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lowellchanning · 4 years ago

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Q U O T E

Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear.

B A S I C S

NAME lowell thibodeaux channing NAME MEANING since lowell’s father passed before he was born, lowell’s mom, birdie, wanted to honor her late husband in naming their son. channing means young wolf, so she chose lowell, meaning little wolf, as a way to carry on her husband’s legacy. thibodeaux, meaning bold or brave, is birdie’s maiden name. NICKNAMES in college when he grew a beard each basketball season he garnered the name sasquatch, sometimes shortened to squatch. some of his coworkers call him that around the station. GENDER cis male PROUNOUNS he/him AGE thirty-two BIRTHDAY august 13 BIRTH PLACE new orleans, lousiana

F A M I L Y

PARENTS guy channing (father; deceased), birdie (mother; surname tbd); charles (step-dad; surname tbd) SIBLINGS step-sister (name tbd; wanted connection here!) PETS gus, a rhodesian ridgeback

A P P E A R A N C E

FACE CLAIM derek theler BUILD 6′5, athletic. lowell’s muscles have always tended to be defined without him having to put too much effort into it, though that doesn’t mean he doesn’t put in the hours needed both for his health and his profession. lowell balances his love of junk food and midnight snacks with lean proteins and plenty of greens. HAIR light brown. the longer it gets, the more curl and texture it has, and lowell takes the time to style it properly. when he grows a beard his whiskers tend to be more on the ginger rather than brunette side of things. EYES blue DISTINGUISHING MARKS surgical scar on his left elbow from fixing a break sustained during a basketball game when he was 12. TATTOOS wolf paw print between his shoulder blades STYLE modern, casual comfort. shorts, tanks, jeans, t-shirts, and flannels. ACCESSORIES his father’s watch. lowell doesn’t wear it on his wrist, but it’s usually in one of his pockets, or kept safe and tucked away in his nightstand. HYGIENE lowell sometimes showers multiple times a day, and has for years depending on sport practices, games, and workouts, and then on work calls SCENT le labo santal 33; sandalwood and leather

P S Y C H O L O G Y

LANGUAGES english and some creole phrases/expressions VOCABULARY average-ish. he can figure out ‘big’ words with good context, and got used to looking things up from a young age. MEMORY keeping a calendar and to-do lists on his phone is needed more so for organizational and focus TEMPERAMENT sanguine LEARNING STYLE mainly kinaesthetic, but there are some auditory elements that work for lowell. EMOTIONAL STABLITY pretty high, though that’s because lowell’s worked hard (after some rough teenage years) to have a steady foundation, which his job definitely depends on. sometimes he still bottles things up and will release it all during a workout, but over the years he’s learned when to confront something head-on rather than allowing it to fester.

C H A R A C T E R

PRIORITIES carrying for others and most importantly his family, both familial and found MOTIVATION making his family proud SELF CONFIDENCE lowell’s always had confidence in his physical abilities. it’s his intelligence where his confidence will at times waiver, but he feels like he’s found a profession that allows him to shine. SELF CONTROL lowell had to learn some level of discipline pretty early on when it came to managing sports and academics. those lessons his mom helped instill have carried through to adulthood and lowell’s career choices. HOBBIES playing music, basketball, outdoor adventures, camping, gardening MANNERISMS usually a bouncing leg/knee when sitting still, especially for too long. running his hands through his hair when talking. touching his neck when nervous. scratching his forehead or cheek when stumped and trying to come up with an answer so he won’t feel dumb. also saying his sirs or ma’ams or missus as his mother taught and expected of him. HABITS after failed medication attempts, lowell found that yoga helps center and focus his mind, plus has improved his overall flexibility, which helps on the job, so he does at least a short routine every morning. on saturdays or sundays, depending on his shifts, he’ll make a big breakfast spread, have hot chocolate (sometimes with coffee), and do a crossword puzzle, because having to look up clues on his phone isn’t cheating, it’s just learning. ABILITIES strength and endurance. musicality. empathy. INEPTITUDES lowell isn’t the brightest crayon in the toolshed, and had to put forth a lot more effort than most when it came to learning and course work in school. he also can’t dance. whatever grace and agility he has when it comes to athletics, and the fact that he can drum and keep a beat, goes completely away the moment he steps on a dance floor. SOFT SPOTS animals, tiny humans, and other people who have suffered loss GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT graduating college, then the firefighter academy, and passing his EMSVO, EMT, and AEMT certifications WESTERN ZODIAC leo CHINESE ZODIAC dragon PRIMAL SIGN orca HOGWARTS hufflepuff ONE SONG "in the air tonight" phil collins ONE BOOK the giving tree shel silverstein ONE MOVIE mrs. doubtfire

P R E F E R E N C E S

LIKES the tired feeling in his muscles and bones after a productive and intense workout or physical call. tacos. pizza. nachos. whoopie pies. his mom’s etouffee and po-boys. root beer floats. spending the day out in nature. gaming. sports. DISLIKES moxie. salt and vinegar chips. ranch dressing. still not a huge fan of maine winters but dealing with it. KINKS consensual voyeurism. PET PEEVES people who are rude to service workers. the trend of crank 9-1-1 calls on tiktok.

H O M E + W O R K + E D U C A T I O N

HOMETOWN new orleans, lousiana (until 14); somerton, maine CURRENT RESIDENCE bridgeport, row house TRADITIONS sunday family dinners HIGH SCHOOL bursted park high (basketball and jazz band) COLLEGE somerton university (basketball) DEGREES b.s. with a concentration on social work/sciences CERTIFICATIONS FFI, FFII, hazardous material operations, public safety diver, EMSVO, EMT, AEMT PROFESSION firefighter/emt (10+ years) EMPLOYER somerton fire and rescue EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES pick-up basketball, cover band drummer

B I O

New Orleans was all Lowell had ever known. Aside from only a few out of state vacations, the city had always been home. And honestly, growing up in Nola meant Lowell got the best of the both worlds: big city living with a small town feel thanks to the neighborhoods and wards of Nola. Families on their street were friendly and nosy, and honestly Lowell’s mom, Birdie, didn’t mind at all because one, she had nothing to hide, and two, was more than happy that when other people learned of her situation -- a widowed and working single mom -- they were more than willing to help out. Which was how instead of becoming a latchkey kid, between after school hours and school vacation, Lowell became a surrogate member of more than a few neighboring families. And while Birdie wished she had been able to make it home from the hospital for more dinners, she was always home in time to sit down at the kitchen table and help Lowell struggle through his assigned school work.

The story was always the same each new school year, with every parent-teacher conference and IEP meeting. Lowell was always a pleasure to have in class, but he was either struggling with math or reading comprehension or his overall attention was lacking. But while Lowell and the general classroom weren’t on the best of terms, he excelled in other areas. Given his size and the fact that he towered over most of his classmates, it wasn’t shocking when the gym teacher had glowing remarks and commented that Lowell’s abilities were well beyond his years, but Birdie was surprised to learn from the music teacher that her son was both attentive and eager to learn in her class, too. After informing Lowell that participation in extracurriculars was dependent upon remaining in good academic standing, sports and music became an award system of sorts. It also didn’t hurt that burning through energy on the field or court, or banging it out with his drums meant that Lowell was less inclined to take out his frustrations of not understanding a word problem or summary question on a kitchen chair or wall.

The summer before eighth grade Lowell started to notice that his mom was coming home early from shifts now and again, getting gussied up, and leaving him with instructions for cooking frozen pizza or bagel bites while she went out. She was always home in time to look over homework and make sure Lowell was in bed on time, so Lowell never wondered too hard about it. Until the day she came home and said they’d be having a guest for dinner. Lowell met whom would become his step-dad that night. Two weeks later he met whom would become his step-sister. And before the start of the new school year, but after a small ceremony in the backyard, the new family had packed up all their belongings to move nearly 2000 miles up north. Chuck, an anesthesiologist, had a new job at Kane-Russell Memorial in Somerton, and there was no doubt that he could pull strings and get Birdie on the RN rotation there, too.

While having a new family should have been the biggest change in Lowell’s life, everything about Maine was so different from Louisiana. Somedays it felt like Lowell was waking up in a whole new country, especially with his accent and missing his favorite local foods. But eventually school started and Lowell fell back into familiar routines of sports, music, and school work, and soon enough it wasn’t so scary putting roots down in a new place with a new family.

By the time Lowell graduated high school he had a scholarship for Somerton U. Even though he could have lived at home, he lived on-campus to have the full college experience, which also included playing as 4-year starter Seahorse on the basketball team. Lowell might have graduated with a social sciences degree, but after their team bus came upon an accident one winter night and Lowell witnessed firsthand everything the emergency response squads were doing to not only save people, but just to calm their nerves, he sort of felt like maybe he had a found something that could be a good fit for him. Lowell was already working towards his EMT certification when he graduated, and after moving back home began to apply to the Somerton firehouse. Lowell’s been part of the Somerton Fire, Rescue, and EMT Services family for ten years now and loves that every day is a bit of a new adventure. When he’s not working, Lowell’s playing drums in a cover band that sometimes performs at On the Rocks or hanging out with dog, Gus.

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ramseyandrys · 5 years ago

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Through the Dark: Part 1

Book: Nightbound

Pairing: Cal x MC

Summary: The pack isn’t going to just let Cal walk away. After all, family is forever, right?

Author’s Note: Hello! Because we’re not getting a sequel to Nightbound, I decided to write my own. I will warn you that it likely won’t be as gory as Nightbound was. There will, of course, be drama. Also, I tried to keep things as canon as possible, but I do have a terrible memory, so I apologize in advance if anything is off. The title comes from the song Through the Dark by One Direction.

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Three women sat at a small table in a Cajun restaurant in the center of New Orleans. One possessed the power of the Fae, another of the Reimonenq Touch, and another of sheer will and strength. As the women joked and laughed, it was hard to imagine just three months ago they had defeated multiple bloodwraiths and an evil zealot.

Mia, Katherine, and Vera were all having lunch together in one of Vera’s favorite Cajun restaurants. All of their schedules were hectic and rarely matched up, so they were all thankful to be in one another’s company. They’d become tremendously close after Thomas was defeated. They bonded over not just that but of the similarities in their lives. “So, how’s our resident wolf boy, Mia?” Katherine asked. Mia smiled not just at the nickname but at the thought of Cal. Like she had with Katherine and Vera, Mia also bonded with Cal. Of course, she bonded with him a little differently than she did with the two women. When Mia had decided to stay in New Orleans, she didn’t expect her relationship with Cal to become as intense as it had. Her relationships in the past had never been more than flings. They were fun, but she never felt anything. With Cal, it was different. She felt everything. Even after all she had seen, Mia still didn’t believe in soulmates, but, if she did… “Mia?” Mia had completely forgotten Katherine had asked her a question. Cal tended to have that effect on her.

