#wmdh

[ultimatetwang]

Found this at the Goodwill in Hickory, NC, last week. Who remembers Ralph Emery's daily syndicated show? The shows were an hour long, and he generally had the same guest all week. This particular episode was for broadcast on March 22, 1979 and the guest was Narvel Felts. I used to listen to this show at night on WMDH, and sometimes on WIRE, when I could pick it up, which wasn't often as the signal at night went mostly northward, iirc. #ralphemery #narvelfelts #wmdh #wire #countrymusic #radio #classic #oldies #UltimateTwang #vinyl #countrymusicsinger #music #realcountrymusic #song #vinyljunkie #45rpm #countryoldies #instagood #lovethis #recordcollector #bestsong #oldcountrymusic #goodmusic #recordcollecting #countrymusichalloffame #singer #classiccountry #78rpm #vinylcollection #records (at Asheville, North Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4MDhA7JF2l/?igshid=1hjdltf8bypas

[dear-chaton]

Someone yell at me to write bc I overbooked myself and I keep signing up for fic exchanges which make me hate myself so just yell at me to write, someone

[theradiodude]

So, doing some educated guesswork, WBZV's transmitter could theoretically be moved from Pittsford to, say, Pioneer with a power boost to cover a greater local area if you make it directional and add nulls toward Saginaw (WIOG) and Muncie (WMDH). That's not hard to design. The difficulty is finding the property or an existing tower to lease space on and getting FCC approval.

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[theflashgrant-archive]

Where My Demons Hide → Granielle

Tagged: Grant Gustin & Danielle Panabaker @hyfdanielle​ Location: Grant’s Apartment Time Frame: Late Sunday Night November 29th Notes: Grant has a nightmare about something that has been bothering him over the past few weeks and finally confides in Danielle about it and breaks down.

Grant had been in a deep sleep when suddenly he was reliving his worst nightmare. He had been dreaming that he was out with a bunch of friends and somehow lost them in the crowd. As he tried to search for them, he found it difficult since he had been drinking and it was hard to pay close attention. The next thing he heard was a voice saying 'Hey' which caused him to turn around, only to get punched in the face by a guy. Soon enough he was surrounded by them all, pinned down as they tried to take his stuff and repeatedly beat the crap out of him until he gave in. "Get out of me," he weakly breathed out, trying his best to fight on. As soon as he got punched square in the face, Grant jumped up out of sleep and started breathing heavily, pushing the blankets off his body feeling suffocated. He had been sweating a lot so he tugged at the collar of the long sleeved shirt he wore to bed and tried taking it off his body, needing some air.

Danielle had a very distinct position in her sleep, laying on her torso in order to be as comfortable as she could. She was on her side of the bed, her head turned towards the middle, and peace had befallen her for the night. However, she had always considered herself a light sleeper, waking up at a sound or a jostle of her frame, and tonight had been no different. Grant was moving erratically beside her and the brunette opened her eyes and shifted to be able to sit up slowly. "Grant, Grant--Tommy", she spoke out, groggy and coarse because of the way she had awoken, but the look of worry on her face didn't go away as easily. "You're alright", she started to press on, pulling the covers up and away from them even further while trying to soothe him as best as she could. "You're alright. Just a dream", Danielle continued, cupping his face while doing so. "You're alright. You're safe."

Grant clutched at his shirt again, taking it off his body and tossing it to the floor so that he didn't feel so hot, even if his body felt like it was on fire regardless. Rubbing his face with his hands, he turned around to see that Danielle was awake, trying to convince him that he was safe and it was just a dream. Even if she was right, he didn't feel that way and when she cupped his face, he couldn't even look her in the eye. Swallowing hard, Grant closed his eyes and tried to take deep breaths, used to dealing with these nightmares alone since no one was ever around when he had them more often right after the attack. Slowly opening his eyes, Grant nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm fine, you can go back to sleep," he whispered.

