#Rues Heathers AU

[a-whispering-echo]

Heathers au

have a silly little au that came to me when i was re watching heathers.

my brain went "hehe mtt but theyre the heathers"

and then it went "cross would be veronics"

then "nm would be jd"

and at that point i caved and drew them.

i was gonna have dust and killer the other way round, but then i thought "dusts scarf could be heathers scrunchie, " so this was it is.

I might do some more of these at some point if people like them, draw out some scenes or something lol

[jonathanbyersphd]

just a thought, but how would you write/setup a Jancy hunger games au?

Hi Anon,

Sorry for the delayed response I was traveling.

First (and maybe obviously) I personally would swap the roles so Jonathan is obviously our Katniss and Nancy is Peeta. I think this just makes the most sense with both of their characters.

Next, as sad as it is, I think El as Rue would also make a lot of sense, especially in regards to Rue reminding Katniss of Prim ergo El reminds Jonathan of Will.

I'd also have Hopper as Haymitch bc again it makes sense with the character

Lastly, I think you'd have to create a lot of OC's for other tributes like you could use Billy,Jason, Heather, Chrissy, Eddie and maybe Barb but I think killing off like Steve or Robin or Argyle or anyone else in the party would be incredibly tragic. I mean THG is a tragedy but like it wouldn't be as bad if you use characters that have already died. (Unless you wanted to add suspense you know)

Personally, I think a THG might be hard to pull off because it's a tragedy but like I'm not a really angsty writer. I'm sure someone could do it justice though.

[ilguna]

heyy, i hope you're fine!! i know some time ago you posted something about the next requests you were gonna write/ try to write first. like the next 5 or something. i know, as a fellow writer, that inspiration comes and goes and that you can't just decide to write something and really stick to it, but i was wondering if you have in mind an order for some of the next resquests? or at least the fandoms

i am sorry if it feels like i am rushing you, it's not my intention (i would never do that cus i know how it feels!!), i am just curious and anxious, lol. if you don't feel like it, there's no need to answer this! anyway, sending loveee xxx

oh girl, i'll give you the whole list of everything that's in the inbox rn lol, i have no issue with it.

basic info before the cut shows you everything, i still have 31 requests in my inbox. i have 44 requests in total but 13 are repeats (that i'm saving for a reason lol)

THIS is my most recent weekly update, that was posted about a week ago(?). if you're curious about the next 5 and not the next 31.

however, under the cut you will find a list of all the requests that i have to get through. i don't have titles for all of them. i don't even know my plan for most of them because i figure it out when it's time to write it.

NFWMB pt2 (finnick odair)

too close pt2 (finnick odair)

lovestruck, lovesick, lovelorn pt3 (finnick odair)

seeing ghosts (finnick odair)

johanna mason fic, golden retriever x black cat dynamic with them reuniting during the beach scene

finnick odair fic, 73rd hunger games victor, she makes sure finnick gets out of the arena (and ends up in the capitol because of it)

finnick odair fic, soulmate au, rivalry to lovers.

finnick odair fic, her and finnick don't get along. johanna's her best friend and sets them up.

safer with you pt2 (finnick odair)

plinth legacy pt2 (coriolanus snow)

johanna mason fic, they don't get along, johanna is hurtful and then she has a coming to moment on why she's so mean to her

finnick odair fic, rumors are circulating in the capitol about their relationship because she's seen wearing his clothes

johanna mason fic, reader is a peacekeeper that executed johanna's family (i'm gonna tweak this request a lot)

finnick odair fic, not falling for his 'capitol boy charm' until finnick shows her that he's more than what they say he is

reaper ash fic. (on the fence about writing this one)

haymitch abernathy fic, he's mid twenties, they go to the lake and watch the wildflowers.

finnick odair fic, she has a panic attack after being rescued in 13

finnick odair fic, she's scared of water after being waterboarded in the capitol.

cashmere ritchson fic, cashmere survives the arena because she was secretly a rebel, but the capitol takes her and tries to 'remove her beauty'.

haymitch abernathy fic, she's a victor of 12, won before katniss and peeta (no other info given)

finnick odair fic, he's jealous (no other info given)

finnick odair fic, she was his sister and was reaped for the 74th games (she's supposed to be 12 but i will likely tweak the age) and made friends out of katniss/rue. finnick hears her during the jabberjays and has to explain to katniss how he knows who she is.

heather pt2 (cashmere ritchson)

falling leaves pt2 (johanna mason)

a spnxtwd crossover fic that is too long to type in here

finnick odair fic, modern au/band au where she plays an electric guitar

finnick odair fic, soulmate au, they're reaped for the quarter quell but they're from different districts

finnick odair fic, she fell first but he fell harder prompt

jasper hale fic, a parallel to edward/bella's story

bucky barnes fic, she's a civilian but lives with the avengers, very 2014-tumblr-everyone lives in the tower together feel.

jacob black fic, she's imprinted on by jacob and she's friends with the cullen's. they have to explain to her that they don't get along.

johanna mason fic. no info given, they just want a happy ending.

mother knows best pt2 (finnick odair)

okay so maybe i miscounted but i'm probably on the fence about some of these being 'actual requests' when i can combine them with others lol.

if you have any questions, PLEASE ask them!!

[hilarychuff]

ok just for the heck of it some sansa/jonsa au casting ideas that are very much up for discussion bc i haven’t figured them out enough on my own to hoard privately to make into one of my au graphics or i just probably never will make it into an au graphic but think it’s a fun idea

just dumping A BUNCH of them under the break (like basically everyone except those i am hoarding for later/have more concrete ideas about that i might actually execute in some way) enjoy this peek into my google docs xoxoxox

13 going on 30 Jenna - sansa Matty - jon  Cat - margaery???? cersei???

