#aussie psych

[coffeejoshy]

[spilladabalia]

The Morloch - Time Machine

[digitalcreationsllc]

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard to headline Wide Awake 2024 | Juno Daily

Aussie psyche heroes head to Brockwell Park King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard have been announced as headliners of next year’s Wide Awake festival. The Australian psyche band are the first act confirmed for the festival, held in Brockwell Park, Brixton, South London, on May 25. The announcement comes fresh from the scheduling of their 25th studio album, The Silver Cord, set for release at the and…

[jyunism]

[ricciardo133]

July 2018

maxiel, Daniel genderswap, pining, drunken hook-up alluded to

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Max wakes up slowly, feeling a girl cling to his side in the hotel bed. He can't remember Daniel and him inviting girls over to their shared room to unwind after Silverstone, but they did drink an inadvisable amount. Daniel had drank some noxiously sweet wine that some fan had gifted him. Idiotic, Max had thought. Max stuck to gin, a drink that normally doesn't leave him feeling this discombobulated. He feels wrecked, sore, and achy. He doesn't even feel ready to open his eyes.

The woman beside him stretches and sighs. "Rough night, eh, Maxy?" she says in a familiar Australian lit.

They both freeze.

Max sits up, slapping around the hotel lamp until he finds the switch. He stares wide-eyed at the woman lying beside him, her mass of dark curls against tan skin. Her wide, familiar eyes with that distinctive nose set between. Her hands are flung over her mouth, but Max can still see the right tattoos in the right places, only against different curves.

He glances down at perky, bare tits and soft, wide hips, and then back up in embarrassed shock.

"Daniel?"

"Yeah."

"You're a girl."

"So I've noticed."

Max gets up, starkly aware of his own nudity. He fumbles in the morning light for clothes, glancing at his reflection in the mirror as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants.

He's still quite himself, but the hickeys are new. He didn't know his face could feel this hot. He mentally feels memories from last night brush against his psyche in frustratingly fleeting snippets. Biting down on soft thighs. Warmth and tightness. Hard nipples in his mouth. God, he thinks, we finally did it and I can't fucking remember shit.

He looks back, seeing Daniel is gone. He panics and hustles to the bathroom where not-Daniel-but-still-Daniel stands and assess his body.

"Wow, kinda thought girl-me would have a bigger rack."

"You're taking this well."

"Well, obviously, we're dreaming."

"Hm."

Daniel twists in his spot, watching his reflection as he gives his ass a smack. Max is immediately hard.

"Daniel."

"Max," he echoes with faux shock. "Relax, this is, like, a seriously vivid dream. A horny one at that. I think we boned last night."

Max can't utter a word. He just watches as Daniel feels up his own body, smaller hands drifting over smooth skin. His nails skate along his thigh's tattoos, upwards to drift along fine hair between his legs. Max squirms and feels anything but asleep.

"So real," Daniel whispers.

"Can you maybe put something on?" Max begs. Daniel cocks an eyebrow and smirks. Max feels unnerved seeing his expressions in a feminine font. Daniel's refreshing confidence always made Max feel... too much. Like if he wasn't careful, he could spill over with it all. Watching Daniel now fondle his chest, pressing the small mounds together as he assessed himself in the mirror, Max felt ready to burst.

And they fucked. He turns and heads out to the hotel room.

Life is cruel and this dream sucks and he wishes he could remember.

"Hey, Max, hey," Daniel soothes, coming up behind him and blessedly covered in a hotel towel. "I seriously think this can't be real. Just like...what's that DiCaprio film?"

"Huh? Inception?"

"Yeah, that one. Just a really, really good...weird dream."

"Okay, then hit me." Max walks up to Daniel. He's not used to being this much taller. He feels dizzy again with need, wanting nothing more than to pin the older Aussie down on the bed. To hike his soft yet strong legs over his shoulders. Maybe it'd be fine if they did it again, since it maybe is an impossible dream and Daniel's not a boy right now. Not that it mattered normally. Max didn't care, he just wanted to feel him all over again.

"What?" Daniel smiles, eyebrows knit in confusion.

"In dreams, that's how you wake up. Like, a kick to jolt you awake, right?"

"Oh, right. Yeah, we should wake up."

Max leans closer and turns his cheek.

"I'm not smacking you, Max. Here," Daniel takes Max's hand in his. All Max wants was to knit their fingers together, to feel the way his palm is finally bigger than Daniel's. "We'll do it to ourselves, okay?"

Daniel places Max's hand against his own cheek. He watches the gorgeous woman in front of him mirrors him, hand raised gently, fingertips against the curls that fall so, so long down to the middle of Daniel's back. He'd look so good with hair like that even as a boy. Max thinks to tell him this and stops himself.

"On three, yeah?"

"Okay."

Daniel counts down, in that singsong voice that's his but not his pitch. Max tries to commit it to memory as he gives himself a just-too-painful slap.

And nothing changes. The only thing that changes is now Daniel panics.

"Holy fucking shit, Max."

"Daniel-"

"This is real."

"We'll fix this," Max tries as Daniel starts tearing apart the hotel room. Max glances at the clock on the nightstand while Daniel goes on a heated search for something. "We don't have to leave for the flight for two hours."

Christ. He pictures telling their team anything. Daniel can still race, of course, Max thinks. He'll just need a new suit that fits better. And some adjustments to the car's seat fit. And a good PR statement that, yes, something impossible happened overnight but no worries we'll be set for Hockenheim so don't worry about how this happened.

"This!" Daniel says, leaping up to Max and putting a small card in his hand. "This is why! Read it. It came with the wine that hot girl gave me."

