#landon hedges

[hellsmouthcove]

desaparecidos CD release party in january 2002 via psycho jello

[hezzabeth]

"For the last time, that poem isn't romantic! It's insulting," Revati yelled over her shoulder as she began to pedal.

The layout of Olde Landon had been deliberately designed to keep tourists inside for as long as possible. There was only one way to access the front gates, and that involved defeating the Queen of Hearts' hedge maze. When the park was still open, tourists would be forced to spend at least an hour in the maze, stumbling upon tiny toy shops and food stands around every corner. The same thing occurred when they left, resulting in a very rich park and bankrupt guests. Now the maze was overgrown and easy enough to navigate.

Revati pedaled past the cart that once sold her heart-shaped sunglasses. Then she turned left, almost crashing into the wall of roses. The wall of roses stared back at her, their red blooms heavy and suspicious. Thanks to Bridgadeiro, she knew they were probably secretly insulting her.

The next turn consisted of an old stardust popcorn stand. Revati skidded to a stop and inspected the inside tray, where a few ancient kernels lay. Carefully, she picked up several of them and placed them in her jacket pocket. As far as she could tell, the kernels were seeds. Someone was shifting around the corner, causing the branches to shake.

"Aurora, is that you? Did you go ahead of me?" Revati yelled.

"While conferring in the labyrinth where false preachers reeked of death, the monster began to growl," a voice called from around the corner. An unfamiliar, flat female voice. Raiders. Raiders were, of course, an occupational hazard in any post-apocalyptic settlement. Normally, they never made it further than the broken glass pit at the park's gates. Sometimes Dityaa would bring one in, insisting they were "lovely," which always led to awkward dinners.

Revati slowly walked around the maze corner. There was a screeching metallic sound, and the weapon fell from Revati's hand. An android was slumped over on the ground. Once it would have been golden, but now it was rusty and covered in mud. Someone had ripped its legs off, leaving nothing but wires and tubes spitting bright blue fluid. Instead of a torso, there was a black empty hole with a concave door swinging on its bent hinges.

"And in the forgotten twists, footsteps quicken, hearts beat, and teeth are bared," the android chirped, its voice still distorted and far away. The android's face was a beautiful mask. Still-carved eyes. Unmoving sweet lips.

Revati powered up her solar gun and slowly walked forward, aiming it at the android. The android's metal eyes scraped in their sockets, turning towards her.

“Is that you? My darling Perdita?” The android’s voice whispered, the lips unmoving. The whispering voice had a posh lilt to its accent. Revati refused to answer. It was best to never engage with AI.

“Perdita, I clawed my way in! They know about you; the spider knows,” the android whispered before collapsing completely.

Revati slowly walked forward, still holding her weapon. With one foot, she kicked the android. It didn’t move. Its power had definitely died.

“Spider? Is that some sort of gang?” Revati whispered to herself. Gangs were always given stupid names.

“The spider is us; the spider is legion,” a flat robotic voice called out, and Revati spun around.

Queen Victoria was standing behind her, scorch marks all over her dress. A faint blue glow was erupting from beneath the skin of Queen Victoria’s chest.

[violettesiren]

Summer is come, with her leaves and her flowers’€” Summer is come, with the sun on her hours; The lark in the clouds, and the thrush on the bough, And the dove in the thicket, make melody now. The noon is abroad, but the shadows are cool Where the green rushes grow in the dark forest pool.

We seek not the hedges where violets blow, There alone in the twilight of ev’ning we go; They are love-tokens offered, when heavy with dew, To a lip yet more fragrant’€”an eye yet more blue. But leave them alone to their summer-soft dream’€” We seek the green rushes that grow by the stream.

Away from the meadow, although the long grass Be filled with young flowers that smile as we pass; Where the bird’s eye is bright as the sapphires that shine When the hand of a beauty is decked from the mine. We want not their gems, and we want not their flowers. But we seek the green rush in the dark forest bowers.

The cowslip is ringing its fairy-like chime, Sweet bells, by whose music Titania keeps time; The rose-bush is covered with cups that unfold Their petals that tremble in delicate gold. But we seek not their blossoms in garlands to blend, We seek the green rush where the willow-trees bend.

The green rush, the green rush, we bear it along To the church of our village with triumph and song; We strew the cold chancel, and kneel on it there, While its fresh odours rise with our voices in prayer. Hark the peal from the old tower in praise of it rings, Let us seek the green rush by the deep woodland springs.

The Rush-Bearing at Ambleside by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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[procrastinatorimagines]

Our Little Secret Part 9

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries / The Originals

Series: Our Little Secret

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // 

Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 (Final)

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 1,369

Summary: Y/N Gilbert tried to put Mystic Falls - it’s problems, and her whirlwind romance with Klaus Mikaelson - behind her after she graduated, but all it takes is one unusual phone call to bring her right back to where she started and into the path of her first love as she races to solve the mystery threatening the lives of everyone in her home town.

Tags: @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce // @april-14-blog // @akshi8278 // @keiko0 // @mylovehes // @your-new-mom​

The Salvatore School looked like a fortress, but you’d know that building anywhere, a sense of nostalgia settling in as you approached it’s chained and heavily fortified gates. 

“Something’s wrong,” Klaus slowed his walk, on high alert as he glanced around. You could feel it too, the shift in the air, hands ghosting over your weapon as you surveyed the surrounding area. 

You were fast, but Klaus had vampiric advantage, catching the crossbow bolt as it shot out of the trees towards you, inches from your shoulder as had already begun to dodge the attack. 

