#ALL HAIL CLIFFORD

[ghost-of-you]

#5sos #5sosedit #my edit #michael clifford #stage 5sos #the 5sos show tour #im biting at things like a feral dog #this outfit is what kills me #goodbye #also all hail our lord and savior beth.365 #mc

[osthatguy]

Currently working on a BrBa/BCS fic set around 2001.

Chuck and Rebecca are in the midst of separating and he’s still reeling from the idea of Jimmy being a lawyer, so his EHS symptoms are slowly ramping up. Walt is having money troubles after quitting Sandia Laboratories to take more care of Junior with his Cerebral Palsy getting worse, with Skyler also quitting Beneke Fabricators at this time due to the Mr Grabby Hands incident.

Walt secretly attends the courthouse twice a week trawling for a good lawyer. At one point he sees Jimmy defending Kenny the Neo-Nazi but decides against him due to not seeing him as a “real lawyer”. Then, he sees Chuck helping Howard argue a motion and decides they’re perfect. He approaches Howard in the bathroom and asks to talk with him at HHM about a big case, both civil and possibly criminal, to which He agrees. He asks him about fees to which Howard assures him he need only pay an industry-standard deposit and they’ll talk about further fees after they win.

At this time Walt also runs into Mike the parking attendant and they come to blows. Walt eventually pulls the same trick Jimmy does, pushing the button to open the barrier when Mike is distracted and speeding away. But then he realises he needs to get back to the courthouse to talk to Hamlin so he has to take a taxi and hide from Mike as they go in and leave.

That night, Walt reveals to Skyler that he’s going to sue Gray Matter as a Hail Mary. Wrongful termination, intellectual property theft, patent fraud, all the things Jimmy would come up with in Saul Gone. Skyler thinks this is an insane idea and would only serve to drive a wedge between them and Gretchen & Elliot, as well as drown them in fees. Walt tries to assure her, but she comes up with another idea: suing Sandia Laboratories for negligence after that incident with the gas masks she mentions in Cancer Man. Walt reluctantly agrees with that idea instead to make her happy but we all know he doesn’t really mean it.

Walt meets with Howard and Chuck at the HHM building and they get along superbly. Walt outlines what he wants, telling his version of his exist from the company and they agree to take his case enthusiastically, Howard leaving to get the proper forms. With Walt and Chuck sitting in silence, Ernesto enters out of turn and in his rush drops soda cans everywhere. Chuck berates him but Walt calms them down and teaches them the spinning the soda can trick Chuck would go on to teach Howard.

A receptionist calls Chuck out of the room to see Howard and Clifford Main. It turns out Cliff knows Elliot Schwartz and the real story of how and why Walt left and tells them, but they rule to carry on with the suit as it will make a name for them, subtly changing some of the language, dropping the wrongful termination part and resolving to break the news to Walt gently.

However, Walt gets a call from Hank that Junior is very sick and that he needs to hurry home. Chuck offers to walk Walt out, and they get into the elevator to the car park together. It then gets stuck, between the two floors. There’s no cell reception and Chuck remembers there’s no maintenance staff in that day due to a strike (Howard encouraged them to unionise as a PR move).

Chuck can’t touch the landline phone to call the office due to the EHS so he makes Walt do it. He’s told they’re going to make some calls and that they’ll probably be out in an hour or so, meaning they’ll just have to enjoy each other’s company until then.

At first they begin bonding, Walt talking about Junior’s condition and his mother being put into a home, revealing his concerns about being able to provide for his family. Chuck related and talks about his brother’s struggles to start a practise and Rebecca’s unavailability due to a world tour and his work leading to their separation.

However, as the time passes, Walt slowly starts to tear into the concept of EHS, completely deconstructing Chuck’s arguments and delusions. Chuck responds by revealing his knowledge of Walt’s bogus story and begins psychoanalysing him as an arrogant egotist concluding by saying he thinks Skyler can do much better. Offended beyond belief, Walt determines to drop the suit entirely and never work with HHM or anyone named McGill again, which Chuck says is no loss.

Walt has finally had enough and resolves to fix the elevator himself, messing with the wires until the doors open. He crawls through the small opening at the bottom into the car park and leaves. Jimmy watches all of this, as he’s been waiting to pick Chuck up from work. He runs to get some help from a guy he knows and they drive home.

Chuck manages to delude himself into Walt’s scientific expertise being inaccurate or irrelevant due to his personal faults and he and Jimmy laugh about how much of an asshole Walt is.

Calamity with Junior is averted and labelled a false alarm, and Walt double-checks with Marie about EHS being impossible. Walt then vents to Skyler in bed about how much of a dick Chuck is and an idiot Howard is and that from now on he will never speak about this endeavour again or even broach the subject of lawyers to her as long as they live.

