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[royalarchivist]

Cellbit: Ordem Paranormal 🔥

Roier: Enigma do Medo 🔥🔥🔥

In honor of today's Ordem Paranormal news, here's a little compilation of some classic "Enigma do Medo" moments with Roier and Cellbit.

[russetfoxfur]

@zedweek, day one: Free Space

Zedaph: Minecraft Done Differently

"It Couldn't Be Done" by Edgar Allen Guest // Zedaph, Hermitcraft S9, EP30 // Don't Wanna Be, The Score // mauv-the-bluest-cat-ever // Official Minecraft Trailer // fence-time // "Invitation" by Shel Silverstein // Zedaph, Hermitcraft S5, EP49 // Could Have Been Me, The Struts // Zedaph's Youtube channel description

[thewalrusespublicist]

Hello! Love your blog and your takes, objective and sane and well researched chefs kiss! I had a blast scrolling through it like it was my feed yesterday lol can you elaborate on klaus and Paul if possible? People mostly talk about them like it’s already understood but I don’t understand 😭 I’m kinda lost on their (all of them, including stu) dynamic during the hamburg years specifically when it comes to Paul

Aww thank you anon! Tbh I was starting to feel a bit down about my blog and what I was putting out ( the eternal crisis on how to give full answers and opinions without being stupid, boring and annoying lol). So I really, really needed this. :)

Oh Paul vs/and the Exsis, it's quite a long one so buckle up.

Disclaimer: all of the people involved are essentially art kids/young adults who are famously the most exhausting people on the planet. Do not blame them for being dramatic, it's their natural state of being.

If we want to go into Paul and Klaus, we have to kind of start with the John, Paul and Stu. Now these three are a mess that's too big to go into here (though I have THOUGHTS about how Stu is utilised in the Beatles narrative that I'm more than happy to share if asked lmaooo). But in short(ish):

John and Paul had had an intense year and a bit of closeness. Then John meets Stu at art college.

John and Stu become c l o s e for many reasons (being peers, living together, similar artistic leanings + ego, Stu being a gentle guide to John, sharing art projects/poetry/long letters and feelings etc.) They became 'closer than two men' a friend had seen (remind us of anyone gang?). Most importantly, John could be open about his feelings with Stu in letters. If John had BPD which I subscribe too, I think Stu was his 'favourite person' and as Aunt Mimi said his 'special' and 'closest friend' from this period up until his death (though imho the transference back to Paul was starting prior to his death).

It's not clear what exactly happens as there's differing accounts but Stu uses his money to buy a new bass as John wants him to come to Scotland then Hamburg and play bass as he will 'look good'.

Paul doesen't like being relegated to the seat behind John and Stu when he used to sit next to John. He also isn't thrilled when he gets to Hamburg and not only does he get to sleep in the other room with just Pete but Stu cannot be arsed to play because he's hanging out with his hot new girlfriend Astrid (more on her in a sec). Our boy has spent a lot of money he doesen't have and given up on further education to be here and is jealous and annoyed.

Paul and Stu probably were friends and I think their mutual antipathy is overegged. HOWEVER, can't be denied that Paul is jealous of Stu and Stu is jealous of Paul (and getting flare-ups from increasing brain damage). John and Stu tease Paul and steal his money, Paul is mean to Stu (as are the others encouraged by John). Do I think John was playing games with both of them? Yup. They end up scuffling onstage because Paul said something about Astrid (not clear what, one account is that Paul said that Stu could borrow money off Astrid if he needed it which isn't really that bad a dig but who knows Yoko??).

Why is this dynamic important? Because it directly impacts the 'Exsis' (Klaus, Jurgen and Astrid's) group's relationship with Paul:

The Exsis were young artists living in Hamburg. They were artistic, cool, interesting and edgy. They were paramount in introducing the Beatles to cool new concepts, aesthetics and ideas. They also took themselves VERY seriously ie pretentious as all hell.

Astrid met Stu at Kaiserkeller and hit it off. They embarked on an all-consuming romance.

