#radio assistant

[palatteflags]

Radio assistant and Actress based Panromantic Ace moodboard~ ^^ For an anon! Hope you like this!

Want one? Send an ask! -mod Jay

[cupidsncheerios]

my personal hc about the radiostatic breakup is that it's technically actually papermint/eeliot's fault. like yeah its complicated and sad when it's vox's or alastor's or valentino's or all of the above, but i have the funniest progression of events in mind.

so imagine like a few decades into voxtek's success, vox and alastor are still friends but vox was super busy all the time so he got an assistant. papermint was good at his job and vox (shockingly) actually enjoyed spending time with an employee for once, so they usually banter when going over the new factory shipments.

"so we should change the newest industry line to the copper and pvc coated wires, and upcharge the consumer grade by 3% to eat the cost of-"

"wouldn't it be cool if your skin was coated like that? like, you'd conduct better and be harder to injure."

"...i mean. replacing my head went fine."

and so vox was very happy with his new combat-ready skin, especially since it's doubled all his electricity power.

alastor, however, was absolutely enraged when he went out drinking with his best-friend-and-totally-nothing-else-i-swear and he chipped a tooth trying to drink his blood. tv dumped instantly and decades long rivalry formed

[bunnieswithknives]

sorry if idk this but what do you think about Wordgirl now in 2024 do you still like it do you still want to make art or talk about it or are you just done with all of it forever and plus i seen that you haven't made art of it since 2022 so you just done with all of it oh yeah and what about The Magnus Archives + Wordgirl ao3 fic too like is that just going to be and i know that your working on 2 au's now just wanting to know that's all

My interests tend to come in intense bursts and then fade. Unless something like, big happens like it gets a reboot its unlikely I'll be coming back to it anytime soon. As for the fic I don't have any current plans to finish it unfortunately.

[deepdreamnights]

Welcome to Radio UltraMerica, Saint Christmas VIth on the mic, broadcasting perpendicularly across all three-and-a-half dimensional realities. Now in from the long-range receiver a bit of space folk, from the standpoint of the brave men and women that keep the spacelines going.

The creditors of Verkand-Alamary Corp deny any wrongdoing.

Lyrics and process under the fold

Like most of my music, this was done with Suno. I started with a section of lyrics from Suno's AI. This is often a first step for me, because I suck at meter. So I'll tend to generate something with a structure I find appealing, and use a syllable counter to carry the meter over to new, human created lyrics.

This time, however, what I got first out gave me an idea.

In the vast expanse of the starry night We sail through space With hearts so light Seeking fortunes on celestial shores Asteroid mining Forevermore Beneath the moon's gaze we toil and sweat Our hands in the soil Our dreams all set With pickaxe and shovel We dig so deep Searching for treasure A promise to keep Yo ho! Yo ho! The cosmic gold we seek Through the Milky Way Our song does speak Yo ho! Yo ho! With hearts true and bold We'll strike it rich!

I had assumed when I asked for lyrics for a space miner's shanty I'd get something a bit less sunny.

But the idea of using that as the start of a story was appealing. So my own verses to follow build on the concept:

Beneath the moon's gaze we toil and sweat Our hands in the soil, Our dreams all set bound in mecha iron We dig so deep to plunder dark matter for the boss to keep Yo ho! Yo ho! With hearts true and bold We'll strike it rich on the-

And from there, things just... take a turn.

Bound in mecha iron, We dig so deep To plunder dark matter, For the boss to keep The cosmic rays are creeping in Our lead shielding is really tin Ten years for nothin', Not even greed. The pink slips were sent budget light speed! The company went belly up, Butchered for penny stocks. Asked when do we fly back? The boss said: Go eat rocks.

Go eat rocks? Go eat rocks! The cosmic gold - We'll starve to death in the black and cold!

And the song becomes a broadcast home.

Freed from mecha iron, we claw and take to gobble dark matter, for our thirst to slake, Va Zor! Va Zor! Our digging limbs unfold, To free the cosmic gold, Va Zor! Va Zor! Our digging limbs unfold To free the cosmic gold Va Zor! Va Zor! Noitarepsed ruo ni, Sero eht eta ew. Si doof ni rettam krad, Cinegatum dnoyeb. Va Zor! Va Zor! H'taed ot devrats ereh nem eht, Tae ton seod sniamer tahw. Rehtom ruoy sti nehw tpecxe! Va Zor! Va Zor! Ku vuk vyotch! Ku vuk vycoyh! Wat osha gold ib veol! husk wat milkzin Kesh! ib puskor shriek! Ku vuk vycoh! ib luv vycoh! Mank speen zol vix rolv, vu-ib feast ur zilch mar wat vusku net rolv! Weep not for our fate. The boss said eat rocks and we are what we ate.

