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“Lady Java’s Tignons” from The Color Pynk: Black Femme Art for Survival by Omise’eke Natasha Tinsley (2022)

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Viewing the world through rose-tinted glasses shaped like butterfly wings, edged in rhinestones, and fringed with hanging beads, Sir Lady Java identifies herself to interviewer Pasqual Bettio in 2016: “We’re called transsexuals, basically, because I’m in a trance about my sex.” Born in New Orleans in 1940, Java—who transitioned with family support at a young age—was a mainstay of Los Angeles’s nightclub scene in the 1960s and ’70s. Billed as the “World’s Loveliest Female Impersonator,” she “appeared in shows all over the West Coast with such personalities as Nancy Wilson, Redd Foxx, Lena Horne, Louis Jordan, James Brown, Isaac Hayes, Joe Tex, Ray Charles, B.B. King, and Quincy Jones,” according to the brochure “Who Is Java?”

As she rose to prominence, she became a target for police harassment. In 1967, the LAPD raided the Redd Foxx Club to arrest her for violating Rule No. 9, an ordinance that prohibited trans women from appear- ing in public with less than three articles of male clothing. But when Java—performing in a bikini, bow tie, slim men’s wristwatch, and tiny socks—proved unarrestable, police threatened to revoke the club’s license or to imprison Foxx himself.

Java understood this police harassment as racialized: “We didn’t know of any establishment that was white that they [the LAPD] were stopping [from employing impersonators], but they were definitely targeting me, because I was queen of the Black ones and they feel that they had more trouble out of the Black ones.” Java responded by picketing the Redd Foxx Club (which dropped her act) and hiring the ACLU to mount a lawsuit against the LAPD.

Lady Java’s stage career continued brilliantly through the ’70s and ’80s, garnering positive press from Jet, Ebony, Sepia, and L.A. Advocate. Her career highlight, she tells Bettio, was performing for Lena Horne at a 1978 birthday party that Horne hosted for her “sister Cancerian, Gertrude Gibson,” where Horne enthused to Jet about her interaction with Java: “I had the feeling I was talking to a friend I had known for a long while... I feel sort of... protective [of Java]. I don’t know, because that’s my sign—Cancer—always trying to be somebody’s mama!”

To impress Ms. Horne, Java wore a spangled bikini and towering beaded headpiece whose curving contours—like many of the dramatically draped cloth, carefully sculpted tulle, and angel-wing feather wraps she crowned herself with—recall the tulip-shaped tignons (cloth turbans) made famous by her sister Louisiana Creoles. In an attempt to curb their social and sexual power, in 1786 Louisiana governor Esteban Miró decreed all women of African descent must cover their hair with knotted cloth and refrain from “excessive attention to dress.” But as Carolyn Long notes, “Instead of being considered a badge of dishonor, the tignon became a fashion statement. The bright reds, blues, and yellows of the scarves, and the imaginative wrapping techniques employed by their wearers, are said to have enhanced the beauty of women of color.” When Java turned her three articles of “male” clothing into high-femme sexiness, she followed in the footsteps of these foremothers’ fashion warfare.

Transforming the accessories meant to shame Black women into sexlessness into pure sexiness, Java declares, she chose “to wear beautiful outfits so a woman can be proud of me when she sees me. I don’t dress for men; I dress for women.”

By the 1990s Java was “enjoying a quieter life, retiring and, sadly, undergoing some serious health challenges,” according to Transas City. These challenges include a stroke from which, Java tells Bettio, “I lost a portion of my brain.” During her 2016 interviews with Bettio, her memories and historical records part ways: sometimes in small ways, as when she remembers performing for Horne at the Memory Lane supper club rather than the Pied Piper; sometimes in more significant ways, as when she proudly recalls winning her lawsuit against the LAPD.

“I went to court on it, and I won LAPD. I won the right for Java to work, meaning other impersonators could work also,” she recounts—though in fact her case was thrown out on a technicality. It would be easy to indulge the incoherence of her memories as post-stroke cognitive impairment. But it would also be easy to honor that incoherence as its own kind of freedom dream—an alternative history that translates the sinuous, undocumentable ways that change can happen.

After the publicity of her case, she reports, “They [other female impersonators] say: We’re able to go to work, and we’re all going [to] work the next day, and we’re going to put on the three male articles [of clothing], and they did the same thing I did: socks and the wristwatch and the bowtie if they wore bikinis . . . little bowties, some of them were jeweled.” Isn’t a flock of jeweled bow ties bouncing light off foremothers’ jeweled tignons another kind of win—another something to celebrate? How do we count and commemorate ways rewired and differently wired Black femme senses make a true story truer, more plentiful, more splendored?

[moon0fairy]

Ted Lasso 3x06 commentary !!!!!

• very sad atmosphere oh boii ok so we‘re already in Amsterdam

• Jan Maas speaking dutch!!

• „this is a pretend conversation. You‘re a pretend person with a pretend job. And I‘m having a really hard time pretending to give a shit.“ and Jan‘s smile hsksks

• NIGHT OUT IN AMSTERDAM

• JACK AND KEELEY FLYING TO NORWAY TO SEE THE NORTHERN LIGHTS DAMN SAPPHICS REALLY DO MOVE FAST

• uhhh damn Rebecca that was subtle commentary to Roy👀

• „no curfew tonight“ and Beards eyes getting subtly bigger

• Dani I love you

• Roy is in a biig mood

• JAMIE KNOWS HIS HISTORY FACTS (someone has energy)

• not Rebecca going on the bike side of the road (i don‘t know the right term in english)

• well damn ….

• bike lane thank you unknown man

• Ted texting Rebecca but she lost her phone so he spends the whole night with Trent instead-

• „you know I wanna try something new“ like going to a gay bar-

• TRENT CRIMM I SAW YOU

• Trent I would go to every museum with you

• higgins don‘t say that

• Jan suggesting a club with a lot of women and Colins saying immediately afterwards that he can’t make it and Trent looking up (I‘m in pain)

• sipping his tea because he knows the tea👀

• that boat house looks very comfy (funf fact: I actually always dreamt about living on a boat like this)

• ohhhh we‘re getting Ted high??

• Get Dani his tulips🥺🥺🥺

• Colin sneaking out👀

• THE LEOPARD SHOES, Detective Trent mode activated

• He seems nice and I feel like they stray away more and more from Ted and Rebecca idea as a couple

• Ted, if you don‘t want that… I mean I could… I would drink it for you

•. Colin storyline here we go

• Trent showing up behind him I‘m gonna pass out

• nooo Colin🥺🥺🥺

• oop-

• Roy doesn‘t know how to ride a bike either?????

• damn Roy that was a lot opening up

• we really thought we‘re getting a romantic „Ted teaching Trent how to ride a bike“ but we‘re getting Roy and Jamie instead-?

• Trent coming out story I can‘t believe this is actually happening omg

• trying not to tear up challenge failed

• „ I used my Holmesian powers of journalistic deduction“

• Ted going to a Van gogh exhibition oh no more tears incoming (apparently for Ted too)

• oh no they‘re still arguing over food?😭😭

• Isaac is going through it

• Jamie opening up too and Roy apologizing to him

• not the American bar😭 (homesickness? Foreshadowing that he will go to america again in the end?)

• oh no the tea is kicking in

• love the triangle history

• pillow fight in the lobby, Trent and Colin enjoying the gay club, Roy and Jamie seeing a windmill, this is amazing

• That foot massage was uhm, no comment (good for you Rebecca)

• Beard apparently had a good night🥴

• oh so he experienced a placebo effect

• Triangles to try angels jdksks

• Coling touching Trents arm oh they‘re besties now 🥺

10/10 episode no further comment needed

[sapphireginger]

High on Zipping into Love: Chapter #10

Summary:

He’s pulled into a hug and now he’s even more confused and starting to get nervous. “Erica what’s wrong? You’re crying. You never cry.” She pulls back and starts helping him out of his harness. “Stiles you need to listen closely. I got a call from the Guardians of Angels Hospital. They responded to a call about an accident that occurred near the river.” Stiles stands frozen as she takes his harness and hangs it up. “O-Okay. So, who—” “It’s Grace, Stiles,” Erica whispers.

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Past: Five Years Ago

Stiles was running Lunar Landing when his radio crackled to life. “Cabin to Alpha.”

“Go for Alpha.”

“Arrow is coming up to relieve you. I need your assistance up here.”

Stiles frowns confused but before he can say anything Allison is there to switch out with him. “I’ve got it, Alpha.”

“What happened?” he asks.

Allison places her hand on his shoulder and squeezes. “Erica needs you.”

Stiles can tell something isn’t right, but he figures the sooner he gets up to the cabin, the sooner he’ll figure out what’s going on. He makes sure he’s attached to the system before stepping off the platform. 

When he gets to the cabin, he seeks out Erica who is in the den. This surprises him but he sees Boyd has taken over the desk. “Erica?” he says. 

She turns to him with tears in her eyes. “Oh, Stiles.”

He’s pulled into a hug and now he’s even more confused and starting to get nervous. “Erica what’s wrong? You’re crying. You never cry.”

She pulls back and starts helping him out of his harness. “Stiles you need to listen closely. I got a call from the Guardians of Angels Hospital. They responded to a call about an accident that occurred near the river.”

Stiles stands frozen as she takes his harness and hangs it up. “O-Okay. So, who—”

“It’s Grace, Stiles,” Erica whispers.

“What’s Grace?”

Erica cups his face, her heart breaking when he flinches. “She was driving, and a driver swerved into her lane. Her car hit the rail and then sparked. By the time the ambulance got there…” She tightens her grip on his hands when he starts to pull away.

“You’re lying. She’s—Gracie is fine. I just talked to her at lunch.”

Isaac walks inside and makes eye contact with Erica who nods back. Then she looks at Stiles who is starting to panic. “Izzy is gonna take you to the hospital, Stiles.”

“Nie. Nie jestem—Muszę—” His chest tightens. His head starts spinning and he feels like he’s going to pass out or throw up or both. 

“Stiles! Listen to me, Hun. You gotta keep it together!”

Stiles starts to cry. “Why? How? How can I be expected to keep it together when Gracie is-is-is…”

Erica lets her own tears fall. “Because there’s someone counting on you, Batman.”

“Olivia,” he whispers. His eyes widen. “Gdzie jest Oliwia? Gdzie jest mój mały aniołek?”

Isaac steps forward. “She’s at the hospital. I’m going to take you to her.”

Stiles blinks slowly trying to focus, which is becoming impossible. “She’s okay?”

Erica nods and kisses Stiles’s cheek. “I’ve got things here. Go.”

Isaac gets Stiles’s things from Erica because Stiles is like a zombie. All of them are worried because Stiles is never quiet. Isaac puts on classical jazz music in the car and drives as fast as he legally can to get to the hospital. 