Max rolls his eyes and reads it. He narrows his gaze. "A change, temporary, good for two? What's that mean?"

"Beats me, but read it again. Temporary." He sighs, letting his head knock back. Max stares at the line of hickeys down Daniel's thinner neck, too faint. "I do kinda miss my dick."

"How does it feel?" Max asks despite himself. "To be a girl?"

"Good, I guess." Does Daniel press his thighs together reflexively, Max wonders. He feels pent up and horny again. "Like, I don't mind it, but it'll be hell to buy a whole new wardrobe," he attempts to joke through shaky laughs.

"Maybe that note meant 'two' like in two times," Max says, voice quiet.

All he can hear for a moment is the whirl of the hotel aircon. He watches Daniel's feminine frame, his big eyes and wet lips.

"Can you remember any of it?" Daniel asks, voice barely registering above the whirl.

"Not much."

"And it kinda doesn't count, right? Because I'm not really me right now, so its okay? And you don't mind?"

It can count, Max wants to beg. It can. It can be okay after, too. It can be okay all the time.

"I don't mind. You're hot as a girl." The last three words feel too final. Daniel's shoulders fall as he nods.

"Yeah, a stunner, huh? So, well, we'll take her for one last ride."

Finally, Daniel walks up and pushes Max onto the hotel bed. Max's mind reels as Daniel lets the towel drop. Two breasts in Max's face as he feels thighs straddle his waist. His hands fly up to trace eager lines up Daniel's spine and rake gentle tracks back down with his nails. They both shudder.

"Last time, right?" Daniel says between kisses down Max's neck. Max feels his eyes water. It doesn't have to be. But he doesn't say anything. He flips Daniel over on the bed, body tenting over the smaller frame. And this time, he focuses. He wants to make Daniel feel good. He wants to come inside. He wants to etch every moment deep in his mind, so he'll remember every gasp, every touch, every sigh.

[mikolovesracing]

silverstone’s a bitch

((::or in which lando knows that oscar is hurting after the british grand prix::))

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lando couldn’t lie, he was internally pretty psyched about being p3 in his home race, disappointed yes with the taste of victory burning at the back of his throat and disappating warily as he heard he was p3. he swallowed his pride and parked his mclaren next to hamilton’s mercedes and climbed out of the race car, immediately discarding his helmet and getting a breath of mostly fresh air mixed with burnt rubber and fuel. He looked around to collect himself and smiled at his mum who had come down from the stands and enveloped her son in a hug.

“wonderful job love, absolutely wonderful, you gave it all you had.” she whispered, lando sighed, pushing down the thoughts he actually wanted to say in that moment and smiled.

“thanks mum, i’m so sorry but i’m about to be pulled in six different directions, i love you, i’ll see you later.” he said having a kiss pressed to hid temple before grabbing the waterbottle off the pedestal and taking a long gulp, he could hear his team cheering and the obnoxious british crowd chanting lewis’ name like he hung the moon and part of him was incredibly distraught, to place third at his home race was eating at him from the inside and he held up a somewhat fake smile to the audience growing around him.

p3 isn’t bad lando, look on the bright side

lando noticed other drivers beginning to park their cars about the finish line and shook hands with several of them before getting a flash of black and papaya in the corner of his eye. he turned and saw oscar, still in his car, hands on the wheel, focused and unmoving, it looked more like a weird statue of oscar, any personality that shined through his helmet and firesuit was gone and lando immediately felt a pit of worry grow in his stomach. he jogged over to the other mclaren and tapped on the halo, then on his helmet when he didn’t respond. oscar’s body jolted and looked up at a smiling lando, putting a thumbs up and disconnecting his steering wheel, handing it to lando and beginning to get out of his car with a hand from the older mclaren driver.

oscar hopped down from the car and into lando’s arms which had a gentle but firm grip around his body that cleared away some of his frustrations that he felt about the race they just had, he wanted to lay down and have the fattest slice of pizza he could find. lando helped him pull off his helmet and balaclava and tossed them into his racecar, walking with the aussie to a cooldown space where there were strictly no cameras. lando pressed a kiss to his lovers cheek.

“excellent job love, p4 at silverstone isn’t bad at all! impressive actually.” lando remarked, kissing him again, but oscar looked empty, more than the normal post-race drain that lando was used to seeing and feeling himself, something in oscar just seemed wrong, “are you okay?”

oscar huffed and threw himself down on the sofa, pulling up his legs and putting his head down. lando could hear him silently crying to himself, deciding what the best option to do for oscar was in the next five minutes he had of freedom before he’d be forced to a media session. he sat down and placed a hand on oscar’s back, the other on his knee and rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb. he pressed a kiss on oscar’s head and gently lifted his chin, wiping away the stray tears that littered his face.

“oscar, what’s wrong?” lando said gently. oscar chuckled a dry laugh and looked lando in his eyes, his stupid green eyes that made everything feel slightly more okay.

“do you think i’m a good driver?” oscar replied, his voice barely above a whisper. lando looked shocked and nodded furiously before taking both oscar’s hands, somewhat forcing him to look at him harder than what he already was. his heart hurt looking at oscar’s tear stained face and the driver of the 81 looked massively defeated, even for a p4.

“what? of course i think you’re a good driver! you have every potential lined up to win, hell you’ve scored points in almost every race this season, we’re definitely giving mercedes and ferrari a run for their money, you’re threatening on the track why would you think such a thing?” lando rambled, holding oscar closer.

“the team. zak. they prioritise you over me like i don’t exist, like i lack the potential that they want. it’s obvious you’re the better driver but sometimes, i dunno, i don’t feel like i even compare. i keep wondering to myself why am i here? why do they still keep me?”

