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Halazia

Kingdom of Halazia take over the nearby human run Kingdoms who abuse hybrids

Human girl named Cora inherited a huge home with a fortune and basically runs a hybrid rescue center in her home helping hybrids get away from aholes

When the Kings of Halazia invade their small town the hybrids that live with Cora protect her from being subjected to the same harsh treatment as their abusive ex-owners

Cora's Rescues

Mark Lee

Jay B

BamBam

Shotaro

Yuta

Lucas

YangYang

Ten

Jeongin

Hyunjin

Lee Know

Vernon

S.Coups

Woozi

Hoshi

Jaehyun

Taeyong

Sehun

Baekhyun

Chanyeol

Riki/Ni-ki

Jeno

Renjun

Jaemin

Taemin

Kai

Lay

Tao

Jungwoo

Namjoon

Jungkook

Leedo

Jisoo

Jennie

Rose

Lisa

Jessi

Jackson Wang

B.M

Changkyun

Hyunwoo

Wonho

Eric Nam

Jimin

Yoshi

Haruto

Sungchan

Jay

Jake

Soobin

Taehyun

Hybrids of Halazia

Amber Lui

Asahi

AleXa

Arthur

Bang Chan/Chris

Beomgyu

Bang Yedam

B.I

Bobby

Baekgyeul

Changbin

Chen

Choi In

Cha Eunwoo

Choi Hyunsuk

Chan

Chenle

D.O

Doyoung

Daniel Kang

Dino

Donghun

Dann

Doyoung

Eden

(the)8

Felix

Giselle

G-Dragon

Han

Hyungwon

Hoseok

Hendry

Haechan

Hongjoong

Hwangwoong

Huta

Hwon

Heeseung

HyunA

Irine

Ivan

Intak

Junkyu

Jihoon

Jun

Jeonghan

Jiwoo

Jahan

Jun

Joshua

Jinyoung

Jungwon

J.Seph

Jin

Joy

Jongho

Johnny

Jisung

Jooheon

Kun

Kai Kamal Huening

Kim Byeongkwan

Keoho

Kris

Kihyun

Key

Karina

Louis

Lu Han

Mingu

Mujin

Mashiho

Mingi

Moonbin

Minhyuk

Mark Tuan

Minho

NingNing

Onew

Park Jeongwoo

Peinal

Ravn

Romin

Rano

Suga

Seungyeop

Sunghoon

So Junghwan

Seungkwan

Soul

Sunoo

Seoho

Somin

Suho

Seungmin

San

Seunghwa

Seulgi

Taeil

T.O.P

Taeyang

Winter

Woojin

Wendy

Wooyoung

Wow

Wonjun

Won Hyuk

Wonwoo

Xiaojun

Xuimin

Yugyeom

Youngjae

Yunho

Yeosang

Yeonjun

Yejun

Soobin, Jessi, Mark, B.M, Sehun, Kai, Tao, Lisa, Jennie, Jeongin, Leedo, BamBam, Jay B, Vernon, Lee Know, Jungkook, Namjoon, and Yuta burst through the door startling Cora. They looked shaken.

"What is it?" Cora asked worriedly. They ushered her upstairs in a rush.

"Halazia attacked and are basically making humans their pets. Halazia is giving those assholes a taste of their own medicine. You don't need to be caught up in that when you've helped so many of us and tried helping many more." Namjoon said.

Suddenly the door slammed open. "Smells like human and hybrid. This human must have quite the collection of pets."

"Wonder how the bastard is going to like being one of our pets." Another laughed maniacally.

"Shit!" Yuta cursed.

"Those are the Kings of Halazia themselves!" Soobin told the human.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The Kings better known as ATEEZ scoured the floor level.

Yunho surprisingly found the adoption papers with a permission slip for everyone of the hybrids there to be able to work as well as their own bank accounts and everything. "Hey guys! Come here!"

As soon as they walked into the little office they saw several pictures of multiple hybrids smiling happily with a gorgeous human girl. Wooyoung and Seongwha weren't about to fall for this human's trick. In fact Wooyoung and Seongwha went upstairs to find her.

"We will protect you, Cora." A voice said.

"You saved us when you didn't have to. Most of us would be dead if not for you." A second voice said.

"You are our saving grace. Our family. You protect us provide us with a home and freedom and we will always protect you." Said a third.

"I love you guys so much! You're the best family a girl could have!" A female voice replied.

The two hybrids smirked before storming into the room. Luckily for them the girl was just in front of them so Wooyoung grabbed her wrist harshly taking her down with them.

"Get back here assholes!" All the hybrids screamed after them before following.

"Here she is, Captain." Wooyoung said pushing her into the dragon hybrid.

"What's a human doing all the way out here anyway? Shouldn't you be in the town with the other humans?" The dragon asked as he held her in front of him.

"Why would she? She's the only good human in this rotten town.She saw how our previous owners treated us and she had a fortune as well as this house from her deceased father." Jay B said as they all made their way towards them.

"She was a sympathizer. Here in this little fucked up place that's as good as being a hybrid.The only reason they don't bother us is not only because we live out here but her family is very well respected." Lisa said as Vernon snatched her back. Cora was slightly shaken and nuzzled into the Rottweiler's chest. That caused the Kings to let out dangerous growls.

They growled back fiercely ready to protect their girl at any cost. San pushed a hidden button on his ear ring which led to a large group coming in and surrounding them as Mingi stalked up to Vernon and yanking Cora into his chest.

"What's going to happen to them? They won't be punished for trying to protect me will they?" She looked up at Mingi with scared eyes terrified for her family.

"They'll be fine but you're coming with us." Mingi led her outside and to the car pulling her into his lap. She stiffened not daring to move. He rubbed circles into her hips as she slowly relaxed in his hold. She soon fell asleep.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"She is very concerned about those hybrids. She didn't ask what was going to happen to her but wanted to make sure they weren't in trouble for protecting her." Mingi reported after leaving her in her new room with the door locked.

San decided he liked the girl and she smelled amazing so he went into her room relocking the door before cuddling with her. About an hour later Seongwha and Wooyoung stormed angrily into her room waking both San and Cora as Seongwha yanked her to him roughly as Wooyoung gently but forcefully grabbed San. Cora tried pulling away from the harsh grip causing Seongwha to tighten his grip more. She whimpered from the harshness of his hold on her wrist.

"Stop hurting her! She was literally just sleeping! If we hurt her for no reason how are we better than the humans we overtake?" San demands.

"What's going on here?" Yeosang and Yunho walked in the room. Yunho saw the grip Seongwha had on the girl and her pained face. "What happened?"

"I came to her room to cuddle and took a nap with her. We were asleep until these two barged in yanking us out of bed. Seongwha is hurting her she tried getting her hand out of his painful grip but of course he seems to think that means he needs to tighten his grip instead of loosen it." San said glaring at Seongwha as he spoke.

"Let her go." Yunho orders.

"Come over here, sweetness. Yeosang ordered when Seongwha finally released her. She timidly walked up to him as soon as she was within reach he pulled her to his chest running his fingers through her hair and pushing her face into the crook of his neck. She calmed instantly. After seeing her with the Rottweiler he realized she had hybrid behavior so she wasn't like those other humans. He also did his research about what that Persian cat hybrid had said about her family. He had gone to give Hongjoong and Mingi the news when he ran into Yunho and they heard the commotion.

He wrapped his arms around her and went to the Captain's office with her to hand them the files.

"Oh she's up." Hongjoong said surprised.

"Yeah awoken harshly and with a bruised wrist curtesy of Seongwha. San was in there napping and cuddling with her when him and Wooyoung barged in. Yunho and I caught them. I was on my way here to give you guys this. The Persian wasn't lying." Yeosang replied.

"JaeBeom isn't one to lie. I was a sympathizer which was the worst offense in the town. I had to buy them so those horrible people couldn't hurt them anymore. You saw the paper work for the guys I'm guessing. That was the only way they could be free. I'm not their owner I'm their sister." She said glancing at the hybrids.

Hongjoong gave her a small smile which she shyly returned.

"Cute." Mingi and Yeosang whispered. Yeosang pushed her towards Hongjoong watching her with a reassuring look. When she stood next to his desk he pulled her into his lap much to her surprise.

"Lucas and the others mentioned you guys were going to make humans your pets and give them a taste of their own medicine. Does that mean they will get their old owners as their pets?" She asked. The boys laughed at how excited she sounded at the thought.

"Would you like to see what that would do to them, Cora?" Mingi asked.

"I would love to see what they'd do. I'm sure whatever they would do is long overdue for those horrible people." She had a look of disgust on her face.

They laughed.

"Why don't we go get your little family so you can see them get their pets, hm?" Mingi asked.

"Can we?" She asked excitedly.

"Of course. It'll just be us and San going though. Mingi, go get him and meet us in the car would you?" Hongjoong asked leading Cora and Yeosang out. He took them to the car and gave her to Yeosang who happily pulled her onto his lap. She blushed causing the hybrids to chuckle fondly as the last two hybrids entered the car.

***Later***

They pulled up and as soon as they got out she was tackled by many hybrids.

“Can’t breathe! You guys weigh as much as an elephant! Get off fatasses!”She chokes in an exaggerated fashion. “Puh-lease. Knock it off bitch.” Jessi laughed. They got up helping a pouty Cora up.

“What are you guys doing here?” Yuta asked.

“Our cute little human wanted to see you guys get your pets. She’s very excited about it honestly. “ San said grinning at her.

“Don’t treat her like the others. She has enough shit she’s had to go through because of her family and other people. If there was ever a human alive who knew just how cruel humans can be it’s her. Just because we were the only ones she had doesn’t mean she didn’t try to save the others too.” Lucas told them.

“Wooyoung and Seongwha are the only ones going out of their way to hurt her. They most likely think she’s putting on some sort of an act and they refuse to fall for it.” Mingi sighed.

They watched as Cora joked around with her family and even managed to make Hongjoong smile and Yeosang laugh. Soon enough they picked their old owners as their pets. Cora looked on with an evil glint in her eyes.

“Let’s hope they show you more mercy than you have them. Honestly, I’m praying that you face the same shit they did. I’d do worst if I was them.” She spat bitterly.

They whisked her back to the limo where she was cuddling in Hongjoong’s lap.

Meanwhile….

Wooyoung went through her stuff at the house. He found a picture of them when they were younger. This was his noona. His Dove. He had to apologize. He grabbed the photos and stuffed them in his backpack. When he got home and saw they were there he ran to the living room.

“Dove-noona.” He whispered. “Youngie?” She turned around only to be engulfed in a hug by a sobbing Wooyoung.

“I’m so sorry, noona. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you. I missed you so much. After seeing him beat you I thought he’d killed you. I’ve held such a hatred for humanity ever since.” He said. “I’m so glad you’re okay! I never forgot you. After you disappeared I knew I had to do something for the hybrids in town and they became my family.”She just snuggled into Wooyoung’s arms so happy to have home back.

“She’s the girl you always talked about? How do you know?” Seongwha asked. He pulled out the pictures.

“You were trying to find something criminal about me weren’t you, Youngie? You and Seongwha have been thinking I was acting this whole time right? That’s why you’ve been so hostile. You wanted me to be a villain.”

“I’m sorry, Dove. But I’m so glad I did. Otherwise I never would’ve known it was you.”

“I’m also sorry for hurting you. I know now that you really are as sincere as you seem. It’s a pleasure to meet Woo’s Dove.” He smiled.

“And we didn’t take you to be our pet either. We took you cause you are ours.” Mingi said. “Color me confused. What do you mean?” She asked.

“You’re our mate.” San responds taking her from Wooyoung and pulling her into his chest nuzzling into her neck. “But, you’re all mates and Wooyoung and Seongwha hated me? That makes no sense.”

“They wanted you too. They just didn’t want to want you which was why they wanted you to be acting like you were a good person. When your Rottweiler friend took you back we all growled. We didn’t want anyone else touching you.” Yunho said. “Well that was not a response I was expecting. But, they are my family. We made our own pack. My dad died when I was 16 and I’ve been with them since. So I already act more like a hybrid half the time.” She explained. Jongho and Yeosang took her to their room and cuddled getting to know each other.

“So you guys like to sing too.”

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simplicius-simplicissimus · 1 year ago

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Friendship - The Intouchables - Freundschaft - Ziemlich beste Freunde (Pretty Best Friends)

I rather like the German title of the movie - because it describes a friendship between two people who couldn't be more different and who might never have met under different circumstances. Friendship means, above all, that you do each other good. Sometimes you meet someone who lifts you up and accompanies you through your whole life - like a missing part of a puzzle.

When I was 11 years old we moved from the country to the city - and I left all my friends there. In contrast to the country, everything is more anonymous in the city. A year later, however, I met my "pretty best friend" at school. We went to the same class - but at first we only sat next to each other in religious education because his buddy sitting normally next to him belonged to a different denomination. We mostly sat disinterested in the back rows and did some nonsense together - since he was the joker in our class. We realized quickly that we were on the same wavelength and shared many passions - one of them was music. We both have an impressive collection of music albums and often visited each other to listen to music and to chat. And today I can't even count on how many concerts we went to together. Our tea sessions (sometimes joined by other friends) were legendary: Vanilla tea, mother's eggnog cake, the current popular music album, the newest gossip at school and in the quarter….and philosophizing about the world and the future.

Later, when we started going to cafes and bars, we usually met beforehand and then strolled there gossiping with each other. I often accompanied him to his front door afterwards on the way back home because we had so much to talk about. When we finally got to the front door, we often walked extra laps around the block. We never ran out of topics to talk about. At that time we met at least 2-4 times a week.

Of course you meet less at some point when you find your partner and start a family - fortunately, our women also get along quite well. Although I now live more than 200 km away from him, the contact has never broken off. I miss him the most - here in my new life. And I know he feels the same way. For a few years now, we hug each other whenever we meet. We would never have done that before - it would have been embarrassing for us. We have come a very long way together.

Mir gefällt der deutsche Titel des Films besser - denn er beschreibt eine Freundschaft zwischen zwei Menschen, die unterschiedlicher nicht sein könnten und die sich vielleicht unter anderen Umständen nie kennengelernt hätten. Freundschaft heisst vor allem, dass man sich gegenseitig gut tut. Manchmal triff man jemanden, der einen aufrichtet und durch das ganze Leben begleitet – wie ein fehlendes Teil in einem Puzzle.