Panic Heather - sansa (alayne) Lilly - robin Ray - jon Bishop - harry Natalie - myranda Dodge -

OR

Panic Heather - arya Ray - gendry? Bishop - gendry?   Natalie - sansa Dodge - jon Dodge’s sister - bran

Hocus pocus au max - jon Allison - sansa Dani - arya Thackery binx - aegon? (or brandon?) Emily binx - rhaenys? (or lyanna?) Winifred sanderson - cersei Mary sanderson - tyrion??? Lmao Sarah sanderson - jaime lmao

Big little lies Daenerys is Renata (or is Cersei Renata?? Would leave space for dany to be celeste) Margaery is Madeline Jeyne is Celeste?? Daenerys is Celeste?? Sansa is Jane?? Arya is bonnie??????

Timeless Sansa is the historian Jon is the military guy Ygritte is his dead ex Sam is the science guy Theon is the villain guy who later becomes the love interest

Dead to me Jen - arya (not cold but very firmly not warm, resting bitch face, might kill sansa but also might kill for sansa) Judy - sansa (bleeding heart, bad men, so much guilt, more than a little confessy when she’s wronged someone, potential to be kinda gay!) Ted - ???? Steve - harry hardyng? Littlefinger himself? Ramsay? Joffrey? Maybe joffrey works best? Ben - gendry (work if he’s joffrey’s “half-brother” or w/e)

Saved au Mary - sansa Cassandra - arya Roland - willas? Tyrion? Hilary Faye - Margaery? Cersei? Patrick - jon? Pastor skip - ned Mary-Louise Parker - catelyn Dean - loras? Theon? Mitch - renly? Robb? Tia - Veronica -

Don’t look under the bed Frances - sansa Darwin - bran after he falls/is pushed Albert - robb? Joann - jon with modifications so that he is a potential love interest at the end for sansa Larry - theon Zoe - margaery? Parents - ned and cat

Hunger games Katniss - jon tbh lmao Peeta - sansa Gale - ygritte? daenerys? Prim - arya? Or does it have to be bran/rickon since jon is a boy?? Maybe it’s not a boy/girl tribute thing maybe it’s just any two tributes Haymitch - tyrion? Dontos? Mance rayder? Wyman manderly? Thoughts to be thunk here with who would be in what district if we want to really get crazy Effie - varys lmfao???? Finnick - jaime lannister Johanna - daenerys? Ooooh but could be brienne if you leaned into it maybe President snow - mad king aerys? Beetee - tyrion? Rue - satin?

Grease Sandy - sansa Danny - jon Kenickie - tormund? Mance? Roger - sam Other greasers - pyp, grenn, etc Rizzo - ygritte Frenchy - gilly? Val? Idk ygritte for rizzo is really the only one that resonates i just love grease Fuck actually ygritte as the rizzo to sansa’s sandy is so good that this is worth giving some more thought The wall boys are such lil fucking nerds that they feel right for the delinquent greasers, too Although lbr jon is more of an alfalfa in the he-man woman haters’ club than he is a danny zucko Theon is more of a danny zucko but i don’t know if i want this for theonsa Anyway sansa’s whole family moved and robb is now doing athlete shit with whoever that athlete sandy briefly dates is (harry hardyng?) Is chacha val?????? Maybe arya falls in with the pink ladies first and then sansa gets sort of reluctantly dragged along Arya sings sandra dee at first and then when rizzo starts to join in she’s like wait only i get to make fun of sansa

Mama mia Meryl streep - sansa Pierce brosnan - jon Swedish guy - theon Colin firth - loras tyrell Christine baranski - margaery tyrell Other friend - jeyne poole LMFAO catelyn as cher i just cackled why is that so funny even though it doesn’t make sense

Harry Potter Sirius - jon James - Robb Lily - Jeyne westerling (except is she maybe more of a james figure politically) Petunia (but nice) - sansa Peter - theon Remus - samwell Tarly Vernon (but just dating) - Harry Hardyng Madame hooch - arya Weasleys - sam and gilly

New girl Jess - sansa Cece - margaery Nick - jon Schmidt - robb Winston - theon

10th kingdom Virginia - sansa The wolf - jon Jon larroquette - ned

Goodbye earl Maryanne - sansa Wanda - jeyne Earl - ramsay

Bring it on (for the gays) Torrance - sansa Torrance’s lil brother - arya Big red - margaery // cersei? The clovers - the sand snakes Missy - mya stone? // margaery? Cliff - gendry // willas/loras? Aaron - daenerys

Teenage bounty hunters Sterling - sansa Blair - arya Debbie - cat Dana - lysa Bowser - the hound?

Buffy the vampire slayer Buffy - arya Cordelia - sansa Willow - bran Xander - jon Angel - gendry Amy - jojen (or is jojen tara?) Dawn - rickon (robb is already away at college?)

[stardew-wh0re]

hi! welcome to my page.

if you can't tell, i really like stardew valley. but i like plenty of other things.

roleplay is one of those things!

here are ships i enjoy writing:

broadway/musicals

michael x jeremy (bmc)

* i write as michael!

christine x jeremy (bmc)

* i write as christine

heather m x veronica (heathers)

* versatile with who i write

heather m x heather d (heathers)

* i write as heather m

heather m x heather c (heathers)

* i write as heather m

veronica x heather c (heathers)

* i write as veronica

TV shows/movies

ginny x marcus (ginny & georgia)

* i write as ginny

max x abby (ginny & georgia)

* versatile with who i write

max x ginny (ginny & georgia)

* versatile with who i write.

kinsey x gabe (locke & key)

* i write as kinsey

kinsey x scot (locke & key)

* i write as kinsey

kate x emaline (everything sucks!)

* versatile with who i write

emaline x oliver

* i write as emaline

debbie x sandy (shameless)

* i write as debbie

ian x mickey (shameless)

* i write as ian

will x mike (stranger things)

* versatile with who i write

barb x nancy (stranger things)

* versatile with who i write

jonathan x steve (stranger things)

* i write as jonathan

deena x sam (fear street)

* versatile with who i write, preference for sam

ziggy x nick (fear street)

* i write as ziggy

cindy x tommy (fear street)

* i write as cindy

cindy x alice (fear street)

* i write as cindy

ziggy x simon (fear street)

au where simon gets killed and put back into 1978.

willing to do any character from 1994 x ziggy for this au!