Danielle shook her head no softly. Grant's outburst had been unnerving, scary even, and it wasn't just fine. Nothing about this had been just fine. The brunette started rubbing his cheeks with her thumbs, brown eyes looking at him softly. Maybe sometimes there needed to be just a little push. "You're not", she whispered out into the room. "Something's bothering you lately and you've held it in for so long, Baby. It's clearly not working. What's going on?" Her tone of voice had been pleading, begging for him to share with her, to hold her in a regard that was worth sharing things with. "Tell me."

Grant blinked a few times as Danielle spoke, knowing he couldn't hide this from her anymore. He had been wanting to tell her about it but he knew once he started talking about it, he'd start feeling all these things he had been trying to avoid and it wouldn't be in his control and that scared him. When she asked him what was going on, Grant looked down for a few moments before speaking. "I don't feel safe," he whispered shakily, blinking back a few tears. "When you've said that I'm safe with you...I've wanted to believe you because I know you mean it but I just...I don't," he choked out, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I thought I would be over this by now. I thought...I'd be able to go to these parties and weddings for my friends and I wouldn't have to worry or be paranoid or feel like someone is after me but I am. And I'm tired, Dani. I'm so fucking tired of feeling like I can't do what I want to do. I'm tired of being scared," he coughed out, crying harder at this point. "Every time I'm out in public somewhere I just get flashbacks to that night. That nightmare felt like I was reliving it all over again," he shuddered, feeling chills down his back. "And I used to have them more frequently when it first happened but no one...was around and I just kept it to myself and now..." He trailed off, his bottom lip trembling as he let out a sob.

Danielle 's heart broke with each passing statement that he had let out. The attack was nothing but a blur to her, having been on the outside looking in during those times, but she remembered the times afterwards when nothing ever really felt normal anymore. Her hands didn't dare to fall from him, wanting to be able to soothe him as best as she could, but ultimately knowing that nothing she could do would fix this. So, she did the only thing she had been compelled to do and wrapped her arms around his frame, pulling him closer to her. "I'm here", she whispered out to him then, holding onto Grant as tight as she possibly could. Danielle hated the fact that she couldn't do much at this point, hated the notion that she couldn't just actually help her boyfriend when all she wanted to do was to be able to take care of him, but she kept her actions and held onto him as he spoke as best as she could.

Grant let himself fall into Danielle's embrace, needing the comfort more than he had been willing to admit over the past few weeks. It had been effecting him more often recently than it had been for a while and he knew it was because after it happened he would seclude himself so these things wouldn't happen, but he didn't want to not be able to do things or go places with Danielle because of it which is why he tried and put himself in the situations anyway. Crying against against her chest, Grant squeezed his eyes shut and knew he was getting her shirt wet, clinging to her tightly as if she would leave, even if he knew she wouldn't. "It hurts so bad," he coughed out. "Physically and emotionally and I just wish it would stop," he breathed out, trying to calm down but failing miserably.

Danielle kept her hands on his back, moving to rub it slowly and in small, circular patterns to try and soothe him. Maybe Grant needed this, needed to let it out as such, but every moment had been so heartbreaking for her. There was literally nothing she could do at this point that would cause something significant to help him. She couldn't put herself in his shoes, not realizing just how it honestly felt to be plagued as such, but she could only just imagine it. "I'm so sorry", she whispered out into his ear, still clinging to him, still holding on to him as if he'd be able to slip from her at any moment. "I wish I could take it away from you, honey. I really do. I want to because you should always feel safe." Her head turned then, pressing her lips to his forehead to be able to do so as such.

Grant rubbed his face against Danielle's shirt to try and wipe the tears away, inhaling shakily as he held onto her tightly. He knew that there was nothing she could do to make this go away but her just being there and holding him when he hadn't gotten that comfort regarding this topic before helped more than she probably realized. "I know," he whispered shakily, closing his eyes and crying against her chest. "I just don't even feel safe in my own room anymore," he breathed out, sniffling and rubbing his face with his hands. "It keeps haunting me and I don't know how to make it go away."