“Wait! They’re friendlies,” a voice called from the other side of the gate, Klaus practically growling as he snapped the arrow in his hand. You smiled as the figure got closer, finally becoming visible in the dim light of the moon. Alaric. 

A second figure emerged from one side, a teenaeger, dark curly hair and apologetic eyes as he lowered a crossbow. “Sorry,” he told you, shouldering the weapon and heading towards Alaric, both their party and yours meeting on opposite sides of the gate. 

“Alaric Saltzman,” Klaus greeted, looking the man up and down. He looked older than you remembered, but then, it had been years. 

“Klaus,” Alaric nodded, his face softening as he turned to you, “hey Y/N, you’re one of the last people I expected to see here.”

“Got a strange phone call from Hope Mikaelson,” you told him, he and the teenager exchanged a look. 

“Where is my daughter anyway? She could explain it better, it seems this school has managed to avoid the slumber effecting the rest of the town,” Klaus looked expectantly at Alaric.

“Wait, Hope isn’t with you?” The boy asked, looking immediately worried. 

Klaus’ face fell. “Why would she be?” He asked, and you could see the fear in his eyes.

“Well, she left the grounds yesterday- no one’s seen her since,” he answered as the colour drained from Klaus’ face. 

“Maybe you should come inside,” Alaric decided solemnly, glancing around warily before opening the gates enough to let you and Klaus slide in, locking the gates again tightly with a chilling clang. 

Klaus was quiet all the way inside. You didn’t have any children of your own, but you knew she was his world, and now she was in trouble. 

“How come no one here’s affected?” You blurted soon after stepping inside. Students of all ages were milling around, preparing weapons, researching, practicing spells... It was the only part of Mystic Falls seemingly untouched.

“Wards,” Alaric explained briefly, one eye on Klaus the entire time as you passed by the students and followed him into his office, the boy still in tow too. “Landon, you don’t need to be here for this,” he told the boy, who shook his head adamantly.

“If Hope’s in danger I have to help her,” he insisted.

“Ah, so you’re the Landon Kirby she’s told me about,” Klaus said with a tone that told you this Landon was his daughter’s boyfriend. This could be interesting.

Landon, to his credit, held Klaus’ stare. “Yes, and I want to help.” Klaus nodded after a moment, you needed all the help you could get. Plus, you suspected he wanted Landon to stick close for other reasons too.

“Tell us everything,” you said to Alaric, who nodded gravely and gestured for you to all sit down. It was finally time to get some answers. 

“We don’t know what is causing this... sleeping curse, but it seems to put everything it comes into contact with into a deep, unwakable sleep, so no one who’s seen it can tell us what it is. But what we do know is that it doesn’t affect vampires, so we’ve theorised that it has something to do people’s life forces maybe?” Alaric explained, both you and Klaus listening intently. 

“It also can’t get past the school’s wards, thankfully, but it all happened so fast that by the time we’d figured it out it was too late to bring anyone into the safety of our walls,” he continued, taking a breath to prepare himself as he got to the bit Klaus was most eager to hear, “Hope snuck out sometime yesterday, against direct instruction, to try and investigate, she’s part vampire so she hedged her bets on being immune. But... she hasn’t been back since, and the few vamps we could spare to search the woods closest to the school found nothing. We didn’t want to risk sending them further, just because they aren’t put to sleep, doesn’t mean we know what could happen to them.”

There was a snapping noise, making you jump as you looked to Klaus, who had been gripping the arms of his chair so hard he’d crushed to wood into splinters. 

“Some myths of vampires have them eating people’s energy,” you mused, earning surprised and curious glances from your audience, “what? I mean they aren’t thought to put an entire town to sleep, but energy and life force could be interchangeable here, and your regular vampire isn’t exactly alive by that definition.”

“Take the girl out of Mystic Falls...” Alaric gave you a faint, proud smile.

“Yeah, I’ve thought that once or twice since I got here,” you replied, looking to the crossbow you’d leant up against your chair. 

“It’s happening in New Orleans too,” Klaus revealed to Alaric, filling him in on what little he knew, and how it linked to your phone call with Hope.

“One of the only people any of us actually know who got out of this town in one peice,” Alaric said maybe a little too cynically, but he wasn’t exactly wrong. 

“So how do we find my daughter?” Klaus voiced, his singular focus clear, not that you could blame him, you wanted to make sure your sister and her family were safe too.

“She’s a witch too right?” You asked, a thought forming. Klaus nodded. “Landon, did she say anything since this started about any spells? Protection? Locating? Maybe even trying to wake someone up?”

You doubted she’d have told Alaric about any potentially dangerous plan, but her boyfriend? You’d told Klaus all your secrets back in High School, and teenagers didn’t change much.

Landon looked a little guilty, “she did mention something about locating an epicentre? She said whatever was doing this had to be hiding somewhere, even if it did originally come from the Malivore pit,” Landon rubbed the back of his neck as Alaric quickly filled you in on what the hell a Malivore pit was. Huh, Mystic Falls had really been having the time of it in recent years. 

“Did she tell you if she found anything? Her aunt Freya did a similar spell, but it only pin pointed Mystic Falls, not a specific location in the town,” Klaus tried to clarify, desperate to understand what his daughter was doing. But you didn’t wonder too hard, she was her father’s daughter afterall.

“Sorry, no, really she did,” Landon told you, and you believed him, he clearly cared about her too much to protect a secret that might be putting her in danger. 

“Well, I mean, it’s Mystic Falls - has anyone checked the High School?” You piped up, “hundreds of children in one place? Youthful life energy rife to be fed on?”

