#followed by massive hamburgers

[girlvinland]

I have my first actual date date with a woman next weekend (that isn’t just like. Friends hanging out and it being that weird space in-between/where there’s some intimacy but you’re not really a thing lol idk iykyk).

For the record, I’m still not really wanting to like, start up some new long-term thing right now, but I really wanted to meet people and put myself out there/practice dating after so long and everything, especially since aspects of this are new to me and I want to learn to do the pursuing rather than just waiting around for someone to pursue me. I feel like it will be good to build up my confidence with stuff like that.

But yeah, this girl has been really cool to talk to, so I just went for it and asked her, and now we have plans next Saturday! I feel proud of myself and excited to hang out with her.

[crepesuzette2023]

Only asking if you wanna and have time to do it. No worries if you don't but asking anyway because it would be so helpful. I find it a bit difficult because I'm new. Maybe you've done this before and can add linkto that. Please.

My ask is if you could make a list of McLennon fics on AO3.

A list of favorites. (fan favourites or popular fic writers in the fandom)

A list of finished fics with lots of smut.

A list of fics that is very realistic in the Beatle lore/quite possible/likely to have happend.

A list of uncanon/not likely/ John's still alive, reunion of the Beatles etc.

A list of your own and or own favorites.

Thank you!

Thanks for the ask, Anon!

I recommended some fics in the past, it’s true, but it’s been a while. This is a chance to mention some stories I read & loved since then. (I’ll also link to the older recs, so you can check them out as well.)

(This is long, so I'm editing this to insert a break)

But first there's this:

A list of favorites. (fan favourites or popular fic writers in the fandom)

I can’t speak for the fandom as a whole, because everyone’s taste is different. What I can do is name some stories I personally love, and that are also beloved by many others.

These fics have probably been recced many times, including by me—and for a reason: they’re excellent.

Also: all of these writers have many great fics. The stories below are just entry points to their work.

• On the Way to Work by @roundthatcorner. (Paul gets a job after Hamburg.)

• Lifting Latches/Sending Postcards by ThinkPink20. (Early Days. Paul and John swap clothes.)

• Now and then (there’s a fool such as I) by @stonedlennon. (The trip to Caversham.)

• Six hours in August by @stonedlennon. (John and Paul meet in NYC in 1976.)

• Bird Passing Through by @savageandwise. (John is tripping and visiting Paul after his moped accident.)

• I was a younger man then (now) (post hoc) by @fingersfallingupwards. (McLennon as The Time Traveller’s Wife.)

• baby, it’s all relative by @pauls1967moustache. (Early John and Paul and daddy issues.)

• but still they lead me back by @revollver. Paul remembers the moment when John asked him, do you like me?

• Double Fantasy by @javelinbk. John and Paul’s (modern) Flower Shop AU.

• The Same as it Ever Was by RedheadAmongWolves. John and Paul through the eyes of the newsagent.

• The First Year by candle_beck. Still feeling the reverberations of this one in my bones years after reading.

• Portrait of the Artist by @scurator. (John and Paul take sexy pictures…to sell them for money. For no other reason.)

• Kissing the Blarney by @zilabee. Paul is the Beatles’ talisman. (This is magical realism at its best.)

• Smutlets by @unchaineddaisychain. (Don’t let the flippant name deceive you: this is a massive collection of shorter and longer fics across many genres, eras, and themes. There’s something in there for everyone!)

• The Cat by @merseydreams. Post Beatles break-up. Paul thinks John has a new boyfriend. He has thoughts about this.

And, of course, my personal favorite of all time, my desert island, gold-disc-for-space, “printed it all to make sure I won’t lose it when The Internet™ is gone”: I Need You Darlin’ (So Come Go With Me) by @beatlessideblog. Omegaverse version of John and Paul’s love story (do not scroll away!), with Paul being the alpha. I keep saying this, but it’s fantastic how the writer combines omegaverse ideas with late 50’s/ early 60’s Liverpool. Novel length plus 9 extras, what can I say. We are all blessed.

A list of finished fics with lots of smut.

Here are some recent smutty favorites. (Below are links to older smutty recs!)

• Loops by @dailyhowl. Sgt. Pepper’s era. John and Paul create tape loops of themselves during sex.

• just to make me misbehave by @dykebeatles. 1967. Paul and John have sex before, during, and after the Sgt. Pepper’s launch party.

• Lonely Hearts Column by @unchaineddaisychain. Modern AU, middle-aged composer Paul and younger artist John, and a lovely night followed by the sweetest breakfast.

• Ask the Glass by @unchaineddaisychain: Young John and Paul, and two séances.

• Put A Spell on You by @eveepe. Help! Era. The size difference between Smaul and John works very well for both of them.

• monkey’s paw by @ameliepoulain. Repressed tension and catharsis during the Japan leg of the  ’66 tour.

• lift up your heart and sing you a song by @wronglennon. Sex during the making Magical Mystery Tour. Paul wears the white suit.

• it’s good to touch by @pondpossum. Smutty mclennon art!

• The Look of You by @ohjohnnysblog. Paul is fisting John.

• the chronicles of trying to keep quiet and almost getting caught by lazydaisychain. On tour, John and Paul are trying to make space for their love.

• Piston Engines (Shift to Overdrive) by SwishyNibblyNibbly. John and Paul join the Mile High club on the way to their first US visit. Also:

• NSFW favorites (Feb. 2024)

• What’s the most raunchiest, dirty, and just explicit Mclennon fic you’ve ever read? (March 28, 2024)

• Hi, I would love recs for mclennon fics dripping in sexual tension, like six hours in August by stonedlennon. It doesn't need to have explicit sexual content. Thank you! (March 6, 2024)

A list of fics that is very realistic in the Beatle lore/quite possible/likely to have happened.

I think that’s an interesting ask, to be honest. I’ll take this to mean stories that feel “in character” and are compliant with canon events as we know them—not stories presenting a plausible explanation/only possible version of events. (Subtle difference.)

Here are some fics I could think of that fit this description (more links at the end of this post, if interested) : Krankenstand by @savageandwise. John takes care of a sick Paul in Hamburg. Two Truths, and Two Lies by J_Deandra_j. John and Paul from 1965-67, based on four quotes.

the best of times, the worst of times by @crumblingcookies. John and Paul during the Beatles' 1964 visit to the British Embassy in Washington.

Someone Else Can Worry About Me... by @idontwanttospoiltheparty. Paul comforting, and being comforted, through the years.

in france, they kiss on main street by @orphanbeat. Paul is spiraling about John during their 1966 visit to Paris.

The Dream by monkberrymoon. Screenplay-format story centered on the Did you dream about me last night? scene in Get Back.

Transatlantic by @therealsaintscully. Don't let the incomplete chapter count distract you; the first two chapters each stand on their own. John and Paul are talking on the phone after the break-up.

and when i touch you by @forthlin. Early days. John and Paul notice the different size of their hands.

Huddersfield, 1963 by @dovetailjoints. The story behind the adorable 'boyfriends' photo.

The Sober Cannibal and the Drunken Christian (Anonymous). John and Paul wake up together in Paris.

(help me) get my feet back on the ground (ladeedahblue). The toboggan sandwich!

Unsaid in Studio Two by the Beatlefix. John and Paul yearn for each other as they work on Strawberry Fields Forever.

knows not where he's going to by @dovand. Liverpool days. Brian finds John in his office one morning.

See Us in the Real Life by RedHeadAmongWolves. Two EMI canteen workers observe the Beatles, and especially John and Paul, in the early days of their career.

Shooting Star by @pie-of-flames. Early days. John and Paul see a shooting star together.

Giving me the excitations by @backbenttulips. After the Pet Sounds listening party, Paul writes a song—while having sex with John.

Field-Boxing by @the-paper-apricot. Paul considers going back on tour.

all by design by @thegirlwiththeaxe. Early days. A smitten and determined Paul is plotting to sweep John off his feet at the fete.

A list of uncanon/not likely/ John's still alive, reunion of the Beatles etc.

Music save your mortal soul by @backbenttulips. (This writer is a specialist at middle-aged/old mclennon fix its! In this one, John persuades Paul, who he accuses of being a sell out, to go on a tour though the pubs...as The Nerk Twins.)

Leads Me To Your Door/The Four of Wands by @bluewater9. Gorgeous, real and warm two-parter about John and Paul in '89/'90: together, and on the brink of coming out...but not quite there yet.

And the fics listed here:

• Fics in which John is old and happy (Dec 8, 2024) ( this probably should have said middle-aged or old)

• mclennon fanfiction in which one or both of them is/are old (June 24, 2024)

• Old mclennon recommendations (2/2/2025)

A list of your own and/or own favorites.

Here are some Beatles fics I loved recently, with some space for non-mclennon.

John/Paul/Brian. Series (1963, 1967) by @scurator. Goes well with: Billet doux (Brian/Paul).

Paris, 1961 by whiteisthewarmestcolor. "A young Parisian woman meets two British musicians staying at the Montmartre hotel run by her family." I love this unusual outsider POV on John and Paul, and Beatles when they're famous...

cool about it by ohhamlet. After Hamburg. George and Jürgen, George and Paul.

a lesson in not caring by @javelinbk. John's thoughts and feelings during Paul's arrest in Japan. With a beautiful final chapter...

visionen christi by @dykebeatles. Hamburg. John has visions...Paul and George take care of him. The emergence of a tender trinity.

