#let me have this dance with you (wil & anne).

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‘twas a lark (or a nightingale?) - Chapter 4

Chapter 1 ¦ Chapter 2 ¦ Chapter 3

So, my very dearest, enjoy the last 'light' chapter (hehehe)

@eunoiaastralwings, @mismaeve, @self-conscious-author, @heilith

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Warnings: none

Lú suppressed the shiver travelling up her spine as that same comforting fragrance that had accompanied her the whole evening engulfed her when he obediently settled beside her.

Once more, she realised how eager he was to follow exhortations and orders and she felt bad for not having been kinder in her invitation.

“What’s the matter? You look even more miserable than before,” she asked directly, never one to mince her words or withhold her solace when she felt as if it could be needed.

“Oh,” he felt silly for taking that one remark so much too heart, “it’s nothing. You worked well.”

“I had a little trouble with that one customer,” she admitted, “I was really pissed at him.”

“Why?” He looked up in surprise at the tension vibrating in her voice.

“I didn’t like the way he spoke about you,” she replied in a clipped tone; she was not about to tell him that she felt weirdly protective of him, but she couldn’t deny that her bleeding heart was already latching on to the hurt expression in his soulful eyes.

“He is not wrong, you know,” he said with a tremulous sigh that danced – suspended in slightly dusty air – between them for a heartbeat, “I guess I am ‘soft’.”

“All the best men are,” Lú commented quietly.

She remembered the way Thranduil could grieve for the death of a pet or the wilful destruction of nature; she knew her own brother’s heart better than anybody else and she was fiercely aware of all the soft spots in it as well.

In her experience, softness was the mark of true beauty; it was in the tender, unprotected, bare parts of a person where one could find their most precious traits and their most exquisite treasures.

As a matter of fact, it was Thranduil’s vulnerability that made him show a cold and impassive face to strangers for it would be too dangerous to let the whole world know just how easily one could wound him if one knew where to plunge the knife.

“Do you really think so?” Lindir looked up, his eyes glazed over with a patina of hope so fragile that it might have cracked like the first frost upon a flower petal at the slightest touch.

“I do,” Lú smiled, patting his narrow, slender hand gently, “you’re just perfectly fine the way you are.”

“And…have you known many men like that to be able to pinpoint which ones are the best?” he asked, realising how judgemental his words could have sounded only after he had spoken them, but – to his relief – Lúthadis grinned wistfully as she shook her head.

In her mind, she thought about Thranduil and Legolas who – each in their own special way – had ruined many a date before; nobody had ever met their impossible standards and – it annoyed her to no end to have to admit this – they had, ultimately, always been proven right.

“Ann’ has certainly told you…” Lindir fell silent again; he loved and respected his friend, and he didn’t want to sound like a whimpering fool suspecting betrayal everywhere.

“Ann’ has told me that she’d cut someone for you,” Lú informed him in that same calm, matter-of-fact voice as before, “Ann’ has made it very clear that she cares a great deal about you. She’s called you ‘more than a brother’.”

This time, Lindir couldn’t even help the rush of blood to his face, so he averted it quickly.

“Hey,” Ann’ strolled back in, balancing a plate full of cold meat pies and three small glasses, “what did I miss?”

Lú was not sure what to tell her new friend as she didn’t really know how to explain the discussion that had been aborted rather abruptly by Lindir turning into the most exquisite pillar of salt she had ever seen.

“Come on, Lindir,” Ann’ nudged him lightly, “I really like this one. Can you please make an effort so she won’t run for the hills the first chance she gets? She’s from up there...”

“I know where she came from,” Lindir replied in a defeated tone; apparently, he had already decided that they – the hotel, the staff, and his own person – could not possibly compete with the establishment in which Lú had grown up.

And as if Legolas had a sixth sense for the right moment to annoy people, Lú’s phone chimed.

-Hey, how are you? I miss you; father won’t braid my hair for me 😞

Lú shook her head; every evening, they would prepare each other’s hair for bed and sit around and shoot the breeze together; she missed Legolas sorely as well, but she didn’t want to sound like the whiny brat she came to realise that she was.

-You’ll be fine. I’m okay. Call you tomorrow? Am with people right now.

-Okay.

“What is he like?” Ann’ asked cautiously, trying to read the face of the woman opposite her.

“Insane,” Lú chuckled, “wild and chaotic; I love him dearly and I think we miss each other a lot more than we want to admit.”

She thought that Ann’ might understand how much one could love a man who was not really blood and yet felt like the foundation of one’s very life. Legolas was the windswept rock in which her heart was anchored, he was home, he was family.

“You’re a fearless one for sure,” Ann’ tried to come from another angle to get to the heart of the matter; as someone who had known Lindir for ages, she could not ignore the way he threw nervous side-glances at the flaming sun that was Lúthadis, echoes of his usual insecurity screaming in the depths of his eyes.

Lú herself was assaulted and inundated with flashes of memories: Legolas chasing away childhood bullies with an old broom, the smell of Thranduil’s sweater as he cradled her – crying and bleeding – in his slender arms, princess birthday parties, and the quiet certainty that there was not thing in the world that could hurt her as long as they were there.

“I was well-loved,” she whispered after a moment in toneless amazement as the realisation hit her that everything she was – and all the ways she differed from Thranduil and Legolas – had only been possible thanks to their boundless affection and understanding, “I was never made to feel scared or unprotected.”

“You’re close to Legolas then?” Ann’ dug a bit deeper while the shadow of wordless pain flitting over Lindir’s face told her all she needed to know about the danger in which her chosen brother was wallowing.

“Oh yes,” Lú’s eyes lit up like jade beacons in the night, “he’s…brother and sister to me. If someone had said about him that he’d make a fine wife, it’s equally as probable that he’d punch or kiss the man right on his mouth.”

She laughed to herself; Legolas was many things: his father’s heir – a competent and benign businessman – as well as a frighteningly random erratic soul.

He was as good a fighter as he was a friend, and Lú trusted him more than anyone else in the world.

“He’d kiss the man?” Ann’ was aghast and fascinated at the same time.

“Yup,” Lú laughed while Lindir made a face as if the mere thought of kissing anyone gave him a stomach ulcer, “well, I guess he’ll pick me up when I get off, so you’ll meet him.”

She yawned and excused herself, eager to get to bed now that her head and her own clothes were soaked with the sweet scent of Lindir’s skin.

“Sweet dreams,” she chirped and grimaced as she realised that there would be nobody to kiss good night on this evening; where would she go with all that love she had to give when there was nobody in need of it?

The first week at Elrond’s hotel passed quickly and Lú made herself indispensable within the span of a few days; always cheery, she kept the customers happy while keeping an eye on staff.

For the first time in forever, Lindir felt himself relaxing a tad as he started to trust that – between Lú and Ann’ – the service would not fall apart as soon as he turned his back.

Minor inconveniences and ineffective rotations were amended and – in short – Lú loved working for Elrond because he was much mellower than Thranduil had ever been.

Lindir as well was a perfect workhorse and it helped that he was not her brother; it was easy to work by his side and – this, Lú could not deny – he grew prettier in her eyes with every passing day.

“Your ride is here,” Ann’ poked her head through the door of Lindir’s office where he and Lú had been going over the repairs that had to be done in one of the rooms, “and it’s…quite something.”

What had he done now?

Lú had asked Legolas to pick her up to go shopping as Elrond’s didn’t supply her with a work uniform; partially, it was of course vanity because she wanted to look her best every day, but – beside the obvious – she was also looking forward to some time alone with Legolas before going back to the spa.

When she grabbed her suitcase and stepped outside though, her jaw slackened in wordless shock before she broke into roaring laughter.

So, here we are...from here on, it will go downhill rather fast, I am afraid :)

Thank you so much for reading and (hopefully) leaving me a little comment or something. I would be ever so greatful.

Lots of love from me 💖

-> Chapter 5

[anne-white-star]

A birthday present for Anne

Paring: third doctor X Anne white star (oc)

Notes : this story is for my oc her birthday.... her birthday is on the 22th of april (Its my real birthday) I just got the idea about two months ago. The art that i made for this story is my own please do not repost the story or art without my premission! thank you 😊

Also ignore any spelling mistakes i tried my best to make this. Plus i know that my birthday is still far away but i want it to post now 😊

Words : 957

Anne woke up in her and the doctors shared bed but the doctor wasn't there anymore he probably was in his lab tinkering away like usual.

'I can't believe it has been an other year already' she said while sitting up in bed

'Oh wel Its time to get dressed and eat"

After Anne got dressed and had some breakfast she went to the doctor his lab

"Good morning doctor" she huged him

"Good morning my dear did you sleep wel? "

"Oh yes i did..... do you know what day it is today?

" a Thursday"

"Yes but what ells? "

"The 22th of april"

"Yes But???" She looked at him a little sad

"Its your birthday, did you really think i would forget?" He smiled at her softly

"I don't know its posible " Anne smiled back

"I have a suprise for you" the doctor grabed her hand softly and tugged her after him in the TARDIS

"Are we going somewhere?"

The doctor noded " Yes we are but you might want to change in something els"

"What time period? "

"Early 1900s just something easy"

"Alright i'll be back in a few minuts" so Anne went away to change

"Hmm lets see ah" she grabed a long blue skirt and a white blouse with lace and puffy sleeves, she Also pinned her hair up. about 30 minuts later she was done, the TARDIS had landed And the doctor was waiting for her.

"so where are we?"

"Paris france 7th of februari 1901 to be exact" he said while stepping out and locking the door

"Are we going to meet someone?"

"Yes in fact its one of the people you wanted to meet"

"Don't tell me its Jean-Philippe Worth"

"What if i told you we are"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes"

"I can't wait to meet him"

"Here we are" they stood infront of a big building, both of them walked trough the door inside

"Good day how can i help you?"

"We are looking For Jean-Philippe Worth"

"That would be me" said the man

"Im the doctor and this is my wife Anne " the doctor shook his hand

"Ah its lovely to meet you both please come further" they all sat down

"Now do tell me what can i do for you?"

"I want a new ball gown for my wife its her birthday soon and i want het to get something Nice"

"Of course, mademoiselle Anne do tell what do you have in mind for your dress?"

"Well i made a sketch for the design if you don't mind that"

"Of course not its verry helpfull"

"Alright so i was thinking i want the dress to be made from lilac silk light pink tulle frill purple flowers and also bow knots added please, i hope its not to mutch to ask"

"Its completly fine we know what you want but we need to Take your size so that we can start making the dress, please follow me" he brought her to a room "this is helen she will take your size"

"Should i help you undressing?"

"Its fine helen i can do it myself"

"As you wish"

"Tell me whats it like to work for a famous dress maker?"

After helen was done she wrote down the info and Anne put back her clothes on , Anne searched out the fabrics she wanted to be used

"How long wil it take for my dress to be made Sir?"

"About a month"

"Alright thank you thill next time" Both of the doctor and Anne went back to the TARDIS "so what Now?"

"Wel we have a time machine" he grind

Anne grined back at him "lets go then"

"As you wish madam" the doctor once again set the TARDIS in flight only going a month forward "so there We are a perfect landing"

"You said the same thing to jo when we went to paladon wait for a few seconds" when nothing happend "alright indeed a perfect landing"

"Wel of course" he laught, They stept out again and went back to the big house

"Ah doctor mademoiselle Anne welcome back we got your dress ready"

"How wonderfull can i try it out?"

"Yes of course this way madam"

Anne went to the dressing room and took her dress of and put the new one on "ready?"

"Sure whenever you are dear"

She walked out "What do you think" she did a twirl

"You look wonderfull" he kissed her

"But why did i get to comission this dress?"

"Im going to take you to a ball for your birthday"

*gasp* "realy? Oh how wonderfull thank you thank you so mutch" Anne hugged him

The doctor hugged back "Its te least i can do" The doctor paid for the dress and both of them left

That same night The doctor and Anne dressed up, the doctor dressed up in a royal suit with a blue shash and medals Anne put her hair up And took a tiara out her cabinet and a long pearl necklace as wel.