Alaric considered it for a second, “even if you’re right, I can’t afford to send my kids, they’re children.”

Klaus was about to argue when you shot out your hand, putting it on his arm and shaking your head. Alaric was right, risking the students of the school wasn’t fair, even if you’d been younger than some of them when you’d been thrust into the path of danger. 

“Well I’m going,” Klaus rose, determination clear.

“So am I,” you said, standing with him as he turned to object.

“Absolutely not, you’re human, not even a witch Y/N-” Klaus began but you cut him off.

“I’m a Gilbert, with training, and Hope called me. I’m here to help her Klaus, and I’m going to,” you told him, leaving no room for argument. 

This had been your home once, Klaus the man you loved, and that still meant something. You had to see this through.

[thebestbookrecommendations]

Duma Key - Stephen King

A terrible construction site accident takes Edgar Freemantle's right arm and scrambles his memory and his mind, leaving him with little but rage as he begins the ordeal of rehabilitation. A marriage that produced two lovely daughters suddenly ends, and Edgar begins to wish he hadn't survived the injuries that could have killed him. He wants out. His psychologist, Dr. Kamen, suggests a "geographic cure," a new life distant from the Twin Cities and the building business Edgar grew from scratch. And Kamen suggests something else. "Edgar does anything make you happy?"…"I used to sketch."…"Take it up again. You need hedges . . . hedges against the night." Edgar leaves Minnesota for a rented house on Duma Key, a stunningly beautiful, eerily undeveloped splinter of the Florida coast. The sun setting into the Gulf of Mexico and the tidal rattling of shells on the beach call out to him, and Edgar draws. A visit from Ilse, the daughter he dotes on, starts his movement out of solitude. He meets a kindred spirit in Wireman, a man reluctant to reveal his own wounds, and then Elizabeth Eastlake, a sick old woman whose roots are tangled deep in Duma Key. Now Edgar paints, sometimes feverishly, his exploding talent both a wonder and a weapon. Many of his paintings have a power that cannot be controlled. When Elizabeth's past unfolds and the ghosts of her childhood begin to appear, the damage of which they are capable is truly devastating.

Read if You Like:

Horror

Thriller

Fantasy

Supernatural

Mystery

Suspense

Art/Painting

Recommended if You Enjoy:

Stephen King (Rose Madder, The Dark Half, Bag of Bones, Lisey’s Story)

4.5/5

[comfy-whumpee]

Again

Bibi had specific shops for specific products. Daveed was still getting used to the tour, and the way everyone had started greeting him, recognising him as Asha’s charge. They asked how she was doing, how he was doing, how about her grandson, was he back yet? Could she ring them tomorrow night about the sewing machine they’d borrowed? Would she be able to come to the birthday party?

 It was strange. It was nice. They all smiled and trusted because he came with her seal of approval, and they helped him pack the shopping bags and asked whether he was eating properly or whether he wanted a haircut, cheap, just at their son’s place around the corner, you must have seen it...

 It was a community. Daveed, in his too-baggy, too-short jumper, shopping bags on both shoulders, was welcomed into it simply because he had a scrap of paper in his hand written by everyone’s favourite grandmother.

 None of them touched him. That was something he dwelt on, that he thought Bibi must have spread around before he started doing the weekly shop for her. They all knew already that he didn’t want to be surprised with touch.

 And so, when a hand settled on his shoulder as he was waiting at a crossing, he didn’t immediately collapse. He turned, instead.

 “Don’t kneel,” the Teacher said, smiling genially, right behind him with his hand still raised. “Cross the road.”

Daveed stopped breathing. The hand on his shoulder let go, and he sucked in air, and walked across the street on numb legs. The Teacher followed, and the hand settled on his elbow as soon as they reached the other side. Then he was turned into a side street, taken away from the bustle of the shops, around another corner to a small green on the edge of a suburban crossroads.

 The Teacher sat down on a bench, and Daveed followed the hand gesturing for him to do the same.

 “You look so different these days,” the Teacher said quietly. Daveed was still taller, but the Teacher’s presence loomed. He stared straight forwards and wondered if anyone would search for him when he was gone.

 “I’ve been looking for you. You ran away.” The voice was disappointed, chastising, the kind that would always be used to gently lean on 326’s compliance.

 Daveed pulled in a breath. He didn’t let go of the shopping bag, even though he knew he wouldn’t run. Not from the Teacher.

 “It’s my fault, really,” the Teacher sighs. “I should never have sold you. You were always mine, weren’t you, 326?”

 Daveed sank. In his place rose an old, old self. It had only been through effort that his genuine self had been staying afloat, after all.

 “Weren’t you?” the Teacher prompted.

 326 exhaled. “Yes, sir.”

 “Mhm, that’s right.” The Teacher leaned back against the bench, smiling broadly. “I’m amazed you cut your hair. That must have taken guts.”

 “No, sir.” 326 didn’t have courage like that. It was – it was a spur of the moment decision. Cowardice, rather than be faced with a real hairdresser.

 My son, it’s his passion, owning his business, really they’re very good--

 “Do you still work?”

 326 felt nothing. No shame, no fear, and he had nothing to hide. “Yes, sir.”

 “That’s good. It’s all you have, really, isn’t it? Your chores. Your worth is your work, you remember that well enough. From what the others said about you, at Alice Landon’s trial, you were her perfect butler, weren’t you?”

 “No, sir. Never perfect.”

 The Teacher laughed. It was a dizzying sound. “I should have known. Yes, she’s a stern one. How was your place after that?”

 “...Much the same, sir. Less...physical work. No physical punishments to be delivered.” Not that it had stopped her putting the duty for the shocks into his hands.