* i write as ziggy

kate x simon (fear street)

* i write as kate

deena x kate (fear street)

* versatile with who i write

sam x kate

* versatile with who i write, preference for sam.

brooke x audrey (scream mtv)

* i write as brooke

audrey x noah (scream mtv)

* i write as audrey

riley x noah (scream mtv)

* i write as riley

emma x audrey (scream mtv)

* i write as emma

emma x eli (scream mtv)

* i write as emma

jessica x justin (13 reasons why)

* i write as jessica

jessica x alex (13 reasons why)

* i write as jessica

hannah x clay (13 reasons why)

* i write as hannah

hannah x zach (13 reasons why)

* i write as hannah

hannah x jessica (13 reasons why)

* versatile with who i write

casey x izzie

* versatile with who i write, preference for izzie.

eddie x richie (IT)

* i write as eddie

bev x any male character (IT)

* i write as bev

rue x jules x elliot (euphoria)

needed 3 people or one person playing two characters.

* i write as rue or jules

lexi x fez (euphoria)

* i write as lexi

jules x rue (euphoria)

* versatile with who i write

kat x ethan (euphoria)

* i write as kat

lexi x rue (euphoria)

* versatile with who i write, preference for lexi.

maddy x cassie (euphoria)

pre-nate

post-nate best friends to enemies to lovers trope.

* i write as cassie.

nick x charlie (heartstopper)

* i write as charlie

tara x darcy (heartstopper)

* i write as darcy

tao x elle (heartstopper)

* i write as elle

Video Games

sam x penny (stardew valley)

* i write as penny

sam x sebastian (stardew valley)

* i write as sebastian

abigail x sam x sebsatian (stardew valley)

needed 3 people or one person playing two characters.

* i write as abigail or sebastian

haley x alex (stardew valley)

* i write as haley

ash x larry (sallyface)

* i write as ash

ash x sal (sallyface)

* i write as ash

sal x travis

* i write as sal

sal x larry

pre- henry & lisa's marriage

* i write as sal

i will add if i can think of any other ships!

i am also open to writing many of these characters x your oc, or characters listed x my oc!

feel free to dm me if anything interests you :)

[la-semillera]

LEE KRASNER & HEATHER DOHOLLAU

La maison de la vie

.

Je cherchais le réel

Hors la fuite des heures

Les lieux du mirage

Mais ce fut le cercle

Instable du présent

Qui livrait le monde

Ce fruit de l'air

Il suffisait de se retourner

Et de regarder comme dans un berceau

Le vide ourlé du temps

De se pencher sur la blancheur

Et de croire aux couleurs

A la mer réelle des marées

A la vie de la mort

...

Quelle maison est la mienne?

Une qui m'attend derrière le mur du jour

Ou loin en arrière au coeur d'une rue

Dans une ville autre et la même

Ou celle dont chaque instant est le seuil

Ces fleurs là-bas sur une table

Dans un bruissement de porte

 

Pages aquarellées

- Heather Dohollau, de Folle Avoine 1989

- Lee Krasner, Culminating Point, 1979

[julienleery]

Rayon de soleil de papier

Je me tiens debout dans le train pour rentrer chez moi, Heather Nova dans les oreilles, et je relis le mot qu’elle m’a écrit sur un petit bout de papier plié. Je n’arrive pas à le lâcher alors je joue avec, le plie et replie, le fait rouler sous mes doigts, comme pour le sentir dans mes mains. Comme pour me prouver qu’il est bien réel. Cela fait quelques jours qu’il m’est parvenu, mais je n’arrive pas à m’en séparer, il a élu domicile au fond de la poche de mon jean délavé, parcourant les journées à mes côtés. Il commence à être usé et l’encre à s’effacer, mais je peux toujours y déchiffrer ces quelques mots affectueux. Une citation, qui parle des personnes vraies et de leur rayonnement solaire. Je regarde par la fenêtre, témoin d’une ville qui vit et s’évanouit à cent à l’heure, et je pense à elle. Je pense aux rues-veines qui font circuler le sang au rythme des vies qui se croisent. Je pense aux belles rencontres que l’on n’attend pas. Et je pense aussi un peu à moi et au chemin parcouru. C’est judicieux cette comparaison avec notre étoile lumineuse — si elle savait à quel point elle a été mon rayon de soleil durant ce drôle d’été. Alors que je range le bout de papier au fond de ma poche, je prends le temps de regarder tous ces gens assis autour de moi, tous ces visages, toutes ces vies ; et je suis reconnaissant que ce soit elle qui ait croisé ma route. Mon arrêt approche déjà et j’en viens à souhaiter du fond du cœur que notre route ensemble soit un peu plus longue que ce trajet en train. La pluie a fait un retour fracassant pour calmer les ardeurs d’un mois d’août étouffant. Je suis impatient de revoir son sourire arc-en-ciel.

[warlockboyfriends]

pjo heathers the musical au

who wanna guess who jd and veronica are? or the heathers?? 