Als ich 11 Jahre alt war, zogen wir vom Land in die Stadt - und ich liess dort all meine Freunde zurück. Im Gegensatz zum Land ist in der Stadt alles anonymer. Ein Jahr später traf ich jedoch dann meinen „ziemlich besten Freund“ an der Schule. Wir gingen in dieselbe Klasse - sassen aber anfangs nur im Religionsunterricht nebeneinander, weil sein sonstiger Sitznachbar einer andere Konfession angehörte. Wir sassen da meist desinteressiert in den hinteren Reihen und haben zusammen irgendwelchen Blödsinn gemacht - denn er war der Spassvogel in unserer Klasse. Wir bemerkten schnell, dass wir auf derselben Wellenlänge funkten und viele Leidenschaften teilten - eine davon war die Musik. Wir haben beide eine stattliche Sammlung an Musik-Alben und haben uns oft gegenseitig besucht, um Musik zu hören und dabei zu labern. Und wie viele Konzerte wir gemeinsam besucht haben, kann ich heute gar nicht mehr aufzählen. Legendär waren unsere Tee-Sessions (denen sich manchmal auch andere Freunde anschlossen): Vanilletee, Mutters Eierlikörkuchen, das aktuell angesagte Musikalbum, der neueste Klatsch in der Schule und im Viertel….und Philosophieren über die Welt und die Zukunft.

Als wir später dann anfingen, in Cafes und Kneipen zu gehen, trafen wir uns meist vorher, um dorthin dann miteinander tratschend zu schlendern. Oft begleitete ich ihn danach auf dem Heimweg noch zu seiner Haustüre, weil man sich so viel zu erzählen hatte. An der Haustüre dann angelangt, sind wir oft noch Extra-Runden um den Block gelaufen. Der Gesprächsstoff ging uns nie aus. Wir haben uns damals mind. 2-4 Mal in der Woche getroffen.

Natürlich trifft man sich irgendwann weniger, wenn man seinen Partner findet und eine Familie gründet - glücklicherweise verstehen sich auch unsere Frauen recht gut. Obwohl ich nun über 200 km von ihm entfernt wohne, ist der Kontakt nie abgebrochen. Ihn vermisse ich am meisten - hier in meinem neuen Leben. Und ich weiss, dass es ihm auch so geht. Seit ein paar Jahren umarmen wir uns immer, wenn wir uns treffen. Früher hätten wir das nie gemacht - es wäre uns wohl peinlich gewesen. Wir sind einen sehr langen Weg miteinander gegangen.

-Simplicius Simplicissimus

#movies #filme #the intouchables #ziemlich beste freunde #friendship #freundschaft #simplicius simplicissimus

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 2 years ago

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To hell with the New York Times's top 25 commercial/luxurious travel experiences. You can have your own. Here's some of mine, and reflecting on them makes me feel quite replete and not in need of any gourmet well-beaten trails. I hope you have yours.

--travel the pilgrimage trail of St. Jacques de Compostelle from Paris to the Spanish border as a teenage art historian, with the great Mme Francoise Weinman interpreting, 1978.

--bathe in a bathtub on a hillside on Western Shoshone land above matriarchs and federal challengers Mary and Carry Dann's ranch in eastern Nevada while listening to Lucinda Williams for the first time (music courtesy of Lauri Di, who then gave me the homemade cassette), 1991.

--raft trip on assignment for Sierra Magazine, 1995, in a roadless wilderness the size of Portugal in NE British Columbia, where the whole community of wildlife was living its many lives largely undisturbed.

--Dance all night in the streets of Paris, Fete de la Musique, circa 1998, be serenaded by Timothy O'Toole's brother with Marianne Faithful's "Ballad of Lucy Jordan" in parting. (Research for Wanderlust was the official reason to be there.)

--Seattle Nov. 30-Dec. 1, when the protest in the streets galvanized the poor countries to resist the World Trade Organization's bullying on behalf of the rich corporations and countries and the fate of the world took a left turn. "When hope and history rhyme." Thank you David Solnit, who had a lot to do with it.

--Hike with Lucy Lippard to the remote valley whose entrance is framed by two great natural stone slabs on each of which a life-sized cornstalk petroglyph appears; take Barry Lopez to see the life-size bear petroglyph nearby and the giant zig-zag snake petroglyphs, get drenched in a monsoon rain together, New Mexico circa 1999-2001 or so

--Multiple times participating in the Good Friday pilgrimage to Chimayo, NM, circa 1998-2010, witnessing the landscape, the devotion and dedication, the generosity, and the low-rider Cadillac of the stations of the cross.

--find the exact places Eadweard Muybridge, Carleton Watkins, Ansel Adams, and Edward Weston stood to make their iconic pictures of Yosemite with Mark Klett and Byron Wolfe (in what became our book Yosemite in Time), and camp out in the supremely serene jeffrey pine forest south of Mono Lake while working on the project, 2001-4

--repeat visits to New Orleans to first understand the terrible things of Hurricane Katrina and then fall in love with the wonderful culture and dance in various second lines, etc., 2006 onward....

--Zapatista Women's Encuentro, late Dec.-January 1, Chiapas, Mexico, with Marina Sitrin and Sam Sitrin

--Iceland, summer of 2008 (partly melancholy, but studded with epiphanies): "I traveled a little, and on the south coast of Iceland had one magnificent midsummer day that began with a long walk on a path edged with tiny flowers past the largest glacier in Europe, went on to a bay in which the glacier was calving icebergs that were vivid blue in a blue inlet of the sea, and then traversed a long strand of wet sand that reflected the white clouds and blue sky so that heaven and earth were indistinguishable, and the clouds overhead seemed to be almost close enough to touch and those near the horizon seemed to be very near infinity. It was as close to a vision of paradise as I’ve been granted with my eyes open. After that I saw another bay full of hundreds of swans and a steep valley through which dozens of thin waterfalls trickled and poured from the heights. That day ended at a robin’s nest Klara showed me in the low willows in the quiet light at midnight, five small mottled eggs like turquoise stones."

--first visit to David Rumsey's map collection, San Francisco, with David's visionary insight into cartography....-

-two weeks aboard a Swedish vessel circumambulating Svalbard in the high Arctic, 2011

--Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, raft trip, summer solstice, 2014 (also working as a journalist), but also thank you Michael Brune and Dan Ritzman https://www.theguardian.com/.../alaska-wildlife-sanctuary...

--Mt Burdell in green winter splendor, over so many years...

--wake up at Standing Rock to see thousand of joyful people celebrating their determination and solidarity on the great green prairie, 2016 (I went there to report for the Guardian, all too briefly)

--Traveling with Dolpo Tulku rimpoche through Dolpo, the Tibetan plateau/Buddhist land in which he is the spiritual leader, fall 2017, with Roshi Joan Halifax and various others, and doing another version of that route in 2015 that repeats Peter Matthiesson's in The Snow Leopard, including being welcomed into Shey Gompo, and seeing people engaged in daily life on almost medieval terms: plowing with yaks, threshing and reaping and winnowing by hand, traveling on foot or by beast, weaving on wooden looms, tending livestock, crossing high passes up to 17,600' high, spending a month on foot (and occasionally horse)....

--the enchanting walk from the Baldock train station to the cottage Orwell lived in 1936-1940s, through wheat fields full of flints formed undersea and rural rights of way, crossing the ancient Icknield Way (returning to where I first met those roses he planted, if they're his, on Nov. 2, 2017), 2019, walking it again this summer with Rob Macfarlane, 2022

--So many mornings of glorious light at Ocean Beach, because like all of you I also live in the destination.

--camping with my great-nieces who make everything new and exciting again. p.s. Just a reminder: I have had adventures, but my everyday life is staying home quietly turning words around and trying to make meaning with them.

[Rebecca Solnit ]

#Wanderlust #Rebecca Solnit #travel #planet earth #the world #experience #words and writing #articles

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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 3 years ago

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Kingdom “You kiss them when you want something”

Kingdom Masterlist Group Masterlist

Ask: Kingdom’s reaction to you kissing them when You want something

Dann/Seungbo:

It wasn’t often that you and Seungbo went out. You tended to be homebodies, staying at home for dates rather than going out. Today however, you were wandering around the bookstore and flipping through anything that peaked your interest. It wasn’t until you accumulated a small stack of books that you walked back to Seungbo, who was browsing through the language section.

“Hey.” He said, wrapping an arm around you while still looking at the books. You tucked yourself under his chin, holding your books tightly. “Hey.” You said softly, moving to kiss his neck sweetly. Seungbo instantly stiffened up, his hold on you tightening up a little bit. “What are you doing?” He asked, stifling a laugh at how awkward he felt. Your kisses moved to his jaw before pecking his lips quickly. “What do you mean?” You asked, pulling your best doe eyes as you looked at and it almost worked...

“Yah! You’re being sweet so I’ll buy your books! ...Give them here, I guess I’ll be a good boyfriend and contribute to your collection.”

Arthur/Yunho:

Yunho had exactly 2 weaknesses: video games and you. It wasn’t rare that you and him would be playing video games until the early morning and it definitely wasn’t rare that if you asked for one more round, he was more than likey to comply. You knew if you asked, he would have a hard time saying no. But that was too easy, there was no fun in that.

“We should really get to bed.” Yunho said softly, placing the controller down and looking at you. You nodded slightly, moving over the floor to place yourself in his lap. This was enough to get him to freeze, now when you kissed his lips softly and smiled at him, that was enough to get him to melt into your touch. He leaned back, placing his hands on the floor and laughing a little bit. You didn’t even have to ask, he just knew and it worked which was even more frustrating.

“So one more round?”

Mujin/Sungho:

Sungho had fallen victim to your sweet kisses before. Having been lost in the moment many times and before he knew it he was buying your coffee. He had sworn to himself that your pretty eyes and pretty lips wouldn’t have that effect on him again and he truly meant it.

That was until you were standing in front of him, batting your pretty eyelashes and holding his waist gently while in line for coffee. “No.” He said sternly and you backed away with a raised brow. “I didn’t even ask anything.” You laughed, holding his waist again and he shook his head. “I know but I feel it coming. Everytime you give me that look.” He said and you hugged him a little tighter. You pecked his lips repeatedly while he tried to stifle a laugh, only to let out a small cry of frustration.

“Ahh you’re just so stinkin’ cute. Fine, your coffee’s on me.”

Louis/Dongsik:

The little keychain had been staring at you since the second you entered the store. It was small and cute and only 3 dollars, it wasn’t pushing it to ask Dongsik to get it for you. So you simply made your way over to him in a seperate aisle and pressed yourself into his back.

“Hi sweetheart.” He said, patting your hands on his tummy. You took this as open invitation to move around to his front, smiling at him sweetly before kissing his lips. Humming in approval, he pulled you in for another kiss and paused to look at you. Tucking your hair behind your ears, he was being so sweet you didn’t even have the chance to ask him for the keychain ‘till he dropped his smile.

“I appreciate the sweet kisses but no. Whatever you’re being sweet for, no.”

Ivan/Yoosung:

Yoosung was the sweetest boy you had ever met, truly. So in reality, you probably could have just asked him to hand you the teddy bear. You really didn’t need to butter him up at all. Watching him blush was just fun and watching him get nervous was even better.

You curled into his side, looking at his cute face for a moment before kissing the side of his jaw gently. Yoosung instantly tensed up, ears turning pink at your sudden affection especially since you were just watching a movie. He turned to look at you, making your lips brush his in the process and causing you both to giggle. “Can I help you?” He asked and you started laughing, pointing to the teddy bear on his side of the bed. “Can you hand me that?” You smiled, watching his eyes widen in disbelief.

“I would’ve just given it to you!”

Jahan/Jihun:

Affection wasn’t something Jihun was entirely fond of. It wasn’t that it made him uncomfortable but it made feel awkward, he wasn’t used to it at all. He really tried though, when you were out and about on dates and today was one of those days. It was good weather, the sun was out and you were craving ice cream.

Your fingers linked with his as you walked past the ice cream shop and that was enough to make him swallow thickly. Escalating the situation, you stopped and hugged him, making him freeze completely. “What are you doing?” Jihun asked, reluctantly holding your waist. You kissed his lips quickly and gestured to the ice cream shop. “I would love some ice cream.” You told him and watched as his expression turned into a smile. You had managed to fluster him and he was speechless.

“What flavor do you want?”

Chiwoo/Seungjun:

You were aware of how clever he was. He was quick witted and so incredibly smart, you knew there was no deceiving him. So you had to resort to other means to get the bite of food you wanted. Granted, he would probably figure it out either way. But that didn’t matter.

He had ordered something for dinner different to what you did and admittedly, his looked better. You had become progressively more clingy through out the evening, your arms wrapping around him and lips by his ear. You were about to kiss his cheek as he took another bite of his food only for him to shake you off. “No.” he said and you slumped back into your seat. “I didn’t ask anything, or do anything.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. He putting his food back down and turned to you.

“You were going to though, Using affection to get my food, shame on you.”

#kingdom #kingdom reaction #dann #arthur #mujin #louis #ivan #jahan #chiwoo

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ivarsshieldmaiden · 3 years ago

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Hi everybody!

This is going to be my first fic. I just started because I felt so bored at work. I don't know where its going. But maybe you like it and I start writing..

Just ignore my English, it got so bad over the last years :( just message me any mistakes!

Modern! Ivar x reader

Am I ready for real love?

You are in your mid-twenties, everyone around you has a girlfriend or a boyfriend.. expect you. This thing called love just sucks. You don't know why relationships existed. You had fun living on your own and doing what you want with whom you want.

Until now.. it just hit you. You where about to go to a festival in danmark with all of your coupled up friends. It felt strange somehow..having no-one on your side. Sitting alone on the bus, booking a single room..

Where did this feeling come from ?

"Is everything okay, y/n?" asked your friend Nina. " yeah sure. I just..I don't know, Nina. Its just you all got boyfriends and talk about your future lifes, about marrying and having children. Its just I think I don't fit in anymore."

"No,no,no - just because you've got no boyfriend doesn't mean you don't fit in anymore. Your one of my best friends. You know you can talk to me anytime. Maybe we should get you a hot dane at the festival. They're always good looking"

"Yeah maybe" you were so sad, it wasn't how you used to be. You just couldn't figure out why. Maybe you should try and look out for some real relationship.

