#You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive

[zombeesknees]

#no show has dialogue like this show had dialogue

JUSTIFIED S03E06 "When the Guns Come Out"

[dandylion-s]

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[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky That's the place where I trace my bloodline And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone

"You'll never leave Harlan alive"

Oh, my grandfather's dad crossed the Cumberland Mountains Where he took a pretty girl to be his bride Said, "Won't you walk with me, out of the mouth of this holler or we'll never leave Harlan alive"

Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin' And the sun goes down about three in the day And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinkin' And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away

No one ever knew there was coal in them mountains Till a man from the northeast arrived Wavin' hundred dollar bills, said, "I'll pay you for your minerals" But he never left Harlan alive

Grandma sold out cheap and they moved out west of Pineville To a farm where Big Richland River winds And I bet they danced them a jig And they laughed and sang a new song "Who said we'd never leave Harlan alive"

But the times they got hard and tobacco wasn't sellin' And old granddad knew what he'd do to survive He went and dug for Harlan coal And sent the money back to grandma But he never left Harlan alive

Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin' And the sun goes down about three in the day And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinkin' And you spend your life diggin' coal from the bottom of your grave

You'll never leave Harlan alive

[lyricsaspoetry]

[i-love-books-because-reasons]

You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive

[dijidweeeb]

Motivational Music in the Morning ... #DarrellScott, #YoullNeverLeaveHarlanAlive ... #AlohaFromNashville [Official Audio Track] (2015) #MMitM1

[crivalsduo]

currently imagining my dsmp sona living with c!dnb and making tea and going for walks and going to sleep safe in the cabin because otherwise i might lose it.

[theawkwardterrier]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks to @walkinginland and @flyinghome-againstthewind for the tags last week! I've been making some progress lately, so here's a longer excerpt than usual.

In some ways, it is easier to keep her head down, not only because it keeps her from being overwhelmed by the amount of work ahead of her, but because if she spent too much time considering all of those here that she cannot help, she might not be able to continue trying to help the others. The most maddening thing is that so much of the care that they need is so terribly simple: more and better food, air which is fresh and uncontaminated by the drift of coal and dust which covers so much here, water which is safe and drinkable. That is the hardest thing, breaking the news over and over that too many of these people will not get better -- cannot get better -- in this place as it is now, knowing that for nearly everyone there is no option to go elsewhere. These people were recruited to come here from other countries, preyed upon by Jack Randall, and brought somewhere which did not offer them the life they deserved but instead trapped them in a place where they might not speak the language, where their bodies and spirits could not thrive but where they had to remain to work off their ever-growing debts regardless. Dwelling on that for too long makes Claire have to clench back a scream, especially knowing that she will have to return to the house where Randall lives tonight and for so many nights in the future. So she does what she can instead: bandages a wound, pulls an abscessed tooth, offers the volumes and pamphlets from her stock to those who have the energy and interest to want something to read. She doesn't truly recognize her own exhaustion until a hand comes down on her shoulder and a familiar voice says in her ear, "This might no' be served on fine china, but it's hot and it'll keep ye going while you travel home. 'Specially because, unless I miss my guess, ye havena exactly been focused on keepin' yerself fed today."  Claire accepts the bowl that he holds out to her, almost blurting that she hadn’t thought he’d be back until it was dark before she realizes that it is already dark outside indeed. Mrs. FitzGibbons -- Mrs. Fitz; she had told Claire around noon that everyone referred to her that way -- must have lit the lamps while she was absorbed in her work. Even with the late hour, she sits down and savors the warm stew instead of racing to finish. Frank has honestly seemed relieved by her late and changeable hours, taking advantage of the new schedule to work later himself. Even if he has made it back earlier tonight, he can manage without her well enough and she knows that it will only be harder to share a meal with Randall and pretend courtesy after seeing the conditions here. "How can you stand it?" she asks quietly, then, as if the emotions are fully hitting her after hours of packing them away so she could keep her focus: "How can you fucking stand it, Jamie? A whole town, generations of families, who he's killed slowly through neglect that he pretends is protection -- and that's if he's not endangering them outright!" She doesn't realize that her hands have pressed so tightly against the bowl until Jamie gently loosens her grip. At the feeling of his fingers smoothing away the tension in hers, she takes in a deep breath -- more startled than relaxed at first, but her breathing soon falls into rhythm of his and of his careful movement. He stops just after, setting down her hand and standing.