[wehadtodayandstuff]

Rayon de soleil de papier

Je me tiens debout dans le train pour rentrer chez moi, Heather Nova dans les oreilles, et je relis le mot qu’elle m’a écrit sur un petit bout de papier plié. Je n’arrive pas à le lâcher alors je joue avec, le plie et replie, le fait rouler sous mes doigts, comme pour le sentir dans mes mains. Comme pour me prouver qu’il est bien réel. Cela fait quelques jours qu’il m’est parvenu, mais je n’arrive pas à m’en séparer, il a élu domicile au fond de la poche de mon jean délavé, parcourant les journées à mes côtés. Il commence à être usé et l’encre à s’effacer, mais je peux toujours y déchiffrer ces quelques mots affectueux. Une citation, qui parle des personnes vraies et de leur rayonnement solaire. Je regarde par la fenêtre, témoin d’une ville qui vit et s’évanouit à cent à l’heure, et je pense à elle. Je pense aux rues-veines qui font circuler le sang au rythme des vies qui se croisent. Je pense aux belles rencontres que l’on n’attend pas. Et je pense aussi un peu à moi et au chemin parcouru. C’est judicieux cette comparaison avec notre étoile lumineuse — si elle savait à quel point elle a été mon rayon de soleil durant ce drôle d’été. Alors que je range le bout de papier au fond de ma poche, je prends le temps de regarder tous ces gens assis autour de moi, tous ces visages, toutes ces vies ; et je suis reconnaissant que ce soit elle qui ait croisé ma route. Mon arrêt approche déjà et j’en viens à souhaiter du fond du cœur que notre route ensemble soit un peu plus longue que ce trajet en train. La pluie a fait un retour fracassant pour calmer les ardeurs d’un mois d’août étouffant. Je suis impatient de revoir son sourire arc-en-ciel.

[nnjzz]

- - - mercredi 14 Nov-2018

20:00

BRIDGET HAYDEN / uk CHARALAMBIDES / us MARIACHI & AUGUSTIN BETTE / fr JON COLLIN / uk se Le Non_Jazz Les Nautes 1 Quai des Célestins 75004 M° Sully-Morland

P.A.F. 6€ ============= CHARALAMBIDES / us Formé à Houston, Tx en 1991 par le couple Christina et Tom Carter (ex-guitariste du groupe psychédélique The Mike Gunn), le duo, devenant parfois + occasionnellement trio (enrichi par les apports de - successivement - Kyle Silfer, Jason Bill et, enfin, Heather Leigh) dès leur premier album, "Our Bed Is Green", avait fait "preuve d'une connaissance affirmée des propriétés "sépulcrales" du blues et de la country américaine, ainsi que d'une maîtrise des manipulations de bandes, ainsi qu'une indifférence aux étiquettes musicales et un penchant certain pour le drone de guitare." (Instants Ch. ) Acid-folk ? Psych-rock ? Impro ? Hybride, tellurique et hantée, défiant toute sorte de catégorisation hâtive, leur musique, tantôt contemplative, tantôt tourmentée, puise ses sources autant du côté de chez Skip James que chez Tony Conrad, Linda & Sonny Sharrock, Robbie Basho, voire même aux racines amérindiennes de leur pays. Guitare acide & bouillonnante de Tom, fin tisserand de textures alambiquées et touffues, crée un canevas-écrin pour les mélopées incantatoires de Christina, évoquant parfois Patty Waters ou Jeanne Lee (entre autres), et les deux s'embrasent dans une étreinte fusionnelle mais fragile. En 26 ans de carrière (?), nombre de LPs, CDs, cassettes virent le jour via leur propre label, Wholly Other d'abprd et ensuite chez Siltbreeze, Kranky, Drunken Fish, Crucial Blast ...   Les Suisses de la Cave 12 disaient ceci à leur propos : "(...)  Fantômes décharnés et méconnaissables du folk et du blues américain ; spectre du psychédélisme des années 60 et 70 ; guitar heroes, défunts, mais à l’esprit et l’énergie toujours pénétrants, ballades bancales, explorations improvisées… une musique habitée, mystérieuse et évocatrice, qu’elle soit sombre ou lumineuse et un duo à la discographie impressionnante De dire que les mots « uniques » et « singuliers » sont sur-utilisés dans le fait de décrire la musique réside à statuer l’évidence. D’appliquer ces mots aux sons créés depuis 15 ans par les diverses configurations duo/trio du groupe texan CHARALAMBIDES serait une litote. Voilà un groupe capital et à l’influence majeure, qui a défriché de nouveaux territoires dans la vallée primitive/folk/mystique/improvisation/psychique dans laquelle ils besognent. « … il y a là une réelle musique ethnique expérimentale du 21ème siècle qui explore la tranquillité et la stase… de la même manière que des musiciens de la deuxième partie du 20ème siècle découvraient l’amplification, le bruit et le vitesse. » ( Marcus Boon in The Wire)

https://charalambides.bandcamp.com/album/our-bed-is-green

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LU-pOqep2rc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGfeFV612jg

http://www.furious.com/perfect/charalambides.html

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TN0fqDYIvpU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AuVyeluTEo

BRIDGET HAYDEN / uk " galaxy electrified musical noise" "fut / est / sera à vie liée à l'aura et au mythe du magnifique collectif psych-drone Vibracathedral Orchestra formé à Leeds il y a une vingtaine d'années, Elle fit par la suite également partie -  occasionnellement - des Telescopes ou Sunburned Hand of the Man. Solo, elle compose à base d'un set-up de fortune (trucs trouvés dans la rue et / ou empruntésà droite et à gauche), des chansons minimales, lentes (et très lentes) au psychédélisme latent et / ou lénifiant - des faux / vrais brouillons d'embryons de blues étirés et noyés dans la réverbe, trébuchant sur la delay, voguant à travers de vastes étendues dévastées d'un cosmos intérieur trouble.

Bridget Hayden's music is equal parts scuzz, drift, echo, and dream.