Danielle nodded her head against his, not knowing how to answer; but still wanting to do so to show him that she understood. The pain wouldn't be easy to take away, she knew that. The notion of everything wouldn't be easy to conquer, but she knew that time would be the factor in all of this. When Grant had told her he didn't feel safe in his own apartment, the sanctuary where he should be most of all, her heart broke. Every part of her had become even more exhausted, and she clearly ached for him. All she wanted at this point had been his pain to go away just as he had wanted it. "I know", she said again, inwardly chiding herself for it. Of course he knew that she knew, considering it was the only thing that she could be able to cohere and comprehend. "I'm here. I'll make everything safe. I promise."

Grant felt his head pounding from all the crying he was doing, pulling away slightly to rub his face with his hands. He sniffled again, looking around for a tissue but not being able to find one, letting out a shaky sigh. He knew Danielle was trying her best and had to be in a difficult position, not knowing what to say or do to help. "Thank you," he whispered shakily. "You being here just helps so much. I don't know what else you'll be able to do but I'm just really glad you're here," he said, not wanting to face this alone anymore. Blinking a few times, his eyes felt heavy and raw from crying and rubbing at them so much but Grant knew the last thing he wanted to do right now was sleep and risk the same thing happening all over again. "I don't know what to do right now because I don't want to sleep but I don't want to move either because I just feel...unsettled."

Danielle shifted in her seat in order to be able to accommodate the both of them comfortably. Her hands still went up and down Grant's back to try and soothe him, having just the urge to touch, to hold, to feel as though she's doing something in order to be able to help him as such. The quiet that enveloped her had not been settling, thoughts going through her mind at all speeds in order to figure out what to do, what to say. All she had urges, needs, to do had been to been all that she carried out in doing so. "Lay with me", she offered out to him when he said he had no idea what to do. "Just let me be with you. We don't have to sleep, we don't have to do anything. Just let me be here for you, please." Her arms were still wrapped around him while she pulled him to lay with her, on her side and nuzzling her head into his back in spooning position.

Grant looked at Danielle shyly when she said to lay with her, nodding as she continued to say they didn't have to do anything but she wanted to be with him and be there for him. Slowly laying down with his head against the pillows, he leaned on his side and let Danielle lay behind him, smiling as she wrapped her arm around him and kept him close. Grant closed his eyes as he felt her head against his back, tears rolling down his cheeks against as they laid there. "I love you," he whispered shakily, placing a hand on her hand that was around his waist, shuddering slightly as he felt chills on the back of his neck.

Danielle started moving her hands against his torso then, eyes wide awake at this point. She kept quiet, just laying in the moment and letting it linger about them before she brought her frame in closer towards Grant. She heard his words, forever grateful in order to hear them speak as so, and pressed her lips to his upper back in order to show him her gratitude. "I love you too", she whispered out at this point, still making her actions well known, but still peppering small kisses along his back. "I know you might not get any sleep, but if you want to at least try, know that I'll be right here beside you always."

Grant closed his eyes as he felt Danielle's lips against his back, snuggling in closer to her as he tried to grab the covers to pull over them, feeling cold again since he was shirtless and feeling all kinds of emotions. Listening as she spoke, Grant nodded and squeezed her hand gently, bringing it up to his lips so he could kiss it gently. "Thank you," he whispered. "I don't think I'm going to but I want you to sleep. We have work in like three hours," he sighed, knowing it was going to be a rough day back for sure. Grant played with Danielle's fingers that were against his torso, using it as a distraction and hoping that Danielle would at least be able to sleep for a little bit, feeling guilty he kept her up for as long as he did already.

Danielle hummed her answer, tilting her head back in order to look up at the back of Grant's head. Three hours hadn't been all that bad, and she knew that she wouldn't be going back to sleep as quick as she had done so earlier that night. "We do", she whispered into his back again, hiding the yawn that had escaped her and closed her eyes while doing so. Okay, so maybe she could do with a little bit more sleep; but she wasn't about to leave him as such again. "Don't worry about me", she murmured out again. "I just want you to be okay, baby. No matter how long it takes or how hard it is, I'll be right there." She was probably musing to herself, speaking so low because of the sleep overtaking her, but she meant every word.