“He’s okay,” Mia said. She tried to hide the large smile on her face to no avail.

“Nik told me you guys moved in together,” Katherine said. “Kinda soon, isn’t it?”

“It’s not like it’s just the two of us. Donny’s there,” Mia said. She still wasn’t sure if she was happy with that fact or not. “Besides, I was tired of living with Nik. He burns everything he tries to cook, the girls he has over always use my toothbrush, and he always leaves his beard clippings in the sink.”

“Who doesn’t have an emergency toothbrush in their purse?” Vera asked, seemingly scandalized. “Heathens.” Both Mia and Katherine laughed at their friend.

“Nik was pretty bummed when I told him, but he understood,” Mia said. “I love Cal, and I love him even more now that I realize living with him is like having a live-in maid.”

“Is he that clean?” Vera asked. Mia nodded. It wasn’t rare for her to come home to find Cal washing the dishes, wearing yellow gloves that came up to his elbows, or scrubbing the grout of their tile with a toothbrush like Cinderella. She especially liked it when he cleaned in nothing but his underwear when he knew Donny was out. Mia felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She took it out and saw that she had a text from Cal.

Cal: Hey! Are you still with Katy and Vera?

Mia: Yeah. We’re talking about you. 😉

Mia: Is everything okay?

Cal: You need to come home. Someone ransacked the place.

Mia’s eyes widened at the word someone. Not something as in a bear or a cougar. “Everything okay?” Vera asked.

“I have to go,” Mia said, standing up and pushing her chair in. “Someone ransacked the cottage.”

“What?” Katherine gasped. “Who the hell would do that?”

“Could it have been an animal?” Vera asked.

“I don’t know,” Mia said.

“Well, we’re coming with you,” Katherine said. Vera nodded.

“No,” Mia said, shaking her head. “You guys finish your lunch.”

“Are you sure?” Vera asked, frowning.

“Yeah,” Mia said. “Cal’s there anyway.”

“Okay,” Katherine reluctantly said. Mia loved her friends, but she was growing tired of how protective of her they were. After all, she was half Fae. Anything that could harm her could likely kill them. Mia had to remind herself that her friends only wanted to keep her safe.

Mia drove down the rocky, uneven road that led to the cottage she shred with Cal and Donny. She parked in front of it. The cottage looked like something out of a fairytale. It was small and only had one bedroom and a loft. The house was mostly made of brown shingle shake siding, but it had a stone foundation. The windows and doors were black and had recently been replaced to look more modern. The chimney on top of the dark grey roof always had smoke coming out of it, but it didn’t today. Cal and Donny both stood on the tiny covered porch, wearing identical scowls. Mia got out of her car, accidentally slamming the door. She barely noticed. Cal met her halfway to the porch. “Thank God,” he breathed. He put his strong arms around Mia and hugged her tightly. Cal’s hugs were normally incredibly tight, but this one was even tighter if that was at all possible. Cal let go of Mia and stared into her brown eyes. Mia noticed that his were misty. “I didn’t know what to think when I walked into the house. I thought you were-“ His breathing started to quicken.

“Cal, baby, breathe,” Mia said, putting a calming hand on his shoulder. “I’m fine. Donny’s fine. Everyone’s fine.”

“The people who did this won’t be,” Cal said, a new fire in his eyes.

“How do you know it wasn’t a bear?” Mia asked, playing devil’s advocate more than anything. Their black door looked like a SWAT team has busted through.

“Because,” Cal said, reaching into his denim pocket. “Donny and I found this.” Cal pulled out a long, sharp black claw. Mia took it from him and looked at it closely.

“This looks like it’s from a werewolf,” she said. “Are you sure it’s not yours or Donny’s?” She realized, as soon as she said it, what a stupid question it was. There was a strict “no wolves in the house” policy.

“No, but it’s definitely Pack,” Cal said. His nose flared. “There was only one of them here. I only vaguely recognize the scent. It has to be someone who hasn’t been ‘round long.”

“But why would someone from the pack do this?” Mia asked.

“Because of Cal,” Donny said as he walked towards Cal and Mia. Donny tended to avoid Mia like the plague, but she looked to be the last thing on his mind.

“What do you mean?” Mia asked, suddenly feeling stupid. She still didn’t particularly understand the pack. She just knew Cal had a very complicated relationship with them.

“Donny, don’t,” Cal said, giving his little brother a look that only be described as a stank eye.

“No, Donny, do,” Mia said, giving Cal a glare that rivaled his own.

“They’re still pissed off Cal won’t be Alpha,” Donny said.

“Pissed off enough to destroy our home?” Mia gasped. She knew the pack wanted Cal to be Alpha, but she didn’t realize how much they wanted it.

“It doesn’t take much,” Cal said with a sigh.

“I don’t even understand why they want you to be Alpha so much. Most of them don’t even like you!” Mia exclaimed. Donny snorted.

“Thanks, Mia,” Cal mumbled.

“It’s true!” Mia said. “After what happened last year, they’re not your biggest fans.”

“It’s not about them liking him. This isn’t a sorority,” Donny said. “Being Alpha is a wolf’s greatest honor. Turning it down is an insult.”

“The pack is too prideful to realize some people might not want to be Alpha,” Cal said.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just do it,” Donny said. “It’s what Dad would’ve wanted.”

“I don’t care what-“

“It’s what Mom would’ve wanted,” Donny said. The woods got very quiet at that moment. Mrs. Lowell was hardly ever mentioned especially by Donny.

“I’m going to start cleaning up,” Cal mumbled. He kicked a rock on the ground and walked away. Mia looked at Donny. She was getting ready to reprimand him, but he spoke first.

“You need to make Cal agree to be Alpha,” he said.

“No,” Mia immediately said.

“You don’t understand!” Donny cried, sounding like a petulant child.

“What I understand is that Cal doesn’t want to. That’s all that matters,” Mia said.

“They’re not just going to let him walk away, Mia!” Donny said. Mia started followed Cal into the cottage, waving dismissively at Donny. She walked inside. Her eyes widened, and she gasped at what had become of her home. The little cottage she’d come to adore was a complete mess. There were long scratches on the hardwood and on the walls. Every piece of furniture, every pillow was torn apart. All of the pictures they had hanging up were now in shatters on the floor. She saw Cal standing in front of the fireplace, holding a picture. Mia walked over to him. She saw that the picture he was looking at was one of him, his mother, and Donny. It was now torn. Mia rubbed Cal’s back.

“Hey,” she said quietly.

“This was one of the few pictures we had of her,” Cal said. He sniffled and wiped his wet eyes with his sleeve. “I don’t care about the furniture. That can be replaced, but this stuff can’t.” Anger bubbled inside of Mia. How could someone from the pack do this? Everyone knew how important family was to Cal.

“I’m so sorry, Cal,” Mia said.

“And why the hell is Donny on their side?” Cal asked, his voice becoming angrier.

“I think he’s just scared,” Mia said. Truthfully, she was too. She, obviously, wasn’t scared of werewolves, but she was wary of anyone who ransacked someone’s house out of pride.

“He’s naïve,” Cal said. “He thinks, if you’re Pack, you’re safe. That’s just a fallacy they sell to young kids. They’re like a gang.”

“A gang of dangerous, monstrous beasts,” Mia said. She then winced. She forgot Cal was one of those “beasts”. “I don’t mean you, of course.”

“Of course,” Cal said, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. His smile fell when he saw something on the other side of the room. He walked over to the large window behind one of the couches. Mia followed him. Cal touched the shredded plaid curtains. “My mom made these. I remember wanting to help, but Dad told me only pretty boys did stuff like that.” Mia grimaced. This wasn’t the first time she had heard of Cal’s father’s toxic masculinity, but it always upset her. Cal’s expression suddenly went from sad to furious. “They can’t do this to us.” Cal shoved the picture he was holding into his pocket. He walked over to the coat rack by the door and put on his jacket.

“Where are you going?” Mia asked as he opened the now broken door.

“To the Full Moon,” Cal said. The Full Moon was a bar where members of the pack often hung out.

“I’m going with you,” Mia said. She didn’t care for the Full Moon. She was often looked at like a piece of meat, but she wasn’t about to let Cal do this by himself. By the look on his face, he certainly wanted to. Mia knew Cal didn’t like to involve her in pack drama, but this was different. They had messed with not just her home but her family. “I’m going, Cal. You know there’s no use in arguing with me.”

“There really isn’t,” Cal said. He had learned that lesson a long time ago. “Alright. Let’s go talk to someone dangerous, monstrous beasts.”

Part 2

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totallyrhettro · 6 years ago

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Territorial, chapter 5

Word Count: 2365 Rating: This chapter: G. Overall story rating: explicit Warnings: None Summary: After finally realizing their shared love for one another, all internetainers Rhett and Link had to do was live happily ever after. Unfortunately, as it turns out, that’s a lot harder to do in a world of werewolves. Notes: Takes place 1 year after Animalistic began. Still no wives; Rhett and Link are in an established relationship. This is a sequel to that fic. You don’t have to read that first, but it is highly recommended.

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Link enjoyed a bit of manual labor now and then. Despite his reputation for being klutzy he was pretty skilled with his hands. Tearing up the old, stained rug upstairs didn't exactly call for finesse anyway, and it provided him an outlet for his pent up energy; he always had extra during the moons. It was satisfying to hear the rip of the carpet with every sharp tug, feel the matting come up from the floorboards.

The wood underneath was probably very nice once but was now covered in nail holes and splashed paint, along with some other random stains. Link was already thinking about how they could replace it as he finished the upstairs bedroom and moved on to the hallway. He had just made it past the upstairs bathroom when he heard a truck pull into the driveway. Confused, he brushed off the dust from his hands before heading down to the front door to greet any would-be visitors.

A quick glanced outside told him it wasn’t the silver FJ cruiser he and Rhett shared nor Theo’s brown bronco. It took him a split second to recognize it was Seth’s giant, red truck. He didn’t see Seth himself, however, just Damian at the door. The short, round-faced man walked confidently up to the wrap-around deck and strode over to the front door before knocking firmly twice.

“Hey, Damian,” Link greeted, upon opening the door. “If you’re looking for Theo he’s at his bar.”

“Actually I was hoping to speak with you and Rhett; see how you two was doing.” He glanced inside, his nostrils flaring slightly.

“We’re doing fine. Rhett just went into town to grab some supplies.” Link was doing his utmost to be polite, but he didn’t like this unexpected visit to his and Rhett’s private sanctuary; especially when he was here alone.

“I’m not trying to be rude, I promise.” Damian shifted his weight, sensing Link’s unease and stepping back half a step. “Devon really is concerned for you and your lot. We just want to make sure you guys are staying safe.”

“We’ve been just fine by ourselves for quite sometime now.” Link’s politeness was a bit strained, but Damian didn’t seem to notice. “Rhett was turned last year, attacked by a rogue werewolf and we didn’t hear from you guys then.”