(Black Dead Sea blogspot)

Bridget Hayden wrote history as a violinist with Vibracathedral Orchestra, the mother of early twenty-first century European avant-garde drone rock. In 2006 she left the band to focus on her own work, which alongside that of intense drone pieces also includes poetry, film and painting. With guitar and viola she exorcices the heavy noise from her body. (kraak) "Previously found prizing atom splitting feedback through a horizontal guitar, Bridget Hayden’s solo experiments have more lately sought the brooding, layered blues that we find resonating in “An Indifferent Ocean”. A stripped down set up, featuring an out of tune, hand me down guitar, two pedals of similar origin – no delays – and a donated fourtrack port-a-studio found on the street, has converged to form a crafted storm of abyss kicking improvisation”..(kraak)

http://notwavingordrowning.co.uk/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YSmHuBMkeo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zQ3McBuQDM

https://bridgethayden.bandcamp.com/

JON COLLIN / uk se " ...a guitar player from Lancashire, UK, currently based in Sweden. On record he plays either improvised freeform abstract blues or through-composed minimalistic utilitarian drone music. His live shows are improvisations using a system of body, mind, breath, strings and electricity. His most recent LP releases are The Nature (Early Music; 2017) and the forthcoming Water and Rock Music Volume 1 (Feeding Tube; 2018). (Café OTO) Guitariste au style épuré (mots-clés : suspense / délicatesse /abstraction / fragilité / imprévisibilité....) jouant beaucoup avec les silences, égrenant des notes en apesanteur, suspendues au bord du vide. Actif solo ou en groupe (SERFS, WHOLE VOYALD INFINITE LIGHT ou VAMPIRE BLUES...), il dirige par ailleurs l'excellent label "artisanal" Winebox Press. "(...) Initialement influencé par Loren Mazzacane Connors, sa musique s'est au fil des années et des disques émancipée vers des sommets mélodiques d'une intensité et d'une mélancolie qui touche au sublime" (dixit Les Concerts Des Ultimes Adieux Et De L'oubli).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3MHy7sRJYk

https://soundcloud.com/j-collin

https://soundcloud.com/j-collin

https://joncollin.bandcamp.com/

MARIACHI + AUGUSTIN BETTE / fr pariggi Ce n'est pas la première fois que Nina Garcia aka MARIACHI croise le manche et le corps de sa strato avec les baguettes / mailloches / cymbales et fûts d'Augustin Bette pour un duo / duel riche en subtilités / nuances / polyrythmies / échardes soniques, ruptures et brisures.

Elle : outre son explosif projet solo, également "repérée" déjà notamment  chez MAMIEDARAGON & dans son excellent duo avec Maria Bertel.

Lui : joue régulièrement & dans moult configurations / permutations possibles de l'actuelle scène post-jazz / néo-impro de la capitale, notamment avec / dedans le collectif 2035 (avec entre autres Basile Naudet, Alexandre du Closel, Morgane Carnet, Luca Ventimiglia...)... "développe une approche rudimentaire et maximaliste de la batterie où l’espace se remplit de roulements, de frisés, d’harmoniques et se dilate en de longues litanies rythmiques" (Instants Chavirés) Tous les deux jouent régulièrement dans ENSEMBLE ELECTRON, big-band d'improvisation dirigée par 'Olivier Benoit.

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My Arrow Flies Ch. 1

Hunger Games AU: When Hiccup Haddock is reaped for the 74th annual Hunger Games with Astrid Hofferson, he thought it was the end. All he had to rely on were his crafting skills, a bow, and his meager hunting knowledge. Meanwhile, Astrid Hofferson just wants to survive-and keep an eye on Hiccup.

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My arrow flies

Strong and true

I won't miss my mark

Nor feel any rue

This cruel world

Is all we knew

Our lives painted gray

With a hazy hue

The birds who sing

Haven't got a clue

Of the lives we live

While they simply flew

We might say goodbye

One day quite soon

To this life we live

And start anew

My arrow flies

Strong and true

My aim won't fail

Neither should you

Hiccup POV

TWANG!

I cursed under my breath, watching the rabbit I was hunting skitter away. I tossed my long auburn-colored bangs out of my eyes, trudging to the tree my arrow hit. I grabbed the arrow with one hand, yanking it out. I reached back, sliding the arrow back into my quiver. Tightening my hold on my hand-made bow, I silently followed my prey.

I was hoping to make a nice meal for my father- or, relatively nice. We're used to eating half-baked bread and the meager amounts of grain the Capitol gives us. Why do I want to make a nice dinner? Today is the Reaping.(1) Usually after the Reaping is over, everyone celebrates. Well, almost everyone.

Lucky for me, I know how to hunt. I'm also pretty good at making traps, but someone might find them and take my game. My mother, Valka, taught me how to hunt when I was little. Well, littler. She died in a mine explosion when I was eleven. No one found hers or anyone else's bodies.

Even though hunting or and even stepping foot in the woods is illegal, I do it anyway. In fact, more things are illegal here than things that aren't illegal. Some of the many illegal things are owning weapons, hunting, going outside the district, and generally being happy. Sarcasm so included.

"District Twelve. Where you can starve to death in safety." I muttered sarcastically. I glanced over my shoulder, making sure no one was following me. Even in the middle of the woods, you tend to worry about being caught. Courtesy of the Capitol, of course.

When I was younger, I used to scare my parents to death by making sarcastic comments about the Capitol. The Capitol is the people who rule our country, Berk. The Capitol is far away from here, almost all the way across the country. Still, they're pretty good at keeping order here. They usually do it by executing anyone who so much as breathes. I still make sarcastic comments about food shortages, the Reaping, and occasionally the Hunger Games. I mostly do it in my head, so no one can hear me. I definitely don't do it in front of my father.

Not many in District Twelve like me. In fact, I think they despise me. I'm not sure if it's because of my witty comments, my lean structure, or something as simple as my messy hair. Maybe it's because I'm the mayor's son. Either way, barely anyone talks to me. Almost everyone avoids me, which I'm okay with. Less people to get in my way, right?

I pushed aside a stray branch, stepping over a log. My green eyes locked on the rabbit, which was sitting directly in front of me. I crouched down, pulling an arrow out of my quiver. I positioned it on the bow, pulling back the string, and aiming the arrow at my prey. I narrowed my eyes, preparing to shoot it in the eye.

"Watcha up to, Haddock?" Startled, I released the arrow. It landed several feet from the rabbit, who bounded away. Turning around, I glared at the intruder. Heather, my best-and only-friend, was trudging towards me. She had long black hair, pulled into a braid over her shoulder. Her green eyes sparkled mischievously, and her lips quirked into a cocky grin.

