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anxiouswhumpyescapism · 2 years ago

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I posted 362 times in 2022

13 posts created (4%)

349 posts reblogged (96%)

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I tagged 345 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#angst - 115 posts

#misc - 106 posts

#dazed - 81 posts

#bruised - 71 posts

#bloody - 56 posts

#whump art - 42 posts

#comfort - 40 posts

#bucky barnes - 38 posts

#unconscious - 37 posts

#fandom ws - 34 posts

Longest Tag: 126 characters

#this is so amusing to me because sibling whump in nature was and at times still is the main thing i consume in fanfiction lmao

My Top Posts in 2022:

Like The Dawn

"I Know It Will Pass" (Bertolf)

You can also find this on Ao3.

Fandom: Prodigal Son (2019) | rated: General Audiences | wc: 198 (drabble)

Characters: Malcolm Bright & Gil Arroyo | gen

Tags/warnings: mild hurt/comfort, headaches/migraines, comforting Gil Arroyo

Summary: Malcolm gets a sudden migraine.

For some reason, it comes out of nowhere.

His concentration wavers, until that point the article before him crystal clear and the focus of his attention. His line of view blurs, the printed words start to tremble – and then the pain is clutching at his temples, sudden and adamant. He closes his eyes immediately. He has ignored the symptoms up until this point, isn’t even sure there were any.

The article flutters from his hands onto the table, a deep sigh escapes his lips.

He swallows hard.

There will be horrible nausea next, it’s already blooming in his stomach, starting to crawl up his body. Grinding his teeth makes the hammering pain in his temples worse but he can’t stop himself while he crumbles forward, bringing his arms up onto the table, turning them into a makeshift pillow for his head.

His heart races.

It’ll be okay. It -

„It'll pass, City Boy.“, a warm quiet voice washes over him and he feels a hand at the nape of his neck, hears a glass being put on his table.

Gratitude fills him and his jaw relaxes. The sigh leaving his lips is now one of relief.

It will pass.

6 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

One of my favorite tropes or whatever is honestly the Caretaker saying "Damnit, [whumpee name]", and tapping the Whumpee's cheek or frantically touching their limbs, looking for a wound, the source of the blood, for what's wrong.

Hng, just. The worry, the angst....the unconscious or dazed other person's life lying in the hands of that Caretaker who's massively anxious, bordering on panicking and still prioritizing the Whumpée.

Just takes the "Damnit, (name)" of panicky, jittery, worried-out-of his mind caretaker with not-quite-there Whumpée to make my heart a-flutter...

10 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

Kommunikations - Quadrat

Man kann das hier auch auf Ao3 und ff.de finden.

Fandom: Tatort (Team Stuttgart) | rated: General Audiences / P6 | wc: 1371 (OS)

Charaktere: Sebastian Bootz, Thorsten Lannert, Stefanie Seiler | gen

Tags | warnings: Episode tag zu Episode: “Videobeweis”, mild hurt/comfort, light angst, ein Hauch von Fix-It mit ein bisschen Versöhnung, Freundschaft | Familienprobleme

Synopsis: Manchmal führt das Einreiben von schmerzenden Rücken zu kathartischen Gesprächen.

„Kannst du mir den Rücken einreiben?“

Sebastian hält inne und wirft Thorsten einen fragendenden und leicht überrumpelten Blick zu.

Bitte was?!

„Ich komm‘ da selber nich‘ hin.“, erklärt Thorsten. „Bitte.“

Wortlos steht Sebastian auf, der Cappuccino für den Moment vergessen. Ohne etwas zu erwidern tritt er an den Schreibtisch seines Kollegen heran und nimmt die Salbe in die Hand, kommt hinter Thorsten zum Stehen.

Julia schwebt ihm vor dem inneren Auge, auf das der Gedanke an Majas trockene und entmutigende Nachrichten folgen. Er schiebt diesen von sich und unterdrückt ein Seufzen, als sich Thorsten vorbeugt und es offensichtlich Sebastian so einfach wie möglich machen möchte, an seinen Rücken zu gelangen. Sebastian hilft ihm, sein Oberteil etwas hochzuziehen, nachdem er die Tube aufgeschraubt hat.

„Wie lang geht das eigentlich schon so?“, fragt er, während er ein wenig Salbe auf den unteren Rücken Thorstens drückt und dann mit einem Finger etwas ungelenk verreibt.

„Eine Weile.“

Thorstens Stimme klingt angestrengt und ein wenig peinlich berührt. Er stützt sich auf seinen Schreibtisch auf – Sebastian muss sein Gesicht gar nicht sehen, um zu wissen, dass es wahrscheinlich vor Schmerz ein wenig verzogen ist

„Aha.“

Konzentriert verreibt Sebastian erneut ein wenig Salbe, während sich kurz Stille über sie legt.

„Ich glaub‘ Julia hat damals während der Schwangerschaft mit Henri genau die gleiche Salbe benutzt. Bei Maja aber nich‘, da war’s eine andere.“, erklärt er.

Es rutscht ihm quasi einfach so raus.

„Hm.“, entgegnet Thorsten nur.

Etwas in Sebastians Brustkorb zieht sich zusammen und er presst die Lippen aufeinander, um diese versehentlich geäußerte Information nicht weiter auszuführen. Stattdessen drückt er den Finger mit Salbe ein wenig in einen Knoten, den er zu spüren glaubt, und runzelt die Stirn.

„Herr Doktor Vogt hat angerufen, die Erge- oh. Sorry.“

Sebastian schaut auf und trifft den Blick ihrer aktuellen Auszubildenden. Er hat nicht einmal Zeit, zu erschrecken – sehr zu seinem eigenen Erstaunen fühlt er sich auch nicht einmal irgendwie ertappt. Niemandem wird entgangen sein, dass Thorsten in letzter Zeit Schmerztabletten als neue Mahlzeit-Beilage anzusehen scheint. Er weicht Frau Seilers Blick weder aus, noch macht er irgendwelche Anstalten, schnell von Thorsten wegzutreten.

„Ähm. Die Ergebnisse von der DNA-Analyse vom Brieföffner sind da.“, fügt Frau Seiler hinzu und Sebastian schraubt ruhig die Tube wieder zu.

„Wollen Sie auch ´nen Cappuccino?“, fragt er und weist mit der Salbe auf die To-Go-Becher.

Ihre Auszubildende wirkt ein wenig amüsiert, scheint dem Angebot aber nicht abgeneigt zu sein. Sie nickt bestätigend, macht ein paar Schritte auf Sebastians Schreibtisch zu und schnappt sich einen der Becher. Sie blickt Sebastian und Thorsten noch einmal kurz an, nickt – und geht dann wieder.

„Hm.“, gibt Ersterer von sich, und wendet dann den Kopf wieder in Richtung seines Kollegen.

Er stellt fest, dass sich dieser wieder aufgerichtet und etwas zu ihm gedreht hat, die Hände in den Hosentaschen. Sein Blick ruht auf Sebastian, der diesen aber nicht wirklich deuten kann. Ein wenig zurücktretend runzelt er die Stirn.

Was ist denn jetzt los?

„Hm? Was?“

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14 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

Malcolm please! 😊

Kizza! ❀ You shall receive 🤗🙈

concussion + see tags

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"Bright? Come on. Malcolm, look at me. Please."

When Malcolm's head lolled forwards, Gil caught it. The cheeks under his fingertips felt clammy and he swallowed the panic threatening to engulf his chest. This was going to end well, it had to.

"G-Gil? What's..going on?" The words were murmured and could hardly be heard.

