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[a7xitalia]

HysteriaMag recensisce Life is but a dream

Ancora una recensione per aumentare l’hype che ci sta accompagnando in questo countdown prima della pubblicazione di Life is but a dream, prevista per il 2 Giugno. Questa volta è toccato a Hysteria Magazine l’onore di ascoltare in anteprima il nuovo lavoro della band. Di seguito trovate la traduzione dell’articolo, e qui la versione originale. Buona lettura, ed attenti agli spoiler!   Le…

[daily-broco]

I’m head banging, and there’ll be a week where I can’t move my neck after that.

Rob discussing that he is now an old man, the Australian tour and much more at Hysteria Mag.

[meownotgood]

Do u think Aki got bullied as a child at some point?

I always thought children who were affected by the gun devil or left as orphans because of it would be treated differently, both by teachers and peers. it was such a widespread tragedy, I imagine the government would have stepped in and attempted to lessen the damage. they put gun devil kids in special programs, they pay their way through school and offer them a free ride for devil hunters license training.

truthfully, aki's never really been bullied, but ever since the tragedy, he's felt like an outcast. teachers tell him not to talk to others about what happened. students spread rumors and tend not to get along with him, so it's difficult to make friends. the other kids in his group home are just as closed-off as he is.

he got used to it, eventually. the weird stares don't phase him. while everyone else in his school spent time studying together or hanging out, when classes were done, aki went straight to devil hunter's training. it'll be easier for him to do what he needs to with no distractions in the way.

[briannabug]

[whillywisp]

moments in between. pt. 1

⚠︎ | moments of rest and unrest between lovers who are afraid, who hestitate, and who see little sense in peace. proceed with caution.

Summary: reader disappears suddenly during the funeral of her fallen District partner, who had died at her own hands, and comes back home to her lover's grief.

Category: requested.

Timeline: set post 70th Hunger Games, one month after reader won.

Tags : angst, destructive love; mild comfort towards the end,

Warnings: implied canon typical violence, toxic relationship, toxic coping mechanisms, PTSD, implied suicide attempt, implied self harm, destructive behaviour.

Pairing: Finnick Odair X Reader

“Where were you?”

She didn't look at him, too focused on dragging the bag in her hands next to him. It looked heavy, he noted mildly, and he wondered what on earth was in it, why his girl—his victor—was carrying it around.

She looked up from the floor, strands of her wet hair sticking to the sides of her face, and his heart sank at the blank, unfocused gaze that met his.

“Out.”

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his temper in check, to calm his racing heart, that was still twisted into a knot of fear in his chest that refused to loosen as he slammed the receiver back in it's place.

"Out where?" He asked, his face twisting in bewilderment as she walked past him, carrying the strange bag, into the kitchen. He watched her as placed it on the counter and took plastic containers out, blinking when he saw them full of steaming, spicy crab stew. “Doll—”

“I went to the market,” she mumbled distractedly as she looked for bowls and a ladle. “Ate dinner with a friend. Brought back some stew for you. I'll make you some ric—”

“You left a funeral, Piers' funeral, went missing for nine hours and now you want me to believe you just went to eat dinner with a friend?” He asked, staring at the girl in front of him as if she was speaking in a completely different language.

“Mhmm.”

And he immediately knew something was wrong.

Finnick knew her better than anyone, anyone, and he knew that she would never do this. Piers Morgan had died by her hands in the arena. She wouldn't abandon his funeral for nothing. She wouldn't miss a chance to apologise to his parents for his sacrifice, despite the fact that it would get her into trouble.

She wouldn't. But she had.

And now, he couldn't even think beyond the sheer amount of anger suffocating him. He couldn't think beyond the worry etched in the lines of Mags' aging features or the hysteria that suffocated Annie. He couldn't think beyond the way he could feel his heart nearly give out from fear, of the way he nearly ripped his hair out in the last nine hours calling everyone under the sun to help him find her—

“Do you think this is some kind of joke?” He asked quietly, his eyes trained on her, on the soaked fabric of her black dress, clinging to her skin, on the way her fingertips had turned blue from the rain she had been walking around in. “Do you think it's funny? Scaring the shit out of everyone like this? Do you know what you have put me through for the past nine hours—”

“I needed some time alone—”

“And you couldn't wait to have that alone time for an hour?” He asked, letting out an incredulous laugh. “You couldn't tell me before you went off to God knows where—”

“That's the fucking point isn't it?” She asked, letting out a short, sardonic laugh, making the room go still, freezing him in his place. Part of him was glad, relieved at the sight of an emotion, even if it was anger, in her eyes. He couldn't stand the lifeless grief that stained her skin like indigo on ivory.

“I needed a few hours of feeling like a normal human being. One that doesn't have blood on her hands. One that doesn't have cash deposited into a bank account from the Capitol because she killed people. I needed a few hours of feeling like myself again and I can't do that with one of you constantly breathing down my fucking neck!"

“Well, guess what? You're not normal!” Finnick shouted back, trying not to breathe too hard because God his heart, his heart hurt. He could feel the way shards of his ribs and glass of her words and his own stuck in the soft tissues and making it bleed. “You're a fucking Victor and I'm your fucking mentor and that means you don't go disappearing on me for nine hours!”

But even that did little stop the venom flowing from his lips.