The TARDIS had landed at Buckingham palace in 1902 for a royal ball (Its not documenten its just made up ball) both of them walked trough the door up to the stairs to the ball room, there were a lot of people some whent quite at the sight of her. She looked absolutly wonderfull. Music had started and the people started dancing

"May i have this dance madam" the doctor bowed to her

"Wel of course kind sir"

"Happy birthday Anne "

"Thank you doctor this is the best birthday i ever had" she kissed him on the cheek. And both of them dances the night away.

the end

[veritylane7]

+mydecember+ Twilight ver. 13

( 10:50 PM )   Math-class doodle of Rukura (Raphael), airbrushed. Came out nicely. ^.^       ( 10:07 PM )   John's suggestion for a feel-good song that Mr. Rozario (school principal) should play over the PA system in the morning? Children of the Damned by Iron Maiden.... how I agree! ^____^

We're sick, sick people. Can you tell we're related??

song of the moment: "Genocide" by the Offspring. I really gotta get some of the Offspring cds... I want Smash, Americana, and Conspiracy of One.... *sulks*

( 9:57 PM )   Ribby-chan... s'all being taken care of. Mike and Matt be lookin' after me closely, and if Dan does anything else, he's in for some serious trouble. *heh* Mike or Matt my soulmate? Dooood, Mike's a pal, and Matt's like my older brother (he's actually my most recent ex-boyfriend in a way). Thanks for the concern, tho! And don't worry... I beat Dan up nice. If I have my way, he'll be singing soprano come next week.

*heehee* I think I've FOUND my soulmate, anyhoo. *pointed look at someone who's screen name rhymes with punkin' pie* *heartheart* ^__^

( 9:49 PM )   *runs around screaming fangirlishly* YUMMY! YUMMY! I GOT A CUTE, SCAAAAAAARY DOOD FOR THIS TEST!!!

Ideal anime guy test...

# 1 Zagato from Magic Knight Rayearth # 2 Ashitare from Fushigi Yuugi # 3 Chichiri from Fushigi Yuugi # 4 Hotohori from Fushigi Yuugi # 5 Kiryuu Touga from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 6 Taikoubou from Senkaiden Houshin Engi # 7 Hayama Akito from Kodomo no Omocha # 8 Kyoichi Saionji from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 9 Morisato Keichi from Ah! My Goddess # 10 Nakago from Fushigi Yuugi # 11 Ohtori Akio from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 12 Ryohji Kaji from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 13 Eagle Vision from Magic Knight Rayearth # 14 Gabriev Gourry from The Slayers # 15 Ikari Gendo from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 16 Nagoya Chiaki from Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne # 17 Chiriko from Fushigi Yuugi # 18 Li Shaolan from Cardcaptor Sakura # 19 Tsukishiro Yukito / Yue from Cardcaptor Sakura # 20 Eriol Hiigarizawa / Clow from Cardcaptor Sakura # 21 Ikari Shinji from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 22 Kinomoto Touya from Cardcaptor Sakura # 23 Shiirou Kamui from X (X/1999) # 24 Tamahome from Fushigi Yuugi # 25 Monou Fuuma from X (X/1999)

( 9:46 PM )   Ideal anime girl test... how'd they know that I adore Skuld, Ami-chan, and Misato? o.O

# 1 Skuld (Oh my Goddess) # 2 Amy (Sailormoon) # 3 Misato (Eva) # 4 Belldandy (Oh my Goddess) # 5 Kari (Digimon) # 6 Rei (Eva) # 7 Lita (Sailormoon) # 8 Mina (Sailormoon) # 9 Fuu (MK Rayearth) # 10 Serena (Sailormoon) # 11 Hikaru (MK Rayearth) # 12 Sora (Digimon) # 13 Bulma (Dragon Ball) # 14 Mimi (Digimon) # 15 Misty (Pokemon) # 16 Rei (Sailormoon) # 17 Umi (MK Rayearth) # 18 Videl (Dragon Ball) # 19 Asuka (Eva) # 20 Urd (Oh my Goddess)

( 9:44 PM )   Slayers kyara test... now THESE results are good.

# 1 Gaav the Demon Dragon King # 2 Beastmaster Zelas # 3 Luna Inverse # 4 Valgaav (Vally-girl! ^_^) # 5 Xelloss Metallium # 6 Zelgadiss Greywords # 7 Gourry Gabriev # 8 Lina Inverse # 9 Rezo the Red Priest # 10 Filia Ul Copt # 11 Martina Whatever-Her-Last-Name-Is # 12 Amelia Wil Tesra Seyruun # 13 Naga (Wil Tesra Seyruun? I think so) # 14 Kopii Rezo # 15 Prince Phil

( 9:41 PM )   Sailor Moon test results... scary. O_O

# 1 Nehelenia # 2 Setsuna/Sailor Pluto # 3 Artemis # 4 Galaxia # 5 Haruka/Sailor Uranus # 6 Taiki/Sailor Star Maker # 7 Hotaru/Sailor Saturn # 8 Michiru/Sailor Neptune # 9 Minako/Sailor Venus # 10 Rei/Sailor Mars # 11 Yaten/Sailor Star Healer # 12 Luna # 13 Makoto/Sailor Jupiter # 14 Princess Kakyuu # 15 Ami/Sailor Mercury # 16 Chibiusa/Sailor Chibi Moon # 17 Seiya/Sailor Star Fighter # 18 Mamoru/Tuxedo Kamen # 19 Usagi/Sailor Moon # 20 Chibi-Chibi/Sailor Chibi Chibi Moon

( 9:39 PM )   Pokemon test...

# 1 Satoshi/Ash # 2 Shigeru/Gary # 3 Nyarth/Meowth # 4 Kasumi/Misty # 5 Pikachu # 6 Takeshi/Brock # 7 Kojiro/James # 8 Musashi/Jessie

I'm Ash and Gary... isn't that damn close to weird?

( 9:37 PM )   *laughing again* CHECK IT OUT!!

CCS Kyara test results:

# 1 Kero-chan # 2 Syaoran Li # 3 Touya Kinomoto # 4 Tomoyo Daidouji # 5 Eriol Hiiragizawa # 6 Sakura Kinomoto # 7 Yukito Tsukishiro

I'm Kero-chan!

( 9:35 PM )   EEEEEEH!!! O_O; For the X/1999 test... I'm Satsuki! O_o

# 1 Yatouji Satsuki - dragon of earth # 2 Kuzuki Kakyou - dragon of earth # 3 Sumeragi Subaru - dragon of heaven # 4 Monou Fuuma - dragon of earth # 5 Nataku - dragon of earth # 6 Shirou Kamui - dragon of heaven # 7 Kishuu Arashi - dragon of heaven # 8 Shiyuu Kusanagi - dragon of earth # 9 Kigai Yuuto - dragon of earth # 10 Sakurazuka Seishirou - dragon of earth # 11 Aoki Seiichirou - dragon of heaven # 12 Arisugawa Sorata - dragon of heaven # 13 Kasumi Karen - dragon of heaven # 14 Nekoi Yuzuriha - dragon of heaven

( 9:32 PM )   *laughing like a total idiot* CHECK THIS OUT! HOW FUNNY!!! I find that the results for my taking the Eva kyara personality test are very well done!

# 1 Asuka Langley Sohryu # 2 Gendou Ikari # 3 Ryouji Kaji # 4 Misato Katsuragi # 5 Touji Suzuhara # 6 Kaworu Nagisa # 7 Kouzou Fuyutsuki # 8 Ritsuko Akagi # 9 Aoba Shigeru # 10 Makoto Hyuuga # 11 Shinji Ikari # 12 Maya Ibuki # 13 Hikari Horaki # 14 Rei Ayanami # 15 Pen-Pen

( 5:56 PM )   Speller!!! You owe me Mickey ears, and I want Lance's underwear!! AND FEEL MY WRATH!! *wraths Speller* MWAHAHAHAHA! JOYCE IS DEAD! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!       ( 7:36 AM )   Morning Blog!

Nah-nah-nah! Riot Ink business caaaards! *heehee*

I'm okay, really.

I am headachey!!! As Amy would say... my head is doing the achey brakey dance of PAIN. So, I imagine I will get nothing done in class. Ms. Fotinos is gonna kill me for skipping anyway... *sighs*

Querida! I shall continue my efforts to make dad buckle!!

Meagen-san.... really, I know what you mean. Technically, I can draw, but I kinda lack depth in my art (from what I can see). There are very few pictures that turn out with the emotion or realism I want them to come out with..... and funny enough, that kyara that I tend to make look how I want is good ol' Lucas.

Lucas: What can I say? I'm perfect. *mutters* Yeah, right...

And yes, you're getting fanart. Now if only I can manage to scan it....

Meg's Art Corner! Raphael-chan, or as I refer to him in RPs, Lian's Rukura. This is a fine example of what I draw in math class on scrap paper. And querida? It's not THAT good. ^##^;;;;

That's all from me!

Over an' out!

( 10:48 PM )   Of course my idea is good, querida! I'm so smart after all! *tosses away IQ test scores that say only 142* Lucas with blue hair.... streaked with green!!!!!! Yeeaaah, baby!       ( 3:23 PM )   Warning, incoming rant!

STUPID! GODDAMN FLIPPIN' STUPID!! What a GOOD way to get yourself killed! Doing f*cking drugs! STUPID STUPID!!! Goddamn it! I mean, pot, okay that's bad. Bad and STUPID. But 'shrooms?!! HOT DAMN IS THAT STUPID!! And not only that, getting yourself into a situation where you get thrown out of your mom's house?! F*cking stupid! *fumes*

(note: never mind, needed to vent.... friend issues)

( 2:00 PM )   At home and skipping civics class.... *whistles and rocks back on her heels* 9.9

You know what's scary? It's scary when a dood whom you eat lunch with even jokes about wanting to rape you. That's scary. Even scarier is when he pins you against the wall and you have to fight him off, and when he comes back, your best (guy) friends beat the living sh*t out of him. Not quite sure what to make of this.... big super duper hugs and thank yous to Mike and Matt, my new bodyguards. Dan, touch me again, and they'll kill you for sure. I'll see to it. *sweet smile*

( 7:32 AM )   Morning blog!

Querida: Yep, the Mark plot is similar to our dj idea... except a bit more profound. *heh* And seriously, tho, a good plot would be something to the effect of Mark goes baaaad-niichan and tries to end the world, and you gots to stop him. There's a plot. Hooray for plots! Cam's efforts on trying to get Mark to put some sort of value on his own body should start working someday. I mean, HOW many times has Cam explained it? Not to mention, Mark has a nice idea of how Cam thinks now that he's been inside his mind. Mark-niichan's a slut.... but I love him anyway!

Cam: *pounds the living daylights out of Meg for calling Mark such a thing*

*heeheehee* Animal comparisons! *heehee* I gotta try that! Rukura = gecko Poya = otter Yuken = viper Lucifer = duck Michael = horse Zachariah = pot-bellied pig (personality wise) Gabriel = peacock Kanson = crocodile (someone patch in a call to australia, let's get the Crocodile Hunter in here, please... *crosses fingers*)

Meagen-san: I'm working on a fanart for you of SailorM. I shall prolly CG it tonight or tomorrow, okie?

School blows! I don't wanna go to school! WAH!

over and out.

( 6:35 PM )   For fun, and just to annoy him... Rukura's stats!

Name: Raphael Harrison Nickname: Rukura Age: 17 Date of Birth: February 28th Hair: purple Eyes: green Height: 6'4 Occupation: student Descent: Angel Family: human family includes Jacob [father, deceased] and Mary-Anne [mother, deceased]. Original family includes Kanson [father], Europa [mother, deceased], and Uriel {Yuken} [half-brother] Friends: Lucifer, Pandora {Poya}, Michael, Zachariah Current Residence: Atlanta, Georgia Likes: music, reading, daydreaming, being anti-social Dislikes: homework, unwanted attention, medication, and fighting Skills: singing, getting weirdly good grades Setbacks: has a rather serious heart condition, which despite medication and various attempts, is damn near impossible to treat, suicidal, and generally miserable Notes: reincarnation of the Messiah. Human mother died in childbirth, human father committed suicide a few months later. Is considered a "problem child", as he usually gets into fights at school. Been shifted around to foster homes all his life, never staying in one particular home longer than 1 1/2 years. Most recent foster family died in a car crash, leaving him the only living "relative" to claim his foster father's fortune. Lives alone.

( 6:24 PM )   Chris-kun: Dood, a meant the person playing as being Mark... ^__^;;

Meg-chan's on net restrictions, lalalalala... she's gonna get in trouble if she gets caught on the internet, lalalalala... she's rewriting stats for LotM, lalalalala.... she's TOO attached to Raphael-chan, lalala--

Rukura: *belts Meg in the head* Don't call me that! Meg: It's your legal name, isn't it? I like it better 'an Rukura...