Lay, Lady, Lay by @aquarianshift. Paul and Jane, noble lady & stable hand role play.

love is a finder, always by @wronglennon. Instant all-time favorite. Hamburg: Paul and John and their demons are in love without knowing...until they do.

All Flesh is Weak by @thegirlwiththeaxe. 1967. Paul is a priest, John is a writer. They meet in grief, and make each other come alive. I love how warm and kind John is...!

She's not a girl who misses much by Anonymous. Yoko studies John and Paul.

half of what i say is meaningless, but i say it just to reach you by @pauls1967moustache. "CIA agent Tom Dawkins tries to decode Lennon/McCartney" — and finds himself. An awakening!

Oh Dear What Can I Do by @louiselux. 1966. John and Paul kiss on stage...and what happens after.

Your Song Will Fill the Air by Sminking: Strange days after Brian's death. India. And a happy ending? Unfinished, but hopefully finished soon. Dark and interesting.

i walked with you once upon a dream by @menlove. A Christmas Carol during he making of Magical Mystery Tour.

With a Little Help by @notgrungybitchin. 1967. John and Paul are such a couple during the Sgt. Pepper's photoshoot...

this boy would always feel the same by @adriennefrombrooklyn. 1975. Paul is divorced, and traveling to NYC with Robert Fraser. John, back with Yoko after the lost weekend, is jealous....

And finally:

• Here is a big blog post I made in December 2023 with my overall favorites in various categories at that point...

• Here are all my fic recs (many different asks) under the #fic recs tag on my blog

• Here are all my bookmarks on AO3

• And (since you asked) my own fics are here

Thanks again for asking, Anon, and I hope you find something in this huge mess of a post that you enjoy!

[revcnqe]

13. THE MUN. I live in Germany, Lower Saxony, and the next big city in my area is Hamburg. We say "Moin" here instead of good morning. I'm a child of the 90's and early 2000's and I'm probably older than a lot of you. I started roleplaying in 2008 on a small social network, the VZ Netzwerke. It was very niche and within that I was in an even smaller niche, using anime- and anime inspired avatars. One of my most beloved OCs had the family name Midnight, that's how I came up with my pen name. In early 2022 the shutdown of the platform was announced. Almost by accident I came across the FakeVz, the largest rp group there. I didn't know a single soul from this community. They mass-migrated to Tumblr in March 2022 and I've decided to come along and to choose my first live action muse with live action avatar which was Billy Butcher. As you can probably tell I'm super happy with him as my muse. In early 2025, I have finally found some courage to dip my toes into the english Tumblr rpc. Hi there!

I'm good at spilling random facts with no context, here you go. I'm 5'2'' which makes Butcher (6'1'') a giant in comparison. My birthday is on May 24, I'm a gemini. I love personality type related stuff, my MBTI is INTP and my Enneagram is 5w6, hello fellow geeks who know what I'm talking about. Thanks to the rest who is still reading this, you really don't have to! I identify as non-binary (she/they), I am very queer and super gay. Trans rights are human rights. I love nerd culture, lots of media and fandoms and I follow a lot of people outside of rp. Artists, gif makers, resource blogs, theme makers, personals from my fandoms, etc. I'm a certified yapper but I am very, very shy and socially awkward and anxious about making contact. I'm the type of person who plays a massive multiplayer online rpg and ends up soloing most dungeons. Why not resort to single player games then? Being surrounded by real people in hub spots has a calming and soothing effect on me, as long as I am not forced to socialize. For the same or at least similar reasons I prefer rp over writing fan fiction by myself. Those are different things in my opinion. Though I totally understand the dilemma: For a collaborative hobby you have to put yourself out there and actually talk to people. I have made very few but close connections over the past years and I am forever grateful. I love my people dearly (you know who you are <3)! Okay, bye.

[girlactionfigure]

The picture below is as an actual photo from Gaza, as the truthfulness of the Palestinians claims about "indiscriminate bombing". Those claims are, well, entirely false. 

A simple look at several numbers of real indiscriminate bombing events, shows that pretty clearly.

During Feb. 13th-15th 1945, the allies dropped on the German city of Dresden a total of 3,100 tons of bombs, killing 25,000-35,000 civilians. The area of Dresden is 328.8 Km², and its population before the bombing was 567,000.

Let's take a look at another similar event from WW2. During operation Gomorrah, the allies dropped 2,326 tons of bombs on the city of Hamburg, killing 34,000-45,000 people. The area of Hamburg is 755.2 Km², and its population before the bombing was 634,000 people. 

Now, back to Gaza. 3 days ago, the Gazan Hamas government media office claimed Israel had dropped 65,000 tons of bombs, and reported about 22,313 casualties. The area of the Gaza strip is 365 Km² (slightly larger than Dresden) and its population before the war was 2.3 million people (according to several sources). 

I guess you can see where this is going: the population density in Gaza was 6,301 People/Km², which even increased after the massive evacuations of Gazans.

That's 3.6 (!) times the population density of Dresden, and 7.5 (!) times the population density of Hamburg, before the bombings. 

So according to the Palestinians and their supporters: 21 times (!) the bombs dropped on Dresden, and 28 (!) times of bombs dropped on Hamburg, in an area with a population density 3.6 times larger than Dresden and 7.5 larger than Hamburg, caused less deaths than the smallest casualties number verification after the bombing of Dresden in 1945. The numbers are entirely absurd, and if they are true, that's the least indiscriminate bombings I've seen in my life.

As a conclusion, I'd like to ask several questions: 

1 According to what absurd logic, the Hamas propaganda is treated as even somewhat believable?

2 How does the Palestinians know the exact bomb weights, simply from looking at explosions?

3 If the Hamas ministry of health said on Nov. 21st they've lost the ability to count their dead, how they are still reporting exact casualties numbers?

4 What alien technology are they using, to know exactly how many people are under the rubble, as they claim?

5 If Israel identification of almost 1200 victims took about 3 months and is still going, how exactly Hamas is reporting exact casualties less than an hour after each attack, and at the end of each day?

6 So far it seems that almost only women and children are killed, according to Hamas, and almost no men and no Hamas eliminated terrorists appear in the reports? Are they invincible, or hiding too good behind the women and children? For my followers, I really appreciate your support. Thank you for helping me combatting propaganda. The sources, as always, are attached below.

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Shlomo Fishman

@shlomo_fishman

[annab-nana]

Tom holland and prompt 13 from List C please 🧡 (domestic list)

you got it babe :)

prompt: one putting on weight although the other is the one that is actually pregnant

warnings: not proofread, pregnant!reader, kinda short, talks of diets and changes in diets and gaining weight so if that is triggering for you, please don't read this, pregnancy hormones, use of pet names (darling)

❀ masterlist ❀

"is it good?" tom inquired, watching you take a bite of your burger. you had been talking about getting a hamburger since two in the morning when the initial craving hit and you were finally getting to eat it.

"so good," you responded after you swallowed down your previous bite. your eyes glanced down to his plate to see that his platter matched yours to a t.

from an outside eye, that probably wasn't too odd to see. it was just a man and a woman, both delving into a massive burger and fries. but you knew tom. he stuck to a fairly strict diet to keep in shape. he had his occasional cheat days, but he seemed to be having more cheat days than not lately. you didn't think he was wrong nor were you disgusted by this. you were just curious about the change.

"i am not judging you by any means, but i thought you were on a diet? like a harsh one?" you inquired before popping a fry into your mouth.

"i was," he prefaced, "but you know we're in everything together, even this pregnancy, so if you have to gain weight, so do i."

"tom, you don't have to do that," you spoke softly as you reached across the table to hold his hand. "the people need their spider-man," you joked.

his thumb rubbed over your skin so delicately, it almost tickled. his head shook lightly at you before he responded, "maybe, but you need me more."

"tom," you said in awe as tears lined your eyes, pregnancy hormones coming in a rush. "goodness, you know you can't be too sweet to me or else i'll cry."

"sorry, darling," he responded, a chuckle following his words before teasingly adding, "i'll try to keep the sweetness to a minimum."

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[darkmaga-returns]

The rapid demographic transformation taking place in Germany is perhaps best exemplified by Hamburg, both due to the city’s size and the radical pace of mass immigration there. Now, the Alternative for Germany (AfD) group leader in the Hamburg Parliament, Dirk Nockemann, warns that the city shows Germans are becoming a minority in the nation.

“The numbers don’t lie: Germans are becoming a minority in their own country, and in some parts the Germans are the new minority. This is not a wild conspiracy theory, but pure statistics,” said Nockemann.

The AfD politician made the statements following a report published on Tuesday by the State Statistical Office. The data shows that 40.4 percent (790,000 people) in Hamburg have a migration background. Within this figure, 20.7 percent are foreigners without German citizenship. The district of Billbrook has the highest percentage of foreigners at 80.5 percent, while 88.1 percent of the population there have a migration background. In other words, in that district, there are almost no ethnic Germans.

Nockemann stated that due to the massive inflows of immigrants into Hamburg, the consequences are “unmistakable: exploding social spending and increasing violent crime.”

[endlessnightlock]

P- Pool noodle!

Thanks for the prompt @thelettersfromnoone

Peeta wanted to woop for joy. He couldn't believe his luck! He hadn't crossed paths with her at all this summer. But there she was.

Waiting about a dozen people ahead of where he and his brothers were in line for the city pool were Katniss Everdeen and her little sister Prim.