Gil swallowed, pushing Malcolm back against the wall, gently, stroking a sweaty strand of hair away from the younger man's pale forehead.

"You fell, City Boy. You fell. "

Malcolm squinted at him from eyes half shut, hands limp in his lap.

"Tha' doesn't sound fun.", he slurred, a little louder than before.

"No. It doesn't.", Gil answered, shifting his weight on his knees.

"Gil...I'll be fine."

A short moment of silence settled over them, the traffic nearby the only sound.

Gil forced his throat to work, but he felt a vague sense of certainty.

"Yes, you will, Malcolm."

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44 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Jaskier 👀

Hell yeah 👀 Thank you!

trying to hide an injury (kinda) + see tags

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“Let me look, Jaskier.”

They’re both watching him, like he’s going to break any second. Vultures, the both of them.

“No. No, it’s fine. Honestly, Geralt."

“Bard, come on, you’re trembling. Your hands should get looked at, and that shoulder... Don’t be an ass.” Yennefer sounds incredulous and frustrated. But she tugs at his sleeve, probably harder than intented, eyes fluttering down and sucking in her lower lip. She’s frowning, very hard.

“Fuck off, you two. Like I said. It’s- It’s fine.”

But his heart is pumping very hard in his chest and he might pass out any second. Shit. Fuck all of this. A hurting body is not at all preferable and should be made un-hurt. Theoretically, he knows this. Theoretically, he knows a lot of things.

“Jaskier?”

Geralt can actually sound very worried. Huh.

“Jaskier, you..you should sit the fuck down.”

Yennefer too, apparently.

He presses his eyes shut and swallows, because the wave of dizzyness brings nausea with it.

“Y-yes. I should.”

Two sets of hands grab him gently by the arms.

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79 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

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nilsinio85-blog · 5 years ago

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The Camino Diaries XII

“There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I'm born to leave.” (Charlotte Eriksson - Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps)

22/04/2015: I didn’t sleep too well in Agés but I got up early, just as I planned the night before. I think it was the first time I started walking before 7am and it was beautiful: I walked during sunrise:-) (Most people love sunsets but I think they are overrated compared to sunrises, which are at least just as great!;-) I came towards Atapuerca, where there is a famous stone circle just outside the village. This place is also famous for some very old and unique bones of hominides that archeologists found here. After having a look at that stone circle left of the way, I saw Zlata coming out of Agés a few hundred metres behind me. Well... we actually didn’t plan to walk together that day and I think we both knew that we needed some alone time... but the Camino brought us together again;-) So we had a nice breakfast in the village of Atapuerca.

After that, we decided to walk our own pace each. We stayed within sight for a while but then headed on individually. Surely, we would meet again, I thought. To be honest, I did feel a bit bad about that as Zlata and me also became good friends..., but like I said: it’s what we both wanted that day. It was quite cloudy but we came up a hill where you have a first glimpse at Burgos and at the wide open plains of Castilla. A plateau it is, to be precise: The (Iberian) Meseta is at an altitude of around 700 to 900m above sea level but mostly very flat, full of corn fields and with hardly any woodland. Many pilgrims say that this is the most boring part of the Camino Frances. In summer it can be very hard because of the heat and little or no shade from any trees. I heard people talking about skipping that part and taking a bus or train to Leon... Something I never thought of. After crossing the flat plateau you learn to appreciate the mountains way more. And never will I forget the sound of the wind in the leaves of the first little woodland I passed in many days... but I will come to that in one of the following texts. Here’s the view on what lay ahead of me:

Burgos came closer and I heard of an alternative, way more beautiful route along the river into the city, avoiding the industrial outskirts. I first met Bill and Mark, an American father with his son, both preachers (I was to meet them more often). They too said, they were going to look for the alternate route. I went on. I roughly knew that I had to keep left somewhere. Ivan overtook me, we just said “Hi” shortly. He was quite fast that day. He headed straight along the regular way through the industrial area, but he was too far away hat I could yell after him. Also, I think he wore earphones... That was the last time I had seen him in many days to come, but we met again!

Anyway, I kept left and met a very friendly old man. He recognized me as a pilgrim of course, but my Spanish was too bad to speak to him. He indicated that I should follow him and he just walked with me for a little while, showing me the route through the beautiful park along the river. I said “muchas gracias”:-)

The way along the river was beautiful. It was quite long too: about 10km. I was alone again and the closer I came to the centre, I met more and more city folk doing sports, walking their dogs, feeding ducks or doing other city things. I got into a very solemn philosophical mood then. I wrote into my diary in the third person about the pilgrim arriving in the big city:

“Der weise Eremit marschiert in die Großstadt ein. Er meidet den Asphalt, denn der Peregrino will mit Gottes Erde direkt in Kontakt sein. Die Menschen schauen ihn seltsam an oder ignorieren ihn, nur noch selten bekommt er ein Lächeln geschenkt oder einen “Buen Camino” gewünscht. Jogger kommen an ihm vorbei, sie rennen und rennen in großen Kreisen und kommen doch nirgendwo an. Des Peregrinos Freunde sind der Fluss, die grünenden Bäume und die Vögel und Enten, die ebenso wenig am Trubel der Stadtmenschen teilhaben. Mit innerster Ruhe und scharfem Auge sieht er Dinge, die kein Stadtmensch mehr sieht, blickt gelegentlich gen Himmel und summt vor sich hin, bewundert die erhabenen alten Bauwerke der Stadt, spürt deren Geschichte... und merkt, dass er mit den Stadtmenschen hier nicht mehr viel gemeinsam hat.”

“The wise hermit marches into the city. He avoids the tarmac wherever possible for the peregrino wants his feet to touch God’s earth directly. People look at him strangely or ignore him completely. Only few give him a smile or a “Buen Camino” now. Joggers pass him: they run and run in big circles, never arriving anywhere. The peregrino’s friends are the river, the flourishing trees and the birds and ducks, who also don’t take part in hectic city life. Calmly and with sharp eyes he sees things, the city dwellers don’t seem to see anymore. Sometimes he raises his eyes up to heaven, silently hums a little, admires the old buildings of the city and feels their history... and he feels that he seems to have not much in common with the city people anymore.”

Thus, I solemnly arrived in the city centre in deep thoughts and again also in that kind of thankfulness: thankful for having such grand and fine feelings. On the Cathedral Square though, these turned into sheer amazement! Standing there at least as solemnly as I felt was the magnificent Cathedral of Burgos:

My jaw literally dropped when I saw it:-) It was only noon and I went into the office to ask for albergues.I also met some of the younger pilgrim’s friends there, for example Frank. I went into the nice Albergue Parroquial “Santa Catalina”. After a siesta I walked around the city a little and who did I meet? Zlata!:-) We ate something together and went into the Cathedral. It is just as impressive inside. Breathtaking! Zlata took that photo of me and the Cathedral:

(Yes, I had a jeans with me back then! But a very light one I could roll up to about the size of a half-litre-bottle;-)

I wanted to look at more things in Burgos but the Cathedral was a big highlight and took us quite some time. I then went shopping for food and other stuff (needed a new notebook for the diary) and then I had dinner. That night I felt like reading in the bible. They often had English bibles in the Albergues and it’s not the first time I had read in that book (I studied philosophy, I love that kind of stuff). I was interested if the bible says something about freedom, as I also associated my feelings walking into the big city with freedom: being (to some extent) free from many “needs” of civilized life. Unfortunately, I did’nt find much about freedom, but I came across Luke 17:6 again, which I have read before and like very much:

Then the lord said: “If you had faith the size of a mustard grain, you would say to this black mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea!’ and it would obey you.”