“We are sorry about that but you have to understand…” The shorter man looked apologetically up at Link. “It’s not like we weren’t in contact with the area. Theo himself told us everything was under control. He encouraged us to stay up North and not help out. He said he would handle it.” Link didn’t know what to say to that. It had not occurred to him that Theo had spoken to the Lowell pack at all since he and Rhett had met the him.

“When was this?”

“Shortly after your friend was attacked. We heard about it real fast.” This gave Link pause as he considered this new information. “May I come in?”

“Yeah, sure,” Link nodded. “Sorry about the state of the place.” He stepped back and gestured towards the dining room to the side. “It was a bit run down when we bought it, but it’s coming along. Want something to drink? Water? Beer?” Damian wiped his shoes on the doormat before stepping in.

“Water would be nice,” he replied, following Link to the chairs at the dining room table. Like the rest of the house, the dining room still needed a lot of work before it would be presentable, but the table and chairs were in good condition. Rhett and Link had found them in an antique store a few weeks after buying the place. While Damian sat down, his host went into the neighboring kitchen to wash his hands and get them both something to drink.

“How long have you been a werewolf?” Link asked when he got back, handing his guest a glass and sitting in a chair beside him.

“All my life, Link. That’s what being a purebred means,” Damian explained. “My father was a werewolf, and my mother. I think my grandmother on my father’s side was a human, but that’s not uncommon. You keep breeding only wolves and you’ll quickly have inbreeding. There just aren’t that many of us these days.”

“Right. Purebreds," Link nodded. "Theo mentioned that. He’s a good teacher, I’m just not always the best student. Rhett though… He’s his prized pupil.” Link tried not to sound to bitter about that.

“I’m sure you’re a good student,” Damian assured him. “I just think you’re education is lacking down here. There’s so much you and your friend need to know to survive in this world.”

“We’ve managed.”

“That you have," Damian agreed. "I’ll give ya that, but that could have been just luck. Just ‘cause you and your friends dealt with one rogue werewolf by yourselves doesn’t mean you’re prepared to deal with others.”

“Others?” The idea of more rogue werewolves in the area made him a little sick to his stomach. Dealing with one was bad enough.

“There’s very little in the werewolf world that our pack doesn't hear about, especially so close to our territory,” Damian continued. “There are dozens of rogue mutts living in california alone, unsupervised, unchecked. Now I’m sure most of them are fine, decent people. Most of the time. But when the full moon comes out, so does the beast, and anyone who doesn’t understand how to control it… well, they’re dangerous.

Frankly, I’m surprised a young wolf like yourself was able to take down a veteran.”

“I didn’t,” Link admitted. “I was there, sure, but it was all Rhett and Theo.”

“What happened?” Thinking back, Link could remember the events of that night clearly. He would never forget, though sometimes he wished he could.

“I don’t know much. I was waiting in the car for the guys to come back from finding the werewolf that had been killing people. It was almost dawn when I saw it coming out of the forest. If it weren’t for Rhett, it probably would have killed me. He stabbed it with a silver dagger.”

“Rhett was in human form?” Damian guessed.

“Hybrid.”

“Rhett’s able to transform into a hybrid? That’s quite an accomplishment for someone so young.” Link didn’t respond. He looked down at his water as he sipped it, slowly. “Can you do it too?”

“No I… Not for very long.” Link frowned. “I think about sixty seconds is my record.”

“I wouldn’t feel too bad about it. Most mutts can't even do it at all.” Damian gave Link a nice smile. “I can help you, if you like.”

“Can you become a hybrid?”

“All purebreds can. We start learning about controlling our form even before our first change. We’re raised since birth to be werewolves. It’s more than just a monthly thing. We embrace it completely because it’s who we are. Because of that, we are very good at transforming between wolf, human, and hybrid during the moons. I can help you do that, too.”

“You’ve taught many mutts?” Link chuckled. Damian nodded with a knowing grin.

“A few,” he admitted. “I even taught Theo, actually. I don’t know if he told you, but he used to be part of our pack.”

“He doesn’t talk much about your pack. In fact, he didn’t mentioned you guys at all before you showed up the other day. He doesn’t talk much about his past ever, really.” Link scrunched his face, thinking about this. He always trusted Rhett, and Rhett always seemed to trust Theo. Since he was the only other werewolf they even knew existed, aside from the one that turned the two internetainers, it often seemed that they had to trust him. He was all they had and they took him at his word. Now, knowing that there were others… it made him think. How much did they really know about this bartender?

“Well, it’s not my place to talk about it, but let’s just say that Theo wasn’t one for following the rules. Up until now, Devon’s let him be, but it seems like things are just getting worse down here.”

“What does this Devon want with us? Rhett and me?”

“He’s our pack leader, and he’s in charge of several packs in the whole Northwest.” Damian pointed upwards for emphasis. “He just wants to make sure that everyone stays safe and follows the rules. You follow the rules, keep the werewolf secret a secret, and you guys won’t have no trouble. That’s all. Live and let live, as they say. Personally, I hope you two will have a more active role in the pack.”

Link was looking down at the empty glass in his hands, thinking about all the new information that was now rattling around in his head, when he heard another car pull up into the driveway. He looked out the front window in the dining room and saw the FJ cruiser pull up besides the truck. It was Rhett. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight, a serine, content smile that came from having his security blanket back with him once more. Damian saw the car as well but his smile was a bit more forced. Pushing his water aside, he got to his feet. Link followed suit and led the way to the front door to greet Rhett.

“I probably should get going,” Damian was saying.

“You don’t want to tell Rhett what you told me?”

“You can tell him just fine. It’s getting late and there’s another full moon tonight. I should be getting back. Have to get ready for the run tonight. You should come with us. See what living as a real werewolf is like.” They stopped at the door just as Rhett came in. He glanced at the two men before him, looking slightly confused at to why Damian was here.

“Uh, hey um…”

“Damian,” Link reminded him.

“Damian.” Rhett offered his hand, mostly out of habit, and shook the visitor’s hand. “How’s it going?”

“Not bad,” Damian replied. “Just stopped by for a quick visit. I was just leaving.” He turned back to Link. “If you want to come, we turn at our place. Big brown house at the end of Pilot Road. Can’t miss it.” His eyes focused completely on Link as he said this, not even sparing a glance at Rhett, which didn’t go unnoticed.

“I’ll think about it,” was all Link could think of to say.

“Cool. See ya, then.” He gave a courteous nod to Rhett. “Rhett,” he said.

“Goodbye, Damian.”

Once the visitor had left, and was completely out of earshot, Rhett spoke to Link.

“What did he want?” he asked. “He invite you to a party or something?” Link rolled his eyes as he picked up the glasses and set them in the kitchen.

“He invited me to ‘run with the pack’, I believe. I’m not going,” he quickly added, seeing the look in Rhett’s eye. “I don't want to spend my moons with anyone but you. Besides-” He leaned against the kitchen counter to look up at his boyfriend- “until I learn to control my hybrid form I don’t think it would be safe to go anywhere while I’m changed.”

“Is that all he wanted?” Rhett didn’t want to be suspicious of what amounted to their werewolf neighbors, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t as friendly as they seemed. His earlier conversation with Theo didn’t help either.

“He offered to help me master the hybrid form.”

“You don’t need his help,” Rhett promised. “You’re doing fine on your own.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Link grumbled. “You already mastered yours. I’ve been a werewolf for just as long as you had been when you learned.” He turned to look down at the sink, sighing at himself. “I’m sick of losing myself every month. I want… I want to remember. I want to be with you.” Rhett stepped up behind him, wrapping his arms around Link’s waist and nuzzling the side of his neck.

“You’ll get there. You have to be patient. In the meantime you are with me. Even if you don’t remember, you are, and I’m with you.” He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of his boyfriend, enjoying it like no human ever could. Link felt a little better, holding Rhett’s arms with his own and letting himself be held. After a moment, Rhett continued. “In the meantime, I think you should steer clear of Seth and his brothers. From what Theo’s told me, they are bad news.” Link frowned.

“You trust Theo?” he asked, softly. He felt Rhett pause, surprised.

“Of course I do. He’s been with me from almost the beginning.” Link turned in Rhett’s embrace, his arms held up between them but not pushing him away.

“I just wonder, what do we really know about him? I mean we’ve known him for like a year and I feel like we barely know him at all.”

“Did Damian say something?” Rhett asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“No, not really I just… Think about it. How did he become a werewolf? How does he know the Lowells? I think maybe we should learn more about the situation before we trust him with our lives.” Now it was Rhett’s turn to frown. He didn’t like Link questioning Theo’s loyalty, or trustworthiness. Theo was his friend, their friend, and he trusted him implicitly. If he hadn’t, he probably wouldn’t have made it past his second moon.

“I trust him,” he stated with certainty. Link bit his lip, not entirely convinced. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course. Without question.” Rhett held him closer.

“Then trust me on this. I have faith that Theo is our friend and that we can count on him. He hasn’t done us wrong and I know we can count on him.” Link nodded, but inside he still wasn’t sure. He did trust Rhett. He always would, but Theo was still such a stranger to him. There was still so much they didn’t know.

Until he had all the pieces, Rhett was the only person he trusted.

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messrsmemoirs · 6 years ago

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@lostinthespeedforce So click for higher quality, or else maybe I can upload it again? Anyway, this is a messy, not-so-chronologically-accurate-or-dead-set basic family tree I went and made up to put down some headcanons and elaborate elsewhere when you sent in this ask, because I had some loose ideas before but I figured it was a good an excuse as any to put something together.

Please take this with a massive grain of salt, because I have conflicting headcanons and timelines as you’ll see below. I’ll elaborate as I go.

So, diving in:

It’s meant to be read from the bottom up, naturally, with Teddy being the most recent but don’t take it literally because the dates are there to clarify and... it was really hard to make it not sort of sloppy. So that’s why I included dates.

So I’ll start with Lyall, since he’s got the shortest tree. I WAS going to extend this back for a few hundred years, but... I couldn’t muster the energy honestly. However, I did keep with the wolf/werewolf lore. Stubbe is the surname of a very famous German werewolf from the 16th century? 17th? And for me, I imagine Lyall comes from a family that’s been established in southern-to-mid England, and even Scotland, for a good hundred years, but that they hail from Germany and France (two places dripping with werewolves if you’re a student of real-world lore), and then also Italy, Norway, and Poland (which I would have gone back to, but it would be super exhausting to go back so far, so hc must suffice).

Starting directly with Lyall, it’s a pet hc developed by @draco-non-dormit and myself that Lyall has/had (depending) a brother, whom I imagine is older, named Lysander (wolf name). Lysander marries a witch and has a young son who I decided to name Charlie, and so Remus would have a cousin named Charlie. However, Lysander dies in a work-related accident when Remus is young, when Charlie was ten and Remus was two. Lysander’s wife took Charlie to live with her family after the tragic death of her husband, and sort of fell out of contact with the family. So Remus and Charlie never hung out and hardly knew of each other, really.