“oscar, you give ME a run for my money, fucks sake babe, sometimes i feel like i have to fight you for podium, you’re an incredible driver love, i believe that whole heartedly. mclaren renewed your contract, you’re safe amore, you’re safe.”

“i’m not safe! no one in this sport is ever safe, look at checo, he’s low key fucked right now and they can replace me with pato at any minute if they wanted, guy’s incredible.”

“oscar, the chances of them putting pato in is slim to none, besides, he’s too focused on indycar right now. either way the point is they do like you and they value you. it’s why they renewed your contract, it’s why you’re here. you don’t become an f1 driver overnight, it’s a work in progress and if zak has kept you for this long, he sees something incredibly special in you,” lando kissed oscar on the cheek and held his face in his hand, “same way i see something special in you, osc, you are incredible on and off the track, you have to trust yourself, and honestly? fuck strategy today, they fucked you over and it wasn’t fair, hell you could have passed me, max and lewis at some point and stolen silverstone from him all together.”

“i’m sorry i’m throwing a literal temper tantrum, i’m just upset.” oscar apologized, wiping his own face and snuggling into his boyfriend’s side, taking in the odd mix of cologne and sweat. he realized in that moment that he hadn’t even congratulated lando on a p3 podium job well done and kissed on the older driver’s neck, “well on today, lan, you were incredible.”

“well if it helps you sleep at night, oscar, they fucked me over too, i shouldn’t have gone soft and we boxed at the wrong time, should have gone in far earlier, either of us could have won this fucking race. i swear, next year, i’m coming for blood.”

“silverstone’s a bitch babe, silverstone is a right bitch.”

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im bored and the power went out. also couldnt leave out pato after his FUCKING win this weekend that i got to watch live and in person, fuck yea for my boy pato🧡🖤

[lotus-pear]

HEYYYY LOTUS hows it going bestie :)

OMGGGF KAI IM SRY I DIDNT SEE THIS LAST NIGHT I WAS IN A TRANCE😭😭😭 ANYWAY ITS GOING GREAT BFF i just got back from school ten minutes ago and i have a quiz in ap psych on the rem sleep cycles….wish i could sleep tonight instead of studying abt sleep lmao. anyway how’d everything going over there? any aussie tea for me?

[scotianostra]

January 2nd 2010 saw the sudden death of David R Ross.

David R Ross became known as “the biker historian” after writing a string of highly acclaimed books on Scottish history, notably about William Wallace. For his research, he travelled his native land in full black leathers on his black Kawasaki motorcycle. At 6ft 5in tall, and in the kilt when not in leathers, he was often told he’d have made a far better Wallace in Braveheart than “that wee Aussie”. Nevertheless, Ross respected Mel Gibson’s 1995 movie and believed it “raised the profile of Wallace and pricked the Scottish psyche to a great extent. There had been nothing like this in Scotland since 1978 when we were going to win the World Cup in Argentina with Ally’s Army,” he said. In 2005, the 700th anniversary of Wallace’s judicial murder.

Ross gained domestic and international prominence when he set off on a Walk for Wallace, retracing his hero’s final trip from Robroyston, Glasgow, where he had been betrayed and captured, to Smithfield in London, where he was hanged, drawn and quartered. Along the 450-mile way, “Big Davy” was cheered by Scots and hundreds joined him for the final six-mile hike into London. There, he presided over a symbolic funeral service for Wallace at the St Bartholomew the Great church in Smithfield, close to the spot where he died. Ross’s dream, was to bring the Scottish patriot “home” for a symbolic funeral he had been denied 700 years earlier when his body was cut into pieces to be displayed throughout the land as a warning to other would-be independence fighters. Ross and his supporters carried a coffin they said was carrying Wallace’s spirit, packed with letters, poems and good wishes from Scots.

On their return to Scotland, they held a torchlit parade in Lanark and buried the coffin there, at St Kentigern’s church.

Ross was serving convener of the Society of William Wallace, set up to preserve the memory of the Scottish patriot, which meets in Elderslie, Renfrewshire, where Wallace is thought to have been born.

David R. Ross died on 2 January 2010 in his home in East Kilbride due to a heart attack.

Sadly I never got to meet David as I only started taking an active part in the memorials and such of Scottish Battles since around 2012, but I have heard many people talk about him, and know just like another convener of the Society of William Wallace, Duncan Fenton, who I did know, David was a very well respected man.

You can read David’s own biography on his blog here http://davidrross.scot/biog.htm?fbclid=IwAR2oNwNhYr8jLltv3w6S7R7wSWXaLYWimPTGASE03NG8vi4Sq0r1UZ5Kvi8

[candewlsy]

Describe your friendships with your moots as kpop idol's friendships 🍄

Oh yeah 😻💫 lesgaur

@eeunoia [HoonWon]

Pysche is my escape from reality <3 Whenever I need a break from reality, I turn to Psyche's username on Tumblr. Her fics are nothing short of amazing, and reading them is my favourite thing to do during recess or free time. She's been my inspiration ever since we became friends, and she's my first moot. Our friendship is reminiscent of Sunghoon and Jungwon's bond in Enhypen 😻 and I'm always there to protect her and attack anyone who dares to hurt her. That's why I'm like Sunghoon, hehee. I can't begin to describe how much she means to me, and I still can't believe how happy I was when Psyche followed me back and wanted to be friends. It's been a year already, but I'm still over the moon about it 🥹🥹🤍🤍

@malarign [SooGyu]