He wiped away the beads of sweat forming at the base of his neck. Man, it was hot out.

Both of the girls had towels wrapped around their bodies, Prim's tucked into her armpits because she was so tiny---she was going into third grade this year but looked younger---while Katniss's towel was wrapped around the waist over her blue-striped bathing suit. Her skin had turned an even darker shade than it was during the winter, he noticed. Peeta was jealous of anyone who didn't burn in the sun without layers of zinc oxide, even if he was half in love with her. Prim's hair had bleached into a shocking white blond, the same way he used to get when he was her age. Funny how the girls had such different coloring but otherwise looked so similar. He had a feeling Prim was going to be just as pretty as Katniss one day; she was a dead ringer for her older sister at that age. Peeta would know. He's pined after Katniss since preschool.

Katniss hadn't caught a glimpse of him yet, but why would she. He was the one with a crush so massive his heart felt like it'd swelled up times a hundred and was trying to break through his chest and land on the sidewalk where it would sizzle like a hamburger in the mid-August heat.

Peeta glanced at his brothers, wondering if they had noticed Katniss waiting in line. He wasn't sure if he wanted them to see her. They might tease him relentlessly. More likely, he realized, they would be too busy checking out the high school girls to bother him at all. Peeta snorted. Mark was going to be a freshman this year and already acted like he was hot shit or something.

Soon Katniss and Prim disappeared around the corner into the girl's locker room and were already in the pool once he, Mark, and Tim emerged from the guys changing room. He was glad Katniss had a head start. It gave him time to talk himself into striking up a conversation with her.

Instead of heading towards the deep end of the pool with Mark and Tim because his brothers could be jackasses, Peeta found a spot to drop their stuff. The pool was filling up quickly today; almost every lawn chair was loaded with older girls or parents and their little kids.

Peeta spotted his friend Vick Hawthorne with his family and was relieved someone else was here he knew. Vick's mom was busy slathering his baby sister Posy down with sunscreen. Vick waved at Peeta and then turned to say something to his mom before hopping up from the corner of the chair he was sitting on and trotting his way. His younger brother Rory followed on his heels, a shorter, wiry version of his brother.

“Whatcha doing?” Vick asked, giving Peeta a gap-toothed grin and jabbing him in the shoulder lightly.

He pretend-winced and returned the gesture. “Don’t know. Just got here,” he admitted. The three boys lingered near the edge of the pool. Peeta was trying not to stare at Katniss, who he located at the shallower end of the pool with Prim. The girls had a pool noodle Prim was holding onto and kicking her legs furiously behind her. Katniss had a patient smile on her face. She must be teaching her sister to swim.

Peeta was too busy not looking (but definitely looking) at Katniss to miss the devious look Vick shot Rory. “Us too," Vick said, winking at Rory. "Want to go off the diving boards?” The line for the boards was pretty long, clear down the length of the chain link fence, but yeah, Peeta would go off the diving board. Vick was a better swimmer than him; tall and thin with ropey muscles, he could dive into the water and barely crack the surface. Peeta was more of a canon baller.

The three boys got in line for the diving board and weren't waiting as long as Peeta expected they would. The lifeguard assigned to keep an eye on them kept everyone moving. Soon, Peeta made his way onto the board after Rory and Vick insisted he go before either of them.

He was almost at the end of the board, staring down into the flat blue water of the deep end of the swimming pool, when he heard Rory pipe up from behind him, loud. The volume of his voice reminded Peeta of a bullhorn.

"Hey, Katniss! Katniss! Your boyfriend is up! Make sure you watch him!"

Peeta stood at the end of the board, dumbfounded, as his eyes connected with Katniss's from across the pool. Vick hooted behind him with laughter, the boys smacking palms like they'd pulled off the heist of the century. Katniss quickly looked away from Peeta, mouth set in a firm line. Prim was grinning at him.

He wasn't given any time to think about what any of this meant. "Into the water kid," the lifeguard reminded him and stupidly, Peeta bouned off the board, forgetting to plug his nose as he went in feet first.

Chlorinated water shot up his nostrils as he went down, down, before pushing himself back to the surface of the water. His sinuses, his eyes, everything in his head burned as he resurfaced. He spit the excess water from his lungs back into the pool and swam toward the edge.

Behind him, he heard Vick bounced once on the board, lightly, before diving into the pool. Sure, now he was going to be quiet, now that he'd humiliated Peeta.

He was pulling himself out of the water as his friend swam up behind him. "Why did you do that dumbass?" he hissed, mortified. Sure Vick had probably figured out he liked Katniss, but that didn't explain him calling him her boyfriend.

Peeta's eyes raked the length of the pool, finally catching a glimpse of Katniss with her back toward them. He wondered if that was deliberate on her part. He hoped she wasn't mad at him.

Vick grinned, running a hand through his wet hair once they were both on the concrete walkway again. The two of them stepped aside to let other swimmers, including Rory, climb out of the water. "She likes you," he said. shrugging.

"No she doesn't," Peeta said, confused. She's never said a word to him, hardly looks his way. Of course she notices him looking at her sometimes. He stares at her a lot.

"She really does," Rory insists, appearing at his brother's side. "Prim told me she told her that you were the cutest boy in her class, and she thought you were nice, too."

"Seriously?"

"Serious. See, she's watching you right now," Vick said, pointing over Peeta's shoulder. Peeta glanced over his shoulder just in time to catch Katniss snapping her face forward. "I know you like her too. Go talk to her!"

For a few seconds Peeta considered the sudden turn of events. He wouldn't have dreamed Katniss liked him, she was so standoffish, but Vick wasn't a liar.

"She's shy, dude. If you like her—“

Rory laughed, interrupting his brother. “Come on, you know he likes her.”

“You're going to have to make the first move," Vick added, giving Peeta a light, playful shrug. You had to be careful at the pool. They would throw you out quick for rough-housing.

"Okay," Peeta breathed out, glancing over his shoulder at Katniss once again. Tentatively she met his eye this time. He smiled at her; she smiled back.

Peeta nodded his head so firmly Vick and Rory snorted. He ignored them. "Okay, I'll do it."

[black-arcana]

POWERWOLF Releases Cinematic Music Video For '1589' Single From 'Wake Up The Wicked' Album

POWERWOLF has released the long-awaited first single from its upcoming studio album, "Wake Up The Wicked", due out July 26, 2024 via Napalm Records. "1589" tells the story of Peter Stump, who lived near Cologne, Germany in the 16th century and is known today as the Werewolf Of Bedburg. After being defamed as a werewolf, the farmer confessed to several murders under torture and was cruelly executed on October 31, 1589. This morbid story has fascinated people all over the world ever since and has been picked up by National Geographic, among others.

For the video for "1589", POWERWOLF traveled to England to stage Stump's fate in the dark woods in a cinematic way. With carefully selected locations, countless actors and crew members, and impressive special effects, it marks the most elaborate music video production in the band's history to date — and thus offers a worthy first taste of what fans can expect with "Wake Up The Wicked".

"Wake Up The Wicked" — the highly anticipated follow-up to the extremely successful "Call Of The Wild" (2021) — will arrive just in time for the award-winning band's first-ever full North American tour, starting in August 2024, followed by their biggest European headline tour to date, the "Wolfsnächte 2024".

"Wake Up The Wicked" was once again produced by Joost Van Den Broek at Sandlane Recording Facilities and marks a new benchmark and undisputed career highlight for the band. The new album is hard, surprising and full of variety. While staying true to their established, loved sound, POWERWOLF go one step further and showcase a different facet of their deft musical and technical skills. This is evident, for example, on the outstanding single "1589", which is based on a true story from the 16th century.

20 years after their formation in 2004, POWERWOLF are expanding their repertoire with the highest quality and adding many future live hits to their extraordinary discography. "Wake Up The Wicked" is yet another statement cementing the status of the band as a leading force in the world of heavy metal

"Wake Up The Wicked" track listing:

01. Bless 'Em With The Blade 02. Sinners Of The Seven Seas 03. Kyrie Klitorem 04. Heretic Hunters 05. 1589 06. Viva Vulgata 07. Wake Up The Wicked 08. Joan Of Arc 09. Thunderpriest 10. We Don't Wanna Be No Saints 11. Vargamor

POWERWOLF are undoubtedly one of the most celebrated and successful heavy metal bands of the last decade. Multiple No. 1 album chart entries, gold and platinum records, huge sold-out arena shows, as well as headline slots at the biggest festivals have paved their way. In less than 20 years of band history, POWERWOLF has made it to the very highest league of heavy metal.

POWERWOLF has conquered countless stages at the world's biggest summer festivals, and their last "Wolfsnächte" headline tours (2019, 2022),as well as their aforementioned North American debut in early 2023, were almost completely sold out — resulting in a massive triumph. They have performed headlining sets at Wacken Open Air and Summer Breeze, as well as held premium slots at genre festival giants such as Hellfest, Graspop Metal Meeting, Masters Of Rock and many more, captivating enormous audiences. No other German metal band has been able to write a success story even remotely comparable in recent years.

Following their onslaught of North America, POWERWOLF will embark on their most impressive European tour yet in celebration of their highly anticipated 2024 studio album. Amid 16 shows in total, the tour will visit colossal venues in Munich, Paris, Amsterdam, Berlin, Prague, Hamburg and Antwerp. POWERWOLF will be accompanied by Swedish heavy metal legends HAMMERFALL as special guests, with support from viral rising stars, dwarven metallers WIND ROSE.