"Come on y/n. Just unpack your things. We will meet at 3pm to get in the bus to the festival."

You were unpacking your things. Alone. Alone in your room. So much time for overthinking.

You got into the bus and everyone was cheering and already singing. With the alcohol your good mood came back and you joined them along.

The set up of the festival was incredible it looked so much better than you imagined. Colourful and a lot of little details that matched so good. The weather has already changed from rainy and foggy to sunny and so did your mood. You didn't want to destroy your festival-holiday by thinking about a potential boyfriend.

"Take that shot, drink it" said one of your friends. You all were pretty drunk already. You kept having fun and dancing.

"I need to pee, guys." you said. "Wait here for me,please." You don't know if this was a good idea. Would you ever find your friends again. But you were to drunk to care.

After returning from the toilet your friends were gone. "Fuck" you thought "what am I about to do know?"

Apparently you looked pretty confused because a stranger came up to you.

"Hej, whats up? Can I help you, you look pretty lost."

"Oh I, i dont know. I think I've lost my friends and I was thinking about what to do." You mumbled, a little shy because you already got lost in his ocean, oh so clearly, blue eyes.

"Um, maybe I could help you..if you want. I'm Ivar by the way." he said.

What?? What is going on? Think straight y/n. You're not going anywhere with a guy who just came up to you. But his eyes oh gosh and his shoulders and hands.

"Yeah that would be nice, I'm y/n" you said, a little bit comfier then before.

What did Nina say. Danes are always good looking. Oh she was so dann right with that.

You started walking around the whole festival-field. You tried to call your friends. But no sign. Nothing.

"Where are you from? You are not from danmark are you?" Ivar suddenly asked.

From all your daydreaming and searching you were a little bit shocked. "No, I'm not from danmark. But we are neighbours actually. I'm from Germany." you said.

You were so shy. It was his aura you thought. He made you shy. He was so handsome and his eyes. His eyes you were already drowning in them.

You were talking a bit about yourself and Ivar about himself. You were really getting along and felt some comfort.

Suddenly your phone was ringing. It was Nina.

"Hi y/n we are so sorry but Dua Lipa was playing and we had to go. But I see. You found some company. Is it a new fuckboy for your collection?"

"Wow Nina just shut up. He just helped me searching and he isn't a fuckboy. Go and leave me be." you jelled. Maybe a little too loud, because Ivar was raising a eyebrow.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that, but she gets on my nerves with this. I just want a fucking relationship." You already regretted what you said.. ivar was still a complete stranger, but it felt good to let it out.

"No its alright. I understand. Its hard when you've always been the one who got no real relationship and now has to hang around with these married couples and their kids. I know what you mean." Ivar said and pointed at a quieter and more private place under a tree.

You followed him. Maybe this was a start of something. Did you feel a connection ? Even if you two haven't talked that much? Maybe it was. Don't overthink it, you thought. Don't.

#modern!ivar #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #fanfic #modern ivar x reader #festival #imagine #firstone #ivar x y/n

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sergeant-donny-donowitz · 5 years ago

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Take Your Breath Away (WickixFem!Reader)

Requested by @mbluxaeterna

@war-obsessed @owba-chan @inglourious-imagines

Let me know if you wanna be tagged in these! :)

****Some of the dialogue is in German, the translations are in italics <3

It was Hugo's first mission (adventure, misadventure...everyone had a different take on it) with the basterds.

Those basterds... They had a bit of an inglourious run in with another OSS sanctioned squadron behind enemy lines, without even realizing it. The basterds, and the vandals.... The vandals were a motley crew of ex-cons, thieves, and hitmen, slapped together with a bow and a second chance by the OSS, and put behind enemy lines. None of the Vandals were expected to survive, but their skills were highly prized. You... Well. you were a young Vandal. A thief, through and through. Your lieutenant, a charming hit-man (nice man, really) talked his way into a nazi gala. It wasn't the first, or the last time. You posed as a singer. One of the other vandals was a pianist. The rest of your team weasled in, as always. At the intermission of your ‘performance,’ the pianist took over and you slipped away. You were tasked with finding a vault containing documents that exposed a few of the nazis' upcoming operatives. It wasn't an easy job. In fact...you probably wouldn't make it out alive. Especially since the Basterds weren't the most tact group of soldiers... They didn't even have orders to interfere with the gala. They just heard about it on the streets of Paris and decided to crash the party...

So, there you were, alone in a hidden room, nestled between two ancient mahogany walls, carved out of a former Spanish galleon, behind the party.

You hummed and sang intermittent words between low swings of your voice. It was a song you once used to justify your unlawfulness. With four younger siblings to feed, the Great Depression, and being born a woman in a world with closed doors, you didn't have many options.

So you sang softly as you cracked the millionth code. "They used to tell me, I was building a dream. And so I followed the mob... When there was earth to plow, Or guns to bear, I was always there. Right on the job."

You mumbled a few words of the lyrics that stuck with you since you were a kid without a penny or care in the world, in line for bread for your sick brother.

There you stood, thousands of miles across the seas, in France, in a dress that poor kid never could have even dreamed of.

A safe with untold secrets, more valuable than gold...

You heard the last click from the lock, and you grinned as you started pulling out the yellow folders stamped with red ink: eingestuft

Classified

You heard one more click.

It was unnacounted for.

It was neither from the abandoned lock or your heels.

It was from a loaded gun. A bullet intended for your skull.

You sighed, not even looking up. A nazi's red face wasn’t what you wanted to see at the end of your admittedly short life.

You continued to pull out the files, intending on dying doing something that actually brought your family some honor, and cleared the name a little.

You felt the cold barel of a gun against the back of your head.

You muttered with a resignant sigh, "Ich werde nicht aufgeben, also töte mich."

‘I won't surrender, so kill me.’

You expected the near-empty vault to be the last thing you saw. You thought it would all go dark in a moment, which you didn't mind so much. Dying for the OSS was redemption. A part of you hoped for a bright white light to come after it all.. Instead...You kept looking at the dark vault. You raised your eyebrow, and looked over in confusion, annoyance, and impatience. Wicki noted your German. True you had an accent he couldn't quite pin, but it was German. And you were in the nazi's gala... The math wasn't so hard. He pushed his gun coarsely against your head, as he muttered "Mach einen Schritt. Ein verdammter Schritt, und ich nehme dir das Leben." ‘Take one step. One fucking step, and I'll take your life.’

You smiled a little and nodded to yourself. You looked back at him. Something told you he wasn't a nazi. Despite his German, his uniform, and his gun... Perhaps it was the soul in his eyes. The way he tried to read you. Maybe it was just...sheer hope. Hope that maybe the most beautiful man you'd seen in your life, the most velvety voice you'd ever heard, didn't belong to a nazi. Still... You had some methods. Some rather unethical methods, but methods nonetheless. A seasoned criminal like you had her ways. You pulled him down to you, and murmured, "Dann werde ich dir den Atem rauben." ‘Then I'll take your breath away.’ You distracted him with a kiss, in which he was so confused, so lost, so...in love... The moment he saw you, he hoped you weren't a nazi. The odds were unlikely, To him, it looked like a rather eager cadet trying to save state secrets. All of it was wrong, but easily confused with the truth. And while he pondered, wondered, and hoped amid the brief, but effectively distracting kiss, you stole not only his breath, but his gun. You sat back, and held his gun. His eyes went wide... You couldn't help but smirk a little seeing a light smear of your red lipstick over the side of his mouth. You also couldn't help but smirk a little at his indignant reaction when you tugged at the collar of your dress... The only part of yourself you were exposing was your loyalty to the allies. You showed a patch embroidered into the inside of your dress. It was a golden spearhead, withing a gold oval, over a black background.

The OSS' insignia. As he was still breathelss from you, your 'method', and your truth, you collected the documents, turned back to him, folded his gun into his limp hand, and playfully patted the side of his cheek as you joked, "Better luck next time, corporal." You walked out of the room, back to the ballroom, and acknowldged a third presence in the room. "Guten Abend, Oberfeldwebel."

’Good evening, sergeant.’ Wicki quickly turned around and found Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz standing there.

You had spotted Hugo standing there the instant you turned around. And being so dedicated to the OSS, you'd memorized the face of every single agent stationed in France, including the basterds, just to avoid any friendly fire. Wicki watched you walk out with the files, then looked back at Hugo, the newest basterd. "Wie lange stehst du schon da?"

‘How long have you been standing there?’ Hugo just smirked in response. Wicki furrowed his brows, "Die ganze Zeit?!?" ‘The whole time?!?’ Hugo nodded slightly, still smirking, "Ja." "Warum hast du mir nicht geholfen?!" ‘Why didn't you help me?!’ "Du sahst aus, als hättest du eine gute Zeit." Hugo shrugged a little, as he turned back to the main room, hearing Aldo's muffled voice through the walls, "You looked like you were having a good time." Wicki grunted and rolled his eyes as he walked with Hugo back to the party. You were standing in the middle of the room. Vandals and Basterds had guns on each other, and on the nazis. You had the files up in the air. Aldo called out to the hit-man, the vandal's leader. "That girl one o' yours, or theirs?" Your leader, a former bootlegger and hit-man for the Chicago mob nodded. Being a former mobster, he had a thing for loyalty, and protecting everyone under his wing. "Kid's ours." Two guns that had been aimed at you by young privates you’d come to know as Smitty and Hirschberg were swung around and aimed at nazis instead. You stepped forward and gave your lieutenant the files to be sent back to OSS headquarters. "TEN-HUT." The hit-man called his eight men and women to stand at attention. You all immediately lined up. Your mission was complete. The Basterds' was only beginning. "Move out." As your team left the basterds to do whatever they wished to the nazis, you looked back at one basterd one last time.

You winked, and turned as you marched out with your fellow ex-cons, current legends, and future unsung heroes. Wicki's heart skipped a beat... He heard Hugo snickering...somehow he'd seen that too. He turned to look at him, but something to Wicki that Hugo's lips were sealed. Not necesarily because he cared much about his corporal's friendhsip or his secrets, but because he was simply Hugo Stiglitz. Months passed, and the basterds had a rare night off. They left a tavern at about one in the morning. The cobblestone streets were desolate, save for the soft ellow glow of distant street lamps. They were about to step beyond the town’s limit, into the forest, when they heard something. The only sound was soft footsteps coming toward them. Aldo narrowed his eyes, "Stand down, boys..." He called out into the mist, "Halt. Uhh...fermare....Arrêt!" The footsteps ceased. But the shadow of a figure stood still in the mist, illuminated only by a distant lamp in the streets. "Don't shoot. I have a message from the general." Aldo narrowed his eyes, trying to make out a face, but he couldn't. "No sudden moves. Step closer. You reach for anything, or even think about it, and we'll blow your brains out, got it?" "Got it." An agonizingly slow minute passed and then a face emerged from the fog. "You..." Your eyes found Wicki among the basterds, as you smirked, "Me." Aldo couldn't quite see you clearly. In fact, he only saw you for a brief moment, a few months before, in which you were in make-up, an everning gown, and curled hair. Now, you were like them, a soldier hiding in plain sight. "And who are you?" You stood tall and strong, "A mongrel street rat. I get away with a lot..Have gotten away with a lot in the past. I was once a good thief. Used to be...Have been, lately. My name is Private Y/N L/N, I was part of the Vandals." Donny raised an eyebrow in suspicion, "Last we heard, your team got shipped out the Sicily. What're you doin' all the way out here." You held out an envelope, "Everything you need to know is here." Aldo took the letter. It was a mission from the OSS, and a note from the General. "Private L/N will be joining us as a basterd until further notice...general here says your skills are integral in our next mission."

You smirked a little, "Did he now?" The general had been opposed to giving matters of international security to a rag tag team of delinquents. But when your team proved to be key, he realized perhaps sending one of you to the basterds was necessary for their continued surivival. Aldo sighed, not having anticipated the idea of having another young basterd in his command. "Alright." He looked to Donny who nodded, "Ten-hut." You all stood in a line, and Aldo said, "When I call your name, you step, or stagger forward." He called each basterds' name except for yours, and called out their ranks, and where in the army they were before they came to the basterds. He looked at his men, "This kid might be an ex-con singin’ jailbird, but she's a goddamn basterd. You treat her as one, or I'll be seein' you, ya hear?" The boys grumbled. Some having heard rumors about the vandals, and you. Aldo sighed, "I was a bootlegger, Hugo was a murderer technically. Give this kid a chance." Aldo looked down at the letter again, then back at you, "Says here you speak German pretty good for a yank..." You nodded, "My parents left Munich just before I was born, sir. Twenty-four years later, I'm back, lookin' right at what they ran from... " Wicki was looking at you, awe behind his eyes, barely breathing, his heart nearly beating through his chest. Hugo leaned in and muttered, "Get it together, Austria."

You smiled a little, and followed the basterds to their hideout. You had a long day ahead of you. Your mission the next day was to break into a facility run by the nazis. There, you would retrieve a list of names and identities of nazis that were infiltrating the allies. You were tying up your boots , just before dawn, when you heard Aldo outside saying, "I need one of you to stand by Y/N. The nazis' gon' know what we're after, and I don't want that kid to be in the line of fire without any cover." Wicki didn't even hesitate, surprising himself, "I'll do it."

Aldo nodded, without a second thought about it. He had so much else running through his mind. The rest of the boys had caught on to Hugo's teasing smirks, and your comments to Wicki. Donny slung his back against his shoulder, reached over, and patted Wicki on the back, "Hey, the old man's still got it." Wicki smiled a little, then realized it wouldn't be easy. It wouldn't be easy to love someone during war. Knowing you were always in danger, always eyed through a nazi's scope, it wouldn't be easy. It wouldn't be easy to get his breath back... You pulled your pack over your shoulders, and stepped out, running into Wicki. You smiled a little and remarked, "Come here to get your heart back, huh?" He stepped back, and cleared his throat. It definitely wouldn't be easy. He rubbed the back of his neck, "Aldo...Aldo says I gotta keep an eye on you out there, kid."

You smiled a little, looking down at your sleeves as you rolled them up, "Oh...Aldo says, huh?" Wicki nodded, affirming his white lie, "Yeah. Orders are orders...So, don't get us killed." You playfully punched his arm and promised with a soft intonation, "Ich werde nicht."