"I was hunting, until someone scared off my prey!" I huffed, standing up. I trudged into the small clearing, grabbing my arrow.

"Relax, Haddock. You'll find another one." She said. My real name is Hiccup, but she calls me Haddock. I'm not sure if it's because it's my last name, or simply because it's a type of really ugly fish. "It's not like it's the only rabbit in the woods!"

"It was the first rabbit I found for miles!" I turned around, glaring at her again. She grinned at me, seeming even more amused.

"Fine, you're that desperate to catch something?" Heather picked up a decent-sized rock, throwing it into a nearby tree. Several birds flew out of the branches, shrieking loudly. Quickly, I positioned my arrow and launched it, hitting one of the birds. "There you go!" Heather said.

I stuck out my tongue at her, jogging towards the fallen bird. I picked it up by the arrow impaling it, then examined the bird. "I suppose it'll do…"

"What do you need it for, anyway?" Heather frowned. "Can't you just get food? You're the mayor's son, you're rich."

"This isn't for me. It's for my dad. He loves fresh meat."

"Still, couldn't you just take it?" Heather asked. She's poorer than I am, and lives in the Seam. That's the name for the part of the town where all the miners live. I used to live there, before my mom and I moved in with my dad. Now, since my mom is technically blown to bits, I still stay with my dad. Heather is sometimes bitter about this, and I honestly don't blame her. She has barely enough food to survive, while I could have all I want.

"I'd rather not." I answered. "There's other people who need it more than I do."

Heather smiled fondly at me. "You're too selfless for your own good, you know that?"

I blushed slightly, not used to being praised. "Yeah, I know."

Heather and I sat on a hill, watching the birds fly. I sighed wistfully, watching them swoop over the trees. Heather broke the silence. "Don't you wish we could just leave this place? We could be free, like the birds."

I nodded. "That would be nice. We probably wouldn't get five miles, what with all the Peacekeepers(2) around."

"Well, if we could, I'd go that way." She pointed at the horizon, where the trees extended for miles.

I smirked slightly. "Oh, I almost forgot." I pulled a loaf of bread out of my pouch, handing Heather a piece. I took on the accent of Eret, son of Eret, the overly enthusiastic Capitol resident, who comes to District Twelve once a year to read out the names at the Reaping. "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds-"

"Be ever in your favor!" Heather finished. We busted out in a fit of laughter. Heather and I joke about the Hunger Games a lot-either that, or we could be scared to death. I prefer joking, honestly. And, as a plus, the Capitol accents are so ridiculous that almost anything sounds funny!

I smiled over at Heather, who was still giggling. She's one of the only people who I can be myself around. No hiding my thoughts or stoic expressions: just myself. I watch as she stuffs some of the bread in her mouth, still smiling. It's crazy how alike our eyes are- they're just a shade different. Heather's eyes are more of a grassy green, while mine are closer to the shade of the forest.

Most of the people in District Twelve have dark hair and brown eyes. I stand out a lot, with my auburn hair and green eyes. Plus, a lot of the people here are huge compared to me. They also smell like pigs, if that helps describe them better.

I sighed quietly. "We should probably get back. The Reaping is at two."

Heather also sighed. "You're right." She stood, then held out a hand. I took it and pulled myself up. We walked down the hill, both trying not to think about what was coming. I never noticed Heather hesitated to release my hand.

I walked through the streets alone. Heather had gone to her home earlier to get ready for the Reaping. Everyone dresses in their best clothes, and scrubs themselves as clean as possible- which still isn't very clean. Most of us work in the coal mines, so we tend to get really dirty. I suppose I should go get ready as well, but I'm avoiding my father. He's usually the grumpiest on Reaping day, not that I can blame him. Every Reaping there's a chance I, his only son, could be reaped to go into the Hunger Games. Although he never shows it, I can tell he cares about me.

I sighed heavily, ducking my head down. I tried avoiding everyone's accusatory glares. Like I said, not many people here like me. As if it's my fault I don't have to get a tessera!(3)

I glanced up momentarily, then looked back down. Many families were in their yards, washing themselves in a tub. The water was tinted black with dirt and coal dust from working in the mines. I scowled bitterly. The Capitol is evil, treating people this way. I'll admit, although I'm treated much better than those in the Seam, I still hate it. It makes me sick how those in the Capitol act.

I tensed up, feeling like someone was watching me. I turned around, darting my eyes back and forth. Finally deciding no one was there, I continued walking towards my house.

I closed the door to my house, walking inside. I listened to my footsteps echo around empty room. "Hello?" I called. I pricked my ears, listening for activity. When I didn't hear anything, I assumed my dad was out getting ready for Reaping day. I sighed, trudging up the stairs to my room. Once reaching my small bed, I froze. There, on the sheets, was a small silver pin. I wouldn't have noticed it, if it wasn't so shiny.

I walked up to my bed, picking up the pin. I stared at it curiously, turning it back and forth. It was circular, with a strange design on it. It looked like a curled-up dragon, complete with two tailfins. I cocked my head. Who would've put this on my bed? Shrugging, I set it on my night stand.

Once finished putting on my nicest clothes, I looked in the small mirror. I wore a light green tunic and greenish-brown pants. I attempted to smooth down my messy hair, but gave up eventually. Trying to tame my hair is always a lost cause. I looked around my room wistfully, as it could easily be my last time being in this house. A glint of silver caught my attention. I looked back at the night stand, where that silver pin still sat. I picked it up, shrugging. I attached it to the right side of my shirt, close to my heart. You never know, maybe it'll give me good-or better luck.

I walked through the square, looking for both Heather and my dad. I had already signed myself in, which is mandatory to do. The square was extremely crowded, since the entire population of about eight thousand was required to be there. If you weren't, you could be imprisoned, unless if you were literally at death's door.