The story of the frontrunners of today's German metal scene, POWERWOLF, began in 2004 and only knows one direction: ever upwards. Their trajectory may seem like something out of a fairytale, but it is the result of the band embodying the highest quality of heavy metal in the universe. Outstanding album production, bombastic live shows and a tireless drive for perfection on and behind the stage are what this exceptional band is known for around the world.

Over the course of their career, the band has not only fascinated metal fans, but has also won over international press and critics. Countless cover stories in the most important magazines, critics' awards such as the Metal Hammer Award, and effusive album and concert reviews underpin POWERWOLF's outstanding international status.

POWERWOLF is:

Attila Dorn - vocals Falk Maria Schlegel - organ Charles Greywolf - guitar Matthew Greywolf - guitar Roel van Helden - drums

Photo credit: VDPictures

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Some 70 kilometers from mainland Northern Germany lies the small archipelago of Heligoland, an island with an interesting history: on 1 July 1890 it was ceded by Britain to the German Empire which in the decades following developed the island into a major naval base and a popular retreat for intellectuals and wealthy people. 

During the 1930s the National Socialists further fortified Heligoland and also established a submarine base, a circumstance that sealed its fate during WWII: on 18 April 1945 it was the target of a massive air raid that completely destroyed the inhabited areas and required the evacuation of all inhabitants. After the German capitulation the island fell within the British occupation zone and on 18 April 1947 the Royal Navy detonated 6,700 tons of explosives to destroy all military installations.

In 1952 Heligoland returned to German control and a competition was organized to obtain plans and ideas for the reconstruction of the island. The competition was won by Hamburg architect Georg Wellhausen whose plan left the landscape as found and changed by the war and who retained the historical density of the built-up areas. Together with Ingeborg & Friedrich Spengelin, Helmut & Traute Bunje as well as local engineers and other architects a number of experimental housing projects as well as reinterpretations of the traditional colorful „Hummerbuden“ at the inner harbor were realized. All of them are connected by gently sloping steeped roofs and a color concept designed by Johannes Ufer.

These aspects, Heligoland’s history as well as its most significant buildings are covered by Jan Lubitz in his architectural guide „Architektur auf Helgoland“, published in 2014 by Rickmers Verlag. Beyond a comprehensive account of the history as well as the reconstruction of the island Lubitz gathers 50 buildings from the postwar years up until the present and thus offers a cross-section of Heligoland’s architectural development. At the same time the author also discusses the heritage status of the architecture but also doesn’t omit the problems hotel and house owners face in view of touristic developments. THE book on Heligoland’s architecture.

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We Can't do This to Him!

About: Nick, Chris, and Y/N go to Taras Yummys party, and Y/N and Chris get EXTREMELY drunk. Chris starts to confess his feelings for Y/N despite her being in a 2 years relationship with his brother Matt. Things begin to get heated sexually until Chris says something that makes you think about Matt and you change your mind last minute.

Background: Nick reached out to Y/N on her workpage to see if she can give him some tattoos which she said yes to. You started to become friends with Nick after that and he introduced you to his brothers. After 3 months of being friends with them all, Chris admitted to you that he has feelings for you. You rejected him and told him you actually have your eyes on Matt. Chris went and told Matt about it and after that, Matt asked you on a date. Now it has been 2 years since then.

Contains: Kissing, FIngering, Alcohal use, Cheating, spit kink, and more that I'm prolly forgetting.

We Can't Do This!

It has offically been 2 years since Matt and I have been dating. The 2 years have been truly breathtaking. He was the sweetest, most animal-loving, sassiest man you knew, and I loved everything about it. Being with him has brought me one of my 2 closest best friends, Nick and Chris.

We met when Nick followed my tattoo page and asked me to give him some tattoos. At first, it was awkward but after about 30 minutes of me giving Nick his tattoo, we started to warm up to each other. After that, we would hang out constantly which is how I became so close to his brothers and even started dating one.

Matt isn't a very social individual unless he knows you well and he prefers quiet areas with not too many people there, so it wasn't a surprise Matt turned down Tara's invitation to her party. However you on the other hand wanted to go since you always heard how magnificent her parties are.

"Matt come on! Victoria can't go since she has work that day.!", y/n said in a whiney voice, trying to persuade him, knowing that he was still going to say no.

"No, I'm not going to that party!", Matt spat at me as he walked over to me and sat on the couch next to me. "I don't even see the point of me going anyway. I don't drink, I don't smoke, or do any type of hardcore drugs and I don't dance in front of randoms. All I would do is stand there and watch people make a fool of themselves", Matt said as he grabbed the remote from coffetable and turned on the TV.

"Nick and I are going. Wanna come with us?", Chris asked from the kitchen as he was eavesdropped on our conversation. "You know Nick wouldn't mind.", Chris stated as he stuffs his hamburger in his face.

"See you have a solution to your problem already!", Matt said as he went on to Netflix and started to type in Bojack Horseman

"Shut up!", I said in a playful tone and slightly nudged him away from me, causing him to laugh a little. "Of course, I would like to go with you guys. Thanks for letting me.", I said to Chris as I smiled at him. He just put his thumb up since his mouth was full of his hamburger that he took a massive bite out of.

Matt scooches closer to me and rests his arm on the top of the couch. I leaned my head back onto his arm and leaned my body to the left a little to lay on Matt. He gave me a peck on my head as he turned on The Vampire Diaries.

Before the Party

I heard a knock on my door as I put on my right earring. "Victoria, could you get that for me! I think it's Nick and Chris!", I screamed out to my roommate who was in the kitchen.

I hear Victoria start walking towards the front door and open it. "Hey Nick, Y/N is still getting ready in her room.", Victoria states as the 2 boys walk into her house and close the door for her.

"Hey Vicky!", Nick said as he went and wrapped his arms around her to give her a hug. "How are you? I haven't seen you in weeks. I've missed you so much." Nick stated as he let go of her and stepped back.

"I've been doing good for the most part just been working my ass off recently.", Victoria answered as she tried to avoid eye contact with Chris since she could tell he was giving her his stank face. No one knew or understood why Chris and Victoria didn't like each other but they just didn't. It's the weirdest thing too because they used to get along great when we all first met. Hell, I'd even say that they were like the duo of the group till their falling out.

"How much longer till she is ready?", Nick asked as he walked deeper into Victoria's and my apartment. Just then I opened my door and walked out into the living room.

"Sorry for taking a little long but beauty takes time and patience," I said. I was wearing a tight, dark blue dress that stopped a little above my kneecaps, that outlined my curvy body. I had my gold septum nose ring, golden hooped earrings, and a golden bracelet with a pair of blue high heels.

"Wow!", Chris exclaimed quietly enough for you not to hear but not so quietly that Victoria and Nick couldn't hear. Nick slightly slapped the side of Chris's arm.

"That is your brother's girlfriend, pull yourself together and act accordingly!", Nick whispered passive-aggressively in Chris's ear causing him to look back at Nick and shoot him the same look he gave Victoria when he first arrived. "You look beautiful in that dress y/n. Blue really suits you.", Nick said ignoring the look that he is receiving from Chris right now.

"Thank you, Nick! You guys don't look too bad yourself", I said as I looked at the outfits they were wearing. Mainly Chris's outfit. Chris was wearing an all-white suit, with a light blue tie and some suspenders. Chris had looked extra sharp today.

"So uhh are you ready to go or what?", Chris asked as he started to repeatedly tap his foot against the ground to stop his boner from forming.

"Yes I am, come one lets go!", I said excitedly as I started to walk over to the front door and opened it. "Bye Victoria! I'll see you when I get home.", I stated before leaving Victoria all alone.

"Bye guys, hope you guys have fun and don't get too lit," Victoria said walking up to the door. "But still take a shot for me guys!", she yelled out as she closed the door and locked it.

"Jesus she is so fucking annoying. I don't know how you can live with her y/n", Chris said as we walked to the car, making a statement that pissed me off.

"If anything Chris, I don't know how Matt and Nick could live with you when you leave all your shit-stained underwear around the house!", I said in defense of my roommate. He had no right to talk about her or her being annoying since he is the yapper of all yappers and doesn't know when to shut the fuck up.

"Damn she got you there Chris", Nick said instigating Chris and me into a big argument about Victoria the entire drive to Tara's party.

At The Party

All 3 of us got out of the car and closed the door. Nick made sure to leave 6 bottles of water in the car for when Chris and I try to sober up. Lucky Nick doesn't drink, so he is our driver for tonight.

"Look I don't care or wanna hear your opinions on Victoria! Just shut the FUCK up and let's go get fucked up!", I said as I started to walk towards her house.

"You only want to stop now because you know I'm right and that you'll never be able to prove me wrong," Chris said as he followed behind me trying to get another rise out of me.

"UGHHHHH I DON'T CARE GOD!", I screamed out as I started to speed walk to Tara's front door, leaving Chris and Nick behind. I opened the door and saw all the different influencers here. And more importantly, the amount of alcohol and weed that was there.

I walked into the house and started taking as many shots as I could. Once Chris came into the house he quickly followed behind me. I lost count of how many shots we took after our 12th one.

....

It has now been 2 hours since we first arrived I am truly and royally fucked. My vision was now blurry and my words were all scrambled. I could barely hold myself up without falling all over the place and Chris wasn't looking much good either. He was jumping up all over the place and calling it dancing which was definitely not what he was doing. He fell all the way from the top of the stairs to the bottom in front of everybody. It was just flat-out embarrassing and hilarious.