“You think I enjoy babysitting you?” He asked stepping up to her, staring down at the way his own, twisted features reflected in her empty eyes. “You think I enjoy having to watch your every move and keep my eyes on you all the time? You think I like waking up every morning with a knot in my stomach wondering if you'll still be breathing by the end of the day?”

Poison. He was poison.

“I never asked you to care!” She screamed back, making him flinch back a little his chest heaving. “I didn't ask you to care! I didn't ask you to do anything for me! It's not my fault that you can't be a normal mentor who can't give up after his job is done! Your job was done when my time in the arena ended and it's not my fault that you don't recognise that!”

“Well, that's fucking unfortunate because sadly, for both of us, I do care. Beyond what my job description entails.” He snapped at her, breathless at the sight of her rage, stunned by the fact that despite her state, despite the unbound tempers, she still was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

He leaned against the kitchen island, rubbing his shaking hands across his face as he tried to breathe, tried to see beyond the red and blue of their combined rage.

“You can't keep doing this, baby,” he whispered, looking at her through the thin film of moisture in his eyes, pleading, begging her to stop hurting him. “Y-You can't keep doing this. You can't disappear for hours like this and-and come back looking like you jumped into the fucking ocean—”

“Go home, Finnick.”

“I thought I lost you. I thought you tried again—”

“Please stop it and go home.”

“And-And then you walked in through the door, looking like t-that and not saying a word and I knew, I knew you did. I knew you tried to leave again—”

“Then go home! Then go home if I scare you so much! Go home if I'm so fucking terrifying!” She screamed, slapping her hands down on his chest and he gasped, his very breath lost at the way her wet hair curled like tendrils of smoke.

“I am home!” He shouted back, grabbing her wrists before she could do it again. He tugged her as close as he could, leaning his forehead against hers, trying to ignore the way she flinched at his touch, at the way his fingertips pressed into the lines on her wrists.

“I am home,” he repeated firmly, ignoring the blood staining his fingertips, his lips trembling against the cold of her skin. “I am home. And so are you. And you need to stop this. You need to stop hurting yourself, baby— please just listen to me!”

Her blank eyes snapped up to meet his, and he pressed his lips to hers desparately, begging her to come back to him, to please come back from the world he had lost her to.

“You can't keep hurting yourself,” he whispered, gently pushing back strands of her hair, wiping away the tear teetering on her lower lashline with his thumb, leaving behind a streak of red in his wake. “You can't disappear like that again, ever. And you absolutely cannot go anywhere alone, not with the way you are acting these days. You can't—”

“I don't want to do this anymore,” she whispered, her lips trembling, breaking whatever was left of his heart. “I c-can't do this. I'm not meant to be a-a Victor. I'm not. I can't live like this anymore—”

“Yes, you can,” he whispered, shaking his head, pressing a kiss to her forehead, cheek, nose before finally on her lips, desparate for her to feel him, to know that he was here, right here and that he would never leave. “You survived the Games, you'll survive this too. You'll be fine. We'll be fine.”

“I'm so sorry,” she choked out in a breathless sob, crumbling in his arms like fine snow. “I'm s-so sorry. I'm so sorry.”

I'm so sorry that I can't stop hurting you.

“It's okay,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her, tight and misplaced as if he was trying to hold too many pieces of her together at once. “You're okay, baby. I'm okay. We're okay. We're going to be okay.”

The lie burned his tongue like acid and his lungs like the cigarettes he smoked. But even if it did little to ease the fear and pain and grief and rage clawing at her skin like vultures asking for their share of her flesh, he'd do it again. He pressed a kiss into her hair and prayed to whoever would listen, to accept his lie this once to give him a truth in exchange. This once.

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A/N: Written in the middle of a study break, on Tumblr before being unleashed into the world and so please be kind. English is not my first language so if it has some weird lines then that's why. Inspired by the song above but not a song fic. I have been burnt out and unable to write for a while but this has been on my mind for the last few days. Hope you enjoy.

All my love,

Moon.

[vintagegeekculture]

Fate Magazine advertisement, 1973.

Fate started off as a Shaver Mystery mag created by Raymond Palmer, but when that strange mass hysteria started to die down as much as other fixations of the era (Dean Drive, Dianetics) it switched to being an all around paranormal magazine.

[rose-pearls]

That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend

Summary: this wasn't the plan, yet there you were victor of district twelve of the 75th Hunger Games

Next Part

This wasn’t the plan; this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

The blood is coating your fingers as you desperately try to put pressure on the wound, hoping that somehow it would save her even though deep down you knew it wouldn’t. The canon went off seconds ago, yet you were still trying to bring her back.

Her blond hair was coated with blood and her eyes were wide open, full of fear. Tears were coming up and you tried to breathe again but somehow you weren’t able to. 

“Such a sad story isn’t it?”, you hear behind you and you close your eyes at the words.

“The little sister of Katniss Everdeen lying dead at our feet.”, he continues to talk but you just feel sick, silently begging him to just stop talking and just kill you. 

“It’s quite pathetic, a sister that is an ace with a bow and then the other sister.”, you can feel the anger come up, the anger at his words is getting louder and you want to scream.

“Killed with just a sharp knife, unable to defend herself. Now here we are just the two of us a pathetic girl from district twelve and a future winner from district two.”, he continues to gloat about his win, but you just feel the blood sticking to your hands, a voice that reminds you of Haymitch that tells you to not take the bait, but you can’t help it. Emotions are running high and the main one right now is revenge.