Tagging my eternal meme bud @lavellenchanted! I'm not sure who else might be writing something, but if you are and want to share, consider yourself tagged too 😊😊😊

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: March 27

"Long Time Gone" by The Chicks

[the-bar-sinister]

youtube playlist

Track List:

The Highwaymen - Highwayman L'arena - Ennio Morricone You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive - Brad Paisley Dead of Night - Orville Peck Paint It, Black - Ramin Djawadi Good Cop, Bad Cop - Prom Queen Ain't No Rest For the Wicked - Cage the Elephant Heart of Gold - Neil Young God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash Take Me Home, Country Roads - John Denver (Ghost) Riders In The Sky - Johnny Cash Here's to you, Nicola and Bart - Joan Baez I Won't Back Down - Johnny Cash Carry On My Wayward Son Lyrics - Kansas Where Have All The Cowboys Gone? - Paula Cole House of the Rising Sun (Instrumental) Gin & Ale Copperline - James Taylor Space Lion - the Seatbelts Whiskey River - Willie Nelson The Devil Went Down to Georgia- Charlie Daniels I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow - The Soggy Bottom Boys

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

OK you have piqued my curiosity. What is Malevolent?

oh i'm so glad you asked :D

malevolent is a horror podcast based on lovecraftian mythos by harlan guthrie, who not only writes, edits, soundscapes, and composes the entire thing, he also voices every single character, by some force of alchemy i don't claim to understand.

the show is about arthur lester, a 1930s private investigator who is english but lives in arkham, massachusetts. he is simultaneously the saddest, wettest cat you'll ever meet, the most terrifying badass with a thirst for violence, the hugest cunt, and the kindest soul who refuses to give up on hope no matter what.

it opens with arthur (temporarily) unable to remember who or where he is. he's completely blind. a voice speaks to him, gentle but totally inhuman. the voice is inside his head, and tells arthur that his eyes belong to it now. there's a dead body at arthur's feet.

there's only so much i can explain without big spoilers, but basically, a book was sent to arthur's office, and when arthur opened this book, an entity from another world was released into him, where it took control of his sight. the entity can't leave of its own volition, and in fact isn't sure who or what it is either. they have no choice but to work together to figure out who sent the book and why, if they ever hope to be able to separate again.

things, of course, aren't that simple. arthur is now wanted for murder, and as arthur starts chasing leads, otherwordly things start chasing him back, including a powerful elder god known as the king in yellow.

arthur spends a month in a coma after being stabbed; when he wakes up, the entity - who has been awake and alone the entire time - tells him that the kind nurse who spoke to them every day called them 'john doe' and the entity... rather liked the sound of it. he asks to be called john.

arthur and john are both incredibly stubborn assholes who fight and bicker more often than not, who both tend to lash out and hurt each other when they're angry or afraid, but as they're forced to cooperate, as john learns about humanity through both arthur's eyes and arthur's extensions of kindness, they grow to care for each other. they grow to trust each other, even after they've betrayed each other.

they grow to love each other. it's explicitly not romantic and never will be, by harlan's statements, but it's also explicitly love. (i will die on the aromantic arthur hill.) they grow to become one whole, fucked up, multiply-divorced, utterly devoted symbiotic being, no longer desperate to separate but to keep each other. they are the dearest, most codependent, most bitchy, most beloved of friends.