Stiles moves sluggishly and his eyes are full of pain. Isaac texts Erica to let her know that they made it to the hospital and then guides Stiles into the ER. Stiles blinks himself into action gathering his strength because he can’t check out. There’s a two-year-old little girl who needs him.

“My name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski. My god daughter was in an accident. Olivia Claudia Rose Baldwin.”

The nurse checks her computer and nods. “Identification.”

Isaac hands Stiles his wallet and Stiles hands his license to the nurse. “I need to see her and know that she’s okay. Please?”

The nurse hands him back his ID and pages a doctor. Isaac places his hand on Stiles’s shoulder. “What do you need from me?”

Stiles tenses only slightly at the contact but takes a deep breath. “I need a change of clothes and I need a ride home. Oh, a car seat. There’s one at the house that I can use. Gracie left it behind last time.” He tears up again and Isaac squeezes his shoulder.

“You focus on Olivia. I will take care of the rest.”

The doctor comes up to them, holding out his hand. “Mr. Stilinski?” Stiles nods and shakes his hand. “I’m Doctor Matthews. We have Olivia in room 24. I’ll take you there now.”

Stiles follows the doctor and Isaac goes to get what Stiles will need. He updates Erica by text along with the rest of the pack.

When Stiles sees his god daughter lying so still in her bed, he chokes back a sob. “Livvy,” he whispers and hurries over to her. His hands hover for a moment before brushing blonde curls out of her eyes.

Doctor Matthews gives him a moment to collect himself and then he begins to explain. “Little Olivia is simply sleeping right now. She has a mild concussion. So, we will be waking her up in an hour. It's likely she'll experience anxiety and perhaps some PTSD from this experience but that will be determined as she gets older. Other than that, she suffered some bruising and physically, she’ll be just fine.”

“And her mother?” Stiles asks, nodding his understanding, but he doesn't look away from Olivia.

“I'm afraid she didn’t make it. When the ambulance arrived, it was too late to save her. I am truly sorry, Mr. Stilinski. If there is anything we can do, please do not hesitate to let us know.”

Stiles swallows thickly, as he shoves the panic down again. “When can I take her home?”

“She will need to stay a couple more hours. Just long enough to ensure the concussion isn’t any more severe. Then you can take her home.”

“Thank you doctor.”

“I’ll leave you two now.” Doctor Matthews takes his leave.

Stiles waits for the click signaling the door is closed before toeing off his shoes and climbing into the bed to cradle Olivia close. He lets the tears stream down his cheeks and presses a shaky kiss to her forehead. “I’m here, angel. I love you, Olivia.” He squeezes his eyes shut as tight as he can. He has to be strong for her. Gracie is gone but Olivia is right here, and she needs him.

[wolint]

THE GREAT BANQUET!

THE GREAT BANQUET

Isaiah 25:6-8

 

A banquet is an elaborate and formal meal prepared for the high echelons of society. The great banquet is a proper and usual expression of joy in consequence of victory or any other great success. The Lord intends to host a banquet or feast that will be celebrated on Mount Zion for all His saints. Without distinction and exemption, everyone is invited, but only those who accept, respond, and reserve their place will be allowed into the banquet hall. This banquet is the celebration of the establishment of Christ’s kingdom, which is frequently represented in the Gospel under the image of a feast: “where many shall come from the east and west, and shall sit down at a table with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, in the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 8:11).

Out text is rich with symbolism and offers a profound message of hope and salvation, describing a lavish feast prepared by the Lord on Mount Zion. This banquet symbolizes the abundance and blessings of God’s kingdom. It represents the joy and celebration that come with God’s victory over sin and death

The parables in Luke 14 and 15 speak of eating with Jesus as a celebration of marriage, and Jesus spoke of how He will dine with the faithful (Matthew 8:11, Luke 13:28-29). His reference was the prophetic banquet in Isaiah 25:6-8. We must understand the full meaning of breaking bread as a celebration of victory. The future kingdom of God is set to this image: a meal on the mountain of God, the eternal feast, the marriage feast of the Lamb (Christ) to the bride (the church, believers, you and I). A feast that will last an eternity with people from all nations of the earth as God’s guests—no one is to be excluded except those who have not made themselves ready, like the five foolish virgins in Matthew 25.

God is preparing a great feast for the repentant remnants, a sumptuous meal with the best of rich food, drinks, and merriment. Everyone is invited to this feast, but unfortunately, not everyone will accept the invitation or attend the feast. Only those who conquer will inherit everything the Lord has prepared for them, including the great banquet (Revelation 21:7).

Have you accepted your invitation? Are you ready for the great banquet? Have you reserved your place? I have!

In Luke 14 and 15, a man planned a large banquet and sent out invitations. When the banquet was ready, he sent his servant to contact each of the guests, telling them that all was ready, and the meal was about to start. One after another, the guests made excuses for not coming. When the master of the house heard these flimsy excuses, he was angry. He told his servant to forget the guest list and go into the back streets and alleyways of the town and invite “the poor, the crippled, the blind, and the lame.” The servant had already brought in the down-and-out townspeople, and still, there was room in the banquet hall. So, the master sent his servant on a broader search: “Go out to the roads and country lanes and make them come in so that my house will be full.”

The excuses for skipping the banquet are laughably bad, just like the excuses for not wanting to serve God today. Those who ignored the invitation to the banquet chose their punishment and missed out. The Lord always respects our choices. So, it will be with God’s judgment on those who choose to reject Christ: they will have their choice confirmed, and they will never taste the joys of heaven because they rejected the invite.

Guard your reservation to the great banquet with everything; it’s the most important and precious invitation you’ll ever receive.

PRAYER: Lord thank you for the personal invitation to the great banquet, grace me to never lose my ticket, reservation and enthusiasm in Jesus’s name, amen.

Shalom

WOMEN OF LIGHT INT’L PRAYER MIN.

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[terrorsmade]

it's been a weird two weeks. well , weird in a different way than the usual brand of it ... several times --- more times than isaac cares to admit --- he has to physically stop himself from going to the argent's place , from perching outside her window much like he had after breaking out of the hospital. it's hard to go from seeing allison almost every day to ... nothing. he tells himself he's giving her space , that he should back off. she has enough to deal with , she could call or text ... she knew where to find him ... and nothing.

he doesn't take it personally , not even when they occupy the same space and everything feels ... weird. isaac just ... stays in his lane ... keeps his head down , minds his own business. he lets scott get involved --- alpha business --- and lydia --- best friend business ... he goes to school , and practice and he tries , really tries , to not think about it all ... but it's that sense of general avoidance that gets him into trouble. while actively trying to keep allison off the brain , he isn't checking his corners and certainly isn't expecting an ambush as he leaves the locker room.

the sound of his name --- the sound of her voice --- stops him in his tracks. but the turn around is slow , hesitant as he tries to mentally prepare himself for this. ' I prefer to call it giving you space ... ' he offers up , shoulders rising and falling in a lackluster shrug. ' because you seemed like you needed it ... '

  two weeks had passed since allison's world had been flipped upside down forever, two weeks since she had died, only to come back as the creature her family has hunted for centuries. it's safe to say that allison had needed some time to adjust, to work through the trauma and grow accustomed to the changes she hadn't necessarily asked for. while she certainly doesn't feel any better where the trauma is concerned, the other stuff has become a little easier to bear.

  what isn't easy to bear is the way things have changed between her and the rest of the pack. she's tired of scott constantly watching her as if she'll suddenly lose control (or her mind, whichever comes first). she's tired of lydia looking at her as though she'll disappear at any moment. she's pretty sure even derek has been lurking in the background, though he at least has the good sense not to approach her.

  what bothers allison most, though, is isaac's absence. he may have physically been around for some of the discussions involving what to do next, but mentally, emotionally, he'd seemed detached. after everything allison's gone through, she deserves an explanation. it's why she waits outside the locker room for isaac to leave. others trickle out as she stands there, but not him. she's almost convinced that maybe he hadn't been to practice today, steps in to see for herself. but there he is when she rounds the corner, and some part of her wonders if he'd somehow known she was searching for him.

  " isaac. " allison keeps her voice even, though her features are a little cooler than usual. she stands up a little straighter, chin lifted slightly. for a moment, she seems to struggle with what to say next (she hadn't really thought that far ahead). finally, allison clears her throat. " you've been avoiding me. " there's a pause as her expression threatens to crumble, but she gets a hold on it, manages to ask her question, albeit quietly. " why? "

@terrorsmade

[bigchiefyoung]

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[writing-in-april]

Birthday Spankings

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: A normally shy reader decides to tease Spencer on his birthday thinking she could get away with it. Based on this request

A/N: who am I? Releasing two dom Spencer smut fics in a row 😱 lmao 😂 this is all for MGG’s birthday! Happy birthday to The Gubes 🥳 Actually pretty cool day cause both MGG and Oscar Isaac both actually have the same birthday 🥳 I decided to use this request that I’ve been meaning to write and add it with a bit of a birthday twist!! Thanks for reading and requests are open!!!

Warnings: 18+, Dom!Spencer, Shy reader that acts unexpectedly bratty, Reader wears glasses, Impact play, Degredation, Penetrative sex, Use of the nicknames Doll & Sir

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.6k

“Hey, birthday boy.” There was no need for me to speak quietly as it was still quite early in the morning, but my default voice was still at a soft volume.

Spencer looked up from the crossword puzzle he had been solving like a race with a soft smile directed at me. He definitely did help me come out of my comfort zone a lot, but whenever he looked at me with softness as if he was adoring me I couldn't help but feel a bit of shyness bubbling up.

I was painfully shy around almost everyone in my life, except Spencer. When I had joined as an assistant technical analyst for Garcia I was in stark contrast to her bright and bubbly demeanor. For a long time I didn’t connect with anyone on the team, just did my job as was described to me and only spoke when I needed to.

The event that had gotten me to come out of my shell a little happened to be when I was reading a book that Spencer had loved. He launched into a full rant about the book that I had barely even started immediately when he saw the cover. When he had realized he’d spoiled the book he had apologized profusely. In a rare moment of bravery I told him he could take me to a bookstore and buy me another book as repayment, albeit with my head hanging low speaking so softly that Spencer had to ask me to repeat myself 3 times. Though, it was really just an excuse to get him to talk again, I loved listening to him talk. Ever since then we had been joined at the hip, even beginning to date two years ago. I often helped him become more grounded in the world he often said and it was quite obvious to everyone around me that Spencer helped my confidence bloom.

I will admit he could be a little possessive as of late though not in a bad way, especially after coming back from prison. But, I was still extremely surprised when he came up behind me subtly in the room while I was making the first cup of coffee for the both of us in the morning and I felt a tap on my ass. He must have finished his crossword puzzle.