He is still gloating as you get up from the body, water around the both of you getting stronger, he smiles cockily as he sees you get up.

“Now, how about we give the people a good show?”, he comes closer, and you laugh coldly at his words.

“You’re an idiot, you know that right?”, the boy laughs and looks at you up and down.

“I’m pretty sure your mentor told you to first kill me and then Prim. But you didn’t listen, did you?”, he seems surprised at your words, and you know you’re right.

“You should’ve listened to your mentor.”, you say lowly, but the boy doesn’t let that get to him.

“Wanted to give them a good show, after all we are at the 75th Hunger Games.”, he yells through the arena, and you can imagine the people in the Capitol screaming in joy at his words.

“Oh, we will give them a good final, just a shame you won’t be able to live to see the glory of it.”, that seems to make him stop for a moment and he turns back to you, not saying anything for a moment before laughing, his laugh resonating through the arena.

“Confident, I like that, hopefully you can back it up sweetheart.”, you feel sick at his words but before you can say anything Caesar Flickerman’s voice can be heard.

“Congratulations you are the last two tributes left. Now as you know you weren’t revealed your training scores before going into the arena. Before the final starts, we will tell you both what your final score was.”, the boy smiles with a cocky grin towards you and you look at him unimpressed.

--

Haymitch knows it was all going to be going to hell the moment Prim died, Katniss was in a state of shock and hysteria and Peeta had taken her away. Finnick, Johanna and Mags were next to him looking at the girl holding onto Prim’s body.

“That is going to destroy her.”, Finnick whispers and he has to agree, the whole plan was to bring Prim out of the arena and the girl had been ready to sacrifice herself. He knew it had been a lot to ask of her, but she had managed it, giving up her integrity by killing the other tributes to defend Prim and now the girl she was supposed to protect was lying dead.

The camera had been focused on her and her reactions as Prim took her last breaths and the canon resounded. Haymitch sighs and looks at his other tribute looking at Prim with wide eyes.

“Common don’t stay there, he is just behind you.”, Johanna whispers and Haymitch knows that she is right, the boy from two was not going to be giving them a break.

“Common you idiot just kill her.”, he hears Brutus whisper, and everyone turns to look at him. Enaboria glares at Brutus and he shrugs his shoulders.

“He has an opportunity, he should take it.”, Johanna scoffs and Haymitch tries to ignore their voices. Mags put a hand on his arms, and he smiles at her, trying to tell her he’s alright.

“Such a sad story isn’t it?”, they hear the boy say and the room falls silent, all of them looking at the screen.

“The little sister of Katniss Everdeen lying dead at our feet. It’s quite pathetic, a sister that is an ace with a bow and then the other sister”, Enaboria is looking at the screen furiously and Haymitch can understand her, the boy has an opportunity to win, and he is wasting it by talking.

“Killed with just a sharp knife, unable to defend herself. Now here we are just the two of us a pathetic girl from district twelve and a future winner from district two.”, someone scoffs, and everyone turns to see Beetee looking at the screen disgusted.

Haymitch is trying to tell her not to take the bait but the camera focusses on her expression and he knows she is going to get revenge. She leaves Prim’s body and gets up, hard eyes looking right through the camera making Enaboria swear.

“You’re an idiot, you know that right? I’m pretty sure your mentor told you to first kill me and then Prim. But you didn’t listen, did you?”,”, the cold words ricochet through the room and Johanna snorts at her words while the boy looks stunned. Enaboria and Brutus are shaking their heads and one of the two whispers ‘idiot’ under their breath.

“You should’ve listened to your mentor.”, the words are loud and clear and Haymitch can’t help but feel proud at her words. Most mentors are now in the room looking at the screen with undivided attention.

The boy screams that he wanted a good show, and he sees Mags shaking her head at his words.

“Oh, we will give them a good final, just a shame you won’t be able to live to see the glory of it.”, Johanna laughs loudly at her words and some mentors look at the screen impressed. Finnick’s smirks at her words while Enaboria is trying to look composed.

Caesar’s voice comes through and at his words the whole rooms attention is undivided at the screen. 

“District two Mercurio, a ten.”, Brutus and Enaboria let out a sigh of relief and Haymitch feels sick, this was going to be a shit show, the boy is looking at her with a smirk and she is still looking at him unimpressed.

“District twelve Y/N,”, the voice stops for a moment, and everyone looks at each other but Haymitch is still looking at her.

“A twelve.”, the awe can be heard in Caesar’s voice, and the room erupts in chatter for just a second before they see her take out a sword and she charges at the sill shocked boy.

“He should’ve killed her when he had the chance, he is going to die.”, Brutus mumbles and Johanna snorts at their words, she seemed happy to see the girl in power.

Haymitch has to stop himself from thinking of her score, a twelve, that has never been seen before. Everyone is looking at the fight between the two with wide eyes. The boy is trying to respond to her attacks, but he seems to not be able to, at one point the girl slams her swords into his and makes it fall to the ground. Mercurio falls on the ground and his sword is just too far for him to take it.

“This isn’t for Prim, because she wouldn’t have wanted this.”, they hear her say and Haymitch can’t help but feel his heart break at the reminder of Prim.

“This is for district twelve.”, the words are strong as she holds the sword to his neck until she takes it away and plunge it into his chest. 

The boy’s eyes widen at the action, and he stutters a few words before she takes the sword away making him fall at her feet. 