(On Charlie: it says “wizard,” but I’m on the fence. I really put a lot of thought into Charlie being a squib, something which further alienates him from the family. And if he were to eventually become a squib, he would be much closer to Remus’ age though still about 5 years older.)

(This distance business with the cousins is deliberate, by the way. For Remus to have grown up such a lonely child, I imagine his immediate family must be either small or distant.)

Lowell is their father, pending a name change. I haven’t decided yet, but it’s hard since Lowell is also the name a town near where I live, but it keeps with the wolf tradition. This tradition is something that was important to the family, though each member had their feelings on it. And I think that this tradition has to do with some ancient history in the Lupin line, be it that they were slayers of wolves, slayers of werewolves, or that the name was ironically given to them because they didn’t share the common idea at the time in ancient Europe that wolves were minions of the devil and tried to help wolves, etc. There’s some lost meaning to the wolf aspect of the family name, I think, and whether it’s honor or irony is up for interpretation. But for Lowell Lupin, it was a tradition in the family. His wife is Marie Stubbe, a witch who has werewolves deep in her family line (though never directly, because evidently Teddy is the “first” to be born directly as a child of a werewolf, so for Marie it would be like her great grandfather’s brother, who never had kids, was a werewolf, etc, etc.).

Moving onto Hope’s family, I think she had a bold little sister named Katherine, who everyone called Kitty. Kitty marries a fine, average man named Ben Cox and settles down to have two kids, Matt and David, who DO spend time with Remus but who are also a lot younger than he is. However, Kitty is the only one that knows the truth of Lyall and Remus’ odd abilities, and while Lyall continues to visit Kitty and have lunch after Hope has died, he tends to do it when Ben and the kids are gone. And Remus is fighting a war when the oldest son is still in secondary school, so there’s an unfortunate distance there, though the family does and will continue to get together for weird little functions--especially Christmas, which is an interesting time because I imagine Ben is probably Irish, and Hope and Kitty were raised very, very Welsh. Between the Irish, Welsh, and English traditions, Christmas is always an interesting time.

Kitty and Hope were raised by their mother Gwen, a southern Welsh woman with strong opinions and a sister named Jennifer who died at 14. Their father Andrew died, but Hope loved him and his father, John, who she never met because was a war hero during WW1 but had a great deal of respect and admiration for (hence “Remus John”).

As far as Remus and his grandparents go, as far as this chart goes I seem to have it down that they’re dead. But that’s because I was focused on the chart and the people, and not the big picture. I do in fact have familial headcanons for Remus and BOTH sets of grandparents, who I hc were around until Remus was maybe 8-10, but not longer. I feel like he lost his grandparents young, like I did.

Here’s a post of some headcanons about his grandparents to add onto this messy little family tree!

#the lupins #moon answers #mine #this is way messier than I wanted it to be tbh and i do apologize

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blackkudos · 6 years ago

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Willie Dixon

William James Dixon (July 1, 1915 – January 29, 1992) was an American blues musician, vocalist, songwriter, arranger and record producer. A Grammy Award winner who was proficient on both the upright bass and the guitar and as a vocalist, he is perhaps best known as one of the most prolific songwriters of his time. Next to Muddy Waters, Dixon is recognized as the most influential person in shaping the post–World War II sound of the Chicago blues.

Dixon's songs have been recorded by countless musicians in many genres as well as by various ensembles in which he participated. A short list of his most famous compositions includes "Hoochie Coochie Man", "I Just Want to Make Love to You", "Little Red Rooster", "My Babe", "Spoonful", and "You Can't Judge a Book by the Cover". These tunes were written during the peak of Chess Records, 1950–1965, and performed by Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf, Little Walter, and Bo Diddley; they influenced a generation of musicians worldwide.

Dixon also was an important link between the blues and rock and roll, working with Chuck Berry and Bo Diddley in the late 1950s. His songs have been covered by some of the biggest artists of more recent times, such as Cream, Jeff Beck, the Doors, Led Zeppelin, the Rolling Stones, Steppenwolf, Bob Dylan, and Jimi Hendrix. The debut albums by the first six of those artists all feature at least one of his songs, a measure of his influence on rock music. Dixon is an inductee in the Blues, Rock and Roll, and Songwriters Halls of Fame.

Biography

Early life

Dixon was born in Vicksburg, Mississippi, on July 1, 1915. His mother, Daisy, often rhymed things she said, a habit her son imitated. At the age of seven, young Dixon became an admirer of a band that featured pianist Little Brother Montgomery. He sang his first song at Springfield Baptist Church at the age of four Dixon was first introduced to blues when he served time on prison farms in Mississippi as a young teenager. Later in his teens, he learned how to sing harmony from a local carpenter, Theo Phelps, who led a gospel quintet, the Union Jubilee Singers, in which Dixon sang bass; the group regularly performed on the Vicksburg radio station WQBC. He began adapting his poems into songs and even sold some to local music groups.

Adulthood

Dixon left Mississippi for Chicago in 1936. A man of considerable stature, standing 6 and a half feet tall and weighing over 250 pounds, he took up boxing, at which he was successful, winning the Illinois State Golden Gloves Heavyweight Championship (Novice Division) in 1937. He became a professional boxer and worked briefly as Joe Louis's sparring partner, but after four fights he left boxing in a dispute with his manager over money.

Dixon met Leonard Caston at a boxing gym, where they would harmonize at times. Dixon performed in several vocal groups in Chicago, but it was Caston that persuaded him to pursue music seriously. Caston built him his first bass, made of a tin can and one string. Dixon's experience singing bass made the instrument familiar. He also learned to play the guitar.

In 1939, Dixon was a founding member of the Five Breezes, with Caston, Joe Bell, Gene Gilmore and Willie Hawthorne. The group blended blues, jazz, and vocal harmonies, in the mode of the Ink Spots. Dixon's progress on the upright bass came to an abrupt halt with the advent of World War II, when he refused induction into military service as a conscientious objector and was imprisoned for ten months. He refused to go to war because he would not fight for a nation in which institutionalized racism and racist laws were prevalent. After the war, he formed a group named the Four Jumps of Jive. He then reunited with Caston, forming the Big Three Trio, which went on to record for Columbia Records.

Pinnacle of career

Dixon signed with Chess Records as a recording artist, but he began performing less, being more involved with administrative tasks for the label. By 1951, he was a full-time employee at Chess, where he acted as producer, talent scout, session musician and staff songwriter. He was also a producer for the Chess subsidiary Checker Records. His relationship with Chess was sometimes strained, but he stayed with the label from 1948 to the early 1960s. During this time Dixon's output and influence were prodigious. From late 1956 to early 1959, he worked in a similar capacity for Cobra Records, for which he produced early singles for Otis Rush, Magic Sam, and Buddy Guy. He later recorded for Bluesville Records. From the late 1960s until the mid-1970s, Dixon ran his own record label, Yambo Records, and two subsidiary labels, Supreme and Spoonful. He released his 1971 album, Peace?, on Yambo and also singles by McKinley Mitchell, Lucky Peterson and others.

Dixon is considered one of the key figures in the creation of Chicago blues. He worked with Chuck Berry, Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf, Otis Rush, Bo Diddley, Joe Louis Walker, Little Walter, Sonny Boy Williamson, Koko Taylor, Little Milton, Eddie Boyd, Jimmy Witherspoon, Lowell Fulson, Willie Mabon, Memphis Slim, Washboard Sam, Jimmy Rogers, Sam Lay and others.

In December 1964, the Rolling Stones reached No. 1 on the UK Singles Chart with their cover of Dixon's "Little Red Rooster".

In his later years, Dixon became a tireless ambassador for the blues and a vocal advocate for its practitioners, founding the Blues Heaven Foundation, which works to preserve the legacy of the blues and to secure copyrights and royalties for blues musicians who were exploited in the past. Speaking with the simple eloquence that was a hallmark of his songs, Dixon claimed, "The blues are the roots and the other musics are the fruits. It's better keeping the roots alive, because it means better fruits from now on. The blues are the roots of all American music. As long as American music survives, so will the blues." In 1977, unhappy with the small royalties paid by Chess's publishing company Arc Music, Dixon and Muddy Waters sued Arc and, with the proceeds from the settlement, founded their own publishing company, Hoochie Coochie Music.

In 1987, Dixon reached an out-of-court settlement with Led Zeppelin after suing them for plagiarism in their use of his music in "Bring It On Home" and lyrics from his composition "You Need Love" (1962) in their track "Whole Lotta Love".

Dixon's health deteriorated increasingly during the 1970s and the 1980s, primarily as a result of long-term diabetes. Eventually one of his legs was amputated.

Dixon was inducted into the Blues Hall of Fame in 1980, at the inaugural session of the Blues Foundation's ceremony. In 1989 he received a Grammy Award for his album Hidden Charms.

Death and legacy

Dixon died of heart failure in Burbank, California, on January 29, 1992, and was buried in Burr Oak Cemetery, in Alsip, Illinois. After his death, his widow, Marie Dixon, took over the Blues Heaven Foundation and moved the headquarters to Chess Records. Dixon was posthumously inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in the category Early Influences (pre-rock) in 1994. On April 28, 2013, both Dixon and his grandson Alex Dixon were inducted into the Chicago Blues Hall of Fame.

The actor and comedian Cedric the Entertainer portrayed Dixon in Cadillac Records, a 2008 film based on the early history of Chess Records.

Tributes

The French singer-songwriter Francis Cabrel refers to Dixon in the song "Cent Ans de Plus" on his 1999 album Hors-Saison. Cabrel cites the artist as one of a number of blues influences, along with Charley Patton, Son House, Blind Lemon Jefferson, Robert Johnson, Howlin' Wolf, Blind Blake and Ma Rainey.

The Canadian rock musician Tom Cochrane wrote the song "Willie Dixon Said", which is included on his 1999 album X-Ray Sierra.

Bob Dylan credited Dixon for the music of the song "My Wife's Hometown" on his album Together Through Life and gave special thanks to Dixon's estate.