I feel incredibly lucky to have Joo in my life. She's not just a friend but a source of comfort for me. Joo and I have a special bond that I truly cherish. Our friendship is unique and beautiful in its own way. While she may see us Jakewon as a great match, I think that Soobin and Beomgyu would be the perfect match for us. They too share a special bond of comfort, just like us. One thing that I love about our friendship is the perfect balance of comfort and chaos. We can share our deepest fears and worries with each other, but at the same time, we can be silly and crazy together. In fact, we often find ourselves sharing similar interests and obsessions. For example, we both have a special spot for Sunghoon. 😍

@enmayz [JakeWon]

I absolutely adore Lily, she is like an angel to me. Our friendship is so special, and I cherish it deeply. We can talk about anything and everything, and it never gets dull or boring. I feel incredibly lucky to have her in my life, as she is not just my friend but also my safe place. Our friendship reminds me of the bond between Jake and Jungwon, who were our biases. I love how our friendship is giving Jakewon - it's just so beautiful. For instance, Jake always called Jungwon a baby kitten, and Lily calls me a baby. Although I pretend to be annoyed, I secretly love it when she babies me. It's just so cute. No, what. It's a lie y'all

I also love how Lily is teaching me Chinese, just like Jake teaches Jungwon Aussie slang. It's like we are experiencing the same things, but in different languages. It's so heartwarming that we have such a strong connection, and we appreciate it so much. I find it so adorable that our names are so similar - Mizu and Mira. It's like we were meant to be friends 🥺 I cannot express how much I love our friendship, and I hope it lasts forever, hehe.

Tumblr only allows 10 pictures per post, so I'll be making a sequel for the rest of my pictures. Can't leave any of my friends behind 😔😠

[coffeejoshy]

Australia’s grim troupe of psych-rockers make a triumphant return to their eco-metal era.

Full playlist:

[wileys-russo]

omg wait, a follow up to the kyra x lessi idea…

maybe less gets stung by a jellyfish and kyra jokingly offers to pee on it for her. lessi had seen that episode of friends so is psyching herself up for it, before kyra puts her out of her misery and explains that it’s not a real thing.

not the peeing on the jellyfish sting, aussie childhood core 😭😭😭

but this + your other request has given me an idea for platonic kyra x less and romantic less x reader so thank you bb!!

[wordsbymae]

Today I’m thinking of like a Jekyll and Hyde type yandere? Maybe he’s like a psych grad who entered into a research study gone wrong, because he needed the money, and the result was that his consciousness was split into two. He’s generally a quiet, levelheaded person, if a bit frantic when he really gets into his studies, but gentle. Then there’s the other half, who’s very wild and uninhibited and does what he pleases, whenever he wants. The other scientists at the facility are fascinated and choose to hold our yandere in their lab until further notice. This would obviously not be good for anyone’s mental health, so they have an idea. They were going through a list of his acquaintances and happened across the name of the Reader. Reader and the yandere weren’t all that close, with the exception of a very small crush that he had on them, but never acted on. So Reader gets abducted and is now being used as another piece in the experiment. And this is where the stark differences between the yandere and his other side start to come into play. They start fighting more often, the original wants to take things slowly with the reader and woo them, and be kind and sweet. Whereas the other would much rather rip off their clothes and pound them into the nearest mattress. In fact, I think the darker side could end up being very jealous of his opposite because it looks like the reader likes his counterpart more than him. This would lead to him fucking the reader endlessly over and over again because they’re not allowed to forget how he makes them feel. I imagine that at some point the two of them compromise and agree that rather than fight all the time, they’ll simply share the reader, so they each have them for one week. And the reader dreads the days when their little scientist has to disappear and hands them over to his other side.

How'd you know? Huh? How'd you know that I was weirdly obsessed with Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde when I was younger? Huh? How'd you know I had a huge crush on an old-timey literature figure. You've been reading my mind or something?

Ok but in all seriousness,,,, and I know I say this a lot,,,,, but I LOVE Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde tropes, Like I'm obsessed. Your idea is just absolutely amazing and I have to write something now!! (If that's ok with you, I can delete it if you want). I have unfortunately decided to not write smut really anymore, just cause (and I'm gonna sound sooooo lazy) its a bit too much work for me, and I always struggle with it, but maybe in the future, but at this stage gonna stick with smutty talk or implied stuff. Anyway!! Hope you enjoy this!

I kinda skipped straight to when Jekyll is telling the reader of their compromise, cause you set the scene so well! Also, I used their first names cause it made more sense for the reader to call them that, so henry = Jekyll, Edward = hyde. Also for some reason, Edward is australian? I didn't realise it till the end but I wrote his dialogue like a rough Aussie guy, my bad.

Lots of love, mae xx

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MINORS DNI

TW: Implied past rough sex (I didn't really say whether it was dcon or not so you can choose, but the reader doesn't like hyde, like at all) vulgar talk, implied smut, hydes a real dick. Jekyll is a sweet boy and I love him your honour. gn!reader (i do always give the reader really sweet -therefore trad fem- nicknames, but no gender described)

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The room was cold, barren and lonely. Yet despite its stark white walls and the shivers that wracked your body, you would rather be here than with him. Your body still ached from the last time, despite it being days ago, and deep bruises still rested along your hips in the shape of large fingers and hands. He loved taking you from behind, you were sure it was because it made you feel small and made him feel even bigger than he already was.

You weren't normally given your own room but after your last run-in with Edward - that beast- the researchers gave you a small mercy by allowing you a short time by yourself. They made it clear it wouldn't be for long. Hyde, they said, was deemed too unruly, when you were gone. You promptly told them you didn't fucking care.