All of the mentors are silent, watching the boy struggle to breathe while she is looking at him with tearful eyes as the canon goes off.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the 75th Hunger Games-”, Haymitch feels partly relieved but as he looks at her looking at her hands full of blood, he feels sick. She falls on her knees and a sob breaks through her lips as she looks at her hands. 

The helicopter can be heard in the distance, and he prepares himself to go and collect what is left of her, he knows she will be a shell of herself. Johanna smiles at him reassuringly, Finnick and Mags doing the same and he feels grateful.

The hallways are filled with people running left and right, Cinna joins him with Effie, the escort looking worriedly at the closed door of the hospital.

“She will be alright, won’t she?”, he would normally tell her something sarcastic, but he isn’t able to, he just looks at the door while Cinna tries to reassure Effie.

The door suddenly opens and the three of them get ready, a few doctors get out and scream orders around before he sees her.  Her hands are still covered in blood, and she looks pale, she is looking everywhere like she is expecting someone to jump on her.

She sees them and Haymitch gets closer to her, trying to do it slowly to not scare her but she looks at him with teary eyes coming towards him looking scared.

“I’m so sorry Haymitch, I tried to save her, I did but then-”, she continues rambling and Haymitch tries to calm her down, but she continues muttering the same words with tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Hey, hey, calm down, it’s okay.”, the girl is trembling like a leaf, and he tries to calm her down but a doctor arrives and quickly uses a product to calm her down making Effie gasp in surprise.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it should’ve been me.”, she continues mumbling while her eyes are closing, and she falls on the ground at his feet.

Doctors quickly come and take her away and he tries not to let his emotion take the best of him. He hears Cinna muttering something and turns around to hear him better.

“She is going to be a big part in your plan Haymitch. You just need to get her back to that girl in the arena”, the rebellion, he knows what Cinna means. She had that will to fight and was ready to defend a girl that wasn’t even her sister. People had loved her, and he knew she could bring change, alongside the Mockingjay, he just needed to get her ready for it. 

So this was an idea I had and I couldn't stop thinking about it! I'm not sure if it will be a Finnick, Johanna, Peeta or even Haymitch story but I hope you liked this!

[thislovintime]

Remembering David Jones, and sending thoughts to his family and friends.

(Footage in this edit from the Blu-ray set, Getty Images, Australian TV, Extra, the 1990s documentary; audio 1 from Peter's 1999 interview with GOLD 104.5.)

“Genuine, reliable and huggable, Peter is a natural person — really gets off on talent — loves other musicians and can jam along with the best of ‘em. I saw him holding his own with Hendrix, Stills, Young. He encouraged me no end. Bought me my first guitar and my first drum kit. […] He used to walk with a swagger, shining his arms with a confident air. He calmed hysteria, and lifted depression. ‘Dried banana, anybody? Piece of orange?’ — smiling, waving, running his hands through his hair. He knew all the crew by their first names. Kids crying at his feet he lifted and hugged like a father calming a child. […] He’s the most musically talented of us all by a mile. His songs are real. ‘For Pete’s Sake’ — which replaced the Monkees Theme at the end of some of the shows of the second season — is one of my all-time favorite songs by anybody. I’ve joked a lot about Peter giving everything away. But it was true. He was always giving his spare room to someone who needed it for the night — anyone. And he always seemed far away somewhere — in a different space. But I’m glad I know him. Of all the things he gave me, he gave me lots of laughs — and food for thought.” - Davy Jones, They Made A Monkee Out Of Me (1988) “I enjoyed [Micky] the most, respected Mike the most, and loved Davy the most.” - Peter Tork, Hartford Courant, February 26, 1982 “Davy adored performing, and adored meeting and greeting his fans. He was tireless in making himself available to sing a song, do a dance, shake a hand; whatever was asked. I had heart-to-heart moments with him that were among the best in my life. I was blessed to know and work closely with him. He was one in about 6 billion, give or take. We won’t see his like again. He left much too soon. I share your sadness. Thank you again for this chance to contribute. God bless and keep you all.” - Peter Tork in a note for a Pennsylvania memorial event for Davy, also shared via Peter’s official Facebook page, 2012 Peter Tork: “He was a master of many aspects of this kind of thing [entertaining], and, you know, and we had some very wonderful personal connections, and I’m really sad to see all that gone.” Q: “He just seemed to be a fun guy. I know he loved horses.” PT: “Sure did.” Q: “And obviously loved Peter.” PT: “Sure did. Loved him.” - 94.5 FM (Phoenix), 2013 “[Micky] and Mike and I have a very cordial relationship and share a lot of common topics. We go to lunch together when we’re all in town and have a good time. I love and respect each of these guys in their own way, although the real joys that I shared with Davy were special. At one point we had some good hard connections but as the years rolled on, those things faded away. But I am sorry to see Davy go. He was the one member in the group that I had the strongest human connection with. I still have two guys that I love and respect left from the band, but we share a different dynamic.” - Peter Tork, Review Mag, May 27, 2016

[vesteneris]

I'd adore any finnick hcs you have!! i love how you draw him

awwww, thank you Anon, I'm really happy you like it, I'm very happy with his design too

and here some headcanons, like I don't really have much, but I'll put some!

