#gee spector

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

"Urgh, my head. Where the hell am I?"

Theo looked around anxiously at his surroundings, but didn't recognize a single landmark. He was in a desert, he could tell that much. Probably not Arkhelios though. Anyone could see the Bellamy house from far away and it was nowhere to be found. The last thing Theo could remember had been saying goodnight to Adam and climbing into bed for the night. There weren't any memories of leaving school or arriving at any desert. This had to be a dream of some kind.

"It is a dream of sorts," a loud, somewhat familiar voice called out. "I could send you through the actual waves of time, but not as far and not as fast. Even magic has its limitations and I'd rather not fight through the currents of the Ocean unless I have to. Very few warlocks are permitted to physically cross the boundaries of time."

"You-you're that Maricourt that visited me before," Theo said, holding his throbbing head. "Evren's friend. Rio something."

"Master Reogus," the warlock corrected. "I'm one of the last Guardians of Time, and yes, a dear friend of Master Thorne. I wanted you to see something, little demon. To understand the future, one must understand the past."

"Wait, my voice is different and and hands are bigger!" Theo gasped, running his hands over himself to find that his body had changed quite a bit. While he couldn't see his reflection, he could feel the heavy weight of demon horns on his head and could feel the difference in his overall size. "I'm an adult? Is this a trick? This has to be a trick!"

Reogus smiled.

"The waves of time are fluid," he replied cryptically. "Sometimes the only method of navigating them is to change your vessel. As I've just stated, you are unable to flow with the waves to the past, only to my recreations. It it still incredibly taxing, and your natural form will adapt to the currents. The change is not permanent."

Theo audibly sighed with relief. Trying to explain to his teenage boyfriend why he had an adult body would have been a nightmare. His father would have had yet another breakdown too.

"Where are we? Why do you think I need to see something in the past? Can I call Evren?"

"We're in Strangetown," Reogus answered, ignoring all other questions. "Before its destruction. Around the year 125 or so, when times were peaceful. This family should be of interest to you."

Theo squinted against the harsh sun to try to get a better look, but he didn't know what to look for. Just because he had an adult body didn't mean that his brain had changed too.

"There's some kids hanging out in their yard. Big deal," he stated. For all the effort the warlock was supposedly going through, his presentation was awfully boring.

"That is Ripp Grunt," Reogus said sternly. "The survivor. The leader of Strangetown through the darkness. Do you not still study history in our academy?"

"Strangetown history is an elective and Adam didn't want to take it," Theo replied. "We live in Pleasantview after all."

If Theo didn't know better, he could have sworn that the ancient warlock groaned beside him.

"The Pleasantview council fought wars against insurgents who were aided by the supernatural. Those blessed with the gifts of Life fought against the darkness. The old monarch of Pleasantview fell and the demons cemented their hold on the country."

"Yeah, Life still messes around with the living," Theo said. "There's a poster in our living area with their various disguises and a number to call. They seem pretty nice though. They killed my grandma to save me and my dad."

"No, this is the old way," Reogus corrected the teen. "Lukas doesn't manifest as Life until 137."

Theo raised a skeptical eyebrow at the warlock.

"That doesn't make any sense. There's always been a deity of life to match the deity of death. It's basic magical theory. Light and dark, death and life helps bind spells and makes magic possible."

"Well, I'm glad they still teach you something in school. You may still want to think about taking more electives, child. There once was a being of Life created together with Death. Life grew greedy over the years and fell away from his purpose. As punishment, the Ocean swallowed him and his followers in its deepest, coldest depths, creating the Void as you know it and all of its demons. For a time, Death reigned alone and it was a dark time indeed."

"Young Ripp lost everything. His family, his friends, his home. For reasons that none of us mortals know, Strangetown was nearly destroyed by the newly forged demons and Pleasantview. Their entire way of life was completely destroyed in the aftermath. Limited technology, and no electricity grids to support them. The people turned to magic and their own communities to survive. If Death had destroyed their lives, the people began to call to Him in rituals to ease their suffering."

"And Ripp Grunt was there, holding the country together. The Spectors, the Smiths, they all rallied around his leadership and the old ways were born."

"The old ways?" Theo repeated, still in shock at the images before him. "Are they magic? Are they in my textbook?"

Theo watched the man before him bow before a flame, whispering a strange language rhythmically to himself. Ripp took a dagger from his side and released a small amount of blood onto some runes, something that looked very familiar to Theo.

"Oh! I know that one!" he exclaimed excitedly. "That's a spell for protection! That was on my exam last semester. This is when people practiced blood magic? This is awesome! People who actually use the same kind of magic that I do!"

"But Death was unbalanced during this time," Reogus said coldly. If Theo had to guess, this guy must have been a teacher at his school when he was alive. He talked like a teacher. "The Great Demons rose along with their blood demon brethren. The council in Pleasantview increased their attacks. It was a time of great suffering. The current Grim Reaper was born during this time. He watched the death toll rise as his father collected the many lost souls with clinical precision."

"Why are you showing me all of this?" Theo demanded. This all sounded like it was getting to the point this strange warlock wanted to make, but Theo wasn't liking the somber change in his voice or the broken look in the young Grim Reaper's eyes. "What's the point? I'll take Strangetown history 101 if that's what you want."

"You are coming of age, child," the warlock said kindly, as if he could sense Theo's discomfort. "To know the past is to know the future. To know your past is to know your future."

"No offense, but this isn't my past. This was millennia ago, I'm fourteen."

"It is the origin of your people," Reogus continued. "It is the origin of your kind. As you said, these are the people who are doing the type of magic that is in your textbooks. As you grow older, you will come into your true power. You need to see what that looks like."

"Um, I'm good now," Theo protested. "If I could just wake up from whatever dream this is, I promise that I'll take the history course. There's a lot of fire and death and creepy things here that probably look better in a history textbook."

"No, you must look closer."

Theo's stomach felt like it was being torn from his body as the warlock manipulated their reality, sending wave after wave of energy through him. A shimmering blue light enveloped him, shielding him as his entire person succumbed to the rhythm of the waves of time.

When he could open his eyes again, Theo found himself in a graveyard in the dark of night. He wasn't normally worried by gravestones, but something felt off about this place. The energy was dark and unfriendly.

When Theo moved to take a step forward, he nearly tripped. His legs were suddenly much shorter than he was used to. A quick look at his hands confirmed the change. He was no longer an adult, but still not a teenager. Had he really been this short as a child? He didn't remember the world looking this small.

"See, young apprentice, this is the result of unbalance. This is the price of an unchecked structure for your kind."

Theo stared in the direction Reogus was pointing and saw two men huddled together in the ruins of a graveyard.

"That's the Grim Reaper again," Theo noted. "At least that's who he is in my time. Victoriana says that her grandparents adore him, that he's this nice, compassionate boss who lets them get away with whatever they want."