Dan wants me to hit him. In the eeeeeew kinda way. Do I really come across as that much of a dom? @_@

( 7:16 AM )   Morning blog!

This is bound to be a short enrty, as mom is home. Sooo...

I had a really funky dream last night, but I don't remember it. All I remember is waking up a lot, upset, and trying to recall where I was. Bennett was curled up to me most of the night (good spiritie dood ^_^), but I don't think it helped much.... ah, well, it's the thought that counts.

Yesterday, I blew $44 on prismacolor pens. I got the box set of cool greys, plus a replacement 60% warm grey as mine is running out. That's me broke for another month now.

BMB is cuuuuuute today. *giggles* I want my verra' own Mik! I *heartheart* Mik! Rach, you better get me a Mik for my birthday! Or else!

I can't draw worth beans lately. *cries*

to Chris-kun: Thanks for the comment on the layout... and maybe now I'll bug querida to do an AH game (I honestly didn't think about that @_@).

*ponders* Yeah, you could go arouns as Mark in the game, and you could sleep with every second person you run into---

Cam: SHUT UP! *thwacks Meg* Meg: Hey, it's not my fault that your hubby is a total sl--- Cam: *throws a table at Meg* Meg: Itaaaai. X_X

Otaaay, enough out of me. Over and out.

( 11:44 PM )   Hal is GOD... lalalala! Hal is thy holy master!       ( 11:27 PM )   Purple is a nice colour! It's the colour of hentai. ^__^;       ( 12:30 AM )   BEHOLD THE NEW LAYOUT!!!

....very purple, isn't it?

( 3:58 PM )   This close >< to shooting myself...       ( 3:56 PM )   I WILL get this to work.... I swear I will.       ( 3:53 PM )   HTML is annoying. Background image, where are you?       ( 3:50 PM )   Let's hope for the background image now.... *crosses fingers*       ( 3:45 PM )   Playing with the layout...       ( 3:25 PM )   This is the temp layout, as I'm altering this puppy to look how I want it to. New version should be up tonight.       ( 2:43 PM )   Chris-kun: the Boa cd has two names. One is the japanese release, the other is for the international market. It's either called Race of the Thousand Camels or Twilight (like this here blog!). And the Limp Bizkit cd is called Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavoured Water. And Hannibal is a lot different than the Silence of the Lambs, isn't it? I liked it, but I stand by the fact that Jodie Foster made a much better Clarice Starling than Julianne Moore could ever hope to be.

Anyway.

My Bennett still isn't home... Dora, is he still with you? If not, you'd think he'd be home by now... *sighs*

Okay, time for me to book it outta' here for a bit afore dad calls and has a fit 'cause the line is busy.

( 8:05 PM )   Interlude...

Meg: Cain and Yuken! KAWAII!!!! Yuken: *giggles and twitches his neko-mimi, looking all innocent* Rukura: ICK! Who the HELL would touch HIM!? *points at Yuken* Meg: Well, you 'touched' him once... Rukura: NOT BY CHOICE, GODDAMMIT!! .... *sneezes* Yuken: *eyes Rukura venomously* Rukura: I'll be running off to Lian now... *heads for the hills as fast as his (verra' long) legs can carry him*

( 8:00 PM )   Querida, thank goodness it's not bronchitis. That's something I get a LOT, and it's not fun at all. And ten pounds? ALRIGHT! You GO, girlfriend!! *tackleglomps* You'll be okay.... I know so! ^.^

I got the "Play" cd (Moby), which came with the edit of South Side for free. Bonus, baby! ^_____^

( 7:24 AM )   Morning blog!

Well, I feel mighty stupid this morning. Yesterday, I kinda pulled a muscle in my left leg (riiight in my calf), but it stopped hurting. Woke up from a funky dream and got up to find it hurt. Now, being the idiot I am and not usually restricted by physical pain (hey, that's what ended up breaking my ankle), I went for a shower. Feeling headachey and cramped, I worked my way down the stairs, only to pull the same muscle again and fall about halfway down and land on the cat at the bottom. ^___^;;; <---- feels very dumb

*falls over* Meagen-san, you had me scared a minute there! If you had MEANT Mark, I would have had to call in paramedics and stuff to make sure you weren't doped up on anything!!!! @_@

List of kyara and colours this blog is gonna be themed on in order of layout updates: Cam/purple (this weekend, hopefully) Lucas/red (whenever) Mark/blue (whenever) Sybandial/pink (whenever) Jesse/green (whenever)

Each layout will have a background featuring the kyara, too! ^_^

I really need a life. Over and out!

( 9:51 PM )   Song lyrics... one of Cam's most recent themes! "Learn to Fly" by the Foo Fighters

Run and tell all of the angels This could take all night Think I need a devil to help me get things right

Hook me up a new revolution Cuz this one is a lie We sat around laughing And watched the last one die

I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of lying Make my way back home when I learn to fly

I'm done nursing the patience I can wait one night I'd give it all away if you'd give me one last try We'll live happily ever trapped if you'd just save my life Run and tell the angels that everything's all right

I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to

Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try to make this life my own Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try to make this life my own

I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to

Looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to...

( 7:06 PM )   Tay, I've decided the theme for my next layout... good ol' Bennett and the colour purple. How... fitting. ^__^

Now if only I can get this stupid HTML editor thing to work... *binks it*

( 11:05 AM )   Morning blog (late again)!

WHOO HOO! I GOT INTO THE ADVANCED VISUAL ART STUDIO CLASS!!! BIG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ON MR. HALL!!!!

Yeaaah, I just went to first period class this morning and got my classes for next year reviewed. Then I came home because the muscles in my abdomen are spasming and it hurts like bugger all.

To all my blogging friends; I'm gonna change the layout of this blog in the next week (I have a LOT of links to add). I'm gonna theme it around an AH kyara, so lemme know who you think would be best, please. Just post your opinion in your blog, as I read most of them daily anyway. ^__^;

( 8:23 PM )   Yeah, I've neglected my duties as a blog-person lately... I have a life, you know. (Hey, the LEAST you can do is smile and nod! T_T)

Not much is happening, really. My civics class keeps getting cancelled, so I think I'll skip it tomorrow and come home early. What else to say...? Ummm, not much.

Song of the moment: "The Kids Aren't Alright" by the Offspring. I'm on a REAL Offspring kick right now... dunno why exactly. Maybe 'cause they just amuse me. ^_^;

Grammy awards. Bleeeek. *makes a face*

Amy, kids who don't like cheese are stupid! HA HA!

( 3:33 PM )   ...afternoon.... blog!

This morning I spent the whole time trying to get my scanner to work, so thus, no morning blog. But I've got some stuff say for a change!

Today, lunch period was spent bothering Dan for the most part. He really ticked me off yesterday, and I'm extracting my revenge. So, I was making him jealous by glomping Matt at every opportunity (Matt doesn't mind too much, and he's nice to hug 'cause he's always warm.... and no, Mike, he's not my boyfriend! JUST A FRIEND!! T_T). It was rather comical. Civics class was cancelled, since Ms. Fotinos was at the Raptor's game with the people who signed up to go... the half of my class that was at school for the last three periods of the day got transferred to a Grade 12 geography class, in which was SO awkward that the teacher took pity on us and sent us all home. Redoing Angel Hunter again. This time, on the right sized paper... I'm sticking with the page layouts, tho, as I think I've got the look I want.

And, for fun! Rukura's theme song lyrics!

Home by Depeche Mode

Here is a song from the wrong side of town Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound That pounds from within and is pinning me down

Here is a page from the emptiest stage A cage or the heaviest cross ever made A guage of the deadliest trap ever laid

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here

The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong...

Feels like home I should have known From my first breath

God sent the only true friend I call mine Pretend that I'll make amends the next time Befriend the glorious end of the line

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here.

( 7:11 AM )   Morning Blog!

This song is tripping me out right now, but goddamn, do I love it! *grooves to "Home" by Depeche Mode* It's a really dramatic song... and it's sooooo making me think of Rukura. >_<;

It's very cold this morning. At least I think so, anyway, so I'm sitting here wearing the couch blanket as a cape. I feel like a doooork.

Meg's Art Corner (Freckle-chan, you copycat! T_T)

A special little picture; Lucas in his newest style of dress. Drool factor, out of 10? 12.

What else to say... ummm... Mom didn't leave me lunch money again. T_T;

Over and out!

( 2:12 PM )   Cam: EVERYONE RUN WHILE YOU CAN!!!! THE END IS NEAR!!!!!

....yep, for the first time in YEARS, I'm the proud owner of twp pairs of blue jeans. I've not worn blue jeans since I was about 5... and these ones fit niiiiice. I have hips and a waist.... @__@

Anyway, mom and I went to Sears and then to Curry's Art Supplies. I got my two pairs of jeans, two men's dress shirts (one white, one black), a new sketchbook, 4 new warm grey prismacolors, and a new 05 pigment pen. I am a happy Meg-chan!

Blue jeans that fit... *in shock*

( 9:09 PM )   I have officially started rewriting the Chronicles of Benjamin Carter! WHIHAI! Here's a bit of what I've written so far.

Frail. Benjamin was frail. He was about 5'4, fifteen years of age, and pale. He was small and slight in build; a boy and not yet a man. Right now, he looked more fragile than he really was... curled up under the blankets of his rather small bed, bruised and crying. It was a familiar scene.

Benjamin wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand in a vain attempt to push the tears away. However, it was pointless since more just spilled down his cheeks as if to spite him and his efforts to stop them. He hated crying. Hated it. But at times like this --- only at times like this--- he couldn't help himself. He was so tired of being forced into the clutches of rich men; predators that liked their pleasure taken out on the young boys who could be bought if the price was right. He was sick of the violation and the abuse. Most of all, he was sick of his father pushing him into it. His own father. He hiccupped in his efforts to restrain his tears.

Benjamin wanted more than anything to run away. Run away to another city, another country, anywhere but where he was. Just out of the clutches of the people who hurt him so much. But he was trapped like the birds his father kept in the iron cages that lined the back yard. He was a prisoner, shackled to the bars of his perpetual cage. Derkshaw would catch him if he ran. Derkshaw always caught him.

"Damn him to hell," Benjamin thought bitterly, though he regretted thinking it for reasons he couldn't quite explain.

There was a tap of boots in the hallway, and Benjamin closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and pretended to be asleep. The heavy, even steps stopped outside his door. The door squeaked as it opened slightly.

Benjamin tried to keep his breathing slow and deep, tried not to flinch. He felt Derkshaw's gaze on him. It burned.

'Go away, papa, go away....'

The door opened a bit more, and the tap of boots carried into the room.

It would be a good half hour before Derkshaw left, the blood on his hands and shirt not his own.

( 2:28 PM )   Man, am I grateful for mom. She just brought me the most wonderful little care packet of a bottle of ibuprofen and a Terry's Dark Chocolate Orange bar. *sniffles happily* Thank you, mommie!

Amy, Amy, Amy.... you have no idea how much stress is gone already. *heavy sigh* I can't thank you enough.

Spellleeeeeeerrrr, next weekend is go for coming over to my house to watch movies! You like freaky movies, I'll make you watch freaky ANIME movies! On the roster so far: Perfect Blue and X. Maybe I'll make a trip to Roger's Video and snag Devil Man or something. But I will get you hooked. I will. Your time will come (*sings* thy will be done!).

*laughing at BMB* Yeah, Mik, you dirty minded cutie! You think those nasty thoughts about Harley! *laughing*

Oiiii, Freckle-chan... you posted a nice list of couples you like. I think for fun, I'll do the same!

Cardcaptor Sakura Touya and Yukito - kawaii! KAWAII!!!! Sakura and Tomoyo - so sue me!

Oh My Goddess! Trobadour and Urd - they were cool! Too bad he's such a dork. Keiichi and Belldandy - well, DUH!

Magic Knight Rayearth Ascot and Umi - I'm a sucker for Ascot. What a little cutie! Clef and Presea - ditto that, 'cause Clef is so cute and so short!

Dragon Half Mink and Lufa - not likely, I know, but still.

Bakuretsu Hunter Tira and Carrot - feh on Chocolate. She's not half as cool as Tira. Marron and Gateau - I don' like Gateau too much, but Marron is so hot. *_*

Ranma 1/2 Ranma and Shampoo - not likely, either, but I think Mousse is too wussy for her. I've always been a Ranma/Shampoo 'shipper.