He can't read well. I think career training is like special schools and doesn't focus on things like reading, writing, history, etc. as much as they do on physical training. I would say like (polish) ballet schools. I also believe that in most districts that allow what is basically child labor (D4, D8, etc.) you only have to go to school until you're 16, you can continue it if you want until you're 18, for example, to become a teacher, clerk, or do other white collar jobs, but most kids leave school as soon as possible to go to work. So combined with the fact Victors don't really need to continue school after winning, he never really taught how to read very fast and correctly.

He didn't mentor Annie, and he doesn't really mentor very often, nor does he like it very much. He also gets some sort of guilt as his older with just interacting with any male tribute from D4 bc he feels like bc of him any other boy can’t really win bc they are not as good looking or skilled or have the personality good for entertainment or are not as young as he was, so they really don’t have good chances to begin with.

When I did that old comic, I had a storyline for him that he had a conflict with another D4 victor, mainly about the fact that the other winner was mentoring a D4 girl who went to the games with Finnick, and he was sure that they (he and Mags) should put all the support and choose to help the girl win, and because of what Finnick did in the arena, the girl died. So the old victor is still a little salty that Finnick is not the winner he wanted (connected with how much D4 is career district)

his family lived with him in victors village, but bc Annie’s family wasn’t allowed to move in with her (according to Capitol psychiatrists, "their presence increased her hysteria and mental instability") to her new house he moved to her house to live with her after less than year of dating

He’s not that much taller than Annie, I headcanon that she is like 1.78m and he is like 1.86m

He was the one who cut Johanna’s hair short when it was most styled after her victory (I'll post that fanart someday when I'll be done with all that school bullshit)

he has 3 ways of dressing: dressing just for himself (very baggy, oversize clothes, not shaving at all, looking kinda messy), dressing himself for capitol (still more of an oversize fit, skirt over pants, more creative than previous one, but kinda modest and trying to „hide” himself, face shaved and hair combed) and totally capitol (mostly see-through clothes, no visible body hair, makeup and nails done, hairstyle)

He didn’t really had a real hobby before started dating

He’s annie-sexual. Like maybe it is my romantic soul speaking, but I can’t really see him attracted to anyone beside her. He would be like this one guy on TikTok answering „my wife” after any question. What’s your type? My wife. How would you rate this person? 0, cuz they’re not my wife. If you could be with anyone who would you choose? My wife. He would love her if she was a worm, he would love her in every lifetime. She was his first real girlfriend and first real everything.

Remember when I first get into fanfics after reading books for the first time and seeing that he is usually described as the person who has to do everything and is involved in so many things (especially the 2QQ plan) my reaction was like „oh he for sure does drugs to get all of this shit together” and I still kinda like that headcanon, but now I would say that he is taking aderall as if they are gummy bears

He was such a brat, but eventually grow out of this around his early 20s

[sgiandubh]

https://www.tumblr.com/bootsaucepunk/749452398271037441/so-cbs-issue-of-reserved-mag-made-into-a?source=share There are a lot of different weights and measures around here, but this one definitely rocks. The expensive and innocuous magazine is criticized even by C's stans, but now it becomes a fashionable item because it was donated to charity. Caitrìona didn't even have any direct involvement in this, for God's sake! This week we had very harsh criticism of the program led by Sam (who, by the way, effectively establishes relationships with the benefiting institutions) and a lot of mockery for the birthday fundraiser led by Tash...

Dear Weights and Measures Anon,

Ah, you mean the Barbour Idiot, who had no idea about Eastern Europe and felt too cool for school to ask or research, right? For the record, here: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/740235847510654976/when-you-do-not-know-a-thing-about-the-issue-at. A prime example of intercontinental blindness: North Americans thinking they know better than the people who live there, just because they are North Americans. Don't get me wrong: I am a lover and keen connoisseur of Americana, but this particular mentality clique always gets on my nerves. It is idiotic and gratuitous, and even more so when disguised in empty, demagogic right-mindedness.

This particular blogger is one of the most vulgar, nasty and cruel people on Tumblr, ever. Also a liar and a superficial twat - is it so hard to double check the things you are posting, for factual accuracy, before hitting that post now button?

Let's see what the whole hysteria is about, now:

First lie: the Reserved mag issue was 'made into a hardcover book for charity with her autograph'. It was not. Aside the cult and borderline obsessive following & interest she enjoys, courtesy of the OL fandom and (as far as obsessive stretches, all the way to Kamchatka and back) of her disturbed Stans, she is not that well known. Stop lying just to make her more important than she is, you are not helping her at all.

Turning a magazine into a yearly book format was Reserved's editorial team marketing choice, as I explained in my last post on that issue. It has nothing to do with Caitriona Mary Balfe and her 2020 photoshoot for Ellen von Unwerth, a slim part of that particular Reserved volume.

Here is the official statement, one last time, for the vulgar freak in the back:

See? Nothing to do with her.

Second lie: CMB was directly involved in that charity event. She was not and never meant to. One more time, she has nothing to do with the event and just shared the story on her IG account, knowing full well it will stir ahem... interest. Yeah, interest is best, in this context.

One more time, for the idiot in the back:

The copy was donated by the redhead Reserved editor-in-chief, Jules Wood. I explained it yesterday, Anon.

Pitching S against C is the clinical side of the Disgruntled Tumblrettes' pure hatred of that man who dared not to sleep with them. Sorry to be blunt: sometimes, a cat is a cat. The Gay Charade is just a sophisticated, Munchhausen-level theory for the parochial racists and homophobes of 'Murica, primarily.

Think I went too far? How about this post from the same nasty individual?