We then cut to Walt and Saul in Ed’s bunker during Granite State. Saul’s making himself and Walt tea. As they drink, they start talking about their preferred alcohols, Saul reminiscing for the Moscow Mules and Zafiro Añejos of the old days, while Walt talks up the Dimple Pinch. He mentions his brother-in-law would brew his own lager and Saul mentions how Chuck and Howard would share a Macallan after every big victory, and sometimes Chuck would let him have the rest the next day.

Walt recognises those names and realises this McGill is Jimmy, brother of that asshole Lawyer he got stuck in an elevator with almost a decade ago. He’s surprised he never put 2 and 2 together before. He and Saul share a rare moment of grace shitting on Chuck together before Walt says that, knowing his brother, he’s surprised Jimmy didn’t turn out even worse.

Jimmy feels guilty for ragging on Chuck quite so much and tries to go to sleep. Walt puts the teacups away and is about to call Ed to ask if he has any Whiskey but he’s distracted by a mysterious clicking noise from the water heater.

Credits.

What do we think?

#breaking bad #better call saul #walter white #chuck mcgill #jimmy mcgill #saul goodman #mike erhmantraut #howard hamlin #fanfic #I’ve had this idea in my head for months #Sorry if my descriptions are boring I suck at explaining things #Opinions pls

[illegallyexisting]

THOUGHTS HAVE BEEN GATHERED.

CABARET!!!!!!

Cabaret has to be my favorite musicals, even from someone who isn't all that into them in the first place. I ended up discovering it after I was on a cross-country road trip and "Money" (from the 1998 revival) came on my Spotify and I was ENTHRALLED with it. Then I went onto YT and listened to the rest of the 1998 Revival songs and??? Oh my GOD!!!!! THEY'RE SO GOOD!!!!!

All of the actors and actresses do such a good job projecting their emotions in the songs, even if its something silly like "Perfectly Marvelous" or "It Couldn't Please Me More." It's all done so well, and stuff like the "Tomorrow Belongs To Me" reprise HAUNTS me, even the first one, dear god.

And then I watched the 1993 revival on YT after realizing it is in fact on there, and I was even MORE stunned. It's WONDERFUL and TERRIFYING and OOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!! I feel like it does such a good job differentiating the first act with the second, primarily because most of the first act is just,,,, Silly. Hell, even "Wilkommen" is a simple goof and it is done WONDERFULLY. I love the beginning of it with the drums and cymbal crash to the calm but intriguing beginning, to the introductions of the cabaret girls and boys (and Herrman) and the end of it!!

But Now I'm done talking about the older versions of it (and maybe I will talk about them on another post), its time for me to discuss Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club!

The newest version and one that I actually saw myself! :3

Again, all of the actors and actresses did such an AMAZING job, and so did the orchestra!!! I love Eddie Redmayne as Emcee, Gayle Rankin as Sally Bowles, and Ato Blankson-Wood as Clifford Bradshaw. They are all fantastic as their characters. Okay, yada yada, actors are amazing. The story:

Clifford Bradshaw is a writer hailing from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, wanting to finally find a place or anything- SOMETHING to write about. He eventually meets a man known as Herr Ernst Ludwig and he sets Cliff up to rent out a flat from Fraulein Schneider, and also recommends him to The Kit Kat Club. Cliff ends up going, and meets the one and only Sally Bowles.

I'll summarize it quickly: Everything grows from there. From both Cliff and Sally's rushing passion for each other, to Fraulein Schneider and Herr Schulz's sweet love, and to the inevitability of Herr Ludwig's "politics."

God, "What Would You Do?" is such a powerfully sad number, with Schneider pleading and asking what would Cliff do in her situation? Because he can do what he has been doing, and move. To France, back to his home, to wherever. But what can she do? Someone she loves dearly could be horrifically affected and even killed but what can she do? She can survive as she did through multiple events, but what then? Goddddd it is done so well, I swear.

The ending is absolutely haunting,

(SPOILERS FOR THE NEWEST RENDITION OF CABARET!!!!!)

In "Tomorrow Belongs To Me," Emcee starts singing and rising on the platform in Herr Ludwig's outfit, and the cabaret workers all slowly place small wooden figures, all resembling each other onto the outside spinning stage. They are all in the same, dull, grey-brown work outfit, with nothing differentiating them. At the end of "Finale" and as Cliff is on the train out of Berlin, there are other passengers, all in the same, dull outfit. And as it fully sets in what Cliff is doing, he steps on. Entirely going full circle of the beginning of "Tomorrow Belongs To Me."

(SPOILERS OVER!!!!!!)

The best I have to say about it: it was haunting. It sent chills throughout my body, the end was horrifying and tragic in such a simple looking way.