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2020

Hello. I hope you and yours are well. As is tradition, below are my selections for albums and songs of the year. As I have yet to receive a reply from you, dear reader, sincerely asking to unsubscribe, you are therefore the proud recipient of the list once more! I’ve altered the format from 5 tracks each month because, as I suspect many of you did, I went into a nostalgic hole for large chunks of this year (for me this consisted of at least two months of nothing but Funkadelic, which does mean my personalised algorithm is now ace), but also when I looked back at when many of these tracks were released it was front heavy for the first half of the year – another body blow to the supposed “monthly” mailer. I even considered not writing my one-liners, but where is the fun in that? Furthermore, trying to keep the long list to 60 tracks in total (equivalent to 5 per month) proved overly frustrating, so I’ve included some extras, especially as this year felt 13 month long. Notwithstanding said excuses, enough preamble, on with the list! Let me know what you think and do send me your own selections. Lots of love xx TOP 10s TOP 10 ALBUMS Baxter Dury – The Night Chancers Mildlife – Automatic SAULT – Untitled (Black Is) Alice Boman – Dream On Kanaan – Odense Sessions Lightning Orchestra – Source And Deliver Yves Tumor – Heaven To A Tortured Mind The Strokes – The New Abnormal Woods – Strange to Explain Erland Cooper – Hether Blether TOP 10 TRACKS Malena Zavala – En la Noche Caribou – You & I Yves Tumor – Kerosene! Puscifer – Apocalyptical Mildlife – Automatic King Hannah – Meal Deal SAULT – Wildfires // Bow [yes, there are two tracks there] Kanaan – Urgent Excursions To the Tundrasphere Frazey Ford – Golden Jessie Ware – What’s Your Pleasure? NEW MUSIC ‘MONTHLY’ MAILER Spotify Link Here Holy Fuck – Near Mint What better way to kick off a retrospective look at 2020 than with ‘Holy Fuck’ Alice Boman – It’s OK, It’s Alright Really love this album and this pick is a real downer, spectral and haunting but also touching Smoke Fairies – Out Of The Woods Jessica and Katherine still delivering a decade on, the chorus guitar riff is tops Nicolas Godin – The Border Air’s Nicolas Godin doing his best detached friendly robot, mais bien sur Moses Boyd – BTB Vibrant, propulsive, energetic, gotta move! The Men – Wading In Dirty Water Avid readers will know I’m a fan of these guys and this one rides a familiar Crazy Horse choogle Tame Impala – Breathe Deeper Funky bass, piano flourishes, solid synths, all groove Kanaan – Urgent Excursions To the Tundrasphere Ok, here it is, there’s always going to be at least one – this is the 14 min space rock jam – skip/enjoy! Frazey Ford – Golden This production is right up my street, soulful vocals swoop around tight rhythm section and hammond keys, an analogue dream Caribou – You and I From the analogue to a digital master, man this beat is catchy Pulled By Magnets – Cold Regime People Die File this under terrifying experimental jazz Jonathan Wilson – Riding The Blinds JW doing that 6/8 minor ballad thang Baxter Dury – Say Nothing Another album I loved this year and could have picked any number of tracks, so here’s a quote from Baxter: “My craft and in a sense a certain style has been perfected and it’s easy… I don’t have to do it again basically. I don’t want to hear another man talking over an orchestral background.” Ha! U.S. Girls – 4 American Dollars Slick funky, soulful, classic strings, building into a brilliant outro with great lyrics Deeper – Lake Song Detached vibe ala Joy Division / The Cure done through a Pavement lens with serious downer lyrics Pretty Lightning – Voo Doo Boo Swampy dirge guitar grooves Tamikrest – Anha Achal Wad Namda Another mailer favourite, Touareg guitar wizards Tony Allen, Hugh Masekela – Never (Lagos Never Gonna Be the Same) Master drummer who sadly passed away earlier this year just after this release, and two years after master trumpeter Masekela’s own passing, this track is a buzzing tribute to Fela Myrkur – House Carpenter Danish black metaller does Scandinavian folk: bright and beautiful Sufjan Stevens, Lowell Brams – The Runaround A weird album, even by Sufjan standards, but I found these electronic ambient sounds strangely comforting R.A.P. Ferreira – ABSOLUTES Rhythm & poetry The Weeknd – Blinding Lights What can I add to the smash of 2020? Catchy af Porridge Radio – Long Indie banger, with a decidedly angry, bitter, playful lyrics Cleo Sol – Her Light If online research is to be believed Cleo is part of the collective in SAULT with producer Inflo, but this album is standalone brilliance without knowing that, this is pure vintage soul vibes Malena Zavala – En la Noche I returned to this track more than any other this year, the rhythm, the vocals, the melody, the production, even if I have to use google translate to fully understand the lyrics Tom Misch, Yussef Dayes – Lift Off Molten guitar, groovy arrangements, and plenty of business from Dayes Yves Tumor – Kerosene! An absolute belter, amazing vocals, groove and crescendo perfection Warm Digits, The Orielles – Shake The Wheels Off (feat. The Orielles) Immediate synth pop, indie dancefloor (with some solid cowbell) EOB – Brasil First solo venture for Ed, acoustic folk gives way to rumbling bass banger, would very much like to experience this in a field Other Lives – Hey Hey I Grand rocking orchestral aural assault with hints of Morricone Elephant Tree – Sails Fulfilling the heavy dirge quota, that hit at 2:33 is a proper head in the speakers moment The Strokes – Why Are Sundays So Depressing This album snuck up on me, and then I found myself listening to it non-stop, this track such an ear worm Houses of Heaven – In Soft Confusion I think the right descriptor is darkwave – insistent drum machine, reverb soaked vocals, industrial production, gloomy pop hooks Joel Sarakula – Don’t Give Up on Me Operating in a dangerous space between homage and pastiche, groove and parody, this is smooth easy yacht rock Donny Benét – Second Dinner Following hot on the heels of pastiche, this time with tongue firmly in cheek, The Don and his 80s reverence lolz Perfume Genius – Whole Life Completely arresting, the lyrics an absolute gut punch, yet still gorgeous Jake Blount – Beyond This Wall From the press release, this album “features fourteen carefully chosen tracks drawn from Blount’s extensive research of Black and Indigenous mountain music. The result is an unprecedented testament to the voices paradoxically obscured yet profoundly ingrained into the Appalachian tradition” – this contemporary instrumental is a superb banjo and fiddle tune Holy Hive – Broom Formed by the drummer from the Dap Tones and inspired by being on tour with Lee Fields, this gentle soul, complete with tremolo guitar and horns, really floats Woods – Where Do You Go When You Dream A welcome return to form, this mellotron infused number is beautifully catchy Erland Cooper – Linga Holm Dramatic piano and strings from an altogether wild and wonderful album Mystery Jets – Screwdriver Loud / quiet dynamic, bombastic riffs, seething verses, the Jets turn it up to eleven to fight with love Jehnny Beth – Flower Another track where hushed verses give way to chorus explosions, serious tension and intensity Hinds – Good Bad Times Love that thudding bass drum, big stomping pop Norah Jones – Were You Watching? Smooth but haunting, with added Celtic flavour Braids – Young Buck Bleeps and bloops, melancholic poppy vocals, and the damnedest catchiest chorus Jessie Ware – What’s Your Pleasure? Is it getting hot in here? No further questions LA Priest – What Moves Quirky strutting electro, sleek yet squelchy SAULT – Wildfires + SAULT, Michael Kiwanuka – Bow Double billing because I couldn’t make a choice (plus when I realised the rhythms flow perfectly into one another it’s like it’s one song) Run The Jewels – a few words for the firing squad (radiation) Again, difficult to choose which track on this album; this is pure fire with sax and all GUM – The Thrill Of Doing It Right Turn this feel good banger up! Such a big hit when the horns drop at the start The Vacant Lots - Fracture Catchy, icy, synths (and Desert Sands label mates by the by) A.A. Williams – Melt Enchanting slow-burning, stirring post-rock, with a wonderful, soaring crescendo Lightning Orchestra – For Those Who Are Yet To Be Born A late discovery, but immediately catapulted to the top, self-described “psychedelic booty-shake” Kamaal Williams – Save Me Almost chose ‘Pigalle’ but the tight push drumming on this won out, hard funky jazz stylings of the Herbie variety Victoria Monét – Dive Lavish and groovy, and as Monét puts it: “They say most humans are about 60% water, but I believe women must be 69% so dive in baby." Secret Machines – Talos’ Corpse Genuinely so happy to see Brandon and Josh back and still with the big sounds All Them Witches – Enemy of My Enemy Relentlessly heavy, all the chops and described by one reviewer as the love child of TOOL, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath and Kyuss; I love this band Fenne Lily – Birthday Beautiful and bruised Mildlife – Automatic Another new discovery, in the pocket cosmic goodness and much as it pains me to quote from NME I can’t think of a better description than ‘Mobius strip funk’ Puscifer – Apocalyptical Maynard in the video for this track is an indelible image; massive swaggering Intruder-esque drums, angular menacing guitars, Carina’s ethereal edgy vocals, Maynard’s gritted teeth whispers, and apposite apocalyptical lyrics Matt Berninger – Loved So Little Confessional moody acoustic conjuring up Western-esque vistas Goldensuns – Denandra Moore Californian sun-drenched lo-fi groove, for fans of Conan Mockasin and Night Moves Frankie and the Witch Fingers – Cavehead F*cking excellent west coast garage psych melange and the B,D,E ascend at 3:10 is nod central King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard – The Hungry Wolf Of Fate Genre bending brilliance once again from down under, this cut a heavy, doomy Sabbath assault King Hannah – Meal Deal Ominous drone opens into an acoustic tale of buying a flat with a spider in the bath, Hannah’s sinister smoky sultry vocals draw you in, before some menacing low frequency dirge guitar and drums kick in at 1:30… By this point on first listen I was already hooked, but then comes a great walloping Angel Olsen ‘Sister’ style crescendo, a glorious find at the end of the year (props to Manuel) HONOURABLE MENTIONS Elephant Stone – I See You Sam Lee, Elizabeth Frazer – The Moon Shines Bright Priscilla Ermel – Martim Pescador Rheinzand – Blind Dogleg – Fox The Flaming Lips, Deap Lips – Home Thru Hell The Heliocentrics – Hanging By A Thread Midwife – 2018 Chicano Batman – Color My life Trace Mountains – Rock & Roll Peach Pit – Shampoo Bottles Buscabulla – Vámono Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever – Cars In Space Jess Williamson – Wind on Tin Thiago Nassif, Arto Lindsay – Plástico The Vacant Lots – Endless Rain Nubya Garcia – Stand With Each Other (Feat. Ms MAURICE, Cassie Kinoshi, & Richie Seivwright) Juanita Stein – L.O.T.F. Carlton Melton – Waylay Paul McCartney – Long Tailed Winter Bird

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ROHBITW TV, Lowell 6/24

If you don't realize that there may be some inadvertent SPOILERS here, I don't know what to tell you.

Not a recap. Just chatty.

Doubtless many references to NXT Lowell, considering it was the first time I & sometime rasslin' compatriot Badger had gone to an event together since and it was in the same place.

Also it tickled me that Mark the mark had made a reference to us being there in the same place at the same time again, so WHAT STARTLING TITLE CHANGES WOULD OCCUR?!!