[frank-olivier]

Echoes of Christmas Present: Exploring a Spiritualist Gathering

The Christmas evening gathering in a Middlesbrough sitting room, 71 years ago, was a convergence of the ordinary and the extraordinary. This spiritualist Circle, armed with an early tape recorder, sought to capture evidence of the paranormal. The resulting BBC Radio 4 broadcast, “Christmas Spirits,” is a nuanced exploration of the human experience, delving into the intricacies of spiritualism, authenticity, and the profound impact of transcending mortality.

The broadcast’s narrative is woven around inexplicable phenomena: tangible spirit forms, ectoplasmic manifestations, and the materialization of objects from the spirit world. These events, witnessed by a tight-knit group, including newcomers whose initial skepticism gave way to astonishment, challenge conventional understanding. The descriptions of interactions with the deceased, from the warmth of a handshake to the vibrant lights orchestrated by a young spirit, paint a vivid picture of a realm where the living and the dead coexist. However, it is the emotional resonance of these encounters, rather than their inexplicability, that forms the heart of the story.

The participants’ integrity is subtly yet effectively underscored, implying that these events were not staged for external validation but were an integral part of their spiritual journey. The involvement of a surgeon, whose witnessing of these phenomena led to his membership in the Circle, adds a layer of credibility, highlighting the difficulty of dismissing these events as mere fantasy or deception. Expert analysis further reinforces the genuineness of the experiences, emphasizing the improbability of fraud given the setting and nature of the occurrences. This thoughtful presentation of evidence invites listeners to approach the subject with an open mind, rather than merely presenting a series of unexplained events.

The true profundity of the broadcast lies in its exploration of the human need for connection with what lies beyond mortality. The Circle’s interactions with the spirit world serve as a poignant reminder of the enduring bonds between loved ones, transcending the physical realm. The therapeutic value of such connections is illustrated through the story of a young spirit seeking to comfort his grieving parents, offering solace to those grappling with loss. This aspect of the broadcast humanizes the spiritualist movement, portraying it as a quest for healing and reassurance, rather than merely a pursuit of the unknown.

The production’s use of archival recordings interwoven with contemporary reflections creates a rich tapestry, allowing for a multifaceted engagement with the material. This narrative approach honors the historical context while underscoring the timeless relevance of the events, inviting reflection on the implications of such phenomena on one’s understanding of mortality and the afterlife.

The broadcast presents a complex, deeply human story, one that challenges listeners to consider the possibility of realms beyond our mundane reality. More profoundly, it highlights the universal quest for connection and the solace derived from believing in a continuum of life beyond death, leaving an indelible mark on those who engage with it.

Christmas Spirits (Chris Eldon Lee, Culture Wise, BBC Radio 4, December 2003)

While the broadcast’s narrative masterfully weaves together the threads of the unknown and the human experience, Ann Harrison’s talk serves as a poignant case in point, illustrating the very quest for connection and solace beyond mortality that the broadcast so eloquently highlights. Her personal journey into the spiritual realm offers a powerful, real-life manifestation of the universal themes that resonate throughout the broadcast.

Ann’s talk offers a captivating exploration of the spiritual realm, seamlessly intertwining personal narrative with the legacy of her late partner, Tom Harrison, a renowned figure in the spiritualist movement. The catalyst for her journey into mediumship, the passing of her first husband in 1990, sets a poignant tone, underscoring the emotional depth that often accompanies the pursuit of spiritual connection.

As Ann delves into Tom’s family history, marked by a lineage of mediumship and guided by the influential spirit, Stuart Alexander, the narrative is enriched with a sense of tradition and continuity. Notably, the family’s experiences with materializations and trumpet communications serve as a testament to the extraordinary capabilities of spirits in physical mediumship séances. For instance, the detailed account of a séance in 1997, where a plastic cable tie was seemingly passed through Ann’s arm without harm, not only astonishes but also prompts a deeper inquiry into the mechanics of such phenomena.

The concept of “matter through matter” and the non-solidity of objects and humans at a vibrational level, as explained by Ann, provides a fascinating, albeit abstract, framework for understanding these events. This is further illuminated by the practical challenges of conducting séances, such as the energy-intensive nature of materializing detailed clothing. The strategic use of light, for instance, is highlighted as crucial for verifying authenticity, showcasing the delicate balance between the spiritual and the tangible. By focusing on these intricacies, Ann’s presentation transcends mere anecdotal storytelling, offering instead a nuanced exploration of physical mediumship’s complexities.

The enduring legacy of Tom Harrison and his family is skillfully woven throughout the narrative, with references to his work serving as a bridge between Ann’s personal experiences and the broader spiritualist context. This not only honors Tom’s memory but also underscores the lasting appeal of spiritual gatherings for those seeking connection with the afterlife. The popularity of Tom’s circle, evidenced by a “waiting list,” speaks to a profound human desire for transcendence, a desire that Ann’s presentation both acknowledges and explores.