 “And after that?”

 “...That was when I – absconded, sir.”

 “Because of 510, I assume? The poor creature you beat every day?”

 “Yes, sir. He... He is kind.”

 The Teacher laughed again. 326 sat at attention, hands clasped tightly in front of him, looking out over the fields and imagining his own stare in the mirror every morning at Miss Landon’s, straightening his tie.

 “Well, he let you go and live with his grandmother, so I would say naive rather than kind, wouldn’t you?” He nudged 326 with his shoulder. “The terrible Butler, who tortured him day in, day out. What did you do to earn his forgiveness?”

 The question was a bitter reminder. 326 looked out at the low bushes lining the green. Leaves tangled amongst intertwined branches, creating a thick wall of hedge that was no longer distinguishable as individual plants. One monolith woven out of parts all trimmed to look the same.

 Anyone who grew past those limits would be trimmed back.

 “I don’t know, sir,” he answered at last. “Some days I don’t believe I did.”

 “Of course you didn’t,” the Teacher said smartly. “You’d do it all again if you were told.”

 A weight settled on 326’s shoulder. That hand weighed on him throughout his life even in its absence. The ghost of the touch was always with him. This was how the Teacher had attached his reins, and could steer him like a blinkered horse, even now.

 “I don’t mind not being forgiven,” he admitted.

 “You shouldn’t need forgiveness. You did well. You did your job, and obeyed the employer. You did wonderfully, 326.”

 The praise was stale and sickly. 326 swallowed against a dry throat. The Teacher was proud of him. He was still – he thought – he hoped – a special trainee. It didn’t matter how long ago he had ‘graduated’ from training under the Teacher and his people, no. This man’s orders were hardwired into him.

 “How long ago did you find me, sir?”

 He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer. He was given it anyway. “Last week. Were you following the statements from your colleagues in the news? They mentioned your role in it. I knew you would never normally do something like that, so who else could I look to blame but 510?” The Teacher sighed, letting go of 326’s shoulder to lean back. “He was always a corruptive influence.”

 Behind them, at the road, there was the sound of a car passing - and then parking.

 A soft, heavy weight drifted down to settle at the bottom of Daveed’s chest.

 “Come along,” the Teacher said, standing. The hand lifted from his shoulder - but it never did, not really.

 “Yes sir.”

He let go of the shopping bags. He stood. He followed the man who had owned him, once, and always will.

[whencallstheheart]

Here’s a post from John Tinker, the new showrunner for WCTH:

As When Calls the Heart’s new show runner (a vaunted if not misleading title since making any television show is a highly-collaborative process), I’ve been asked to write something to post here, The Official Home of the Hearties. So, without further ado, away we go. First, what’s changing? If you’ve visited my Facebook page, I noted that the previous Executive Producer and talented writer, Alfonso Moreno, has move west and even, some might say, back in time to Brookfield, 1916, where he’s decided to focus on another Janette Oke-inspired series, When Hope Calls. As for other changes… well, that’s it. Brian Bird and Michael Landon, Jr., remain as involved as ever. Skilled and accomplished veteran WCTH writers, Derek Thompson and Elizabeth Steward, return (along with a new addition to the room, our tireless and indispensable writer’s assistant, Allie Devereaux). From what I’m told by three of our indefatigable, wonderfully-natured producers and production manager, Vicki Sotheran, Greg Malcolm, and Michael Magnusson (talk about folks who make the show run) the same crew is coming back and, of course, the same cast. With that addressed, it’s on to other matters. After reading as many Facebook posts, Tweets as I could (and even after flicking through Instagram) all of which I will try doing as time allows, the following seem to head up your current concerns. 1. Overwhelmingly, you’ve expressed your love for Hope Valley and its characters warning, “Don’t mess it up.” This is something neither I nor anyone else on the show will ever try doing. Of course, I hope that goes without saying (but since I just said it… moving on). 2. Some of you demonstrated familiarity with the shows on which I’ve previously worked. One woman wrote, “None that [he’s] written impress me.” Yet, another woman wrote, “Awesome!!! Great list of credits!!!” Everyone — and here at When Calls the Heart that means everyone — is entitled to his or her opinion. And while I’m not a Rotarian, I’ve always thought the civic organization’s Four-Way Test of things we think, say, or do is a good barometer to govern the way we interact: Is it the truth? Is it fair to all concerned? Will it build goodwill and better friendships? Will it be beneficial to all concerned? 3. “Don’t mess it up.” Whoop, already addressed that. 4. Many, many of you are concerned that somehow I might pollute the “wholesome, good clean writing.” I’ve written a lot for Hallmark and not once, have they even threatened to wash my mouth out with soap. By the way, and seriously, not only do I have no desire even to edge toward the salacious and obscene, Hallmark would never allow it. What’s more, I like to think my mother raised me better than that. 5. “Don’t mess it up.” Sorry, how does that question keep popping up? 6. Along with being concerned about maintaining WCTH’s “standard of decency”, just as many of you indicated your ardent desire that “faith, family, hope, and love” remain at the core of the show. Honestly, I don’t believe WCTH could remain on the air if that isn’t the case. And speaking personally, all those things undergird my writing as does, most of all, my faith in God. One Heartie even wrote, “Pray before you write” to which I responded “I always do.” Though, now that I think about it, maybe I need to pray before I receive script notes from Hallmark. 7. “Don’t mess it up.” Dang, again, I apologize. 8. Quite a few of you are hoping we might be able to “bring back” some of the historic verisimilitude when it comes to wardrobe and costume, in particular. Actually, this is something all our crafts people take very seriously but sometimes we get it wrong. Or, more often, we feel we must hedge for various and sundry reasons. We will, still, endeavor to be as authentic as possible. 9. By a large margin, y’all (sorry, since moving to Georgia I sometimes slip into southern colloquialisms) you are wanting Elizabeth to make a decision about Nathan and Lucas. I’m not trying to tease here — I’ll leave that to the eminently-qualified Papa Heartie. My only concern is that when she does make a decision, let’s remember the Four-Way Test (see item 2, above). 10. “Don’t mess it up.” Okay, this is probably a good place to wrap things up. This missive is a lot longer than I’d intended — though it is important for WCTH Hearties and even the garden-variety fans to know I take seriously the privilege and responsibility of writing and producing WCTH as well as this kind of entertainment content that seems to be rapidly vanishing from our television screens. I am blessed to be a part of When Calls the Heart. And I mean that. Before I sign off, let me say thank you for continued support by a number of people (in no particular order here) with whom I am already well-familiar: Donna Murphy, Lisa Viera Colangelo, Jordan Blackstone, Ruth Mayer Hill, Lori Meeker, Bobby De Leon, Belinda Doxey Johnson… It’s a humbling list of people and I know I’ve missed many mentions but, please, know that I am grateful for your encouragement and especially your prayers. One last thing, I do have a Facebook page (you may need to type John Tinker Facebook in order to locate the page which has been finicky, refusing to come up) and a Twitter account, @brspndr. Until we meet again…