So it had been A. WEEK. for me. Let me be clear, I love my stressy job, I love where I live. There had just been too much needless fuckery -- not, indeed, that fuckery is generally needful by nature. My boss was all "wow, you got so upset you started shaking," which you may be sure did not make me self-conscious AT ALL. I would have preferred to have met Marty Scurll after I was done having a meltdown, BUT THERE WE WERE.

Ran out of work on fire an hour early. (D'ya think I could get a religious exemption or sumpin'? Yknow, "mocking worship at the altar of the squared circle"? It hasn't previously come up, suggestions appreciated.) Poor Badger's ears filled not just with lemme ketch-ya-up on this stuff but here is who I am sending anthrax to next week (note to any interested intelligence agencies: I am not, in fact, sending out anthrax to anybody. BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE THIS PRETEND COMFORT AWAY FROM MEEEEE).

As a side note, it occurs to me that maybe I don't get to make the judgment "wow, rasslers have a weird job," considering that I do too. Just with a lot less travel & kicks to the head.

I was so sadface not to be in Lowell this time last year, but srsly, I and Badger were both so skint last year as it was aaaand had spent the $$$ on NXT. So, alas. Schedules & varying ability to drive (I cannot) also meant no PPV this year. Saturday's the best day of the week anyway!

It was my intention to meet an IPA, Marty, and the Young Bucks, in that order. The very charming young lady in the Cheeseburger shirt (I believe next seen mugging him while wearing a cheeseburger hat -- no, seriously, she had a plush cheeseburger on her head) approached and asked what we were looking for. I said "Beer, and Marty's line." She pointed, "Beer is all the way around the other side," then pointed where I was standing and said "and Marty's line is here." "Oh. Uhh." Look, it was confusing, what with everybody and their dog lined up to meet Cody. Let it be noted that Marty was perfectly lovely and ended approximately every sentence with "luv."

Finally got a beer & my breath, while telling Badger what I stated for the Chyna documentary that is going to have people wanting to come to my house to beat me up. Now is a good time to mention that Dalton & the Boys were actually all dolled up for their portion of the meet & greet, because about then they came swanning down the hall towards the backstage equivalent. That was awesome enough, made more awesome by the incredulous reaction of the cheerful chubby guy across the hall.

"Did I just-?!"

"Yes. Yes you did."

"Did they just-?!"

"Yes. Yes they did. You know... just hangin' out of a Saturday afternoon... I mean, I know that's what I wear around the house..."

(All three were extremely generous with their time & attention throughout the day.)

We finally went the rest of the way inside and everybody was given a Superkick Party 2 DVD. Whaaaaaaat? THANKS! It really strongly needs to be noted that NXT could learn A LOT about how to light this building from ROH. Then we had to get sad and mourn all the glorious lost footage that the WWE is probably too vain ever to show us. Mainly we really REALLY want to see Ciampa vs His-Name-Was-Girard-That-Night again because it was fucking amazing. Dammit!

Speaking of which, I asked Badger "Is that the same kid sitting in the same seat who was LOSING HIS GODDAM MIND when Balor lost the belt?" (While I've always been fuzzy about this kid's gender, I became clear quickly that this was the same kid. Henceforth known as Fat Kid.)

(That's the one)

Then we are told that we will be filming four episodes, also Women of Honor. OH. Oh, my. "What the fuck'm I gonna watch for the next four weeks?!" I demanded, laughing. (Okay really we know the answer to that...) So you know, we were there for siiiiiix hoooouuuurs.

Furthermore, we are all invited to 'upgrade' our seats to face the hard cam. Badger has a good point that if I'd had signs I'd probably be all over that, but I prefer the better view. Cheerful chubby guy is one of the first on it (I'm telling you, I love this guy).

Being that this was the Bataan Death March of spectatorhood -- except, yknow, not in a bad way -- I need to cut the shit on being quite so chatty. If you just want to know what happened, that's easy enough to find out. If you want to get some feel for what it might have been like were you there, I'm your girl. Also, we started having to get super strategic about breaks -- tho as I murmured to Badger at one point "I desperately need to pee, but I am GODDAMNED if I am going to do it during a women's match."

SOME STUFF:

We got some really excellent promo stuff, particularly from Daniels and Cody (as is only proper). Daniels was very up in our shit about loving Bullet Club. "mmmm are we having a bit of a worked shoot?" queried I. "ehh, ehh, I hope the Young Bucks say 'SUCK IT' to me," sez Daniels. "IT'S DAMN TRUE," yell I. Cody got ALL THE LAHV. He eventually said something along the lines -- considering nobody was permitting him to speak -- of "we can do this all night, if you like. Yknow they're gonna edit this, right...?" I told Badger that I've just been really happy that Cody seems so much happier. I mean, sucking chest wound because of WORST CLUB EVER -- that's losing a parent, not Bullet Club, so's ya knows -- but generally in life. Daniels was all "I didn't see that any of you guys were cradling his balls when he was STARDUST!"

Fat Kid was impossible to ignore, tho folks did initially try (at least while on camera). If he had a thought, he yelled it. He was weirdly obsessed with the rip in the shirt of one of the camera guys, it was in his ARMPIT HOLE. Eventually there was a mass decision of FUCK IT. While he was abusing Daniels in particular, Daniels came over to yell "you've never won anything in your LIFE, fat boy!" While I myself would not enjoy this, FK was in his glory. No, seriously, best day evah. (It occurs to me that I really ought to write about the weirdly adversarial relationship between shall we say performers & observers.)

Is FK the Boston-area equivalent of Izzy...? More obnoxiousness, far fewer tears...? It may be so.

I was rilly, rilly happy to see Motor City Machine Guns, who are on the (the) elite list of those who I would watch when I wasn't otherwise watching rasslin (a story of its own).

Rarely have I heard so much primarily soprano cheering since the early Hardyz (OK EdjanChrischun too) as there was for the women's matches. This both ruled and didn't. Srsly guys, are you gonna deny this shit is awesome?! If so, you are cordially invited to suck my dick.

Quoth Badger of Kris Wolf, "The tail was killin' me."

"Oh I get it. If she weren't so EARNEST, I don't know that I'd be in. But she has WHISKERS, for cryin' out loud!!"

(Also I adored that some people were doing little howls for her.)

There were occasional, scattered, funny but sad "awkward silence" chants. These were outright sad when during Martinez's entrance. Ooooouuuuch.

When the crowd would yell "twoooooo" after a near fall, some people started chirping "sweet!" Guy next to me groused "Oh great, we're gonna be hearing that all night." Said guy is a sourpuss. Yet said grousing guy is wearing a Bullet Club shirt. OTAY.

There was a super-friendly Australian (?) ambassador to the smoking patio engaging pretty much each and every one of us in conversation. We had to talk about my shirt.

"What, you haven't heard of Panda Panda, wrestling panda...? Shockingly agile in the ring, easily distracted by bamboo shoots...?"

"Do they have that shirt here today?"

"?!! Noooooo. Really, I just didn't want to leave anybody out."

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"So are you with the show?"

“HAH yeahno."

"I'm pretty sure if I ask you, you have to tell me. Like with cops."

"I am positive that's not true. Nor with cops. Also, I'm not."

A fellow who was, shall we say, more petite than Cody came out, wearing a ginormous new Cody shirt.

"Cody gave me this shirt!!!"

Story that ensued was that Cody came out, wearing this shirt, and threw it but it hit the announcers' table. This guy asked for somebody to throw it to him, and somebody did. This is not, strictly speaking, my own personal definition of "Cody gave this to me," but I was weirdly charmed.

......Have I mentioned that there were twooooooo (sweet!) meet & greets? Cos there were. Badger mentioned that Senor Ray was not as large as he'd thought he'd be. None of this kind of thing had ever occurred to me before (but let us be fair, that happens a lot). I said "welllll when I got a picture with him [and D'Von] he was seated. Also [SHRUGGY MCSHRUGPANTS] I've met a lot of wrestlers smaller than me." To be fair, I am a strappin' lass -- the Medium-Sized Red Machine, if you will -- and certainly taller than Badger. Also I don't give a fuck about anything other than "are you awesome & can you rassle?" Allow me to be clear: for ex., Guerrero was TEENY (and all heart).

Marty took part in a match that had us peeing our pants. Badger laughed, "Okay I LOVE this guy, he's a great heel." But I am not the sort to say I TOLD YOU SO. Newp.

Speaking of peeing, entertained that at ONE OF THE FEW TIMES I had company in the bathroom -- srsly that amuses me in and of itself, and I darkly loved that at NXT Boston the boys, for a change, had a serious line whereas I was able to swan right in & right out -- I suspected that this meant there was a match on that I myself might not much care about. This happened to be true.

Silas kept coming out with a sign that it had been ___ days since Jay Lethal had been in the workplace. Certain people kept yelling "IT'S BEEN ONE! DAY!" which was kind of funny, but also a dick move. Look dude, no one thinks you think it's true, no need to prove it. Work with us here.

Got beaned with a mostly-rolled streamer, it was inevitable. I told Badger "Clearly, we are the only LARPers here, cos not that many people understand how to throw a streamer."

Digression: so after NXT Lowell, this girl bummed a cigarette off of me, then inquired:

"So who did you guys come here to see?"

This was such a novel concept to me! Rilly, there are people who go to all this bother, and it isn't "mostly everybody" but instead is just one person or two...?

"Mostly everybody. Well... not 'which one's Dawson, which one's Dash,' haha... not the Drifter... for cryin' out loud not MOJO, but he was pretty good tonight."

With that said, what better way to end an evening than with a hearty FUCK THE REVIVAL?

(This still makes me giggle every time. I know I will reach saturation, but for now I am still giggling.)

On the way home, Badger was all "SWEET CHEESES. I agreed to let you treat me cos I thought it was gonna be like THIRTY DOLLARS!"

"I DON'T MESS AROUND."

#ROHBITW NXTLowell the elite the the elite Imma Scurll Girl K ROH FUCK THE REVIVAL

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Name: Luna Lowell Meaning: Luna=moon, Lowell= little/young wolf Age: 24 Nationality: Norwegian Species: Human Blood Status: pure-blood Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: straight

Bio: Born and raised in Norway. Fluent in Norwegian, Danish, Swedish, French and English. She went to Durmstrang, and during her stay she got more and more obsessed with Grindelwald. She decided she wanted to join him when she graduated. She’s and animagus, and her animal is a big, black tundra wolf. Her senses, like smell and hearing, is extremely good, and she’s and expert at tracing down people and objects. She’s also sneaky and quiet, and can lure up to basically everything. She is also mastering dark arts, potions and some wand less magic. These things made her interesting for Grindelwald, who let her join him. She mostly do work like tracking down people, and either kills them or bring them back. As a wolf she can walk for days tracking, and she never fails. She also gets other tasks, sometimes with other fanatics, but she prefer to work alone.