As I was looking for a bedroom or a bathroom... or maybe it was the kitchen? I don't even remember what I was looking for but I know it was something with a door. I made my way up the stairs without completely falling all the way down, before realizing, I hadn't seen Chris in a hour since he fell.

"My head and stomach is fucking killing me," I mumbled as I'm stumbled down the hallway. As I keep walking down the hallway, I open one of the doors only to see 2 girls making out.

"Ahhh!", one of them screamed out when they saw me in the doorway kneeling over while holding my stomach.

"Oh ughhhh.... Im so .... fuck ugh.... I'll just leave," I said as I realized there is nothing to say to make the situation any better. I then close the door and stumble into the next room. To my surprise, Chris is there just in the dark pitch black room staring out of the window in silence.

"Chris? What the hell I thought you fell downstairs", I said making a statement that made me chuckle as I remember what he looked look like falling down.

"Fuck!", Chris shouted as he turned his head a little startled. "You have....to like knock or something before you interrupt a person!", Chris said trying his best to not slur his words but doing a terrible job at it.

"What am I interrupting even?", I said as I went to turn on the lights and examined the room. "What are you even doing in Taras room anyway? Are you like depressed or something? Do I have to get Nick ?", I asked as I walked over to the bed and sat next to him.

He didn't respond to any of my questions. It concerned me. Instead he just sat there and rested his head on my shoulder. This was weird would've been weird if we were sober but we're not and it's not like Chris and I would do anything. Im in love with his brother.

"You know.... I really appreciate you y/n. Like truly", Chris stated as he pulled out his Fryd Donut and took a hit. This wasn't the first time Chris has told me how much he appreciated me but it alway touched my heart when he did.

"Thank you Chris. I appreciate you too", I said as I rested my arm around his neck but just then he took his head off my shoulder and sat back up. He turned his head and just look at me. His eyes were so beautiful. My favorite thing about the triplets were always their eyes. I feel like I could get lost in them forever. It's like looking into a lagoon .

"No I don't think you understand me when I say that", he says which causes me to give him a confused look.

"Chris what do you mean by that?", I asked hoping that what I think he meant isn't what he actually means.

"You've really been there for me these past 2 years and you have no idea how much that has helped me", Chris says as he grabbed my hand and just kept staring at me. "But how much it hurts to see you with Matt. To see you two cuddled up on the couch the other day, to hear you guys fucking from my room".

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I must've drunk too much or something cause Chris would never do this to Matt. He loves Matt. I love Matt. He was the best thing to ever happen to me.

"Chris I don't th---", I was about to speak untill Chris interrupted me.

"No please just listen to me, I've wanted to say this for 2 years now", Chris states as he lets go of my hand and moves it to the left side of my cheek. He slowly started to caress my face. "I wanted you first but you wanted my brother and that really fucking hurt y/n. And the reason it crushed me so much was because.... well IS because I love you."

I was now speechless. Completely and underly speechless. I didn't know how to react or if I should take his hand off my face. I'm just in pure shock right now.

"If you don't say anything back, I'm taking it as a sign that you want me to kiss you right now", Chris says causing you to try to speak. You start to open your mouth but you don't even know what to say. Now I'm just sitting on Taras bed with Chris's hand on my cheek and him just staring at me. I really should've just stay home and spent the day with Matt. At least then I wouldn't have anything surprising coming my way.

I feel my head being pulled into Chris lips. I don't make an attempt to try and pull away. I dont know why but I didn't. Our lips now gently pressed together . Chris's lips are extremely soft, even softer than Matts. I've always wondered if Chris and Matt both kiss the same or not. I don't know why I wondered it but I did.

Chris deepens the kiss as he opened his mouth against mine and grazed the tip of his tounge against my lips, asking me for entrance without saying it. I allow it and open my mouth. My mouth now full of Chris wet, slimy tounge . I could tatse the Casamigos on his breathe and loved every molecule that I was tasting.

The kiss quickly turned from a gentle kiss to a kiss of desire and despreatiness. Chris was tryna fuck and me being drunk.... I'm 110 percent behind it. Chris pulled away from the kiss and started to unbutton his white suit. As I wait for Chris to take off his shirt, I can feel my inner core start to become wet.

Chris's shirt is now off and he climbs on top of me. "Open your mouth", he demands as he grabbed my jaw to help me open my mouth. I listen to him and open my mouth as wide as I could and stuck my tounge out. "Ugh Fuck your so fucking hot baby", Chris says as he admires how sexy I look as I wait for his hot spit to go down my throat.

"Hwak Tuah", Chris spat into my mouth and then smirked. I took my fingers and put them in my mouth and start to suck on them. Getting my fingers all nice, wet, and slimly turned Chris on even more. I could tell with the way his hard-on was pressing against lower stomach. I pulled my fingers out of my mouth and brought them to the thong. I pulled to the side and slowly started to circle around my clit, teasing myself. I moaned a little to get a rise outta Chris and it was working.

Chris grabbed my hand and pulled it away from my pussy. "I don't want you to have to do any work. Just lay back and let me make you feel good. Okay y/n?", Chris said as he lowered himself a little and started kissing your neck softly, causing you to whimper.

"Okay Chris", I say in a whipering voice as I run my hand through his hair with my spit and pussy juice on it still. Chris began to nibble and suck on my neck which started to form little marks. I push Chris's head away since I can't let him give me any hickeys. "Don't suck on me or you'll give my a hickey". I say as I rub the wet mark off my neck.

"Sorry I got too carried away", Chrs said in a excited voice. He began to move his hand above my mouth and stuck his middle and index finger in it. "Suck on them baby", he said in a seductive but dark voice. I obeyed and sucked on them. Once I was done, he pulled his fingers out of me and brought them to my pussy.

He softly grazed the lips of my pussy causing me to shudder. He then used his thumb and started to rub my clit in a circluar motion. "oh fuck", I quietly moaned as I wait for more. Chris then uses his middle and index finger and jams his finger inside of you without warning.

"OHH FUCK CHRIS", I screamed out at the sudden feeling of him inside me. He started to make a come here motion, pressing his fingers against my tight, sticky walls while examining my body.

"Tell me how fucking good I make you", Chris demands in a harsh tone, while still slurring his words.

"You make me... feel so fucking ..... good baby", I say in between moans and gasps. I start to feel a knot in my stomach from the way Chris is handling me. My body can no longer stay still from all this pleasure.

"Tell me you love me", Chris says in a voice of desperation and desire. This demand caught me off guard. I mean sure I love him, but like friend type of love. I don't think I could ever love Chris the way he wants me to.

Why am I doing this? I don't love him, I love Matt. Oh My God. MATT! I am getting FINGERED by his brother in Tara's bed. How much of a horrible person can I be?

"Wait, Chris get off me", I say as I grab his arm and push it away from me, causing his fingers to slip out of me. I sit back up while Chris sits back on the bed.

"What's the problem? Was I aggresive or something?", Chris asks while having a confused look on his face.

"The problem is that I'm dating your brother and I'm getting fingered by you!", I yell out as I stand up and back away from him.

"You didn't have a problem when I kissed you, or took my shirt off, or when I stuck my fingers inside of you, so why now? Lets just finish", Chris says in a loudly, angry tone. He now has gotten off the bed and grabbed his shirt to put back on.

"Look we can't do this. We both love Matt so much and he would be scarred if he ever found out", I state in a shaky voice.

"He isn't going to find out y/n. He would only find out if one of us told him which we won't", Chris says in a voice that makes me feel dumb.

"No Chris. Your just saying these things because your drunk. We both are drunk ok? We just made a mistake but we don't have to continue this mistake", I say trying to get Chris to see how wrong this is.

"I may be drunk now but I have always felt this way about you. I just never told anyone", Chris announced as he grab my hand. I pull my hands away immediately and take 2 steps back.

"Well keep it that way and don't ever mention it again. To anyone. EVER!," I say as I start to walk out towards the door to walk out before turning back to say one last thing to him. "Look I'm sorry and I wish things were different but they aren't. We both drank too much and it got the best of us. Lets just go find Nick and dip and never talk about this night again okay?", I say softly as I know it might hurt to hear in his shoes.

"Yeah lets do that", Chris responded in a sad tone as he walked out the door with me to go find Nick. His face now slightly red and his eye now watery.

It hurt to know that I am the cause of Chris pain right now but what can I do?. I just hope that this was a result of him having one too many shots tonight and not him actually being in love with me.

Authors Note:This is the first fan fic I've ever written so if you have any tips to help me write better, im all ears.

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You wish to be like max but without the garbage and the sweat? Well I can arrange that. But dear boy do you remember all that was done to max ? I’ll give you exactly what you wish while your fattening fingers franticly go find every piece of his disgusting curse that will happen to you. Because like you said, you want everything”but without the sweat, and the garbage.” And of course mostly the fat. So yeah. Scroll away and find his curse while I remind our reader exactly what is about to happen to you.