Shamanic Princess Kagetsu and Tiara - it's a sad relationship... Sarah and Tiara - um, don't ask.

Slayers Lina and Gourry - he's so funny around her... ^__^

Sailor Moon Usagi and anyone but Mamoru! T_T; Chibi Usagi and Pelulu [Perelu, Perele] - *heehee* Cute fae-ish boy with white hair!

Neon Genesis Evangelion Shinji and Asuka - I think she really does like him. She just doesn't know how to show it. Misato and Koji - funny funny! She's a player, tho.

RPing kyara [involving mine] Cam and Mark - for obvious reasons. Rukura, Lian, and Gabby - yes, a yaoi threesome. They're all so cute. Sola [Soren] and Sybandial - so innocent and sweet. ^_^ Jyrian and Quoik - I don't talk about these two much, but their relationship is really cute. Jesse and Rach - how can I not like this? He's cute, she's cute (haha, Rach!) Lucas and Lila - I liked this possibility... too bad she's dead and we won't find out what woulda' happened. Lucas and Carter - this is a slightly more demented relationship. Cadence and Lexiel - a more intellectual relationship... even if Lexiel is kinda big on sex for sick reasons. ^_^; Cadence3 and Cam - I'm a sick, sick girl. Lucifer and Setsuko - if we get Setsuko back, then we can resume this. They're cute too. ^_^

Other Stories Kiih and Ro (from Dora's "Three O'Clock") - I don't really know why... these two just kinda hit it off in my mind. Len and Yuri (see above) - ditto the above again.

Book Series Ron and Hermione - need I explain? Sirius and Remus - again, need I explain? Lestat and Louis (Anne Rice's VC books) - strange but yummy relationship Lestat and David - intellectual and alluring. Marius and Amadeo - Stokholm syndrome. Cal and Meg (A Wrinkle in Time) - KAWAII!

That's that done. ^__^;

( 10:41 PM )   Sap warning ahead!

I have the best best friends in the whole world! My best friends are Speller and Amy!

Speller, who I know I don't mention on here too much (I'm sorry! ;_;), is the smartest person I know. She's also one of the most talented writers, too. How many people can write a whole novel before/during high school? Aside from Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, not many. And her poetry kicks ass! She has a lot of it published. She can also draw better realistic stuff than I can, which makes me mondo jealous. It's not fair, I tell you! And she must learn to watch out for Hannibal. Beware him. Speller likes pudding. And pears. Damn those pears.

Amy and I have been friends since 7th grade, when she was the "new kid". We actually first met in drama class. She ran over a possum on her way to work. Yeeeah! She, too, is an amazing writer. It's not FAIR! She came runner up in the story writing contest a while back. I was proud. And I SCREEEEEEAMED the loudest when she won the Todd Bayless award. I live to embarrass.... ^_~

I am grateful to have such good friends. I love them. This concludes the sap. ^___^;

( 9:04 PM )   Querida, you're cooler than Simon and Milo! (Personally, Milo's a tad too butch for my liking, but Simon is a cute little brit guy with the sweetest little sentiments!) ....anyway.... yes, you have a neck. I hope. ^_~

And to complete the phrase you know you have problems when...you obsess over a cartoon with no neck, no nose, and huge eyes!

( 7:29 AM )   Morning blog!

I watched Perfect Blue last night. It downright scared me! Seeing Hannibal didn't scare me, seeing the Rage; Carrie 2 didn't scare me.... but Perfect Blue DID. The "real Mima" (the one who's forever in the Cham costume) is SCARY!!! And the Mimaniac is pretty scary too. o_O Iffen you haven't seen this movie, get it. Especially if you like stuff like Neon Genesis Evangelion, X, or Serial Experiments Lain. I warn you, there's nudity, a rape scene, and a lot of gore. This movie freaked me out more than Eva did.

In other news... going to the art store tomorrow!!! And, I'm also skipping 5th period today. Maybe even 3rd, 'cause I'm stuck doing NOTHING all class anyway. -_-;

Hopefully they have the 10x15 paper I want... 'cause, you know, that being the traditional dimensions for comic drawing. Y'all knew that, right? *gives you a loooooook*

And I best be off to get ready... JA!

( 7:02 PM )   Blogger hates me.

OH! OH! EVERYONE GO READ TODAY'S BMB!!! CY AND SKIDS FOREVERRRRR!!!!

I'm having a hell of a lucky streak this week. Today, in the mail, I got an AUTOGRAPHED Simon and Milo picture, FRAMED!!! *swoons*

And I got Perfect Blue!!!!

( 5:14 PM )   Gonna go see Hannibal with Mike and Chris in about half an hour! ^__^       ( 7:21 AM )   Morning Blog!

Last night, began a really angsty RP with Cam and Mark (well, it was angsty on Cam's end). Now, I only just realized that I think up really weird stuff that follow pretty much all the major time/space/reality laws. And all on a whim and at random. It's strange. You know you study this stuff too much when.... Yep, it's not every day when I come up with plots like that puppy. Using the imprints left in the reality weave to reconstruct a Mark.... that's some strange stuff (but it actually makes sense, which is what throws me). Huh.

I feel guilty... I got mad at Amy last night. She was being a little more depressing than usual, and I just couldn't stand it. I'm sick and stressed and I don't need to boost her ego all the time.

I've had this urge for the past couple of days to draw Cam shaking Lucas by the shoulders and looking very upset while Lucas looks blank. I don't really know why.... the caption for it has been running through my head, as it is this: "What am I to you?!" Trippiness.

Well, being the idiot I am, I didn't do my civics homework. My group is gonna love me for that.... then again, they're sticking me with the job of reading the presentation on Spain because I'm the only one that knows how to speak some Spanish. *sweatdrops*

I'm having urges to draw the weirdest things.... I hate it when Cam angsts at me from his little spot in my mind.

Meg's Art Corner A really weird little picture of c3 and a Chibi Cam. C3 is drawn more in my gothic anime style than my normal one. Turned out quite well! ^_^

Over and out!

( 7:16 PM )   Neeee, imouto! If you're not gonna be doing Yunga Neko for a while, you should get a guest artist to do, like, weekly panels just until you can work on it again. *volunteers*       ( 7:14 AM )   Morning blog time again, kids!

I'm feeling okay this morning, so school for me. *sigh* School is so boring. Lunch is okay, mind you, because I have (as Speller said) "so many male bitches that work" for me. ^__^

I've been doing a lot of drawing since I got those pens. It's scary... can't wait to get more! ^__^ I also gotta get me some 10 X 15 paper, 'cause that's the standard comic size. I don't feel up to fighting with printers because the size ratio on 8.5 X 11 is uneven. Screw it. I'll just redo it all on standards.

I'm having the straaangest breakfast. Pork chops. Don't ask me, it was the only thing I could find...

Song of the moment: "Cruel Angel's Thesis (Harmonia Remix)" from Evangelion. *slobbers* I forgot what a COOL remix this is!!!

Meg's Art Corner Ben Carter, looking cute and vaguely distant! (Hey, he's a Blink fan, too!) Mark makes a scarilly cute girl. o_O Appearently, so does Lucas. Onna-Cam makes me think of Rally from Gunsmith Cats for some reason.... How cliché.

Over and out!

( 5:30 PM )   Nah nah naaaah! Meg has Sympatico access!!

Anyway, Meg also got herself some niiiiice grey prismacolor pens yesterday! Meg drew some pretty pretty pictures with them, too! Meg is happy, so she is!

Meg's Art Corner With her new prismacolors in hand, Meg is proud to present her latest creations! Angelique, the evil evil bitchy whore of a Demon from AH. She's pretty, tho. ^_^; "Legacy of the Messiah" cast shot; Rukura, Lucifer, and Pandora as kids! Carter and Lucas, a strange relationship these doods have. Carter looks somewhat like Cam, doesn't he? Quoik, Meg's only fae kyara!!

( 2:25 PM )   Tiredtiredtiredtired....

At the Office Place, they have a set of 24 prismacolor markers for about 40 bucks. I WANT THEM, but mom says "no, I don't have that kind of money right now". So, what we're gonna do, is I'm gonna drag her to Curry's Art Supplies store in a few hours and see how much THEY'RE selling them for.... maybe she'll buckle and take me back to the Office Place. ^_~

I need grey markers...

...oh, note to all who talk to me at night online. I won't be on until really late 'cause the network will be down. Unless mom hooks us up with Sympatico tonight, I'll be on around 2am. *sniffles* I'm gonna be without my querida fix! *snifflesniffle*

( 8:34 PM )   Lack of bloggingness today, as you all may have noticed. Dunno why, I was home again....

song of the moment: "Under the Bridge" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I *heart* Flea.... what an AMAZING bass player. Too bad this song doesn't showcase him much. If you want good bass by the dood tho, "Californication" is an order.

*cheers* The restrictions to see Hannibal have been changed from R to AA! In other words, I can get in to see it! Heeey, Dan, Amy, Speller, anyone? Wanna come with? I warn y'all, tho, it's been said that this movie is grotesquely violent.

Tomorrow is gonna be a very busy day. I'm going into town with my mom and brother for most of the day, then it's home for a few hours (like, two), and to the mall where I shall meet with Quinn-chan and Chris to go for our ritual Riot Ink business meeting. Then I shall return from the depths of Quinn's anime/transformers shrine of a home and return to my humble lair around midnight. Then I'll prolly talk to my baaaaybeeeeee (aka: querida) for the remainder of the dark hours of the evening.

Oh! Celeb Jeopardy! Two of my faaaaavourite doods were on there! Seth Green from various shows such as Buffy, and Steven from the Barenaked Ladies! DOOD! And Seth has his hair buzzed in sooooo damn short that he looks bald. 0_o

Kick ass! 3 Doors Down are playing at the Warehouse on March 11, and tickets are only $27... man, I wanna GOOOOO!!!

( 12:37 PM )   For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say? For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know Suffered wounds test there their pride Men of five, still alive through the raging glow Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die It is the last time you will Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery He hears the silence so loud Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be Now the will see what will be, blinded eyes to see

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls

( 12:17 PM )   Okay, today's guest BMB is quite good. ^__^

*points out the window* Heehee, a mini-plow!! *giggles*

song of the moment: "Sunny Came Home" by Shawn Colvin (so sue me, I like this song... ).

( 12:08 PM )   Why is it on days that it's not supposed to snow, it snows the most? We've gotten about 13 cm since last night and it's still coming down... -_-;

song of the moment: "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica. Heeheehee....makes me think of AH. I shall post the lyrics on here later.

( 7:42 AM )   The Wheel of Excitement on Neopets loves me... I just won another 10 000 np. O_O       ( 7:35 AM )   Morning blog!

Here I am, killing time while I wait for either mom to call me or for me to call mom. Stupid morons in Wal-Mart, you call the main office and ask to be patched through to Electronics, and they put you on hold and hang up on you. Figures, it was mom's boss that just did that to me. Moron.

I got slim to no sleep last night due to sickness. Man, do I hurt... I feel like my guts are being put into a dryer's spin cycle constantly. And after drinking 3 L of cranberry juice, I'm not too good right now. I'm kinda waiting for mom to call so I can ask her what to do... I dunno if I should stay home or go to school. I bet I'm missing a fair bit. Well, there's always Fiona and Harpreet to ask. ^_^;;

I bet Dan's gonna kill me if I'm off another day. Mike's prolly beaten him up a few times by now without me there.

*drums her fingers* Mom, I asked you to phone me... you've got 10 minutes, and then I phone YOU....and hope I don't get hung up on...

Oh! BmB's on it's guest week. Y'know, with guest artists doing the panels. I'm not liking it too much. Yesterday's was a tad too blunt, with not enough joke 'ahind it. Maybe next time, I'll try for a guest spot on there. I'd be sure to do something involving Cy and Skids. I love Cy and Skids. ^__^

I'm running very low on straight kyara. Querida manages to turn them all gay! *shakes her head* Bennett, Lucas, Rukura, Sy.... who next? *turns to Tiirak* Dood, you're not gay are you? Tiirak: No way. Meg: You sure?? Tiirak: Yes, I'm sure. Meg: *looks suspicious*

Mommie bought me the Silence of the Lambs yesterday. It's such a good movie, and all the better if you've read the book. The casting for the movie is very good, too... Jodie Foster makes such a cute Clarice Starling. It really pisses me off that Julianne Moore is playing Clarice in Hannibal (which comes out tomorrow, check your local listings ^_~). She is SO not Starling material. But as long as Sir Anthony Hopkins is still good ol' Hannibal Lecter the Cannibal, I'll watch it.