The 'trans fucking weirdo' was an unneeded, yet revealing detail, for a weirdo is a weirdo, no matter their gender orientation.

What a Fascist clown.

[Later edit]: what the heck ever happened to The Sparkly (Sparkling?) Lounge Manager? Dish it out, Anon, I am far from being ubiquitous. Thanks.

[thatpodcastkid]

Magnus Archives Relisten 12, MAG 12 First Aid

"American student agrees to visit UK demon hospital to beat medical bills. More at six."

Mag 12 analysis, spoilers ahead!

Facts: Statement of Lesere Saraki regarding a night shift at St. Thomas Hospital. Statement given February 11, 2012.

Statement Notes: Really great episode. There is so much built-in here that, to a new listener, doesn't make any sense, but drives a relistener listener crazy. It's an incredible balance of mystery and horror. Before you're aware of the metaplot, you can't understand this episode and are afraid like Saraki. But once you are aware of the metaplot, you understand how the events of this episode contribute to the rituals and Gertrude. Having finished the series, it's easy to view the central mysteries of the series being "What is Elias' goal?" or "What are the entities?", but fans often forget that the main question of the first two seasons is "How did Gertrude Robinson die?" This episode, though not holding many clues, reveals how Gerry did his work, contributing to that mystery. Events like this episode are likely what was important to Jon in season 2, not things that are important to him later like the Lightless Flame or Hilltop Road.

The video footage of everyone leaving the waiting room was very concerning to me. There are a lot of episodes in which the entities seem to manipulate the actions of people around their targets to insight more fear, or at least manipulate their target's perception of other people. However, this just seems like straight-up mind control. A mass manipulation of everyone in the hospital at once. As a show of power alone, this is very frightening. The lack of an explanation is also very concerning. Jon doesn't even attempt to brush off this case as mass hysteria or drug use. I can't explain what made these people behave like that, and clearly, he can't either.

Entity Alignment: This is a very strong Desolation episode. The imagery is so incredibly descriptive. Everything from the warped door handles to the exploding soda bottles to the boiling saline solution is so vivid. The image that particularly stuck with me is Saraki examining Gerry's wounds (side note, it's very sweet to me that she felt so bad about ruining his new leather jacket). She doesn't go particularly in-depth, but the thought of perfectly pristine clothing covering utterly burned skin really emphasizes the violent nature of the Desolation. It burns and destroys, but only targets things it can cause fear and pain.

There's also a ton of Eye mentions in this episode. When Gerry is "praying" over the other victim (don't even get me started on the religious associations people make with the horrors), Saraki steps aside to let him work and watch. Gerry tells her "For you, better beholding than the lightless flame.” This insinuates that, with the prayer he is using to kill the other burn victim (presumably a Lightless Flame member), he is calling on the Desolation. It's a bit surprising that someone deeply affiliated with the Eye can call on another entity. However, we have to remember that technically the entities are all a part of one larger eldritch being, that we as humans simply cannot comprehend the scope of. This means that any avatar can work with or call on any entity, though it is likely easier for someone like Gerry, who is more aware that the Entity is a nuanced being and understands it academically, than it would be for someone like Jared Hopworth or Mike Crew, who are deeply entrenched in the specific aspects of the Entity.

In this vein, Gerry's tattoos not burning demonstrates his connection to the Eye and possible avatar powers. There's evidence in the show that different entities cannot hurt each other directly, but need particular circumstances to do so. For example, Jared Hopworth can take Jon's ribs when he consents, but cannot kill Melanie while she is associated with the Slaughter, and can be captured by Helen, who cannot be killed by Melanie. There is certainly some dream-logic, rock-paper-scissor-style power ranking of avatars. But this episode seems to prove that although Gerry can be harmed by the Desolation, the Eye will still protect him to a certain extent. This also helps with my issue with MAG 4 regarding Gerry's Eye art and tattoos.

While I do believe on a practical level there are differing levels of protection and power for the avatars based on their affiliation, commitment, and abilities, I would also like to return to the single eldritch Entity. Since the entity is one thing, it makes sense that it would hurt its avatars, but not itself. This would mean that Gerry is so deeply connected to the Eye (or at least the arcana of his tattoos is) that the entity will not hurt him because it considers him a part of itself. This is further proven in season 5, as Jon can essentially kill any avatar or person he chooses, but is untouchable to others because of the Eye's protection. The Entity has the ability to make its avatars a part of itself, and refuses to hurt them because it would only cause it more harm.

More specific to the episode, Gerard attempts to associate Saraki with the Eye. This seems fair, as Saraki only watches what Gerry does and does not interfere, merely observing the horror of another. The Eye/Elias is also clearly observing her as an Eye flashes on the CCTV screen and she reports feeling watched later. But again, genre awareness is very important in this series. The goal of the entities is to make people afraid, so those who choose to move on or take practical actions are less likely to remain targets. Saraki plays the game, she goes along with Gerard, muscles through the horrors, and moves on. She never has a paranormal occurrence again.

Character Notes: Sasha is just so incredible with computers. I wish we could see her in TMAGP universe where tech skill are actually useful. I think the key difference between Archivist!Sasha and Archivist!Jon is that, while Jon has an insatiable desire to obtain knowledge he cannot always feed, Sasha has a great ability to obtain knowledge but a duller and more practical drive. This could be part of the reason Elias chooses Jon over her, because his desire would push him to go further, while his information gaps would cause him more anxiety and fear.