I yelped quietly in surprise, it didn’t hurt, it had just been unexpected. I turned to face him with a bemused look on my face quirking my eyebrows up shyly in question. My shy befuddled look was in stark contrast to his smirking face making me peek up and smile a little. At least no one had been around, Spencer was brave just not that brave.

I wasn’t sure what made me a little bit more bold today, maybe I thought I’d get some leeway for brattiness because it was his birthday. Honestly, I don’t know why I thought I could get away with it, it was his birthday after all, not mine. I still decided to push up my glasses a little before speaking smoothly with a little more confidence than normal,

“Isn’t it the tradition that the birthday boy is the one that’s supposed to get the spankings?” Spencer’s face was one of shock at first, not used to a snap back from me. Once he recovered from my unexpected remark a dark look that I almost never saw directed at me came over his face letting me know without any words that I was in for it tonight. I wasn’t going to get my normal soft but dominant boyfriend tonight.

Spencer then confirmed my thoughts when he leaned in closer behind me slightly pushing me into the counter and then whispering into my ear, “ I hope you know what you just got yourself into, Doll.”

His presence then left me to go back to his desk, making sure to grab his sweetened coffee I had been making for him along with mine. Making sure he did make sure to spank my ass one last time, this time much harder than the first. Yeah, I was definitely in for it tonight.

I looked around to make sure that no one had been looking towards the break room, luckily no one had been. My cheeks were hot with residual embarrassment and my heart still pumping loudly with adrenaline from getting the courage to say a sassy sentence to Spencer. I tried to mask my embarrassment by bringing up my own coffee to hide my face which also fogged up my glasses a little. I will admit that the rush I felt when I had finally gained the courage to sass back to Spencer made any punishment I was going to get tonight worth it. I even was slightly looking forward to the birthday spankings I was definitely going to be getting.

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When work came to a close I was soaked through my panties already in anticipation. Spencer had been casting me looks throughout the rest of the day, it had made me so desperate I had wished I had gotten the courage to make a snarky comment later in the day so I wouldn’t have had to wait for some relief. Though, to be honest I was partially anticipating not being able to have any relief at all tonight by the way Spencer had been looking at me. Even when everyone had been singing happy birthday he had been looking at me as if he was deciding how he was going to take me apart later.

When I got the text at the end of the day that he wanted me to come to his apartment I felt myself get increasingly flustered. I knew I should’ve just stayed in my lane as a good girl who did everything for her dom. My flustered state was so noticeable that the rest of my co-workers had even noticed, which was telling considering my normally shy demeanor translated to flustered.

As soon as I shakily opened the door with the spare key Spencer had given to me on our last anniversary I was greeted with the tall imposing figure of him standing at the end of the entryway.

His slow walk over to me caused me to drop my purse over being intimidated, it was a good thing though because I was positive I had never been so soaked before.

Once he reached me he tilted up my chin with one finger and spoke with a calmness as cool as steel, “You’re going to do as I say tonight, I’m going to punish you. If you speak out of turn once I won’t let you cum for a week.”

Your confidence in your bratty behavior from early had all but completely deflated at those words. He had edged me before too and I had done it many times before, never for so long though. I definitely knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Yes, Sir.” I spoke firmly to emphasize that I wasn’t playing around anymore, I was ready to listen like I normally did.

“Just a few simple words and you’re so easy to tame?” You nodded with a whimper and averted your eyes away, embarrassed with how quickly he could bring you back to your usual behavior. He reached forward to push up your glasses that had slipped down your nose a little which also refocused your gaze back on him before he spoke again, “I knew you’d be so easy, you’re always so desperate to please me and- yourself. I knew as soon as I threatened to take it all away you’d come crawling back doll. ”

He enveloped me into a harsh all consuming kiss that there was no escape from, not that I wanted to though. He easily dominanted the kiss while also running his large hands through my hair and tugging harshly to pull me closer. Suddenly he broke the kiss, leaving us both panting and he touched me jaw again. This time he gripped it hard before giving me another command that I was ready and willing to follow,

“I want you to ride me tonight, it is my birthday after all. I want you above me while I look at you fucking yourself on my cock, just desperate to cum while you service me.” I whined at his words, hoping that I’d get to cum. But, I had never really been bratty, the only spankings I had gotten before this was because I asked for it. I whimpered in wonder about whether or not Spencer was going to give me the chance to cum or not. Spencer seemed to understand my nonsensical plea then speaking with a condescending tone, “Oh no, you’re not going to get to cum tonight until I see if you regret your bratty behavior, little doll.”

He hauled me up onto his lap after basically ripping down my panties and skirt to straddle him when he sat down onto the couch, which happened to be the closest surface suitable for what Spencer wanted to do to me right then and right now.

He ran his fingers through my folds collecting my juices, teasingly rubbing my clit for a second of relief before popping his fingers into his mouth to get a taste. “Mmm, you taste wonderful. Want to taste?”

“Y-yes, Sir.” He already knew my answer though considering he had already pulled my hair to tilt my jaw back causing me to stutter while running his hands through my folds again. Once he got his finger sufficiently wet again he shoved his fingers into my mouth with no warning, gagging a little in response. He pumped his fingers in and out of my mouth until he was completely satisfied how I had sucked the juices off of his fingers, until drool had been escaping the corners of your mouth.

Again he rubbed my clit in a teasing manner before speaking, “You’re already so wet you're practically dripping, I could just slide right in.”

It wasn’t too long until he had and he was right he did slide right in, my walls gripping him like a glove.

I was only allowed a moment to adjust before he prompted me to start moving by saying, “I’d like my birthday present now.”

I began to bounce on top of him as I had done many times before. At one point I had tried to take my glasses off to make myself perhaps more comfortable but was met with a light growl telling me that he wanted them to stay on. After a while I had created a rhythm for long enough that I was wondering when my punishment was going to come, I already had a pretty good idea what it was going to be.

A harsh sound cracked through the room suddenly confirming my suspicion, he had spanked me hard. My hips stuttered from shock, then stopping completely reeling from the harsh slap.

“Call them out, Doll.” He sharply spoke after landing the second blow onto my other cheek.

“2-2!”

“I’ll let that one slide but call them out clearly next time.”

My hips were burning as I tried to focus on rotating them properly while he started to lay in on my ass. It also was difficult to focus on making sure I was calling out the spanks with some semblance of clarity.

“12!” “13!” “14!”

Number 14 had been the harshest one yet making me cry out so loud in the back of my mind I was concerned that maybe his neighbors would call the cops. Though the burning pleasure echoing through me wasn’t letting me voice my concern to Spencer, all I cared about was trying to hold off my orgasm that I was already dangerously close too despite being so far off from the finishing number.

When tears started to prickle in my eyes Spencer looked up at me with slight worry, breaking the scene a little. I hadn’t gotten near my breaking point yet so I nodded for him to continue, I only had about 10 more to go.

“24! 25! 26!”

When my hips started to slow down slightly because of the stinging pain from his spanks he gripped my hips hard which I was sure would leave another kind of mark that I’d wear for a while.

He released his hard grip with one hand to continue the count to the magic number, how many years old he was today. I willed myself to continue counting because I knew I’d just get myself signed up for more, maybe even starting back from zero— I didn’t know if I could handle that and successfully hold off my orgasm.

“36!”

“37!”

“38!” The last stinging slap cracked down like a whip to my ass that was no doubt probably would make it hard to sit for the next week, hopefully not more.

I was hoping to get relief from Spencer by letting me have permission to cum but, when he asked the next question I realized he wouldn’t let me off so easy, “Do you think you’ve earned it?”

“No, sir I haven’t but I’d really like to cum please?!” I knew I hadn’t begged enough in his eyes, I knew I hadn’t earned it yet, but I was just so desperate to finish. His cock was running up perfectly against my g spot hurtling me precariously close to the edge.

“Say your sorry.”

“I- I’m sorry, S-sir!” I stuttered out in desperation which was usually not something Spencer would have tolerated, I think he sensed that I wasn’t going to last any longer with the edging and being no longer physically able to control it.

“Ok, Doll you can cum, since you decided to follow my directions so well.” As soon as ‘ok’ had left his lips I stopped holding my orgasm back out of pure exhaustion. It was so devastatingly good, ripping through every nerve in my body, that I barely noticed Spencer finishing as well. I only felt the last few ropes being pumped into me after the majority of my orgasm had passed.

Our panting breaths mingled as I leant over to kiss him while I rocked my hips to drag out the last dregs of our orgasms. The kiss ended up being more messy than I intended but I was just desperate to feel his lips on mine again.

Spencer gripped my lightly jaw once he had caught his breath some and turned my head to the side to press a kiss below my ear before speaking softly, “Such a good girl.”

“Thank you, sir.” I whispered back with another characteristic whine from me that was a little pathetic on my part, I had been ruined by him for sure.

We basked in the presence of each other for a little while, just enjoying being tangled all together. Though after a while the stickiness between my thighs got a little too uncomfortable and Spencer started the main part of aftercare for me. He seemed a little caught up in his thoughts while he started to clean me up so I prompted him with a little boop on the nose to silently ask what’s wrong.

“Did I go too far?” The worry he felt was evident by the tensing in his shoulders where he often seemed to hold his worry.

You quickly interjected as he began to stutter out the beginnings of an apology despite not letting you answer yet, “If you had, I would’ve used my safe word.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief as he resumed my aftercare, making sure I was well taken care of and pampered to perfection. We were sitting in a bubble bath when I finally realized something, I hadn’t said Happy Birthday to him yet.

“Happy Birthday, Spencer.”

I said while I was straddling him and I could already feeling him getting ready for another round, though this one would surely be gentler than the last as to not irritate my ass anymore. Despite my still stinging backside I was glad I stole Spencer’s birthday spankings.

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Tag list (message me if you want to be added):

All works:

@shotarosleftpinky @90spumkin @kyra-morningstar @s1utformgg

Spencer Reid/CM:

@calm-and-doctor @destiny-tsukino @safertokiss @slutforthegubes

Dom Spencer (new tag list):

[kareniliana]

Teen Wolf Masterlist

Okay I decided I will transfer my wattpad works over here because I am just in love with my Teen Wolf book. I'll be editing and revising them. I will not publish the ones that were a personal request, just so I can keep some semblance of respect for privacy between the apps.

I will be adding the links as they are posted

(*18+)

Series:

Stiles (season 1)- New Hale in Town

Scott McCall

Puppies

Discoveries

triple date with a bet

Secrets

Fluff

A walk down Memory lane

you’re here

CD

Nightmares

Stiles Stilinski

Smart

Awkwardly confessed

Fight

Sad

Wolf Moon

Not to Fall

Derek Hale

With My Teeth

Cooking

Say you won't let go

Pain

Liam Dunbar

A thing

He gets jealous

Woods*

Teaching lacrosse

Uncontrolled

cheesy seven minutes in heaven

Jealousy

Speechless?