You sat silently on the bed, knees pressed to your chest. Watching the door. You knew they would come back for you. You only hoped Henry had everything under control by then. You sighed as you watched the metal door creak open and three male scientists dressed in lab coats and holding clipboards waltzed in. Usually, armed guards would accompany them if you were with Henry, they never knew when Edward would make an appearance.

"Subject zero zero seven two, please stand for transport" one ordered.

"My name is-" you tried, sick of them dehumanising you. They called Henry and Edward by their respected last names, but you? At this point, you were sure they saw you as nothing more than a chew toy.

"Your name is not of consequence. Now please stand for transport" The larger of the three spoke, hand resting on his walkie-talkie. You knew they were seconds away from calling the guards in. With a deep sigh, you stood.

'Please, please, please let it be Henry' you begged whoever or whatever was listening.

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"Darling! You're back! Thank goodness, I was getting worried. Are you feeling ok? Did they feed you? Have you slept? When was the last time you had a bowel movement?" Henry rushed, hands holding your cheeks as he checked you over. His honey-brown eyes were a welcome comfort and his smooth hands calmed you. I was him, it was Henry.

"Henry, I'm fine! Really. Yes, they feed me, yes I slept and ew why would I tell you that?"

"Consistent bowel movements are a sign of good health. So?" he sighed.

"You don't need to know everything little about me Henry," you said, looking up at him with sad eyes.

"Yes I do, how else am I going to make sure you're ok? It's the least I could do, after...well, you know" he whimpered, hands finding yours. His fingers danced along the back of your hands before folding into palms and holding tight.

"It's not your fault I'm here Henry. It's theirs" you comforted, thumbs stroking his.

"That's not what I'm sorry about"

"I don't wanna talk about him. Please" you begged, turning away from Henry to make your way to the bed. Henry's and yours, and Edward's if you were being honest, the room was a mix between comfort and chaos. The white walls were covered in Henry's equations and sketches, most of which were drawings of scientific topics such as the anatomy of a Golden Wedge Tail Eagle, or you. To be honest most of his sketches were of you, pretty little things of you doing the most mundane of tasks. You weren't vain, but they did make you smile. The bed was filled with pillows and warm blankets, and crates of fiction and non-fiction books littered the outskirts of the room. Hanging from the ceiling were pretty little pot plants, many of which had vines and leaves that dangled down. It was a relatively large room, with an attached bathroom and a small window above the bed that Henry would use to teach you astronomy.

It was a pretty room, and it comforted you, as long as it was just you and Henry. You choose to ignore the marks left by the headboard of the bed on the wall or the blanket covering the crate filled with drawings of you doing vulgar acts, lewd and naked. For such a brute, he was quite a talented artist. You had begged Henry to destroy them, but he said Edward would be mad if he did. Henry was a sweet boy, but his other side was not.

"Actually" Henry began, "We do need to talk about him"

"Why?" you asked, fear filling your heart.

"Darling, you know if there was a way to get rid of him-" Henry stopped, and a shudder ran through him. The tell-tale sign of Edward not liking what he was hearing. Henry took a deep breath and continued "- if there was a way to separate him from me, I would...but there isn't. And we have to be practical about this"

You nodded for him to continue, despite wishing he would just shut his stupidly handsome face up.

"I can't keep fighting him. He's stronger, more aggressive, one day he might just figure out a way of getting rid of me, and I don't want to have to leave you behind with-" he stopped again, but no shudder, he had caught himself before saying something that would make Edward really mad, "I don't want to leave you" The unspoken 'with him' rested in the air " So we came to a compromise" he finished, a smile on his face.

"A compromise?" from your place on the bed, you tucked your knees into your chest.

"Yes! It was his idea actually, and a great one at that!"

It wasn't making you feel too great.

"I have one week with you and well Edward has the next. And we alternate. A week each. No more, no less"

"No!" shouted, standing from the bed to your feet. "No"

"Darling please" Henry begged, rushing to you, hands resting on your cheeks.

"You know I don't like him, Henry" you sniffled, tears making their way to your eyes, "He's cruel"

"He was just acting out, that's all! But now that we will have equal time with you, he will calm, I know it."

"Promise?"

"Promise"

"What if he doesn't? What if he's worse, what if he doesn't let you back out, what if-" you began to panic, this was truly your worst nightmare. "Henry, I can't lose you to him, please, please stay. Please fight. For me?" you begged, eyes filled with hope. Henry was kind to you, Henry loved you. Maybe you even loved Henry.

"Darling, I promise you he won't hurt you. Promise, and I promise he won't keep me locked away. He might be a, well a dick" - henry didn't like to swear- " but he is a man of his word."

"Well, I suppose I have a whole week to get ready anyway, right?"

"Ah about that"

"What?"

"He wanted the first week"

You stepped back from Henry. You felt betrayed.

"It was his idea for the compromise so I let him have the pick of the weeks" Henry guiltily explained.

"You let him?" you huffed, falling back onto the bed.

"Darling-" a shudder, "he wants to come out now, he says he already missed the first day with you-" a stronger shudder "I have to go"

"Wait! Stay just a little bit, please?" you asked, running to hug Henry. You really, really didn't want him to go.

"I'm sorry darling. Don't worry though, I'll be back before you know it"

With a sweet kiss to the cheek, he was gone. You hated it when they changed. Despised it even, the cracking of bones, and the sound of muscles tearing. You took large steps back and watched in disgust as Henry's average height grew, how his hands went from those of a researcher, smooth and clean, to large and thick, with rough skin littering them. His hair grew too, a beard made its way forth, his eyes changed too. From honey brown to icy blue. Cold and unfeeling. Edward took a second before groaning in relief.

"Fuck me! Finally outta that fucker's shitty little body!" Edward shouted, stretching his arms and back.