Also, I know Martin very well could have googled the Polish phrase or just know a little bit and this is part of his CV lies, but can you imagine a Polish-speaking Martin? Just live in that world for a second.

Still, since Martin canonically lied about speaking Latin and it is likely he speaks little-to-no Polish, the fact that he would research and/or share this phrase with Jon seems to be another lie to get people to like him. While it don't think his lies/manipulations are as malicious as Annabelle makes them seem in season 5, they are definitely present.

[obrother1976]

Oh yeah, girl John's provocative irreverence would definitely be a lot more contentious, especially with *moral authority* groups. I kinda imagine her as like the Courtney Love of the 60s/70s, just having beef with everyone. And in general the rigid dichotomy of public perception of the band as either sweet girls or evil witches, and the masses of fan stalking and harassment would probably be even worse. I imagine they'd be more concerned too with keeping a lid on the drug use for the reason of their image, and would inevitably fall out of the mainstream and get more of a dedicated niche feminist hippie following. Girl Ringo might be palatable enough for the industry to wanna keep her around though, and I think there'd be a lot more pressure to split them up and put 'em in boxes.

i wonder if the categories they put them in would've changed a lot if theyd been girls bc i cannot imagine girl ringo getting labelled as a loveable oaf bc thats not rlly a trope thats often applied to women.

also yeah i feel like post-revolver theyd get a feminist hippie following which would lead to woman john at some point being one of those tumblr tags that those female hysteria coquette blogs use on their posts for no reason other than vibes, a la laura palmer. also the magazine articles written on them in teen mags would've been insane -> weirdass focus on their weight & potential boyfriends instead of on the music

[bellheadband]

BELLHEAD 'Good Intentions'

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BELLHEAD is excited to announce our new  EP ‘Good Intentions’ is up for pre-order now in both physical and digital formats. The Physical release is a Two CD Bundle of 'Good Intentions' & 'Nothing As It Seems'. pre-order now physical or digital and you'll get "Valentine" immediate download. We are beside ourselves with excitement about this new release and can't wait to play these songs on the road this Summer. 'Good Intentions' physical and digital ships 5/5. 'Good Intentions' EP Pre-Order Physical or Digital: https://bellhead.bandcamp.com/album/good-intentions

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P.S. New Shirt & Totes too!

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[cosmichalo]

✳️✳️FIRST MEETINGS MEME;;

Gender:  Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary.   Notes: Magdelena identifies to an extent as female, but overtime post-op has come to realize there's more fluidity to the understanding of her own gender identity.

Complexion: pale, almost vampiric; flawless (uncannily so) skin that betrays the scars she keeps hidden beneath very strategically placed clothing.

Height: 5'7" Body Type:  Endomorph.   Mesomorph.   Ectomorph.   Other. More Details:  It is difficult to deduce what her features were like prior to being a Faller; though, through reconstruction, she's acquired an athletic, albeit slim, build.

Body Build:  Small. Medium. Large. Athletic. Slender. Muscular. Soft. Curvy.  Voluptuous. Other. More Details:  60% of her is mechanized, so body-build is something she can alter to certain degrees.

Body Hair:  None.   Shaves/Waxes.   Trims/Grooms.   Untamed.   Color:  N/A Head Hair:  Bald. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long.   Color:  White, with pastel rainbow streaks/highlights. Style:  Split bob with blunt bangs. 

Eyes:  Red/purple, but can change hues due to her cyberoptics.  Scars:  The craftsmanship that went into "rebuilding" her was incredibly meticulous, though scarring was inevitable. Precise incision scars run along her inner arms, along her chest, her thighs, and down her back. They're astoundingly geometrical, running parallel to exposed wire in places, and along her prosthetic left leg and left arm.

Fashion Style:   Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic.   Color Palette:  Monochromatic with pops of color: deep red; purple; pastels (pink, yellow, green, blue); silver.  

Piercings:  Ears, navel, septum. Tattoos:  Foreign symbols down the nape of her neck; she's desperately looking for a way to translate it...

General Facial Expression:  Distant and unreadable when around strangers/people in general; with her Pokemon partners and closer acquaintances, she is much more comfortable with being expressive. General Movements:  Confident, though subtle.

Presence:  Intimidating initially, Mag will command a room whether it's her intention or not; she typically stands out, people noting her powerful poise and sharp glare. During bouts of hysteria, her mannerisms become more animalistic in a way; poise is sacrificed for movements more gangly and ruggedly precipitous. And those she knows on a personal level, guards drop and she's able to be more humorous/relaxed.

Appearance:  Well kempt and hygienic to a sterile degree, Mag is big on maintaining her appearance and her grooming; this includes removing her left leg and left arm routinely to disinfect them, as she likes keeping all of her 'parts' in pristine condition. She's fond of make-up and accessories, and showing the parts of her skin that aren't decorated with implantations.

Scent: gasoline; smoke; burnt hair; lemongrass; spring bamboo. Voice Description:  Surprisingly feminine, though middle to lower in tone. There's a power to it that's amplified when her emotions are heightened. There's also a noticeable buoyancy when she's amused, or in a good mood. But, if she doesn't know you? Monotone, if anything at all. Accent:  yes / no.   More information: It isn't Orrean, that's for certain!

[tar-moth]

Prompt 2: Oc you'd hate (Thiago) and Oc you'd befriend (Mishka) in real ife 🙌🏽

Why? Just the type of ppl they are, and the type I am, tho both Mish and I are introverts so I don't know how that would go?