Letter from Stu to Astrid, c.1961

I've seen people say they were the proto-John and Yoko in terms of making their romance the whole world and influencing John years down the line and I can see that. With Astrid and Stu it's far more endearing though because they ARE young and the right age to have a relationship like that. Stu is popular with the Exsis in general and brings them into the Beatles group.

The Exsis didn't like or trust Paul. Astrid said later it was because Paul was 'too nice' which she herself admits is a ridiculous reason. The others also thought he was a bit of a show-off. It makes sense though if you're cool and edgy and want to stick it to the world to be sus about a guy being friendly show-off with seemingly no inner world. The other problem was a perfectly reasonable one imo, you're not going to like your friends frenemy who you don't connect with. Compound that with Paul not taking drugs as much as George or John and being in the other room and you begin to have a division.

Paul had been popular his whole life, like from what we know since-primary-school-popular. He had never been in this position before, let alone in a foreign country. I believe it became a bit of a brutal feedback loop. Paul's response to this type of behaviour consistently it to go more surface level, snide and passive aggressive. The natural response of any group with a designated 'ugh' person is to become more shady and exclusionary. The cycle continues and gets worse. Stu letters back home at this time says that in a shocking turn of events Paul is hated by everyone but Stu 'just feels sorry for him' (lmao OF COURSE you do Stu, its giving 'loathing' from Wicked lol). Klaus drew a lot of artwork of the early Hamburg Beatles that includes this highly unpleasant picture of Paul in 1961 which I think says a lot:

Klaus is also a musician and fancies himself a place on bass. When Stu leaves to pursue art, Klaus asks John if he could take over but John says that he thinks Paul is going to do it.

Klaus has later gone on to say that he thinks he was a better bass player for the Beatles' sound at the start and then Paul developed into being better for the group. It's one of those I cannot believe those words actually left your mouth and you are not deeply embarrased moments. But it's important to keep this desire and viewpoint in mind.

Klaus stays in touch with all of them and close to John and George, George especially. They visit Klaus on holiday in tenerife in early 60s and Klaus later draws the Revolver artwork.

This whole context of how they met and Hamburg is crucial and has to be taken into account when hearing Klaus' statements. Klaus and Paul started off with a lack of connection and with Paul on the outs, the Exsis got an incomplete view of Paul and an inaccurate snapshot of the Beatles dynamic overall. This is why when Klaus says 'Paul was always slightly apart from the others' and that 'divorce was inevitable' from early 60s we should remember that that is what Klaus is expecting to see as that's what he saw in Hamburg.

Klaus wanted to be the bass player (and was holding out hope to join a band with George and John in the 70s), was really close with George and suffers as many did with 'John Lennon aspiring boy bestie syndrome' (JABBS). Paul had what Klaus wanted and from the Hamburg experience, you could see why Klaus thought he might have an in and may have been jealous of this 'shallow' Paul of all people having the connection that he felt he should/could have with John and George. As with most sufferers of JABBS, he took John's side with everything, always refused to say any regrets about his involvement in How do you Sleep and thought Paul was fine with the song because 'he was even closer to John than [he] was. (Again Klaus to put yourself in that level of closeness with John that it's comparable to Paul is ???.) JABBS and its secondary condition PMIETGSH (Paul McCartney isn't even that good shut up) are virulent diseases that incapacitate sufferers objectivity and judgement, so it's fair to say that Klaus is a source you have to take with a pinch of salt on the early 70s period.

It seems that Klaus and Paul did get on a lot better the older they got (probably without the jealousy complication of George and John) and developed a sweet friendship. Here is Klaus' tribute to Paul for his 80th:

Here is the jam session he's talking about:

He now wants Paul to live in his house lmao so things have gotten warmer. But Klaus and Paul's dynamic is a great example of how and why natural bias, little jealousies and spats can consciously or subconsciously influence our internal narrative and why we need to be so careful about not taking one perspective as gospel.

[girlfriendline]

local dad tries to tell child off, can't stop laughing

[raven0usravi0lii]

Jeff: "WHAT ABOUT MY E-BOY TWINK SWAG?????"