*calls Mom* Wow, I got through....!!! Maybe that's because I cheated and used the associates-only code. How would I know THAT? 9.9

Looks like I get to stay home again today... *feh* Boredom and a half. Amy, if you're home, feel free to phone me or something.

Over and out!

( 10:50 PM )   Yeeeeeeeee! Querida can read my mind and alter my dreamstate!!!!

No one should have to drink 2 litres of cranberry juice in 5 hours. x_X

( 9:21 AM )   Morning blog!

I'm home sick! And it's only the 4th day of semester 2. Seems that whatever the hell was wrong with me before is wrong with me again... pain hurts, you know. T_T;

I've not much to say today... doesn't that suck when you wanna say something but you're outta' stuff to say?

OH!!! GOOD NEWS! AH Issue one is officially coming along WELL! Looks like I won't have to go to version 16... ^___^

( 9:32 PM )   Rukura and Lian... I got bored and messed around with PC Paintbrush...       ( 6:41 PM )   *looking from her cat CC to her mug of hot chocolate* CC is staring at the marshmellows like they're evil..... *inches away*       ( 6:29 PM )   The Angel Hunter church stainglass window...?       ( 4:00 PM )   Okay, I know.... I didn't blog this morning. I was running mighty late. I had to hop fences to get to school. ^_^;;;

What did I do today? Not much. I got yelled at three times and nearly booted out of my history class (why? for drawing! >.<;;), and I nearly fell asleep in comm tech. Thankfully, Mr. Dewitte let us out early.

The layouts for pages 1-4 of AH have been redone. This is version 15... and I'm LIKING it! FINALLY!

Heeey, imouto! Mercutio was the best kyara in that play. I also liked Benvolio, he was cool too (my once-best-friend Brittany took to calling me 'Volio 'cause I liked him so much). Mercutio, tho, had one hell of an attitude, and he was interesting and VERY funny. Too bad he had to die... I'm glad you liked the little snippet. Allow me to post another, just for you! ^__^ This is another bit I quite like.

Benjamin found it facinating to watch him, he was so calm and so... well, he was the very picture of freedom as far as he was concerned. Yes, that was it. Benjamin admired Lokistrant's blasé attitude towards life. Envy, almost.

When one night, Lokistrant was late on his ritual visits to the plantation, Benjamin worried. Could he have been hurt?.... no. This was Lokistrant. He didn't GET hurt. But maybe he just didn't want to see him anymore?

Abandonment. A reoccurring issue. His throat felt dry suddenly. He curled up on his bed, blond hair over his eyes, and wished for morning, when he KNEW that Lokistrant would not come. No second guessing when daylight was involved.

Minutes passed. And quite unexpectedly, Lokistrant was there, startling the boy. Leaning against the far wall, watching quietly, decked out in his usual dark reds and silvers. Benjamin sat up. "How long have you been there? You scared me!"

Lokistrant smiled his usual enigmatic smile, the impression of fangs something no longer unexpected. "Carter, deepest apologies for being so late." The smile was kind, but the voice was final, the tone stating that there was to be no questions asked. Lokistrant held out his hand to the boy. "Care to come with me into town for a while?"

( 7:45 AM )   Morning Blog, part II

Oh! I saw Cast Away over the weekend! It's SO good! Tom Hanks is a surprisingly good actor... I mean, who else can get away with talking to a volleyball so convincingly? And we all know that Amy likes to imagine him naked (Tom, not the volleyball). You should all go see it! NOW!!!! That's an order!

Heehee, now a little quote for fun from a story I am going to re-write.

Benjamin stared across the table at the stranger, worried. The man seemed in his twenties, if that, and had long brown hair that spilled over his shoulders and down his back. His eyes were an unnatural ruby red, and they were very intelligent eyes. Benjamin had learned early in life to be cautious, especially with the smarter ones.

The man crossed his hands on the table in front of him, casual. "Benjamin Carter, correct?"

Benjamin could dect a vague, though unrecognizable, accent. "Yes sir."

"You're fifteen?"

"Yes sir."

"Such a shame to see someone so young forced into... what you're familiar with."

Benjamin sunk down in his chair. "Why are you here? Why did you pull me away from papa?"

To match Benjamin's withdraw from the table, the man leaned forward, and smiled. Benjamin could have sworn he saw fangs. "You remind me of someone."

( 7:22 AM )   Morning blog!

Man, do I feel WEIRD this morning. I'm not sure why, exactly, but I just feel weird. I dunno. I think a certain spiritie dood slept in my bed with me last night.... *points at Bennett* 'Cause I actually slept.

Last night, during a particularly good RP, my ISP died and wouldn't let me back on. I wasn't happy. It was getting SO good, too... *pouts*

I'm so quickly out of things to say.... ^____^;;

O'er an' out!

( 11:17 AM )   Meg's random contemplations I'm considering re-writing Carter's story, which ties in with a fair bit of Lucas' story. Been considering it for a while... Carter's got some serious problems, and he's fun to write because he's so screwed up. He's got a really weird past. His dad was SUCH a jerk.... and up until becoming a vampire, Carter was good little Bennie; never had the nerve to fight his father. *ponders* It's an interesting story. Maybe I'll start on it again after I get home from seeing Cast Away....       ( 10:56 PM )   Okay, people, special announcement!!!!!!! Congrats to Bennett and niichan on the birth of their daughter, Candra Arael Bennett! ^___^       ( 3:32 PM )   Woohoo! I got switched from Casement's class to Apostolou's class! Hooray!!! And I am already SO ahead of all the people in my comm tech class. I seem to be the only one who knows how to use Adobe Photoshop, Illustrator, Publisher, and Premier, as well as Quark and a few other programs. Damn, am I ahead. *_*       ( 7:36 AM )   Morning blog!

Wow, I only slept 3 hours and I feel okay.... *falls out of her chair laughing at today's BmB* Cy and Skids are a riot! I hope they do turn out as a couple! *laughing*

New semester starts today. I'm not too happy about this, as I have history and math this semester, and history is my homeroom class. With Mr. Casement. *cries* NOOOO!!! If I get called by my last name ONCE in his class, I'm gonna commit suicide (okay, not really).

My room is now a nice shrine of large wall hangings. On the walls around my bed, I have three Card Captor Sakura wallscrolls (two anime, one manga), and one kick-ASS Prozzak Saturday People promo poster. Thank you, John. *smilesmilesmile*

On Neopets, I am neopoor. Looks like my pets are gonna be eating at the soup kitchen a lot. -_-;

Meg's Art Corner! I know, I've not done much in the way of art lately. You know what's weird? I tend to draw more in school than at home. I think it's because I'm around so many people. Cam's SD Panther form, doodled in MS Paint. I was bored, okay? And it DID turn out cute. Part of my MS Paint family portrait. I still have to finish the pictures for John and Dani, and the kids too if I have enough willpower after screwing around with the stupid program afterwards.

Song of the moment: "When Doves Cry (Fatboy Slim remix) by Depeche Mode and Prince. I love this... don't ask me why. ^_^;

Quote of the moment: "Listen sister, if I want your opinion, I'll BEAT it out of you!" -- Elvira, Mistress of the Dark

Okay, that's it for now. Ja matta ne! *disappears in purple smoke*

( 12:38 PM )   Song of the moment: "Misere by Andrea Bocelli and John Miles. I have a very....expansive taste in music. So sue me. *sings along*       ( 11:45 AM )   To Chris-kun: Dooood, I don't hate you, and I'm not mad at you..... jus' chill, man. S'your blog, you can say what's on your mind...

I got my pretty pretty new cladagh ring in the mail yesterday! *kisses said ring* Mi querida gave it to me!! Isn't that sweet? ^__^

I have come to the conclusion that Cam would make a really scary bad guy. Like, not c3... but if CAM were bad. He'd be scary. I mean, he's already got some issues with where his loyalty lies... and he's pretty much infinite in power. Not to mention, after being killed about 200 times, I think he knows the painful ways to kill people. Wonder if niichan (currently my neechan) sees this? Well, at least now he knows about Cam's possibilities for becoming nothing more than a lethal weapon.

I have three neopets! My blue wocky named Cadence, my green shoyru named Lokistrant, and my yellow eyrie Poyania! ^__^

"My December" is © Linkin Park. The art is mine. Don't take. Information on the layout is thus; this is Damien McKinnley, a character of mine whom I've been roleplaying for a little over a year now. He's Simon McKinnley's oldest child, and he's kinda angsty and depressive. Art done in paintchat and added some snow in Photoshop.

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A Small Glitch Chapter 16

Gone

“A bitch is gonna die tonight!” Anti yelled after forming and seeing that he was inside of a large room. The other egos were right behind him and Dark stepped up to stand next to his husband.

“Daddy!”

“Ann!” Anti saw that Annalise was sitting on the ground, hands tied behind her back and face puffy from crying. Dark and Anti started running but stopped when they were cut off by a large group of people.

“How did I know that you would follow me? How did I know that you would be stupid enough to endanger yourself and your so-called ‘family’ and come after me?” Rus said, body hidden but voice heard.

“Come out here and fight like a real virus!” Anti shouted.

“I’m like your husband, I don’t like to get my hands dirty but my family on the other hand.” The room lit up with multiple different colored pixels. “Love to.”

“Time to tussle!” Wilford cheered and was the first one to start running.

“Bring it, mother fuckers!” Anti cheered as well, joining in the fight.

“I’m a doctor, not a fighter, damn it!” Dr. Scheepelstein shouted as he and Dr. Iplier moved back and away from the crowd, knowing they be most helpful out of the way.

Chase ducked as one of the virus' took a swing at him. He lost his balance and started to crawl away. Chase yelped when the man grabbed his foot and started dragging him across the ground.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Chase cursed, he used his other foot to kick the virus’ knee, yelling with joy when he was released. “Fuck you!” Chase flipped off the virus and quickly took off when the man started to get back up. A squeal of fear came out of him when he saw two more virus' in front of him, waiting to catch him. Chase tensed up and started running faster before making himself fall and he slid between the two, thanking baseball as he kept running.

“Cheat!” Chase stopped and saw that Marvin was fighting off two virus’ on his own.

“Balls!” Chase yelled to himself and went towards the group. He jumped on the back of one of the virus’ and started slamming his fists into their head.

“Get off!” The virus caught Chase’s hands and threw him over their shoulders. The virus was going to stomp of Chase, but something shot out and hit them in their chest, sending them flying back.

“Chase!” Marvin started going for the other man but stopped when a spark hit his arm, causing him to yell in pain. Chase saw that the other virus was charging up another one. Chase quickly scrambled to his feet and ran over to Marvin, hugging the magician and blocking him with his body as a large bolt of yellow pixels shot into his back. Chase convulsed and coughed blood onto Marvin’s chest. “Chase! Chase, are you okay!”

“I taste...bacon.” Chase weakly chuckled before collapsing.

“Dr. Schneepelstein! Dr. Iplier! Help!” Marvin screamed as he struggled to hold Chase up, his own body in pain.

“Jackieboy-Man’s gonna make you pay!” Jackieboy shouted as he ran past Marvin and Chase while the doctors rushed over to them. “Be ready, villains!” Jackieboy took a big step and punched one of them in the jaw, sending them across the room. Jackieboy hopped around, slamming his fists into multiple virus’, blood pumping and heart racing. “I-”

“Got too cocky.” A virus cut Jackieboy off by grabbing his throat. Jackieboy grinned and went to remove the virus’ hand, but a strong shock on his neck stopped him. Purple pixels leaked around the hands while Jackieboy started gagging. Jackieboy gasped for air when he as suddenly freed. He fell to his knees and held his throat.

Bim had tackled the virus and was easily thrown off of them. The virus got up before Bim did and kicked him in the face. Bim held his now broken nose and screamed. The virus didn’t get to do anything else before Host ran in front of them. Host removed his bandage, exposing bright white lights and he yelled.

“The virus became blind to the three and wandered off. Leaving the building!” Host slipped the bandage back on before collapsing.

“Host!” Bim turned Host over.

“I narrate, not direct.” Host coughed. “But I’ll be fine.”

“I’m here, I’m here!” Dr. Iplier said as he slid next to Host. “Who needs what?”

“Check Jackieboy first. My nose can wait. ”Bim said.

“I’m just exhausted.” Host added.

“I...I…” Jackieboy peeled his hands away from his throat, stomach turning at the sight of blood.