"Well, saddled with an embarrassing name, and neglected by any parental figures will sometimes do that to a person," Reogus acknowledged. "He has lived in Strangetown for millenia and protected it as best as he could the entire time. There are limits to the abilities of reapers, though. They cannot change the flow of history unless it is their destiny or if the change has been approved by an appropriate deity. This younger Gee is still in his first lifetime, trying to protect the man he loves from his father. Without Life to balance him, Death was overpowered. All the killing that the demons did went unchallenged. Many people may have died before their time and in large quantities. All of the first Life’s powers went with the demons when he fell. Life's powers were not meant to be used for evil. The Great and blood demons were powerful beyond measure because of this. When the powers of Life are used as a weapon, people suffer. Devastating amounts of lives were lost."

"Yeah, I get it," Theo snapped, starting to realize that this whole mystical trip was really just an excuse for another adult to scold him and make him feel badly about his powers. "Murder is bad, I know."

"Father! Sir! Stop this! We can't keep letting this happen!"

Theo watched as Gee Spector pleaded with Death on behalf of the living. For all of Gee's angry words, Death seemed to be unmoved.

"Father, this can't keep happening. Ben says that they don't have the resources to survive past six months at the food dispersal center. We need to call for help. You knew Life, can't you talk to him about the demons? Why isn't the Ocean stopping this?"

"Life won't listen to me, he never has," Death replied stiffly. "All I can do is my job. It's all for the Ocean to sort out and it is too weak at the moment. I must do my duty and my duty only. I'm sorry that you've developed an attachment to the living. It's unfortunate that they suffer, but it's not my duty to deal with it."

Theo saw Gee's hands tighten into angry fists, but the reaper said nothing. The being in front of him barely looked like he cared for his son and seemed to actively despise the living humans. Theo had never thought of the current Life deity as anything other than a pest who liked to meddle in the affairs of the living, but clearly, they had changed Death for the better over the centuries.

Theo watched what he assumed was the burning energy of fallen souls dispense out of Death’s hands into the air.

"It gets better here, though, right?" he asked his magical tour guide. "Strangetown had enough food to survive? Somehow the Life deity was replaced and things got better?"

Reogus shrugged, happy to finally have the young student's attention.

"Well, since you declined the opportunity to study Strangetown history in school, I guess we'll just have to see what happens next."

[age-of-moonknight]

“Vengeance Never Dies,” Moon Knight: City of the Dead (Vol. 1/2023), #5.

Writer: David Pepose; Penciler: Marcelo Ferreira; Inker: Jay Leisten; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[ofstarsandvibranium]

To Have & To Hold: Part 1

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: To ensure you're always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don't necessarily hate Marc, but you don't get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.

A/N: another series because idk. felt like it.

"-I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." You turn to your now husband and give him a smile. He pulls you in, pressing his lips to yours. There's hollers and whistles all around you. On the outside, you appear to be a couple so in love. On the inside, your heart is dropping to your stomach.

_____________________

6 Months Earlier

"I-I thought you said you were getting better," you look at your father in disbelief. He had just delivered some heart breaking news: he was dying.

For the past few years, he's been receiving treatment and he seemed to be getting better. Turns out, within the last year, he stopped treatment because he was getting tired.

"I was, but sunshine, I just couldn't take it anymore. I'm tired and I'm getting old. I just want to enjoy the last bit of life I have left."

Anger started building up within you. You clenched your jaw and tightened your fists, "But if you end your treatments, you don't get to enjoy life much after! Dad, please just-"

He holds up a hand and you stop talking, "I've already made up my mind, Sunny. And if you're concerned with your financial state-"

"You seriously think I'm concerned with that?" you can't help but be hurt by your father's insinuation.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I know you've never cared for this life," he gestures around to his office, "But, you should know something."

"What?" you're mentally preparing yourself for even more heartbreaking news.

"You and Marc are to be married."

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops, "Are you kidding me?!"

"He will be taking over as my successor once I'm gone and, to make sure you're well taken care of, you'll be marrying him." Your father states everything as factual, giving no room for refusal or compromise.

"But what if I'm already dating someone?"

"You're not. I know you're not. I still have my eyes on you despite you being an adult."

You scoff, "Un-fucking-believable."

There's a knock at your father's office door and he says, "Come in."

The man of the hour, Marc, enters the room. He sees your fuming expression and can't help but smirk, "I see he's told you."

"Clearly. And you're okay with this?!"

Marc shrugs, "Could be worse. Plus, we don't hate each other so this marriage won't be completely unbearable."

You scoff, "Speak for yourself!" you whip around to your father, "Dad-"

"I'm just looking out for you, sunshine."

"And if I don't go through with this?"

Your father's eyes darken, "You can say good-bye to that charity organization you've been working so hard towards."

"You wouldn't."

"Don't forget who still has the power here, sweetheart."

You look to Marc whom still has a neutral expression. You felt conflicted. You'd thought that in this day and age, you'd be able to make your own choices, be able to find someone who you love and they love you back. But the world you've grown up in isn't normal. Your dad is a well known mob boss and he has power. Marc isn't terrible, but you don't know him well. But the charity organization you've been working so hard towards helped children in the community. If your dad takes that away, they won't have anything.

"Fine," you say through gritted teeth, "I'll go through with this."

Your dad's expression changes to glee, "Wonderful! You have six months to get to know each other better before the wedding."

You look at him in surprise, "You already have the wedding date planned?"

"Yes, but the venue, dress, and all of that stuff will be left to you two, of course."

You roll your eyes, "Gee thanks."

"Congratulations you two. Let's have a drink!" you sit and watch as Marc goes to your father's liquor cabinet and pours the three of you a drink. With raised glasses, your father exclaims, "To the L/N Legacy!" the three of you clink glasses and you down the entire glass. You're going to need a lot more where that came from.

[thislovintime]

Peter Tork attending concerts in 1968 — The Bee Gees (photo from Tiger Beat), and the Jimi Hendrix Experience at the Shrine Auditorium on February 10, 1968 (photo by Kim Gottlieb).