Since I was unable to find Heather or my dad, I just went to stand with the other seventeen year old boys. Most of them ignored me, as usual. I stared up at the stage, where there were two large glass bowls, one for the girls and one for the boys. They were both filled with little papers slips, each with a different name on them. Six of them had my name on them.

Finally, my dad appeared. He truly lives up to the name Stoick the Vast. He's a mountain of a man, with a wild red beard and piercing green eyes. He was dressed in his nicest suit for the occasion. He sat in a large chair on the stage, then was joined by Eret Eretson. I stared at the empty third chair, which was supposed to be occupied by District Twelve's one victor.

Eret Eretson, District Twelve's escort, was dressed like a typical Capitol citizen. He had bluish hair, blue tattoos on his chin, and wore a yellow suit. He grinned at everyone, waving with his regular flourish.

When my dad stood, everyone in the crowds instantly quieted. He cleared his throat, then spoke in his usual booming voice. He told the exact same story as every year: about Berk, which rose from the ashes of what used to be the Archipelago. He talked about the droughts, the storms, the fires, the disasters, and about the seas that swallowed most of the Archipelago. After this came Berk, a new country consisting of the Capitol, surrounded by thirteen districts. After that came the Dark Days, which was the time of the rebellion of the districts. They failed, and District Thirteen was destroyed. The Capitol issued the Treaty of Treason, and instated the Hunger Games as a reminder that the Dark Days should never happen again.

The rules of the Hunger Games are very simple. A boy and a girl from each district, called tributes, are imprisoned in a huge outdoor arena. Inside could consist of anything from a desert to a frozen wasteland. The tributes are forced to fight to the death, until only one remains.

This was the Capitol's way of reminding us that they are in absolute control of us. They use our fear to stop us from attempting another uprising. I have to admit, it's a smart tactic. Evil, but smart.

Even worse, the Capitol forces us to treat the Hunger Games like a big festivity. They turn it into a TV show for the Capitol citizens, who place bets on the different tributes. To them, this is just a big game. To us, it's completely terrifying.

The victor's district gets monthly prizes, mostly consisting of food. The district gets to celebrate with delicacies like sugar, while the other eleven districts still starve to death. Unfair? Definitely.

"It is both a time of repentance, and a time of thanks." My dad finishes. Then, he lists the names of the past victors. The only one from District Twelve was a man named Gobber the Belch, who just now stumbled onto the stage. He screamed something unintelligible, then fainted in a chair. I assumed he was drunk. He was a funny looking man, with a long blonde mustache and a large potbelly.

Stoick started turning red. He knew that because of Gobber's behavior, District Twelve was the laughing stock of Berk. The entire speech was being televised as he spoke. He cleared his throat, and introduced Eret Eretson.

Eret leapt up, walking flauntily to the podium. He spoke in that ridiculous Capitol accent, that Heather and I usually thought was hilarious. Now, though, my heart was pounding. He was about to choose the tributes. "Happy Hunger Games!" He said with a flourish. "And may the odds be ever in your favor." He droned on and on about what an honor it was to be here, but I knew he just wanted to be promoted to a better District. Most of the Capitol citizens laughed at District Twelve, since we were the poorest.

I looked through the crowd, spotting Heather. She smiled slightly, giving me a thumbs up. I smiled back at her, mouthing a "good luck." I knew the odds were not in her favor. She had to apply for several tesseraes. She looked away, biting her lip nervously. I did the same, and sighed heavily.

Eret sauntered to the large glass bowls, preparing to draw a name. "Boys first!" He said, as always. I never understood this, since the other Districts usually did girls first. He reached in a hand, grabbing a small slip of paper. My heart pounded, feeling like it was about to jump out of my ribcage. He slowly unfolded the slip of paper.

The whole crowd held their breath, waiting for the cursed name to be read. I begged Thor for it not to be me. Eret opened his mouth. "Hiccup Haddock." It was me.

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4thWorld Radyo // The Constant American: Patriotism and the Fine Art of Passive Acquiescence

4thWorld Radyo // The Constant American: Patriotism and the Fine Art of Passive Acquiescence

SUMMARY: Host @TheAngryindian Speaks on recent events and other topics concerning American political conformity; social partisanship and the modern herd-mentality prism reflecting the not-so-subtle Eurosettler dominated context of racial and misogynist denial operative within North America.

EXTRAS: The usual mix of political PSAs; archived political commentery; found news clips and soothing…

EXTRAS: The usual mix of political PSAs; archived political commentery; found news clips and soothing Protest Sounds to listen to on your way to your next political club meeting. #PrisonStrike All this and much more on, 4WR. The official Internet radio broadcast of the Aboriginal Press News Service Listen/ Download: (mp3) / (ogg) Further Reading:

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October 7, Brisbane - Mega Day of Action to Close the Camps

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Onder de noemer “links fascisme” willen ze tijdens hun volgende bijeenkomst antifascisme neerzetten als “een groot gevaar voor de vrijheid van meningsuiting.” Ironisch, komende van een partij die pleit voor een “uitsluitend blank Nederland” en de fascistische idealen van nazi Duitsland promoot als gewenst alternatief voor de huidige samenleving.

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J. Lester Feder/Laura Kaiser/Florian Franze -- These Politicians Have The Most To Gain From Germany’s Anti-Immigrant Unrest — And They Know It - “Their declared goal is to get rid of Germany and the Germans — that’s what their leading politicians are more or less saying,” he said, again aiming his harshest words at the country’s left-wing parties. Bernhard spoke before an audience of around 150 people, a majority of them men and nearly all over 50, gathered inside a run-down meeting space on the outskirts of Chemnitz. After outrage over the killing of a local man turned into violent protests, the city has unexpectedly found itself at the center of Germany’s immigration debate and an international outcry about a rising far right.