His eyes fell on you.

"Well hey there sweet cheeks, long time no fucking see" he grinned, eyes racking over your body. You gave him a cold look before looking elsewhere.

"Oi! Look at me when I'm talking to you! You think you're better than me don't ya love. You and that piss poor excuse for a man."

Edward made his way over to you, blocking you against the wall, Henry's sketches scratched at your neck and back

. "But ya ain't better than me darl, me and you both know that. Oh Ed, oh Eddie! Oh fuck me Ed!, remember that love? You were begging for my dick then weren't ya?" he laughed, his poor imitation of you leaving a sour taste on your tongue. "And I gave it to you alright, better than that fucker ever could, bet he can't even keep it up, eh? Well does he?" he mocked.

You turned your head away.

A hand smacked in front of your eyes, giving you a shock, you turned your head back to him, his eyes digging into you, a smirk lingering on his face.

"youse two are always scheming to keep me away aren't ya. But no longer, eh. You and me gots the whole week to ourselves. Wonder what we can get up to yeah?" his mouth made its way to your neck and you shivered in disgust ...or was that excitement? Sometimes you think you hated him so much cause you didn't.

"You and me gonna have a whole lotta fun eh darl, I'm gonna fuck you so hard all your gonna think about when you're with that fuckwit is my cock fucking you wide open, like the good fucking whore you are. And I promise I won't tell your little mate how much you liked it."

"Promise?" you whimpered.

"Promise"

[daggerzine]

Best Bets- The Hollow Husk Of Feeling (Meritorio)

Oh man… I had reviewed the "Monster" single a few months back from this Aussie band and was super psyched to hear the whole album. Well, here it is and it’s just as great as I'd hoped.

True, these guys aren’t rewriting the rock/pop book or anything, but what they’re doing is creating ebullient indie pop tunes with plenty of oddball-ness and hooks. They just do it really well.

"Monster" still sounds great, but also check out other bangers like “Sylvania Waters,”  “Hairshirt” (with its pumping organ),  the choppy “The Last Grand Prix,” and plenty more (l also love “Pensacola” and “Malaise Era”).

Hoping for a trip to the states next year and maybe an appearance at Gonerfest!

www.bestbets.bandcamp.com

www.meritoriorec.bandcamp.com

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waiting for your review

Ok, I'm finished!

Here's my review:

It sucked.

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I'm kidding, don't throw tomatoes lol.

No, actually, I did not mind this video at all! I have a few critiques, but honestly, I feel like it was kind of a throwback to some of their 2022 content in a way, so it hit that nostalgic button in my brain just right.

Let me break down a little bit about each person that appeared in this video before I get into anything else:

1. Jake

Now, any of you who have been around me long enough know that I wasn't a huge fan of Jake in the 2019 haunted videos (and I loved Jake in his own videos at the time, I just felt like he derailed everything and could get downright disrespectful in the paranormal stuff). I haven't really been paying attention to him at all since his murderbilia days, so I really have very little frame of reference as to how much he's changed over the years.

And wow - he's changed a lot.

I have to give him props for being more open to doing this stuff than I feel he used to be, and I do think it was kind of endearing to watch him get all excited and over explain the Estes Method and everything he was hearing.

I am curious as to why his voice sounds so different, though. Why does he talk like a game show host now? 😭

2. Johnnie

I gotta give Johnnie props as well. He was clearly scared, but he went for it without any peer pressure almost every single time. Good for him.

I am curious about the "ring" like figure he saw towards the beginning of the video; was that him psyching himself up to the point of hallucination, or something real? Interesting either way, but I do wonder.

3. Adam

This dude...

Where do I begin? I know we've met Adam before, but I don't remember him being this animated and excited in the past? Bro was high on life (and other things) during this whole thing and, while that is a bit suspicious, it was also kind od endearing.

Dude loves his job. Can't hate him for that.

Anyway, when he started getting into his little theory (which I did not like cause I hate anything involving time travel cause it makes me brain HURT), I swear to God he sounded exactly like my friend from high school's boyfriend. This guy used to smoke a blunt, turn on the Doors, and start sentences with things like, "What if we're haunting the future already and the future's manipulating the past?"

So that was also nostalgic to me.

Do I buy his theory? No. Do I think it was interesting that they kept hearing things that people are now saying sounded like Sam and Colby talking to one another all night? Sure. That's fun. We like fun.

4. Sam

I didn't like the Kansas City barbecue thing at all - and not because it was offensive or whatever, cause it did not personally offend me (although if it did you, cool).

It felt scripted. I don't want scripted. Idk. Just come by being a weirdo naturally or don't do it at all.

Other than that, I have to give Sam props for climbing through that rusty ass old power station in those shoes and jeans without falling and breaking his back (again). That was daunting.

5. Colby

This motherfucker.

Why does Colby always wait until he's off by himself to start talking about his intuitive feelings?

Ok, with that out of the way, here's what I thought about the video itself.

"I don't feel welcome here" and "I feel like we're invading their privacy." Why does he only hit us with shit like this sporadically and off-hand? Goddannit, Colby! Give aussie anon and I what we want!

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While I honestly don't think that much happened from a paranormal sense, I do think it was fun to watch snc take some time to do some old school abandoned type content. That was a great way to infuse the old style in with the new in a way that wouldn't cost them their careers 🤣.

Once again, I find it funny when other people do the Estes Method, cause it's interesting to see that it really isn't something that everyone can do without issues. Jake, of course, explained later that he was weeding out anything that he didn't hear crystal clear - which I actually kind of fucked with, cause there was a lot less filler in the answers he was providing - but it is interesting that Johnnie and Sam could hear words even through his headphones that Jake just wasn't saying out loud.