Cabaret is such an amazing musical and I recommend watching and listening to whatever you find about it. You will not be disappointed.

#cabaret musical #cabaret #musicals #musical #andys ramblees #broadway #cabaret at the kit kat club #the kit kat club

[archivist-crow]

On this day:

EXPLOSION EARTHQUAKES

On December 17, 1896, a "strange meteoric light" traveled across the night sky over Worcester and Hereford, England. It was bright enough to have "picked up a pin" from the ground. A nearby town witnessed a "great blaze" in the sky. Sky explosions and earthquakes accompanied the phenomenon, occurring repeatedly throughout the night and into the next morning. Similar disturbances had taken place in that locale in 1863, 1868, and 1893. In 1893 the brilliant illumination had lasted thirty seconds and was followed by quakes in Llanthomas and Clifford; the performance was then repeated half an hour later and twenty miles away at Hereford. In 1894, in Liverpool, the sky took on a "red appearance," and then an earthquake hit, followed by a rain "black as ink." The rain turned to black snow and black hail, falling for nearly an hour. Five hours later, it fell at Worcester.

The earliest earthquakes and aerial phenomena in Worester and Hereford were recorded in October 1661. Two church wardens published the account in a broadside named A True and Perfect Relation of the Terrible Earthquake. They said that "monstrous flaming things" appeared in the sky, and the town clerk's wife, Margaret Petmore, went into labor and gave birth to three male offspring, all of whom had teeth and spoke at birth.

Text from: Almanac of the Infamous, the Incredible, and the Ignored by Juanita Rose Violins, published by Weiser Books, 2009

#on this day #december #Hereford #earthquake #strange weather #worchester

[project-omori2]

So random question but do you imagine any particular voices for your characters headspace and/or IRL versions?

Good question.

Since the squad's around 16-18 in Headspace, and in their early-to-mid 20s in the real world, their voices wouldn't differ all too much between the two.

If I had to offer possible examples from other media:

Omori/Hail:

[Male] Tiz Arrior (Bravely Default) [skip to about 12:09], though less energetic and with a bit of harshness in his voice.

[Female] Wendy Corduroy (Gravity Falls), though much less cheery/energetic and with a bit of harshness in her voice.

[Non-binary] Either one of the above, or a mix of both.

Kya:

Konoe Kikyō (Bravely Default) [skip to about 8:27], though nowhere near as fast.

Rowan:

Miles Morales (Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse), but with the same emphasis and vigor as a Shōnen protagonist.

Cris:

Emily Elizabeth Howard (Clifford: The Big Red Dog)

Sidenote, you know how OMORI occasionally had those animated cutscenes? I imagine that, if OMORI 2 was a real game, some of those scenes would have voice acting.

There are of course hundreds of other possibilities that I might like more, so if y'all have any suggestions, feel free to share.

#ask #omori 2 #omori sequel #omori #omori fandom #fanmade sequel #omori 2 concept #brainstorm #omori 2 hail #omori 2 omori #omori 2 kya #omori 2 rowan #omori 2 cris #voice headcanons

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"'Don't You Read?' Says Boy in Court When Asked: 'Who Is This Hitler?'," Toronto Star. August 17, 1933. Page 21. ----- John Wood. 17, allegedly one of the swastikas, appeared before Magistrate Browne in men's police court to-day to answer a charge of malicious damage to property and was sentenced $20 or 30 days.

It was charged by the police that he had painted a swastika and "Hail Hitler" on a tool shed at Harrison St. and Roxton Rd.

"When P.C. Houston and myself reached this tool shed last night. there were four young fellows hanging around. As soon as they saw us, they ran off and we only caught fellow after a chase in a garden off Ossington Ave," swore P.C. Clifford Train. "There was white cross a freshly painted on the roof. and this fellow had paint on his hands, and it was white," the officer added. "I questioned him about it and he said. 'There are too many Jews in Toronto, anyway."

"There weren't four of us. There were twelve." Wood said. "The officer is so blind he can't even count."

The boy's mother testified that he . had been a good boy but this featherbrained."

"Who is this man, Hitler, anyway. that you're advertising?" Assistant Crown Attorney W. O. Gibson asked jocularly.

"Don't you read the papers?" the accused replied darkly.

"Not all of them," admitted the crown."

The boy's mother testified that he had been a good boy but a "little featherbrained."

"There will be a conviction." his worship said. "Judging from the demeanor of this young man in court, one can realize the amount of trouble the police have been having with these hoodlums."