‘I won't.’

Wicki, for the first time in years, fell for a girl...

There had been a few through the years...but not like you. Not in a decade or so...

Since he left Austria, no girl had ever managed to make him fall as hard as you had.

It wasn't an easy fall...

And that night, he guarded you with his life.

Maybe too much.

You weren't exactly the helpless type. You weren't sure what the boys had heard about you, but either way, you weren't quite in the damsel in distress category. And you didn't really appreciate being treated as such.

Especially when it put other basterds in danger.

You turned around, clinging onto the files. You could hear an endless storm of gunfire outside, the basterds clearing a path for your escape.

Meanwhile, Wicki was in danger.

"WIL!!!" You knocked WIcki down onto the ground, as you held the files in your left arm, and a gun out with your right, shooting down a line of nazis.

He looked up at you, his eyes soft as his voice "What did you call me?"

You cleared your throat as you climbed off him, and pulled him to his feet, "N-nothing, corporal....Nothing."

He looked at you, the files, and the nazis you had just gunned down for him.

He kissed you...

You could keep his heart, because this time, he stole yours, and your breath. You were even, now...

You looked up at Wick. This time, you breathless, speechless, but full of love, courage, and life.

For once in your life, you weren't sure if you could steal something back.

But, this time...just this once, looking up at Wicki’s smug grin, and loving eyes, you were ok with that.

#Wilhelm Wicki #wilhelm wicki x reader #Inglourious Basterds

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lighthousedann · 2 months ago

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Mortality

The Oxford dictionary defines “Mortality” as, and I quote, (1) “The state of being subject to death.” Or (2) “Death, especially on a large scale”.) I always presumed that it was “the desire or ability to live forever”. So naturally you can understand my surprise upon learning that for sixty-seven years I was misinformed. I do know that we all desire to live beyond our wildest dreams. Being able…

#Am_I_Rasputin_?#A Danny #Darkly #Lighthouse Dann #LightHouse Verner #The Last Canadian Cosmonaut #The Original Urban Viking #Walk With Dann Collection

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iwbfinterviews · 4 years ago

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Jake Brown Interview

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer? Is there a particular reason you chose to write about music, singers, etc?

I didn’t actually, lol. I’m a songwriter/producer first, I grew up playing and writing music but always wrote as a way to kind of get through school because I was terrible at math, sciences, tests, etc. I think there’s alot of people in the music business who started out like that. It kind of happened accidentally, I was working for a record label right out of college and started writing copy for their catalog titles, press releases, etc and it just expanded from there. I met a literary agent through that who suggested I try to write a book, and we sold the Suge Knight memoir to Amber Books, who gave me my start. Another big early foot in the door moment was when I had the opportunity to write books with Ann and Nancy Wilson & Heart in 2007 and in 2009 with Lemmy Kilmister and Motorhead. Then the book nearly 10 years into my career that really kind of made me appreciate this career was the opportunity to work with legendary guitar player Joe Satriani on Strange Beautiful Music: A Musical Memoir. I’d also started specializing in anthology-style books that feature LOTS of exclusive interviews in one book in chapter profiles so you could tell a bunch of people’s live stories at once, including the BEHIND THE BOARDS series, which began 10 years ago as a Rock & Roll producers’ series, the aforementioned In the Studio series with Heart, Motorhead, and others, and then finally about 10 years into living in Nashville I began working on the NASHVILLE SONGWRITER book series and most recently the BEHIND THE BOARDS: NASHVILLE book. SO: the long answer to that question is, because I love telling the behind-the-scenes stories of both the hits and those who make them, be it songwriters or producers or drummers in the case of the BEYOND THE BEATS rock drummers series, or Hip Hop producers with the DOCTORS OF RHYTHM audiobook and upcoming physical version in 2021. I’ve also been fortunate to write memoirs with some interesting characters like Kenny Aronoff, country rapper Big Smo and upcoming Freddy Powers The Spree of ’83 book which features Merle Haggard and Willie Nelson. So it's been an interesting run.

How long does it take you to write a book?

I work on several at once usually, that’s kind of my process, half day on one, a day on another, but for BEHIND THE BOARDS: NASHVILLE, I spent 4 straight months day in and out writing this book exclusively as it was over 600 pages. I was reading the audiobook for Blackstone as I was writing it too, which was the first time I’ve ever done that. Usually the audiobook is read after the book is completed. Then it’s about a month of editing before its handed into the publisher. So this was a real push, but it was worth it because of the feedback I’m getting first from the producers I worked quite extensively in many cases with on their individual chapters, and collectively in the book being a first of its kind for country music fans where they can read about how their favorite hits by country’s biggest stars were made while listening along on Spotify, iTunes, Tidal, etc.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

Oh, I don’t know... I write every book thinking from the outset before I’ve even started putting words down to paper thinking about how that book will be marketed and promoted upon release. There’s no point in writing something no one is going to read because when you get to the finish line you don’t have a gameplan on how to make readers aware of it. Publishers, to be honest, can only do so much in that arena, every publisher’s publicist is usually like a social worker with 30 cases on their desk, so yours can only get so much attention. So for instance, I always recommend to a writer to hire a great publicist and know that while that’s a considerable expense, it may be the best money you spend in getting the word out about your book because that publicist is working for YOU, not for 30 authors at once. It's just a fact of the business that I think should get more light shed on it because you’re competing with that number I mentioned above of 60,000+ books a YEAR coming out. I also negotiate the right to press my own promo runs of 100 if needed because if not, you’ll wind up with a paltry 10 copies from the publisher, who for their own budgetary reasons, might not for instance be able to service all the physical review copies you’ll have to give away during the book’s promotion, whether to a disc jockey interviewing you on the air or the listener he or she is giving away a free copy to during that broadcast, as just one example. If you don’t plan ahead for that, you’ll wind up paying that publisher $6 or $7 per promotional copy, which is something I’m SURE some of my own publishers would hate for me to pull the curtain back on, but its true. Writers are paid LAST usually in the royalty chain, especially early on, but you move up in that order as you build a value into your name as a writer, which only comes with people hearing about you and your book. So again, HIRE A PUBLICIST, HIRE A PUBLICIST, HIRE A PUBLICIST! Your agent can be helpful too, but its typically up to you as an author to maintain your own social media presence and look for every available avenue to spread the word about your book so it has a chance to be read. This is equally important for newer or more established writers, because there’s always a new generation of equally-as-talented new wordsmiths knocking on those publishers’ same doors...

What do you like to do when you're not writing?

In a studio making music or writing books for the various publishers I work for, or recording audiobooks for Blackstone Audio, so it’s pretty time-consuming. I did just sign a worldwide music publishing deal for my songwriting catalog with Streets Music and David Gresham Company. So I’m lucky to stay busy, to be honest, you have to too make a living in the entertainment business. I have a wife and a dog too, so I spend what time I have left with them. ☺

Your 50th book is coming out June 23rd, “Behind The Boards: Nashville”. Can you give us insight on what it will be about?

First, I exhale deeply every time I get asked that because it's finally DONE! I spent 2 years collecting extensive, first-hand – many for the first time in a book – interviews with 30 of country music’s biggest producers, and in some cases, that meant waiting for a break in their busy studio schedules to talk, in others it meant multiple conversations over a couple years as we wanted to make sure we had all their current hits as they kept banging them out, and in other cases, because of the sheer volume of their catalog – some of these guys have been in the business since the early 70s – it took that long to chronicle it all. That’s just the interview process too, then I had to write it and I write everything in one shot vs. a chapter here and there. Its to me like staying in character as an actor throughout an entire performance, and when you’re writing a book like this, you’re in a headspace that never lets you sleep because creative narrative is CONSTANTLY hitting you about specific hits, and there’s over 300 # 1s in this book. Additionally, there’s an EXHAUSTIVE amount of research I do to source out certain critical quotes of praise, for instance, from way back in the 80s, 90s, early 00s, etc from magazines that aren’t even in print anymore, as well as supporting quotes from the actual superstars these producers work with in the studio, which also takes a great deal of time. So after all of that prep, once you begin writing, there’s another 3-4 months before the manuscript comes to life as a finished product.

As a result of that, country music fans here are given arguably the MOST definitive to date book chronicling the stories behind the making of their favorite hits in the studio, again how those artists specifically and uniquely work at their craft – i.e. does George Strait sing each hit over 3 or 4 vocals or 25 or 30 takes, etc – as well as how specific # 1s within those individual catalogs of Greatest Hits were created in the studio. Then from the other side of the boards, so to speak, you get the producer’s first-hand recollections of their own personal journeys from the time they could first crawl and walk and started discovering music to their teenage bands and first tape-recorder or 2-inch reel to reel or 4-track or laptop home recording sessions all the way up through their rise to become the biggest names in the business working in country music today.

Collectively, BEHIND THE BOARDS: NASHVILLE features Dann Huff, James Stroud, Jim Ed Norman, Dave Cobb, Justin Neibank, Ross Copperman, Zach Crowell, Chris Destefano, Jesse Frasure, Norbert Putnam, Josh Osborne, Luke Laird, Clint Black, Frank Liddell, Shane McAnally, Jimmy Robbins, Josh Leo, Nathan Chapman, Paul Worley, Jeff Stevens, Jody Stevens, Bobby Braddock, Michael Knox, Don Cook, Frank Rogers, Joey Moi, Ray Baker, and Buddy Cannon, who did the Foreword, which was a TRUE honor. Frankly, it was an honor to have every one of these legends speak to fans so candidly and openly about both their personal and professional lives in the music business. Their stories are inspiring, ear-and-eye-opening, exciting, insightful, and hopefully educational for those kids growing up on their records now hoping to break into the same business. So hopefully, there’s something for everyone who opens the book.

What were the methods you used to get ‘the’ interview with all the big names you’ve written about?

When you’ve been around this long, fortunately you can get in touch with just about anybody, whether they say yes or not to the interview is another story! (laughs) But I’ve been pretty lucky, especially for instance with my NASHVILLE SONGWRITER book series, which has TWO volumes and 50 of the biggest songwriters in country music in the first two volumes, and a THIRD volume with another 30 legendary songwriters coming out at the end of 2021, and especially with BEHIND THE BOARDS: NASHVILLE, which has 30 of the most legendary record producers in country over the past 50 years, guys like Norbert Putnam, who ran Quad and produced Jimmy Buffet’s “Margaritaville,” Jim Ed Norman, who produced Hank Williams Jr’s Born to Boogie album, Ray Baker, who produced that whole 70s Honkytonk soundtrack including Moe Bandy, Whitey Shafer, and Merle Haggard and Freddy Powers among others. Then you have the Millennial generation’s biggest names like Joey Moi, Dave Cobb, Dann Huff, Jesse Frasure, Ross Copperman, Shane McAnally and Josh Osborne, Ray Riddle, and on and on.

What do you think makes a good story?

Well, for this book, the most common thread woven throughout many of the chapters/live stories of these producers were the long-term working relationships they’ve maintained with many of country music’s biggest stars throughout their entire careers or the majority, for instance, Jeff Stevens and Luke Bryan, Byron Gallimore and Tim McGraw, Buddy Cannon and Kenny Chesney, Michael Knox and Tony Brown, Frank Rogers and Brad Paisley, Miranda Lambert and Frank Liddell, the list goes on and on as long as the Greatest Hits track listings do. Equally as importantly for a book like this, is the fact it takes the reader quite literally inside the studio and pulls back the curtain on how their favorite country music stars record their biggest hits, and almost literally re-creates their recording from behind the boards by the producers interviewed. Then on a totally separate front, from the academic side, its a 600-page book full of tips about how the recording process works from all sides, points of views, approaches, ages, and technologies, old and new, from analog to digital and the hybrid of both in the “in the box” generation of record making. Hopefully, we’ve covered all sides of the process, that was the aim anyway so readers get a 3-D look, so to speak, at how the recording business really works.

How did publishing your first book change your process of writing?

I sold my first book to my first publisher, Amber Books, in 2001 and Tony Rose gave me my start in the business and I wrote for them almost exclusively for the first 5 years and 10 books of my career from 2002 to 2007. So having a stable and still exciting publisher willing to take chances on you and equally-as-importantly, the kinds of books you might approach them with, is KEY for any new writer because writers must remember EVERY time a publisher takes a chance on their book, they’re putting real money behind it before they ever see a dime back. It's a big leap of faith, and carries with it alot of obligations for the author, where it doesn’t just end with handing the book in, but also helping promote it and building a brand for your name so it can become more and more reliable for both readers and new publishers, as any writer’s goal should be to eventually build a catalog where they write for as many publishers as possible throughout their career. But be prepared to start out writing for one, or anyone for that matter, who you can verify has a good track record as a publisher, or if they’re new to the game, doesn’t just want to put out an e-book, which anyone can do without a publisher, and is willing to commit to a physical pressing, and promotion of that pressing. I wouldn’t go looking for advances on your first or even necessarily second book out, but start asking for them as soon as possible as its an important piece of the income stream for any working author, as much as royalties are later on down the road. An advance lets an author know a publisher first can afford to put money into their book, and values them, vs. Alot of these starter deals that promise big back-end but nothing up front. You have to be able to afford to take that hit once or twice out of the gate, but its not a career model any writer should plan on if they want to make a living as a working author. The other reason I mention all this is because being a working writer is not just about the creative side of the process, but the entrepreneurial one too, because you have to be a self-promoter, and not be shy to doing interviews or promotion on social media, etc, as you’re competing with a THOUSAND new titles a week minimum these days between all the digital e-books and print books out there. I think the statistic was to be something like 60,000 books published in 2018 alone, so that tells you the competition you’re up against to even get a book sold to a publisher, let alone compete on bookstore shelves for the reader dollar.

What’s your favorite under-appreciated novel?