Faith... it grew that day. Faith in being a pilgrim. Faith in arriving in Santiago. Faith in that it is right and makes sense to be on that way. Just now when I’m writing this, I realize I had completely different feelings the night before in Agés. So a circle closed and something brought me on track again... God(?) :-)

One rather sad thing happened that day: I saw not only Ivan but also Zlata for the last time in many days. But I didn’t know back then. When we said Goodbye after visiting the Cathedral, we were like “See you tomorrow on the way!” It took longer than the next day, but we were to meet again. You will find out when the Camino Diaries continue :-)

#The Camino Diaries

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crowdiminico · 4 years ago

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Yeah I saw that game where he said that quote obviously and he proceeds to walk around maskless in Nice. He just posted it on his insta story and I swear I want to smack him. He is irresponsible. Him and Sascha are entitled brats. So this is the future of Tennis ?? Well we are fucked then. I really liked both of them but all these things are just too much and I find myself facepalming everytime they do something. In my mind they are "Fedals sons" or their heirs. Call it whatever you want.

Right now I'm face-palming even more - since Sascha has apparently decided he's no longer self isolating and is now partying in Monaco 🙄

In my mind, Thiem is definitely Rafa's hier, so to speak, and Zverev is like 'Roger's Son' (? Idk since Baby Fed is already taken so, let's go with son) but they've proven recently that they might not have the... What's the word... Public appeal? Humbleness? I don't really know but they don't have the same feel.

I've been thinking... The most unproblematic Next-Gens during lock down have been Medvedev and Kyrigos. I can't believe it 😂

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ueber129 · 6 years ago

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01.07.2018 Ivanovo - Russe

Die Regengebiete waren durchgezogen. Gestern gab es viele Schauer und abends ein starkes Gewitter, das auch für einen kurzzeitigen Stromausfall in Ivanovo sorgte.

Wir hatten einen netten Tag in unserem kleinen Hotel, denn es kam noch ein Tandempaar vorbei. Raimer und Ingrid wollten eigentlich im Restaurant nur kurz eine Kaffeepause machen. Wir haben uns aber so gut unterhalten, dass die beiden kurzerhand entschieden haben, im Hotel zu bleiben. Eine gute Entscheidung, denn später regnete es wieder wie verrückt. Wir haben zusammen ein wunderbares Abendessen genossen. Die Crew des Hotels zauberte hausgemachte bulgarische Küche auf den Tisch. Heute früh trennten sich dann unsere Wege. Wir fuhren nach Osten weiter und die beiden gen Süden. Wir besuchten noch die UNESCO Welterbestätte der Felsenkirchen von Ivanovo und waren sehr froh, dass wir diesen Abstecher gemacht haben. Die Felsen am Fluss, die Wandmalereien und die Atmosphäre waren sehr beeindruckend. Wir sind dann eine wahnsinnige Entfernung von weiteren 20 Kilometern nach Russe gefahren. Wir haben festgestellt, dass wir wahre Meister darin sind, an Wochenenden in die großen Städte einzureisen (Wien, Budapest, Belgrad, Russe). Das hat Vorteile, weil nicht so viel Lkw-Verkehr ist. Unser Hotel liegt gegenüber von einem größeren Supermarkt. Ich hatte wochenlang keinen mehr gesehen, nur die kleinen Dorfläden, und war etwas überfordert, mich für irgendeine Auswahl zu entscheiden. Im Dorfladen nimmt man halt das, was da ist. Eine etwas merkwürdige Selbsterfahrung! Morgen müssen wir nochmal in einen Radladen, deswegen bleiben wir hier - es gibt sonst nichts mehr für die nächsten 500 Kilometer.

The rain had stopped today. Yesterday we had lots of showers and in the evening a heavy thunderstorm which caused a power failure in the town.

We had a comfortable stay in our small hotel, and we had fun because another tandem – couple had arrived.Raimer and Ingrid hopped off their bike to drink a coffee. And then we chatted happily, so they decided to stay at the hotel, too. A good decision because later on it was pouring. We had a gorgeous dinner together, prepared by the crew of our hotel. Good homemade Bulgarian cuisine. Today we parted and went along. We went eastwards and they went to the South.

We visited the UNESCO site Ivanovo with the rock – hewn churches. It was really impressing to see the rocks, the river valley and the caves with the murals and to feel the magic.

We made aride of some awesome 20 kms to Russe. We notice that we are good at entering big cities on weekend days (Vienna, Budapest, Belgrade, Russe). That is quite a benefit because there‘s not that much truck traffic. Our hotel is situated oppsite to a larger supermarket. I hadn‘t seen one for weeks, only those small shops in the villages. I was quite overwhelmed to find my right choice. In the small shops you just take that little what they have. Quite some awkward self experience.

Tomorrow we have to go to a bikeshop to get some supplements. The roads are taking their toll and we want to be prepared for our next 500 kms.

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lesinstantsdeshasha-blog · 7 years ago

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“We are family”

Let’s enjoy this instant in English, shall we?

VERSION FRANÇAISE, À L’AISE !

Ce nouvel Instant de Shasha va aborder un sujet assez...délicat pour moi.

Hier, 29 novembre 2017, signait le deuxième anniversaire de la mort de la grand-mère maternelle de mon mari, que j'aimais comme si elle avait été ma propre grand-mère, et autant vous dire que c’était une femme que j'aimais et admirais énormément, et c’est encore le cas aujourd’hui. Lorsque j'ai appris son décès le soir du 29 novembre 2015, j'ai senti un vide immense en moi. Même si elle avait 90 ans, nous ne nous attendions pas à ce qu'elle s'en aille aussi subitement, cela a été un vrai choc. J'ai vécu et vis toujours sa mort comme un arrachement, que je peux presque encore sentir physiquement. La mort a fauché une partie de moi en l’emmenant avec elle.

Voici donc la raison pour laquelle le 29 novembre est pour moi une date difficile à affronter. On me dira que ça fait déjà deux ans, qu'il est temps de s'en remettre. J'ai fait mon deuil depuis longtemps mais il n’empêche que ce jour-là, la douleur est encore présente, très forte, comme une violente piq��re de rappel. Et c'est probablement parce qu'au-delà de la perte d'un être cher, cela touche un sujet plus vaste : la famille.

« La famille, c'est sacré », « la famille est un sanctuaire »...je ne nie pas ces affirmations, mais tout dépend de ce que l'on met derrière le mot « famille ». S'il s'agit des personnes avec lesquelles on a lien « de sang » (j'utilise des guillemets car comme j'ai été adoptée, ce genre de lien n'existe donc pas pour moi), c’est-à-dire les parents, frères et sœurs, oncles, tantes, cousins, grands-parents, etc., alors je ne me sens pas concernée.

Pendant des années, j'ai considéré ma famille comme se réduisant à ma mère et ma sœur. Pourquoi ? Parce que les personnes constituant la soi-disant famille autour de nous ont, pour résumer, pourri nos vies entre mépris, méchanceté et racisme dans mon cas et celui de ma sœur dans une moindre mesure. Croyez-moi, j'aurais largement préféré de l’indifférence, surtout quand certains d'entre eux habitaient littéralement à côté de chez nous et qu'on se voyait donc potentiellement tous les jours. Je ne considère donc pas ces gens-là comme faisant partie de ma famille, en dehors du sens « biologique » du terme.