#toronto #graffiti #malicious damage #race riot #christie pits riot #christie pits #swastika club #antisemitism in canada #nazi seizure of power #youth in the toils #fines or jail #great depression in canada #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada #hate crime #antisemtism #nazi swastika #police court

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 6.30

296 – Pope Marcellinus begins his papacy. 763 – The Byzantine army of emperor Constantine V defeats the Bulgarian forces in the Battle of Anchialus. 1422 – Battle of Arbedo between the duke of Milan and the Swiss cantons. 1521 – Spanish forces defeat a combined French and Navarrese army at the Battle of Noáin during the Spanish conquest of Iberian Navarre. 1559 – King Henry II of France is mortally wounded in a jousting match against Gabriel, comte de Montgomery. 1598 – The Spanish held Castillo San Felipe del Morro in San Juan, Puerto Rico having been besieged for fifteen days, surrenders to an English force under Sir George Clifford, Earl of Cumberland. 1632 – The University of Tartu is founded. 1651 – The Deluge: Khmelnytsky Uprising: The Battle of Berestechko ends with a Polish victory. 1688 – The Immortal Seven issue the Invitation to William, which would culminate in the Glorious Revolution. 1703 – The Battle of Ekeren between a Dutch force and a French force. 1758 – Seven Years' War: Habsburg Austrian forces destroy a Prussian reinforcement and supply convoy in the Battle of Domstadtl, helping to expel Prussian King Frederick the Great from Moravia. 1794 – Northwest Indian War: Native American forces under Blue Jacket attack Fort Recovery. 1805 – Under An act to divide the Indiana Territory into two separate governments, adopted by the U.S. Congress on January 11, 1805, the Michigan Territory is organized. 1859 – French acrobat Charles Blondin crosses Niagara Falls on a tightrope. 1860 – The 1860 Oxford evolution debate at the Oxford University Museum of Natural History takes place. 1864 – U.S. President Abraham Lincoln grants Yosemite Valley to California for "public use, resort and recreation". 1882 – Charles J. Guiteau is hanged in Washington, D.C. for the assassination of U.S. President James Garfield. 1886 – The first transcontinental train trip across Canada departs from Montreal, Quebec. It arrives in Port Moody, British Columbia on July 4. 1892 – The Homestead Strike begins near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. 1900 – A savage fire wrecked three steamships docked at a pier in Hoboken, New Jersey. Over 200 crew members and passengers are killed, and hundreds injured. 1905 – Albert Einstein sends the article On the Electrodynamics of Moving Bodies, in which he introduces special relativity, for publication in Annalen der Physik. 1906 – The United States Congress passes the Meat Inspection Act and Pure Food and Drug Act. 1908 – The Tunguska Event, the largest impact event on Earth in human recorded history, resulting in a massive explosion over Eastern Siberia. 1912 – The Regina Cyclone, Canada's deadliest tornado event, kills 28 people in Regina, Saskatchewan. 1916 – World War I: In "the day Sussex died", elements of the Royal Sussex Regiment take heavy casualties in the Battle of the Boar's Head at Richebourg-l'Avoué in France. 1921 – U.S. President Warren G. Harding appoints former President William Howard Taft as Chief Justice of the United States. 1922 – In Washington D.C., U.S. Secretary of State Charles Evans Hughes and Dominican Ambassador Francisco J. Peynado sign the Hughes–Peynado agreement, which ends the United States occupation of the Dominican Republic. 1934 – The Night of the Long Knives, Adolf Hitler's violent purge of his political rivals in Germany, takes place. 1936 – Emperor Haile Selassie of Abyssinia appeals for aid to the League of Nations against Italy's invasion of his country. 1937 – The world's first emergency telephone number, 999, is introduced in London. 1944 – World War II: The Battle of Cherbourg ends with the fall of the strategically valuable port to American forces. 1953 – The first Chevrolet Corvette rolls off the assembly line in Flint, Michigan. 1956 – A TWA Super Constellation and a United Airlines DC-7 collide above the Grand Canyon in Arizona and crash, killing all 128 on board both airliners. 1959 – A United States Air Force F-100 Super Sabre from Kadena Air Base, Okinawa, crashes into a nearby elementary school, killing 11 students plus six residents from the local neighborhood. 1960 – Belgian Congo gains independence as Republic of the Congo (Léopoldville). 1963 – Ciaculli bombing: a car bomb, intended for Mafia boss Salvatore Greco, kills seven police officers and military personnel near Palermo. 1966 – The National Organization for Women, the United States' largest feminist organization, is founded. 1968 – Pope Paul VI issues the Credo of the People of God. 1971 – The crew of the Soviet Soyuz 11 spacecraft are killed when their air supply escapes through a faulty valve. 1972 – The first leap second is added to the UTC time system. 1974 – The Baltimore municipal strike of 1974 begins. 1977 – The Southeast Asia Treaty Organization disbands. 1985 – Thirty-nine American hostages from the hijacked TWA Flight 847 are freed in Beirut after being held for 17 days. 1986 – The U.S. Supreme Court rules in Bowers v. Hardwick that states can outlaw homosexual acts between consenting adults. 1989 – A coup d'état in Sudan deposes the democratically elected government of Prime Minister Sadiq al-Mahdi and President Ahmed al-Mirghani. 1990 – East and West Germany merge their economies. 1994 – During a test flight of an Airbus A330-300 at Toulouse–Blagnac Airport, the aircraft crashes killing all seven people on board. 2007 – A Jeep Cherokee filled with propane canisters drives into the entrance of Glasgow Airport, Scotland in a failed terrorist attack. This was linked to the 2007 London car bombs that had taken place the day before. 2009 – Yemenia Flight 626, an Airbus A310-300, crashes into the Indian Ocean near Comoros, killing 152 of the 153 people on board. A 14-year-old girl named Bahia Bakari survives the crash. 2013 – Nineteen firefighters die controlling a wildfire near Yarnell, Arizona. 2013 – Protests begin around Egypt against President Mohamed Morsi and the ruling Freedom and Justice Party, leading to their overthrow during the 2013 Egyptian coup d'état. 2015 – A Hercules C-130 military aircraft with 113 people on board crashes in a residential area in Medan, Indonesia, resulting in at least 116 deaths. 2019 – Donald Trump becomes the first sitting US President to visit the Democratic People's Republic of Korea (North Korea). 2021 – The Tiger Fire ignites near Black Canyon City, Arizona, and goes on to burn 16,278 acres (6,587 ha) of land before being fully contained on July 30.

