Marcus walked forward only for her hand to land on his chest shaking her head as she and the brother looked around them ready to attack an unseen force .

“ its not a person “ y/n spoke finally seeing a flash of the creature in the darkness , grabbing the duffle bag pulling out light as well as the battery , making the area light up before pulling out masks and handing them to those around. Sam was impressed with how prepared she was while the rest were just confused as hell . stepping forward ignoring the whispers or the hissing of the others she kept herself in full concentration almost calculated . in a blink of an eye and it hit the ground as she went back to the duffle bag pulling out lighter fluid and a blow torch . setting it alight while the rest of them tried to rationalize what happened within mere seconds only for Shelby to begin screaming at the top of her lungs . the shrill sound as y/n stomped over clamping her hand over the woman's mouth .

“ You want more of them to come, “ she growled pointing to the burning creature as the woman shook her head . “ Shut up then”.

“ Holy shit that was hot” Kenny almost sighed looking at the woman as Dean nodded not realising til he noticed Marcus nodding too and not really liking the man's attention on the mother of his child. was he jealous, why was he jealous , what was happening with him .

After an hour without a word they walked more into the woods along with the trio to her dismay but even she couldn't deny it would have been dangerous to the podcast crew to fend for themselves . She did notice the female member keeping closer to the Winchester brothers, mainly Dean making her roll her eyes as the woman was clearly trying to get his attention using the guise she was scared and he was a big strong man. The rambles and talking honestly was getting tiresome while the two men were asking her questions about everything. She fell back taking her spot beside Sam who honestly was a bit relieved for her company .

“ Pretty smart with the masks and stuff” he smiled sincerely .

“ It's good to be prepared , to get your sense right especially when you need to make it home , plus it attacked my child twice” she said easily.

“ Aren't you a little young to have a child?” Shelby asked, her voice filled with judgement.

“yeah let's not say that “ dean coughed.

“ Mikey is great kid , so smart too” kenny smiled brightly.

“ How old is he?” Marcus stepped back trying to get her attention .

“ Four , kenny's mom watched him from time to time “.

“ So wait, how old are you? ” Shelby cut in .

“ Let's not go into that either,” Dean shrugged.

“ So are you two like together or .. “ she asks again ignoring how quiet it went .

“ So you guys have a podcast “ sam asked looking around awkwardly.

“ yeah we got like 5k listeners so fair which is awesome” kenny nodded .

“ We hope with you guys we can get more,” Marcus smiled .

“ plus picture wise of you alone , would blow us up “ shelby almost purred.

“ yeah y/n would definitely boost our ratings “ kenny grinned dreamily of the female hunter.

“ not what i meant plus you guys have me” she giggled batting her lashes .

“ you sure we can’t just leave them here” y/n whispered making sam snort .

“ Be nice” he warned .

“ I can't promise anything” almost sing song walking ahead.

stopping for the night to much of her protest once more giving the others were tired they set up the tents only there were only two . At first she was going to suggest two girls share a tent but in reality she would rather sleep in the den than subject herself to Sam suggesting they stick to their own groups while Dean took the first watch . She couldn’t sleep it was last thing on her mind giving everything that had happened in such a shorts space of time , how life flipped upside down and now she was tossing and turning before sitting up throwing the first thing she could see and heading out the tent not seeing the younger winchester smirk or the fact he left his brothers shirt in the space closest to her.

“ hey mind if i join” the voice made him look up from the makeshift creature free fire illuminating her to him as well as the moon cascading on her skin .

“ shouldn't you be sleeping” he moved over giving her space to join anyway despite his question .

“ kinda hard to do at the moment” she shrugged pulling the shirt more on her body looking down at the flames . “ what ?” she could feel his eyes on her not sure why.

“ is that my shirt? “ the slight break in his voice as he coughed to cover it up .

“ don't know it was cold and closest thing to me want it back “ she went to pull it off of her shoulders only for him to stop her shaking his eyes , getting lost in each other . eyes locked something that almost pulling the two closer with each second.

“ hey im cold too” a voice called one of shelby's.

“ you have a blanket it use it” y/n called making a scoff sound only for the two to burst out laughing.

“ you got a fan it looks like” she nudge him playfully .

“ i knew you liked me really “ he teased copying her action .

“ i mean the queen of the podcast in there , im still on the fence “.

“ says the one with the fanclub” he snorted.

“ i’m adorable and violent its works” she mused.

“AND HOT”

“ Shut up kevin no one asked “ .

“ its kenny “ he called almost more quite tone than before.

“ be nice mikey thinks kenny is cool and his friend , your son really likes him “ she warned albeit still playful nature.