Pride

Isaac Lahey

You have me

not too cramped but awkward

please don’t go

Go to hell

texts

spaghetti

jelly

Aiden

Blushing

be careful

wait, what?

you’re here

mother

valentine

Jordan Parrish

Deal

Ride along

That was badass

drunken night pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5

idle I wait

Brett Talbot

Coach's office*

Heartbroken pt 1 pt 2

take it back

human

In vitro

[bellamyblak]

how is this scene even real SDHGSHJGFG

[fallen-angel-writing]

A Change in Fate - Teen Wolf Imagine

masterlist Season:3 Episode:23

Pairings: McCall Pack x Reader (Platonic), Past Isaac Lahey x Reader, Mentioned Briefly Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: Heartbreak, Character Death, Typical Teen Wolf Violence

Word Count: 2k+.

Summary: For the last day, everyone has been worried sick about Lydia, she just disappeared. Void Stiles is on the loose, and any one of them could be the target. Eventually, the Pack make their way to the Oak Creek Internment camp, ready to save their friend; instead of heeding her warnings. After the battle that follows, Lydia is back, but someone else may have died instead.

Authors Note: All mistakes in this are my own. I've had this for a while and only just decided to post. I'm going to be adding more I think. A Change in Fate is going to end up a mini-series, for Alexis "Lexi" McCall.

The sun had long since set over the town of Beacon Hills casting, an ominous shadowy glow that stretched miles beyond the city limits. The roads were empty- aside from the stray traveller and an occasional roaming deer. For a time, there werent any cars on the silent stretch of road, blackening an already dark sky. Everything was quiet, and there wasnt a single noise in the air. If a tree chose at that moment to fall, there would be no way of knowing whether it had made a noise or not. No sooner had the silence come on it ended. with the rumble of an engine and a flash of headlights shining through the trees. A car coloured to match the shadows, and windows tinted just as dark flew around the bend. They drove along, gliding across the lane, occasionally drifting into the opposite, always though quick to return. A second car appeared on the road, coming from the opposite direction. As the pair grew closer, the newcomer slowed. The shadow car drifted back into their lane out as if taking a breath. When they steadied out, the car picked up speed, only to be charged again by the opposing car. A faint buzzing paired with a blinding light of headlights pulled the girl from her thoughts in time to whip the car back into her lane and slam on the brakes. She laid her head on the steering wheel. Her arms crossed, holding her waist, as a wave of nausea rolled over her. She sat there for a moment, listening to her breathing as it slowed, and looked around as the buzzing grew louder, and something on the passenger side floor lit up the otherwise blacked-out car. Leaning over, she picked it up and answered without checking who was calling. Stiles was on the other end. "Lexi? Finally, Ive been trying to get a hold of you for hours. Where have you been? Wait, that isnt important now. Listen! I think I found Lydia. I sent you the address. Shes at Oak Creek, I dont know what it is yet, and I cant find it on any maps. I dont know why. You have to trust me on this shes there. Hurry up, Scott and the others are already here." He hadnt let her get a word in before ending the call. That was typical Stiles, but not anything like how he had been acting the last time she saw him. He was sick then, could barely speak a word above a whisper. It had been that morning, or at least she thought it had been. Looking around again, this time past the windows at her surroundings she, realised shed left Beacon Hills in her rearview. She didnt remember getting in the car, let alone driving along the empty roads. The last thing she remembered was a fight with Derek. He dropped her off at the McCall house that morning and made her promise she would get some rest. At least she thought it was the same day. The clock on the dash said it was, but that didnt mean much. How had she ended up in his car? A better question was where he was? A better question would have been why couldnt she remember, but that would all have to wait, as a text from Stiles vibrated her phone and nearly had her jumping out of her skin. A short drive later, she had reached her destination. Oak Creek. Next, she called Scott, again the same thing. She was a few feet away from the gates. She neared the gates, running her hand along the chainlink as a set of headlights blinded her. Throwing up a hand, she watched as Stiles, Allison, Kira, Scott, and Issac climbed out of the jeep. “What are you doing here?” She and Stiles asked at the same time. Continuing their in sync conversation, both replied. “Looking for Lydia.” Isaac stepped into the space between the pair and waved his hands to try and get their attention. “Not to interrupt to interrupt whatever was just going on here, but dont we have more important things to do?” “Isaacs right,” Allison added, and Scott and Kira both nodded before the former spoke up himself. “Weve done this before, guys. A couple of weeks ago, we were standing around, just like this, and we saved Malia. Remember? That was a total stranger. “He paused and looked around the semi-circle at his pack. “This is Lydia.” Allison and Lexi both nodded, sharing a

look. The former spoke up. “I’m here to save my best friend.” The latter added. “I’m here to protect mine and save another.” Scott looked at Stiles. “I came to save mine.” Isaac looked around the group and rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke jokingly. “I-i just didn’t feel like doing any homework.” A glare from Lexi and Allison ended the joking, and they entered the camp. No one needed to explain how this would end, they all knew or at least had an idea. Scott and Stiles took off towards the tunnel entrance to find Lydia, leaving the rest of the pack to face any threats on the surface. Lexi led her friends around the overturned trucks and stopped in her tracks. Noshiko and the Oni stood waiting. Kira stepped up beside her and unsheathed her sword. Noshiko spoke before anyone else had a chance. “Kira, turn around and go home. Take your friends with you.” Kira shook her head, and the Oni pulled their weapons as well. “I can't. When I looked at the game, I realized who I was actually playing.” She paused and looked towards her friends on either side of her. “You.” Allison notched an arrow but kept her bow lowered as she spoke. “Call them off.” Noshiko shook her head. “You think you could take him alive? You think you can save him?” Kira nodded. “What if we can?” “I tried something like it seventy years ago. Your friend is gone.”

“Are you sure? Or if Stiles doesn't have to die, maybe Rhys didn't have to die, either?” “I see I'm no longer the Fox now, Kira-- you are. But, the Nogitsune is still my demon to bury.” Void Stiles stepped out of the shadows, clutching one of Noshikos last kaiken tails in his hands. He ran his hands along the length of the feather and lifted his head. Smiling as he looked at them all. He snapped the arrow and a flow of black smoke poured out. Something in the air changed, but that wasn’t all. “Mom? What is that? What does that mean?” Void Stiles laughed. “It means there's been a change in ownership…” All eyes turned to the Oni, uncertain of whether he was trying to frighten them or if he was telling the truth. “Now, they belong to me.” Lexi and what remained of the pack stepped closer together, and Isaac shouted as the first Oni disappeared. "How do we stop them?” Noshiko answered as she reached them. Her arm stretched out toward Kira. “You can't!” Noshiko had vanished, as quickly as the Oni appeared, following Void Stiles’ exit. There was only so much the four of them could have hoped to accomplish against the Oni, his Oni. She and Isaac were handling themselves alright, fighting three between the two of them, while Kira took on the other two. Allison was safe from them for the moment; they hadnt cared a bit about her. All they wanted was to get rid of the threats. That all changed when she raised her bow. The fight had turned, and Issac was fighting three on his own. Kira swung at one and it vanished, reappearing feet away, out of the skirmish. Allison released her arrow. It flew through the air. Another Oni disappeared, causing the first shot to miss. The silver-tipped bolt flew past Lexis head, and she fell back, knocking into Kira. Both girls stumbled and the former fell to her knees. Kira blocked a blow that would have severed her head from her shoulders as the other girl rolled to her feet. Her eyes blazed gold, and she swung her claws at the monster in front of her. Dodging its blows as easily as it did hers. She turned and jumped back. The pair were now fighting back to back, barely holding their own against the monsters, and the former watched the Archer. Issac was brought to his knees only yards away. There was nothing they could do to help him. As the sword lifted, poised to strike, Allison opened her hand, letting an arrow fly. It hit true and struck its target. The shadowy figure froze in mid-strike. The sword fell to the ground, and the Oni around them froze. Lexi took the opportunity to slash at the creature in front of her, and it stumbled back. The rest still frozen, as she ran towards her friend, looking back as the bright yellow glow from thousands of fireflies filled the monster's insides. The arrow fell to the ground, and a deafening explosion shook the earth as it exploded. She stood beside Allison, both holding each other's arms to keep steady as they looked at the black stain on the ground. “You did it,” Lexi whispered. Her voice was barely audible to the other girls' human ears, but even without hearing her, the other girl knew what her friend meant and threw her arms around her in a hug. It was the first time in weeks they had spoken, and while their reunion could have waited, it was necessary. The reunion, though joyous, left Allison unprotected as one of the remaining Oni rushed forward. Lexis dark eyes widened as she watched over the taller girls shoulder. She didnt think and shoved her friend to the ground, her eyes flashing red. Allison gasped as she watched her friend unintentionally step into the sword as it plunged into her stomach. It hurt for only a second, and she lurched forward, her hand instinctively going to cover the wound as the blade disappeared. Her eyes were still wide and a bright red as they filled with tears. Within the tunnels below, Lydia felt the blow. She twisted around, slamming her hands onto the walls. She dug her fingernails into the stone and held herself up as an unbearable pain filled her. Her scream filled the

air. “Leeexxxxiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!” She fell to her knees, still clutching the walls, as her scream echoed through the building carrying her pain with it. Tears poured from her eyes, running in dirt-streaked channels down her cheeks. On the surface, Scott reached the locked gate in time to see his sister stumble back a few steps and turn, meeting his gaze as she fell, her eyes returned to their natural gold, hands still pressed against her wound as blood poured out. Her previously white shirt was now stained red. Following the first who died and the one who ran, the remaining Oni vanished in clouds of black smoke. Allison jerked forward, catching her best friend as the werewolf fell to her knees and sank inward. Isaac beat Scott to them a moment later and pulled Lexi from his other halves embrace. Placing his hand over her own, he glanced up at Scott and back down at her. Tears were beginning to fill his eyes. There was so little pain to take. It was almost imaginary, but still, he saw the blackened trails go from her hands to his, and he couldn’t tell if she was taking from him or he from her. She looked up at him and smiled weakly. That gave him his answer. Her brother knelt beside Allison holding his first love as she cried for her friend and for a fate that should have been hers. Noshiko held her daughter as she cried, for the girl who befriended her, on her first day, and the elder kitsune wiped away her tears as she held her daughter tightly in her arms. Lexi turned away from Isaac and pulled a hand out from his. The other was tight in his grasp as she reached for her brother, as she asked, her voice cracking. “Did you find her? Is she okay? Is Lydia safe?” He nodded and mumbled, his voice brittle, as he held back his tears.