Also, I have to give Jake props for doing somethjng that I don't even know if snc themselves have ever done, and that's putting the emf detector up to his phone to see if that was making it spike. I appreciate that.

And this is a total aside, and nothing do with snc or Jake and Johnnie themselves, but is a personal tangent (can't say why, but just know that this bugs me on a fundamental level). Seeing the records and papers and patient data that was just casually left behind to rot and for anyone to pick through in these buildings - holy fucking lawsuit express, USA. Jesus. Wowza. The laws being broken there. I was getting anxious even seeing it all (and praying they never showed anything on camera, which thank GOD they didn't). It's amazing that companies used to get away with shit like that, like holy geez.

Anyway! You've all listened to my ramblings long enough, so let me just end this by saying that this was probably one of the better videos in terms of personalities involved in a long time (even if I don't think there was much paranormal to it, but I personally don't mind that) and I'm kind of glad now that they brought Jake and Johnnie.

I'll rate this one a solid 7.8/10!

Let me know your thoughts/ratings!

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In-Flight Edibles, Rowdy Aussie Crowds & The “Sonic War” Of Their Next Album – Here’s Our Foals Interview

Gotta pass that plane time somehow.

Words by Amar Gera | December 6, 2023 | Life without Andy

We catch up with guitarist Jimmy ahead of their trip Down Under…

British rockers Foals are a rare sight in todays music world. The ability to craft commercial and festival-pleasing heaters while maintaining artistic integrity is a feat few pull off, a one that fewer actually make enjoyable. However, it seems Foals have perfected the art of the festival crowd anthem, and thankfully, they’ll be bringing their talents back to Australia over the NYE period for a bunch of shows around the country.

Slated to play the likes of Heaps Good Festival, Lost Paradise, Fortitude Music Hall and more, the run of shows will see the honorary Aussies bring their latest LP Life Is Yours (and its companion piece, Life Is Dub) across the country. Judging by our interview with lead guitarist Jimmy, this could very well be the the last time the album will be played out in its entirety, with Foals’ upcoming album seemingly already in the works. Which makes it all the more important that you catch them at the upcoming batch of shows.

To celebrate their upcoming Aussie shows, wee caught up with Jimmy from the band to talk Life Is Yours, their tips for flying to Australia and more. Check it below.

It’s a pretty busy time for you right now. You’re capping off a year of shows, a new LP, and a pretty crazy festival season. How are the energy levels?

Yeah, they’re pretty good right now. I think it’s because we’ve just had a bit of time off since September. So, we’re okay. We’re ready to do another LP and everything, I think.

Obviously, you’ve been playing music on this level for quite a long time now. After all these years, is the chaos of nonstop flights, shows, and so on, where you feel most comfortable?

I mean, post-COVID stuff is more annoying, like flying, airports and all of that. But yeah, we’re pretty used to it now. The show is such a tiny part of what the actual tour is. It’s all the hustle and bustle, and then a lot of time doing nothing.

Australia is pretty far removed from the rest of the world, which got me wondering, how do you kill time on that mammoth plane ride?

Just movies. If I’ve got my laptop, I might work on a song or something, that’s always pretty good. But then, the battery will always die in like an hour. So, yeah, generally I just take some edibles and watch some movies and enjoy it.

Edibles on a plane?

Yeah, I highly recommend it. I wouldn’t do it for the first time on a flight to Australia. I think that would be horrific if it went wrong.

Are you a window or aisle seat kind of guy?

If it’s below four hours, I want a window. If it’s above, I have to have an aisle because I can’t stand waking people up to go to the toilet.

Speaking of Australia, you’re playing a bunch of festivals and shows Down Under, including Heaps Good. How are you feeling for it?

I don’t know how long it’s been since we’ve been to Australia, but it’s been a long time. So, we’re pretty psyched just to be coming down. And yeah, also Aussie midsummer again, it’s pretty good. It’s a good time to come visit. And yeah, those lineups are pretty good as well. I’m really excited about The Avalanches, I’ve never seen them. That’s going to be cool.

International artists always seem taken aback at how rowdy Aussie crowds are. In your personal experience, how do we compare to the rest of the world?

Yeah, you guys are surprisingly rowdy, considering the tropical setting. Aussie crowds bring this crazy European energy, like the stuff we see in the UK. But yeah, it’s good. I mean, I remember it was pretty surprising the first time we came and played in Australia. We were like, “Oh, shit. They’re actually pretty into it.”

Are there any specific memories from that first time in Australia that stand out?

I always just think of our first show, which was in Adelaide. We played a festival in Switzerland and then flew for two days or something, and then played in Adelaide the night we landed. Then, the same night, Edwin, our keyboard player, had a DJ set as well. And I remember the crowd went nuts for that set. That crowd was basically the only thing that got us through it all.

I also want to chat ‘Life Is Yours’. It’s been a year since that record entered the world. How has your relationship changed with it since?

I’ll tell you what, it’s been a quick year. I’m a bit bummed though. We haven’t played the whole record live, and I don’t know if we’re going to get to it. We’ve only got Australia left to do it. But I wish we could have played more of Life Is Yours.

I think it was a really necessary album for us to make, certainly because of COVID and all of that that was going on. I feel like it was the right thing to do. It felt nice to take our foot off the adventurous gas. We weren’t too pressured on ourselves about making the record. But I see it as a little calming record before whatever’s coming next, which I presume will be an all-out sonic war.

It’s pretty interesting that you followed it up with ‘Life Is Dub’, given that it’s pretty rare for artists to rework a new album to that extent. As a group, what was the reasoning behind it?