truly terrible things happen along the way; the podcast definitely is not for the squeamish. arthur is more scar tissue than not by now, and really should NOT still be alive after how many times he's been punctured. it's genuinely quite scary at times, and genuinely heartbreaking in others.

but i think its key message is that no matter what we've been through, we must cling to hope with bloody fingers, and we must keep going, even if all we can do is crawl. no matter what we've been before, we decide who we're going to be today, and no one gets to tell us otherwise. love and self-determination is what will save us.

and just from a technical standpoint, i think the podcast is brilliant. because arthur is blind, john has to narrate what they are seeing and doing, which also allows us, the audience, to 'see' what's happening, and lets us feel like we're in arthur's shoes. when john gasps in horror at what he's seeing, we feel the same dread as arthur, because we don't know what's happening until john describes it to us. harlan's voice acting is truly astounding, both in the emotion he can convey and in just how many dozens of voices and accents he's able to pull off, often without listeners ever realizing it's all the same person.

another fun element is that because harlan is a big ttrpg guy, he allows patreons to actually vote on arthur's choices in the podcast, and he adapts the story to follow those decisions. (in some early episodes, this was represented by a rolling dice sound effect.) he does have a story planned, and set to end in season 6 (we're currently in season 5), but i think that level of audience participation is pretty cool.

so yeah, that's the thing i've been obsessed with for months! if you can't handle scary or gross situations then it probably isn't for you, but otherwise i very highly recommend it. 🫶

edit: i forgot that there's a trailer!

[buryyourrevolutionaries]

trying to explain justified is so hard. like, season one is literally perfect television the whole way through but like it also takes a few random episodes (like that one where connor roy is a criminal dentist) before the amazing story kicks in . season two is ACTUALLY perfect television and i would argue its low-key on the same quality level of a season of breaking bad but it also changes the entire course of two major characters arcs in an insane way. season three is straight up fucking insane and has the most batshit crazy villain ever but its finale is so anti-climactic (and doesn't play "you'll never leave harlan alive" for some reason) season four is lowkey bad in the beginning and the protagonist is in peak womanizing corrupt cop mode with no consequences for any of his actions but the antagonist is simultaneously going through the most devastating earth-shattering arc ever and it ends so tragically and wonderfully and it's now the best season of justified somehow. and season five exists!!! and season six is so freaking tense and good but you just want these two men to kiss instead of making their fucked up relationship everyone else's goddamn problem, please go home and spend a single minute with your newborn daughter, please give up on stealing millions of dollars from a pizza place when EVERYONE knows that is your plan and you are being hunted down by every law enforcement agent ever. every female character serves incredible cunt and the protagonist fumbles every single one of them. every male character is queercoded to some degree. all of the side characters are funny weirdos with insane amounts of trauma. justified is the best show ever and severely underrated. also at one point the protagonist almost dies half paralyzed in a bathtub because he decides to visit the house of a woman he knew was part of an organ stealing operation and flirt with her for some fucking reason.

[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

Patty Loveless & Chris Stapleton - You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive (CMA Awards 2022)

[flying-jukebox-01]

Justified - You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive🎶

Great show!

[radiojamming]

There are people in this world who will get to experience 'You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive' for the first time and I am incandescent with jealousy for them.

[dalek-ix-writes-stuff]

Red Ruin - PREMONITION 01

Years ago

Qrow Branwen took a sip from his flask. He glanced at the small girl seated next to him on some fallen log and felt deeply sorry for her; Yang had the everything of someone in desperate need of a sip herself, but Qrow wasn't about to offer.

"You've gone all quiet, Firecracker," he drawled. The blonde said nothing. It wasn't like Yang to be quiet, and that worried Qrow more than he was going to admit. Hell, she was as quiet as…

Qrow looked in front of him.

Ruby stared back. It was a blank, emotionless stare that seemed focused on something somewhere inside your skull, and the deep, deep dark circles around those silver eyes only emphasized it.