“Shes okay. Youre going to be okay too.” He squeezed her hand tightly as he spoke, trying to draw any of the pain she might be feeling out, but just as Issac felt, there was almost none. Her breath hitched, and her head fell back on Issac’s shoulder as her chest slowly rose and fell. The blackened veins thickened for a moment before fading away. He looked at her and brushed away a tear from her cheek. It was his own. “Youre not in any pain, Alexis.” He whispered, his voice full of fear and uncertainty. That was the first time he had called her, her full name in all the years she knew him. She never knew if he realised Lexi was just a nickname. Now she had her answer. She nodded weakly “I-Its because theres none to take.” He shook his head and gripped her hand tighter, trying with all his might to take away what she couldnt feel. “It's okay, Issac. It will be okay.” He shook his head and glanced up at the sky, “No. No, it won’t.” He replied, adding quietly. “I love you Lex.” She looked up at him and kept repeating that phrase, her voice growing quieter with each passing second. “It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s-” She stopped and struggled to take a breath. “I love you. I always have. You were my best friend. My first love. The first person I ever loved. The last person I will. I love you Isaac Lahey. I always have.” Scott, who had been watching in silence, tears streaming down his cheeks, as he held his first love and watched his sister die, howled in pain. All he wanted was for her to be in pain. He wanted her to heal and survive. None of them wanted to lose her. Scott, unable to bear it as he listened to her heartbeat grow weaker by the second, tightened his grip on her hand and wished he could return her pain and give her his as well. Anything to keep her alive just a while longer. Allison buried her face in Scott's shoulder, her fists tightly gripping his shirt. She shook as she sobbed. For months she and Lexi had barely spoken. Neither girl was entirely okay with how Issac and Allison's relationship came to be, not when it hurt their own. They got on well enough but hadnt been close until that moment. More tears fell as she realised it should have been her lying there. Lexi lifted a blood-stained hand to Issac's cheek and wiped away the tears falling. On what may have been her dying breath, she smiled, "Promise me, you wont give up.” With those final words, to her first love and her brother, to her pack and her family, her eyes closed, and she drifted off. The darkness crept over her, enveloping her in a chilly warmth as she faded away. The last thought that crossed her mind was she didnt want to die. She couldnt leave them like this. She didnt want to say goodbye. None of this should have happened. Before the world fell into a silent nothingness Lydia's scream finally reached the surface joined by the pained roars of her Alpha and brother Scott, and her best friend and first love Isaac. The screams from Kira and Allison joined them, drowning out the faint sound of a siren as it neared. That was the last thing Alexis Serenella McCall heard before an empty silence filled her.

[dweemeister]

2019 Movie Odyssey Award for Best Original Song (preliminary round)

Many of my longtime followers will know what is below. And yes, it’s that time of year again!

There are a few folks I wanted to extend invites to that I wasn’t able to get to in time (because of stuff IRL). If you are listed (and are interested), let me know so I can sort you into a group as soon as possible: @dansmonarbre, @dog-of-ulthar, @fredsbarandgrill, @loveless422, @shadesofhappy, @somequeerdistortion, @thethirdman8. Otherwise, you will still be tagged for the MOABOS final anyways because of your prior participation in previous years.

As is the year-end tradition on my blog, there is an Oscar-like ceremony honoring some of the best achievements from movies that I saw for the first time in their entirety this calendar year (the "Movie Odyssey"). I’ve always considered MOABOS a musical thank-you for your moral support on and offline throughout the year.

An unspecified number of songs have already advanced to the final round. Twenty songs will compete in this preliminary round. Like every year there has been a preliminary, there are two groups - Group A and Group B. Even moreso than last year, songs from musicals dominate and, after a year where personal time has come at a premium, it has also resulted in the most monolingual field we’ve had in a preliminary.

INSTRUCTIONS IN THE GROUP YOU HAVE BEEN SORTED INTO, please rank (#1-10) at least five of your group's songs. Please consider (to the best of your ability): how musically interesting the song is (incl. and not limited to musical phrasing and orchestration); its lyrics; quality of performance; context within the film (contextual blurbs provided for those who haven’t seen these films); choreography/dance direction (if applicable); and the song's cultural impact/life outside the film (if applicable, and the least important factor). Imperfections in audio and video quality may not be used against any song. The top four songs in each group automatically advance to the final round. I reserve the right to pick 0-2 songs from one or both groups that finished outside the top four in their respective groups to contest the final round. This was never a true democracy, as you all know!

The deadline for submission is Tuesday, December 10 at 11 PM Pacific Time. That's Friday, December 11 at 1 AM Central Time / 2 AM Eastern Time / 7 AM GMT / 8 AM CET / 9 AM EET. This deadline may be pushed back if there are a large number of people who have not submitted in time - but I would rather not have that happen, especially because more people are going to be called in for the final round. Feel free to send in comments and reactions with your rankings - it’s always fun to read reactions to individual songs, and it usually makes the process (for everyone) more enjoyable! Tabulation details are under the read-more.

Take your time, and and listen more than once if you wish. Please pay attention to which group you have been sorted into. The songs are (“Song title”, composer and lyricist, film title):

GROUP A

“Can You Imagine That?”, music by Marc Shaiman, lyrics by Scott Wittman and Marc Shaiman, Mary Poppins Returns (2018)

Performed by Emily Blunt, Pixie Davies, Joel Dawson, and Nathanael Saleh

Shortly after Mary Poppins (Blunt) becomes the governess for the Banks children (Davies, Dawson, and Saleh), she draws a bath after the children have covered themselves in dirt. The bath, however, is infused with Mary Poppins’ signature magic, leading to a fantastical segment.

“Detroit”, music and lyrics by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman, The Happiest Millionaire (1967)

Performed by John Davidson and Lesley Ann Warren

(partial use in film)

Lovebirds Cordy Biddle (Warren) and Angier “Angie” Buchanan Duke (Davidson in his film debut) have been discussing their future together. Angie does not want to inherit his father’s tobacco business - instead wishing to head to Detroit to be a part of the automotive industry (the film is set in 1916, as the city was booming because of the auto industry).

“Gay Paree”, music by Henry Mancini, lyrics by Leslie Bricusse, Victor/Victoria (1982)

Performed by Robert Preston

In this musical, Carroll “Toddy” Todd (Preston) is a gay performer at the Chez Lui nightclub in Paris. This songs appears shortly after the opening credits and a short introductory scene. The use of the word “gay” in this song may be interpreted however you wish.

“Honolulu Baby”, music and lyrics by Marvin Hatley, Sons of the Desert (1933)

(Initial performance) / (brief reprise) / (non-film version)

First performance by Ty Parvis; reprise by Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy; full non-film version by The Beau Hunks

Laurel and Hardy have tricked their wives into believing they have taken a Hawaiian cruise rather than attending the national meeting of a fraternity known as the Sons of the Desert - their wives disapprove of the latter for reasons that give away too many jokes in one of the best (and funniest) films I saw all year. The reprise is part of a joke that I’d also rather not spoil.

“I Dug a Ditch”, music by Burton Lane, lyrics by Lew Brown and Ralph Freed, Thousands Cheer (1943)

Performed by the Kay Kyser Band, Kathryn Grayson, Georgia Carroll, Harry Babbitt, Sully Mason, M.A. Bogue, and chorus

NOTE: An entirely separate song, “Should I”, is integrated from 3:04-3:36.

Apologies for the text overlaying the video. The second half of Thousands Cheer is essentially an elaborate revue musical performance for American World War II troops in which the film’s initial pretense of attempting a story is entirely dropped. “I Dug a Ditch” is one of the songs appearing in the film’s second half.

“(I’m Gonna) Love Me Again”, music by Elton John, lyrics by Bernie Taupin, Rocketman (2019)

Performed by Elton John and Taron Egerton

This is the first song played over the end credits of this biopic of Elton John. This is John and Taupin’s (John’s songwriting partner through the 1960s-1990s) first collaboration outside the Sherlock Gnomes series for this decade.

“Into the Unknown”, music and lyrics by Robert Lopez and Kristen Anderson-Lopez, Frozen II (2019)

(end credits version)

Performed by Idina Menzel and AURORA; end credits version performed by Panic! At the Disco

Some years after being crowned Queen of Arendelle (which happened at the end of Frozen), Elsa hears an eerie voice calling out to her - a voice that will connect Elsa to her parents’ tragic fate. The voice’s melody will reprise throughout the film’s score.

“The Shady Dame from Seville”, music by Henry Mancini, lyrics by Leslie Bricusse, Victor/Victoria (1982)

(Initial performance) / (reprise to be watched at your own spoiler-y risk)*

Performed by Julie Andrews; reprise by Robert Preston

*watch at your own spoiler-y risk because it gives away the film’s comical musical ending

Victoria Grant (Andrews), after making her Parisian debut playing a man named “Victor” who is impersonating a woman, has become the hit vaudeville act of Paris. This is one of her signature performances. Preston’s reprise - which appears near the film’s conclusion - was done in one take, hence his sweaty and fatigued appearance at the end.

“Trường Tương Tư”, music and lyrics by Leon Le, Song Lang (2018, Vietnam)

Performed by Isaac and Liên Bỉnh Phát

Lyrics in Vietnamese

English translation and context are in the link.

“(Underneath the) Lovely London Sky”, music by Marc Shaiman, lyrics by Scott Wittman and Marc Shaiman, Mary Poppins Returns

Performed by Lin-Manuel Miranda

This is the opening song in Mary Poppins Returns. Lamplighter Jack (Miranda) is turning out the London gaslights as night turns into morning, as he bikes through the city’s streets - filled with indicators of the Great Depression, industrial pollution, and the general overcast weather that tends to be associated with England. Jack reprises the songs a few times across the film and the song is quoted in the film’s score.

Group A participants include: @addaellis, @cokwong, @halfwaythruthedark, @myluckyerror, @phendranaedge, @plus-low-overthrow, @theybecomestories, @umgeschrieben, @yellanimal. Between six to ten others will be participating in this group, including myself and my sister.

GROUP B

“Crazy World”, music by Henry Mancini, lyrics by Leslie Bricusse, Victor/Victoria (1982)

Performed by Julie Andrews

Victoria Grant (Andrews) is a woman playing a man named “Victor” who is impersonating a woman. Victoria, as Victor, has become the hit vaudeville act of Paris. This is Victoria’s first performance as “Victor” not pretending to be a woman. Is your head spinning yet?