Beyond its educational value, Ann’s talk sparks a deeper question: what lies beyond our tangible world? In exploring this, we may discover that the true power of spiritual inquiry lies not in the answers, but in the transformative journey of seeking itself.

Ann Harrison on Physical mediumship (Wendy Zammit, July 2018)

Wednesday, December 18, 2024

[gastersans]

Hey guys!

I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately. It’s not fair to people I care very much about to be silent! The long story short is that life hits you very fast and all at once sometimes on many levels, and my unfortunate tendency in hectic mode is to shut out and focus on just getting to the next day. It’s no excuse, of course, but I do hope you understand—and I hope you all are hanging in there as well.

I’m not sure when I can return to writing again, but I hope to. It always seems like I’m waiting to have some time and energy, but I think I’m just going to have to intentionally build a block for the creative things important to me among everything. Even if I’m not publishing anything, I am always thinking about it in one part of my mind. I love those stories, and I’m so glad to share them with you.

Thank you to anyone who was checking in! I love you all always, even if I don’t have the words to reply—and I’m always going to try to better show that.

Tl;dr below the cut: details of life been going on.

:read more:

Thanks for being curious! I’ll try to be as brief as I can, but I have traditionally failed at every attempt at that in these posts. To be honest, the past year or two has been a bit of a blur, so I’ll just talk in generalities rather than a specific timeline.

Everything at work changed at the organizational level. Unfortunately I can’t say much about it—for personal reasons, which I know is odd to say. My work is mixed in with family ties, justices and beliefs I advocate for, etc, so I can’t talk too much about it—but boy is that lasagna layered. That dynamic alone is both a hugely important but often very stressful to navigate in of itself.

Among the organizational change, my position drastically changed—I went from clinician to a manager of the sizeable department I worked for—and then a couple months later inherited a second, nearly double the size department to manage on top of it when my fellow manager left.

Right as my position was changing for the first time, my dad—living states away—got sick with some still undiagnosed illness. Bizarre body movements, signs of a stroke but no evidence found—not Parkinson’s, though the symptoms seem somewhere between it and a slow rolling dementia. If you’d like to read a small loving rant about my dad: My father is the most wonderful, kindest, politest, humblest human who is also a literal unrecognized hero twice over—he dedicated his entire life his two jobs. One was his role as an assistant Harbormaster—not infrequently rescuing people, lost in dark seas in the dead winter nights (among much grimmer tales)—a job which got paid pennies for, with decades-old resources and, if he was lucky, his name might be pages deep in the local paper. The second job was as a teacher in the worst school in the city next door—and he taught the “behavioral needs” kids. He was stabbed multiple times—the final time was in the stomach, shortly after he had come back from his leave after battling prostate cancer. He understood the kids were sick, or needed help. In addition to being a great teacher (I didn’t appreciate it at the time, but my dad often help walk us through homework to ensure we knew it—requested or not), my dad would take his students to different places— the beach for a wildlife lesson, or the local laser tag place just for fun they often couldn’t afford)—on his own dime. He tried to give them an education about the world and life, and not just books they had given up trying to read. Jeeze, sorry, I need to be able to do a cut under this cut. I could go on for days.

After that attack, my dad has had much random issues, landing him in the hospital and my family in crisis mode one time after another. We find (but never confirm) that the neurological attack might be from an infection in his knee—a botched or failing knee replacement (his third—standing on a choppy boat or at a chalkboard all day is murder on your knees). The infection has spread terribly. We nearly lose him. He continues to show cognitive decline. He improves. He gets pneumonia, we nearly lose him again. He comes back to us for a while. A random night a few weeks later, the mesh in his stomach from his prostate cancer a decade ago has failed and is suddenly twisted around his intestine (they guess related to the coughing/pneumonia). We nearly lose him again. He survives. He needs a knee replacement surgery now, but they don’t know if he can handle it or the risk of infection. He survives. Theyve noticed something wrong with his heart. He has heart surgery, survives. Another heart surgery, survives again. All the while continuing to cognitively decline. He’s a brilliant man—it’s heartbreaking to see, but I know he’s still in there all the while.

I know I missed some things above. As all of this is going on, I’m flying back and forth between states, trying to manage two departments that were previously handled by two incredibly competent, incredibly busy people that is now just me. The work is important, there’s pressures of family legacy involved, it’s nonprofit and clinical and complex and often dealing with very serious physical, mental health, ethical or even legal matters.

And, of course, trying to balance the normal things of life—making time for friends and family, trying to maintain (and sustain) my home, dating and now maintaining a beloved partnership… These things are also important. And then my parents were here for just the summer, so I’m trying to spend each moment I can stand to spare with them, in that horrid phase where it’s in your face of how little time may be left. And of course, there are the other things—other loved ones lost, trying to do what you can and pay attention to the important things in the world, trying to enjoy sitting holding my cat’s paw while marathoning YouTube and a phone game after a long day at work.