Chernabog: "ooooH shit I forgot about that part. Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

You'll get it back lol

(Or not who knows)"

Jeff: "BRO"

[lovecolibri]

"I- I've been walking around since leaving you in Gavriel, holding my breath, hoping I could correct the mistake of not telling you that the feeling I was understanding but didn't quite have a word for yet- I should have told you then.

You say everything we have we owe to the Citadel. I agree. But. I think there's something inside that, that makes it feel like it is up to the discretion of a glass tower to take it all away and call it back. But of the things I know now and the things that I feel, nothing can take you from me. Can take this feeling from me.

I love you. And GOD if we die here, I'll be so fucking mad. Because I've never felt like this before. And I'm so happy to know you."

OH AABRIA CAME BACK SWINGING!

[ananinidraws]

At what point does arch nemesis banter crosses the line and turns into flirting?

[vagueeyes]

INSIDE NO. 9 | Director Guillem Morales + challenges

From the commentary - S3E5 "Diddle Diddle Dumpling":

Steve: Oh, it was painstaking. This really was, the sort of classical structure of this. Reece: I think it did pain Guillem a lot, because he didn't like ever doing things orderly–full on, sort of–in such a symmetrical way. It was always oblique angles he liked using, so it was a–every time, it sort of– Steve: –A challenge. Reece: –Yeah, it struck a nerve with him to do it.

From the BBC Sounds pod - S6E5 "How Do You Plead?":

Reece: When you got this script, […] what's the thought that goes into–do you read it and then imagine how you would want to tell the story? How do you sort of go about first processing how you're going to direct it? Guillem: Well, I think that in each episode, there's a challenge. That's INSIDE NO. 9, isn't it? So I think that [...] trying to find that challenge in every script; and if there isn't a challenge, you know, I like to create them anyway. (Steve laughs) [...] Steve: You used light a lot, didn't you? In this episode. And reduced it as you were going along. And that was one of your strong images as well, wasn't it? To end in near darkness. Guillem: Yeah, see, that was one of the challenges that I created for myself (all laugh) and for the team.

[isbergillustration]

Fortress of Total & Utter Desolation & Loneliness (affectionate)

[harbingersecho]

countless days pass by immeasurably;

anniversaries gutter in the maelstrom

[everett-true-daily]

[badnewswhatsleft]

i'm sure these are already up somewhere but thought id post them anyway! scans of ap #323 june 2015, a lot of hiatus discussion

(definitely best viewed on desktop with right click > open img in newtab!)

[vexic929]

Child in Time

Chapter 10

Warnings: none

Chapter 1: link

Previous chapter: link

Rathaway Industries shook violently, shattered glass raining down onto the pavement. Hartley aimed another blast at Rathaway Industries with his sonic gloves, opening a gaping hole in the glass walls. He'd heard the sirens approaching from the moment they'd left the station and turned at their crescendo to blast the windows and engine out, stopping one of the police cruisers in the middle of the street. Two others pulled up from the opposite direction.

"Get down on the ground!"

Hartley rolled his eyes at the officer yelling through the megaphone and shattered the window of the car door he'd hidden behind. A moment later, he was on the ground anyway, having been shoved backwards suddenly by the Flash himself.

"It's over, Rathaway."

Hartley grinned.

"You know my name. I know some names too," he drawled, tilting his head as he glared up at the speedster. "Cisco Ramon. Caitlin Snow. Harrison Wells. I can hear the radio waves emanating from your suit," he continued as he pushed himself to his feet. "About 1900 megahertz. Is that them on the other end, listening? Are they gonna hear you die?"

The Flash shook his head, looking as though Hartley was a mild annoyance. "No. They're gonna hear you get your ass kicked."

Hartley scoffed before blasting the speedster with both gauntlets, sending him flying backwards, crashing through the tall glass sign bearing the Rathaway Industries logo. Moments later, the Flash had zipped past him and was throwing seemingly anything he could reach - a police baton from an officer's belt, the baton from a different officer's belt, a rock next to the cruiser - at Hartley with frustratingly good accuracy. Hartley grimaced, shielding his head, only to feel his gauntlets ripped off a second later.

The Flash gripped Hartley's collar tightly, a cocky grin tugging at his lips. "Looks like you're not as smart as everyone says."