“You’ll be fine. I promise.” Dr. Iplier started looking at the wound.

“Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you.” Bing laughed as he rolled past the group on his Heelys, firing off his own sparks towards the virus’. Bing tried to do a spin, but tripped over his own feet and fell face-first to the ground.

“You’re a defect.” Google sighed as he jumped in front of Bing to protect him from getting attacked.

“But I’m your defect.” Bing chuckled.

“Just get-” Google had turned away for only a moment, but that was long enough for a virus to grab his head and send a strong shock through his hardware.

“Google!” Bing scrambled over to the older machine when he collapsed. “Google! Hey, Goog, buddy, get up.”  

“Aw, you’re friend’s all tuckered out.” The virus mocked.

“I’ll show you tuckered,” Bing growled before leaping off of the ground. He tackled the virus to the ground and pressed both hands against their chest. Bing felt a surge of energy go through him and the next thing he knew he was flying and landing next to Google. He lifted his head and saw that the virus was not just a pile of black ash. “Fucking...sweet.” Bing groaned before his head flopped back.

“The search engines are down!” Wilford called, firing his gun towards another virus. He’s felt as if he’s shot hundreds of them, but they just keep coming. “Holograms!? That’s fucking cheating!” Wilford shouted when one of his bullets went straight through the virus.

“Who said we were ever going to play fair?” Rus said from behind Wilford before clamping both hands on his head.

“What are you doing!?” Wilford’s vision started to become blue.

“Let go of him!” Dark grabbed Rus and threw him off of Wilford.

“I gotcha Dark!” Wilford yelled and aimed his gun at Dark.

“Have fun.” Rus chuckled before taking off.

“Wil, it’s me!” Dark said before dodging a bullet. “Blink, damn it!” Dark lunged and grabbed Wilford’s hand. He pulled the trigger himself a few times to get the other virus’ away from them.

“You’re gonna pay, Rus!” Wilford shouted after Dark took the gun away from him.

“I’m not Rus!”

“Bullshit!” Wilford threw a punch and Dark caught it, but couldn’t stop Wilford from kneeing him in the stomach.

“Push him!” Dark heard Anti shout and he did so. Anti caught Wilford and threw him to the ground, sitting on the madman’s chest. Wilford didn’t stay down long and switched their position. Dark looped his arms through Wilford’s and fell back with him, laying on his back while latching onto Wilford.

“His eyes!” Dark said as he struggled to keep Wilford still.

“Got it!” Anti held his hands over Wilford’s face, gasping a little as blue pixels came out of Wilford’s eyes and into his palms. Anti clenched his hands and threw them aside, the pixels becoming solid and falling to the ground. Wilford had gone unconscious and Dark gently rolled him away.

“Give in yet? Everyone’s out, but you two.” Rus called, the crowd of virus’ parting so they could see the man holding Annalise by the arm.

“Let go!” Annalise cried.

“Shut it.” Rus yanked on Annalise’s arm.

“Fuck off!” Anti and Dark were both going to teleport over there, but Annalise’s outburst stunned them a little. A cloud of orange pixels came out of Annalise’s back and attacked Rus’ face, forcing him to release her.

“Daddy! Papa!” Annalise started running for her dads.

“Ann!” Anti glitched while Dark ran as well. “Ann!” Anti scooped Annalise up and spun around with her.

“That brat!” Rus screamed when the pixels faded away. “You will learn to listen to orders!”

“Eat my ass.” Annalise stuck her tongue out.

“Yeah, Rus. Eat my ass.” Anti joined his daughter.

“You wanted to fight like a real virus, then let’s fight!” Rus snapped his fingers and all of the other virus’ turned towards Dark. “Keep him busy.”

“Dark!” Anti yelled when the virus’ surrounded Dark. “Ann, go somewhere safe,” Anti said to Annalise after lowering her, seeing that Rus was walked towards him.

“Let’s dance, fucker.” Anti summoned two knives.

“Let’s.” Rus jumped first, going for a blow to the chest. Anti easily moved out of the way and slashed his knife down, realizing that Rus had glitched out of the way.

“We’re playing that game, asshole!?” Anti shouted, finding Rus across the room. Anti glitched as well and landed next to Rus. He lunged forward with the knife, Rus quickly glitching again and going behind him, shoving him to the ground. Anti rolled over and kicked a leg out, hitting Rus in the jaw. “I’ve been killing for years!” Anti went to stab Rus’ foot, but Rus glitched himself a few inches away, making Anti stab the ground, the knife getting stuck. Anti swung up with his other hand and Rus caught it. Anti reached behind him and gripped the knife on the ground and yanked it out. He slashed out with it and found himself cutting the air again.

“I would love to know where your love of knives came from.” Rus stated.

“Quit running!” Anti snapped, glitching to Rus.

“I’m not running.” Rus said as he avoided Anti again. “I’m simply making use of my powers.”

“Shut up!”

“I bet you love the feeling of stabbing people. Why else would you do it for a living?” Rus started glitching around, not stopping for more than a second.

“Fucking cut that out!” Anti began glitching as well.

“Do you know what it feels like-” Anti went stiff. “To be stabbed?” Anti looked down and saw a blue dagger made of pixels coming through his chest. Rus yanked the blade out and watched Anti fall over.

“Daddy!” Annalise cried and glitched over to Anti.

“Anti!” Dark shoved his way through the virus’ who stopped moving when Anti did. “No, no, no!” Dark fell to his knees and turned Anti over. “Anti! Anti!”

“D...Dark…” Anti gasped out.

“It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.” Dark pressed his hands against the wound, blood pouring out of it.

“I…”

“Save your strength.”

“I love you.” Anti got out before he went limp, eyes staring at nothing.

“Anti...Anti...please…” Dark didn’t feel a pulse under his hands. “No...no…” Dark started to shake as he moved his hands to hold Anti’s face. His bright green eyes were fading to white. “Please...please don’t go,” Dark begged, tears forming in his own eyes. “Don’t leave me, please. Anti...Anti, please! Please!” The tears flowed freely. “No! No! Not after everything we’ve been through together! Please! Please! Get up! Get up!” Dark hugged Anti’s body. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Dark’s aura grew as he pleaded. “You’re my everything. You’re what gets me out of bed in the morning. You’re what keeps me sane. You’re my life. You’re my joy. You’re my husband. My one and only. My soulmate. Please don’t leave me. Please. Please. Please.” Dark sobbed as he held Anti close, his aura shattered and fell to the ground in glass-like shards.

Years of laughter, of joy. Days of traveling around the world. Days of doing nothing. Nights of laying together and watching a show. Nights of endless passion. All of it. Gone.

He was gone.

Anti was gone.  

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Gay Music Chart – 2020 week 33

Welcome to the Gay Music Chart, the LGBTQA related music videos TOP 50 actuality and most request.

This week, we have 20 new entries and a new number 1 !

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 Watch all the music videos presented in our weekly playlist :

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLuIOHxXXNws1WwrAlsotjQjvKI-qNObtf

  OUT : Azis - "Who Cares" LW: 21 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 15

OUT : Will Young - "All The Songs" LW: 25 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 12

OUT : Bright Light Bright Light - "I Used To Be Cool" LW: 28 / WO: 5 / PEAK: 19

OUT : Thomas Sanders feat. Jon Cozart - "A Gay Disney Prince" LW: 29 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 29

OUT : Aloïse Sauvage - "Omowi" LW: 31 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 31

OUT : JUHA - "Lucifer in Love" LW: 32 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 07

OUT : Bilal Hassani - "Dead Bae" LW: 33 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 33

OUT : Kim Petras - "Malibu" LW: 34 / WO: 5 / PEAK: 12

OUT : Beverly -「尊い」(tōtoi) LW: 35 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 25

OUT : 청하 (CHUNG HA) - "Stay Tonight" LW: 37 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 30

OUT : Christopher Sorensen - "Way. Way. Back" LW: 38 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 02

OUT : Kazaky - "Fucking Beautiful" LW: 39 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 25

OUT : Sam Smith, Demi Lovato - "I'm Ready" LW: 40 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 40

OUT : Christine and the Queens - "I disappear in your arms" LW: 42 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 42

OUT : Danny - "Mocoso" LW: 45 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 45

OUT : Vini Uehara - "4NTENA" LW: 46 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 31

OUT : Armstrong feat. Sur Ellz - "Truth Machine" LW: 47 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 21

OUT : Hoshi - "Amour censure" LW: 48 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 11

OUT : Elias - "Praying For Love" LW: 49 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 49

OUT : Magnus Carlsson - "My Freedom" (Stockholm Pride 2020) LW: 50 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 50

  01 (+ 5) : Ben Platt - "Rain"

LW: 06 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 01 (x1)

USA - September 2019 - from the album "Sing To Me Instead" (Deluxe)

 02 (+ 6) : Javiera Mena - "Corazón Astral"

LW: 08 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 02

Chile - June 2020

 03 (=) : Melanie C - "Who I Am"          

LW: 03 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 03

UK - March 2020

 04 (- 3) : Troye Sivan - "Easy"

LW: 01 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 01 (x1)

Australia - July 2020 - from the EP "In A Dream"

 05 (+ 7) : Bruno Gadiol - "Relacionamento aberto"

LW: 12 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 05

Brazil - July 2020

 06 (+ 35) : Entrópica - "Formas"

LW: 41 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 06

Chile - May 2020 - from the album "Formas"

 07 (=) : Netta - "Cuckoo"

LW: 07 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 07

Israel - June 2020

 08 (+ 2) : Duncan Laurence - "Someone Else" (Lyric Video)

LW: 10 / WO: 5 / PEAK: 08

The Netherlands - May 2020

 09 (=) : Greyson Chance - "Dancing Next To Me"        

LW: 09 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 05

USA - February 2020

 10 (+ 10) : Neptune Keller - "Tropical Storm"

LW: 20 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 10

Chile - April 2019

 11 (NEW) : Kmila Manson - "Sexual"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 11

Chile - August 2019

 12 (- 10) : Lady Gaga, Ariana Grande - "Rain On Me"

LW: 02 / WO: 5 / PEAK: 01 (x1)

USA - May 2020 – from the album "Chromatica"

 13 (+ 6) : Melanie C - "In and Out Of Love"

LW: 19 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 13

UK - July 2020 - from the album "Melanie C"

 14 (- 1) : PJ Brennan - "Bones"

LW: 13 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 03

USA - September 2019

 15 (NEW) : Paolo Ravley - "Pôr do Sol"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 15

Brazil - March 2020 - from the EP "Lado B"

 16 (+ 11) : Agoney - "Más"

LW: 27 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 16

Spain - June 2020

 17 (- 12) : Pabllo Vittar - "Rajadão"

LW: 05 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 05

Brazil - July 2020

 18 (NEW) : Kylie Minogue - "Say Something"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 18

Australia - August 2020 - from the album "DISCO"

 19 (NEW) : Product - "Tired of the Boys"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 19

Australia - May 2020

 20 (NEW) : Darin - "Ta mig tillbaka"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 20

Sweden - May 2015 - from the album "Fjärilar i magen"

After 16 years of a successful career, the famous Swedish singer has came out as gay this week. We present here in our opinion his most beautiful song.  