Je me suis aussi pris une claque il y a quelques années lorsque ma mère m'a révélé que ma grand-tante (dont je parle dans mon précédent article) lui avait dit avant sa mort que j’étais une gentille petite fille mais que jamais je ne ferais partie de la famille. J’ai eu l'impression de me prendre un mur en pleine face. C’était ma mamie, j’étais sa petite-fille alors qu'en fait...non, c’était juste la tante de ma mère et j’étais juste une fillette sympathique qui habitait avec ma mère et venait lui rendre visite.

À partir de là, je me suis dit que si je voulais une famille s’étendant au-delà de ma mère et de ma sœur, je devais la construire moi-même (je précise néanmoins qu'il y a eu un retour dans ma vie d'un oncle et sa femme et de cousins mais, même si ça a été une joie et un soulagement, je suis restée malgré moi sur mes gardes). Et c’est aussi là que j'ai réalisé que j'en avais en fait déjà une en mes proches amis et celui qui allait devenir mon mari. Puis ma relation avec ce dernier avançant, j'ai fait la connaissance de sa famille et je dois admettre m’être sentie un peu jalouse des relations entre tous ses membres (je ne dis pas que c'est une famille parfaite, ils ont leurs propres soucis et je ne suis pas dans l'idéalisation, mais en comparaison avec ce que j'ai vécu, c'est une chouette famille !). Mais je ne me suis pas emballée, j'avais peur de ne pas être acceptée, de me sentir de nouveau exclue, ce qui est un sentiment pour le moins désagréable. Puis j'ai rencontré la grand-mère maternelle de mon futur mari à l’époque et là...mon rêve secret d'avoir une « vraie » grand-mère s'est réalisé. À partir de là, j'ai pu fièrement dire aux gens que j’étais la petite-fille de quelqu'un. Quand elle est partie, j'ai eu très peur de m’être fourvoyée encore une fois – car je ne lui ai jamais dit clairement ce que je ressentais et demandé ce qu’il en était de son côté – mais on m'a immédiatement rassurée et confirmé que oui, cette femme adorable me voyait comme son troisième petit-enfant, comme un membre de sa famille. Mon seul regret est de ne pas l'avoir remerciée et de ne pas lui avoir dit à quel point je tenais à elle mais j’espère que mon comportement et mes actes le lui ont montré.

Je dois donc beaucoup à mon mari, grâce à la famille duquel cette notion a été en quelque sorte restaurée dans mon esprit. Vous me direz que comme nous nous sommes choisis, ils n'ont pas d'autre choix que de faire avec moi et ma présence, mais j'ai vraiment l'impression qu'ils me considèrent comme une des leurs (ce sentiment a été très intense le jour de notre mariage, comme s'il en avait été une confirmation) et je ne crois pas me tromper.

« On ne choisit pas ses parents, on ne choisit pas sa famille », dit une chanson française. C'est vrai, dans un sens, on naît là où on naît. Mais je pense que quand on grandit, on peut déterminer soi-même qui compose notre famille, on peut choisir notre famille, on peut choisir les personnes pour qui nous serons toujours là et inversement. On construit soi-même sa famille. Et pour moi, ce livret de famille que vous voyez en illustration de cet article et qui nous a été remis à mon époux et moi lors de notre mariage en est un beau symbole. Les liens du cœur priment sur les liens du sang.

ENGLISH VERSION HERE, MY DEAR!

This new Instant de Shasha is going to deal with a quite…touchy topic, as far as I’m concerned.

Yesterday, November 29, 2017, marked the second anniversary of the death of my husband’s maternal grandmother, whom I loved as much as if she had been my very own grandmother, and believe me, that means I loved and admired this woman very very very much, and I still do. When I learned about her death on the night of November 29, 2015, I felt nothingness for a moment. Although she was already 90 years old, we sincerely did not expect her to pass away so suddenly, it came as a real shock. I felt like she had been torn away from me, from us, it was such a pain I almost physically felt. Death reaped a part of me apart when He took her away with him.

Here is why November 29 is a quite a difficult day for me to face, now. You will probably tell me it’s already been two years, that it’s time to move on. I’ve grieved over her death for a long time now, but still, on this particular day of the year, my pain is still there, quite solidly, like a violent reminder of what happened that night. And things are certainly this way because beyond losing someone dear, this has to do with something wider: family.

“Family is sacred”, “family is a sanctuary”…I’m not saying this is not true, I’m saying that it depends on what the word “family” means. If this means people with whom you have “blood ties” (I’m using quotation marks because I was an adopted child, so this kind of ties are not relevant in my situation), e.g. parents, siblings, cousins, grandparents, etc., then, you’re talking to the wrong person.

I’ve considered my family as being only my mother and my sister for years and years. Why, you ask? Because the people forming this so-called family around us have, to say things briefly, just tore us off by being despising, nasty to us or even racist with me and with my sister at a lower intensity. Believe me, I would have given anything to exchange all of that for indifference, moreover because some of those people just lived next to our house so we could see each other every day. Therefore, I do not consider these persons as being part of my family, apart from the “biological” sense of the word.

I was also brought down to earth with a bang a few years ago when my mother confessed that my grand-aunt (whom I talked about in my former post) had told her before her death that I was a very nice little girl, but I would never ever be part of the family. I just felt like my head had been smashed against a wall. She was my grandma, I was her granddaughter whereas actually…no, she was just my mother’s aunt and I was just a nice little girl who happened to live with my mother and payed her visits sometimes.

From that moment on, I told myself that if I wanted a family which would extend beyond my mother and sister only, I just had to build it myself (note: since then, one uncle and her wife and a few cousins have returned in my life, but even if I felt joy and relieve, I stayed cautious still). And this is also when I realised that I actually already had a family: my closest friends and the man who was to become my husband. Then, as our relationship went on, I met his family and I have to admit that I felt a bit jealous about the relationships between all of its members (I’m not saying it’s a perfect family, they do have their own issues and I’m not idealising anything, but compared to what I lived, it’s quite a nice family!). But I refused to get too much enthusiastic, I was afraid of not being accepted, or feeling excluded again, which is not a great feeling. Then, I met his maternal grandmother…and my secret dream of having a “real” grandmother came eventually true. From then on, I could proudly tell people I was someone’s granddaughter. When she passed away, I was really afraid of that I’d fooled myself again – because I’d never told her clearly what I felt for her nor asked he what she felt for me – but I was immediately reassured and got confirmation that this adorable woman indeed considered me as her third grandchild, as a member of her family. My only regret is that I couldn’t thank her and didn’t tell her how much I loved her but I hope my behaviour and my deeds showed that to her.

I owe a lot to my husband, and thanks to his family which kind of rehabilitated this notion in my mind. You’ll probably say that as we chose each other to be partners for life, they didn’t have much of a choice and have to do with me being there, but I really feel like they do consider me as one of theirs (this feeling was very intense on our wedding day, as if it had been a confirmation of all of this), and I don’t think I’m mistaken.

“You don’t choose your parents, you don’t choose your family”, says a French song. This is true, indeed, in a sense, you were born where you were born. But I think that when you grow up, you can choose yourself who will be a part of your family, you can actually choose your family, you can choose the people you will always be there for and vice-versa. You build your family yourself. And, to me, the family record book that you can see as an illustration of today’s post and which was given to my husband and I on our wedding day is a beautiful symbol of this. Heart ties will always be stronger than blood ties.

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Chicago - Day 3

7h42 (14h42 pour vous, les gens pressés du vieux continent) : je mange mes céréales sur le sofa de l'appartement ! Je me félicite sur le choix de ses derniers, ils sont vraiment délicieux ! Ce qui, au vue de la taille du rayon céréales ici (proportionnelle à la taille dès buildings sans doute) est une réelle prouesse ! Et, ils ont du lait d'amande en veux-tu en voilà ! Et ça, c'est sympa pour nous, les gens à qui le lait donne la diarrhée (next time j'utiliserais le mot intolérance au lactose).