“The Jimi Hendrix Experience and Eric Burdon and the Animals played to near-capacity houses for two shows at the Anaheim Convention Centre last Friday night. […] Following the concert, Jimi, Noel and Mitch went to a party at Peter Tork’s house. Also there—David Crosby, Jim Frawley, Micky Dolenz and with Samantha Juste, and Graham Nash. For most of the evening Peter’s guests sampled health foods—the new kick at Peter’s—and listened to tracks from the forthcoming Monkee album. One song, ‘Tapioca Tundra,’ has distorted voices, while another has a strong Indian influence, featuring the sound of the tabla, and Peter on lead vocal.” - Ann Moses, NME, February 24, 1968 “Health food was just starting to catch on in the sixties and Peter was kind of a fore-runner of that whole scene. I’m afraid that sort of image was a little thin for two other guys I could mention, but I understood—I really did. And I think he knew it. I didn’t inwardly agree with a lot of his company but it didn’t keep me from dropping in on him from time to time. Great salads—and always a cold beer to wash down the tofuburgers and brown rice.” - Davy Jones, They Made A Monkee Out Of Me (1988) “Influential Personalities [of L.A.]—Peter Tork: When Stan Freberg shows up on the set of the Monkee movie, this is the Monkee he is there to see… to talk about a ‘symphony’ Tork has written, among other things. Tork, folksinger-turned-teen millionaire, also appears regularly (and without pay) at the Monday night ‘hoot sessions’ at the Troubadour—to sing and play and laugh at Monkeedom. By definition, the Monkees are in another world, but they are honest people, after all, and do fit into the scene quite well.” - Rolling Stone, June 22, 1968 The “influential personalities” named were David Crosby, Cass Elliot, Terry Melcher, David Anderle, Lou Adler, Peter, Frank Zappa, Brian Wilson, Jim Morrison, Barry McGuire, and Phil Spector, in that order. “Steve [Stills] hung out with Peter Tork a lot because they were friends from before. Stephen was very frustrated that he didn’t get to be a Monkee. It’s true. Peter was a real sweet guy. He was the Monkee that hung out with us. The party went back and forth between Peter’s house and Steve’s in Malibu. The clique was Buddy Miles, Peter Tork, Crosby, Steve and right after Monterey, they hooked up with Hendrix. We all lived at Peter Tork’s at one time or another.” - Miles Thomas, For What It’s Worth: The Story of the Buffalo Springfield (2004)

[billygoat26]

Well um, I've decided to re-make my simp list. Also, just gonna get this out of the way now- *ahem* Not. All. Of. Them. Are. Because. Of. SeGgSuAl. Reasons. Personality matters. Actually I think like- all of them are because of personality type stuff... huh- is that even simping at this point...?

Anywayssssssssssssss- LIST TIMEEEEEE IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER JUST WRITING THEM AS I THINK OF THEMMMMMMMM

Loki (Marvel- duh)

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel)

Yelena (From the Black Widow movie)

Deadpool (Gee I wonder where he's from...)

Jim Moriarty (Sherlock... the BBC one.... from 2010)

Scarlet Witch (Marvel again)

Magneto (X-Men: First Class... and the movies after too lmao)

Layla/Scarlet Scarab (Moon Knight)

Jake Lockley (Also from Moon Knight)

Marc Spector (Stiiiiiill from Moon Knight)

Steven Grant (Need I say it? from Moon Knight)

Captain Marvel (I guess... oh yeah, also from Marvel movies and shi-)

Star Lord (Eh, why the hell not. He's a funny asshole- oh yeah, Marvel movies)

Charles Xavier (alright hear me out on this one and lemme be specific as to which movie.... X-Men: First Class. Listen, think about it...)

Irene Adler (Sherlock but from 2010... Y'all know why if you've seen the show...)

That's all I can think of right now- I'm sure there's more but eh... judge awayyyyyyyy, my friends!

"Every fairytale needs a good old-fashioned villain"

[geekcavepodcast]

Moon Knight the Next Marvel Character to Die

Marvel Comics has announced the “Death of Moon Knight” (also called “The Last Days of Moon Knight”) story arc from Jed MacKay and Alessandro Cappuccio. Gee, thanks for the spoilers, Marvel. In November various titles will feature “Knight’s End” variant covers paying homage to classic Moon Knight stories.

Moon Knight #28 will be the start of the three-part saga.  According the Marvel Comics, “the story will present the climactic battle between Moon Knight and Black Spectre, and while it may mark the tragic end of Marc Spector’s latest era, his vengeance will surely outlive him!”

Moon Knight #28, featuring a cover by Stephen Segovia, goes on sale on October 18, 2023.

(Image via Marvel Comics - Stephen Segovia’s Cover of Moon Knight #28)

[singeratlarge]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Bay, The Beatles’s 1967 single “Penny Lane,” Jim Brown, Narciso Casanovas, Arcangelo Corelli, musician Andrew Crowley, Buddy DeFranco, Vicente Fernández, Fred Frith, Rowdy Gaines, Taylor Hawkins, Hal Holbrook, Paris Hilton, Arthur Hunnicutt, Michael Jordan, José José,Isaac Kappy, Alicia Key’s 2004 single “If I Ain’t Got You,” Larry the Cable Guy, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Mickey McGill (The Dells), Loreena McKennitt, Lola Montez, Chanté Moore, Huey P. Newton, Jerry O’Connell, Banjo Paterson, Lou Diamond Phillips, Puccini’s 1904 opera MADAME BUTTERFLY, Denise Richards, Rene Russo, Ed Sheeran, Sivakarthikeyan, The Temptations 1969 CLOUD NINE album, Buck Trent, Margaret Truman, Henri Vieuxtemps, and the consummate vocalist and songwriter Gene Pitney. He brought depth to simple pop songs, crafting choice cuts for Rick Nelson, Roy Orbison, Bobby Vee, and (famously) “He’s a Rebel” for The Crystals. I compare Gene to Bryan Ferry as both have a powerful and unique vocal technique that seizes ownership of any song or style. I also compare Gene to Harry Nilsson because they were branded as songwriters but had hit records from songs they didn’t write. Gene’s popular arc in the USA ran from 1961-68, but he continued to draw international audiences, particularly for his Italian language records (I’m a big fan of “Lei Mei Espatta”). His career intersected with Marc Almond, Burt Bacharach, George Jones, The Rolling Stones, Phil Spector, and other notables, and he kept touring literally till the day he died in 2006. 

Please enjoy my cover of Gene’s “Every Breath I Take” (written by Goffin/King). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PZcTHaYjfA Another GP “deep cut” I recommend is “Somewhere in the Country,” a densely orchestrated goth-folk-pop track akin to early Bee Gees. Meanwhile, HB to GP—thank you for your amazing music!

#genepitney #bryanferry #thecrystals #marcalmond #ricknelson #royorbison #rebel #harrynilsson #burtbacharach #georgejones #rollingstones #philspector #bobbyvee #goffinking #johnnyjblair

[enmusasblog]

Yusuf/Cat Stevens släpper nytt studioalbum Den 16 juni släpper Yusuf/Cat Stevens sitt sjuttonde studioalbum King of a Land via BMG/Dark Horse Records. Första albumsingeln ”Take The World Apart” släpps idag.