“ and what about you do you think hes cool?”

“ he is a little , i mean he got me a survival kit so late at night “ she mused.

“ ok that is a little cool “ he whispered not wanting the man to hear the praise. “ but i think your probably the coolest one here” he added.

“ go sleep you cool kid” sam shook his head as he walked out making her laugh and salute the man .

“ your probably the coolest” sam side eyed his brother.

“ what she is “ he shrugged .

“ oh there pie in the duffle bag” she poked her head out of the tent .

“ See cool “ Dean cheered, grabbing the bag seeing the box rubbing his hand together .

“ i can't wait to see this unfold “ sam thought looking between the tent and his brother .maybe it was just the fact of the situation but he had a feeling his brother was finding himself thinking the woman differently .

the sun was beginning to peak in through the tent when she began to stir , the sound of annoying tone that was the female podcaster asking where dean was , then in that instance of feeling a weight alone her midsection . the sound of the zipper opening and intrusion she quickly shut her eyes playing like she was still asleep only to hear a groan from behind her , the raise of the body behind her and a hush tone .

“ Can you shut that she is still asleep” the deep gravel tone that had her fighting against the shudder that threatened to come and an annoyed huff and movement for more light to invade the tent . the intrusion hitting too quick and making her shift to move out it rays making the man move quickly in turn .

“ why am i being blinded “ she whined, going to grab something to cover her eyes only to feel a hard wall of skin , maybe she moved her hand along it a little longer before grabbing the shirt to cover her face .

“ Sorry sweetheart, come on, I left you a slice of pie “ a deep chuckle as she sat up slowly just in time to see the bottom half of the abs she was surely feeling, making her gulp .

“ if a wendigo doesn't ,

take me out , this man surely we “ she thought to herself as she stretched throwing her boots on and heading out to see a pissed shelby and four men smiling directly at her . “ I heard there was pie”.

“ you didn't eat the whole thing” sam mouth fell open , “ oh shit that was yours” kenny’s eyes widened fearfully.

“ God dammit kevin” dean scoffed .

“ hey i have some snack and coffee” sam chuckled seeing the pout on her lips perking up to his words.

“ you are my saviour “ she cooed, ruffling his hair .

“ so what’s the plan” kenny asked almost sweetly as he wiped his face .

“ the plan is we go and you guys wait outside unless you wanna do the whole martyr thing for the 5k listeners “ she bit into the protein bar .

“ yeah outside is good “ Marcus gulped.

“ i went hunting with my dad and even shot a grizzly i can do this," Shelby shrugged easily .

“ I mean if you really want to, I'm not stopping you … I'm joking “ she laughed as brothers looked at her. “ kinda “ she yawned .

“ So you're like James Bond except instead of a super spy you're like a super paranormal hunter ? “ Kenny spoke up .

“ retired hunter , this is just one and done, “ she smiled sadly. Was it weird that she was gonna miss it , even though it was high risk and anything could happen. it was also a big part of her life for so long but she didn’t think she would have found herself almost enjoying it. but it was as she said one and done , she had something bigger waiting for her after this , she had a life that just couldn’t fit in with the other .

“ you ok ? “ sam nudged her , holding a cup out for her .

“ yeah course just missing mikey “ she smiled taking the cup and a grateful sup . " we should get going soon " she announced .

" oh I need like an hour before to get ready " Shelby called .

" you sure we can't just leave her in the cave for a bit ...what i was joking ... kinda"

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blackswaneuroparedux · 2 years ago

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All good art cannot help but confront denial on its way to truth.

- Pete Townshend, The Who

The crowned king of smashing guitars is none other than The Who’s Pete Townshend. In a sense he was the godfather of guitar smashing on stage. The year was 1964. The Who were playing a small pub in London known as the Railway Tavern in Harrow and Wealdstone. At some point, Townshend’s Rickenbacker headstock hit the venue’s low ceiling, cracking it with a thud. When Townshend saw that none of the other band members seemed to notice or care, he decided to make it noticeable and smashed the guitar to the floor and against his amp, shattering it to pieces. And thus began a decades-long destructive affair between Pete and his many guitars.

Townshend would go on to smash more guitars on more stages in more countries the world over than any guitarist in rock ‘n’ roll history. He set the bar high on the act, performing it with an intensity and poetic presentation that bordered on dance. He would often raise his Gibson or Fender high over his head, holding it to the sky - a kind of sacrifice to the muse, to the crowd, to the moment. From there, the smashing took many directions. From bouncing the bottom of the body at the strap-button end off the stage over and over, to wielding it like an axe and chopping down a mic stand, to ramming it over and over into the drum stand or into a tower of speakers, Townshend made each guitar smashing an unforgettable moment for the audience.