Bon, il pleut (le soleil c'était juste pour le 1er jour). J'enfile donc mon kway et mon bonnet et je cours jusqu'à la station with my new friends (les brésiliennes et l'argentin). Hier, on a passé le level test. Ils ont le même niveau, donc on est dans la même classe, on commençait donc tous à 8h35 (ça pique). Je précise ici que (oh surprise générale, ola de foule en délire) mon niveau est pas mal ! Niveau intermédiaire ! B2.2 ! L'italien a trop les boules, il a niveau inférieur alors qu'il pensait être meilleur que moi (ah ah ah !! Rire machiavélique).

Donc, les cours débutent jusqu'à 1:00 pm. Longue matinée !! Très longue matinée, mais j'ai tenu le choc et participé ! Notre prof est canon ça aide à la concentration (il s'appelle Matt, mais tu ne dois pas réellement prononcer les "tt" de la fin... donc recommences... encore... bon on va s'entraîner..).

Je ne vais pas te décrire ici, ce qu'on apprend en classe (je ne voudrais pas perdre ton attention) mais en gros : vocabulary, reading, discussion. Finalement, c'est (en nettement plus pro) la méthode que j'applique avec mes élèves de Paris ! Ambiance détendue, sans pression pour te donner juste l'envie de parler, parler, parler l'anglais (encore et toujours).

On a fini par aller déjeuner ! 1er Burger !!! Vegetarian burger (je t'ai vu lever les yeux au ciel ! Tu les baisses stp...). C'était bon ! Gras mais bon !! Le fromage dégoulinait ! Les mecs savent se faire plaisir !

Après, dernier cours (nettement plus barbant). On était plus nombreux, ce sont des présentations faites par les élèves pour expliquer leur passion... tu t'assoies et tu écoutes ton confrère pendant 1h raconter sa vie, son œuvre, sa passion. La, c'était Silvia et sa passion pour le dressage de chevaux (ça t'aurais plu à toi en somme.. mais bon moi, l'amour des chevaux et la complicité de la bête avec son cavalier... ça va 2 minutes) ! Silvia a d'ailleurs précisé à son public en délire qu'elle ne mangeait pas de cheval (CONGRATULATIONS) !

Après, tout ça, je suis rentrée chez moi, fatiguée.. j'ai marché un peu avec Alain le français, avec qui (je t'assuuuure) on parle anglais ! Les autres n'arrivaient pas à prononcer son nom, ils disaient "Alan" ! Je me suis donc permise d'intervenir pour rectifier ce point : "oh guys, it's not Alan, it's Alain like Alain Delon" !!! Après un "aaaaaaaaaaaaaah" général, ils ont donc commencé à l'appeler "Delon"... oups... bon Alain m'en veut pas, ça va !

Là, je suis à l'appartement avec mes roomates. On discute et on se repose car demain on recommence ! Ce sera plus facile, car je commence plus tard, à 11:35 am.

Audrey

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I do not like that Adele and the rest of those cry babies. I want to listen to girls that fuck shit up. Oh boo hoo, shut up, get angry, turn that hurt into art, scream, do whatever you want, just don’t be Tori Amos.

You know how it is, you are listening to a podcast about female punk rock singers and it gets you to thinking about what sort of lists there are of singers out there on the intertubes. You hit the google running and land on this gem: a FREE 325 track female-fronted punk rock international anthology. I have not even begun to make a dent in this list, they are all waiting patiently for my next thirteen or so trips to the gym. Actually knowing those ladies, probably not too patently.

A Reference Of Female-Fronted Punk Rock: 1977-89

As the title indicates, this is a homemade 12 x CD-R (!) compilation of punk bands fronted by female vocalists from 1977 to 1989.

More like a giant mixtape than a compilation, as only 36 copies were made. You may notice that some of the bands didn’t have a steady female vocalist (The Lewd, etc.) but he still included songs that were sung by another member of the band. This is as international as it gets, with stuff ranging from world famous Blondie or Crass to the most obscure Eastern European cassette compilation veterans.

[UPDATE 4-4-2016] All the links have been updated and should work now. Thank you so much for your interest.

DISC 1: Download link

1. Blutsturz – Schweigen (Demo) (Germany, 198?) 2. Penetration – Money Talks (England, 1977) 3. Pyhäkoulu – Painajainen (Finland, 1986) 4. VulpeSS – Me Gusta Ser Una Zorra (Spain, 1983) 5. The Comes – Panic (Japan, 1984) 6. Suicide Squad – New Kids Army (Australia, 1980) 7. Rivolta Dell’Odio – Altari Del Terrore (Italy, 1984) 8. Sick Things – Anti-Social Disease (England, 1977) 9. Accident (a.k.a Accidents) – True Detective (USA, 1979) 10. Dishrags – I Don’t Love You (Canada, 1979) 11. Último Resorte – Hogar, Dulce Hogar (Demo) (Spain, 1981) 12. The Fastbacks – Someone Else’s Room (USA, 1981) 13. Anorexia – Rapist In The Park (England, 1980) 14. Phobia – Pretend You’re Not Crazy (USA, 1978) 15. Androids Of Mu – Bored Housewives (England, 1981) 16. Sort Sol (With Lydia Lunch) – Boy-Girl (Denmark/USA, 1983) 17. Tappi Tikarrass – Skrid (Iceland, 1984) 18. Flowers – After Dark (Scotland, 1979) 19. The Rentals – I Got A Crush On You (USA, 1979) 20. Pariapunk – Double Face (France, 1987) 21. Amsterdamned – Traditie Amme Balle (Netherlands, 1982) 22. Dr. Zeke – Vild I Skogen (Sweden, 1979) 23. The Lewd – Magnetic Heart (USA, 1982) 24. Au Pairs – Kerb Crawler (England, 1980) 25. Mo-Dettes – White Mice (USA/Switzerland/England, 1979) 26. Stripes – Weekend Love (Germany, 1980) 27. Violators – The Fugitive (England, 1980)

DISC 2: Download link

1. Schund – Schund (Austria, 1982) 2. Wunderbach – Raya (France, 1982) 3. Total Muzak – Någonstans I Sta’n (Sweden, 1980) 4. Liliput – Hitch-Hike (Switzerland, 1980) 5. NJF – Sitting!! Pretty (Canada, 1984) 6. S.I.B. – Listless (Italy, 1981) 7. Manisch Depressiv – Zeitmaschine 1 (Switzerland, 1983) 8. Sheena & The Rokkets – Omae Ga Hoshii (One More Time) (Japan, 1979) 9. Rezillos – Flying Saucer Attack (Scotland, 1978) 10. Sado-Nation – Messed Up Mixed Up (USA, 1982) 11. Lucrate Milk – Fucking Pacifist (France, 1983) 12. Dan – Lust Is Greed (England, 1987) 13. Nasty Facts – Drive My Car (USA, 1981) 14. Life Cycle – Indifference (Wales, 1988) 15. Livin’ Sacrifice – Mentalsjuk (Sweden, 1981) 16. The Brat – Attitudes (USA, 1980) 17. Non Band – Ducan Dancin’ (Japan, 1982) 18. Bizkids – VIPs (Netherlands, 1980) 19. Minus Cway – Gdje Me Vjetar Odnese (Yugolsavia, 1982-88) 20. The Rats – Broken Wire Telephone (USA, 1983) 21. Anouschka & Les Privés – Contrôle (France, 1980) 22. Slits – Vindictive (England, 1977) 23. ICA – Untitled (Netherlands, 1981) 24. Trash – Peace Of What (USA, 1984) 25. Boys Boys – Monley Monkey (Japan, 1980) 26. Honey Bane – Girl On The Run (England, 1979) 27. TNT – Razzia (Switzerland, 1981) 28. Nuns – Wild (USA, 1980) 29. Electric Deads – 30 Years (Denmark, 1982) 30. Conflict – Who Will (USA, 1984) 31. Atims – Women (Netherlands, 1982)