Nyheten anländer mitt i en våg av aktivitet inför 2023 som uppföljning till tillkännagivandet av Glastonbury Festival-debuten som kommer att äga rum den 25 juni. Där kommer han att spela på den eftertraktade Sunday legends-sloten på Pyramid Stage - en prestigefylld uppvisning som tidigare ockuperats av Diana Ross, Kylie Minogue, Dolly Parton, Paul Simon, Brian Wilson och många fler. Föreställningen kommer bara en månad före Yusufs 75-årsdag, och följer noga den förväntade releasen av King of a Land.  King of a Land är ett verk med mer än ett decennium i skapandet, fyllt av överraskningar. Yusufs nya musik, ord och melodier målar upp en bild av en värld som omfamnar de förlorade markerna av banal och obefläckad ungdom. Hans poetiska berättande bjuder på en resa till ett alternativt universum till det vi för närvarande bebor - där lyckliga slut är möjliga.  “Looking at the jagged journey of my music, beginning as I did in the 60’s, I would say this new record is a mosaic. A very clearly defined description of where I've been and who I am.” – Yusuf/Cat Stevens  Avslutningslåten "Take The World Apart" är en behaglig ingång till albumets kraftfullt barnsliga tema. Singeln släpps idag tillsammans med en tillhörande animerad charmigt lyrisk video skapad av barnillustratören Peter Reynolds som matchar den glädje och optimism som Yusufs musik naturligt framkallar.  "Sometimes you have to take something apart, to find the peace you’re looking for.” – Yusuf / Cat Stevens  King of a Land är fortsättningen på ett samarbete mellan Yusuf och Peter Reynolds som började med New York Times bästsäljande "Peace Train"-bilderbok 2021. Förutom King of a Land-omslagskonst har Peter skapat illustrationer för var och en av låtarna som porträtterar albumets teman och som finns med i skivans medföljande broschyr.  "Someone pinch me. Illustrating the Peace Train picture book was an honour, but when Yusuf asked me to create the album art and animation for King of a Land... well, I feel like I'm dreaming. The music and lyrics are truly what the world needs now more than ever." – Peter H. Reynolds  King of a Land är inte är bundet till en genre. Det är ett djupt meningsfullt och gripande självporträtt av en av populärmusikens mest uthålliga och älskade låtskrivare. Från den härligt oväntade hårdrocksintensiteten i ”Pagan Run” till den Tchaikovsky-inspirerade orkestreringen på ”How Good It Feels”, den delikata akustiska balladen i ”He Is True” till den drivande Phil Spector-goes-gospel-stämningen i ”Highness”. Det resande Wilburys-stilade rullande Americana-spelet från ”All Nights, All Days” och den utsmyckade, stämningsfulla ”Son Of Mary”.  Tidiga inspelningssessioner för King of a Land sträcker sig tillbaka till 2011 i Berlins Hansa Studios (platsen för klassiska album som David Bowies Low, Heroes och U2:s Achtung Baby). Därifrån flyttade inspelningsplatser genom åren från ICP Studios i Bryssel till La Fabrique i Provence, södra Frankrike. Ytterligare overdubs och en orkester på 60 personer spelades in i Air and Angels studior i London, med några nyckelverk som ursprungligen spelades in i Yusufs egen garagebaserade hemmastudio i Dubai som han kallar "Dubville".  “Most of the songs started with me playing and recording everything at home in the garage - it’s as close as you can get to being inside my head”, säger Yusuf.  Yusufs långvariga producent sedan 1970-talet, Mona Bone Jakon, och senare medproducent, ex-Yardbird, Paul Samwell-Smith översåg processen. När Yusuf och Paul valde musiker till albumet, sammanställde de ett toppteam inklusive basisten Bruce Lynch som först arbetade med honom på Buddha and the Chocolate Box (1974), keyboardspelaren Peter Vettese (Jethro Tull, Bee Gees, Simple Minds) och trummisen Russ Kunkel (Joni Mitchell, Carol King, James Taylor, CSN&Y), samt hans välbekanta tvåmannaband av Kwame Yeboah och Eric Appapoulay.  Den sista mixen av King of a Land ägde rum i Henley-on-Thames i George Harrisons privata studio i hans tidigare hem, Friar Park.  “We were very privileged to be in Friar Park,” säger Yusuf, “and to be one of the first outsiders to enter that control room and mix an album. George Harrison has been an immense influence on me spiritually, from the very beginning. He pioneered certain thoughts and ideas, which stretched way east, and that was very important. If you listen to some of these songs on this album, you’ll hear a kind of spirit of George.”  Albumet släpps också genom Dark Horse Records, Harrisons eget bolag som drivs av hans son Dhani.  Den bestående framgången för Yusufs musikaliska arv bygger på en myriad av faktorer, men nyckeln bland dem är den kusliga förmågan han har att omsätta sin livfulla fantasi till musikalisk form. Denna hunger och vilja att skriva, spela in och underhålla är har inte avtagit i King of a Lands.  Nästan 60 år har gått sedan en sjuttonårig "Cat" undrade ut på popscenen med hits som "Matthew and Son" och "I'm Gonna Get Me a Gun", och skrev tidlösa klassiker som "The First Cut Is The Deepest" och ”Here Comes My Baby”. De tidiga låtarna var bara början på ett långt musikaliskt äventyr som fortsätter ända fram till idag.  King of a Land finns att förbeställa på grön vinyl i gatefold-format med ett 36-sidigt häfte med illustrationer av Peter Reynolds. CD-skivan innehåller också ett häfte illustrerad av Peter Reynolds - förbeställ här. En exklusiv utgåva av albumet, pressat på vit vinyl, finns tillgänglig från den officiella Yusuf/Cat Stevens onlinebutik ihop med albumvaror - besök den officiella butiken här.  King of a Land‘ Album Tracklisting   1. Train on a Hill   2. King of a Land  3. Pagan Run   4. He is True   5. All Nights, All Days  6. Another Night in the Rain   7. Things  8. Son of Mary   9. Highness  10. The Boy Who Knew How to Climb Walls   11. How Good it Feels   12. Take the World Apart  

För intervjuer kontakta: Anette Ståhl / Enmusa Music, tel: 0707-180 120 anette@enmusamusic.com 

För mer information: Ulrika Hammar / BMG, tel 0705–295 312 ulrika.hammar@bmg.com

[izzysarchivedblogs]

Gee, where had she heard that one before? Greer's not peeved at all, she's heard it a hundred times and she makes the same jokes herself. ❝ I figured it was time I upgraded to spandex from bikini. ❞ There had been a ninety percent chance she was talking about the fur and stripes. She was the suit; it's nicer when she gets to play dress up.

Not tonight however, getting in on nightly prowls was not the way she thought her life would go. It's all Marc Spector's fault, charm behind the mask and being an old time friend.

❝ Trust me, I'm not on Avengers business and the pension is almost not worth it. ❞ It's better than nothing for a single mother.

❝ I could hook you if you're desperate. ❞

@oceansfirst ♡’d for a starter

{✗} "I'm not really a CAT person--but I'm digging the suit! Very creative," Cindy grinned, though her mask hid her amusement. She landed elegantly on the roof of the water tower, holding on with her palm. "Anything I can help you with here? Or are you just STAKING out?"

There's a pause and her eyes widen. "Don't tell me the AVENGERS are up to something and didn't bother to reach out! Ugh, I feel like you guys need a RECRUITMENT fair or something. At least an email list."