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A l'ouest, mais toujours antifascistes - Festival antifasciste

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Tenter de faire les derniers résumés bien après que tout se soit passé ; une grande boucle depuis Mount Nathan, QLD, en passant par Adelaide, SA, et la Great Ocean Road, puis Melbourne, VIC, et Sydney, NSW

#1 Passage par Moreton Island (non conté) qui aura duré une semaine et demie et fini en catastrophe après une rencontre avec les sandflies et le millier de piqûres et l'allergie et l’inflammation et l'infection et la peau pourrie et les bubons. Se réfugier chez Heather et Gérard, rencontrés sur une aire d'autoroute deux à trois semaines plus tôt et qui deviennent assez vite nos grands-parents de cœur. Y rester deux mois et demi plutôt que la semaine initialement prévue. Être nourries et logées comme des reines contre le travail dans le jardin le matin – par contre Gérard rigole pas et ne fait pas faire des travaux de rigolos. Être bien contente de déjà savoir utiliser les machines ; n'avoir qu'à gérer la chaleur, les bêtes et les maux de dos. Dompter les Kookaburras et les Butcherbirds à coups de cheddar et fromage rappé. Jouer avec Clayton le berger allemand de la taille d'un poney sans y laisser de doigt. Les parties de pétanque avec Gérard. Et de dés, aussi. La Zumba avec Heather – un peu la catastrophe ceci dit. Piscine tous ensemble. Babysiter Oliver. Visiter O'Reilly pour nourrir les lamas et marcher sur des ponts entre les arbres. Visiter des grottes à vers luisant en pleine nuit. Faire les marchés. S'infiltrer sur les presqu'îles super huppées de la côté pour critiquer l'architecture. Rencontrer plein de monde. Tellement de monde. Se voir proposer d'être formée par Gérard en trois ans pour prendre sa suite en menuiserie. Travailler pour une amie de leur amie un mois et demi à faire le ménage chez les gens riches et être extrêmement bien payées. Réussir à payer nos billets de retour et financer le reste du voyage. Se prendre plusieurs semaines de vacances pour aller voir le centre et un peu au nord. Entretenir le jardin de gens ci et là. #2 Grand départ de chez Heather et Gérard et réelle tristesse. Faire Mount Nathan - Adelaide en trois jours. Adelaide qui n'est pas ouf. Passer une nuit à Maslin Beach avant de visiter Kangaroo Island et se faire inviter à dormir au chaud par une inconnue dans la rue. Y passer une deuxième nuit tellement c'était bien. Kangaroo Island où il faut payer pour absolument tout, du ferrie à la recherche d'animaux sauvages. Vu des koalas en sanctuaire et entendu leur cri déstabilisant, des kangourous un peu aussi, et UN pingouin. Reprendre la route à travers les paysages qui rappelle la maison avec ses collines, ses vallons, ses vignes et ses meules toutes rondes. S'attacher énormément au fait d'avoir toujours les étoiles au dessus de la tête quand on dort dans la voiture. Voir deux colonies de phoques à Cape Bridgewater. Utiliser notre matériel de plongée offert par Pete après une bonne randonnée, comme récompense. Se baigner en short et t-shirt et hurler en entrant dans l'eau parce qu'elle est mortellement froide. Voir un petit requin entre les algues et sprinter jusqu'au ponton ; ne plus revenir dans l'eau. Attaquer la Great Ocean Road. Les falaises et nombreux points de vue où on s'arrête. Se faire rentrer dedans sur un parking par des touristes et gagner 300 dollars en dédommagement (pour une voiture qu'on prévoit de vendre à la casse). Rencontrer la cousine de Heather – et son mari – à  Apollo Bay. A-do-rables. Dégoûtées de ne pas pouvoir y rester plus longtemps. Trois jardins à tondre et du bois à ranger en échange de deux nuits d’hébergement et de festins. Visite de la ville et visite privée du musée avec eux, alors que Neville sort tout juste de l’hôpital. Jouer les fripouilles avec Neville the Devil. Encore triste quand on s'en va. #3 Avant dernière grande ville sur notre route, Melbourne. Rencontrer nos premiers réels bouchons pour tout traverser et retrouver Graeme qui nous accueille chez lui pour quelques jours et contre rien du tout. Passer du temps avec Jennifer qui nous fait pas mal visiter la ville. Chercher l'art de rue et les arcades hyper mignonnes comme un jeu de piste. Retrouver aussi Kayleigh et Henry pour un restau et une autre chasse aux allées à graffitis (dont la rue AC/DC). Faire Melbourne - Sydney en deux jours, avec une grosse frayeur en plein milieu à base de « ça fait beaucoup trop longtemps qu'on est sur la réserve et toujours pas de station en vue ». Être témoin du balai des raies cette nuit là en s'arrêtant à Eden. Se payer un YHA dans Sydney pour y garer la voiture mais vendre ladite voiture dès le lendemain de notre arrivée. Avoir de la chance parce que la marque et le modèle de la voiture se vend bien même dans les casses bondées. Ajouter à ça l'annulation de l'assurance et de la registration puis la fermeture des comptes en banque la même journée. Aller plus vite que ce qu'on avait prévu dans notre emploi du temps et se faire un peu chier les six jours qu'il reste parce qu'on a déjà vu un peu tout ce qu'on voulait voir à Sydney. Se reposer et changer de Backpacker, moins cher. S’entraîner à vider nos sacs le plus possible pour prendre l'avion. Aller se boire des coups à deux dans les bars où on avait l'habitude d'aller avec les coupaings et être mélos et gaites à la fois. Passer le dernier jour avec les sacs à se trimballer à la bibliothèque du quartier et lire, lire, LIRE avant de prendre notre avion à 21h30. Le thon de notre salade qui coule du tupperware dans mon sac à dos ; bonne odeur garantie pendant le vol. Escale à Shanghai dans une drôle d'ambiance un peu autoritaire. Notre dernier vol qui arrive à Paris avec du retard. Reconnaître ma mère au quart de seconde et entre mille derrière la vitre qui nous sépare de ceux qui attendent de retrouver un proche. Me planter devant elle sans rien dire pendant qu'elle est perdue dans son téléphone. Son cri quand elle relève les yeux.