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1. Hans-A-Plast – Polizeiknüppel (Germany, 1979) 2. Usch – LTO (Sweden, 1979) 3. Desechables – El Asesino (Spain, 1984) 4. Ici Paris – Le Centre Du Monde (France, 1980) 5. Action Pact – Suicide Bag (England, 1982) 6. Invaders – Backstreet Romeo (England, 1980) 7. Lepers – Flipout (USA, 1979) 8. Franti – Vento Rosso (Italy, 1983) 9. Out On Blue 6 – Examples (England, 1981) 10. Mr. Kite – Exit B9 (Japan, 1978) 11. De Zweetkutten – Atoomgeweld (Netherlands, 1981) 12. Ideal – Berlin (Germany, 1980) 13. Holly And The Italians – I Wanna Go Home (USA, 1981) 14. Modesty – Kad Srce Radi Bi Bam (Yugoslavia, 1982-88) 15. Delta 5 – Anticipation (England, 1980) 16. Beex – He Obliterates Me (USA, 1981) 17. Kaltwetterfront – Revolverheld (Germany, 1982) 18. Hydra – Ombre (Italy, 1985) 19. Vacum – Är Ungdomar Människor? (Sweden, 1980) 20. Nixe – Man Under My Bed (Netherlands, 1981) 21. Alternative – Seen Through Tear-Filled Eyes (Scotland, 1984) 22. Schematix – Nothing Special (USA, 1980) 23. Eyes – Don’t Talk To Me (USA, 1978) 24. Russians – Anything She Wants (England, 1980) 25. Kontrola W. – Manekiny (Poland, 1982/1998)

DISC 4: Download link

1. Kizza Ping – Den Nya (Sweden, 1982) 2. Strapaze – Tage (Germany, 1983) 3. Glueams – 365 (Switzerland, 1979) 4. Kleenex Aktiv – Hilfe (Germany, 1985) 5. XL Capris – My City Of Sydney (Australia, 1980) 6. Josie Cotton – Johnny, Are You Queer? (USA, 1981) 7. Rakketax – Van Agt (Netherlands, 1980) 8. A-Heads – No Rule (England, 1982) 9. Drustvo Prisjecavalaca Boljih Dana – Sexualna Ovisnost (Yugoslavia, 1982-88) 10. Pink Champagne – Söndagsskolehyckel (Sweden, 1980) 11. Curse – Killer Bees (Canada, 1978) 12. Flirt – Don’t Push Me (USA, 1978) 13. Mizutama Shouboudan – Shinkuu Pakku Toraberu (Japan, 1981) 14. Bizon Kidz – Godsdienstwaanzin (Netherlands, 1981) 15. X-Ray Spex – I Live Off You (England, 1978) 16. Reactors – World War Four (USA, 1980) 17. Klasse Kriminale – Construito In Italia (Italy, 1988) 18. Debils – Maso (Switzerland, 1981) 19. Plastix – Geschlechtsverkehr (Austria, 1981) 20. Avengers – Teenage Rebel (USA, 1978) 21. Hagar The Womb – Idolization (England, 1983) 22. Blitzkrieg – Szene (Germany, 1989) 23. DIRT – Hiroshima (England, 1981) 24. Disturbers – KZ Syndroom (Netherlands, 1980) 25. Andreas Dorau Und Die Marinas – Fred Vom Jupiter (Germany, 1981) 26. Pandoras – That’s Your Way Out (USA, 1984) 27. Lost Cherrees – Living In A Coffin (England, 1982) 28. Learned Helplessness – Vegis (USA, 1982) 29. A-Gen-53 – Stalingrad-Stumpfsinn (Austria, 1981)

DISC 5: Download link

1. Crass – Where Next Columbus? (England, 1981) 2. A.P.P.L.E. – If In Heaven (USA, 1985) 3. Sleeping Dogs – (I Got My Tan In) El Salvador (USA/England, 1982) 4. Asbest – Family Care (Netherlands, 1982) 5. FFF – Arbeit Macht Dumm (Germany, 1986) 6. Gas – World Peace (Japan, 1985) 7. Les Calamités – Toutes Les Nuits (France, 1984) 8. Mother’s Ruin – Godzilla (Switzerland, 1979) 9. Toxic Waste – Traditionally Yours (Northern Ireland, 1985) 10. The Ex – Lied Der Steinklopfer (Netherlands, 1989) 11. NBJ – Dead Porker (USA, 1982) 12. Doll – Trash (England, 1978) 13. ST-37 – Unknown Soldier (Germany, 1985) 14. Jetset – Tot Hier En Niet Verder (Netherlands, 1982) 15. Fega Påhopp – Hålla Masken (Sweden, 1980) 16. Alma Y Los Cadáveres – Confidencias de Nutrexpa (Spain, 1982) 17. Da Stupids – Alien (USA, 198?) 18. Essential Logic – Quality Crayon Wax OK (England, 1979) 19. Beardsley – Summer Holiday (Japan, 1986) 20. Lärm – Pigeon (Netherlands, 1982) 21. Fatal Microbes – Violence Grows (England, 1978) 22. Sin 34 – Not (USA, 1983) 23. Vice Squad – Latex Love (England, 1980) 24. Lord Eva Braun – Week-End à Blois (France, 1989) 25. Ätztussis – Bullen (Germany, 1980) 26. Falange – Falange Suburbana (Brazil, 1988) 27. Bags – Survive (USA, 1978)

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1. Conflict – The Guilt And The Glory (England, 1982) 2. Putrid Girls – 1234 (USA, 1983) 3. Nog Watt – Going On (Netherlands, 1984) 4. Suburban Reptiles – 45 Single (New Zealand, 1978) 5. Lost Kids – Alle Taler (Denmark, 1979) 6. Edith Nylon – Edith Nylon (France, 1979) 7. Expelled – No Life, No Future (England, 1982) 8. Tollwut – Seuchen (Germany, 1981) 9. Blondie – Youth Nabbed As Sniper (USA, 1977) 10. Wartburgs Für Walter – More More Anymore (East Germany, 1989) 11. Ref – Soda Bikarbona (Yugoslavia, 1982-86) 12. Chumbawamba – beginning To Take It Back (England, 1986) 13. Mizz Nobody – Smittad (Sweden, 1978) 14. Platzangst – It’s A Light (Germany, 1983) 15. The Pogues – I’m A Man You Don’t Meet Every Day (Ireland, 1985) 16. St. Vitus Dancers – The Survivor (England, 1982) 17. Mary Monday & The Bitches – I Gave My Punk Jacket To Rickie (USA, 1977) 18. DZK – Juventude (Brazil, 1988) 19. Cocadictos – Juan Pablo II Y Amigos (Spain, 1983-84) 20. K.U.K.L. – Dismembered (Iceland, 1984) 21. Petticoats – Allergy (England, 1980) 22. Kalashnikov – Ødelæg Og Hærg (Denmark, 1984) 23. [name removed per request] 24. Indirekt – Shell Helpt (Netherlands, 1985) 25. Namenlos – Nazis (East Germany, 1984) 26. UXA – No Time (USA, 1980) 27. Peggy Luxbeurk – Sueur Froide (France, 1982) 28. Flere Døde Pansere – Midedød (Denmark, 1983)