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Aden in Paris? Give us your thoughts? I heard a certain curly haired man was not happy when Eden posted on insta that she was with him. Wasn’t Aaron supposed to be giving his dick a break in Paris? I thought it was a family trip?!

   I have so many thoughts on this, I need a drink. First of all, did anyone really believe Aaron was gonna keep his snake in the hedges? That boy is snakes on a plane, without the plane. As far as curly haired man, are we talking about Roman, ob!Roman #2, or #3? Is this someone that Landon Davies is attracted to, and or, has slept with?

   Eden and Aaron are a ticking time bomb. Who wants to place bets on how soon this will be over? It barely even started, and is on the edge of a cliff. He doesn’t even love her, and he’s out here trying to be like mister romantic James Bond, or something.

( @aaronhart93, @wtf-eden, @romanbeckett, @davieslandon )

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I’ve just reread my collection of political articles written by H. L. Mencken, in the book A Carnival of Buncombe: Writings on Politics. These articles span early 1920 to late 1936, over five presidential elections.

Below are a few of the passages I found the most interesting, as a glimpse into American political culture during this period (although Mencken is overtly snobbish and somewhat bigoted -- far from an objective observer -- and seems remarkably obtuse about some pretty obvious things).

[This turned out long-ish. For me, the most interesting passage is the last one I quoted actually, although I’m not really sure if any of my followers would be that interested in any of it and this is for my own note-keeping as much as anything else.

After living abroad for a while, I’ve become increasingly interested in what is unique about American culture and common American mentalities, and it’s interesting to see the following musing from a century ago:

It seems to me that this fear of ideas is a peculiarly democratic phenomenon, and that it is nowhere so horribly apparent as in the United States, perhaps the nearest approach to an actual democracy yet seen in the world. It was Americans who invented the curious doctrine that there is a body of doctrine in every department of thought that every good citizen is in duty bound to accept and cherish; it was Americans who invented the right-thinker. The fundamental concept, of course, was not original. The theologians embraced it centuries ago, and continue to embrace it to this day. It appeared on the political side in the Middle Ages, and survived in Russia into our time. But it is only in the United States that it has been extended to all departments of thought. It is only here that any novel idea, in any field of human relations, carries with it a burden of obnoxiousness, and is instantly challenged as mysteriously immoral by the great masses of right-thinking men. It is only here, so far as I have been able to make out, that there is a right way and a wrong way to think about the beverages one drinks with one’s meals, and the way children ought to be taught in the schools, and the manner in which foreign alliances should be negotiated, and what ought to be done about the Bolsheviki.

- from “Bayard vs. Lionheart”, July 26th, 1920

On President Harding’s inaugural address (this, like many other things, makes me wonder what Mencken would have made of Trump):

I rise to pay my small tribute to Dr. Harding. Setting aside a college professor or two and half a dozen dipsomaniacal newspaper reporters, he takes the first place in my Valhalla of literati. That is to say, he writes the worst English that I have ever encountered. It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean-soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of the dark abysm (I was about to write abscess!) of pish, and crawls insanely up the topmost pinnacle of post. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.

- from “Gamlielese”, March 7th, 1921

At the risk of being redundant, here is Mencken’s comment on the lack of defined policy differences between the two major parties as they existed in 1923:

Both [major political parties] have lost their old vitality, all their old reality; neither, as it stands today, is anything more than a huge and clumsy machine for cadging jobs. They do not carry living principles into their successive campaigns; they simply grab up anything that seems likely to make votes. The old distinctions between them have all faded out, and are now almost indiscernible. The Democrats are just as hot for centralization as the Republicans, and just as friendly towards a protective tariff; they stand together on the money question; there is no choice between them on the question of foreign policy; they are both wet and both dry.

The only reality that remains is their division on sectional lines. In the South the morons still vote the straight Democratic ticket. But even this brand begins to wear off. We have seen Maryland and Tennessee take to the fence; we have even seen some wobbling in Virginia and Texas. The time may come, and it may be soon, when the solid South will fall to pieces. Out of the wreck, I venture to believe, a new alignment of parties will come, and it will be based, not upon outworn traditions and shibboleths, but upon genuine differences of opinion. What those differences of opinion will be I do not risk prophecying, but it would not surprise me at all if one great party advocated the inspection and control of bootleggers by rigid Federal legislation, and the other, clinging to the tattered remains of local self-government, advocated licensing them by the commune.