Of my own books, I wouldn’t say any are underappreciated, I’m grateful for the fact that people still read my books after 20 years and 2 or 3 generations of teenagers (which are a primary part of my reading audience) still buy my stuff. I try to give them consistently interesting reading subjects, either in the personalities I co-write with – like country rapper SMO, whose memoir My Life in a Jar: The Book of Smo, was released in 2019, or the Freddy Powers Spree of ’83 memoir, which is presently in film development and that I co-wrote a screenplay for with Catherine Powers last year, that was also something different, and say something like legendary R&B producer/artist Teddy Riley’s forthcoming memoir Remember the Times, which we’ve been working on for the past 6 years off and on and is looking like it might be heading to Teddy’s fans’ hands in the next year. One key thing I tell new writers when asked for input into starting a career in the current climate for our business is be prepared to commit as much time to a book as the artist needs, its similar to an album – if the publisher wants it on a deadline, be prepare to deliver, but getting an artist to open up in depth about their life takes time, both to build trust and to physically take the time to do the interviews not only with them in principle but also with the huge list of supporting cast members between peers in the band and business and family members and friends, record executives, peers, etc that usually wind up on those lists. It's a process you should NEVER RUSH yourself, only move at the rhythm of the people you work with and for, and you’ll wind up working alot longer in the business than those who are in a hurry.

How many unpublished and half-finished books do you have?

Haha, I actually have a folder called “Projects That Probably Won’t Happen” and its filled with all kinds of “famous” bands/musicians books that just never got off the ground for one reason or another, but they’re all under contractual deals where I can’t talk about them in case they want to put a book out in the future, and I hope they all do. Sometimes you encounter someone who is thinking about writing a book but is really 10 years before they’re ready to, or they aren’t really committed yet past the concept, so you do some sample chapter interviews but it never gets past that starting line. I’ve thankfully left on good terms with the majority of those names, but with 50 published books in my catalog, most of what I have committed my time to has thankfully made it to store shelves. That’s important for any new writer to remember, because with every new book project you take on, you’re committing a year to two years of their life to that process from the start of interviews through the completion, handing it into the publisher, editing, etc. Anyone in a rush usually isn’t going to get anywhere is what I’ve found, it takes time, even if your mind is moving a million miles a minute, and your ambition even faster, pace yourself and you’ll last a lot longer in the race I’ve found anyway (cheesy sports metaphor aside ☺).

Do you read your book reviews? How do you deal with bad or good ones?

Haha, I’ve had some good and bad experiences there over the years. I have NO problem with a consumer buying my book and then reviewing it one way or the other on say Amazon or Audible, etc, because that’s part of the business, but as far as book reviews from other writers, I just have to hope they like it and write fairly about it as it does matter impressionistically what readers then think of it as a potential product to buy and read themselves. Sometimes, in walking the fine line I have to be between the technical and the creative in a series like this or Nashville Songwriter or say my In the Studio series, which has over 10 books in it alone, so you never know. Its something I don’t pay alot of attention to as well because by the time a review comes out, the book has been out a couple months usually and we’re on the back-end of a promotional push, so if its a good review, it's a nice 4th quarter boost of coverage, and if it's not, then it's pretty buried vs. hurting the book’s launch on the front end. I’m just being honest, sorry, but book reviews play a very MINIMAL role in most books’ launches if they’re properly promoted via author interviews, premier placements as we’ve done with American Songwriter, CMT, SoundsLikeNashville.com and others coming up, and for any newer writer, accept ahead of time that you’re GOING to get a bad review here or there, it's just part of the subjective review process, and doesn’t speak for your larger reading audience.

Do you believe in writer’s block?

Not when you write for a living. It's not a luxury I think any of the writers I know who work professionally writing books can afford, that’s why you have to follow the simple rule of A.B.W. (Always Be Writing) ☺.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Probably doing the same thing, writing is how I make a living, so it's will be with me until arthiritis set’s in, but I’ve got 2 screenplays in development and hope to have at had at least one of them produced into a film. I’m not unrealistic to think that it will go to theatres, but I’d be happy to see a streaming service selection with my name on it as a screenwriter, there’s 3 or 4 of my books fortunately in that cycle right now so we’ll hope one or two of them make it that far. Beyond that, I’m in the studio every week as I have been the past 20 years making music and will continue doing that, hopefully to a greater degree with these new publishing deals I’ve signed as I have over 200 released songs in my own catalog, none in Country lol, but I just try to keep putting out new creative product across multiple mediums at as prolific a pace as the muse allows without the quality of the end-product being compromised. That’s the point at which I’d stop I guess, if the quality of the writing lessens to where people don’t want to read my stuff anymore. Thankfully, I have built up a pretty loyal reading and retail-buying audience over the past 2 decades, and hope to keep putting out books that help music listeners understand how hard and still rewarding a business the record business is. It's an amazing world to wake up working in every day, and I love helping musicians tell their stories on paper, so we’ll just have to see. I hope to have hit 60 books by then, although my ultimate goal is another 50 over the next 10 years! (laughs) Thanks again for your time and support of this latest project!

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by the time i stopped to consider why the fuck i was putting this together in the first place, i’d already typed most of it up. idk i guess i just like throwing my joy into the void, where the void can either choose to ignore it or derive some joy from it itself. either is fine.

anyway, i’m never going to have enough of these in any one category to put together a proper FST or anything, nor am i capable of imprinting on a song for reasons that aren’t like “feathers.......hawks”, because really this is all driven by my terrible sense of humour, but what i have collected so far Sparks Joy, so into the void it goes.

psqqa’s list of songs applicable to bnha in some way, shape, or form

No One Is Alone - Into the Woods - this is a vibe i’ve been getting from the manga for a while but then the my villain academia arc just totally cinched it (while we’re seeing our side/maybe we forgot/they are not alone/no one is alone)

Falling - Haim - this one is a bakugou song for me, which probably says something about me because i’m fairly sure it could almost equally be a midoriya song if you wanted it to be. yes, both could be good, but the brain doesn’t always work that way. (they keep saying/don’t stop/no it’s never enough/i’ll never look back/never give up/and if it gets rough/it’s time to get rough)

Ice and the Storm - My Brightest Diamond - inatodo. i did warn you. (darling we’ve accumulated/too much miscommunication/in the beginning everything is soft/not defensive/perhaps we begin again/shining)

Sacrilege - Yeah Yeah Yeahs - feathers.......hawks. probably dabi/hawks given the options so far, but that’s pretty immaterial tbh (fallen for a guy/fell down from the sky/halo/round his head/feathers in our bed)

Girl - Anouk - listen i’m not going to lie, i’ve never fully been able to figure out what the hell is going on in this song. like, i would say it’s just straight up anouk being in love with the titular “Girl”, but then there’s the “him” in the first verse so who even knows. i’ve settled on polyamory, which makes this my jirou highkey got the feels for yaomomo and lowkey got the feels for kaminari and she needs yaomomo to understand this so they can work on a frankly totally unnecessary because kaminari is already all in baby Wooing Plan (still got my hands/they’re clinging/so i just keep going/i don’t know where i belong/could i belong to you)

Electric Feel - MGMT - electric..........kaminari. i like to think of it in terms of kaminari/jirou/yaomomo. idk maybe he gets bored waiting for them to plan their Wooing Plan and just takes matters into his own terrible pickup line hands. or perhaps it’s just aimed at yaomomo and we can take these two songs jointly to be The Wooing of YaoMomo. which actually now that i’ve typed it out i am quite fond of as an idea. (i said ooh girl/shock me like an electric eel/baby girl/turn me on with your electric feel)

the three song stretch that runs Slow Show-Apartment Story-Start A War - The National - The Soul-Crushing Weight Of Being In Your Early-To-Mid-Twenties!kiribaku. this would be like triply the case if i were reading this manga in 2012 instead of 2019. (i wanna hurry home to you/put on a slow dumb show for you/and crack you up - be still for a second while i/try and try to pin your flowers on/can you carry my drink i have everything else/i can tie my tie all by myself - do you really think you can just/put it in a safe behind a/painting lock it up and leave/walk away now/and you’re gonna start a war)

Fireproof - The National - also kiribaku. look man idk what to tell you. it just be like that sometimes. (you’re fireproof/nothing breaks your heart/you’re fireproof/it’s just the way you are)

The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts - Sufjan Stevens - man of steel, man of heart...............tetsutetsu. pick your tetsutetsu ship of choice. it doesn’t matter. all parties equally applicable because only a steel man can be a lover/if he had hands to tremble all over/we celebrate our sense of each other/we have a lot to give one another

New Shoes - Paolo Nutini - kirishima song!! (hey i put some new shoes on/and suddenly everything’s right/i said hey i put some new shoes on/and everybody’s smiling/it’s so inviting)

Dance Apocalyptic - Janelle Monae - mina song!! what can i say, it’s got mina energy. also i feel like ‘dance apocalyptic’ would a great hero name for mina. (but i really, really want to thank you/for dancing ‘til the end/you found a way to break out/you’re not afraid to break out)

Whoo! Alright – Yeah...Uh Huh - The Rapture - kaminari song!!! do the lyrics even work for him? who knows, i’m just in it for the cowbell. and so is kaminari. (people don’t dance no more/they just stand there like this/they cross their arms and/stare you down and/drink and moan and diss)

Invincible - OK Go - now i could, and i guess sort of do, think of this as a bakugou ship song generally, but to be quite honest, i think it’s probably just the song his brain plays on a loop whenever he does anything (when they finally come to destroy the earth/they’ll have to deal with you first/and now my money says they won’t know about/the thousand fahren/heit hot metal/lights behind your eyes/invincible/oh oh oh/you’re invincible)

Daniel - Bat for Lashes - tododeku - don’t @ me (daniel/when i first saw you/i knew that you had/a flame in your heart/and under wild blue skies/marble movie skies/i found a home in your eyes/we’d never be apart)

Gekommen um zu bleiben - Wir sind Helden - BAKUSQUAD!!!! i mean, also like 1-a generally, but for me it’s really the bakusquad.....also i literally just realized that the band name itself works really well here (wir gehen nicht/aber wenn wir gehen/dann gehen wir in scheiben/entschuldigung ich sagte/wir sind gekommen um zu bleiben)

Don’t Call Me Baby - Madison Avenue - the kacchako song. why? because i was reliving the turn of the millennium. next question. (don’t think that i’m not strong/i’m the one to take you on/don’t underestimate me boy/i’ll make you sorry you were born/you don’t know me/the way you really should/you sure misunderstood/don’t call me baby)

You Will Not Take My Heart Alive - Joanna Newsom - All Might. although i think this entire album is one he would Have Feelings about. and tbh it’s impossible at this point for me to consider any one song off this album entirely on its own. it’s always within the greater context of the album as a whole. (and i won’t come round this way again/where the lonely wind abides/and you will not take my heart alive)

Don’t Wanna Fight - Alabama Shakes - bakudeku. i didn’t actually think any song would ping me as bakudeku at any point, but here we are. (what you like/what i like/why can’t we both be right?/attacking/defending/until there’s nothing left/worth winning)

Mrs. Robinson - Simon & Garfunkel - hawks/dabi-hawks/endeavour melodramatic clusterfuck. no i’m not taking questions. (DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE/DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO/DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE)

Riot Rhythm - Sleigh Bells - riot........kirishima. but yeah kirishima and bakugou are bros and that’s Good. they might also be more than bros, but that’s up to you i guess. (because my best friend/she's okay/carve you out/all the way/straight A kids/like a treat/she stands up/takes the heat)

In The Shadows - The Rasmus - tokoyami. i feel like i’m virtually incapable of talking about tokoyami without also mentioning this song, but like, you’ve seen the video right? (i've been watching/i've been waiting/in the shadows/for my time)

The Hero - Queen - this one is probably cheating, given that it was written for the actual soundtrack of an actual superhero movie, but it’s not like there’s any rules to this and i’ve never seen the movie......or anything else with flash in it i guess, so whatever. anyway, not so much All Might as like every character in this manga when they were 4yo watching All Might. (he’s for every one of us/stands for every one of us/he’ll save with a mighty hand)

Impossible Soul - Sufjan Stevens - this wasn’t on this list until sometime around 2:30 AM last night when i was lying awake because i didn’t take my nightly melatonin and something something i can’t even vaguely remember the train of thought but it ended in me deciding this was a good bakudeku song. not so much the first part, but like ‘do you want to be afraid’ onward. maybe the eight minutes of “boy we can do much more together” will be enough for bakugou to get the message. (boy we can do much more together/better get it right/get it right/get it right/get it right/boy we can do much more together/it’s not so impossible)

to be updated if further song pinging happens, i guess?

#bnha #so many of these songs have videos that i never knew existed and have never seen before #the one for sacrilege in particular is real fucked up #the daniel one appears to have changed the intro #which is bothering me #but fine #i will live #sound is a colour i know

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phanfictioncatalogue · 5 years ago

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Cis Swap (3) Masterlist

Links Last Checked: September 1st, 2024

part one, part two, part four

A Little Spark In The Dark (ao3) - dizzy, waveydnp

Summary: dee and fi pull a marie kondo on their sex toy collection

Axiom of Infinity (ao3) - OliveTheHobbit, acciowho

Summary: “We love each other in every reality possible, don’t we?” In which Yazi Howell finally meets her girlfriend, and the love of her life, Fionna Lester.

Feelings (ao3) - Iittlesparkle

Summary: song fic inspired by feelings by hayley kiyoko

Gazing At You (ao3) - det395

Summary: “You’re gonna kill me,” P whispers, watching Dann look devilish and satisfied throwing the lacy black push up bra over her elbow. (A day at the mall.)

Growing Pains (ao3) - palomeheart

Summary: Sometimes Fi thinks about how her life would be different if she had been born a boy.

It Still Gives Me A Head Rush When I Hear Your Name - tobieallison

Summary: After a night out Dan and Phil indulge in a little something new, as well as each other.

Let Us Conquer The Storms Within Us Love - gravityplant

Summary: Daniella and Fiona invests in a tv to be able to watch movies in HD.

Lost (ao3) - flymetomanchester

Summary: Daisy accidentally loses her son in a shopping center.

Miss Misanthrope (Oh, Russian Doll) (ao3) - EtceterasEverywhere

Summary: Fiona is a demotivated writer that creates too many fantasy worlds for herself; luckily for her, Danna is not imaginary at all.

Also called: "After another attempt of running away Fiona runs into Danna; time passes between brown eyes and little paper knights, and Fiona decides that maybe staying is better than escaping."

Rawr Means I Love You In Dinosaur (ao3) - CanDanAndPhilNot (EnbyBeeGee)

Summary: Dani and Fiona have been best friends since primary school. And everything was just the same in 2009 when they reach high school. Right? At least that's what they both keep trying to tell themselves. Aka 2009, Dan and Phil, gender switch, teenagers, friends to lovers...thing.