"Smart enough to have figured out who Harrison Wells really is," Hartley commented, relishing the way the confidence slipped off of the Flash's face. "You see, I know his secret."

—

The ride in the elevator to the Cortex was exceptionally awkward. Hartley surveyed the speedster next to him, giving him a slow, assessing look up and down through his glasses before scoffing.

"So you're his new chosen one," he commented, lifting his cuffed hands to examine his nails. "Nice suit. Did Harrison design it for you?"

"Cisco, actually."

Hartley hummed and faced the doors just as they opened.

"Being scooped up by a guy clad in head-to-toe leather is a long-time fantasy of mine, so thanks."

The Flash pushed him through and Hartley smirked in amusement, straightening with a relaxed sort of confidence that contrasted with the cuffs around his wrists as Cisco and Caitlin joined them near the elevator.

"Well, well, well, the gang's all here. You've lasted a lot longer than I would've thought, Cisco," Hartley commented though his expression dropped into a look of surprise as he glanced past them.

Eo stared back from his playpen in the medical bay with equally intense blue eyes.

Hartley let out a disbelieving laugh. "Did the explosion make all of you morons? Why the hell do you have an infant in S.T.A.R. Labs? That would have been stupid before it was a Class 4 hazardous location, now it's completely asinine."

"He's-" Caitlin began, shifting protectively towards the playpen.

"Ix-nay on the...uh, expanation-ay," Cisco interrupted through clenched teeth.

"And my respect dies a quiet death once more," Hartley said with a melodramatic sigh. "Honestly, Pig Latin?"

"Not trying to impress you, dude. Come on," Cisco said, rolling his eyes as he steered Hartley towards the hall with a shove that was maybe a bit rougher than necessary.

Hartley glanced once more over his shoulder. The baby didn't look away as he chewed on his empty bottle.

The hallway down to the Pipeline was cold. Not physically - the climate controls were perfectly calibrated, as always - but there was a certain sterile feeling in the air, a mechanical chill that clung to the walls like a film. Hartley walked with the languid confidence of someone who'd already prepared his monologue for trial, his bound hands no real impediment to his theatrical strut, his smirk crooked and practiced.

Behind him, Caitlin and Cisco kept a steady pace.

"I assume this is the part where you lock me in your dungeon lair," Hartley drawled. "A bit too La Belle et la Bête for my tastes."

"You blew up a building," Cisco said and Hartley rolled his eyes.

"I shattered the windows of two, actually, I'd hardly consider that blowing anything up."

Hartley continued when they remained stubbornly silent.

"You know this used to be a respectable place of progress. Now you've managed to turn it into a prison as well as a mausoleum. Fitting, really, Wells always was good at killing things. Potential, mostly."

They reached the empty cell - standard glass walls, reinforced steel. No furniture, no comfort. It was stark, humming faintly with the pulse of meta-dampening tech. Cisco opened the door.

"Inside," he said.

"What? No 'please'?" Hartley drawled, though he stepped inside regardless and turned around to face them. Caitlin removed the cuffs and Hartley stepped back, crossing his arms and examining the pair curiously as the doors shut. "So, the baby. Yours? The Flash's maybe? Or perhaps some new, unethical experiment of Harrison's?"

"He's none of your business, Hartley," Caitlin said curtly. Hartley's grin was wolfish.

"Noted."

Cisco glanced over at him with a frown from beside the panel controls.

"The scanner is detecting foreign metallic objects in your ears. Take 'em out." Cisco instructed, gesturing towards Hartley.

Hartley raised both eyebrows. "I can't. I suffered head trauma when S.T.A.R. Labs exploded, my ears were severely damaged. Without these I'm in pain you can't imagine." He said, pointing at his left ear for emphasis.

Cisco and Caitlin exchanged a look. Hartley took another step back, finally surveying the 'cell' he'd been locked in properly, and let out a short laugh when he realized what it really was.

"Very clever repurposing the anti-proton cavities into confinement cells," he commented. "Wells' idea, I'm sure."