Again, I hope to be back to things someday. In my free time I write snippets, dream scenarios. I miss the writing—and the people—and it’s hard to find a pinhole to carve out for any time for myself. I’m trying, I’m trying, and I love you all.

Hope to talk more soon.

[ziracona]

The conclusion scene for Eureka! is so funny knowing the entire Enclave Remnants squad gets away scott free bc the level of intentionality is both unignorable, and so so funny I mean the endgame scene was literally this:

[cardigan-bay]

Chapter 51 of my Hazbin Hotel fic that continues the story after Season 1 with a disturbing focus on Worst Person, Valentino.

Valentino and Alastor have a date

[nivchara-yahel]

Please Help Two Queer, Disabled Siblings Stay Housed!!

Hey, y'all! We could really use help ... Our local synagogue was supposed to help us pay our January rent last week, but we found out five days later (Sunday night) that the board staged a coup against the treasurer instead, and they weren't going to help us after all. This was after our landlord had already waited past the date they normally start eviction proceedings, and we've been trying to raise what we need all week since then. We've raised some, but not enough.

Our landlord still hasn't filed, but our luck could run out at any time here. We still need $450 to get caught up and avoid eviction this month. If they file with the court, we'll have court costs and a much shorter time limit to get it done. Edit: My sibling had to go to the ER Friday because they were passing a kidney stone, and we had to spend money on cab fare, meds, and supplies. We now need to raise $530 to pay our rent.

My sibling and I are both disabled and chronically ill, we have no car, and our community doesn't have live-in shelters of any kind, so we'd literally be out on the streets if we get evicted. My sibling also had to go to the ED on Friday (1/19) with a kidney stone. We are too sick to be homeless.

If we could get 45 53 people to give $10, we'd be set. If you can only give $1, that still helps us get closer to our goal, and we'd really appreciate it. If you can give more, of course, that is also great. If you can't give anything, a repost on Tumblr or any of your other social media would also be so helpful.

Our pay apps are:

Paypal: nivcharayahel

Venmo: heathmarie31

CashApp: $heathmarie31

Thank you so much for your attention and help!

[polaroidblog]

“Memoria polaroid” – un blog alla radio S24E14

“I think I need funnier friends” cantano i Girl Scout nella canzone che apre la scaletta di questa sera. Se anche voi sentite che è tempo di cambiare aria, ecco qui una freschissima selezione di belle novità indiepop e indie rock, senza dimenticare gli irrinunciabili brindisi, nella nuova puntata del podcast di “Memoria polaroid – un blog alla radio”, la trasmissione in onda ogni settimana da…

[muses-of-the-memory]

Happy 9th Anniversary to Miraculous!

Today is the 9th anniversary of Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir!

As an open RP to anyone, I will be roleplaying as my Miraculous muses on my list in both verses: Canon and Rise of the Dark Moth verse

Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug

Adrien Agreste/Cat Noir

Alya Césaire/Rena Rouge

Nino Lahiffe/Carapace

Gabriel Agreste/Hawk Moth/Betterfly (willing to do canon Hawk Moth/Shadow Moth/Monarch) (Remorseful Hawk Moth is in the Rise of the Dark Moth verse)

Nathalie Sancouer/Mayura

Felix Fathom/Argos

Kagami Tsurugi/Ryuko

Zoe Lee/Vesperia

Paint le Panda (Miraculous Hero of Imagination)

Tagged by: @hoshi-neko-hikari, @spirits-of-nature16, @bluemajingirl, @x-whiskeylullaby-x, @themultiverseheroines, @forsakenwasp, @keysofthekingdom, @keywcilder, @the-world-hopper, @thepersonaking56

[stabbingandorbeingstabbed]

don't even remember taking this picture last night but clearly i was there to serve. the fucking hip pop he's feeling herself !!!

[myfriendtheghost]

goodnight smoosh

[deepdreamnights]

Are you prepared for St. Crispin's Day at Issac's?

You are not!

So come on down and be overwhelmed like the rest of us, and enjoy a chasm of savings in Issac's Basement!

Issac's basement is a mix of midjourney generated elements and good old fashioned graphic design, photo manipulation, and composition.

The product descriptions were cribbed from a radio ad from that parallel universe were Issac's Basement overtook Radio Shack in 1978, via the ham radio tower in Uncanon Valley.

[regrxssion]

me when i suddenly get bombarded by theatre, trolls, and scott pilgrim and it completely pulls me away from doing anything on my blogs--

[tchaikovskym]

it's so funny that i'm employed as an "expert". lmao. i'm only a silly tumblr blogger. just some guy. avid weird stuff practitioner. and now - an expert!