- from “Next Year’s Struggle”, June 11th, 1923

Mencken’s (rather lofty and prejudiced) perception of cultural differences between rural and urban America and how they play into differing attitudes towards Prohibition (the Volstead Act):

Prohibition is essentially a yokel idea. It mirrors alike the farmer’s fear of himself and his envy of city men. Unable to drink at all without making a hog of himself, he naturally hates those who can. When a city man goes on a grand drunk, the police take charge of him humanely and he is restrained from doing any great damage. The worst that happens to him is that his wife beats him and he loses his job. But when a farmer succumbs to the jug his unmilked cows burst, his hogs and chickens starve, his pastor denounces him as an atheist (or even an Episcopalian), and he is ruined. Thus he favors Prohibition, especially if he is given to heavy drinking -- first because he hopes it will protect him against himself, and secondly because it harasses his superior and enemy, the city man...

I have never encountered a genuine city man, not obviously balmy, who was in favor of Prohibition. There seems to be something in the urban mentality that rebels against such imbecilities. Perhaps the fact is to be ascribed to familiarity with the police. The yokel, seeing policemen very seldom, retains a considerable fear of them, and a high respect for the laws behind them. But the city man takes the cops lightly, and the laws with them. He has no respect for laws as such; he respects them when they are useful and plausible. Such grotesque concoctions as the Volstead Act he knows to be neither.

The yokel’s answer to this sniffishness is that the city man is a scoundrel, and ought to be kept under restraint. His opposition to Prohibition, as the hedge pastors argue, is due to a consuming love of rum. But that argument quickly runs aground on the fact that the city man, despite the Eighteenth Amendment, still has all the rum he can consume. For he is not only contumacious; he is also ingenious, and knows how to beat laws that he dislikes. So the yokels and their spiritual advisers have to fall back on the doctrine that Prohibition is ordained of God, and is hence binding upon every good citizen, regardless of his private convictions. But the city man simply laughs at that. He observes that the chief agents of revelation are Methodist bishops, and that he has heard too much balderdash from them to have any confidence in them.

- from “Real Issues at Last”, July 23rd, 1928

Commentary on Herbert Hoover’s character just before his election, as I provided it in the comments section under the (very interesting) SSC post on Hoover:

The contrast [Al Smith] makes with his opponent is really appalling. Hoover stands at the opposite pole. He is a man of sharp intelligence, well schooled and familiar with the ways of the world, and more than once, in difficult situations, he has shown a shrewd competence, but where is character ought to be there is almost a blank. He is the perfect self-seeker, pushing and unconscionable; it is hard to imagine him balking at anything to get on. His principles are so vague that even his intimates seem unable to put them into words. He is an American who came within an inch of being an Englishman, a Republican who came within an inch of being a Democrat, a dry who came within an inch of being a wet. He is what is today because it has paid him well so far, and promises to pay still better hereafter.

- from “Al in the Free State”, October 29th, 1928

Now Mencken’s attempts to predict the results of the elections of 1932, in which he demonstrates how oblivious he was to the effects of the Great Depression on public sentiment:

That Dr. Hoover will be renominated by his party next year is as nearly certain as anything human can be, and that he will be reelected at the ensuing plebiscite is highly probable.

- from “The Hoover Bust”, May 18th, 1931

Barring acts of God of a revolting and unprecedented character, Mr. Hoover is almost as sure of reelection next year as he was of election in 1928... [Mencken argues in terms of several states that Hoover might lose but won’t need anyway.]

All this should be plain to anyone able to add and subtract. It is as obvious as that 2 and 2 equal 4.

- from “Hoover in 1932″, July 27th, 1931

Right before the election, Mencken finally recognized that Hoover was going to lose but seems to emphasize almost every other complaint against Hoover (particularly his acting on the wrong side of the Prohibition question) over his failure to cure the Depression:

My guess is that the thing which really finished the right hon. gentleman was his singularly disingenuous and unconvincing dealing with Prohibition.

- from “Pre-Mortem”, October 24th, 1932

I’ll end with the passage I found maybe the most interesting. Mencken had identified as a Democrat and enthusiastically voted Democrat in 1928 and 1932 (although he didn’t support the Democratic candidates in 1920 and 1924 and loathed the legendary Democrat William Jennings Bryan). But well before the end of FDR’s first term, he had turned against the president’s new-dealing ways. Here is an excerpt from his article on the eve of FDR’s reelection:

Nevertheless, and in spite of all Hell’s angels, I shall vote for the Hon. Mr. Landon tomorrow. To a lifelong Democrat, of course, it will be something of a wrench. But it seems to me that the choice is one that genuine Democrats are almost bound to make. On the one side are all the basic principles of their party, handed down from its first days and tried over and over again in the fires of experience; on the other side is a gallimaufry of transparent quackeries, puerile in theory and dangerous in practice. To vote Democratic this year it is necessary, by an unhappy irony, to vote for a Republican. But to vote with the party is to vote for a gang of mountebacks who are no more Democrats than a turkey buzzard is to an archangel.