Cisco looked momentarily smug. "Actually, it was mine." Caitlin nodded at Cisco with a smile of support.

"Cisquito," Hartley crooned in a mockingly sweet voice. "Sigue suplicando la aprobación de tu maestro."

"Si eres tan inteligente porque te encuentras en una aula," Cisco spat back.

"Hartley, don't make this more difficult than it has to be," Caitlin said and Hartley shot her a mock look of surprise.

"J'ai oublié. Tu n'aimes pas les émotions. Elles sont salissantes."

"Enough, Hartley." Wells interrupted, wheeling up from behind Cisco and Caitlin. He nodded to both of them. "Give us a minute."

"See you soon, Cisco!" Hartley called as Cisco and Caitlin made their way out of the Pipeline.

"Doubt it!" Cisco called back.

Upstairs, Barry was leaned back in a desk chair, listening to the conversation through the monitors as Eo snuggled in his arms, fast asleep.

"What do you think, buddy? is Cisco gonna punch Hartley before or after lunch?" Barry asked quietly.

Eo blew a raspberry in his sleep and Barry laughed.

"Yeah, me too."

Eo rolled slightly to get more comfortable and kicked out suddenly, accidentally muting the feed. Barry grimaced but didn’t move to fix it right away for fear of waking the baby. It didn't matter anyway, he thought, it wasn't like he could understand the languages they were speaking. Barry turned his attention to the baby, smiling faintly, and brushed a thumb across the sparse strawberry-blond fuzz on Eo's head.

"Must be nice," he murmured, watching the soft rise and fall of Eo's breath. "No idea how weird everything is right now. Just sleeping through it all."

Eo let out a soft, sleepy sigh and Barry resumed watching the monitor. Hartley was looking directly at the camera now. Uh oh.

Barry scrambled to turn the audio back on in hopes of catching most of whatever Hartley had been saying.

"...I only hope that he leaves you in better shape than he left me. If you're lucky, you'll only be dead. Because every day I have to live with the agonizing, piercing screaming in my ears." Hartley's voice rattled through the speakers and Barry grimaced, hoping whatever he'd said before wasn't too important.

"Oops..." Barry muttered, settling back in the chair again as Eo let out a grumpy noise and shoved his face into Barry's neck.

~~~~~

translations:

Sigue suplicando la aprobación de tu maestro - Still begging for your master's approval

Si eres tan inteligente porque te encuentras en una aula? - If you're so smart why are you in a cage?

J'ai oublié. Tu n'aimes pas les émotions. Elles sont salissantes. - I forgot. You dislike emotions. They're messy.

[trenstrenats]

okay so this is very niche and no one's gonna get it but this is my blog so whatever

if noel gets sent to spain and we know nothing of when he was sent to, i think it's safe to assume he's still in 1934-1935. and you know what was happening in spain from 1931 to 1936? when the civil war started and all academics had to flee?

linguists were gathering information for a phonetic atlas (ALPI). so essentially they went around asking a bunch of people how they say these specific 45 words, and they asked everywhere. so in the end you get a map of how the people from the north say 'water' differently from the people on the south. and the funny thing is that in the iberian peninsula there's quite the handful of languages so you can see a lot of change as a continuum (there's not a clear border between languages)

but on top of all that overall change, noel is in there somewhere. and i just think it's so funny that if they asked him, the list from the region he appeared in would look something like this:

abeja [ɜˈβɛʎɜ]

abeja [ˈbeʎɜ]

abeja [aˈβeʎɐ]

abeja [bi:]

abeja [əˈβɜʎɜ]

[swan2swan]

Just give it time, Sammy. Give it time.

[puckpocketed]

15/11/2024 - WSH @ COL

Dubois when asked about linemate Connor McMichael -> (˵ ‘• v •`˵)

You've got a front row seat to what Connor's done. What's gone into him having the heater that he's on right now? Yeah, it's - I don't want it to stop, nobody does, especially me and - and Tom, I think, so, whatever he needs we're there for him. Um, I had my hands up in the air, I thought he had that one at the end, but, when you're hot it's just a matter of time, so, y'know he missed that one but he'll get one - hopefully he'll get one next game.