#Events

[coghive]

[Music] More - Clifford Enobun || @cliffordenobun

For his second single of the year, prolific singer-songwriter Clifford Enobun, joins forces with frequent collaborator, the award winning music producer Dotkeez on this powerful song titled MORE. MORE is a heartfelt song of confession to immerse oneself in the depths and realms of the fullness of God in Christ Jesus. This is one song that would leave you thirsting after God. This is the song of the season, helping to keep one’s focus on God in the midst of the prevailing societal distractions. Having worked together on previous songs like Shout It Loud, Grace… Clifford & Dotkeez showcased their creativity in the sound achieved in MORE. The message of the song is conveyed in a fascinating mid-tempo beat spiced up with breathtaking horns and piano.  MORE is a musical masterpiece and an anointed song… A MUST LISTEN Listen to "More - Clifford Enobun" Below https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SETTr1BFKg Get MORE by Clifford Enobun: https://cliffordenobun.fanlink.to/more Credits: Songwriter — Clifford Enobun  Produced, Mixed & Mastered — Dotkeez  Recording Studio — Claims Media Studio Background Vocalists — Goodness Ekojah, Clifford Enobun Musicians — (Drums)- Busola Tomiwa Adetunji  (Pianos) – Dotkeez (Bass Guitar) – Adebiyi Wonder Samuel (Lead Guitar) – Dotkeez  Photography — Tonye MB  Art Design — Olaniyan Mayowa Lyrics: CHORUS –  I won’t be satisfied  With You there’s so much more  Yes depths and realms unknown  I want more VERSE – I want more of You Wanna be just like You Take me deeper in You And my faith stronger in You Empty myself to You  Release control to You Only You can satisfy  Fill me till overflow BRIDGE – Open up my heart to You Fill me till I overflow  Open up my heart to You Let Your power flow through me  Open up my heart to You Fill me till I overflow Open up my heart to You Let Your Kingdom reign in me About Artiste Clifford Enobun also known by the mononym CLIFFORD is a Nigerian recording Christian/Gospel music artist; a versatile vocalist, songwriter & worship-leader who hails from Benin, Edo state but born and bred in Ibadan, Oyo State on the 13th of May 1993. He is popularly known for his outstanding vocal ability, anointed & passionate music performances. The self-proclaimed church-boy has had an impactful sojourn in music from an early age ministering with several choral groups across the country such as Levites (Christ Ambassadors International College), Hallelujah Voices (RCCG Paradise Parish), NSTHC (RCFUI), Sound of Cedar (RCCG Oyo 4), True Worshippers (RCCG Jesus Academy) and New Wine (Global Harvest Church Agodi). He is the pioneer of the annual music concert tagged “ENCOMIO” in Ibadan and the convener of “A CLIFF CHRISTMAS” concert. Ever since his childhood, his gift and passion for music and art in its totality were never in doubt and it was meticulously nurtured through the music oriented schools he attended. It’s no surprise that his music through the years shows the depth of love and worship for God. He made his debut in 2014 and has released numerous songs and videos, garnering more than a million cumulative downloads and music streams. His 2017 debut Extended Play EP titled ‘Love And Worship’ is tagged as a multi-genre masterpiece by local reviewers who were impressed with the diversity and excellence. He has also steadily built up a huge following online and boasts of more than 15,000 fans across all social media platforms. He is also a medical doctor per excellence, and combines both an ever-demanding music career and hectic professional medical career with such remarkable efficiency. With the need to contribute his quota to the development of the music industry and having learnt from his challenges of being a music artist, he established Hebron Records in the year 2018 to bridge the gap between young, promising artists and the populace and help them achieve the greatest heights in their music career. His musical influences include a variety of artistes: Kurt Carr, Marvin Sapp, The Clark Sisters, Tye Tribbett, Donnie McClurkin, Donald Lawrence, Yolanda Adams, CeCe Winans, Hezekiah Walker, Fred Hammond, William Murphy III, Luther Vandross, Beyonce Knowles, Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson, Jennifer Hudson, Christina Aguilera, Fantasia Barrino, Mariah Carey, Celine Dion & Chilayo. Connect: Website: https://about.me/cliffordenobun/  Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/YouTube: @cliffordenobun Read the full article