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

The air around the Grim Reaper suddenly crackled with dormant power.  That was always the first sign. Like a tornado, there were always warnings of the coming danger if you knew what to look for. Lukas may be his father's partner, but there were times over the centuries where the deity of Life had been lethally dangerous and Gee could never forget that. While the Demon Sovereign remained convinced that Life could not take a life or end an existence of a living thing, Gee knew better from experience. There were only a handful of souls over the millennia that had been lost from his records and somehow Lukas had always been the last person to see them before they vanished. Death was always reliable and certain. It followed the rules and no one was exempt from its reach no matter how rich they were or how they begged. Death was predictable; Life was dangerous.

"Lukas, you should have told me you were coming over," Gee called out cautiously. The energy coming from his doorway wasn't threatening, but he could sense Life’s anxiety all the same. This wasn't just a friendly visit; this was a work matter.

"I have Davis' sweater from when he came to visit last week and Leah made-"

"Yeah, yeah, ask your father to help with that, he's retired," Lukas interrupted quickly. "We need to talk."

"About what?" 

Gee sighed, and as a game to save his sanity, he tried to guess the topic at hand.

His father? No, Lukas usually showed up already drunk and with their annoying best friend when they wanted to complain about Death. Something at work? That was harder to guess. Lukas had been better than usual at work the past few decades. They hadn't completely burned down their shared official office space since marrying Death. His reaper teams hadn't reported Life's occasional interference with the living kingdoms so it had to be….

"Demons," the two said together. Gee groaned, crossing his arms irritably.

"You do know that the demons aren't constantly after you, right? We've been down this road before."

"Come tell me that when you've had to reincarnate twice because of demons," Lukas replied defensively, toying with an artifact on Gee's shelf. "They want my power, they'll never stop."

"And has anyone tried since you came back this time? Since you married Dad? How about since you revived your line of champions and have living agents out in the world to report back to you? Or since taking control of your full powers and nearly burning down half of the afterlife because you and Dad were fighting?"

"They could always try again," Lukas muttered but their stepson was tired of having this conversation over and over again.

"And the last demon who tried to take your powers? Are they still around, setting a good example of how to seize powers they can't control?"

"You know they're dead, but that doesn't mean-"

"The last great demonic commander in the Demon Wars isn't dead, he's nothing," Gee snapped. "He doesn't exist, he was wiped clean out of existence into some hellish alternate universe, if he survived at all. And before that? He was driven mad by just touching your lowest abilities. The last person to try to seize your powers, you obliterated yourself with ease. No one is trying to steal your powers, Lukas. Even if they were, you'd just reincarnate again.  Stop worrying about demons."

Lukas paused, toying over their next words and whether it was worth it to share their information with their stepson.

"I can feel it," they said quietly. "Something powerful is growing and I can feel it. It's getting stronger in the old magic and the angels-"

"What about the angels?" Gee demanded. "There's like four of them left and they haven't said anything relevant since the formation of Pleasantview. They're relics, remnants of a broken system. Ignore them."

"They're tied to me, I can't ignore them," Lukas pouted. "They said-"

"Did you watch the workplace training video I sent you?"

"Angels and Demons Are Not Your Enemy or Demons: They're Just Like You? I don’t need workplace training, I can remember how things used to be and who i have control over just fine."

"I'm older than you and I don't remember the old days," Gee remarked dryly. Well, at least Lukas had read the titles of the training. He had made the training for his reaper students, but it never hurt to remind the chaotic deity of how the universe was supposed to function.

"You're only seventy something years older than me," Lukas protested. "That's nothing. Besides, I had a much closer view of things than you did. I know what I know and I know that the demons are planning something. Look at the whiteboard."

Gee frowned.

"What whiteboard?"

"You know, the whiteboard," Lukas replied, gesturing vaguely with their hands. When Gee continued to stare blankly at them, Lukas tried to hide their chuckle. "Your dad never told you? I thought for sure that it'd be covered by your extensive training program."

"Clearly not."

"Let's go to your office upstairs, your father wouldn't want me to discuss this openly."

Gee followed Lukas upstairs to his private office, curiosity getting the better of him despite his hesitation. While it was true that he was older than the deity, Lukas did know a lot more crucial information than he did. Gee had been estranged from his father for centuries and had developed a terrible reputation among his fellow reapers by acting out. There were things Gee's father knew that were older than the universe itself and he absolutely would not divulge them to his son if asked. Lukas' paranoia might be the only way he'd ever learn his father's secrets. 

Lukas locked the office door behind them and took a seat on Gee's desk.

"Okay, how much do you know about deals?" they asked curiously.

Gee shrugged.

"Demon deals? The basics I guess. It's an energy transfer of some kind that demons rely on."

Lukas shook their head quickly.

"Nope. Not what I mean. Where do you get your list of reaper candidates from? When someone dies who is eligible to take your training? How do you find out?"

"A list appears on my desk," Gee replied. "Or sometimes I get a message on my phone. Dad never said where they come from. He said it wasn't any of my business."

Truthfully Gee had always wondered how he received the names of who was to die and when. It was a question that many reaper candidates asked him and Gee had always repeated his father's words to them in reply. It wasn't anyone's business and that was the best he could say.

"It's not. Not really. People think that your father makes the list and he doesn't correct them. He used to receive it just as you do now, though he knew who was sending it. Back in the beginning, way back before even you were born, there was the Universe, your father and my…predecessor. Way back before even demons or teams of reapers existed. Just those three and thousands of angels to govern the living and the dead."

Gee knew the gist of the distant past, or he thought he did. His father governed the dead, working opposite to Life, just as Gee was doing now in his place. The first Life deity had fallen away from his purpose, taking scores of angels with him to pursue power. Life became the devil, the very first demonic sovereign and his followers became demons, sent into exile in the Void the Universe had created to house them. Lukas had come into existence later to take the devil’s place as Life, but their powers spawned from the empty space the devil left behind. Because of this connection, Lukas remained tied to the demons on some level. Demons began as corrupted servants of Life, despite the many differences between them now. He supposed that was why Lukas felt entitled to the handful of remaining angelic beings as well. Lukas was the closest thing they had to the original deity they had served. 

"So the Universe makes the list and decides who lives and dies? What does that have to do with deals or a whiteboard?" Gee sighed. 

"Demons aren't the only creatures that can make deals," Lukas said cryptically. "Your father can too. Apparently he used to play cruel games of chance with the loved ones of someone destined to die. Let them extend their loved one's life slightly longer if they won. It's twisted. It's certainly something he'd yell at me for doing these days anyway. He was a different man back then." 

"And?"

"And if he altered someone's lifetime, then the change had to be recorded somewhere. Back when it was just Life, Death and the Universe governing existence, any message that needed to reach the other deities was written down. The first messages were on a scroll, then a chalkboard and now a whiteboard in modern times. We don't use it often anymore, since your father and I live together and the new Demon Sovereign tends to just ignore us, but it's still there."