In 2020, Roger Daltrey, the lead singer of The Who, perhaps with mischief in mind, said that Pete Townshend would creep around the stage collecting up all the bits of smashed guitars so he could glue them back together again. Which on the face of it wasn’t very rock’n’roll. It gets worse. According to Daltrey, to make it easier to repair his broken guitars, Townshend went to great lengths to smash them up as carefully as possible.

On the How to Wow podcast, Daltrey revealed the careful process behind Townshend’s destruction. “They were real guitars, but we worked out very cleverly that very rarely did the neck break. As long as the neck didn’t break, you could glue the body back,” he said. But Daltrey did charitably add that also pointed out: “It was costly in glue.” Fans of Townshend believed that Daltrey was deliberately trying to sabotage Townshend’s reputation. The pair interacted as little as possible during their time together and especially since the band broke up, doing separate interviews, having separate backstage areas at concerts and even recording entire albums without seeing each other.

However the story has a ring of truth to it. Pete Townshend once confessed inhis autobiography that, “The Who got paid 4000 pounds during those days, but we always smashed our equipment that cost more than 5000 pounds.“ Listen, it’s important to remember that even rock stars are people, and they have to deal with the same mundanities as the rest of us. Why Townshend had to glue all his guitars back together was because it was expensive to replace the smashed guitars and The Who were as frugal as they came.

In any case Townshend helped to set in stone one of rock’n’ roll’s defining images, the art of guitar smashing, unlike any other musical genre. In doing so he paved the way for the likes of other legendary guitarists like Jeff Beck and Jimi Hendrix to smash their guitars during their live performances on stage.

#townshend #pete townshend #quote #the who #music #guitar #rock and roll #rock n roll #guitar smashing #rebel #english #band #1960s #roger daltrey #jimi hendrix #jeff beck

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madame-ellunas-moonlit-readings · 2 years ago

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May 5 - The Dead Travel Fast

Re Dracula/Dracula Daily

Wow. This one was a longer one. I didn't mind it. It was, again, a very good story. But after chapters just 4-7 minutes, 38 minutes was a touch blindsiding. 😂 Apparently it's because Jonathon wrote an entry long enough to be split into 2 chapters. At first I mistook it for 2 separate entries on the same day. But no, that wasn't the case. Woops. I'll be reacting/writing accordingly, thus the chapters.

I wound up reading the Dracula Daily email while listening to the podcast to better follow it. Until now i had been skimming it, but this was a real read along. I'm glad for the decision because I noticed some interesting differences.

I'll get to that in a bit, moving onto the story.

Chapter 1

Poor Jonathon is not off to a good start. The poor thing can't sleep at all and the scenery is looking jagged and indistinct. Again, very ominous. The days experience was so strange and awful he felt the need to note what his dinner had been so readers wouldn't think him a drunk. It sounded delicious, I was actually kind of jealous. He ate robber steak which is bits of bacon, onion and beef seasoned with red pepper and served as a kebab, paired with a wine called 'Golden Mediasch'. The story calls the kebab style 'cat's meat', which made for an interesting research dip. I'll leave some links down the bottom.

When the coach came it drew quite a crowd. They gawked and stared, making crosses and warding off the evil eye, yelling in various languages words like 'hell', 'witch' and something that was either 'were-wolf' or 'vampire'. My bet's on vampire but who knows, maybe it's both. Wouldn't recommend asking the Count after them though. I love Jon's polyglot dictionary. Seems very useful.

Jonathon's poet tongue made a comeback on the journey. His descriptions of the area are breathtaking (though I suppose I should be extending that praise to Stoker). It starts off with brighter scenery, orchards of apple, plum, pear and cherry (it didn't say they were orchards but I think they were), rolling green hills, grasses, woods and forests. Before gradually turning to darker tones, becoming, rugged, jagged, snowy, shadowy , grey and steep, with large groups of praying peasants. You can feel Jonathon's spirits rise and fall. I enjoyed it rather a bit, got completely absorbed in it.

The scenery and explanations given for the conditions on the roads really show the movement from Winter into Spring. I mean, I know I should've gotten that from the date alone, but I'm from the Southern Hemisphere, be nice. Jonathon continues to make for good source of information. I had no idea the roads in the Carpathians were kept poorly to avoid dangerous misunderstandings and conflict with the Turks. How interesting.

Props to the coachman. He tried to break the tensions with a joke that fell a bit flat. A poor attempt is still an attempt. Though his neck-breaking rush seems to be spooking Jonathon too much for anything from him to work, The other passengers getting worked up isn't helping either. The podcast did this well. Their urging voices really amped up the tension. It did take me by surprise that the rush was an attempt to keep Jonathon from heading to the Count. Again. Props to the man. But unfortunately he was busted.