 21 (- 10) : VINCINT - "Save Myself "

LW: 11 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 11

USA - July 2020

#1 on Tad’s LGBT music chart (2020 week 33)

 22 (NEW) : Barbacius - "Rebelión"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 22

Chile - January 2020

 23 (- 9) : CRIMER - "Eyes Off Me"

LW: 14 / WO: 5 / PEAK: 10

Switzerland - July 2020

 24 (NEW) : Elnegrojoan - "danza apretá"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 24

Chile - October 2019

 25 (+ 19) : Agustín Malandra - "Bien Orgullosas"

LW: 44 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 25

Argentina - July 2020 - from the mini-album "GEMINI"

 26 (NEW) : Dotan - "Letting Go"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 26

The Netherlands - October 2019 - from the EP "Numb"

 27 (- 23) : Bilal Hassani - "Fais le vide"

LW: 04 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 04

France - July 2020

 28 (NEW) : Michael Medrano - "Hands on U" (Lyric Video)

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 28

USA - July 2020

 29 (+ 14) : Mahmood, Massimo Pericolo - "Moonlight Popolare"

LW: 43 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 29

Italy - May 2020

 30 (- 15) : Declan McKenna - "The Key to Life on Earth"

LW: 15 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 15

UK - April 2020 - from the album "Zeros"

 31 (NEW) : Joel Corry x MNEK - "Head & Heart"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 31

UK - July 2020

 32 (- 9) : Jessie Ware - "Spotlight"

LW: 23 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 13

UK - February 2020

 33 (NEW) : Dotan - "No Words"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 33

The Netherlands - May 2020 - from the EP "Numb"

 34 (NEW) : Ruth Koleva - "Candy Coated"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 34

Bulgaria - June 2020

 35 (- 5) : Wils - "Open up Babe"

LW: 30 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 20

Singapore / USA - April 2019

 36 (NEW) : Lostchild - "Imperfect"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 36

UK - August 2020 - from the EP "Imperfect"

 37 (- 19) : Макс Барских (Max Barskih) - "Лей, не жалей" (Ley, ne zhaley)    

LW: 18 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 03

Ukraine - February 2020

 38 (- 21) : Yuma X - "Secret Lover"

LW: 17 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 01 (x3)

Australia - April 2020

 39 (- 3) : The Lovers of Valdaro - "Rhythm and Decibel"

LW: 36 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 36

Sweden - May 2020

 40 (NEW) : Greko, Sharon Needles, Peppermint, Debbie Harry, Amanda Lepore - "Lift Them Up 2020"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 40

USA - August 2020

 41 (NEW) : Julián Santos - "No Hay Marcha Atrás"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 41

Spain - July 2020

 42 (- 26) : Perfume Genius - "On The Floor"

LW: 16 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 16

USA - March 2020 - from the album "Set My Heart on Fire Immediately"

 43 (- 19) : Guy Sebastian - "Standing With You"

LW: 24 / WO: 5 / PEAK: 15

Australia - June 2020

 44 (NEW) : Spencer Brown & P.O.S. (from Above & Beyond) - "ID" (live @ Dreamstate Livestream, May 8, 2020)

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 44

USA - May 2020

Another artist who just came out as gay is American DJ Spencer Brown. Welcome to the LGBTQ community !  

 45 (NEW) : Ilan Bluestone & Maor Levi feat. EL Waves - "Will We Remain? (Spencer Brown Remix)" (Group Therapy 350 live @ O2 Arena, Prague, on 11 October 2019)

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 45

USA - October 2019 - from the compilation "Anjunabeats Worldwide 08"

 46 (- 20) : LP - "The One That You Love"

LW: 26 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 26

USA - July 2020 - from the album "Superheroes"

 47 (NEW) : Kim Ann Foxman - "Blood Moon"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 47

USA - July 2020 - from the EP "Blood Moon"

 48 (NEW) : Christine and the Queens feat. Caroline Polachek - "La vita nuova"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 48

France / USA - August 2020 - from the EP "La vita nuova"

 49 (- 27) : Pol Granch - "Chocolatito"

LW: 22 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 11

Spain - June 2020

 50 (NEW) : Harel Skaat (הראל סקעת) & Anya Buxtein (אניה בוקשטיין) - "Kol Hayom" (כל היום)

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 50

Israel - August 2020

    ALSO NEW THIS WEEK

  Yahto Kraft - "Washed Away"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

South Africa - August 2020

After his first single "Ugly", this is the first single of the former contestant of The Voice South Africa 2019.

 Toya Delazy - "Find Di Boy"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

South Africa - July 2020

A beautiful song with inspirational lyrics : "Mama said to me "You gonna find di boy", I never found di boy, but I found my lover".

 Miley Cyrus - "Midnight Sky"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - August 2020

 Dua Lipa feat. Madonna and Missy Elliott - "Levitating" [The Blessed Madonna Remix]

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - August 2020

 Orville Peck, Shania Twain - "Legends Never Die"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Canada - August 2020 – from the EP "Show Pony"

 Junior Tobago - "Easy"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Brazil - August 2020

 Romero Ferro & Luiz Caldas - "Love Por Você"

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Brazil - February 2020

 Lindsey Martinez, Maty - "Batidinha"

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Brazil - August 2020

 Titica feat. Neide Sofia X Uami Ndongadas X Paulelson - "Ta Domina"

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Angola - March 2020

 Raymix - "El Círculo"

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Mexico - February 2020 - from the album "Oye Mujer"

 Esteman - "Para Siempre"

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Colombia - May 2020

 Antonio Navarro - "No Soy De Nadie" (Fantasia Hollywood)

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Spain - August 2020

 VINCINT - "Hard 2 Forget" (Official Lyric Video)

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USA - August 2020

#1 on LGBTQ Music Chart (2020 week 33)

 David Hernandez - "Boomerang"

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USA - August 2020 - from the album "Kingdom"

 Davis Mallory - "Jane Fonda" (Official Lyric Video)

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USA - August 2020

 Chester Lockhart - "Bound"

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USA - August 2020

 Minute Taker - "Not Afraid"

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USA - January 2020

 Jónsi with Elizabeth Fraser - "Cannibal"

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Iceland - August 2020 - from the album "Shiver"

 GusGus - "Out Of Place"

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Iceland - June 2020 - from the album "Remixes Are More Flexible, Pt. 2"

 NEFORMAT - "Мальчик гей" ("Malchik gey" / "Gay Boy")

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Russia - August 2020

 Kristian Nairn - "Evolve" (Original Mix)

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UK - November 2019

Kristian Nairn is a DJ, but also an actor, famous for playing Hodor in Game of Thrones.

 ALPHA 9 & Spencer Brown - "ID"

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Russia / USA - April 2020

 N.O.M - "I'm so sexy"

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South Korea - August 2020 - from the album "3rd sexual N.O.M"

 Tokyo Gegegay (東京ゲゲゲイ) - "Black Lip"

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Japan - August 2020

 Bright Wachirawit Chewaree (ไบร์ท วชิรวิชญ์ ชีวอารี), Winmethwin Opas Iamkajorn (วิน เมธวิน โอภาสเอี่ยมขจร) - "เพลง ยังคู่กัน" ("Still Together")

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Thailand - August 2020 - from the OST "Still 2gether"

 Luz - "We'll Be Fine" (live)

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Ireland - June 2020

 Mary Lambert - "Dear Jo"

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USA - July 2020

A song adressed to J.K. Rowlings.

 Slza - "Žár"

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Czech Republic - April 2020

 Sam Smith feat Burna Boy - "My Oasis" (Lyric Video)

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UK / Nigeria - July 2020

 Perfume Genius - "Without You"

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USA - August 2020 - from the album "Set My Heart on Fire Immediately"

 Smashby - "Make A Scene"

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UK - March 2020

 Erasure - "Nerves of Steel"

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UK - August 2020 - from the album "The Neon"

 Katy Perry - "Smile"

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USA - August 2020 - from the album "Smile"

 Kesha - "Little Bit Of Love"

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USA - August 2020 - from the album "High Road"

 See you next week !

[newyorktheater]

Sleep No More

(l-r) Nicholas Bruder and Sophie Bortolussi with audience members wearing the required masks

End of the World Bar and Bathtub

Then She Fell, mirror Alices: Marissa Neilson-Pincus and Tara O’Con

outside “The Jungle” (St. Ann’s Warehouse)

Empire Travel Agency at Fulton subway station

While Josh Groban is front and center in Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812, the most memorable of several memorable moments in the show for me was an (almost) private one. A member of the ensemble, dressed like a punk rock, 19th century aristocratic slut, handed me a plastic Russian egg with pellets inside so that I could use it as a castanet in the next song.

Cafe Play

Wil Petre and Sebastian Iromagnolo in Third Rail Projects’ Grand Paradise

Mile Long Opera atop the High Line

Mile Long Opera atop the High Line

Then She Fell

“Immersive theater” has come to mean something separate from the dictionary definition of the word “immersive” – in much the same way that phrases Absurdist Theater and Abstract Expressionism took on new meanings. As in those earlier terms, immersive theater describes an art movement – and a theater moment.

That moment has existed in New York since 2011, when Punchdrunk Theater launched its version of “Macbeth,” entitled “Sleep No More”  as if retold by Alfred Hitchcock and Isadora Duncan, in a formerly abandoned club in Chelsea renamed the McKittrick Hotel.

“Sleep No More” is still running, as is “Then She Fell,” Third Rail Projects’ take on Lewis Carroll and Alice in Wonderland, which debuted the following year.

Neither company initially attached the phrase “immersive theater” to their shows, nor do they prefer to label them that now  – which is ironic, considering how many companies now insist on calling their shows “immersive theater”  even when they aren’t really.

Or at least they don’t fit my definition.

Almost four years ago, in HowlRound, I listed the six elements that defined the best of immersive theater that I had seen by then. I still find these a useful guide to my own theatergoing, and, given several new shows I’ve seen of late, it feels the right time to present them again here, updated a few more recent examples.

Immersive theater creates a physical environment that differs from a traditional theater where audiences sit in seats and watch a show unfurl on a proscenium stage with a curtain.

I loved the succinct and spontaneous definition of immersive theater provided by a young Brazilian-American man waiting with the rest of the crowd to be let inside Inside the Wild Heart . a stage adaptation of the book by Clare Lispector, when he noticed that the venue in Williamsburg was called Immersive Gallery.

“Oh no,” he said, “we’re going to have to stand.”

That more or less nails it, although you do sometimes get to sit.

It’s important to note that “immersive theater” is not a synonym for “site-specific, theater.”  Some immersive shows have taken place in actual theaters, but in such cases, the theaters have been radically redesigned. That was the case, for example, with KPOP, which turned the theaters of the  performance art complex A.R.T./New York into a South Korean music factory.

The best-known example may be “Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812”, Dave Malloy’s musical based on a sliver of Tolstoy’s War and Peace, which began in 2012 in Ars Nova, a theater transformed into a nineteenth century Russian tearoom. It moved into its own space, called Kazino, a “temporary structure,” resembling a circus tent, set up in the chi-chi Meatpacking District, and later reassembled on an empty lot in the theater district. But it ended up on Broadway, set designer Mimi Lien transforming the Imperial Theater as much as physically possible. The (aptly named) Imperial was not just decorated to look like a Russian tearoom, with glittering chandeliers, oil paintings in gilded frames set against red velour wallpaper, and a lobby turned into a hallway for an underground nightclub, plastered with posters in Russian. The auditorium itself was reconfigured so that there was no big stage, but rather many little ones criss-crossing through the audience. There were ramps built up into the balcony. Some seats were chairs  around cabaret tables.  This set-up allowed for the performers, dressed sumptuously and mischievously in Paloma Young’s punk aristocratic costumes, to dance, and sing, and play instruments throughout the auditorium — and, above all, to interact directly with members of the audience.

Immersive theater indeed has become such a popular trend that new theater buildings are being designed to reinvent their space for each show.

But it’s still true that most immersive theater takes place in some unusual venues. Two memorable recent, very different examples: The Mile Long Opera took place along the entire length of the High Line; The End of the World Bar and Bathtub takes place in your bathroom; you hire the company to perform in your bathtub.

  Immersive theater tends to stimulate all five senses—sight and sound, as with conventional theatre pieces, but also touch, and frequently taste and even smell.

Many of the immersive shows have constant eerie underscoring that seems more designed to unnerve than enchant. Most serve drinks. Some serve food. This Is Not A Theatre Company’s Cafe Play took place in an actual cafe and included a meal, although it would be very hard to call it dinner theater; one of the actors portrayed a roach.

“Inside The Wild Heart” marked the “world premiere” of the Scent-O-Scope, an odd looking contraption that delivered ten different scents. I passed it by as a text was projected above it about a woman who explains why she began to steal roses: “I wanted to sniff it until I felt my vision go dark from such heavy perfume.” Nearby, there was a large round bed covered by red roses.  I wish I could state with certainty that what I smelled from the Scent-O-Scope was a red rose.

Immersive theater doubles as an art installation and hands-on museum

The designers pay extensive attention to details, especially what might in more conventional theater be called props, but here function as artifacts, providing an opportunity for the audience members to explore the world. There are photographs on the wall, postcards and period magazines on tables, but some of the shows go much further. In Then She Fell, each audience member is handed a set of keys, with the implicit directive to open drawers and boxes and cupboards and rifle through the letters and postcards that illuminate Lewis Carroll’s work and his relationships.