"So why has no one told me about this?" Gee asked skeptically. "Shouldn't I have access to something that important? I'm doing Dad's job after all."

Lukas shrugged.

"I guess he didn't think it was important for you to know," they answered. "Your father can be a little…unaware that he's being close minded at times."

"You think?"

With a snap of their fingers, a plain looking whiteboard appeared beside Lukas. Gee tried to hide his interest, but he was obsessed from the moment he'd discovered that his father had hidden this object from him. What was on it? What secrets did it hold? Was this something he could use in the future? 

To the naked eye, the board didn't hold anything supernatural or strange. Sticky notes were added, written in various samples of handwriting. He could see one note from Lukas that listed the school numbers for their children in case of an emergency. One note was a surprisingly spicy reminder from his father that Lukas' father would be looking after the kids for date night. Next to that was a list of seven unfamiliar names, some crossed out and two with stars beside them. It was a rare glimpse behind the wall of secrecy that his parents erected around their private life. If he didn't remember every detail now, Gee was certain that he'd never see this board or its secrets again.

"The Kenukin matter had been resolved," Gee read aloud, startled to see the name of his hated half-brother written in faded ink before him. "What does that mean?"

"Hmm. A bit of business from a few centuries ago, just ignore it," Lukas said quickly. "The important part is in the corner on the right hand side."

Gee tried to limit himself to just that area, but his eyes kept straying.

Natural disaster scheduled for March. Twikkii Island royal family murdered on/near boat. Special meeting of Pleasantview reaper team scheduled. Arkhelios team sent to training so mistakes aren't repeated. Queen Claudia's heir-

"Bottom corner," Lukas called, obviously watching where their stepson was reading. "Most of that is all old anyway. If you snoop too hard, you may run into your dad's and my whiteboard sexting, so snoop at your own risk."

Gee shuddered at the thought of whatever it was that his father thought was sexting. It had been a marvel just to see his idea of being romantic at his and Lukas' wedding. Gee didn't think he could endure finding out what Death thought was sexy. 

List of Untouchable Souls was an interesting title, but no list followed. Finally Gee's eyes rested on what he assumed Lukas wanted him to see.

In the corner was a sticky note in unfamiliar handwriting addressed to Lukas. It was short, simple, and punctuated with a smiley face doodle. 

"Dear Lukas, please update my nephew's file for your records. Theodosius Ulysses Bellamy's true name has become Theodosius Ulysses G Bellamy. I know how dedicated you are to following up on my personal causes and wanted to save you the time. This one's one of my personal favourites. Kisses, Saren B Diablo. That's the demon sovereign's name? And she ends a threatening note with 'kisses'? Bizarre."

"How did you not know her name? Did your father really teach you nothing about your job?" Lukas asked, looking at their stepson like he was an idiot. When Gee responded with a glare, the deity moved on. "Either way, that bitch knows that I'm watching her little science project and something has changed. True names don't change over night and sometimes not even within a human lifespan. I feel something demonic and old awakening and I know this is related to it. The kid's studying blood magic and is descended from a Great Demon, this just screams Saren."

"Why did a G get added?" Gee wondered, scanning the note for clues. "Is he a Maricourt? They're certainly crazy about that letter."

"I don't know, Gee. I was hoping that you could tell me about it."

"Well, don't look at me, ask my dad why my name's Gee," the grim reaper scoffed. "I don't even think I've met this boy, so start your search elsewhere. I can guarantee you that I'm not involved."

Lukas carefully studied their stepson for a lengthy moment. They knew what Gee's name truly was of course, but they were far more interested in his reaction to the question. Gee never used his proper name because it was terrible. Lukas had no idea of why their husband had chosen it in the first place, aside from his proven track record of bizarre choices. 

"It doesn't hurt to ask," Lukas replied with a well practiced casual shrug. "Of course I know what your dad named you, I just wondered if you had a little side project of your own. Maybe a cult of witches determined to worship the Grim Reaper to replace the one that tried to kill you. G could have been a tribute."

"Not that I'm aware of," Gee said flatly, suddenly wishing desperately for this conversation to end. "I can look into this Theodosia kid if it makes you feel better. Saren is probably just trying to seem important again. The kid is probably just an annoying brat that her new wife wants to make feel special."

"Theodosius," Lukas corrected. "The kid has been on her radar before the marriage. Hell, maybe she only married the aunt to get close to the kid, you never know with demons. The kid is strong and if he's truly already capable of magic that can change his name, then he's probably what I've been sensing. Old blood and old magic don't just appear out of nowhere. If he's somehow attached himself to the Maricourts' power, he could be very dangerous."

"And? Are you planning on killing this boy or something? Is that somewhere on this whiteboard? It's unnatural for Life to take a life, even if I suspect that it's possible."

Lukas rolled their eyes.

"No, Gee. Do you know how much trouble I'd be in if I did that? Then I'd end up with an angry, powerful demon in the afterlife, making my own existence hell. It's better to play the long game and see what I can influence as long as he still draws breath."

"And what exactly are you planning? Following the kid around yourself?"

Gee remembered all too well his stepparent's flair for the dramatic and talent for stalking. Lukas showed up nearly everywhere in history, hidden behind a tree or quietly reading a newspaper next to a busy scene. They knew things about just about everyone alive or dead and when they weren't stealing priceless jewelry from the various monarchs of the living world, Lukas could usually be found lurking in the shadows. They had a talent for "research", one that only Death could ever see through, though Lukas' main disguise usually featured red hair and glasses.

"What do you think? A war breaking out or family drama or both? Usually it's both."

Leah stood in the hallway, eavesdropping on her husband's meeting. She was Gee's only wife but there were four husbands in their polycule. Ben had been Gee's first spouse back when Ben was alive, but Death forced them to break up after Ben's death. Now that Gee could stand up to his father, Ben had gradually been reintroduced into family life. As he and Leah were Gee's only dead spouses, they were usually the ones who heard all of the gossip.

"It sounds like Lukas is up to their usual tricks," Ben replied. "I'm voting for terrible disguise that ends up with them stealing anything shiny nearby. You never saw them before the Demon Wars. They were unhinged."

Leah had been born in the Demon Wars long ago, but she could guess how Lukas had been. They had five kids with a reaper woman to spite Death's rejection of their advances, and then had a messy affair with the afterlife office's secretary when Leah first encountered them. Her own husband had been just as bad until she came into his life. Death and his reapers all needed a stern person to guide them away from destroying themselves. She had no idea what Lukas needed to stay out of trouble, aside from Death's gentle nudging. They were a complicated family.