“East Bound and Down”, music and lyrics by Jerry Reed and Dick Feller, Smokey and the Bandit (1977)

Performed by Jerry Reed

This is the theme song for this comedy, which also describes the plot somewhat. Smokey and the Bandit is about two truckers - “Bandit” (Burt Reynolds) and “Snowman” (Reed) - who have been offered $80,000 by a rich Texan to pick up 400 cases of Coors beer from Texarkana, Texas and return to Atlanta within twenty-eight hours. In 1977, Coors was only found in the Western U.S. and transporting it across Southern state lines was illegal (giving Coors a mystique in the Eastern U.S.).

“Fortuosity”, music and lyrics by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman, The Happiest Millionaire (1967)

Performed by Tommy Steele

Irish immigrant John Lawless (Steele) is one day off his Transatlantic ferry and is soon to take up a job as the Biddle family’s butler. This is the first song in The Happiest Millionaire, performed shortly after the opening credits. The song is also on the musical rotation for Disney parks’ Main Street and is reprised during the film and quoted in its score.

“Fun and Fancy Free (I’m a Happy-Go-Lucky Fellow)”, music and lyrics by Bennie Benjamin, George David Weiss, Ned Washington, and Eliot Daniel Fun and Fancy Free (1947)

Performed by Dinah Shore, chorus, and Cliff Edwards (as Jiminy Cricket)

Played over the opening credits; the main musical ideas are used a few times in the film’s score. This is Jiminy Cricket’s second appearance in a canonical Disney Animation Studios feature film.

“The Joint Is Really Jumpin’ in Carnegie Hall”, music and lyrics by Roger Edens, Ralph Blane, and Hugh Martin, Thousands Cheer (1943)

Performed by Judy Garland and Jose Iturbi

The second half of Thousands Cheer - where this song is found - is essentially an elaborate revue musical performance for American World War II troops in which the film’s initial pretense of attempting a story is entirely dropped.

“The Next Right Thing”, music and lyrics by Robert Lopez and Kristen Anderson-Lopez, Frozen II (2019)

Performed by Kristen Bell

Anna (Bell) has seemingly lost her friends and her sister at what is the lowest point in the film. Uncertain what to do, she recalls a small piece of advice that leads her forward.

“Nowhere to Go but Up”, music by Marc Shaiman, lyrics by Scott Wittman and Marc Shaiman, Mary Poppins Returns (2018)

Performed by Angela Lansbury, Ben Whishaw, Pixie Davies, Joel Dawson, Nathanael Saleh, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Emily Mortimer, Julie Walters, Jeremy Swift, Kobna Holdbrook-Smith, David Warner, Jim Norton, and company

On a sunny spring day, the Banks family and Mary Poppins go out to the local park to make a day of it. Certain non-lyrical inclusions in this song cannot be explained without spoiling the film. This is the final song of Mary Poppins Returns.

“Sương Chiều”, music and lyrics by Leon Le and Hoàng Song Việt, Song Lang (2018, Vietnam)

Performed by Isaac and Tú Quyên

Lyrics in Vietnamese

English translation and context are in the link.

“Trip a Little Light Fantastic”, music by Marc Shaiman, lyrics by Scott Wittman and Marc Shaiman, Mary Poppins Returns

Performed by Lin-Manuel Miranda, Emily Blunt, Tarik Frimpong, Pixie Davies, Joel Dawson, Nathanael Saleh, and company

After being scolded by their father, the Banks children are taken home by Mary Poppins (Blunt). Along the way, they encounter their friend, lamplighter Jack (Miranda), as they take a lengthy detour. The cycling skills seen in this number are probably anachronistic.

“Woodstock”, music and lyrics by Joni Mitchell, Woodstock (1970)

Performed by Crosby Stills, Nash & Young

This song appears in the end credits to Woodstock - the official documentary film for the eponymous August 1969 musical festival.

Group B participants include: @emilylime5, @ideallaedi, @introspectivemeltdown, @maximiliani, @mindo80, @themusicmoviesportsguy, @nazur, @stephdgray, and @underblackwings. Between six to ten others will be participating in this group, including myself and my sister.

If you have any questions or comments regarding the process or the songs involved, you may contact me at any time in any way you prefer. If you are having difficulty accessing the videos (especially if it is region-locked), please let me know as soon as you can.

Thank you all for being amazing followers and friends, and I thank you for your participation and support for the Movie Odyssey, this blog, and for me personally - no matter how long I’ve known you or in what capacity. I didn’t do as much outreach this year due to personal reasons, but I hope we have a healthy amount of participation. You will all be tagged for the final round regardless of your participation here. If turnout in one group is lagging behind compared to another, I may ask some of the more senior participants to participate in the other group, too. There is no pressure if you can’t do this, everyone. Thank you all again, and happy listening!

TABULATION

This preliminary round uses a points-based, ranked choice method which has been used since the first time I asked friends, tumblr followers, and family to help out. A respondent’s first choice receives 10 points, the second choice receives 9, the third choice receives 8, etc. The winner is the song that ends up with the most total points. This method, for the first time ever, will not be used for the final round. Tiebreakers for above: 1) total points earned; 2) total #1 votes; 3) placement on my ballot; 4) placement on my sister’s ballot; 5) tie declared

[imagination-is-key-in-my-world]

Bump in the Night

Summary: You had just caught your boyfriend Theo cheating on you. While you tried to flee the scene, you were almost involved in an accident with a jeep in the other lane.

Warning: Strong Language. Abuse

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count: 3,780

You couldn't believe that he would do this to you. Driving home with tears running down your face, probably wasn't the wisest decision to make. But you had to get away from him, and fast. Earlier that evening you received a text from your best friend. She told you that it was vital for you to get your arse down to the diner that was close to Beacon Hills police station.

Her text message was brief, but she did say that it was something that you wouldn't want to be told by text. That is was something you had to see for yourself. Instantly, you expected something bad. But nothing prepared you for what your eyes latched onto the minute you pulled up in your car. Your heart shattered beyond repair. Your long term boyfriend of four years, Theo Raeken, was smooching some girl in your usual dim lit booth. Too busy to even notice you standing at the edge of their table with a pained look in your eyes. “How could you, Theo?” You couldn't give him the opportunity to spout some cliché lies. Turning around almost as quickly as you appeared, you fled from the diner entering your car. It was clear to you what he was doing, you knew that and he knew that. You couldn't forgive him, you wouldn't no matter how much you wanted to have him hold you just one last time.

**

Driving home, it began to rain quite vigorously with the addition of the impact from the hail stones hitting the windsheild. The rain was coming in hard and fast almost as fast as the tears that were wiped away, were replaced with new ones.  It wasn't as if you looked adorable while you were crying, like how it is portrayed in music videos. At that exact moment you could have auditioned for the part of Emma in Glee. You could have re-enacted the scene where she was balling her eyes out in her car while singing badly to the song 'All by Myself' as it rained outside. At least you were not stupid enough to attempt sending a text message, or reach for you phone when it rang. Theo, obviously being the caller trying to contact you to explain. Ignoring the phone, you weren't in the right state of mind to hear the lies that he would make up to justify his actions. Your eyes drifted from the road to the button on your dashboard, trying to turn on the cold air in the car. You only hoped it would stop you from crying for a little while. At least long enough to get home safely. The instant your eyes were taken off of the road, there was a loud honk. Snapping your attention back to the road. Your car had edged towards the right, entering the opposite lane of traffic. Panic flooded your heart as you gripped onto the steering wheel, sharply turning it to the left to get out of the way of the jeep. Unfortunately for you, you had over turned your wheel which resulted in your car ending up colliding with a nearby road sign. So much for your idea of turning the cold air on. Getting out of the car, you thought it would be best to survey the damage to the vehicle. Lucky enough for you, there wasn't much external damage. However, what worried you the most was the large quantity of steam seeping out from under the closed hood. “No, No, No!” You screamed, “I do not have the money to fix this right now!” Feeling the strongest urge to kick the shit into the car as if it was the cars fault for what happened to it. Holding back when you knew that it would only result in more damage that you would have to pay to fix. While you were busy screaming at your car, the jeep had parked up safely at the side of the road, watching the show play out. Finally having his fill of whatever it was you were doing. The driver of the jeep decided to come over to access the situation. Honestly, he was coming over to make sure that you weren't drunk. From what he had already seen that night, you couldn't blame him. You were screaming at your car. “Dad is going to fucking kill me!” You were too busy ranting and pacing back and forth that you hadn't seen the dark headed figure approach you. “Fucking hell, he is going to freak.” You said while pulling at your long hair. There was the sound of a twig being snapped in half as it had been stepped on. This made you jump and finally notice the boy standing in front of you. “Shit!” You surveyed the situation and clocked onto the jeep parked a few meters away from your own car. “I'm so sorry Mr, I normally really careful when it comes to driving. I understand if you -” “Rough night?” The headlight on your car illuminated your face which drew his attention to your mascara stained cheeks. Noticing that you were in some distress, he let go of some of the anger that he may have been holding on to. “Rough life!” You corrected. He glanced over at your car, identifying the damages and stating to you that there was an easy solution. He simply opened up the hood, releasing a cloud of steam, before he ran off to his jeep.

**

For that very brief moment that you had been left alone, your mind wandered back to Theo and that girl. You felt sick, you never thought that he was the type of boy that would do this to you. Although your friends did try to warn you, you didn't want to listen. But no one tried as hard to make you see sense like your brother, Isaac. He knew Theo Raeken was bad news, only he wouldn't tell you why. Isaac went to Beacon Hills high school, while you were forced by your dad to go to an all girls school. Stating that, 'that way you wont get distracted by your female urges. Like the little slut you are.' Isaac was barely ever home any more, he would often rush off in the middle of dinner, claiming that there was a last minute study group being held in the library at school. You knew that there was something off about his excuse, but you dismissed it. He always used to take the brunt of your fathers punishments since you were younger, but you were also known to feel it too. This was why you never blamed him for trying to get out of the house as much as he could.

**

“Really duct tape.” The boy was waving it around like it was the cure for world peace. “How on earth is duct tape going to save me a shit ton of money and fix my car in the process?” Popping his tongue, he got to work on your car. Already, noticing the difference in the quantity of steam being released from the radiator. By the time that he had finished, there was barely anything. “You have no faith in the strangers you almost kill, do you?” Slamming the hood of the car shut. He held his oily hand out to you, “Stiles Stilinski.” You shook his hand while trying your best to smile. After everything that had happened that night, you didn't think that it was going to be possible. And yet there you were, smiling with you teeth showing and everything, grateful for his help. “Y/N,” you said back. “Right Y/N, don't be getting yourself into any more accidents. But if you do..” he placed the roll of duct tape around your wrist as if it were a precious bangle, “.. this bad boy has gotten me out of a lot of expensive engine work. Use it wisely.” Laughing at his sarcastic tone, and overall personality, you accepted the gift. “Hopefully there shall not be another incident. But I am sure I will always have this beautiful life saver on hand for if the time comes.” Stiles got into his jeep and fled the scene. Now all that was left for you to do was to somehow book your car into the garage and fix your front headlight before your father noticed it was broken.