[dreamlightyears]

World Mental Health Day, mate!

It's World Mental Health Day. Here's some advice: If you're supporting someone dealing with a mental health issue, ask them what they need. Mental illness isn't a monolith, and folk have different needs and preferences when they're struggling. If you want to hang out, be prepared to tweak plans. They might not feel up to a big night out, but a couple of pints and a chat might be alright. Sometimes even a quiet evening out is too much, so it might be time for takeaway/movies/games. Do your research. The mental health charity Mind has a ton of free resources for loved ones of those who struggle. Don't help too much. Don't make someone feel more useless than they already do. Look after yourself. It can be physically and mentally taxing caring for someone in crisis. You're no help to anyone burnt out, or pushing yourself to the point where your own mental health suffers. Last point: you're awesome. Just acknowledging our issues and wanting to help is a huge deal, in a culture that often treats mental illness as an exaggeration of everyday stresses.

[supitskeegs]

Where My Demons Hide → Self Para

Tagged: Keegan Allen (and Chuck Grant for part of it) Location: Bar Time Frame: Late Wednesday Night Feb 25th Notes: After snapping at Troian, Keegan cracks and goes to the bar to drink away his sorrows feeling guilty and thinking about his dad.

Keegan knew what he was doing was wrong. Everything he had been doing over the past few days was. He had made a wrong decision to let Chuck stay with them, but that was far from his worst choice at this point. This time of year was always hard for him. He missed his dad everyday and this year it just felt even more so because of his book. Keegan was mostly finished with all of his book tours and he couldn't help but wish his father could've been there, going to every single one like his mom did. He wished that his dad could see all the work he come up with, all thanks to his assistance and for giving him that one camera when he was ten years old. Part of it just felt like a waste since he wasn't able to see it, and it made Keegan's chest clench at the thought.

He didn't want to take it out on Troian. He didn't want to take it out on anyone. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't focus on anything else right now. Between the constant bickering between Troian and Chuck and just not being able to deal with his own thoughts, he needed to get out. He couldn't plan his son's birthday party, he could barely focus on himself right now and while he knew he could've explained that to Troian, it was too late and the damage was already done. 

Making the worst decision of all, Keegan went straight to the bar. He needed something to take the edge off and he obviously wasn't in the mood to be talking. Walking inside, he immediately took a seat at the bar and ordered a few drinks. Chugging the first one, he sighed as the guilt rushed to his head. He had been doing so well lately, going through the withdrawals and trying to hold out, but this time he wasn't strong enough. He stayed there for a while just miserably staring at glass after glass, swallowing hard as he tried not to think about what had been bothering him. Feeling his phone vibrate, Keegan looked at it and saw a text from Chuck. Where are you? Keegan sighed, not really in the mood for company, so he simply answered with 'Bar' hoping she wouldn't question him any further. Not getting a response, Keegan assumed she was just going to leave it alone, but it wasn't until he heard her familiar voice that made him look up and groan.

"Nice to see you too, Keegs," She chuckled, taking a seat next to him. "What are you doing here?" He slurred, definitely tipsy and almost drunk at this point. "I wanted to check on you," she replied, ordering a drink for herself. "Well I'm fine and I don't want to talk," he spat out bitterly, finishing off his drink before ordering another one. They sat there in silence for a while, Keegan not really paying attention to anyone or anything around him. He rubbed his face with his hands and looked over at Chuck when he felt her hand on his back, starting to rub it up and down gently. "We don't have to talk. You know that was never our strong point anyway," she whispered, Keegan swallowing hard. "You do know what was, though..." She trailed off, her hand moving to slide underneath his shirt, moving in closer to his face. "Stop," he slurred, pulling away and shaking his head. "I'm with Troian. That hasn't changed," he muttered.