Gee frowned as Lukas disappeared into thin air, taking the mystic whiteboard with them. Gee had wanted to scour the object to look for clues about his father, but as usual, he and Lukas were determined to keep their secrets. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to warn his father about whatever Lukas was planning or just wait for the inevitable disaster to begin. No doubt Lukas would begin stalking this child, possibly involving an angel if they could. Who could say if this plan wasn't playing into the Demon Sovereign's own plans for this child? There certainly wasn't much love lost between the two of them.

He would put a warning out to his reapers to watch for Lukas' plan; that might help the matter. This poor demon kid had no idea of what was coming his way.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

To Have & To Hold: Part 6

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: To ensure you’re always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don’t necessarily hate Marc, but you don’t get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.

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Nope. No. Hate this. You hate this so much. Your head feels like it ways more than your body. You groan as you slowly open your eyes.

"Welcome to the land of the living," you hear an all too familiar voice.

When you look to your right, you see Marc sitting on your bed, back resting against your headboard.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you rasp out.

Marc smirks down at yo, "Good morning to you too, sunshine." He holds out water and some pills.

You groan as you sit up, pop the pills into your mouth and glug down the water. You wipe your mouth and hand the glass back to him, "You didn't answer my question."

"You had too many tequila shots. Yelena let me take you home and I stayed over just in case you might choke on your own vomit. Can't have you dying on me just yet."

You snort and lower yourself down again, "Gee, such a loving fiance."

Marc hums and slides off your bed, "You gonna be okay now?"

You wave him off, "Yeah. I'll be fine. Thanks," you grumble, pulling your duvet over you and snuggling into your bed. You'll just be in your blanket burrito for the day.

"Your dad said he wanted to have lunch with you today. Should I tell him you're not feeling well?"

You nod and respond, "Yes, please."

Marc chuckles, "Alright. Get some rest, Y/N." You throw up a thumbs up and Marc exits your room. You listen as he exits your house, the sound of his car driving off.

Your eyes flutter back closed as you go back to sleep.

_______________

It's late, but you really needed to get groceries. After sleeping the day away, you only had boxed macaroni and cheese to eat. You know you could've waited until tomorrow to go grocery shopping, but you'll be up for a while. Might as well get something done.

So now you're at a small 24 hour grocery mart. You grab a cart and begin going down each aisle, getting what you need.

Eggs, milk, cheese, coffee crea-Marc?

You're staring up at someone who looks exactly like Marc but isn't dressed like him.

"Marc?"

Without saying another word, the man runs the other direction and you're confused. You leave your cart and run after him, "Wait! Marc!" he turns into an aisle and you go the other way, immediately stopping him in his escape.

He gulps and gives an awkward wave, "Hello." Why does he have an accent?

"You're not Marc."

"Um, no. I'm Steven," the man says nervously.

"Are you Marc's twin or something?"

"Or something is more like it, yeah," Steven responds.

You pull out your phone and immediately dial Marc's number. A few seconds and suddenly there's a buzzing. Steven pulls out his, or, Marc's phone. You look at it to see your name staring back at you.

You end the call and look at him cautiously, "What the fuck is going on?"

Steven groans, rubbing his forehead and looking frustrated, "It's-I wouldn't say complicated, but I suppose it is. "

"Are you Marc Spector? Yes or no."

"Yes and no."

You throw your arms up in confusion, "What does that even mean?!"

Steven sighs, running a hand down his face, "Listen, I think we should have this conversation somewhere else. You can finish your shopping and we can go back to yours and I'll explain everything. I'll even stay with you so you know I won't run, yeah?"

You narrow your eyes at him, "Fine."

You quickly go around getting the last bit of things you need. You nod to the hand basket Steven was carrying, "I'll get yours too."

He shakes his head profusely, "Oh no. That's not nec-"

You pluck the basket from him and set his things onto the conveyor belt with your things, "Bag these ones separately, please."

"Sure," grumbles the cashier who looks like they'd like to be anywhere but here.

After paying, you two head to the car, putting your groceries in your trunk. The drive to your home was quiet, but you could feel the anxiety rolling off Steven.

He remains quiet until you two are inside and you're putting your groceries away, "I have DID!" he blurts out.

The statement makes you pause from putting the eggs away, "Dissociative Identity Disorder?"

He nods, he sits at the high top chair at your island counter, "Yeah, um, had it for a while."

You slowly nod, "Okay. So...is it just you and Marc or are there other..." you're not sure of the term. You know the term "personalities" is out dated.

"Alters. Other alters. There's three of us. Me, Marc, and Jake, who you probably won't see often. It's mainly Marc and I."

You finish putting your groceries away, processing the info you've just been told. You turn back to Steven and rest your elbows on the counter top, "How come I'm just meeting you now? You've worked for my father for years. Wait, does he know about this?"

"Trust me, we've had a few slip ups, that's actually how your dad found out about us. Put us in quite a predicament, but he still kept us on. Said as long as Marc could 'still get the job done'," he says the last bit with distaste.

You snort, "Not a fan of what Marc does?"

"I'm a pacifist. Would rather fight with words than fists. Ironic innit?"

You chuckle, "A little bit," you straighten up, "Do you want anything to drink?"

"Tea, if you have any?" you nod, turning your kettle on. You grab a mug and then a tea bag, placing it into the mug.

You look over your shoulder at Steven, "So do you only show up at night?"

"Sometimes. Believe it or not, but I used to be the one fronting more. Marc didn't really like the life we were living, I guess, so he took over. He is the host, after all," he looks crestfallen, "I miss having a normal life. No offense, but I'm not fond of what Marc and your dad get up to."

You sigh, "Trust me, I don't like it either. But, unfortunately, I was born into this life. I can't really escape it either. Guess we just have to make the best of things," you reach over and rest your hand on Marc's.

He gives you a nod, "Yeah. I mean, we're in this together now. Guess it won't be all bad with Marc marrying you."

A lightbulb went off in your head. Since Marc wasn't here per se, you take this opportunity to talk to about him, "Actually, I have a question regarding Marc."

"Alright."

"Does he even like me? I mean he said he cares about me, but I don't know if he's saying that just to appease me and my dad or what."

Steven knows that if he told you the truth, of how Marc truly feels about you, Marc would definitely kick his ass. So he'd go for half truths, "He cares for you, genuinely. He definitely understands how hard this must be on you, it's hard on him too for lots of other reasons I won't discuss because that's for him to tell ya. But he does like you, Y/N."

You let out a sigh, "That's-That's really great to hear. I was-I just didn't know-"

Steven puts his other hand on top of yours and pats it, "I know. I get ya. It's a right pickle you two are in, huh?"

You snort, "Understatement of the century." You pull back and straighten up, "Let me make your tea."

"Alright."

You turn around, taking the kettle and pouring the hot water into the mug, "Do you want cream and sugar?" Steven doesn't answer, "Steven?" you call his name and when you glance over your shoulder, he's staring ahead with a blank expression.

You fully turn and go over to him, "Steven?" you place a hand on his shoulder and he immediately grabs it.