Scrubs (ao3) - watergator

Summary: surgical nurse phoebe lester is run off her feet and feeling out of her depth when she starts her new job. but it soon seems she may not be the only one feeling this way when she meets new surgeon, diana howell

So Tired Of Love Songs, Tired Of Love - tobieallison

Summary: Dan is heartbroken after a bad break and has no interest in meeting anyone new. until she meets Phil.

Stay Here Honey, I Don’t Wanna Share - tobieallison

Summary: strangers to lovers based off of Taylor Swift's delicate

Storm Clouds (ao3) - alphalester

Summary: Pip Lester has feelings for her best friend, Dani.

To Walk A Mile In Her Shoes (ao3) - keeplovinanyway

Summary: Phil wakes up, and something's decidedly not the same. He's a woman, and so is Dan.

try a little tenderness (ao3) - quarterleigh

Summary: "Lillian blows into her life like a gust of forgiving wind on a humid summers day. The moment they meet, Dan feels as if she is exhaling for the first time in months."

Dan meets a beautiful woman at yoga.

Where The World Stops (ao3) - watergator

Summary: Di and Phoebe enjoy a night alone in Jamaica.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #cisswap #cisswap masterlist #genderswap

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September 2018

I spent the first week of September in Bali. I got my advanced diver's license and did my navigation dive with David in PadangBai. For the night and wreck dive I went up to Tulamben (and had the driver teach me how to open my chakras and read someone's aura - he even made me connect with my mother who wrote me an e-mail a few hours later asking if something was wrong because she had felt me very strongly) where I ate the very best tempeh satay skewers and fried eggplant at Warung Rusti (with a 90s playlist in the background - "Shalalalala!").

That night dive deserves it's own bullet point: It was the first time for me, I had never been under water at night before. After saying that I met real-life Gary (Spongebob's pet snail) I'll just include the message I wrote to a friend that night: Das war gerade so bombastisch. Mein erster Nachttauchgang, ich wusste überhaupt nicht was mich erwartet, und dann war das gleichzeitig noch ein Wracktauchgang - ich hatte das Wrack vorher noch nicht gesehen. Wow. Du steigst einfach nach Einbruch der Dunkelheit direkt am Strand ins Wasser und tauchst ab. Nach ein paar Minuten taucht plötzlich ein riesiger Schatten vor dir auf - die USAT Liberty. Könnte auf den ersten Blick allerdings auch ein Blauwal sein... Ich kann's gar nicht beschreiben. Du hast nur eine Taschenlampe dabei, auf einer Seite siehst du vage Schemen vom Boot das von hinten manchmal von anderen Tauchern angeleuchtet wird, auf der anderen Seite nur Dunkelheit, schwarze Tiefe. Das Allerbeste ist allerdings, die Taschenlampe auszumachen. Wenn man im stockfinsteren Wasser mit den Armen wirbelt, erzeugt man hunderte kleine Luftbläschen, die wie leuchtende Funken aussehen. Magisch! Hat das was mit Biolumineszenz zu tun? Muss recherchieren. Das ist so ein geiles Gefühl. Mitten im Nichts, in der Dunkelheit, um dich rum nur Wasser. Ständig am Überlegen, ob man nicht doch noch spontan Panik kriegen soll. Beim Auftauchen siehst du die Sterne über dir, den Mars, die Milchstraße. Vom Ufer siehst du das Meer an manchen Stellen milchig türkis aufblitzen - wo die Taucher tief unter der Wasseroberfläche das Wrack anleuchten.

Climbing a fucking volcano in the middle of the night. Seriously, climbing Mount Batur must be one of the most challenging things I've ever done. I wasn't ready for this. Getting up at 1am, only a weak flashlight against the darkness, shorts and a thin jacket against the cold. I got scratches, killed my knees, my lungs were angry as well. I fell. And I still don't know how but somehow I made it to the top. So I sat there, shivering, wet, in the thin air surrounded by clouds. Listening to Krishna Das because that's what I kept doing in quiet moments during my trip. So I witnessed the moon and the stars vanishing, the night growing fainter, the sunrise behind Mount Agung. Walking downhill wasn't any easier (I'll never be able to get the black earth stains out of my jeans) but I managed. My reward: an organic tomato for breakfast, straight from the field. And soaking in hot spring water at Toya Devasya. They had an infinity pool right in front of Lake Batur, just what I needed - even though I only started to notice how many of my muscles were mad at me.

Later, I went to Ubud where I took part in a cleansing/blessing ceremony at the Holy Spring Water Temple, Pura Tirta Empul. We got green bathing sarongs and made an offering before we got cleansed and "talked" to the spirits in the pool. In the afternoon we met a Balinese healer who basically only confirmed what I already knew. I must be on the right track, I suppose. Later I talked to Alex from the UK on the backseat of our car while the others had coffee. We were born one day apart and felt that there were a lot of similarities in our biographies. He asked me for advice on his panic attacks and what he could do about the mask he keeps wearing so that nobody gets to know the real Alex. It felt like a therapy session but I loved how open you can be around a total stranger.

Ubud treats: daily massages, affordable lash extensions, health food everywhere (Smoothie bowls! Veggie wraps! Goddess bowls! Oh, and Gelato Secrets, not healthy at all but delicious), a successful ring quest (good luck trying to find gold jewellery in Bali... but in the end I managed to find a gorgeous ring with a bluish green stone) and a whole day in a batik workshop where I learned the traditional technique from locals. Worth mentioning: the little girls dancing for us at the healer's place - especially the goofy, chubby one with her puppy and the girl in pink who would exaggerate the traditional eye movements and made me laugh / Riding a scooter - this time as a passenger on the back. The gorgeous view of the countryside north of Ubud. / Talking to the Canadian newlyweds about the NHL while having lunch with a view over the rice terraces. /

Magic for Humans

The stories Richard and Star Wars in Benedict Wells' new short story collection Die Wahrheit über das Lügen.

Silence. Thank you, ear plugs. I don't leave the house without Ohropax and a good book.

Children of Time by Adrian Tchaikovsky. More or less the first science fiction book I've ever read but MAN that one is SMART. It's a take on human culture, mirrored by a tribe of very unexpected sentient animals. Worth mentioning: my new Kobo e-reader and OnLeihe (where you can get e-books from the library).

So I'm officially an adult now. Every single thing on this list is true for me. I don't really know why I'm putting this on my Things I Love list since it is pretty scary but at the same time I feel weirdly good about it.

Seeberger's trail mix salty/fruity with rhubarb, banana chips, almonds, peanuts, cranberries and physalis.

Celebrating autumn - even though I had a beautiful summer I'm kinda looking forward to sweater weather, crinkly leaves, gothic novels and pumpkin soup.

George Harrison with a beard and long hair was such a gorgeous human being. Listening to his songs on repeat at the moment.

Spending a day at the Isar with my students. We made a fire, they tought me how to skip stones (no talent) and after a while we couldn't bear the sun anymore so we just hopped into the river in our underwear. We walked along the gravel bank and allowed the water to carry us back to the others. I had such a good time.

What a musical conductor actually does on stage - such an interesting video, especially after many seasons of Mozart in the Jungle.

I know I've probably already said it but this recipe is absolutely delicious. Perfect for autumn. Not bad either: spelt crepes with a creamy chanterelle/champignon filling.

Finally finding a way to do a shoulder stand in yoga class even though my stomach muscles aren't strong enough.

Spending the evening with Manu. Who thinks I'm prettier without make-up. Who played with my hair. Who cooked for me. Who looked gorgeous that night. I mean, come on, open denim shirt over a hairy chest, wavy hair in a man bun with loose strands - that's just unfair. He played the guitar and we sang together. Trying to find a good duet to perform on Thursday (karaoke night!), ending up singing along to every weird song we could think of.

Nursing a yellow bell pepper plant back to health.

Sitting under a blanket outside, a captivating book on my lap, Dunkelgrün fast schwarz, watching the clouds being blown away by the warm autumn winds, flying leaves, deep in thoughts. The smell of family dinner in the air, the light fading away. A sense of longing in combination with melancholia and thoughts occuring on a meta-level, probably the result of too much writing, reading, dreaming, spending time alone.

A matte top coat turns Essie's Bahama Mama nail polish into pure velvet. I love the look and feel of it. So much more elegant and understated than shiny polish.

Give up comfort

My first karaoke night in Munich at Keg with Manu and Bibi. Performing together - my favourite was Because of You by Kelly Clarkson even though we were really bad. The atmosphere was pretty great. There were a lot of Brits around, probably because of the Oktoberfest. Folks were swinging a huge double-ended dildo around, we all danced with each other and I taught everyone German swear words. The good kind. After a few beers I just walked up to Manu (and Bibi!) and we started kissing. I kissed a GIRL and I liked it! Being thirty and somewhat confident is such a blessing. A lot of people kept saying that Manu and I should be a couple. Promising! Especially the girl who sang the Adele songs (and nailed it - voice twins!) was shipping us. Daw.

Dinner at Lena and Obi's wedding location. The waitress showed us around. I feld very grown-up asking questions and acting all responsible and busy.

Going shopping with Lena, trying to find a wedding dress for her. Falling in love with the coats at Zara. Unfortunately I still need to lose some weight in order to buy my clothes there.

Wondering how people actually perceive me. Sometimes I get the feeling that they see me as an angry feminist. But while being a feminist is totally fine with my - I guess I gotta work on my anger issues.

AnderART festival at Odeonsplatz - singing Wonderful Life with Ian, Jens and the GoSingChoir!

Meeting Manu L. at the Alcest concert. I liked talking to him that night. It was only the two of us and I liked how honest he was. And that he gave me a new, less emotional perspective on the whole deal with Frank.

Wearing black jeans, my new checked shirt, dark-rimmed glasses, a huge, soft grey scarf. Doc Martens. A headband.

Treating myself to a 100ml bottle of Byredo's Super Cedar perfume. I smell damn fine now.

On a Friday morning there was a cat downstairs in the subway station. She hung around at a corner and permitted me to pet her. She even jumped a little to meet my hand halfway. Very good start into the day.

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Interview with Charles Spearin

We had the pleasure of interviewing Charles Spearin over Zoom video! Can you think of a more perfect lyric that captures the pandemic experience? Multi-instrumentalist and composer Charles Spearin, known for his work in Broken Social Scene, Do Make Say Think, and so much more music that has soundtracked the past two decades, insists he’s not much of a lyricist. In fact, his new solo album, My City of Starlings, is a largely instrumental collection of beautifully textured songs that glide between avant-garde, art rock and electronic soundscapes. But it’s no surprise that Spearin’s virtuosity extends to every detail of his songwriting, from the burnished brass of “Vireos in Bellwoods” to the celestial “Three Voices (Braided Carefully)” to the words and ambient melodies of the title track, which captures both the haziness but also the glimmers of hope of the time we’ve just lived through. My City of Starlings isn’t a “pandemic record,” exactly – while Spearin found himself with extra time once touring came to a standstill, some of the compositions that found their way onto the album had been taking shape since 2017, while others were born from a more recent song-a-day writing and recording club of fellow musicians from around the world. Like so many of us, Spearin came to see his city in a whole new light during the endless walks taken through its streets over the past year and a half, partly thanks to an increased interest in birding but also a whole new appreciation for the wonders of the natural world – an inspiration that comes through clearly in the album’s expansive sonic palette. Some of those strolls with fellow musicians, not to mention Spearin’s wide artistic social scene, led to the many collaborations on My City of Starlings, which features a long list of Toronto’s best jazz, pop, rock and experimental-music performers (including BSS bandmates Brendan Canning and Kevin Drew). Describing the recording process as akin to painting a picture with many layers, Spearin recalls how each guest brought their own unique brushstrokes to the compositions. From the first track to be released from the album, the percussion-driven “Portrait of The Artist As A Thursday” (accompanied by a video from animator Jared Sales that runs as a 12-hour loop) to the catchy shuffle riff of “Rutting Season” through to the spoken-sung Arabic poetry on “When Tigers Used to Smoke,” My City of Starlings is as eclectic and accomplished as Spearin himself. When he’s not busy with BSS or DMST, the multiple Juno Award winner has toured with Feist and the late Gord Downie and is also known for his production and soundtrack work. During the pandemic, he has been working on a musical about Canada’s private sponsorship program for refugees with co-writers Robin Dann from the band Bernice (who appears on Starlings’ track “Three Voices”), actor and playwright Mariel Marshall, and Esmaeel Abufaker, a Syrian musician who came to Canada as a refugee in 2016. In 2009, Spearin released The Happiness Project, a solo album which used snippets of his neighbours’ musings on contentment set to music, which won a Juno for Best Contemporary Jazz Album. Unexpected and indelible – much like the way the birds his album is named for are known to mimic sounds from their surroundings in their own distinct calls, My City of Starlings reveals yet another facet of Charles Spearin’s uniquely observant artistry. We want to hear from you! Please email [email protected]. www.BringinitBackwards.com #podcast #interview #bringinbackpod #CharlesSpearin #BrokenSocialScene #DoMakeSayThink #zoom Listen & Subscribe to BiB Follow our podcast on Instagram and Twitter! source https://www.spreaker.com/user/14706194/interview-with-charles-spearin

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greenbagjosh · 4 years ago

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Feb 2006 Days 1 and 2 THY to Istanbul TR

EN Hi everyone, today we are going to Southeast Europe! We will fly first from DFW to JFK by American Airlines, then fly to Istanbul Atatürk Airport, and take an airport transfer to the hotel in the Sultanahment district. We will take the tram to Eminönü and Karaköy, funicular to Tünel Beyoglu and a nostalgic tram to Taksim square. Then we take the metro one stop to Osmanbey to see a Mehter military band performance, return to Sultanahmet for a genuine Döner Kebab dinner and then plan for the next day(s).

TR Herkese merhaba, bugün Güneydoğu Avrupa'ya gidiyoruz! Önce American Airlines ile DFW'den JFK'ye, ardından İstanbul Atatürk Havalimanı'na uçup Sultanahment semtindeki otele havalimanı transferi yapacağız. Tramvayı Eminönü ve Karaköy'e, füniküler Tünel Beyoğlu'na ve nostaljik tramvayı Taksim meydanına götüreceğiz. Daha sonra bir Mehter askeri bandosunun performansını görmek için metroyla Osmanbey'e bir durak gidiyoruz, hakiki bir Döner Kebap yemeği için Sultanahmet'e dönüyor ve ertesi gün (ler) i planlıyoruz.