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Personality: both shy and outgoing, depends on the situation and the people around her. A bit twisted in her head, like, crazy. Because she’s kind of small, she feels the need to sometimes act tougher than she is, which often gets her in trouble.

Likes: -snow and cold weather -forests and darkness -running in the forest -Hunting -doing everything she’s told to, to please her leader -being by herself

Dislikes: -warm weather -others telling her what to do -basically annoying people

Appearance: -Height: 163 cm -Skin Tone: pale -Eye Color: Blue-grey ish -Hair Description: dark;

Home Place: Norway Residence: America Loyalty: Grindelwald Organizations: Grindelwald fanatics

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Let the flowers live! – Mehmet Murat Ildan • Don’t wait until people are dead to give them flowers. – Sean Covey • each separate flower has a magic all its own. – Myrtle Reed • Earth laughs in flowers. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • Even if you think the Big Bang created the stars, don’t you wonder who sent the flowers? – Robert Breault • Even in a minute instance, it is best to look first to the main tendencies of Nature. A particular flower may not be dead in early winter, but the flowers are dying; a particular pebble may never be wetted with the tide, but the tide is coming in. To the scientific eye all human history is a series of collective movements, destructions or migrations, like the massacre of flies in winter or the return of birds in spring. – Gilbert K. Chesterton • Every flower about a house certifies to the refinement of somebody. Every vine climbing and blossoming tells of love and joy – Robert Green Ingersoll • Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature. – Gerard De Nerval • Every soul is to be cherished, every flower is to bloom. – Alice Walker • Flowers always have it – poise, completion, fulfillment, perfection . . . – Anne Morrow Lindbergh • Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul. – Luther Burbank • Flowers are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out values all the utilities of the world. If dandelions were hard to grow, they would be most welcome on any lawn. – Andrew Mason • Flowers are as common in the country as people are in London. – Oscar Wilde • Flowers are happy things. – P. G. Wodehouse • Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts. – Sigmund Freud • Flowers are the beautiful hieroglyphics of nature with which she indicates how much she loves us. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • Flowers are the Romeos and the Juliets of the nature! – Mehmet Murat Ildan • Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into. – Henry Ward Beecher • Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow. – Antonio Porchia • Flowers feed the soul. – Nazr Mohammed • Flowers grow out of dark moments. – Corita Kent • Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others are plain, honest and upright, like the broad faced sunflower and the hollyhock. – Henry Ward Beecher • Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. 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Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant! – Edward Abbey • Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes – every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves its impress upon the soul of man. – Orison Swett Marden • From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity. – Edvard Munch • Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its fragrance on the desert air. – Jane Austen • Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. – James Joyce • Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune’s bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all. – John Greenleaf Whittier • Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.- Walt Whitman • God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars. – Martin Luther • Gold is the gift of vanity and common pride, but flowers are the gift of love and friendship. – Franz Grillparzer • Gratitude is a flower that blooms in noble souls. – Pope Francis • Happiness is the natural flower of duty. – Phillips Brooks • Happiness radiates like the fragrance from a flower, and draws all good things toward you. – Maharishi Mahesh Yogi • He is happiest who hath power to gather wisdom from a flower. – Mary Howitt • He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered a fortunate person, but his good fortune is small compared to that of the happy mortal who enters this world with a passion for flowers in his soul. – Celia Thaxter • Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers. – Robert Green Ingersoll • I always notice flowers. – Andy Warhol • I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.- Claude Monet • I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty. – Georgia O’Keeffe • I hate flowers – I paint them because they’re cheaper than models and they don’t move. – Georgia O’Keeffe • I hold no preference among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. – Edward Abbey • I hope some day to meet God, because I want to thank Him for the flowers. – Robert Breault • I like to be bought flowers and taken out for dinner. I like a man to be a gentleman. I don’t like to be treated as if I am brainless. I like to be respected and to give respect. – Sharon Stone • I must have flowers, always, and always. – Claude Monet • I named all my children after flowers. There’s Lillie and Rose and my son, Artificial. – Bert Williams • I paint flowers so they will not die. – Frida Kahlo • I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers. – Claude Monet • I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers. – Helen Keller • I sent my flowers across the hall to Mrs Nixon but her husband remembered what a Democrat I am and sent them back. – Bette Davis • I smile like a flower not only with my lips but with my whole being. – Rumi • I take care of my flowers and my cats. And enjoy food. And that’s living. – Ursula Andress • I wanted to know the name of every stone and flower and insect and bird and beast. I wanted to know where it got its color, where it got its life – but there was no one to tell me. – George Washington Carver • I was born on a farm. My strength has nothing to do with political apparatus. I get my strength from nature, from flowers. – Ariel Sharon • I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one. – Edna St. Vincent Millay • I’d go without food if I could have a flower. – Caryl Churchill • I’d never been in play long enough for the flowers to die in the dressing room – Mercedes McCambridge • If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness. – Therese of Lisieux • If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever. – Alfred Lord Tennyson • If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give. – George MacDonald • If there were nothing else to trouble us, the fate of the flowers would make us sad. – John Lancaster Spalding • If we make our goal to live a life of compassion and unconditional love, then the world will indeed become a garden where all kinds of flowers can bloom and grow. – Elisabeth Kubler-Ross • If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a moment. – Georgia O’Keeffe • If you think squash is a competitive activity, try flower arranging. – Alan Bennett • If you want to know what it means to be happy, look at a flower, a bird, a child; they are perfect images of the kingdom. For they live from moment to moment in the eternal now with no past and no future. – Anthony de Mello • If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom? – Khalil Gibran • I’m an introvert… I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky. – Audrey Hepburn • In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends. – Okakura Kakuzo • In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers. – Lucretius • It’s all about creation and surprise. It just needs to be appreciated and watered like flowers. You have to water flowers. These peaks will come again. – Sonny Rollins • It’s so clear that you have to cherish everyone. I think that’s what I get from these older black women, that every soul is to be cherished, that every flower Is to bloom. – Alice Walker • I’ve always had an inquisitive mind about everything from flowers to television sets to motor cars. Always pulled them apart – couldn’t put ’em back, but always extremely interested in how things work. – Craig Johnston • Just as a flower which seems beautiful and has color but no perfume, so are the fruitless words of the man who speaks them but does them not. – John Dewey • Just imagine becoming the way you used to be as a very young child, before you understood the meaning of any word, before opinions took over your mind. The real you is loving, joyful, and free. The real you is just like a flower, just like the wind, just like the ocean, just like the sun. – Miguel Angel Ruiz • Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. – Hans Christian Andersen • Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. – Oscar Wilde • Keep the child within alive. A child never tires of hearing the birds sing, never gets bored looking at flowers. – Mata Amritanandamayi • Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow • Let a hundred flowers bloom, let a hundred schools of thought contend. – Mao Zedong • Let a hundred flowers bloom. – Mao Zedong • Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair. – Susan Polis Schutz • Life is the flower for which love is the honey. – Victor Hugo • Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air. – Georges Bernanos • Look at a tree, a flower, a plant. Let your awareness rest upon it. How still they are, how deeply rooted in Being. Allow nature to teach you stillness. – Eckhart Tolle • Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. – William Shakespeare • Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside. – Honore de Balzac • Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same. – Helen Keller • Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; Love is a flower, you’ve got to let it grow. – John Lennon • Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration. – D. H. Lawrence • Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow. – John Lennon • Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons – Khalil Gibran • Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer’s year. It brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul. – Billy Graham • Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower. – William C. Bryant • Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love. – Stevie Wonder • Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it – Ralph Waldo Emerson • Money is a powerful aphrodisiac but flowers work almost as well. – Robert A. Heinlein • Much education today is monumentally ineffective. All too often we are giving young people cut flowers when we should be teaching them to grow their own plants. – John W. Gardner • Natural beauty is essentially temporary and sad, hence the impression of obscene mockery which artificial flowers give us. – John Updike • Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven’t time, and to see takes time – like to have a friend takes time. – Georgia O’Keeffe • Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness. – Conor Oberst • One of the most attractive things about the flowers is their beautiful reserve. – Henry David Thoreau • Our national flower is the concrete cloverleaf. – Lewis Mumford • People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us. – Iris Murdoch • People give flowers as present because flowers contain true meaning of love. Anyone who tries to posses a flower will have to watch its beauty fading. But if you simply look at a flower in the field, you’ll keep it forever. That is what the forest taught me. That you will never be mine, and that is why i will never lose you. – Paulo Coelho • Perfumes are the feelings of flowers. – Heinrich Heine • Pick a flower on Earth and you move the farthest star. – Paul Dirac • Plant flowers in others’ gardens and your life becomes a bouquet! Submitted by Lisa Letto, Coordinator, Nutrition Resource and Volunteer Centre, College of Pharmacy and Nutrition, University of Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, Canada I slept and I dreamed that life is all joy, I woke and I saw that life is all service. I served and I saw that service is joy. – Rabindranath Tagore • Pluck not the wayside flower; It is the traveler’s dower. – William Allingham • Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder. – Rumi • Reading music is like listening to flowers. I don’t understand the concept. – Paul Westerberg • Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get. – H. Jackson Brown, Jr. • Send me flowers while I’m alive. They won’t do me a damn bit of good after I’m dead. – Joan Crawford • Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage. – e. e. cummings • Sow a seed and the earth will yield you a flower. Dream your dream to the sky and it will bring you your beloved. – Khalil Gibran • Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet. – Jeremy Bentham • Sweet April showers do spring May flowers. – Thomas Tusser • The advice I am giving always to all my students is above all to study the music profoundly… music is like the ocean, and the instruments are little or bigger islands, very beautiful for the flowers and trees. – Andres Segovia • The Amen of nature is always a flower. – Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. • The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms, Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him. – Auguste Rodin • The cloning of humans is on most of the lists of things to worry about from Science, along with behaviour control, genetic engineering, transplanted heads, computer poetry and the unrestrained growth of plastic flowers. – Lewis Thomas • The fact that I can plant a seed and it becomes a flower, share a bit of knowledge and it becomes another’s, smile at someone and receive a smile in return, are to me continual spiritual exercises. – Leo Buscaglia • The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure. – D. H. Lawrence • The flower doesn’t dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes. – Mark Nepo • The flower has opened, has been in the sun and is unafraid. I’m taking more chances; I’m bold and proud. – Paula Cole • The flower in the vase smiles, but no longer laughs. – Malcolm De Chazal • The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. – Jean Giraudoux • The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all. – Walt Disney • The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly. – William Wordsworth • The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous. – Rabindranath Tagore • The flowers are Nature’s jewels, with whose wealth she decks her summer beauty. – George Croly • The heart is like a flower. Unless it is open, it cannot release its fragrance into the world. – Rajneesh • The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee. – Emily Dickinson • The mind can go in a thousand directions, but on this beautiful path, I walk in peace. With each step, the wind blows. With each step, a flower blooms. – Nhat Hanh • The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers. – Nhat Hanh • The nature of this flower is to bloom. – Alice Walker • The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower. – William C. Bryant • The silence of a flower: a kind of silence which we continually evade, of which we find only the shadow in dreams. – Vicki Lewis Thompson • The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition. – Honore de Balzac • The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness. – Therese of Lisieux • The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. – Matsuo Basho • There are always flowers for those who want to see them. – Henri Matisse • There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof. – Jean Paul • There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon. – Matsuo Basho • There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation’s braggart lords. – John Muir • These flowers are like the pleasures of the world. – William Shakespeare • These stars of earth, these golden flowers. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow • This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet – William Shakespeare • Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower. – William Wordsworth • ‘Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes! – William Wordsworth • To be beautiful means to be yourself.You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself. When you are born a lotus flower, be a beautiful lotus flower, don’t try to be a magnolia flower. If you crave acceptance and recognition and try to change yourself to fit what other people want you to be, you will suffer all your life. True happiness and true power lie in understanding yourself, accepting yourself, having confidence in yourself. – Nhat Hanh • To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat. – Beverley Nichols • To create a little flower is the labour of ages. – William Blake • To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. – William Wordsworth • To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower. – William Blake To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. – William Blake True education flowers at the point when delight falls in love with responsibility. – Philip Pullman • True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long. – Marcus Tullius Cicero • Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk? – Alice Walker • We grow like flowers, and bear desire, the odor of the human flowers. – Richard Henry Stoddard • We have much to hope from the flowers. – Arthur Conan Doyle We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls. – Mother Teresa • We were born to die and we die to live. As seedlings of God, we barely blossom on earth; we fully flower in heaven. – Russell M. Nelson • Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them. – A. A. Milne • Well pleaseth me the sweet time of Easter. That maketh the leaf and the flower come out. – Bertran de Born • What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. – George Eliot • What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable. – Joseph Addison • When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art. – Paul Cezanne • When Louis XIV assumed the reins of government France suddenly and wonderfully came to her maturity; it was as if the whole nation had burst into splendid flower. – Lytton Strachey • When the Christians, upon these occasions, received martyrdom, they were ornamented, and crowned with garlands of flowers; for which they, in heaven, received eternal crowns of glory. – John Foxe • When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited. – Ramakrishna • When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not. – Georgia O’Keeffe • Where flowers bloom so does hope. – Lady Bird Johnson • Where flowers degenerate man cannot live. – Napoleon Bonaparte • Who sows a field, or trains a flower, Or plants at tree, is more than all. – John Greenleaf Whittier • With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy. – Lope de Vega • With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears. – John Milton • With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy? – Oscar Wilde • You can crush the flowers, but you can’t stop the spring. – Pablo Neruda • You have it in your power to make your days on Earth a path of flowers, instead of a path of thorns. – Sathya Sai Baba • You have to appreciate every single day that you’re alive. Life is a little bit like a garden – you have to find time to plant the seeds for beautiful flowers to grow. – Oscar de la Renta • You have to water the flowers you want to grow. – Stephen Covey • You’re only here for a short visit. Don’t hurry, don’t worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way. – Walter Hagen