This exchange of principles, with the party labels unchanged, is naturally confusing, abut it is certainly not so confusing that it goes unpenetrated. Plenty of Republicans who believe sincerely in a strong Federal Government are going to vote tomorrow for the Hon. Mr. Roosevelt, and plenty of Democrats who believe sincerely in the autonomy of the States and a rigid limitation of the Federal power are going to vote, as I shall, for the Hon. Mr. Landon. Whether the shift that confronts us will be be permanent remains to be seen. But while it lasts it is manifestly very real, and those who let party loyalties blind them to its reality will be voting very foolishly.

This is particularly interesting to me because it reflects an interpretation of the history of our political parties often claimed by Democrats: “The two parties switched places.” I’ve always been a little impatient with the simplistic way this is put (although of course it’s nowhere near as bad as Republicans, including the president, who love to imply that theirs is still the party of Lincoln out of one side of their mouths while idolizing Andrew Jackson, the founder of the Democratic party, out of the other). It’s not as though the parties one day just up and decided they wanted to switch names or switch positions. Mencken himself had pointed out in the early 20′s, in one of the passages I quoted further above, that there was little differentiating the two parties at the time apart from the demographic and geographic subgroups of Americans who formed their respective bases. Moreover, the Democratic party had been displaying somewhat of a fiscally progressive streak in the past few decades, arguably starting with William Jennings Bryan in 1896. (Although to be fair, the Republican party flirted with progressivism in a very big way thanks to Theodore Roosevelt, and none of this earlier progressivism looked that much like the revolution FDR was waging anyway.)

That said, if one had to point to a single turning point in history for Democrats and Republicans which played the greatest role in directing them towards where they are today, the early 30′s with FDR’s New Deal is probably the most reasonable choice, and Mencken’s above contemporary commentary is evidence supporting this.

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for each muse, is there a character you wish had a blog so you could interact with them?

ASKS FOR MUNS OF MULTIMUSES    (   ACCEPTING   )

FOR MY ARCHIE HORROR MUSES:    fp jones in the hungerverse.   or jb.   or even an archie.   or a reggie.   or a vampronica.   literally anyone from archie horror i beg.   also i really want a veronica and a jug and an archie to write against toni pls. 

FOR FAITH:    i’d really love a buffy to write and develop a modern day buffy verse together with.   or an angel or a giles.   or the mayor.    from go ask malice,  would love to write with a tommy or killian. 

FOR CARMILLA MUSES:    honestly the obvious answer is a laura,  but i’d rather just find another carmilla to write against oops.   or kirsch.   but in general i’d be feral for a group verse or people who want to write in the carmilla universe because i think silas is so fun.   also danny needs summers to write agains. 

FOR CHARMED MUSES:    hello @cravesfreedom pls finish catching up and make ellie write macy i am waiting.    mel needs her sister and abigael needs to be gay and not fixated on henry this is my villain origin story. 

FOR GOSSIP GIRL MUSES:    okay so i took eric off my muse list but i love him and want people to write with my older eric pls. 

FOR LEGACIES MUSES:    i want to test josie out so bad so anyone!   but also can someone write kaleb and mg with me.   also like write the dynamic we almost got with landon and raf.   or just acknowledge the complex feelings of the boy who still has a lot of good to do with me. 

FOR KADY ORLOFF DIAZ:    i am spoiled and write with two of the best julias in the world.   and steph writes an amazing penny and anna writes a bomb marina.   but it could be cool to write her with hedge witches she helps in the future.   also can like.....    a faith lehane please write against her because i would literally......   w h e w 

FOR EMMA DUVAL:    a jake or a (very platonic) eli.   i love survivor’s guilt. 

FOR BRIDGET VREELAND:    LITERALLY ANY OF THE OTHER SEPTEMBERS LITERALLY ITS ALL I WANT FUCK U FUCK YOU also can any quinn fabray write against bridget literally i am begin or like.... lowkey dramatic gg secret twin au with serena like that would be wild.

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o yEAh so last night i got access to a part of landons mansion/castle that ive never got to. unfortunately i only seen one side of it but it was their courtyard. its so nice looking. lots of stone and hedges. i also just realized the only glimpse i had of it before last night was from inside his mansion/castle looking out a bit. what i seen last night was the middle of the courtyard looking into that area. aaa i hope i gain access to it more soon

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FEDS Paper: Cash-Hedged Stock Returns

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Desaparecidos – Read Music/Speak Spanish (Rem. Blue LP+DL+Poster) (06.05.2022)

Desaparecidos – Read Music/Speak Spanish (Rem. Blue LP+DL+Poster) (06.05.2022)

2022 finds us releasing the 20th Anniversary Edition of Desaparecidos’ Read Music/Speak Spanish into a world in which the dread and disenfranchisement detailed throughout the album feel as pertinent today as they did then. The characters and settings may have changed, but the startling narrative has not. In late 2001, Conor Oberst, Denver Dalley, Landon Hedges, Ian McElroy, and Matt Baum spent a…

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Friday Releases for February 12

Friday is the busiest day of the week for new releases, so we've decided to collect them all in one place. Friday Releases for February 12 include Judas and the Black Messiah, Minari, Willy’s Wonderland, and more.

Judas and the Black Messiah

Judas and the Black Messiah, the new movie from Shaka King, is out today.

FBI informant William O’Neal (LaKeith Stanfield) infiltrates the Illinois Black Panther Party and is tasked with keeping tabs on their charismatic leader, Chairman Fred Hampton (Daniel Kaluuya). A career thief, O’Neal revels in the danger of manipulating both his comrades and his handler, Special Agent Roy Mitchell (Jesse Plemons). Hampton’s political prowess grows just as he’s falling in love with fellow revolutionary Deborah Johnson (Dominique Fishback). Meanwhile, a battle wages for O’Neal’s soul. Will he align with the forces of good? Or subdue Hampton and The Panthers by any means, as FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover (Martin Sheen) commands?