See, here was where I noticed the difference between Dracula Daily (email) and Re Dracula (podcast). The dialogue for when the driver of the Count's calèche confronted the coachmen are different.

Re Dracula

That is why, I suppose, you wished him to go on to Bukovina.

Dracula Daily

"That is why, I suppose, you wished him to go on to Bukovina. You cannot deceive me, my friend; I know too much, and my horses are swift."

The podcast skipped a bit. I can't tell if it was an accident or not. It didn't harm the story, I doubt I'd have noticed at all if I wasn't reading along, but it was different.

Speaking of the calèche, it's mentioned quite a bit so here's what that looks like.

They're sure upping the creep factor of the driver, going on about his gleaming smile, very bright reddish eyes, sharp teeth and the like. Jonathon is definitely regretting his life choices and I agree. Should've listened to your instincts.

The travel just gets creepier and creepier. First they go round and round in a loop along their road while just going forwards. Barrier magic, anyone? Wards perhaps? Then blue fires that seem like wisps and howling spooked dogs that eventually gets taken over by wolves (definitely werewolves). Good luck escaping, Jonathon. I think your paths are closed. But hey, fright of your aside, at least you've made it to the castle, worn and ruined as it looks.

Chapter 2

Poor Jonathon's hindbrain seems to be kicking into action, noticing an odd strength in his driver, an iffy and nightmarish feeling about the place, flames that don't follow known logic and the Count, odd in both appearance and behaviour. But I finally know why he's there in the first place! He's a solicitor! There for business on the purchasing of an estate in London. Not a good sign in regards to Dracula's motives, but still!

Aww, so sweet. Mina seems to be a supportive woman if she's been lecturing him on his view of himself.

It's funny how his concerns were forgotten entirely once food was on the mind. I feel you. It's a bit worrisome, but I feel you. They came back pretty quick when the Count touched him. No Jon. You're not sick and the Count's breath isn't that bad. You're nauseous because your instincts are telling to pack your bags and be on your way. Best listen to them, if you can.

He's not in for a good day tomorrow. Not if he's spent the night letting his mind spin in fear for his life and soul. Good luck.

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It was an interesting chapter, a very good one. They're certainly headed deep into building the setting. I'm looking forward to seeing how Jonathon Harker's (and how did I only just pick up his surname just now?) first day of work goes.

The promised links on Cat Meat Sellers

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donotscratchyoureyes · 2 years ago

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All The Gear And No Idea

A tortured musical instrument/Watford FC analogy

Back in the day, when Britpop was at it’s peak, I played guitar in a local covers band. If you frequented small live music venues between 1995-2000 in the corridor between Hayes and Watford (centring mainly around the Uxbridge area) you might have seen me and four other struggling local musicians performing for a few quid and as much lime and soda as it was possible to consume in three hours.

Often, we’d be on the bill with other bands, most of which were highly accomplished and showed us up to be the young pretenders that we were. Occasionally, however, we would look on in bewildered disbelief at bands who we termed as “all the gear and no idea”.

One such evening that illustrates this was when we were one of four bands booked to play as part of a “mini-festival” at RAF Northolt. Two bands went on before us; a school band doing their first ever gig started proceedings, followed by a female duo one of whom was an excellent bass player clothed only in a skimpy bra. Whilst we were watching and waiting at the side of the stage the headliners decided to come across and introduce themselves. A more cocky and arrogant bunch of pricks it would have been hard to find. Their guitarist was quick to point out the thousands of pounds worth of guitars at his disposal, his hugely impressive rack of effects pedals (he scoffed that I only ever used one clean/overdrive switch) and their over-powering PA. Blimey, we thought, we’d better up our game here or these new superstars of rock n’ roll are going to make us look like right chumps. Such was their collective ego I was imagining that this was going to be a seminal moment in music history and one day I’d be able to tell people we supported them.

Anyway. Our set went down very well with the crowd and once we had finished packing up we got ourselves crowd side to watch the headliners.

What followed was 45 minutes of utter drivel. Out of tune badly played instruments accompanied badly-chosen covers and sixth form standard “here’s one of our own” songs that concluded to absolute silence. In an act of self-preservation they fired up a 20-minute jam of “20th Century Boy” by T-Rex to round off the evening. Unfortunately this proved to be a poor decision and the crowd went mild.

The promoter was understandably rather cheesed-off and asked us to unpack our less expensive, understated gear and do another set. So we did. Starting with a rousing version of “20th Century Boy” by T-Rex.