You’re swiping so fast through tumblr trying to find Max’s curse the phone slips from your hands and lands on the floor. You bend down to pick it up and that’s when you feel that first wave of change hit you. What where the words you used again? Mostly fat ? You feel your body get heavier as you feel your sink into the carpet on all fours. Your calf’s losing all definition and are you butt begins to expand outwards. Your abs balloon out as a soft gut forms abs moobs follow behind. Your arms begin to jiggle as you manage to grab the phone and you have to heave you up off the floor. Something you’ve never had to do before. As most of the weight has seemed to focus on your gut for the time being. Again you go back to fumbling through tumblr. You’re shoes begin to get tighter and you start to panic and you finally land on maxes series of punishments. Only then realizing what you’ve done. As a loud burp and fart erupt from your body as the same time make the room smell around you. In horror your reminded “permanent rancid milk breathe, bacne, unstable diet, massive stinking feet, a pig nose and ears, a horrible under bite, and a serious decreases in your intelligence, permanent hamburger grease on your chin “. None of which fall under sweat or garbage. Not to mention the permanent dick cheese. Tears begin to well up in you eyes as you try to think of a way to stop this as your stomach growls and you moan as another 15 pounds drops into you gut making it sag. Your shirt now tight and you gut poking out from under your shirt. You have to stop this change. But a smell hits your nose. Rotten milk. It’s your own breathe. Another curse has taken hold. And curse the name of the wish master you asked to do this to you.

Without even knowing it the unhealthy dirty curse had finalized and now every time you eat something regardless of how healthy it is, it will become u healthy in your stomach. A bottle of water will pack the calories content of a triple cholesterol milkshake. A salad had the same calorie content of 3 double bacon cheese burgers and pizza. Everything to force you to be the fat freak you wished to be. While chin begins to shine as the geese curse takes effect and a red blister takes hold from permanent grease spots forming. Instead of sweating you will never sweat. Actually causing your to retain water and get even fatter than before. Everything you could ever want. Another 30 pounds instantly dropped into your stomach and now gut hangs out of your shirt completely. Bulging out in front of you sagging loosely. While you mr arms and legs continue to fatten up still and your moobs continue to grow. Your bacne starts to catch up as you blurry break way and continue to get bigger. The smell from them hitting you. Not that you can tell but the dick cheese is already in place and won’t be going away. But you still have sooo much more changes to go through. Sitting down on you couch. Head in your hands trying to think about what you’re going to do. How will you live with this curse. You got what you wanted. Exactly what you wished for. You don’t even realize it but your iq is steadily dropping. Now being at about 275 it’s time to really get you to that fat freak size you wished for though isn’t it ? As if your body kicks into hyper fat gaining mode your gut begins to expands rapids. Pushing beyond all means possible while you’re moobs sag and your arms and legs blubber up. A thin pathetic beard grows on your face that fattens you with more than one chins while a table of a gut is forced onto you making you lead back while you feet finish growing to that size extra 16 stinking wide. And right before you’re too dumb to even form words anymore you beg not to have the pig snout, ears, and underbite. But I’m not merciful. You get what you ask for and in a snap of my finger you get exactly that. An altered freakish look to match that fat freakish body you wished for. And you’ll never be able to drop below 400 pounds again. In fact. Every pound you gain from here on out is permanent

So be careful when wishing yo be like one of my other creatures 😈

June 15th, 2022 11:00pm

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Max Ernst's "One Week of Kindness"

Which could also be called "A Week of Benevolence" - the original French being "Une semaine de bonté".

This post is a follow-up to a reblog I made, right here. Please go read this reblog first, because this post continues from all the info I placed there. If you don't go check it out first, you'll be slightly or massively confused.

I wanted to expand a bit on this fascinating piece of art, and to do so I'll use the info the Musée d'Orsay shared and put on their website when they organized an exposition of Une semaine de bonté.

An expo that deserves its own mention due to how exceptional it was. It was a 2008-2009 exposition of the original collages of Max Ernst the booklets were reproductions of. It was a grand world-tour that started in the Albertina palace of Vienna and ended in the Musée d'Orsay of Paris, passing by Brühl, Hamburg and Madrid. Why was it such a big deal? Because this was the second exposition of Ernst' work - the only other exposition of Une semaine de bonté's collages was in 1936, in the Museo de Arte Moderno of Madrid, just before the Spanish Civil War. It had been organized by Paul Eluard, who loved Ernst' work, but five of the illustrations couldn't be part of the exposition - due to being deemed too "indecent" or "blasphemous". And since this date, the works had never seen the light of day anymore, being preserved in private collections... It explains why the second exposition was such a big deal.

A few more sources for this collage-work I forgot to talk about: Beyond the general category of covers and illustrations of investigation stories/crime novels/polar tales, we also know that Ernst used illustrations of Sade's novels, the caricatures of Grandville, and the illustrations of Fantomas.

As with typical surrealist work, Une semaine de bonté offers a work of onirism that transcends the limits and categorizations imposed by society, by science, by our very conception of reality, and rather offers nonsensical visions and extraordinary wonders. It was the third "roman-collage" of Ernst, after "La femme 100 têtes" of 1929 and "Rêve d'une petite fille qui voulut entrer au Carmel" (1930). Throughout the illustrations, we find many references to the Bible, to famed legends, to fairy tales, to Greco-Roman mythology, but mixed with Ernst' recurring and favorite themes. More precisely, his strong rejections and dislikes: his rejection of the Church, his hatred of the bourgeoisie, his dislike of the traditional family, his refusal of patriotism...

Because Une semaine de bonté is actually a denunciation work, a great critique, a satirical caricature of the French society of the 1930s. Ernst superposes, subverts and reverses all sorts of stereotypical and cliches depictions, of either the "good society", or of the evil, the crime, the monster. Now, of course, there is no actual "real" or "good" story for this work. It is open to interpretation and everybody has to and must find their own meaning in it - as with all proper surrealist work... But there is still strong themes that form recurring motifs, and a message Ernst wasn't so subtle about.

The satirical, ironical, cynical, biting nature of the work can be read in the very title, which plays on two levels. One, on a Christian level: "Seven capital elements" is, as I said, a parody of the "seven deadly sins/seven capital sins" ; the motif of a work centered around a week alerts that there will be numerous references to the Biblical genesis, but most importantly "One week of kindness" is a reference to "La semaine de bonté", The Week of Kindness, a 1927 association creating for social help. Tied to this subversion of typical Christan morals, ideas and values, is the second level of irony in the title: this collage-novel is called "One week of kindness"... And yet it depicts all sorts of violences and abuses. Its pages are filled with murders, tortures and natural disasters - and Ernst doesn't hesitate to subtly denounce the sensationalism of a society obsessed with depictions and illustrations of the most horrible and criminal sides of humanity.

It also is no wonder that this work was created during the 1930s. The ghosts of the World Wars are haunting this piece. On one side, Ernst was seeing with an anxious and angry eye the rise of violent nationalist movements and of brutal, discriminatory dictatorships - the very ones that would cause World War II. On the other side, Ernst was of this generation that inherited the trauma and memories of World War I, had to live with the broken and disfigured survivors of the "Great War". Ernst himself had served in the German army during the Great War (if you don't know, while Ernst was born and raised in Germany, he ended up having a triple-nationality, German, American and French). One can almost read in this book Ernst' vitriolic take on a society that distracts itself with materialism, excessive pleasures and sensationalism, in an attempt to bury the wraiths of its past, and to stay blind to the dangers ahead...

It is only by the last day of the week that the atrocities fade away, and that we return to pure oniric poetry, in a set of illustrations focusing on voluptuousness and fantasy, inviting to or glorifying freedom and dreams... Now let's take a look at the structure of the Week in more details.

Day 1: Sunday. Element: Mud. Example: The Lion of Belfort

(The Lion of Belfort is a commemorative statue of the Alsacian town of Belfort in France, in homage to how the city had been assieged by the Prussians during the Franco-Prussian war of 1870)

Another Christian subversion: the week doesn't begin here on a Monday, but on a Sunday. We also see some of the games Ernst has with the Biblical Genesis not just by waking the "last" day of Genesis the first day of the week, but also by associating to Sunday (the day of rest for a God that created everything already) the day of the "mud" (understand, the primordial mud from before the world was created, the "chaos", the "primordial soup" from which the universe had to be sculpted). Not only that, but Sunday, the holiest day of the week for Christians, is filled with brutal deaths, sadistic violence and blasphemous imagery.

More precisely, this booklet/day explores the relationships between men and women, male and females. And... let's just say Ernst has a bad view of it, since all the interactions between male and female characters in this booklet can be summarized by: persecution, seduction, theft, punishment, torture, death. Since the Lion of Belfort is the recurring theme, there is a recurring character throughout the illustrations of a lion-faced man. He is always in a position of power and domination, and it is no surprise: we often see him wear military decorations, political medals or even religious symbols such as the Sacred Heart. As a result, the lion-man clearly embodies all the dominating, oppressive and violent male-dominated organizations of the time: the political world, the military and the Church.

(If you are curious, the Musée d'Orsay offered the original picture on which the one above was based. It was taken from the Mémoire de Monsieur Claude:

Day two: Monday. Element: Water. Example: Water.

Unlike the male-dominated first booklet, this one is filled with female figures, making it the most "feminine" of all the days. There is still a lot of violence in it - but it is not a man-made violence anymore. Rather Ernst presents the violence of nature, the brutality of natural disasters - through water, a water that is seen flooding bedrooms, destroying bridges, or drowning entire streets of Paris.

Day three: Tuesday. Element: Fire. Example: The dragon's courtyard/The court of the dragon.