In “The Jungle,” which was performed at St. Ann’s Warehouse in 2018 (and is scheduled for an encore run in April, 2020) Miriam Buether’s set re-creates the four-star Afghan restaurant that was at a refugee  camp in Calais, France. Food was for sale during intermission just outside the restaurant, inside a geodesic dome lined with photographs and signs that tried to re-create the atmosphere of the camp, whose residents named it the Jungle. One sign was entitled “Workshops Today,” next to little cardboard clocks with the various times: “Kung Fu with Yasin. Theatre with Kneehigh. Music with Mohamed.

This element is often given short-shrift in less meticulous shows claiming to be immersive. (To be fair, the shows that take place entirely at one or more real-life locations – such as Waterwell’s The Courtroom, or Woodshed Collective’s remarkable Empire Travel Agency make the world into their museum, and so need not design any further

  Immersive theater makes individual audience members feel as if they have had a uniquely personal experience, that they are not just part of the crowd.

This can be achieved in a variety of ways. In Sleep No More, you are on your own to explore some ninety rooms in any order you see fit and for as little or as long as you want (up to a total of three hours)—giving the theatregoers the sense that they are in charge (even though, in fact, we must adhere to some rigid rules—for example keeping on that itchy mask). In Then She Fell, performers choose for you which rooms you will visit, in what order, and for what duration. But there are only fifteen theatregoers attending each performance, and each is most often alone in a room, or with just one or two other audience members. As a result, the experience feels custom-made.

Often in immersive shows, a single performer pairs off with a single theatergoer for an encounter. This can be a performance for an audience of one, or the theatergoer can be volunteered as a character in the plot, or asked to participate in some other way. Lewis Carroll asked me to dictate a letter to Alice asking her to respond finally to his entreaties.

At the same time, immersive productions often emphasize social interactions, either through directed tasks in small groups, or by fostering a looser party atmosphere.

In “The Grand Paradise,”  a Third Rail Projects show that transformed a Bushwick warehouse into a tropical resort,  one cast member gathered four of us together to teach us how to tie nautical knots, exactly as a recreation counselor might in a resort. The first activity in The Alving Estate was an elaborate game of Black Jack, in which we are asked to write down a secret on a piece of paper and use that to bet on the game. The winner of the hand collected all the secrets. The mere fact that alcohol is served at these shows signals that what we’ve paid for is not just art, but a party.

  The most successful immersive theater has a story to tell—and gives respect to storytelling

I’ve gone back and forth in my view of this element over the years. It’s true that many of these shows don’t even include dialogue, substituting mute and often-violent pas de deux, or tableaux vivant. The arbitrary or random order in which an individual theatergoer’s experience unfolds also suggests that plot is not a priority. But the longest lasting immersive shows in New York, Sleep No More and Then She Fell, both offer stories that theatergoers already know—Macbeth and Alice in Wonderland. Our prior knowledge enables us to fit the disparate pieces into a coherent story, through some detective work that feels part of these shows’ appeal.

  Not all of the best of immersive theater have all six elements, and not all shows that attempt all six elements are the best immersive theater. But in my experience, the most satisfying theater that calls itself immersive is driven by the creative team’s  respect for the form, rather than the marketing department’s hype to be hip.

What is immersive theater? The six elements that define it at its best “Immersive theater” has come to mean something separate from the dictionary definition of the word “immersive” – in much the same way that phrases Absurdist Theater and Abstract Expressionism took on new meanings.

[esprit-de-corps-magazine]

THE GHOSTS OF THE TIFFY BOYS: Mrs. Muir Tells The Story Of Canada's Typhoon Pilots

(Volume 25-01)

By Anne Gafiuk

Flight Lieutenant Harry Hardy, who flew with No. 440 Squadron, Royal Canadian Air Force, is a proud Second World War Typhoon pilot. During my visit with him in May 2017, Harry had taken a pen and marked another ‘X’ on a list of 19 names. Dated January 17, 2015, this list showed only nine Canadian Typhoon pilots remaining.

After my visit with him at his home in Burnaby, British Columbia, Harry pressed me to interview all nine. “You have to talk to us before we are all gone. Combine our stories into a true picture of a Typhooner’s life and how the Typhoons contributed to the success of the Allied armies as we fought from Normandy to Germany during World War Two.”

He then added, “We are the ghosts to your Mrs. Muir. Do you know the story?” I told him I remembered the TV series featuring Hope Lange as Mrs. Muir and Edward Mulhare as Captain Gregg. “Watch the movie,” he suggested. “Mrs. Muir did a great job for the sea captain.”

Harry is a man on a mission. At 95, he is still spreading the word about the importance of the Typhoons from D-Day to VE-Day. He has spoken to numerous groups over the years with slide presentations generously illustrated by personal photographs and infused with his own first-hand accounts. (One of his talks can be found in three parts on YouTube at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G23UB-QUdac.)

He approached Langley, British Columbia artist Virginia Ivanicki when there were 36 Canadian Typhoon pilots on his list. “The Typhoon was the plane that did the most to help the Canadian and British armies advance across Europe. As you can see, I push the Typhoon all I can and you would be a great help. My aircraft P for Pulverizer, was the most photographed Typhoon in Canadian squadrons 438, 439 and 440, probably because of her nose art.”

Ivanicki said of her illustration entitled Typhoon Bail Out, Harry J. Hardy, D.F.C., C.D., L.d’H., 12/25/44, (Christmas Day): “I did the painting purely as an homage to Harry to celebrate him and his squadron.”

Robert Bailey of Stony Plain, Alberta and Len Krenzler of Calgary, Alberta, painted pictures depicting the Typhoon in action: Typhoon Fury, Typhoon Warning, Typhoon Target by Bailey; Operation Varsity — Crossing of the Rhine and Clash of the Titans by Krenzler. Surviving Typhoon pilots signed each of the prints, but their numbers dwindled as each successive painting was completed.

As a writer, Harry’s plea to me could not be ignored, if only to leave some form of record for historians. To let this last chance slip by would be wilful neglect. I have joined Harry’s mission.

After my visit with Harry, we talk on the phone once a week, sometimes more, discussing what I have discovered about the men on the list. I tell him I was only able to contact five of the men: Doug Gordon (440 Squadron), Frank Johnson (174 Squadron), Jack Hilton (438 Squadron), John Thompson (245 Squadron), and Wally Ward (440 Squadron). Harry makes six. The seventh, Currie Gardner, also of 440 Squadron, is unable to speak with me due to medical issues. I leave messages for two other men, Norm Howe (175 Squadron) and Peter Roper (198 Squadron), but get no response. Emails are undeliverable or their telephone number has a new user. I find other men’s obituaries.

Harry tells me, “Talk to Wally Ward. He might know what happened to some of the Tiffy Boys.” Harry was in charge of the Tiffy Boys in the West; Wally was responsible for the men in Ontario and Quebec.

Doug, Frank, Jack, John and Wally are interested and keen to speak with me, share their stories. Their ages range from 94 to 98. “We’ll help you in any way we can.”

“Come visit,” I hear. If I lived closer they would be guaranteed a personal visit. Frank, John and Wally live in the Toronto area. Doug lives near Ottawa. Jack has just moved to Calgary from Airdrie, and I met with him.

“Send me what you’ve written.” I do. They are pleased. Harry is too.

Harry says to me, “You leave those other guys alone with no mention of those prima donnas! They got their due in the Battle of Britain,” referring to the Spitfire pilots. “This old surviving Typhooner is looking forward to reading your take on the role the Typhoon pilots played as we moved across Europe in the summer and fall of 1944.”

I had heard about Harry a few years ago, but did not meet him in person until I attended the memorial service of Bob Spooner, in Victoria, British Columbia, in August 2016. Bob and I became friends through Gordon Jones. Both Bob and Gordon were instructors at the British Commonwealth Air Training Plan’s No. 5 Elementary Flying Training School in High River, Alberta.

Bob was sent overseas eventually flying the Typhoon, with one of his stories depicted in Robert Bailey’s Typhoon Warning. Gordon remained in Canada as an instructor.

I recall Gordon telling me it was supposed to be him sent overseas, not Bob. He later admitted, “Staying in Canada probably saved my life.” Gordon knew the casualty rates.

Bob shared with me some of his more harrowing stories: the ‘almost’ bailout, the shooting of tanks, trains, railways, and truck convoys. He stressed, “I never shot at people.” He, too, knew the percentages were against him. Halfway through his tour, however, he realized — he knew — he was going to survive and re-established the romance he broke off in southern Alberta when he was posted overseas.

Harry explains, “Say 400 Typhoons roamed over the battlefields of Europe. Any target that was out of range of artillery, the Typhoons were asked to neutralize the problem. In doing so, 665 Typhoon pilots lost their lives, 151 of them were killed during the Battle of Normandy and 51 of them were Canadian. We were always understrength from D-Day to VE-Day. As the pilots were being killed, we could not replace them fast enough from the Operational Training Units in the UK.”

He has many ideas of what I should write about. “Pump the nine of us dry while we are still with you. Your questions rejuvenate our old memories.” Another idea: “Gold Beach (British), Juno (Canadian), and Sword (British) had a combined length of 20 miles. There were 272 Typhoons crisscrossing this area assisting the armies to gain a foothold of Europe. What was it like to fly 100 miles across the Channel, fight until you run out of ammunition and, if necessary, fly a damaged Typhoon back across those 100 miles of water to England? Talk to Jack and to Wally,” he suggests.

“I didn’t get there until August 10th, just in time to take part in the battle to close the Falaise Gap. Imagine the damage that 272 Typhoons could cause under those circumstances. I was involved in the Battle of the Bulge and the Crossing of the Rhine, too. We were involved in train busting, destroying bridges.”

Harry explains the Royal Air Force Typhoon squadrons had rockets. The Royal Canadian Air Force squadrons had bomb-carrying aircraft with cannons. “Each trip consisted of one dive-bombing strike. Our attack sign was ‘Going Down’.” It was like a synchronized dance in the sky.

“We could make four strikes or hits, but if we budgeted well, we could make five! We had 520 rounds. Most of the time, we went home with 20 rounds in each of our planes. After we had dropped our bombs, we went hunting in packs. We would strafe anything: enemy (stationary or moving) and transport was our favourite target. But we only had two hours of gas.”

Harry continues, “We worked on the ground with the army. We were the army’s extended artillery. What they could not hit with their big cannons, Typhoons were called in, sometimes 50 miles behind the lines. We flew 16 aircraft every day, twice a day, and sometimes three times a day! Thirty-two missions a day. Pilots had to double up.  Sometimes we fought over who would do the second Op. We were daylight to dark on the beachhead.”

The army engineers also are not mentioned enough in the stories, he tells me. “They had to level the farmers’ fields and lay down a steel mat, approximately 200 feet wide and 1,000 feet long for us to land on. Give the army full credit for building those landing strips so quickly. Also, you might say a word about the forgotten landing strip defence crew.” He adds, “No one in books that I’ve read has ever given credit to our ground crews for the horrendous job it must have been to move the whole Wing with all its maintenance staff and equipment from strip to strip so fast.”

He asks me to “Explain our living conditions on the beachhead; write about how we lived when we moved into Holland.”

No email for Harry, only the phone and the fax. Harry sends me weekly memos via Canada Post. He writes, “You have caused me to lose a bit of sleep as I dredge the old memory for the facts.” His letters are reminders that time is of the essence for Harry and all other surviving Typhoon pilots:

To: The woman who is going to tell those who are interested in what the Typhoons contributed to the success of the armies as they fought from Normandy to Germany.

From: The Dimming Memory of an old Typhooner.

To: Our potential salvation.

From: One hopeful Typhooner.

To: The woman that’s going to tell OUR story the way it was while we are still standing beside her.

From: One of the nine.

From A potential thorn in your side and very interested observer.

Remember: I’m watching you. If I die first, I’ll haunt you if you let us down.

From: The guy that’s relying on you to bring the Typhoon out of the shadows...1000s of us are watching you. When you are interviewing a front line veteran, remember: the war may be over on the outside, BUT it will never be over on the inside. Dig deep.

Remember: Nine of us are hoping that YOU will tell OUR story the way it has never been told before.

Remember

You are our last hope

Tell it as it was

Don’t be squeamish

Mrs. Muir wasn’t.

Will you be our Mrs. Muir?

Last fall, I travelled to Ottawa to scour Library and Archives Canada and research the Typhoon pilots who did not make it home, adding their stories to the ones I heard from Wally, John, Doug, Jack, Frank, and Harry.

I will be their Mrs. Muir.

Author’s note: Since the article’s writing, two more names have been crossed off Harry’s list: Frank Johnson and Peter Roper.