#CliffordEnobun

[travelingturtles]

July 21, 2022

Still turtles, still attempting to make our way east, but hey, it’s not easy when every turn is so exquisite, every creek so inviting, every turn out not only an opportunity to let someone pass but an excuse to take yet another picture. We headed northeast of the Kootneys and towards the Canadian Rockies. So far, knock wood, we’ve found a place to camp every place we’ve attempted. Note: if you see a campground that has a “NO VACANCY” or “FULL” sign out front, turn in. I guess campgrounds are looking for inquisitive, “Question Authority”, type folks, because we haven’t been turned away yet… except for the one time when the, oh so friendly Canadian, with mutton chops (haven’t seen those in a dogs age), told us the local “secret” campsite down the road, just past the bridge, next to a dam. We’d been on the road for our limit and decided to take his advise. It was flat…. The train went by many times during the night, but the dam drowned out the train noise which didn’t matter because cars with young kids kept driving in all night, staying for 15 minutes after a walk down a no trespassing sign lane and leaving. What elicit behavior was going on, we’ll never know. Either a quick nooky in the woods, a good weed connection, crack, meth, a visit to a friend being kept in a barn. I slept like a baby, Eddie, not so much….

When we entered the Canadian National Forest, we purchased our good for one year “Adventure Pass”. Good to know that we’re officially on an “Adventure”. Canada says so! The mountains, waterfalls, glaciers (what’s left of them), lakes and trails of this part of the world are stunning. If you come up this way, take the extra time to travel all the way to Jasper. The corridor to get there is breathtaking and coming down the same way isn’t redundant because you see everything in reverse and it’s equally gorgeous.

July 27th, 2022

“Thunder is rolling across the Badlands of South Dakota, but it’s really not so bad, cause I’ve got you” A line of a yet to be written song that came to me a few mornings ago. We never would have thought or planned to wake up on the morning of our 30th anniversary in South Dakota, but we did. I would have imagined Fiji or Malta or Sri Lanka. But “It’s so good in the Badlands, cause I’ve got you”. Somehow, by following Clifford’s nose we ventured from Jasper south to visit our dear mutual friend from over 40 years ago, Stacey (Stanford) Webb in Kalispell, Montana. It was so great to see her, take a yoga class from her, go paddle boarding on Flathead Lake with her, eat delicious meals together and enjoy her gracious hospitality. From there we had planned to head north to Saskatchewan and then due east, but Clifford had other plans, like 4 split CV boots that were discovered when we had a tune-up in Kalispell. Nothing dire and we’re puttering along just fine with plans to have it fixed in Wisconsin where we’ll be in a few days to visit our niece, Jasmine and family. Jumping back to pre-Montana, we crossed the border just south of Ford McLeod, Alberta. This is where Joni Mitchel was born. We just by chance happened upon that tidbit while perusing the web for a campsite. I was so excited, Joni being one of my all time heroines, but upon entering the town, there wasn’t the slightest indication that this was her birthplace and the town was rundown and quite dreary. I felt like finding the Chamber of Commerce (do they have those in Canada?) and telling them to open stores like Miles of Aisles (clothing) and Both Sides Now (record/bookstore) and Circle Game (toy store) and Clouds (laundromat). Instead, after circling the town twice (in 3 minutes) looking for a nice place to stay, we drove on to the border town, Cardston and found a quiet campsite to spend the night after a DQ chocolate covered ice cream cone for dinner (well deserved and disgustingly decadent after a long day). The next day we drove through Glacier National Park along the Going To The Sun Road while it rained and hailed the whole way. We didn’t mind though, having been there about ten years ago. So we reminisced about the mountain goats that we’d seen along and the views…And being Californians, we love the rain whenever we can get it even while in Montana.