"Aren't you two fighting? Isn't that why you're here?" She asked, still not moving her hand away. "Partly," he replied, taking another sip of his drink. "Just..stop. We're not doing this. I'm not a cheater," he mumbled, taking her hand away from his body and pushing it to her own side. At that point Keegan just wanted to go home but he knew that he couldn't face Troian like this, even if it was the middle of the night and she was probably sleeping by now. "Where are you going? I'm not letting you wander alone," Chuck said, Keegan too drunk and upset to argue. He paid his bill and stumbled off the bar seat, making his way out the door as he started walking with Chuck. It wasn't until the next morning that he realized he ended up sleeping outside for a few hours, Chuck laying right next to him. 

[hoideetoidee]

It is 4am and I'm at the gym because I only like to workout when I have the gym to myself. People shouldn't feel this shitty when they are trying to better themselves.

[ultimatetwang]

One more album find from @kilgor_trouts. Years ago, as in 30 years ago, I was doing overnights and the Saturday morning classic country show at WMDH in New Castle, Indiana. When the show was started (by another air talent before me), one of the listeners donated a bunch of albums for the show, which included several of the old RCA various artists compilations, I think both Victor and Camden editions. This was one of the albums. I haven't seen a copy of this since I left there in 1993, until I found this one, Tuesday. #variousartists #wmdh #newcastle #indiana #countrymusic #radio #classic #oldies #UltimateTwang #vinyl #countrymusicsinger #music #realcountrymusic #song #vinyljunkie #45rpm #countryoldies #instagood #lovethis #recordcollector #bestsong #oldcountrymusic #goodmusic #recordcollecting #countrymusichalloffame #singer #classiccountry #78rpm #vinylcollection #records (at Garden City, South Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwXK6K3gDf_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=168yj60wsbti0

[little-athelia-barton-blog]

Where My Demons Hide || Lina & Athelia

Athelia walked down the brightly lit hallway slowly, scanning the space in front of her. She had her father's bow tight in her grasp, an arrow ready in case she needed it. The hallway was too bright, and the dark door at the end stuck out like a sore thumb. Athelia reached out and pulled the door open, glaring around the suddenly dark room. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her family in the corner, talking. Athelia tried to walk over to them, but her feet stayed stationary. She tried to call out, but she was silent. The bow in her arms lifted up like a ghost was pulling it. Athelia tried, with everything she had, to drop the bow, but her arms wouldn't move, this wasn't her. Just as he father turned to face her, she released the arrow, shooting straight at his chest. She was too good to miss. Her mother caught her father as he fell, and Lina stared at her in horror. Athelia didn't even stop a second before pulling out another arrow and aiming it at her sister. She released it and it hit her in the same spot, sending her to the floor, lifeless. Her mother looked up at her in horror and started pleading with her with tears in her eyes. They wouldn't hurt her, not little Athelia, she was the baby, that's why she was perfect. She pulled out her last arrow and aimed it, and her mother didn't even try to move. Athelia released her final arrow in to her mother's heart and looked at her work. Without another thought, she turned to pull the door open again, but she paused to stare at her glowing blue eyes.

Athelia awoke with a jolt and felt the wetness on her cheeks. She hadn't had a nightmare like that in years. Tears began to stream down her face and she shot up, scaring Marley who was asleep next to her. She couldn't handle this one on her own, this was the worst one in years. Athelia threw aside her blankets and practically ran to her door. She opened it a crack and slid out, heading straight to her sister's room. Even in the dark she knew her way. Athelia turned the knob slowly and opened it. "Lina?" Even saying her sister's name her voice cracked, and a new wave of tears washed over her.

[hoideetoidee]

I was fine. I was fine being alone. I had gotten used to it. I even started to welcome it. Then you had to fucking walk in and remind me of what it feels like to have arms wrapped around my waist and someone asking me how my day was. Then you walked away. I wasn't even in love with you but parts of you reminded me of love. Now I cant go back. I am stuck wanting and missing that feeling. Alone feels so dark again as if loneliness got mad that I cheated on it.

WMDH