La Cour du Dragon, The Dragon's Courtyard is actually - or rather was - a famous street of Paris. It doesn't exist anymore, but it was in the 6th arrondissement, between today's Rue du Dragon and Rue de Rennes. This street was called as such because of a famous dragon-sculpture located at the top of one of its entrances - the dragon can still be seen at the Louvres I believe. And it is within illustrations of this "Dragon's courtyard" that the booklet begins.

The dragon is one of the recurring symbols of the booklet, with variations: dragons and snakes of all shapes and size that follow the characters around ; humans with various dragon or snake-like features ; or simply the presence of bat wings reminding of demons, sometimes counterbalanced by angelic characters with bird wings. Here, the caricature, in terms of setting and characters, clearly is of the bourgeoisie. Not only is Ernst making the world of the bourgeoisie "Hellish" by filling it with snakes, dragons, demons and flames, but he also seems to use the symbolism of the fire as a way to denote the cliche of the "passion bourgeoisie", the violence of passions, emotions and desires within the bourgeois world, leading to tragedies. (Opposing the "natural forces" of the water, here fire seems to be the human forces) It is no wonder that this booklet has a great emphasis on walls and doors, often decorated by surrealist symbols: they are here to evoke a cloistered, walled-up, compartimented world where walls and doors hide and try to restrain things such as fears, desires or dreams...

Day four: Wednesday. Element: Blood. Example: Oedipus.

This booklet is entirely driven by the myth of Oedipus (that we know to have been one of the surrealists' favorite Greek myth). All the illustrations have one element or another of the legend, and keep retelling specific episodes of Oedipus' adventures. Oedipus killing his own father, the riddle of the Sphinx, or baby-Oedipus being abandoned at birth... Oedipus himself is symbolized in the collages as a bird-headed man.

One of the most famous collages of this booklet is the one that retranscribes the part of the legend that gave Oedipus his name, "swollen feet" or "swollen ankles", due to receiving a wound there as a baby. In Ernst's work, the bird-headed man (Oedipus) rather stabs in the foot a woman:

Day five: Thursday. Element: Black. Example: The laughter of the rooster ; followed by "Easter Island".

This is where we reach the last three days placed in one same booklet. It is also only in this last booklet that Ernst placed text, in the form of quotes or poems from other authors. This day has three quotes. In the "Laughter of the Rooster" segment, two. One from Marcel Shwob's L'Anarchie: "Those of them that are joyful sometimes rise their behind up to the sky and thow their feces at the face of other men ; than they lightly hit their bellies." Another from Schwob's Le Rire: "Laughter is probably fated to disappear." The third quote comes from the Easter Island segment, and is from Arp: "Stones are filled with entrails. Bravo. Bravo."

Here the symbols seem to again represent men or organizations of power. On one side, you have the recurring rooster - which is of course the symbol of France, and thus can be seen as a representation of the French government or French state. On the other side you have cruel and brutal men with the head or faces of the Easter Island statues, reflecting them not just being humans made of stone - but being literal "stones idols" (in the religious sense of the term, the sin of idolatry, again a Christian subversion).

Day 6: Friday. Element: Sight. Example: The inside of the sight / The interior of the view.

Again, three quotes here. One from Professors O. Decroly and R. Buyse's "Les tests mentaux": "If three is greater than six, make a circle around the cross, and if water extinguishes fire, draw a line from the sceal to the candle, passing above the knife, then make a cross on the ladder." One from Paul Eluard's "Comme deux gouttes d'eau": "And to love I oppose / Already-made images / Instead of images to be made" (The text is much more poetic and punny in the original French). The final quote is from André Breton's "Le revolver aux cheveux blancs": "A man and a woman absolutely white."

Unlike the previous booklets which presented dynamic, violent, active, interactive scenes, here we are in more still, contemplative images. Symbols, visions and settings to be looked at and gazed at, as the title of the section indicates.

Final day: Saturday. Element: Unknown. Example: The key of songs (again, a pun on "The key of fields", a French expression)

Only one quote: "........ / ........ / ........ / ......" from Pétrus Borel's "Was-ist-das".

For this part, the Musée d'Orsay used a quote by André Breton to explain Ernst's intentions: from the Surrealism Manifesto, "Glory to hysteria and its cohort of young, naked women sliding down the roofs. The problem of womankind is, to the world, everything there is of wonderful and troubled/murky." In this final day, we see women, always leaving a bed or bedroom or resting place, and either flying away or entering landscapes where gravity does not work. There is clearly here a work on the "clinal hysteria", and Ernst' own take on the surealists great obsession with hysteria, that they deemed to be disease, yes, but an illness that brought both freedom and inspiration. This idea of being set free is within the section's very title: "Prendre la clé des champs", "To take the key of the fields" is an expression meaning to go away (especially to go away from an oppressing or suffocating, unpleasant situation), to flee, escape, disappear (with the connotation of the fields as a vast, open space of great possibilities and endless horizon).

[leap-loves]

Twelve Days of Self-Shipmas - Day 7 - Mistletoe - Fly Away With Me

Time for day 7 of Self-Shipmas, as found in this post! This time it's Dragon Ball Z time with Android 16 and Raine! I swear he keeps making me write the most for him-

“I really shouldn’t be surprised that Bulma goes all out for the holidays,” Raine commented absently, taking in the colorful lights and decorations even just on the outside of the Briefs’ house. She couldn’t even imagine how much more there was inside.   

Android 16 offered a hum of agreement from beside her, absently fussing with the sweater he was wearing that depicted a bird sitting on a tree. A partridge, as he recalls. It felt strange for him to be in such casual clothing when they go to a gathering of so many fighters... But Raine had insisted that there wouldn’t be any fighting this time. Not even ‘friendly sparring’ amongst the Saiyans.  

He had his doubts.  

Still he followed her in, ducking slightly to get through the door frame.  

As they expected, the inside of the house was certainly… festive. There were string lights on just about every surface, and a massive tree in the main room. Wreaths decorated each door, and there was music playing from…somewhere. With the way it permeated the building, it was most likely that there were speakers hidden in each room. The duo could already hear the laughter from their friends, prompting Raine to beam as she takes 16’s hand to pull him towards the festivities.  

An absolutely massive buffet table was one of the first things they noticed, especially considering the fact that half of their group was already at the table. The Saiyans were stuffing their faces, predictably. The rest of the gang was spread out throughout the room and chatting amongst themselves, everyone having a cup in hand and a smile on their face.  

Bulma was quick to notice them, raising a hand in greeting. “There you two are!” She called happily, going over to meet them properly. She was in a short red dress with white fluff on the bottom and a matching Santa hat, dressed perfectly for the holidays. “I was starting to worry that you’d decide not to come hang out with us,” she added with a playful pout, opening her arms to hug Raine, “but look at you two, being all cute and festive!” 

Laughing as she eagerly accepted the hug, Raine flashed Bulma a playful grin and stepped back slightly to show off her green dress, fashioned to make her look like a christmas tree, with lights and garland wrapped around her.  

“It actually lights up, too!” Raine beamed, pressing a button in the hem of the dress to make the lights flicker. 

Bulma clapped excitedly at the sight because even though she could absolutely design something more intricate, it was still cute! “Well, feel free to wander around, we still have spare food prepped, so don’t worry about competing against the Saiyans,” She reassured, ‘whispering’ the last bit playfully. 

Raine snorted and shook her head. “That’s a relief, but honestly we figured that if need be, we’d grab something on the way home.” 

“Affirmative,” 16 finally chimed in, having let the duo talk while he observed the others, “We intended to grab hamburgers and walk home.” 

Bulma giggled behind her hand and nodded happily, gesturing for them to mingle. “Well, enjoy yourselves, and let me know if you need anything!” Without even letting them respond, Bulma hurried off to do some more chatting herself and check the food stocks. 

“Want to go say hi to the other Androids?” Raine asked, looking up to 16. 

16 considered before nodding, heading over to where Krillin and 18 were standing first, as they were closest. 

When seeing the two approach, Krillin raised a hand in greeting and offered a lopsided grin. “Hey you two! Fashionably late, I see.” 

“The only way to be late to anything Bulma has plotted is to be fashionably so,” Raine retorted easily. When 18 offered a small wave of their own, Raine mimicked easily while 16 simply offered a nod in response. 

 After a moment of consideration, 18 couldn’t help a small smirk as she glanced towards Krillin. “Why don’t you grab them drinks, and check in with Bulma?” 

“Bulma?” Krillin echoed curiously, tilting his head. 

“Mmmhm.” 18 insisted, turning her attention back to a skeptical Raine and a very confused 16. “Now then, 16, how have you been adjusting?” 

16 tilted his head slightly as he considered the answer. “There has been… a lot to learn. But it has been nice. After Raine completes her work, we go for walks in the park to see the people and animals. And we have set up a bird feeder at home.” 

Raine beamed, patting his arm. “He’s even built a… I’d say a bird house, but it’s more like a bird mansion. He designed a bird bath into it, and it has multiple houses and sections for a bunch of birds to be in! Bulma even provided some small cameras that we set up in the mansion so that he can check on them.” 

“It is relaxing to watch.” 16 insisted. 

18’s expression softened at the back and forth, crossing her arms. “I’m glad to hear it. Sounds like you’re in good hands.” 

“Affirmative. I am in very good hands.” 

“Good, I was worried I might have to give Raine a small… warning.” 

Despite poor 16’s confusion, Raine giggled sheepishly and shook her head. “No, no need. Though I will say, I’m glad you didn’t insist. I don’t want to be on your bad side.” 