After our visit with Stacey and decision to stay closer to main roads due to Clifford’s boots needing mending, we headed south to Missoula where we stocked up at The Good Food Store. True to it’s name, it’s better than any health food store ever!! Better than Arcata’s even. Fully stocked, we drove along the Blackfoot River and found a sweet campsite. Folks were fly fishing and putting in their rafts for a gentle ride down the river. I’m continually amazed by how quickly the landscape changes. One minute we’re winding through mountains peaked with snow and the next we’re passing farms bailing 6’ round bails of hay, then we’re passing sunflower or rapeseed fields and suddenly parched prairie and then jagged mountains that include four presidents and one Crazy Horse immortalized in stone. Mt Rushmore and The Crazy Horse Memorial are well worth the visit. The museum at the latter has an extensive collection of Native American artifacts from all over the continent. We intended to zip through Rapid City, but luckily Eddie has been texting with some pals and as we were driving through the city his phoned “dinged” a message from Jay, “if you drive through Rapid City, you won’t want to miss the store “Prairie’s Edge”. We popped in for a quick peek and two hours later, fully and pleasingly saturated, we left, but not before buying each other copper bracelets for our anniversary. Also, Rapid City has a bronze statue on each street corner of every president. Pretty cool.

We’ll be leaving Clifford at the mechanics in Wisconsin Dells while we fly back to California for Kaelyn and Sashwa’s wedding and to touch in, visit with my mumsie, squeeze our kidlets, get some fuzz therapy from Bijou and our grand dog, Nanu and play with our friends for a couple of weeks and then back to Clifford where our adventure will continue. Stay tuned.

Love to all, Karen

[ghost-of-you]

#5sos #michael clifford #stage 5sos #flashing tw #5sosedit #my edit #mc #the 5sos show tour #all hail our lord and savior beth.365 #5sos should put them in the bus at this point kspakaoakapa #i love arm

[insignificanttang]

I can't believe a dog snuck into Harry's house...😔

#🙃🙃🙃 #it's a joke #larry stylinson #Clifford #louis and harry #louis tomlinson #harry styles #ALL HAIL CLIFFORD

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Les Huguenots (Sydney, 1990, second liveblog): Reactions, Part I

In honor of the fact that April 25 and 26 were the two days during which I watched this for the first time ever three years ago, and as a result this opera is now irrevocably associated with both August (the month in which it takes place) and my birthday in my head.

Anyway, please indulge me as I nerd out over absolutely everything for the next three hours.

ah yes, the overture being cut to smithereens

can we please all take a moment of silence because they picked a still in which he looks like a Muppet

all hail the QUEEN (fun fact: this was actually her final performance in any full staged role so if you watch this then you are witnessing HISTORY)

y’all I just turned 18 yesterday I am trying here

I HAVE AN IDEA: how about everyone just CHILLS OUT ABOUT RELIGION FOR FIVE SECONDS

(well it’s this opera so that is not going to happen but a woman can dream)

the level of bashful awkwardness here is exceptionally relatable

“hi everyone meet my new crush”

this fucking SLAPS

also: playing along at home by downing an entire Shirley Temple (minus the maraschino cherries, which I’ll eat in a bit) over the course of this chorus

I could wager that just because he is a tenor

me? in love? it’s more likely than you think

(also not a fan of these cuts but I’ll try to keep the yelling about that at a minimum)

thank you for being more than a bystander

love this viola d’amore part

on the one hand, the aria’s obsession with purity is more than a bit concerning; on the other, it is very pretty and also almost painfully honest

Nevers is very into it

“um, sir, I didn’t think we were expecting anyone else--”

it is a lovely morning in Touraine, and you are a bass determined to bring Chaotic Energy

“hey, uh, the Huguenots were...”

“Calvinists.”

“but we can still use A Mighty Fortress Is Our God anyway, right?”

“uh yeah sure I guess”

(I probably should have made this joke during the overture when the tune is first introduced but anyway)

Area Tenor Is Conflicted (and he has a wonderful conflicted face)

well this is awkward

this aria BOPS

Marcel: “TEMPLES D’ENFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER” *points down to l’enfer*

Nevers, very gravely: *looks at Marcel, points down, and nods*

I just find that so amusing for some reason

oh hello Interchangeable Catholic Nobles

“yeah I don’t know what to do with him”

“hey it’s okay he’s pretty amusing”

“but he’s embarrassing me and ruining the vibe and I feel bad”

“okay we were cool with the ironic first verse but now you’re dissing women (specifically mistresses) so...not amused anymore”

others may sing this better but no one can sing it quite like Clifford Grant

I love this line

meanwhile the valet is offended on behalf of the (nowhere in the vicinity) King

uh...I think you’re about to be somewhat disappointed

creepy

maybe don’t take everything at face value

tenors...

tfw your fiancée breaks up with you the day before the wedding

“how am I doin’ I’m doin’ just fine I lied I’m dyin’ inside”

MY CHILD

Suzanne Johnston is a perfect ray of sunshine

and also this bops

sorry Nevers this just isn’t your day

for the record if sent this letter I would also immediately accept and I’m not sure what that says about me

“oh fuck this is REALLY not my day”

this SLAPS also welcome to this exciting whirlwind and buckle up, Raoul...

and off we go!