** Time Jump **

Isaac!” You screamed as he picked you up and swung you around the kitchen, “get off of me you big doofus.” Isaac was the first person you told the good news to, and this was his reaction. You had been accepted into Yale University on a full scholarship. “No, I am too proud of you to obey your demands.” He chuckled but placed you down anyway. “You are going to be the best lawyer the world has ever seen.” Only a year and a half older than Isaac, you often found that he acted more like the older sibling. Protecting you from anything and everything that he could, beside your father of course. When people would meet the pair of you, they would often assume that he was older just based off of the way that he behaves around you. That and the fact he towered over you by a whole foot. “Have you told dad yet?” Your eyes instantly rolled at the mention of his name, “you know he wont be happy if he is the last to find out.” He was right, he was always right. Thinking about it, it would probably be easier to count the times that Isaac was wrong compared to when he wasn't. However, it wouldn't be as simple as it would be for most families. For most 'normal' families the child could just rock up and say 'hey guys I just got into my dream school on a full scholarship' and have them scream excitedly at how happy they were for them. Your family was far from normal. The day that you told your father that you broke up with Theo, evidently wasn't the day of the incident, he was anything but compassionate for his daughter that was hurting. Claiming that 'shit like this happens. Get over it already.'

**

For two days, you tried to ignore Theo's calls and messages. Hoping that he would get the hint and just go away. But then he took it upon himself to come to your house and confront you to your face. Beg you almost to take him back. Isaac had to throw him out, which became a regular occurrence for those two days. Eventually, you did arrange to meet with him. But not to take him back. You wanted to end things, officially. You brought a box of his belongings that he had stashed about in your house and took it to the park. Surprisingly enough, you felt as though meeting that day and handing over the remainder of the constant reminders of him, had given you something back. Closure. Since that day, you have had no contact with Theo, meaning you were constantly stuck at home, day in and day out with your dad.  Which your constant general presence pissed him off. Meaning his actions and punishments became more inventive than just the freezer. For about half a week, he wouldn't let you eat. Although, he would still cook for you. Only to take it away from you and drop the contents of the meal onto the floor. He stopped when he had noticed how weak you had become, worried that he was going to have the school on the phone calling him out for child neglect. Therefore, he had to change his methods of punishment. Limiting you to a 5 minute cold shower every night, no hot water was allowed. Every morning you tried to get up early enough so that you could get to school and use the showers in the locker room before lessons started. You never actually found out why he was so pissed off with having you around in the evenings. Honestly, you were too scared to ask him. Fearing that it would only get worse.

**

“Dad?” Walking into the living room, you noticed that he had a mug of coffee instead of a glass full of whiskey. You signed, a good sign, hopefully, “There's something I've got to tell you.” At first he barely even glanced at you. Part of you thought that it would be better that way. But you also wanted to see if he was proud of your achievement. “You better not be pregnant!” “No dad, I'm not. Actually it's about Yale.” Pausing you scanned his face to see if he had any clue where this was going.. he didn't. “I got in, on a full scholarship.” Russling the paper he was holding. “Okay.” His head dropped back down to read the sports section. Isaac was waiting for you in the kitchen. Reading your face, your expression said it all. “Not happy huh?” You poured some juice from the carton into a stray glass from the sink. “Nope.” Popping the p, “he actually didn't seem bothered. Like he didn't care.” “Strange.” Isaac pulled out his phone and started texting. “We need to celebrate though. My friend Scott said that he has a free house tonight. I asked if it were possible to have a little party to congratulate you.” “I don't even know a Scott, Isaac.” You whined as he grabbed his lunch from the fridge. You weren't a party person anyway, let alone a party full of people that you didn't even know. “McCall.” He called as he ran to the door, late for school yet again. “Be ready by 7 tonight.” McCall? why did that name ring a bell?

** Time Jump **

Isaac looped his arm around yours as he walked you up towards Scott's house that was bellowing out loud music. “You are going to love Scott.” “Am I?” You ask curiously, “'cause if he throws these things every weekend, I don't think I really will.” Isaac nudged your shoulder with his own, chuckling as he did so. “Funny. You're going to lose that sense of humour when you start mingling with all those posh academics in Yale.” Poking him right in the ribs exactly where you knew he hated it. “Hey, I am not changing for anyone!” Stepping through the threshold into the raver, your nostrils filled with the mix of teenage hormones, sweat and alcohol, 'Ooh fun.' You said sarcastically to yourself.   “Hey Scott!” Isaac called out into the crowd of people. You could have sworn that the boy who came jogging over to both of you moments after the name left his lips, wasn't anywhere near you to hear him. And yet here he was. “You must be Y/N, Lahey's sister?” He held his hand out to you and you hesitantly took it, shaking it. “Actually, Lahey here.” Slapping your sibling on the back playfully, “is actually my brother. That's how it works when you're the older sibling.” Scott stared at you stunned, grinning after replaying your choice of words in his head. “Sarcastic? I like it. I think I might actually have someone here who you should totally meet.” Scott then ran off into the crowd of drunks. Within seconds, Scott was back in front of you, holding a smug look on his face, clearly proud of himself. “Found what you were looking for did ya?” “Yes, of a matter of fact, I did.” He slung the dark haired figure who was stood behind him, and pushed him towards you as if he was handing over a crying baby back to the mother. “Y/N this is -” “Stiles Stilinski.” You finished trying to pick your jaw up from where it was hanging open. “Y/N.” He said the exact same time as his name left your lips. “Um, yeah. You two already know each other?” Scott asked quizzically. You hadn't seen him since that day six months ago. “More like some road side assistance on my part.” Leaving out the part where you almost killed him, which lead to the road side assistance that you needed in the first place. “Duct tape?” Scott asked you, already knowing full well that his assumption was right. “Ah! Well enjoy you two!” Scott left with Isaac to 'socialise.' “So uh. Hi again.” You were nervous,which shocked you as you rarely get nervous. “Sorry for almost killing you and stuff.” “Don't worry about it. Hey I almost die everyday.” You furrowed your eyebrows trying to figure out what he meant by it. “Do you mind if I ask you a serious question?” Handing you a red cup filled half way with a questionable alochol. You nodded. Taking a sip from his magic cup of courage, “That night, you said you had a rough life. Um..” He trailed off as he thought about what was the best way to finish. “You know about my dad don't you?” He slowly nodded. “At the time I didn't know you were a Lahey. I only just put everything together.” Stiles eyes skimmed over your hand that was resting on the counter. At first you thought he was going to take it  to comfort you, but he didn't. “Was that why you were so upset that night. Did it get bad?” Shaking your head, you brought the cup up to your lips. Your throat suddenly dry. “That night, I had caught my boyfriend Theo cheating on me. I knew I shouldn't have driven home, I'm so sorry.” “Theo Raeken? Tall, weird looking, not toned or well built at all and just in general really annoying?” Surprisingly that was the first time since the break up that his name came up and your initial reaction wasn't to cry. In fact, you shocked yourself when a small giggle left your lips. “Wow, it's almost like he is here. Perfect description Stilinski.”

**

As the party went on behind you, you and Stiles zoned out as you tried to get to know each other a little better. You learned quite a few things about him, completely forgetting that you were at a party. That was until Isaac switched off the music and held his hands up to cup his mouth. Making a lot of the teenagers groan at the loss of music. “Can we all put our hands together for my beautiful intelligent sister. Well done Y/N on getting into Yale!” His voice bellowed through the room. Your cheeks burned red as everyone turned to you and congratulated you. People that you didn't even know coming up to you as you made your way through the crowd, trying to get to your brother. “Isaac! Come -” You called over to him but he was busy talking to Scott. You were interrupted when you felt arms wrap around your middle. You felt sick as soon as you saw those arms, they were all too familiar. Squirming in his arms to try and get away from him, you cried for him to let you go. When he didn't you had no other choice but to kick him where it hurts. His arms falling from you almost instantly. “Isaac!” You screamed. The crowd around you had stopped chattering to watch the scene act out in front of them. Within a matter of seconds Isaac picked up Theo from the floor, closely joined by Scott. They dragged his limp drunk body and escorted him out of the property. “What did you think this was going to prove?” You wanted to walk over to your brother, but Stiles delicately held onto your hand. “Probably best to leave them to it.” Isaac was never violent, and he wasn't ever going to be. He knew all to well what it was like to have the shit kicked into him. All you could do was watch as you brother and his friend confronted your ex. “You did this. It's your fault, you broke my sister's heart, and now you've broken yours too.” You didn't quite catch on as to why Isaac believed that this would break Theo's sister's heart as she had died a long time ago when they were only children. Perhaps in an emotional state, Isaac didn't think of the right words before it was too late. “Let me just talk to her.” Theo slurred as he tried to pick himself up from the grass. Isaac looked back at you and you shook your head. “Sorry Theo, she doesn't want you here. Now leave.” You had never seen Theo scared or upset. But with Scott and Isaac standing over him. The expression on his face was a mixture of both. You grabbed Stiles' hand from his side and dragged him back to the house. “You deserve better than him you know?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you clearly did not understand what he meant. “Theo! You deserve better than him.” “How so?” He was nervous which made you laugh a little. “You shouldn't have to take shit from anyone. Not him or even your dad. If they cannot see how special you really are then fuck them. I'd rather spend my life being true to who I am, than be someone who everyone else wanted me to be. I wouldn't let anyone treat me like a punching bag, or just someone they can treat like shit because they call themselves my father. Life is too fucking short to sit back and let that happen.” You waited for another joke form Stiles, but it never came. In fact something surprising happened. You actually listened to every word and understood. “You're right Stiles. There is more to you than just a pretty face.” You squeezed his cheeks as you playfully mocked him. “Yeah a pretty face that you almost mangled six months ago.” Just like that Stiles was back in the room. “About that. It's about time I made it up to you. Name something and I'll do it.” He placed a finger to his chin as if he was deliberating. You smacked his arm. “Come on Stiles!” “How about we go to the fair this weekend?” “Okay?” You say confused at his answer. “That way we can go on the dodgems. It will be just like old times!” Both of you burst out laughing. You knew that you would never be able to live that down.