Ruby stared at him some more, and then went back to staring at Yang. The younger of Qrow's nieces looked bizarrely unperturbed by what had nearly happened. Sure, both of them looked like hell, but Ruby always looked like hell to some extent, depending on when she last slept. If anything, she looked a little better- at least she wasn't flinching or crying out at things only she could see. Or whispering.

Qrow had only seen Ruby this calm when Summer had been alive.

Yang, on the other hand… She'd blurted out everything to Qrow after he'd killed the Beowolves, and then fallen into a silence that he didn't like one bit.

"Yang…"

"Where is she?" Yang asked. Qrow didn't need to guess who "she" was.

"No idea, Firecracker," he admitted, "she talks to me, sometimes. Messages. Nothing to trace her by."

A long, long silence.

"… Does she ask about us?"

"No."

"… Could she come back?"

"She could, maybe." A sigh. "She won't. And trust me, I've tried to get her back enough times to know."

Small hands gripped the edge of her blouse, and Yang lowered her head. A small part of Qrow wanted to slap some sense into Taiyang. The rest of him understood that the man had quite a few reasons to have taken Summer's death (and it had to be death; nothing else would've kept her away) as hard as he had, and that he was hardly a comforting sort of presence.

Ruby tilted her head, one way and then the other. She kept staring at Yang. The red cloak that Summer had gifted her shrouded her and pooled onto the floor. Qrow saw Yang look up at her sister, and then Ruby was suddenly half a meter further from them than she had been.

Yang winced. "Sorry," she whispered.

Ruby said nothing. Did nothing. Just stared and stared.

Then,

"Sorry?"

The word had been like an apparition, coming from absolutely nowhere and then leaving so quickly you were almost sure you'd imagined it. Qrow couldn't even quite remember having heard it; it was just… there. Soft and harsh and a bit too much like the whispers that followed his niece around for Qrow's piece of mind.

"I'm sorry," Yang said, a little louder, "I shouldn't have come here. It's just…" A hiccup. "I promised mom I'd take care of you, but it's just so… So…"

Yang fell silent.

"… My fault."

"It's not," Qrow snapped, "Don't ever think that. You didn't ask for any of this."

" Is."

And boy did Ruby have a glare on her. Positively milk-curdling material. Qrow was almost impressed.

"Isn't," he drawled.

"My fault."

Qrow snorted. "Kid, if you go around claiming everything bad that ever happens as something you're responsible for, you'll never stop trying to make up for it." A sip from his flask. "You'll always be running yourself ragged and feeling miserable. And that ain't any way to live. This was Yang's fu- mistake, " he hastily corrected himself again; being around Harlan was contagious in all the worst ways, "and kids like you two make 'em all the time —heck, this isn't even half as stupid as some of the things I got up to when I was your age."

Yang sniffled.

Ruby didn't move. Which is why Yang was so startled when she glanced up and saw her little sister suddenly in arm's reach.

"… Promise."

Yang blinked. "Wha-?"

"Promise you won't burn."

That phrase made no sense to Qrow, and it was about the most words Ruby had ever said in one go with him to hear. But Yang seemed to understand; she sat straight up and looked at Ruby in the eye.

"I promise."

Again, Ruby didn't move. Not immediately. She shuffled closer to Yang, bit by bit. Stopping often. Retreating once. Advancing again. Qrow watched the whole thing in fascination. Yang was being about as patient as Yang could be. Sometimes she looked about to urge Ruby to move faster, but bit her lip and visibly forced herself to settle down.

Ever so slowly, Ruby made it to the log, and crawled onto it, red cloak bunched up around herself. She trembled once and, with a cry, threw herself at Yang. Yang froze. Wordlessly, she put her arms around her little sister and pulled her tight. Ruby squrimed, but then, almost immediately, went still.

"… Warm."

"… Huh," Qrow said, "I thought she hates being touched."

"S-she does." Yang sounded and looked as shocked as Qrow felt, "she doesn't even let me get close…"

"She thinks I'm gonna burn her."