Minari

Minari, the new movie from Lee Isaac Chung, is out today.

A tender and sweeping story about what roots us, Minari follows a Korean-American family that moves to a tiny Arkansas farm in search of their own American Dream. The family home changes completely with the arrival of their sly, foul-mouthed, but incredibly loving grandmother. Amidst the instability and challenges of this new life in the rugged Ozarks, Minari shows the undeniable resilience of family and what really makes a home.

Willy’s Wonderland

Willy’s Wonderland, the new movie from Kevin Lewis, is out today.

When his car breaks down, a quiet loner (Nic Cage) agrees to clean an abandoned family fun center in exchange for repairs. He soon finds himself waging war against possessed animatronic mascots while trapped inside Willy’s Wonderland.

French Exit

French Exit, the new movie from Azazel Jacobs, is out today.

“My plan was to die before the money ran out,” says 60-year-old penniless Manhattan socialite Frances Price (Michelle Pfeiffer), but things didn’t go as planned. Her husband Franklin has been dead for 12 years and with his vast inheritance gone, she cashes in the last of her possessions and resolves to live out her twilight days anonymously in a borrowed apartment in Paris, accompanied by her directionless son Malcolm (Lucas Hedges) and a cat named Small Frank—who may or may not embody the spirit of Frances’s dead husband.

Skyfire

Skyfire, the new movie from Simon West, is out today.

Chaos erupts when the once dormant volcano at the world’s only volcano theme park and resort rumbles. Everyone must evacuate before it’s too late.

Fear of Rain

Fear of Rain, the new movie from Castille Landon, is out today.

For teenager Rain Burroughs (Madison Iseman), a diagnosis with schizophrenia means that every day is a struggle as she tries to figure out which of the disturbing images, harrowing voices, and traumatic feelings she experiences are real and which are all in her mind. But when Rain insists against her parents’ (Katherine Heigl and Harry Connick, Jr.) advice that the shadows and cries from her neighbor’s attic are hiding a dark secret, she enlists help from Caleb (Israel Broussard), the charmingly awkward new boy at school – who himself may not be real.

Land

Land, the new movie from Robin Wright, is out today.

From acclaimed actress Robin Wright comes her directorial debut LAND, the poignant story of one woman’s search for meaning in the vast and harsh American wilderness. Edee (Wright), in the aftermath of an unfathomable event, finds herself unable to stay connected to the world she once knew and in the face of that uncertainty, retreats to the magnificent, but unforgiving, wilds of the Rockies. After a local hunter (Demián Bichir) brings her back from the brink of death, she must find a way to live again.

Lapsis

Lapsis, the new movie from Noah Hutton, is out today.

New York, an alternate present: the quantum computing revolution has begun and investors are lining their pockets in the quantum trading market. Building the network, though, requires miles of infrastructure to be laid between huge magnetic cubes by “cablers” - unprotected gig workers who compete against robots to pull wires over rough terrain.

Queens delivery man Ray Tincelli (Dean Imperial) is skeptical of new technology, and the buy-in to start cabling is steep, but he struggles to support himself and his ailing younger brother, who suffers from a mysterious illness. So when Ray scores a shady permit, he believes their fortunes may have finally changed. What he doesn’t expect is to be pulled into a conspiracy involving hostile cablers, corporate greed, and the mysterious “Lapsis” who may have previously owned his permit.

Barb & Star Go To Vista Del Mar

Barb & Star Go To Vista Del Mar, the new movie from Josh Greenbaum, is out today.

Lifelong friends Barb and Star embark on the adventure of a lifetime when they decide to leave their small Midwestern town for the first time… ever.

The Map of Tiny Perfect Things

The Map of Tiny Perfect Things, the new movie from Ian Samuels, is out today.

The Map of Tiny Perfect Things tells the story of quick-witted teen Mark, contentedly living the same day in an endless loop whose world is turned upside-down when he meets mysterious Margaret also stuck in the time loop. Mark and Margaret form a magnetic partnership, setting out to find all the tiny things that make that one day perfect. What follows is a love story with a fantastical twist, as the two struggle to figure out how – and whether – to escape their never-ending day.

Breaking News In Yuba County

Breaking News In Yuba County, the new movie from Tate Taylor, is out today.

After her husband goes missing, Sue Buttons (Allison Janney), an underappreciated suburban wife, gets a taste of being a local celebrity as she embarks on a search to find him. She quickly finds herself in over her head, dodging cops, criminals and local reporters all aiming to uncover the truth. After being overlooked for so long, Sue goes to exaggerated lengths to prolong her “15 minutes of fame” and keep the truth from coming out.

The World To Come

The World To Come, the new movie from Mona Fastvold, is out today.

In this powerful 19th century romance set in the American Northeast, Abigail (Katherine Waterston), a farmer’s wife, and her new neighbor Tallie (Vanessa Kirby) find themselves irrevocably drawn to each other. A grieving Abigail tends to her withdrawn husband Dyer (Casey Affleck) as free-spirit Tallie bristles at the jealous control of her husband Finney (Christopher Abbott), when together their intimacy begins to fill a void in each other’s lives they never knew existed.

Honeydew

Honeydew, the new movie from Devereux Milburn, is out today.

Strange cravings and hallucinations befall a young couple after seeking shelter in the home of an aging farmer and her peculiar son.

TYRON

TYRON, the new album from Slowthai, is out today.

EP2!

EP2!, the new EP from JPEGMAFIA, is out today.