BG Здравейте всички, днес отиваме в Югоизточна Европа! Първо ще летим от DFW до JFK от American Airlines, след това ще летим до летище Ататюрк в Истанбул и ще вземем летищен трансфер до хотела в квартал Султанахмент. Ще вземем трамвая до Eminönü и Karaköy, фуникулер до Tünel Beyoglu и носталгичен трамвай до площад Taksim. След това се отправяме на метрото до Османбей, за да видим представление на военната група на Mehter, връщаме се в Султанахмет за истинска вечеря на Döner Kebab и след това планираме следващия ден (дни).

RO Bună tuturor, astăzi mergem în sud-estul Europei! Vom zbura mai întâi de la DFW la JFK cu American Airlines, apoi vom zbura la Aeroportul Istanbul Atatürk și vom lua un transfer de la aeroport la hotelul din districtul Sultanahment. Vom lua tramvaiul către Eminönü și Karaköy, funicular către Tünel Beyoglu și un tramvai nostalgic către piața Taksim. Apoi, luăm o stație de metrou până la Osmanbey pentru a vedea o reprezentație a trupei militare Mehter, ne întoarcem la Sultanahmet pentru o cină autentică Döner Kebab și apoi planificăm ziua (zilele) următoare.

SR Поздрав свима, данас идемо у југоисточну Европу! Прво ћемо летјети из DFW-а до ЈFК-а Америцан Аирлинес-ом, затим летјети до истанбулског аеродрома Ататурк и превести се аеродромом до хотела у округу Султанахмент. Возимо се трамвајем до Еминону-а и Каракои-а, успињачом до Тунел-а Беиоглу-а и носталгичним трамвајем до трга Таксим. Затим се метроом заустављамо до Османбеиа да бисмо видели наступ војног оркестра Мехтер, враћамо се у Султанахмет на истинску вечеру од Донер Кебаба и планирамо за следећи дан (е).

HU Sziasztok mindenkinek, ma Délkelet-Európába megyünk! Először DFW-ből repülünk az American Airlines JFK-be, majd az isztambuli Atatürk repülőtérre repülünk, és reptéri transzfert viszünk a Sultanahment kerületben lévő szállodába. Villamossal megyünk Eminönü és Karaköy felé, siklóval a Tünel Beyoglu-ra, nosztalgikus villamossal a Taksim térre. Ezután metróval indulunk Osmanbey-be, hogy megnézzük egy Mehter katonai együttes fellépését, visszatérünk Sultanahmetbe egy igazi Döner Kebab vacsorára, majd megtervezzük a következő nap (oka) t.

CZ Ahoj všichni, dnes jedeme do jihovýchodní Evropy! Nejprve letíme z DFW do JFK společností American Airlines, poté letíme na istanbulské letiště Atatürk a letištním transferem do hotelu ve čtvrti Sultanahment. Půjdeme tramvají do Eminönü a Karaköy, lanovkou do Tünel Beyoglu a nostalgickou tramvají na náměstí Taksim. Pak jedeme metrem o jednu zastávku do Osmanbey, abychom viděli představení vojenské kapely Mehter, vrátili se do Sultanahmetu na skutečnou večeři Döner Kebab a poté plánovali další den (dny).

DE Hallo allerseits, heute fahren wir nach Südosteuropa! Wir fliegen zuerst mit American Airlines von DFW nach JFK, dann zum Flughafen Istanbul Atatürk und nehmen einen Flughafentransfer zum Hotel im Stadtteil Sultanahment. Wir fahren mit der Straßenbahn nach Eminönü und Karaköy, mit der Standseilbahn nach Tünel Beyoglu und mit einer nostalgischen Straßenbahn zum Taksim-Platz. Dann fahren wir mit der U-Bahn eine Station nach Osmanbey, um eine Mehter-Militärkapelle zu sehen, kehren nach Sultanahmet zurück, um ein echtes Döner Kebab-Abendessen zu genießen, und planen dann die nächsten Tage.

Thursday the 9th February 2006 would be the start of a unique journey, one that would take a part of the route of the Orient Express train, and that would also go off the beaten path part of the way. Where does the Orient Express go? Originally it went between Istanbul, Bucharest, Budapest, Vienna, Zurich and Paris. Later it would change its course from Bucharest to Sofia and Belgrade. My route was Istanbul, Bucharest, Sofia, Belgrade, Budapest, Bratislava, Prague, Berlin (via Dresden and the former Schönefeld Airport), Cologne and Frankfurt am Main.

I had to get a shared ride to DFW airport because in 2006, there was no useable airport connection from Frisco, TX, where I was living at the time, other than DART's 500 bus line and Trinity Rail Express. From there, I depart from either A or C, cannot remember just now, and arrived at JFK Airport in Terminal 8. My flight to Istanbul would depart from Terminal 1. The only way I could get there was by Airtrain JFK. The outer train was in operation that day, so I took that to Federal Circle and back by a train going in the opposite direction.

Terminal 1 had the Turkish Airways / Türk Hava Yollari checkin for Istanbul. The flight would leave about 5:30 PM and arrive the next day in Istanbul about 9:30 AM, seven hours past Eastern time. I was in the middle of coach class in a Boeing 777, with a window seat. The flight took off on time. About an hour or so after takeoff, the inflight crew served drinks and snacks. One snack I remember was a bag of unsalted roasted hazelnuts. I asked for raki, an anise-flavored liqueur, and I was given one glass of the raki and another of ice water. The raki went from clear to milky after putting a bit of water in it.

An hour later, when the onboard entertainment was turned on, dinner was served. I chose the cheese tortellini and Turkish red wine. It came with an appetizer of salmon and lemon. On the food container, there was a 3 inch by 2 inch disclaimer that the food did not contain any pork or alcohol in English, Turkish, Arabic, German and French, and a pictogram of a pig crossed out to eliminate any doubts.

I think I may have slept a while on the plane, but I cannot remember what movies I watched. I remember on one of the audio channels "First there is no mountain" by Donovan. About 7:30 AM the sky started lightening, and breakfast was served. I had the eggs and chicken sausage. Along with the meal was another 3 inch by 2 inch disclaimer, again with a pig crossed out. I would not have pork again until late evening on the 13th February when I would have arrived in Bucharest.

The plane landed about 9 AM at the Atatürk airport. Since 2019 it is no longer the official airport, as the new airport is located closer to the Black Sea and also Anadolu Kavagi. Atatürk Airport is located near the Ataköy district. I had my passport and entry visa stamped and then I went to collect my suitcase with nothing to declare. At the exit, was a man with a sign with my name on it, and he led me to his minivan to take me to my hotel in the Sultanahmet district. It was an 8 mile / 12 km journey. The passenger seat belt did not work, but the driver said to not worry about it (reminding me very much of the Kelal Yildirim Driving School sketches as played by Kaya Yanar https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhxGyz8YldY).

About 11 AM I arrived at the hotel on 82 Akbiyik Cadessi. It was close to the Blue Mosque. I paid in advance for my room which I would have for three nights. I think it was about $100.00 for all three nights including breakfast. There was no elevator and my room was on the third floor. The breakfast room was on the fourth floor. Before going to the Military Museum near Osmanbey, I took a shower and changed clothes. I left my belongings in my room.

As Akbiyik Cadessi was downhill, I had an uphill walk to the Sultanahmet tram stop. The fact that the temperature was around 35 degrees did not help. I had to buy a token for one Turkish Lira (one million old Lira which had long since been converted) to get to Sirkeci rail station. At the "Giris" gate, I had to drop in my token. Why was I going to Sirkeci before the Military Museum? I wanted to be sure that on the 12th February about 8 PM I would have a place to sleep on the train to Bucharest. When I arrived at Sirkeci station, I found the ticket office to buy a sleeper ticket supplement, with my Eastern Europe rail pass. They had a lower level bunk. I think the ticket may have cost $ 20.00.

After leaving Sirkeci, I took the tram to Karaköy where there was an underground funicular train to Beyloglu. The funicular train did not accept the regular tokens so I had to buy one for about one lira. Once I arrived at Beyloglu, I had a snack of a ring bread. The bread was similar to a sesame bagel but was a little larger. I used to get those also in Greece when I was very young. The tram from Beyloglu to Taksim Square had not yet arrived but when it did, I bought a separate ticket. Not everything in 2006 was fully integrated. When I took the M2 from Taksim to Osmanbey, I could easily use a token, or I could use an Akbil, which was a stored value device consisting of a thumb sized piece of plastic and a hearing aid battery sized stored value disk. Earlier I send a picture of it. Those went out of use in 2009. Taksim Square station was very deep and trains must have been at least three stories underground. The situation was the same at Osmanbey station where I had to alight in order to reach the military museum.

When I went to the military museum, there was a scheduled band performance about 2 PM. I had arrived just in time before the performance started. I had to pay about 12 Lira for entrance and the privilege of filming and photography. The band performance started with a slide show narrated in Turkish about the long history of the band, with its origins about the time of the pre-renaissance Crusades, circa 1290 AD. A few minutes later the entire band appeared on stage, about 50 people or so, maybe 20 of them as vocalists singing the traditional marching songs. And almost all had long moustaches, very fitting with their Ottoman-era costumes. The band must have played eight songs.

After the performance, there was some time to see the rest of the museum. I looked at displays of the musical instruments, including the percussions and wind instruments (trumpet, zurna, clarinet). I was thinking at the time, maybe go to the grand bazaar near Cemberlitas, and buy a similar outfit with instrument.

I took the M2 back to Taksim, and then walked along Istikal Caddesi. It is on the same route as the nostalgic tram that goes to Beyoglu. I found a record store where I could buy Turkish-language music. I bought a couple of CDs from Mustufa Sandal, in particular "Yamali Tövbeler" that also included "Isyankar" and "Gel Askim". I should have also looked for music by Mirkelam. I only know of his "Her Gece".

Soon it became dark, I took the funicular back to Karaköy, the tram to Sultanahmet and then I found a place to eat Döner Kebap with rice. It was located at 12 Divan Yolu Cadessi. I ordered a can of Uludag soda and a shot of raki with that.

I walked back to the hotel and went to sleep. As it was a day that I had arrived from overseas, it was understandable wanting to go to bed around 9 PM EET (+2 GMT). The next day I would go to Asia by boat.

Next adventure – Calls to prayer at 5 AM, breakfast on the "roof", boat ride to Haydarpasa in Asia, ride on the Moda tram, first Lahmacun in Asia, the Grand Bazaar Experience, metro ride to Otogar and back, Iskender Kebab on the Mimar Mehmet Aga Cadessi

Sonraki macera - Sabah 5'de ezan sesleri, "çatıda" kahvaltı, Asya'da Haydarpaşa'ya tekne yolculuğu, Moda tramvayı, Asya'da ilk Lahmacun, Kapalıçarşı Deneyimi, Otogar'a metro yolculuğu ve dönüş, İşkender Kebab Mimar Mehmet Ağa Cadessi

Следващо приключение - призиви за молитва в 5 ч. Сутринта, закуска на "покрива", разходка с лодка до Хайдарпаша в Азия, каране на трамвай Мода, първият Лахмакун в Азия, опитът на Капалъ чарши, пътуване с метро до Отогар и обратно, Ишкендер Кебаб на Мимар Мехмет Ага Кадеси

Următoarea aventură - Apeluri la rugăciune la ora 5 dimineața, mic dejun pe "acoperiș", plimbare cu barca la Haydarpasa în Asia, plimbare cu tramvaiul Moda, primul Lahmacun din Asia, Grand Bazaar Experience, plimbare cu metroul până la Otogar și înapoi, Ișkender Kebab pe Mimar Mehmet Aga Cadessi

Следећа авантура - позиви на молитву у 5 сати, доручак на „крову“, вожња бродом до Хајдарпаше у Азији, вожња трамвајем Мода, први Лахмацун у Азији, Гранд Базаар Екпериенце, вожња метроом до Отогара и назад, Искендер Кебаб на Мимар Мехмет Ага Цадесси

Következő kaland - Hívás imára reggel 5 órakor, reggeli a "tetőn", hajóút az ázsiai Haydarpasába, a Moda villamos, az első ázsiai Lahmacun, a Grand Bazaar Experience, metrózás Otogarig és vissza, Işkender Kebab tovább a Mimar Mehmet Aga Cadessi

CZ Další dobrodružství - výzvy k modlitbě v 5 hodin ráno, snídaně na „střeše“, jízda lodí do asijské Haydarpasy, jízda tramvají Moda, první asijský Lahmacun, zážitek Grand Bazaar, jízda metrem do Otogaru a zpět, Işkender Kebab dále Mimar Mehmet Aga Cadessi

Nächstes Abenteuer - Aufruf zum Gebet um 5 Uhr morgens, Frühstück auf dem "Dach", Bootsfahrt nach Haydarpasa in Asien, Fahrt mit der Moda-Straßenbahn, erste Lahmacun in Asien, Grand Bazaar Experience, U-Bahnfahrt nach Otogar und zurück, Işkender Kebab weiter der Mimar Mehmet Aga Cadessi

#Türk Hava Yollari Türkiye Cumhuriyet Turkey Istanbul Atatürk Sultanahmet Blue Mosque Eminönü Golden Horn JFK Airport transfer #Türk Hava Yollari #Türkiye #Cumhuriyet #Turkey #Istanbul #Atatürk #Sultanahment #Blue Mosque #Eminönü #Golden Horn #JFK #transfer #airline #tram #Tünel #Bosphoros

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4yourfitness · 4 years ago

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7 Tipps für mehr Motivation und Sicherheit beim Laufen im Dunkeln

Laufen im Dunkeln ist nichts für dich?

Das muss nicht so bleiben.

In diesem Artikel verrate ich dir, wie du auch im Herbst und Winter am Lauftraining dranbleiben kannst.

Zusätzlich bekommst du nützliche Equipment Tipps.

Beides wird dir beim Dranbleiben helfen!

Laufen im Dunkeln – ein Muss für Dranbleiber

Du merkst es sicher selbst bei einem Blick hinaus.

Die Tage werden immer kürzer und die Zeitumstellung auf Winterzeit hat uns jetzt noch einmal eine Stunde Tageslicht “gestohlen”.