Laughing properly, 18 nodded in understanding. “Have you met her folks yet?” 

“Yes, I did,” he confirmed, tone laced with uncertainty. “They… do not seem to like me.” 

Raine huffed and tugged his hand gently to draw his attention back down to her, her cheeks puffed out slightly. “16, dear, you’re fucking massive to us ‘normal’ humans, in height and muscle. You outclass all of my customers. My family just worries for my safety since I try to keep all of this away from them… It’d blow their minds.” Shaking her head, she offered him a smile. “They’ll get used to you. And hey, Andi likes you!” 

Krillin finally returned to the group, having caught the tail end of the conversation, couldn’t help but chime in. “I can kinda see where they’re coming from. If I didn’t know you, I’d feel preeeetty intimidated. Heck, I was, when we first met.” 

This seemed like a strange epiphany to 16, who even looked to 18 for her thoughts. She simply shrugged, since they aren’t wrong, but she hardly counts as ‘normal’ or ‘human’ anymore… 

“Enough about all of that though!” Raine chirped, hoping to avoid 16 getting too concerned about how intimidating he can be despite his kind heart. 

Krillin glanced up, over their heads, and couldn’t hold back his snort. So instead he put his forehead against 18’s arm, prompting her to look up too and smirk. “Looks like we have more company.” 

“Hm?” Raine hummed, having enough sense to look up first. “Gohan?” 

Gohan smiled sheepishly above them, holding a plant that she couldn’t quite recognize at this angle. “Hi Auntie Raine! Miss Bulma asked me to do this… sorry,” he explained,  though his tone didn’t betray any guilt. 

“Do what?” Raine asked, her curiosity getting the better of her as she flew up to match his level, one hand settled gently on 16’s shoulder for better stability. With practiced ease, 16’s hand settled on her hip, ready to catch her should she falter. “Is that-”

“Mistletoe, yes.” Gohan confirmed sheepishly, even the tips of his ears a little pink at getting pulled into Bulma’s ‘game’. But well… it’s harmless, and it’s a cute tradition!

Raine flushed red and shook her head. “If you’d be willing to help me get my revenge, think you could catch her and Vegeta under the mistletoe?” 

Gohan laughed and nodded. “Of course!” He grinned “But only after I’m done here.” 

“You’re stubborn, just like your parents.” Raine teased, reaching up to ruffle Gohan’s hair. 

Still she relented, letting herself hover a little lower. “What does it mean to be ‘under the mistletoe’?” 16 asked, looking to Raine for an explanation first. 

“It’s a tradition for two people who are ‘caught under the mistletoe’ to kiss. I don’t actually know where the tradition started, but it’s a cute one.” Raine explained, humming thoughtfully before planting a kiss on his forehead first, only to start giggling at the lipstick mark that was left. Though she was startled out of her amusement by playful boo-ing around them, making her realize that their entire group had been watching them. Flushing bright red at having so many eyes on them, she squeaked as she lost focus and started to fall. 

Fortunately she didn’t have far to fall, 16 quickly moving to catch her so that she was sitting on his arm. “Are you okay?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. 

Giggles still bubbling up from her embarrassment, Raine offered a nod of reassurance. “I’m okay, thank you.” 

“Why were they disapproving?” 16 asked, still holding her up with ease. 

Raine huffed a little and cupped his cheeks, squishing them carefully, even if they didn’t have near as much give as her own hands. “Because they were hoping for a proper kiss.” 

With that, Raine finally gave the crowd what they wanted, kissing 16 carefully. It was short and sweet, but seemed to be exactly what their friends were wanting, based on their cheers. 

When they parted, 16 let out a small hum. 

“Thoughts?” Raine asked with a small giggle. 

16 carefully considered his response. “I think… I like this tradition.”

[thelensofyashunews]

9LIVES SHARES NEW SINGLE "MAN OF THE YEAR" (W/  PRETTIFUN) 

20-year-old New Zealand artist/producer 9lives has just shared his new single"Man of the Year" (w/ Prettifun)––out now via PULSE Records. The video arrives on the heels of the Rico Nasty and Kanii-assisted "my way" and follows a profusion of collaborations this year including Trippie Redd, Lil Nas X, LAZER DIM 700, Anycia, Lancey Foux, and Odetari. After linking with 9lives via Discord this summer, Prettifun’s hyper-glitchy sound, which he’s since elevated this year by adding vocals to match, has led to critical acclaim––dropping two-full length projects in the last 6 months, Pretti, and Funhouse, the latter receiving a 7.4 fromPitchfork. "Man of the Year" hits with a trunk-rattling bass drop and laser style synthesizers as Prettifun'smelting vocals play compliment to 9lives massive glitch-filled production. About the song 9lives says: "Man of the Year is the type of song to play just before New Year's ticks over, such that the drop comes in as the clock strikes midnight to set your year off right. This is for the people who are proud of themselves and want to celebrate the wins they’ve achieved along the way." "Man of the Year" is a confetti drop of ascendancy for 9lives who will be a special guest on Kanii's upcoming #BLUE tour, which kicks off in Hamburg, Germany, on November 30th (get tickets here). He also recently collaborated with skaiwater and Lil Nas X on the remix of the former's "light!" (7M Streams),Lancey Foux on "ABU DHABI", and Kanii and Anycia on "I DID IT" — earning his stripes as one of the most in-demand producers of his generation.

Fusing elements of trap, cloud rap, hyperpop, and electronic music into his own supernatural sound, 9lives has accumulated over 800 Million Streams through monstrous collabs like “I LOVE YOU HOE“ with Odetari (400M+ Streams) and "Go (Xtayalive 2)" (250M+ Streams). With dark aesthetics that harken back to his gaming and anime influences, 9lives cultivates a sonic world in which bass-boosted 808s and distorted synths are mashed together into an explosive sound that has already caught the attention of Trippie Redd — producing “Popular” off his latest LP. Out now, "Man of the Year" (w/ Prettifun) showcases the futuristic sound that 9lives is pioneering, serving as an avant-garde soundtrack for the next generation.

[beardedmrbean]

Germany’s right-wing Alternative for Germany (AfD) party was met with massive crowds of protesters Saturday, after a report revealed it had discussed deporting millions of immigrants, including German citizens, late last year. 

Investigative journalism group Correctiv published a report Wednesday on the meeting between AfD and the Identitarian Movement (IM) in November, claiming IM member Martin Sellner presented a plan for "re-migration" of immigrants out of Germany, including those who already have citizenship, but have failed to integrate.

AfD has confirmed the meeting, which was allegedly captured on hidden cameras, took place but rejected assertions that it reflects their party policy.

"The AfD won't change its position on immigration policy because of a single opinion at a non-AfD meeting," a spokesperson told Reuters.

Protesters across Germany held signs on Saturday that read "Never Again is Now," "Defend Democracy" and "Against Hate" as the meeting garners comparisons with the Nazis. 

A protest in Frankfurt on Saturday had around 35,000 people and one in Hamburg had around 50,000, police said. Others took place in cities like Stuttgart, Nuremberg and Hannover. 

Hamburg’s demonstration ended early over crowd size safety concerns. 

Large protests in cities like Berlin and Munich are also planned for Sunday. 

The report and subsequent protests have also renewed calls for a ban on the AfD in the country. 

The AfD was founded in 2013 and polling suggests it has around 23% support in the country. 

AfD was the first right-wing party since the Nazis to win a mayoral and district council election when it did last year. It has also made significant gains in state elections in Bavaria and Hesse. 

German Chancellor Olaf Scholz condemned the AfD and Identarian Movement in a statement on social media last week, comparing them to the Third Reich.

"We protect everyone — regardless of origin, skin color or how uncomfortable someone is for fanatics with assimilation fantasies," said Scholz. 

Although immigration is a top issue in the country, Scholz himself previously admitted "too many are coming." 

[winemom-culture]

The economy debate is the most insane I’ve felt on Twitter in a long time. The core of the argument seems to be “we can’t judge an economy based on vibes,” which, alright, fair. But then there’s a contingent that takes it a bridge further to say “well, people SHOULD be happy with the economy because we’ve returned to a pre-covid state that’s comparable/better than 2019. You’re just doing bad faith hatred of the Democratic Party if you’re not happy with the economy now.”

This group always seems to conveniently gloss over the relatively massive increase in our welfare state from ~2020-2022, which is now slowly being axed bit by bit. I think it follows to say when you have a population that is drowning, throw them a bone and then rip it back away- the return to the “norm” is going to produce bad economic sentiment, and that’s totally reasonable.

Instead of talking about that at all, they’re QTing TikTok screencaps of 15 year olds complaining about the economy through the lens of McDonald Hamburger and going “gotcha leftists! There’s more to economy than just McDonald’s Hamburger!” without pausing for one second and using that big adult brain to realize maybe that’s NOT someone who has a fundamental understanding of the core problem yet, and blindly sees prices around them soaring.

I don’t know if it’s intentionally disingenuous or just primarily a group of people lucky enough to have not felt a tangible improvement in their quality of life with stimulus, child tax credit, Medicaid continuous coverage, etc., so maybe it really doesn’t occur to them. But I don’t think arguing and going “well actually…,” in the face of parents who got pushed back below the poverty line between 2021 and 2022 is conducive to the Leftist/Socialist/whatever mission for any reason at all, really, even if the stats do technically support it.