[dustedmagazine]

Listed: Woven Skull

Image Credit: Edel Doherty

In 2008, the core trio that make up Woven Skull began gathering together in the home of two of the members, set deep in the bogs and forests of County Leitrim: an empty, sparse area in the northwest of Ireland known for its myths of shee, tales of lake monsters, and calls of otherworldly beings in the still of the night. Several years experimenting with combinations of instrumentation, kitchen utensils, seashells, footsteps, chimes, recordings of cats purring and frogs mating led to their current sound which combines densely propulsive guitar, distorted mandola and endless cyclical rhythms. Woven Skull strip and scrape what they can out of minimal instrumentation to teeter on the brink of total sonic meltdown creating engulfing, raw primal drones and damaged rock manoeuvres. This sound draws on the influences of the combined backgrounds of the trio with Aonghus (guitar) and Willie (percussion) born and bred in Dublin and Natalia (mandola) born in Ukraine and raised in Baltimore, Maryland. Of their most recent LP, Isaac Olson wrote that it was, “More serious than Sun City Girls and more playful than Bardo Pond... a great introduction to your new favorite cult band.”

A selection of sounds that we brought to listen to in the van during our last tour.

Agathe Max—Gypsy In a Church (Greasy Trucker Records)

A Gypsy In A Church by Agathe Max

Agathe Max and I first met when we shared a bill at a Baba Yaga's Hut gig in London. She was with her duo Mésangeand I became completely bewitched by her playing. Live, whether with a band or on her own, Agathe creates a mesh of violin magic mixed through a mastery of pedals. No action seems superfluous. Her violin bow might thump off the neck during a section that is fed into a loop and you wonder if it was maybe an accident only to find that the build up of the rhythm created by that slight thump singularly drives the whole next passage. It is meticulous. The Gypsy in a Churchalbum is Agathe solo and acoustic with two long improvised tracks. It came out on cassette in 2016 on Bristol's Greasy Trucker Records. Side A is recorded in Bristol in St. Thomas's church and Side B is from St. Leonard's in London. The spaces creep into the recordings. It makes good driving music because you get lost in time as the violin bounces around the church walls and suddenly the day has faded, twilight is spilling across the sky and and that night's venue is just around the corner. (Natalia)

Patrick Farmer & David Lacey—Pell-Mell the Prolix (caduc. Recordings)

Pell-Mell the Prolix by Patrick Farmer & David Lacey

A really tightly structured, interruptive and continually surprising concrète-ish composition by this duo of percussionists. Beautiful wood-block and dub segments deserve a mention. I found ‘Pell Mell’ to be more accessible than their earlier recording ‘Pictures of Men’ (equally worth checking out but perhaps more dense and angular in places). Ephemera of personal obsessions lumber up against indistinguishable rumblings, a passage is carved between the figurative and the unknowable. (Aonghus)

Chrissy Zebby Tembo & Ngazi Family—My Ancestors (Mississippi Records)

When you're stuck in traffic on the M1 between Brighton and any other part of the UK and you start to wonder why in the hell did we come to this country on a bank holiday, it's time to fire up the dashboard kettle, make a press pot of joe and throw on some Classic 'Zamrock' from 1974. This is hard rock coming straight outta Zambia, thankfully made available on vinyl at an affordable price courtesy of Mississippi Recordsin Portland, Oregon. This has become one of my Desert Island records. Sabbath infused riffs dipped in some 13th Floor Elevators psych with an explosiveness that's purely African. Before you know it, three tightly packed lanes of English Midlands holiday makers turns into three lanes with one else around. (Willie)

Tadlaouia—moul el koutchi rouicha et tadlaouia

I like to play the same albums both in the shower and in the van. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe these activities send me into the same zone? This tape gets a lot of listens in both places. I love the melding of Tadlaouia's voice with Mohamed Rouicha's string playing action. I know nothing of Tadlaouia aside from this album but I keep on eye out cause I’d love to hear more. I picked this tape up at a stall stacked floor to ceiling with cassettes. I choose it purely based on the cover. It coulda gone either way but sure, look at that shimmer in her smile. You know it's gonna be gold. (Natalia)

Angharad Davies, Tisha Mukarji & Dimitra Lazaridou-Chatzigoga—Outwash (Another Timbre)

Three super-focused improvisations for violin, piano and zither. Shimmering drones and creaks set against more melodic playing. Moves slowly from one area to another, acoustic instruments sound like electronics and at other times like themselves. Angharad Davies played at the same festival as us a few years back, performing a piece which consisted of her bowing a single tone while gradually unwinding the string accompanied by a really subtle tape element (or that’s what my hazy memory tells me), ruled! (Aonghus)

Miles Davis—On The Corner (Columbia Records)

Raw minimalist soul funk jazz. Totally stripped down. Enough hi-hats and trumpet wah wah pedal to keep you fuzzed out and yer head boppin'. It is such a ballsy record. But then again, Miles could get away with anything. Perfect for a morning drive on tour to get the brain aligned when you don't know what the day will bring. (Willie)

Creedence Clearwater Revival —”Sinister Purpose”

When in a vortex of stalled traffic that makes me feel like my life is melting into nothing in front of me, I like to put Sinister Purposeby Creedence on repeat (though, in fairness, any Creedence will do). Everything always just seems better then. And should the traffic never end and the van never move again, well at least there's Jon Fogarty to sound out our impending demise. (Natalia)

Bob Dylan—Self Portrait (Columbia)

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I’ve been listening to ‘Self Portrait’ a lot over the past while. I’m not hugely knowledgeable about Dylan even though I’ve heard a lot of the oeuvre over the years. A cursory google before I wrote this text tells me it’s regarded as one of his worst... not so sure about that. Opens with the sublime “All the Tired Horses”... Dylan himself not singing on it kinda blew me away as an idea for an opener when I first heard the album. Gets into weird country crooning... his version of “Days of 49” is another highlight. Things get patchy and weird but whatever... the “Blue Moon” cover is pretty funny. I’m second-guessing myself having just seen all the negativity surrounding it and started to spin “Blonde on Blonde” just to check... nah... I still think it’s good! (Aonghus)

Samandtheplants—Flaming Liar (Them There)

Flaming Liar by Samandtheplants

A few different names and guises flock from the incredible studio of musician, artist and producer Sam Mcloughlin. This album as samandtheplantsis such an absolute joy that you can have it on repeat for hours and it gets more interesting. Two disc set of almost purely vocals and harmonium. Very lo-fi, raw and total magic. Sam's Lancashire accent coming through and adding a genuine feel to the recordings as real English folk music without it sounding too twee or dated. I'd advise anyone to go looking for Sam Mcloughlin's work, including his sound sculpture work and his N. Racker project. (Willie)

‘Fort Evil Fruit’ Cassette Label

We here at Woven Skull are all big fans of Fort Evil Fruit. Label boss Paul has a keen ear for what's what. It's handy to stock up on all the newest FEF releases before a tour and gradually listen through them while zoning out on the revolving landscape outside the window. One of my favorite things that came out on the label in the last few years was Crevice’s debut album. The trio from Cork all play in a variety of other bands and solo projects, run labels, have radio shows and add to the general awesomeness of Cork City. Roslyn Steer's vocals on Black Box kept swirling around inside my brain for weeks after first hearing this so listener beware! It’s catchy business. (Natalia)

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Near West Palm Beach FL

Events

No matter what season you plan to visit West Palm Beach, you’ll surely have an enjoyable time here. There are a lot of annual events that cater to people looking for a gastronomic adventure. The Palm Beach Food and Wine Fest showcases the world's most renowned chefs and wine industry leaders. Here, you can get to taste the wonderful creations of food legends such as Elizabeth Falkner, Jeff Mauro, and Robert Irvine. Another yearly celebration in this city is the Sweet Corn Fiesta. This event features locally grown and harvested sweet corn along with live music and activities your kids can join. There are also fun competitions for all. When in West Palm Beach, you wouldn’t want to miss the SunFest. Held annually every May since 1982, this event is considered Florida’s largest waterfront music and art festival. In fact, it welcomes more than 130,000 visitors every year. Not only you get to enjoy music from various bands but also take delight in local artists’ works. A huge selection of food and drinks are also available.

Decypher Technologies

Part of this company's managed service is providing your clients the connection they need. No matter what kind of business you own, let Decypher Technologies handle your technology needs. With CCTVs installed at your business, you can keep an eye on your customers and assets. This ensures that your customers as well as your business, itself, is protected. The company can have your cameras installed with analytic technology to know how you can better interact with your customers and how it can generate more sales. This company can also work on getting your business a digital signage. This is helpful for your business as it attracts potential customers. Lastly, the company can provide a technology wherein your customers can pay and you can get their payments easily.

South Florida lawmaker makes push for law banning texting, holding phone while driving

Florida drivers could soon be required to drive “hands-free," which means no texting or holding your phone while you drive. Bluetooth would be okay if a new law proposed this week is passed in Tallahassee next year. Right now, in Florida, texting is a secondary offense. You can’t get pulled over for it. A driver is only cited if they are committing another moving violation, like speeding or running a stop sign while texting. Read more here

In Florida, vehicle drivers may be required to drive “hands-free”. This means that vehicle drivers are required not to text nor hold their phone while driving. If a new law is passed in Tallahassee next year, then using Bluetooth would be okay. Texting is a secondary offense for vehicle drivers in Florida. In fact, you can get pulled over for it. However, this depends on the situation, like if you are texting and run over a stop sign. Rep. Emily Slosberg, a Democrat representing District 91, says that this has been an epidemic on our roadways. Each driver seems to be texting and driving – distracted by their cellphones. In 1996, Slosberg lost her sister due to a car crash. She wants to ensure that nobody will endure this kind of accident anymore, that is why she filed the “hands-free law”. She is optimistic that this law will pass due to the Senate majority leader's similar action of filing this bill.

Singer Island in West Palm Beach, FL

Singer Island is a peninsula located on the Atlantic coast of Palm Beach County, Fl. It is an oceanfront neighborhood that features seven miles of pristine, white sand beaches along with upscale resorts and hotels. Not only you get the swim in clear waters but you can also experience kayaking, paddleboarding and other water sports activities. This island was named after a developer in Palm Beach – Paris Singer. He is the son of the Singer Sewing Machine magnate Isaac Singer. In here, visitors can visit several parks and marinas. The island also has various hiking and biking paths. Get ready to taste specialties from Florida and other food selections at the restaurants nearby. After a tiring day, complete your vacation by having a spa, massage, facial and other types of treatments.

Link to map

Driving Direction

15 min (7.4 miles)

via FL A1AAlt N

Best route

Singer Island

Riviera Beach, FL 33404, USA

Take Park Ave to Blue Heron Blvd

38 s (0.1 mi)

Take US-1 N, Northlake Blvd and FL-811 N/FL A1AAlt N to Burns Rd in Palm Beach Gardens

13 min (5.9 mi)

Turn left onto Burns Rd

3 min (0.9 mi)

Use the right 2 lanes to turn right onto N Military Trl

v 59 s (0.4 mi)

Drive to your destination

1 min (0.1 mi)

Decypher Technologies

"4440 PGA Boulevard Ste 600,

Palm Beach Gardens, FL 33410"

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