DISC 7: Download link

1. Toxic Shock – Remote Control (England, 1984) 2. Toxic Shock – Riot Riot Riot (USA, 1982) 3. Zelda – [Japanese Title] (Japan, 1981) 4. Total Chaoz – Oh Beatrix (Netherlands, 1981) 5. ZOI – Psaulme 1 (France, 1986) 6. Tozibabe – Moja Praznina (Yugoslavia, 1985) 7. Xmal Deutschland – Qual (Germany, 1983) 8. Ghost Walks – Fallen Angel (USA, 1985) 9. Life In The Fridge Exists – Have You Checked The Children? (New Zealand, 1980) 10. X – Nausea (USA, 1980) 11. Sacrilege – Dig Your Own Grave (England, 1985) 12. Combat Not Conform – Keep Your Head (Germany, 1985) 13. Typhus – [Japanese Title] (Japan, 1980) 14. Foreign Legion – Trenchline (Wales, 1986) 15. Rough Cut – Danger Boy (USA, 1981) 16. Ludus – Mother’s Hour (England, 1981) 17. The Bastards – Impossibilities (Switzerland, 1978) 18. Rutto – Paha, Kuolema (Finland, 1983) 19. Nikki Corvette – Young & Crazy (USA, 1977) 20. Photos – Skateboard (England, 1980) 21. Last Few – Suicide Commando (Netherlands, 1983) 22. Tyranna – Back Off Baby (Canada, 1980) 23. Screaming Sneakers – Violent Days (USA, 1982) 24. Poison Girls – Statement (Englmand, 1982) 25. Verdun – Günther (France, 1988) 26. Noh Mercy – Caucasian Guilt (USA, 1979) 27. Bow Wow Wow – C30, C60, C90, Go (England, 1980) 28. Götterflies – Empty (Netherlands, 1981)

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1. Post Mortem – The Casualty (England, 1985) 2. Antischism – Evil God (demo) (USA, 1989) 3. Wrong Kind Of Stone Age – Run Amok (Australia, 1984) 4. The Puke – Happy Family (Netherlands, 1981) 5. Teddy & The Frat Girls – Clubnite (USA, 1980) 6. Questions – Take A Ride (France, 1980) 7. 無理心中 [Muri Shinjuu] – Shikyuu (Japan, 1980-82) 8. Rubella Ballet – Something To Give (England, 1982) 9. Die Tödliche Doris – Kavaliere (Germany, 1982) 10. Los Microwaves – Time To Get Up (USA, 1981) 11. Extrém Exém – Eget Liv (Sweden, 1982) 12. Icon A.D. – Fight For Peace (England, 1982) 13. Dago Wops – Big Mac (Germany, 1981) 14. 8-Eyed Spy – Diddy Wah Diddy (USA, 1980) 15. Indian Dream – Insult To Injury (England, 1985) 16. Destroy All Monsters – Bored (USA, 1978) 17. Bluttat – Flying Into Heaven’s Door (Germany, 1985) 18. Raincoats – Adventures Close To Home (England, 1979) 19. Afrika Korps – Buzz Stomp (USA, 1977) 20. M’n’M’s – I’m Tired (USA, 1980) 21. キャ→ [Kyah!] – Slapdash (Japan, 1985) 22. Teenage Jesus & The Jerks – Less Of Me (USA, 1978) 23. Dog Faced Hermans – Balloon Girl (Scotland/Netherlands, 1987) 24. Mydolls – Soldiers Of A Pure War (USA, 1983) 25. Gash – Gash Trash (Australia, 1986)

DISC 9: Download link

1. Berlin – The Metro (USA, 1982) 2. Poles – C.N. Tower (Canada, 1977) 3. Kuolleet Kukat – Vihollinen On Systeemi (Finland, 1984) 4. Joyce McKinney Experience – Armchair Critic (England, 1989) 5. VKTMS – Hard Case (USA, 1979) 6. ゴメス [Gomess] – 地獄へ (Japan, 1986) 7. Charol – Sin Dinero (Spain, 1980) 8. Tragics (a.k.a Misfits) – Mommi I’m A Misfit (USA, 1981) 9. Kandeggina Gang – Sono Cattiva (Italy, 1980) 10. Jingo De Lunch – What You See (Germany, 1987) 11. Vermilion – Angry Young Women (England, 1978) 12. The Maggots – (Let’s Get, Let’s Get) Tammy Wynette (USA, 1979) 13. Brain Death – Personal Affair (Japan, 1987) 14. Squits – Porno Pirate (Netherlands, 1982) 15. Siouxsie And The Banshees – The Staircase (Mystery) (England, 1979) 16. Unwarranted Trust – Honour’s Calling (Canada, 1984) 17. Bulimia Banquet – Scientology Sucks (USA, 1988) 18. Nurse – ナ－ス (Japan, 1983) 19. Secta Suicida Siglo 20 – Virginidad Sacudida (Mexico, 1989) 20. Castration Squad – The X Girlfriend (USA, 1979) 21. Jo Squillo Eletrix – Skizzo Skizzo (Italy, 1981) 22. A5 – Reeperbahn (Germany, 1980) 23. Manufactured Romance – You (England, 1980) 24. Frigidettes – Turmoil (USA, 1982) 25. Capitalist Alienation – Nuclear Trash (Canada, 1987) 26. Sperma – Please Love Me Tonight (Japan, 1985) 27. Mystery Girls – Ego (USA, 1983) 28. Exeroica – Del Apocalipsis (Argentina, 1988) 29. Partners In Crime – I Wanna Drive You (USA, 1984) 30. Dawn Patrol – What My Gonna Do (With Me) (England, 1981) 31. Maps – My Eyes Are Burning (USA, 1979)

DISC 10: Download link

1. Neo Boys – Never Comes Down (USA, 1980) 2. New Walls – No Creation!? (Japan, 1985) 3. Gymslips – Miss Nunsweeta (England, 1982) 4. Loud Warning – Loud Warning (Netherlands, 1986) 5. Vs. – Magnetic Hearts (USA, 1980) 6. Turncoats – Waste Of Time (England, 1987) 7. Agonia – [Unknown title] (Italy, 1985) 8. Demented – Back To The Bed (USA, 1982) 9. PVC – Galehus (Norway, 1980) 10. Girls At Our Best! – Warm Girls (England, 1980) 11. Wilma & The Wilbers – Chronic Alkie (USA, 1980) 12. Cringe – Secretary Spread (USA, 1981) 13. Detectors – La Ciutat No Es Per Mi (Spain, 1987) 14. Suburban Lawns – Gidget Goes To Hell (USA, 1979) 15. Red Scare – Streetlife (USA, 1982) 16. Sofa Head – Invitation To Dinner (England, 1989) 17. 45 Grave – Black Cross (USA, 1980) 18. Plasmatics – Dream Lover (USA, 1979) 19. Not Moving – Behind Your Pale Face (Italy, 1983) 20. Enemy – Want Me (USA, 1978) 21. Potential Threat – Animal Abuse (England, 1982) 22. Anti-Scrunti Faction – Slave To My Estrogen (USA, 1985) 23. Legal Weapon – Hostility (USA, 1981) 24. OXZ – Be Run Down (Japan, 1984) 25. Shivvers – Teen Line (USA, 1980) 26. Donkeys – Wacky Acky I Aye (England, 1978-82) 27. Wrecks – Punk Is An Attitude (USA, 1982) 28. La Souris Déglinguée – Marie France (France, 1983) 29. SST – Autistic (USA, 1977) 30. Anti/Dogmatikss – Estado De Caos (demo) (Spain, 1983)