Anyway some info on them:

Thiago: he belongs on Mags' story (Dripping Stars? Maybe?). He's the "leader" of the group that rescues her when she arrives to the new world 👁

He's...kind? but he also loses his temper real fast, but it's not aggressive so far

Mishka: (formerly Briston?) He's from Hysteria, he's a demibeast, someone who can uncontrollably transform into a big lizard under extreme emotions. He's very sympathetic, kind and thoughtful; but he's an introvert and a man of few words...unless he's with people he's confident with 😌

[ear-worthy]

American Hysteria: The Podcast About Pointless Panic

There's a country song by Garrett Hedlund called, "Timing Is Everything." 

That sentiment applies perfectly to the podcast American Hysteria.   When American Hysteria began in 2018, the flames of society-wide conspiracy theories burned hotter than ever. With then President Trump using the bully pulpit to foster conspiracy theories -- QAnon, white replacement theory, PizzaGate, vaccine denialism, Putin is being persecuted, and even wind power causes cancer -- rational thought began to exit the public consciousness replaced by a belief best described as Fox Mulder of The X Files meets "Springtime for Hitler."

It was a perfect blend of societal delusions and a podcast investigating that same rift in political, social and cultural stability.

American Hysteria explores how fantastical thinking has shaped our culture – moral panics, urban legends, hoaxes, crazes, fringe beliefs, and national misunderstandings. Poet-turned-podcaster Chelsey Weber-Smith tells the strangest stories from American history and examines the forces that create the reality we share, and sometimes, the reality, we don't.

The podcast is produced by Skylark Media, which is an entertainment network creating and producing interactive audio dramas and podcasts.

 The host, Chelsey Weber-Smith, is known for Channel Zed (2020), Behind the Bastards (2018) and You're Wrong About (2018).

Chelsey Weber-Smith also writes country music and rambles around the United States, building campfires and hoping for the best. She is a graduate of the University of Virginia's MFA program in poetry and has written and self-published two chapbooks, a travel memoir, and two full-length folk/country albums, and was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her work has been published in BOAAT, Transom, Matter, Wu-Wei Fashion Mag, the James Franco Review, and Miracle Monocle. She currently lives in Seattle.

Weber is perfect for the role in the podcast. Listen to her: "I believe in getting tangled in the weeds, in living in the often-untouched gray areas, of exploring the nuances that often get lost. I hope to use humor and poetics to ease people into difficult truths, to educate with care and understanding, especially around issues of race, class, gender, and sexuality, and the bigness and smallness of being alive."

What kinds of topics does American Hysteria cover ? Here's just a partial list.

 Early Drag Queens, including the manly soldiers of the U.S. Army who put on drag shows during the Second World War. 

The ghosts of children killed in a school bus, who are said to push cars uphill and away from danger. 

The toy riots that took place over sought-after toys, such as Tickle Me Elmo, Cabbage Patch Kids, and Beanie Babies. 

The wild stories about Halloween sadism -- razor blades in apples, rat poison in chocolate -- which turned out to be largely tall tales.

My favorite episodes so far include the show about the numerous conspiracy theories surrounding Barbie over the decades. These theories range from grooming to fat shaming, anti-feminism to body dysmorphia.

 In the episode, I discovered there's one thing Ken and Barbie can never do. Get your mind out of the gutter. It's not that. After all, they're dolls. According to Barbie creator Ruth Handler, they can never get married.

 My other favorite is about Hallmark Christmas movies. In the episode, Weber-Smith says, "Because so many Hallmark writers and directors also make horror movies, I called in podcasters Sarah Marshall and Alex Steed of 'You're Wrong About' and 'You Are Good' to discuss the similarities between these two seemingly polar opposite genres."

I learned that each Hallmark Christmas movie budgets at least $50,000 for fake snow. The movies are generally filmed in the summer.  

My other favorite is the episode about the craze in the late 80s and 90s about satanic cults. The episode details the insanity of parents claiming their children had been affected by these satanic cults that were overrunning America. Later on, we discovered that Satan is really Steve Bannon, so no worries.

Weber-Smith is charming, funny, snarky, sarcastic and utterly entertaining on this podcast. America Hysteria is hysterical in how it crafts a narrative about these events of mass hysteria and then comments on the state of our culture, society and mindset. The narrative is fascinating and educational because, in a way, this podcast is a textbook (only funnier and wittier) on American sociology. 

Chelsey Weber-Smith makes the case that America's craziness is not a recent phenomenon. Conspiracy theories have been with us since dogs were domesticated. Think about it. It's only been 60 years since parents claimed that Elvis and his gyrating hips and The Beatles and their long hair would be the end of Western Civilization as we know it.

Thanks to Fox News, American hysteria will never run dry on conspiracy theories. The network invents them every day -- Tyler Swift is a CIA agent, happy holidays is a secret Communist call sign, and when conservative white people fall asleep, their bodies are being taken over by minorities, like in the film The Invasion Of the Body Snatchers.

Check out American Hysteria. You'll learn something, have fun, laugh often, question the validity of conspiracy theories, and enjoy the warped sensibilities of host Chelsey Weber-Smith.

 Finally, the podcast does encourage feedback. The podcast urges listeners to: "Tell us about a local urban legend you grew up hearing! We may play your voice message on the show along with whatever information we can dig up."