Your eyes widen and he's looking up at you. He blinks and he looks confused, "Wha-Y/N?" It's Marc. He looks around and takes in his surroundings. He then shook his head, "Dammit, Steven."

"Don't blame him. We ran into each other at the store. He came home with me to explain everything."

Marc groans, running a hand down his face, "I told him I don't want him going out-"

"He was getting some groceries. Give him a break. He's trying to take care of you."

Marc is twiddling with his thumbs, his head hanging down, "I was gonna tell you...eventually."

You nod, "I know," you sigh, "You can stay here for the rest of the night, by the way."

"I shouldn't-"

"Marc, it's fine. You look tired and, honestly, I don't want to go back out. So rest. You can take my bed since I'll still be up for...who knows how long."

"Did you wake up at all during the day?"

You snort, "Here and there, to use the bathroom, or drink some water. Other than that, I've mainly slept the day away. And voila, the consequences of my actions, staying up for the rest of the night." you gesture him to follow you and he does.

You enter your bedroom, "You obviously been here before. So go ahead. Rest up," you turn to leave but he grabs you by the wrist.

"Can you stay? Just-Just until I fall back asleep?" he asks and he seems a bit ashamed for asking.

"Sure," you get into bed first and Marc follows you. You're not sure why but your rest your head on his chest. His arm wraps around you and with his other arm he reaches and turns off the lamp on your bedside.

You lay there in silence until you hear him snoring. You can't help but enjoy the feeling of laying beside him.

[moider-time]

Arthur: Don’t go picking a fight with me. I could make your life difficult.

Marc, sarcastically: Wow. I wonder what it’d be like to have a difficult life.

[dullahandyke]

god i need to rename some of these cunts. gee whiz i wonder what it means that the protagonist's mom is called perpetua spector. like theres ace attorney names and theres job descriptions

wait its been so long since ive talked abt my ocs.... ive abandoned by boys!!!!!!!

[age-of-moonknight]

“Dead Run!” West Coast Avengers (vol. 2/1985), #29.

Writer: Steve Englehart; Penciler: Al Milgrom; Inker: Mike Machlan; Colorists: Bob Sharen and Gregory Wright; Letterer: Bill Oakley

[ebitchwriting]

Music Taste The RE Characters Give Me Vibes Of Part One:

Chris Redfield: When he was a teen, I feel like he was very much into Bowie, Journey, and other popular 80's pop stars. After Raccoon City, especially as he became more and more obsessive with fighting bioterrorism and giving up hope of living his life in peace, he rarely turned on the stereo unless one of his teammates wanted to listen to something. But every once in a while, he'll pop in one of his CDs and let himself drift back to a time when things were simpler.

Claire Redfield: She gives me the vibes of Blue October, P!NK, and Regina Spector mostly. Maybe some Alanis Morissette if she's in the mood. She fills in the void of silence every opportunity she has. She loves bopping along and singing to the songs, letting herself feel young and goofy.

Jill Valentine: She absolutely loves Joan Jett and The Blackhearts. I feel like she would also listen to KISS, Led Zeppelin, The Pretty Reckless, and Jem if she's in the mood. If she really loves the song she'll sing along and air guitar the solos that come up, otherwise she just bops along.

Leon S. Kennedy: He gives me the vibes that he doesn't listen to a specific artist but listens to love songs like the sap he is. Peggy Lee and The Fray are the two artists that pop up the most, but his two favorite songs are "I Can't Help Falling In Love" and "I Can't Smile Without You".

Sherry Birkin: Name a 90's pop artist or boy band. Seriously. Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, Spice Girls, Mariah Carey, Madonna, NSYNC, if it's from her childhood she will listen to it on repeat. It brings her back to a time when her parents would indulge her and get her the newest cassette tapes and CDs. The few times they went out to the movies together as a family. When things were good. She had so little control over her life, you can pry her music from her lifeless corpse.

Albert Wesker: Now he does give me the vibes that he will tell everyone that he only listens to classical music and orchestra, the real music, and tout the superiority of it. It's what he grew up listening to under the watchful eyes of the Umbrella scientists, raised in Project W, never knowing he was a human lab rat. But in reality, he found it to be very boring. He wasn't exactly a fan of the music his niece Sherry so dearly loved, but he did love the music his comrade William Birkin introduced him to. The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, Eagles, The Who, and the Bee Gees were all bands that his guardians detested, but Wesker felt something flicker in his chest when he listened to them. Can't be nostalgia as he never listened to them. Was it longing? A sense of wonder? Regardless, those were feelings he long suppressed when he rose from the dead, and truly became the monster Spencer wanted him to be.

William Birkin: Well, a lot of it is listed above in Wesker's category. William loved all kinds of music from the 70s. Rock & Roll, Disco, it didn't matter to him. It was all so lively and invigorating. Something that he greatly missed out on as he doubled down on his studies and his goal of becoming the youngest, most successful biologist and virologist of his time. Something that he was narrowly bested by Wesker.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Bay, The Beatles’s 1967 single “Penny Lane,” Jim Brown, Narciso Casanovas, Arcangelo Corelli, musician Andrew Crowley, Buddy DeFranco, Vicente Fernández, Fred Frith, Rowdy Gaines, Taylor Hawkins, Hal Holbrook, Paris Hilton, Arthur Hunnicutt, Michael Jordan, José José, Isaac Kappy, Alicia Key’s 2004 single “If I Ain’t Got You,” Larry the Cable Guy, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Mickey McGill (The Dells), Loreena McKennitt, Lola Montez, Chanté Moore, Huey P. Newton, Jerry O’Connell, Banjo Paterson, Lou Diamond Phillips, Puccini’s 1904 opera MADAME BUTTERFLY, Denise Richards, Rene Russo, Ed Sheeran, Sivakarthikeyan, The Temptations 1969 CLOUD NINE album, Buck Trent, Margaret Truman, Henri Vieuxtemps, and the consummate vocalist and songwriter Gene Pitney. He brought depth to simple pop songs, crafting choice cuts for Rick Nelson, Roy Orbison, Bobby Vee, and (famously) “He’s a Rebel” for The Crystals. Like Bryan Ferry, Gene had a powerful and unique vocal technique that seizes ownership of any song or style. I also compare Gene to Harry Nilsson because they were branded as songwriters but had hit records from songs they didn’t write. Gene’s popular arc in the USA ran from 1961-68, but he continued to draw international audiences, particularly for his Italian language records (I’m a big fan of “Lei Mei Espatta”). His career intersected with Marc Almond, Burt Bacharach, George Jones, The Rolling Stones, Phil Spector, and other eclectic notables, and he kept touring literally till the day he died in 2006.

Please enjoy my cover of Gene’s “Every Breath I Take” (written by Goffin/King). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PZcTHaYjfA Another GP “deep cut” I recommend is “Somewhere in the Country,” a densely orchestrated goth-folk-pop track akin to early Bee Gees. Meanwhile, HB to GP—thank you for your amazing music!

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