DISC 11: Download link

1. Abwärts – Bel Ami (Germany, 1980) 2. Even Worse – Illusion Won Again (USA, 1981) 3. F.U.A.L. – Freedom Under Animal Liberation (Northern Ireland, 1989) 4. Nena – Nur Geträumt (Germany, 1983) 5. Gruftrosen – Mörder Von Gestern (Austria, 1985) 6. Sledgehammer – Paramilitary Recruits (Northern Ireland, 1988-ish) 7. Deutscher Abschaum – The German Superman (Germany, 1984) 8. Family Fodder – Debbie Harry (England, 1980) 9. Pink Turds In Space – Eastenders (Northern Ireland, 1988) 10. Die Mimmi’s – Mc Donald (Germany, 1984) 11. No-Song Kutkotz – Telegram (Netherlands, 1984) 12. Ratos De Porão – Nao Me Importo (live) (Brazil, 1985) 13. Martina + Part Time Punx – Mehr Von Dir (Germany, 1987) 14. Frightwig – Only You (USA, 1984) 15. Big In Japan – Big In Japan (England, 1977) 16. Bärchen Und Die Milchbubis – Jung Kaputt Spart Alterscheime (Germany, 1980) 17. Mood Of Defiance – American Love Song (USA, 1983) 18. Virgin Rocks – Get Along With You (Japan, 1987) 19. Ana Hausen – Professionals (England, 1981) 20. Métal Boys – New Malden (France, 1980) 21. Red Cross – Standing In Front Of Poseur (USA, 1980) 22. Dolly Mixture – Been Teen (England, 1981) 23. Morbid Opera – White Flag (USA, 1983) 24. Chin-Chin – We Don’t Wanna Be Prisoners (Switzerland, 1984) 25. Lovedolls – Now That I’ve Tasted Blood (USA, 1986) 26. Compos Mentis – Confused (New Zealand, 1985-ish) 27. Hysteria – Silent Hate (England, 1984)

DISC 12: Download link

1. Pervers – Asozial (Germany, 1984) 2. Hugh Beaumont Experience – Moo (USA, 1983) 3. Inocentes with Meire – Ri Dos Hippies (Brazil, 1984) 4. Ruggedy Annes – Hollow Heroes (Canada, 1985) 5. Blowdriers – Berkeley Farms (USA, 1979) 6. Rap – Accident (Japan, 1985) 7. Decadent – Opposition Proposition (USA, 1982) 8. Warriors – Born To Ride (Japan, 1987) 9. Bambix – Little Miss Sunshine (Netherlands, 1989) 10. Super Heroines – Death On The Elevator (USA, 1981) 11. Cherry Vanilla – The Punk (England, 1977) 12. Hari-Kari – Prey For Peace (USA, 1983) 13. Kleenex – Ü (Switzerland, 1979) 14. Chute De Esperma – No Keremos (Spain, 1984) 15. Revo – Fuck The School (Netherlands, 1980) 16. The Fall – Hotel Blôedel (England, 1983) 17. Der Riß – Images (Germany, 1985)

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English, translated, lyrics, thanks to http://lyricstranslate.com/en/plus-rien-no-more.html#songtranslation I have only a few minutes to live At best a few hours, I can feel myself getting weaker My brother died yesterday in the middle of the desert I am now the last man on earth I was told in the past, when I was a child What the world was like a very very long time ago When the parents of my great grand-father lived When it still snowed in winter In those times one lived by the rhythm of the seasons When the end of summer brought about the harvest Pure & clear water ran in the streams Where deer & mooses came to drink But I have only seen a desolate planet Lunar landscapes & stiffling heat And all my friends die from thirst or hunger Falling like flies Until there was no more, No more... No more... I have only a few minutes to live At best a few hours, I feel that I am getting weaker My brother died yesterday in the middle of the desert I am now the last man on earth All this began many years ago Back when my ancestors were obsessed With bits of paper they called money That made certain men truely rich & powerful And these new gods didn't take a backward step to anything They were ready to do anything to achieve their goals In order to get even richer they razed the land Polluted the air and dried up the rivers But after a 100 years, people woke up And warned them that they had to stop it all But they didn't understand this wise prophecy These men spoke only in terms of profits It's years later that they saw the folly of their ways In a panic they declared a state of emergency When all the oceans swallowed up the islands And floods struck the big cities And for the next decade There were hurracanes & then fires Earthquakes and the big drought Everywhere one saw the distress on people's faces People had to fight against pandemics/plagues Decimated by millions by horrendous diseases And the the others died of thirst or hunger Falling like flies Until there was no more No more... No more... My brother died yesterday in the middle of the desert I am now the last man on earth Really, all the vast inelligence we were given Was nothing more than a poisoned chalice For I have only a few minutes to live At best a few hours, I feel I am getting weaker I can't walk anymore, I can barely breath Farewell mankind... Farewell mankind... French lyrics: Il ne reste que quelques minutes à ma vie Tout au plus quelques heures, je sens que je faiblis Mon frère est mort hier au milieu du désert Je suis maintenant le dernier humain de la terre On m'a décrit jadis, quand j'étais un enfant Ce qu'avait l'air le monde il y a très très longtemps Quand vivaient les parents de mon arrière grand-père Et qu'il tombait encore de la neige en hiver En ces temps on vivait au rythme des saisons Et la fin des étés apportait la moisson Une eau pure et limpide coulait dans les ruisseaux Où venaient s'abreuver chevreuils et orignaux Mais moi je n'ai vu qu'une planète désolante Paysages lunaires et chaleur suffocante Et tous mes amis mourir par la soif ou la faim Comme tombent les mouches... Jusqu'à c'qu'il n'y ait plus rien... Plus rien... Plus rien... Il ne reste que quelques minutes à ma vie Tout au plus quelques heures, je sens que je faiblis Mon frère est mort hier au milieu du désert Je suis maintenant le dernier humain de la terre Tout ça a commencé il y a plusieurs années Alors que mes ancêtres étaient obnubilés Par des bouts de papier que l'on appelait argent Qui rendaient certains hommes vraiment riches et puissants Et ces nouveaux dieux ne reculant devant rien Étaient prêts à tout pour arriver à leur fins Pour s'enrichir encore ils ont rasé la terre Pollué l'air ambiant et tari les rivières Mais au bout de cent ans des gens se sont levés Et les ont avertis qu'il fallait tout stopper Mais ils n'ont pas compris cette sage prophétie Ces hommes là ne parlaient qu'en termes de profits C'est des années plus tard qu'ils ont vu le non-sens Dans la panique ont déclaré l'état d'urgence Quand tous les océans ont englouti les îles Et que les innondations ont frappé les grandes villes Et par la suite pendant toute une décennie Ce fut les ouragans et puis les incendies Les tremblements de terre et la grande sécheresse Partout sur les visages on lisait la détresse Les gens ont dû se battre contre les pandémies Décimés par millions par d'atroces maladies Puis les autres sont morts par la soif ou la faim Comme tombent les mouches... Jusqu'à c'qu'il n'y ait plus rien... Plus rien... Plus rien... Mon frère est mort hier au milieu du désert Je suis maintenant le dernier humain de la terre Au font l'intelligence qu'on nous avait donnée N'aura été qu'un beau cadeau empoisonné Car il ne reste que quelques minutes à la vie Tout au plus quelques heures, je sens que je faiblis Je ne peux plus marcher, j'ai peine à respirer Adieu l'humanité... Adieu l'humanité...

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