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Essay代写：Contemporary American literature

下面为大家整理一篇优秀的essay代写范文- Contemporary American literature，供大家参考学习，这篇论文讨论了美国当代文学。虽然美国文学的历史不长，但发展非常快。自20世纪以来，美国当代文学在世界上的影响越来越大。美国当代文学始于第二次世界大战后，战后美国的政治和社会发生了巨大的变化，渐渐走向一个分歧与反常的时代。美国文学也以各种不同的方式遵循这一发展过程，各个流派的文学作品以不同的角度描绘出美国现代社会万花筒般的世界。这个时期的美国文学璀璨夺目，但又光怪陆离，无奇不有。

The history of American literature is not long, but it develops rapidly. Since the 20th century, it has been exerting more and more influence in the world, especially in the contemporary American literature. It is generally believed that contemporary American literature began after World War II. After the war, great changes have taken place in the politics and society of the United States. American literature also follows this development process in a variety of different ways. Various genres of literature depict the kaleidoscope world of modern American society from different perspectives. The American literature of this period is dazzling, but also strange and varied.

After World War II ended in 1945, despite the victory of the Allies, the holocaust and the use of atomic bombs by the nazis made it difficult for the American public to shake off the fear and anxiety brought by the war. The cold war of the 1950s and McCarthyism, which persecuted intellectuals, further heightened tensions. Because of the use of the atomic bomb, people felt uneasy about the successful hydrogen bomb test in the 1950s, the man-made satellite launch and other technological revolution and scientific achievements, and doubted that technological progress could not benefit mankind. After the 1960s, a series of political events such as the anti-war movement, civil rights movement and feminist movement of the American people, coupled with the increasingly serious population explosion and environmental pollution, made people's thoughts more active and chaotic. In general, after the World War II, in the eyes of American writers, the "American dream" has been turned into a nightmare. The democratic ideal, the individual pursuit, the religious belief no longer exists. The traditional moral concept and value system have lost their function. Modern people have lost contact with history, no future and future, and can not communicate with others thoughts and feelings, can only be in the dilemma of loneliness and alienation forever. This was reflected in literature, which produced the "beat generation" of writers in the 1950s who rejected all culture and values. After the 1960s, both novels and poems took human alienation as the theme, and used exaggerated techniques and absurd plots to express human predicament. "Black humor", absurd theatre and other schools have emerged.

Generally speaking, there are three characteristics of American novels after the World War II. The first characteristic is that the protagonists of the new novels do not believe in any political principles, social ideals, religious doctrines or moral standards, but they feel deeply sorry and uneasy about losing them all. They try to escape from reality but always wander aimlessly in search of something that is not entirely clear. The most typical work is on the road by kerouac, a representative writer of the beat generation in the 1950s. Secondly, humor has a new meaning in modern novels. In the eyes of a writer, the world and everything in it are absurd, grotesque and unreasonable. Life on earth is extremely absurd. Thus, they try to reproduce the chaotic and elusive reality by means of grotesque, fantasy and exaggeration. Their protagonists are crazy. This painful reality is reflected by extreme irony, and humor turns into hysterical orgies of tearful laughter. The representative work of "black humor" is heller's catch-23. Other famous black humorists include buzz and pynchon. Third, the search for self becomes the most important theme of novels in this period. Writers are asking questions about the nature of the self, trying to figure out who I am. ", "what is the nature of man? And so on, but often without a conclusion. The most typical work is the invisible man by the black writer ellison.

The 1960s saw the emergence of a new type of "nonfiction", also known as "news-style fiction", which mixes facts and speculation, based on socially sensational events, with writers' own observations and imaginations. Capote's "murder," published in 1966, was the first nonfiction novel.

In terms of poetry, a group of young writers and poets emerged, who opposed American culture and value system with their decadent and indulgent lives and counter-traditional literary forms, forming the "beat generation" literature that was once famous. They use loose structure and a lot of silly language in their poems. The representative poet of this movement is ginsberg, whose poetry collection howl reflects the American youth's disillusionment with the capitalist society and their pursuit of excitement to numb their emotions and the anarchist thought against all authority. Influenced by British poet Blake and American poets Whitman and Williams, ginsberg adopts a free verse style with long lines, full of passion and imagination.

The poetry of "beat generation" changed the face of post-war poetry and made it begin to have a strong personal autobiography. Personal life events, such as insanity, sex, divorce, alcoholism, all became subjects of poetry. Lowell's portrait of life is a set of autobiographical poems about a poet's life experiences and psychological changes that set the precedent for "confessional poetry."

The poetry of this period was also strongly political. Lowell angrily protested the war with Vietnam; Rich championed feminism; the black poetess Brooks supported the black liberation movement; The black poet leroy Jones went further, using the slogan "black power". He even adopted the new African name of imam qiongkamila baraka to show he had abandoned his former self.

In drama, after World War II, the United States appeared four excellent playwrights: inge, Williams, miller and albie. Inge is good at describing the frustration of the little guy, and his works are full of symbolism, but not enough depth. Representative works include "come back, xiaoxi bar" and "picnic", etc.; Williams mainly describes the decline of the south, the frustration and pain of ordinary people, the difficulty of pursuing happiness. He wrote many works in his life, the most famous are "car pick up by desire", "glass zoo" and "cat on a hot tin roof"; Miller was one of the most famous American dramatists of the postwar period, making his name with the social morality play all my sons, but his death of a salesman is universally recognized as one of the best plays of the postwar period. Lohman, the protagonist, pursued the American dream of success and happiness all his life, but he never achieved it. Miller proves, through lohman and his disillusionment with the American dream, that ordinary people can be tragic. Moreover, purgatory mercilessly exposes and satirizes McCarthyism that persecutes leftists. Scripts like "after the fall" and "the price" suggest that miller is versatile in subject matter and technique; another outstanding playwright was albie, whose famous works include the zoo story, the American dream, who's afraid of Virginia Wolf, etc. Albee USES symbols, metaphors, exaggerations and other almost surrealistic techniques to describe the American society. The themes are often the disillusionment of the American dream, the loneliness of people and the difficulties in pursuing the essence of oneself.

The above analysis of contemporary American literature "is like writing a brief guidebook for a continent. You can only mark the important places and draw lines to give a general outline of the most complicated scenic spots." In addition, with the development of information and open mind, American contemporary literature will continue to undergo new changes and emerge new literary trends, so as to make it richer and more healthy and develop forward.

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Willie Dixon

William James "Willie"��Dixon (July 1, 1915 – January 29, 1992) was an American blues musician, vocalist, songwriter, arranger and record producer. A Grammy Award winner who was proficient on both the upright bass and the guitar and as a vocalist, he is perhaps best known as one of the most prolific songwriters of his time. Next to Muddy Waters, Dixon is recognized as the most influential person in shaping the post–World War II sound of the Chicago blues.

Biography

Early life

Adulthood

Pinnacle of career

In December 1964, the Rolling Stones reached No. 1 on the UK Singles Chart with their cover of Dixon's "Little Red Rooster".

Dixon's health deteriorated increasingly during the 1970s and the 1980s, primarily as a result of long-term diabetes. Eventually one of his legs was amputated.

Dixon was inducted into the Blues Hall of Fame in 1980, at the inaugural session of the Blues Foundation's ceremony. In 1989 he received a Grammy Award for his album Hidden Charms.

Death and legacy

The actor and comedian Cedric the Entertainer portrayed Dixon in Cadillac Records, a 2008 film based on the early history of Chess Records.

Tributes

The Canadian rock musician Tom Cochrane wrote the song "Willie Dixon Said", which is included on his 1999 album X-Ray Sierra.

Bob Dylan credited Dixon for the music of the song "My Wife's Hometown" on his album Together Through Life and gave special thanks to Dixon's estate.

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