That was Dan Carey, one of the producers of Life Is Yours, and one of the guys we work with the most. He’s got his studio in South London and never leaves. It’s kind of a dream. I idolize him in a way because I want to live like that. I want to have my studio in the bottom of my house with my family up the top. But yeah, he was like, “I want to do a dub version.” And it was great.

Actually, I wish he’d gone a bit more out there on it. I haven’t seen him since it was released. But yeah, I really love it. Because I know that he’s got the capabilities to go really far out. I guess he doesn’t want to scare anybody though. But yeah, I thought it was really cool. I want to do more things like that, just in terms of weird releases and alternate versions of stuff we’ve done.

If ‘Life Is Yours’ and ‘Life Is Dub’ were two characters sitting at a bar, what would they be and what would they be talking about?

Life Is Dub probably wouldn’t need to drink any alcohol because it would already be so high. So, Life Is Dub would be on sparkling water or a Coca-Cola and would probably be talking about, I’m not sure, a new piece of musical equipment or maybe a tin hat conspiracy theory. One that doesn’t offend anybody, but it’s just a mystery.

And then, I feel like Life Is Yours would be quite positive and maybe reassuring Life Is Dub about their worries. Definitely would having a couple of drinks, maybe a cocktail. Looking slightly more ’80s than Life Is Dub, I would say. That’d be quite an interesting duo.

Your music’s pretty perfect for crowd singalongs. It’s a really moving thing to see in your lives videos. In terms of songwriting and instrumentation, is there a secret to crafting tracks that resonate so hard?

Yannis does all of the lyrics, but I would say that when you’re writing, there’ll be even just part of a sentence that pops out. And you’d probably be like, “That’s what they’re going to sing.” Because what we always naturally pick up on is slogans or catchphrases that pop out. And sure enough, there’ll be one at the end of a sentence, which the whole crowd will sing. It’s really cool. And then, similarly, they’ll just pick up on something that we haven’t even thought of, and sing that back at us, which is really cool.

You’re also playing a show in Brissy at The Fortitude Music Hall with Declan McKenna, Sycco, Felony and so on. How do you differentiate between festival and the more concert sort of set?

I don’t think we’re doing any sideshows so I’m glad that the Brisbane show is like a sideshow, because they are different. You can play for longer at a sideshow and you can play hard and fast with the set list, just because it’s like a no-pressured scenario. I think sideshows are more for having a bit of fun and connecting with your fans, whereas a festival show is more of a proper show, and it’s got to be a more crafted set list. Also, it’s got to fit into whatever allocated slot you’re playing.

It is a funny thing that I find interesting about festivals and I think its really impressive that all these bands actually manage to pretty much play for the allotted time and figure it out. Like we’ve gone over a few times. We’ve had sound cut by festivals and stuff, and I just find it so brutal that they invite these musicians to come all the way over and if they go a minute over because they’re enjoying themselves, that’s it. They’re like “How dare you?” How dare you encroach on The Killers’ headlines time?” So, yeah, I like the sideshows just because they’re a bit looser.

You’re gonna be ringing in the New Year with us. What are your plans for the big countdown?

I don’t know, but I remember last time we did it in Melbourne we were at a festival. But it was actually quite depressing because we came back off stage really pumped, and there was just nobody around. Everyone had gone into Melbourne. So, we all just want to make sure that doesn’t happen again this time. Hopefully we’ll find a party, you’d think.

Lastly, can you give us a summary for Foals’ trajectory in 2023 and for the year ahead?

It’s all the things. Words like “Exploration” and “Oblivion” are popping into my head. But yeah, we’re just going to have a lot of fun.

Foals are returning Down Under at the end of this year. Be sure to cop tickets to their upcoming Aussie shows here.

[chickensarentcheap]

The first time she ever heard him laugh was in Dhaka, before they started the job. That night in the hotel bar when she went looking for him and they drank and ate together and awkwardly -and drunkenly- flirted with each other. It was her teasing him about his accent and his Aussie slang and just her entire personality and vibrance was a turn on. And he found a drunk Esme very humorous lol

She definitely noticed his OCD tendencies first. Just the way he would check and recheck his equipment, check multiple times if the door was locked, etc. And he found out about her blanket stealing ways right away lol

No. She's never really done anything to make him THAT angry. He's been angry at her, but not to the point of not wanting to look at her or speak to her.

Esme is a huge SATC fan lol. She also likes Ghost Hunters, stuff on the home and garden channel.

She's had to have him admitted to a psych ward before. In Colorado. So before his diagnosis and they were told he just had severe PTSD. but she needed help and didn't know what else to do for him. So she had him admitted.

Definitely well fitting jeans and a white t-shirt. And a baseball cap.

EXTREMELY important. It has helped them tremendously. They learned how to properly communicate with each other, how to put their marriage above all else at times, how to nurture the different parts of their relationship outside of just being spouses and raising kids together.

Tyler is big on boosting her confidence. He can tell when she's anxious about how she looks. So it's a lot of praise, compliments, reassurance, affection.

I wouldn't say they disagree on something the kids do, but she feels he lets them do things that are little too risky at times. He built the skateboard ramps, got them dirtbikes when they were fairly little

He can not handle seeing Esme hurt. He just can't. Or when Addie was really sick and had to be in the hospital and he stayed with her. And talking about his mom tends to make him very emotional.

Tyler and his spoiling of her. His brand of romance is so personal and geared towards just her. Getting her father's old necklace and the last card he'd ever sent her, saving all that money for years for the bookstore, flying in her favourite cupcakes to Tasmania

@tragiclyhip