Wer unter der Woche normale Arbeitszeiten hat, kommt daher kaum noch zu einem Lauf bei Tageslicht.

Jetzt kannst du zwar vielleicht teilweise auf das Wochenende ausweichen, aber dann wirst du schneller als du Zeitumstellung sagen kannst zum reinen Wochenendsportler. Das wäre schade, wenn du bisher regelmäßig deine 3-4 wöchentlichen Einheiten abgespult hast.

Und auch wenn du erst am Anfang stehst: Du brauchst die Flexibilität, dass du auch unter der Woche etwas Sportliches für dich tun kannst.

Damit dir das in Zukunft – vor allem was das Laufen im Dunkeln betrifft – leichter fällt, habe ich dir hier wertvolle Tipps gesammelt.

#1 Licht

Licht hilft nicht nur dir dabei, deinen Weg beim Laufen im Dunkeln zu finden.

Sondern es hilft natürlich auch anderen Verkehrsteilnehmern dabei, dich besser sehen zu können.

Du könntest zwar einfach mit deinem Smartphone und angeschaltetem Licht in der Hand laufen gehen, aber das wäre nicht wirklich bequem.

Ich selbst laufe am liebsten mit einer Stirnlampe.

Alternativ gibt es mittlerweile auch Lampen, die du als Art Brustgurt anlegen kannst und die du so vor deinem Körper trägst.

Der Vorteil der Stirnlampe: Du kannst einfacher dorthin leuchten, wo du etwas sehen möchtest, indem du deinen Kopf bewegst.

Der Vorteil der Brustlampe: Die Lampe wackelt weniger und fühlt sich oft weniger störend beim Laufen im Dunkeln an.

Entscheiden musst du also selbst, was dir wichtiger ist.

Ich gebe dir hier gerne Tipps ab, welche Produkte ich dir empfehlen kann. Wenn ich mir eine neue Stirnlampe zulegen müsste, würde meine Wahl auf die Petzl Tikka fallen. Mit einer satten 5-Sterne Bewertung auf Amazon, 3 Lichtmodi und auch einem eingebautem Rotlicht und sehr langer Leuchtdauer ist sie top. Auch der Halt am Kopf soll sehr gut sein.

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Ich habe die Erfahrung gemacht, dass die Stirnlampe vor allem dann super hält, wenn ich eine Haube oder ein Stirnband auf habe. Und das ist ja im Dunkeln – weil wenn die Nächte länger werden, wird es ja auch kälter – meist der Fall.

Ich verwende die Stirnlampe mittlerweile übrigens auch, wenn ich durch die Stadt laufe, weil ich auch dort dann sichtbarer bin. Vor allem super finde ich sie aber, wenn ich im freien Gelände im Dunkeln unterwegs bin, dort macht sie erst richtig Sinn.

Waldläufe hebe ich mir allerdings lieber für die helle Tageszeit auf. 😉

#2 Reflektoren

Eine Stirnlampe beim Laufen im Dunkeln zu verwenden ist gut.

Noch besser ist es, wenn du auch auf Reflektoren setzt. Denn die machen dich auch von hinten und von der Seite gut sichtbar.

Die meisten Reflektoren sind aber leider unpraktisch oder einfach nur hässlich.

Denke doch einfach einmal an die klassische Warnweste, die du aus dem Auto kennst. Meistens ist sie viel zu groß und flattert teilnahmslos an dir herum, besonders wenn du damit Laufen im Dunkeln möchtest.

Ich habe mich daher letzten Winter auf die Suche nach Alternativen gemacht und bin fündig geworden.

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Mit diesen anpassbaren Ganzkörper-Reflektoren kannst du deine lässige Laufkleidung weiterhin anlassen und musst dir dein Outfit nicht mit einer XXL Warnweste zerstören.

Egal ob von vorne, hinten oder auch seitlich – du bist dadurch für andere Verkehrsteilnehmer immer sehr gut sichtbar.

Ich laufe mittlerweile nicht mehr ohne diese Reflektoren!

#3 Streckenwahl

Ein weiterer wichtiger Faktor für sicheres Laufen im Dunkeln ist die Streckenwahl.

Manche Strecken eignen sich besser, andere weniger.

Das kommt aber auch stark auf dich an.

Ich liebe es zum Beispiel auf übersichtlichen Feldwegen oder Radwegen zu laufen, am Liebsten aber richtig im Dunkeln, damit mir meine Stirnlampe schön den Weg leuchten kann.

Wie schon oben erwähnt finde ich Waldläufe bei Nacht schon etwas zu gruselig, muss ich nicht haben – außerdem sind ja auch viele Tiere nachtaktiv und die wollen sicher ihre Ruhe haben.

Laufen im Dunkeln – Ja, mit der richtigen Ausrüstung auf jeden Fall.

Auch ganz gerne habe ich Läufe durch die Stadt, vor allem im Herbst und Winter, wenn die Straßen relativ leer sind.

Aber natürlich hat beides auch andere Sicherheitsaspekte, die es für dich zu bedenken gilt.

Tipp: Probiere bei Nacht nur Strecken aus, die du auch schon bei Tageslicht gelaufen bist. Das hat den großen Vorteil, dass du das Terrain schon kennst und dadurch auch nicht so leicht von Stolperfallen überrascht wirst.

Augen auf bei der Streckenwahl bleibt da nur noch zu sagen!

#4 Laufpartner

Mit der beste Tipp um Laufen im Dunkeln für dich angenehmer und sicherer zu gestalten ist ein Laufpartner.

Zusatznutzen: Wenn du einen vereinbarten Termin hast, sagt es sich auch schwerer ab. Das gibt einen ordentlichen Motivationsboost, den du über den langen Winter sicher gut gebrauchen kannst.

Auch eventuell bei dir vorhandene Angst, vorm Laufen im Dunkeln, wird durch einen Laufpartner schnell ausgebremst.

Wichtig: Idealerweise findest du einen Laufpartner, der vom Fitnesslevel her gut zu dir passt. Vor allem im Winter wäre es schlecht für dich oder deinen Laufpartner immer im roten Bereich zu laufen.

In der kalten Jahreszeit sollte vor allem Grundlagentraining mit eher niedrigem Puls an der Tagesordnung stehen. Das hilft dir auch dabei, Infekte gar nicht erst aufkommen zu lassen und stärkt dein Immunsystem.

#5 Apps

Nimm zur Sicherheit auf jeden Fall dein Smartphone mit auf deinen Lauf.

Solltest du einmal blöd umknicken oder dich sonst irgendwie verletzten, ist es wirklich Goldes wert.

Um mein Smartphone auch bei Läufen zu transportieren verwende ich am Liebsten ein Armband, das ich an meinem Oberarm befestige. Mein aktuelles von VUP ist bei Amazon nicht mehr lieferbar. Hier ein vergleichbares Armband von Bone Collection*.

Das Smartphone ist nun die eine Sache, aber welche Apps sind sinnvoll, wenn es um das Thema Laufen im Dunkeln geht.

Da wäre zunächst einmal Strava. Die Standard Tracking App meiner Wahl. Ich tracke damit meine Radtouren und Läufe und mir gefällt die Segment-Funktion mit der ich mich mit anderen messen kann. In der kostenpflichtigen Variante bietet Strava auch einige Security-Features, wie zum Beispiel, dass du einen Standort an eine andere Nummer per SMS senden kannst. Diese Person kann dann über einen Link deinen aktuellen Standort einsehen.

Wenn du mit Tracking nicht so viel am Hut hast, reicht auch die in Whats App eingebaute “Standort freigeben” Funktion. Hier eine Anleitung, wie du diese Funktion nutzen kannst, um beim Start deines Laufes den Standort für eine gewisse Zeit zu teilen.

Ein Geheimtipp für Läufe im Dunkeln ist die App Zombies, Run! Ich habe diese App schon vor einigen Jahren kennen und lieben gelernt. Wenn du also Motivation brauchst um auch in der kalten Jahreszeit ordentlich Laufkilometer zu sammeln, solltest du sie dir unbedingt auf dein Smartphone laden und ausprobieren.

Worum es in der App geht?

Du bist einer der wenigen Überlebenden der Zombie Apokalypse und als “Runner” zuständig dafür, Items für die Basis zu besorgen. Das Problem: Wenn du diese Items holst, pirschen sich immer wieder Zombies an dich heran, die du durch schnelles Laufen über einige hundert Meter abhängen musst. Das ganze wird mit einer tollen Geschichte (auf Englisch) garniert.

Vom Laufmuffel auf drei Läufe in der Woche – ohne diese App wäre das nie passiert. Die App motiviert mich auch jetzt noch weiter, die Folgen sind weiter spannend und richtig gut gemacht. Zombies, Run! Nutzerrezension

Auf der Webseite findest du weitere Infos zum Spiel.

Was mir wichtig ist, wenn du mit Kopfhörern läufst: Du brauchst deinen Ohren, um deine Augen im Dunkeln zu unterstützen.

Das heißt: Laufe nie mit voller Lautstärke sondern nur so, dass du auch noch Geräusche aus der Umgebung wahrnehmen kannst.

Das erhöht deine Sicherheit enorm!

#6 Schutzausrüstung

Bevor wir uns dem eigentlichen Schutzthema zuwenden, sollten wir kurz auch über die richtige Kleidung sprechen.

Das Zwiebelprinzip mit atmungsaktiver Kleidung hat sich für mich am besten bewährt: Also ein paar Lagen übereinander anziehen. Als Faustregel gilt: Wenn du das Haus verlässt, darf es dir anfangs etwas kalt sein. Das wird durch das Laufen nämlich schnell ausgeglichen. Gehst du nämlich schon so aus dem Haus, dass es dir auch draußen noch schön warm ist, hast du wahrscheinlich zu viel angezogen und wirst es später beim Lauf noch bereuen.

Aber kommen wir nun wieder zurück zur richtigen Schutzausrüstung …

Nein, ich meine keinen Sturzhelm.

Und ich möchte den Muskelkater auch nicht an die Wand malen.

Leider ist auch beim Laufen im Dunkeln schon einiges passiert. Sicherheit geht daher vor! Mit den Tipps aus dem Artikel steigerst du die Sicherheit und Motivation in der kalten Jahreszeit.

Aber eines ist schon klar: Vor allem als Frau, die Abends im Dunkeln alleine durch finstere Gassen joggt, fühlst du dich sicherer, wenn du ein wenig Equipment zum Schutz mit dabei hast.

Das kann zum Beispiel ein kleiner Pfefferspray sein, der in jede Hosen- oder Jackentasche passt. Oder auch eine Pfeifer, mit der du richtig viel Lärm machen kannst.

Letztendlich ist alles, was dir mehr Sicherheit gibt von Vorteil.

Wenn deine Angst groß ist, suche dir in jedem Fall auch einen Laufpartner – zu weit ist man gleich viel stärker und das Laufen im Dunkeln wird auch dir Spaß machen.

Als letzte Alternative bleibt ja immer noch Tipp 7.

Also falls einmal alle Battleropes reißen sollten. 😉

#7 Ausweichen

Du hast jetzt viele, wirklich gute Tipps bekommen, damit auch du in Zukunft Spaß am Laufen im Dunkeln hast.

Aber vielleicht passt es dann das eine oder andere Mal doch nicht für dich.

Deshalb gebe ich dir noch Tipps mit, wie du dein Lauftraining im Herbst und Winter auch ohne allzu viel Finsternis gestalten kannst:

Morgensportler werden Je nachdem, wann du in die Arbeit musst, oder welche Erledigungen anstehen, schaffst du es vielleicht Morgens noch auf eine kleine, taghelle Laufrunde.

Mittagspause nutzen Wenn du auf der Arbeit eine Duschmöglichkeit und einen verständnisvollen Chef hast, kannst du vielleicht auch die Mittagspause für einen Lauf nutzen bzw. dazu etwas verlängern und am Abend noch Bürozeit anhängen.

Fitnessstudio gehen Natürlich könntest du auch ins Fitnessstudio gehen und dort deine Laufrunden auf einem Laufband drehen. Aber wenn du schon einmal dort bist, mach bitte auch regelmäßiges Krafttraining.

Bodyweight Training machen Mit den richtigen Übungen kannst du mit Eigengewichtstraining in den eigenen vier Wänden nicht nur Krafttraining, sondern auch ein ordentliches Ausdauertraining – sozusagen als temporären Laufersatz – durchführen.

Home Gym ausrüsten Wenn du genug Platz und Geld hast, kommt vielleicht auch die Anschaffung eines eigenen Laufbandes für die eigenen vier Wände in Frage.

Wie auch immer du dich entscheidest: Wenn du 2 mal die Woche Krafttraining und 2 mal die Woche Ausdauertraining – zum Beispiel durch Laufen – in deinen Alltag integrierst, wirst du schneller als du Laufen im Dunkeln sagen kannst auf dem besten Weg sein, richtig fit für immer zu werden!

Fazit und Zusammenfassung

Du hast in diesem Artikel alles zum Thema Laufen im Dunkeln gelernt, was es zu wissen gibt.

Jetzt steht einer erfolgreichen Laufsaison für dich auch im Herbst und Winter nichts mehr entgegen.

Hier noch einmal die Tipps fürs Laufen im Dunkeln kurz zusammengefasst:

Laufe mit Stirnlampe

Laufe mit Refklektoren

Wähle deine Strecke mit Bedacht

Suche dir einen Laufpartner

Installiere dir sinnvolle Apps und nimm dein Smartphone auf den Lauf mit

Überlege, ob du Schützausrüstung brauchst und wenn ja, besorge sie dir

Überdenke Alternativen und setze sie dann ein, wenn du sie für nötig hältst

Im Sommer sehe ich immer viele Menschen beim Laufen. Im Winter bin ich einer der wenigen.

Ich würde mich freuen, wenn dich dich auch schon bald mit Stirnlampe und Reflektoren bewaffnet als motivierten “Dunkelläufer” auf Strava, Instagram oder sonstwo sehen kann.

Du brauchst noch mehr Motivation, um endlich loszulegen? Dann lies hier über den inneren Schweinehund nach und hol dir hier jede Menge Zusatzmotivation.

Ich wünsche dir jedenfalls viel Spaß bei deinen Läufen!

Falls noch Fragen offen geblieben sind, stelle sie gerne in den Kommentaren.

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