“This is all marvellous” I hear you say “but what has all of this got to do with Watford?!”

Well. Is it just me or are Watford a bit...”all the gear and no idea” at the moment?

We have, on paper, a squad that most of The Championship would LOVE to have at their disposal. Every time we guest on other team’s podcasts there’s often a slight note of jealousy when they talk about our players. For every Argos £199 guitar and amp bundle in their squad, we can show them a 1958 Les Paul and Marshall JCM800 combo. Trouble is we seem to be missing our equivalent of Slash to get a decent tune out of them.

Watford are a headline band, blessed with a rack of the finest instruments money can buy, but too often they’re only good for the odd chorus sing-a-long. Watching them week in week out you’ll quickly discover yourself in extended “RAF Festival Glam Rock jam” territory.

Still, today, 26 years after the event, I get to tell people we supported that band. Only not in the terms that I suspect they would have wanted at the time.

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maximuswolf · 4 months ago

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Our latest music history commentary podcast at What the Riff: 1972 - August: Emerson, Lake & Palmer “Trilogy” (Rock Music History with Commentary) What the Riff: Podcast Episode 329 – 1972 - August: Emerson, Lake & Palmer “Trilogy”https://ift.tt/PMrHg4G riffs on the third studio album by Emerson, Lake & Palmer entitled “Trilogy” from August 1972 (Fugue / From the Beginning / The Sheriff / Hoedown). ENTERTAINMENT TRACK: Main theme from the motion picture “Super Fly” STAFF PICKS: “Best Thing” by Styx — Bruce. “Rock and Roll, part 2'” by Gary Glitter — Rob. “Brandy (You're A Fine Girl)” by Looking Glass — Lynch. “Will it Go Round In Circles” by Billy Preston — Wayne. INSTRUMENTAL TRACK: “Walk in the Night” by Junior Walker & the All Stars.. Submitted September 23, 2024 at 03:45AM by Whattheriff https://ift.tt/8jk3YcH via /r/Music

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This is one of the funniest podcast episode's I have ever listened to. And yes I am incredibly biased for Brennan Lee Mulligan, the chemistry with Eric and Adal is also incredibly infectious and so fun. Also included my favorite part where Brennan explains what he loves so much about Dungeons and Dragons and it is beautiful.

Please enjoy!

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Eric Silver: What is a perfect encapsulation of dungeons in dragons if someone asks you; "Well what's an example of why you love this thing so much?” What would you say?

Brennan Lee Mulligan: Within the game Dungeons and Dragons there is a marriage of three things going on; There is a dungeon master who has a world and a setting that they've populated with challenges and characters and some kind of plot line. There are players playing these heroic characters and then there are the dice and the dice are a neutral emotionless arbiter of random chance.

And especially for people like myself an adult who has a background in improv we're used to not having those things be adjudicated, right? It's just due to the collaboration ‘-and yes-ending’ of the partners on stage and that's beautiful. I love improv and I will always love improv and that perfect free form role playing.

What is beautiful about the dice is it means you are improvising with someone that you know doesn't care about you and it makes risk and heartbreak and danger…

Adal Rifai: I'm sorry. I'm crying. You, I never realized DnD is unrequited love. Unrequited love with the dice that don't care about you.

Brennan Lee Mulligan: In a moment where you're in an improv scene and something has the emotional resonance of hanging in the balance. You know that it's not really hanging in the balance because there's a human being across the stage from you who you trust who also wants the show to be as good as possible so it's never hanging in the balance. It's just the illusion of it hanging in the balance.

But there's a moment at a gaming table where everyone looks around and they all want the characters to survive. And instead of allowing any of the human beings who have invested months or years into the survival of that character to have a say in their ultimate fate, that fate is handed over to the inscrutable faceless prognostications of small plastic polyhedral dice-

Adal Rifai: Have that sewn into a pillow Eric! I want that I want that in a pillow by tomorrow.

Eric Silver: I'm flipping it (the pillow) over.

Brennan Lee Mulligan: -and as the dice rises into the air there is a moment of surrender to whatever is to come and the emotional resonance of being forced in a story of your own telling. To be ejected from the seat of the ‘storyteller’ and rocketed into the seat of audience member. To a tale of your own devising and to watch that plinkety-planking little D20 roll around. And in the moment of your most dire need you see two numbers; a two and a zero and when that Nat 20 comes up when, it was the only number that could save you the entire table erupts in a moment of triumph and joy and sweet relief. There is no high I have experienced in life like when the whole table knows it's what they need and somehow with only a five percent chance you all get it. Sweet, sweet joy.

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