“*sigh* why is everything bad happening to me today”

#opera #opera tag #opera liveblog #Les Huguenots #Meyerbeer #Giacomo Meyerbeer #the last time I did this liveblog it was the reblog every time I had a new thought and almost now pictures style #so this is kinda a first-time at least in this format??? idk

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everybody's got their demons, even wide awake or dreaming | part one

Photo credit: Jess Gleeson 

Hello friends! Hope you’re having a lovely day wherever you are in the world. Thank you to everyone who voted in my little Google form thing on what they’d like to see me write next. Here’s Part One of my 5SOS x music journalist story. It’s a little angsty, and as the first chapter this is a lot of introduction to the OC and her story, but I hope you like it! It’s the first time I’ve written an OC into a fic, so I’d love to know your thoughts and if you’re interested in reading more about Lizzie and her adventures interviewing 5SOS.

Shout outs to @wheniminouterspace and @calumrose​ for helping me sense-check this concept, and @spicycal for giving me feedback on it in its draft stages. You’re all gems! 

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Fem!OC, minor swearing

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Lizzie Lawson was having a bit of a day. Her train had been late, she dropped her coffee moments after receiving it from the cute barista downstairs (and broke her favourite keep cup in the process), and her work computer had decided to run updates the moment she sat down at her desk. Maybe she shouldn’t have bothered to get out of bed this morning.

Her colleagues were tapping away at their keyboards, answering phone calls, and discussing upcoming story ideas with each other - the usual tasks, especially for a Monday morning. Lizzie, computerless and caffeine deprived, had to settle for a cup of instant coffee from the kitchenette, and had taken to tidying up her desk while her computer was restarting over and over again but still somehow not ready for use. She was on the floor, sorting through the snacks in her bottom desk drawer (crackers that were two months’ past their expiry date, some gummy worms, and what seemed like hundreds of cans of tuna) when James, the music editor, stuck his head out of his office and called for her.

“Lawson! Where are you?” James sounded confused. He could’ve sworn he’d seen Lizzie at her desk moments ago, and then suddenly she popped her head up like a meerkat.

“Jimbo! Here. What’s crack-a-lackin?” Lizzie responded, standing up and brushing herself off as she headed towards where James was standing in his office doorway.

“Got a pitch for ya. Step into my office, if you’re finished with your spring clean.” James chuckled as he stepped back inside and sat down on the couch opposite his desk. 

A number of journalism awards were displayed on the shelf above the couch, and the floor to ceiling window overlooked Sydney’s CBD and its tall, grey buildings, with a glimpse of the harbour ocean in the distance. Lizzie had to admit she’d imagined herself in James’ desk chair more than a few times; the music editor of one of Australia’s leading youth and pop culture publishing companies, regularly travelling the world to interview award-winning artists, and assigning and guiding well-crafted investigative pieces on the entertainment industry and those within in. 

But, in reality, Lizzie had only recently worked her way up to being in the music department, after a couple of years on the news desk and a series of casual internships at different publications around the place. But music journalism, and the passion she had for live performances and watching artists grow and develop their sounds and aesthetics over their careers, was where Lizzie had always wanted her career to go. She was grateful to James for having her on the team, but she also knew that he didn’t recruit just anyone - so her writing must’ve been strong enough to get her here. James was a good boss, salt of the earth, always had his team’s back, but he was also a little mysterious, and this morning’s meeting was one of those where his face was giving absolutely nothing away as Lizzie joined him on the couch in the office. 

“So, what’s up?” Lizzie said, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice.

“Well, Lawson. You’ve only been on deck for a few months, but turns out my gut instinct about you has paid off. That profile you did on the 1975 last month has gotten some good feedback and traction out and about.” James spoke in a measured tone, pulling his laptop off the coffee table and opening it.

“Oh! Well, that’s… good, right?” Lizzie still couldn’t figure out exactly why she was in James’ office. Or why she was so nervous. 

“Correct, it is good. It’s been great to see you come into your own a little bit, and develop your interview style. I also really appreciated you stepping in to cover the Matt Corby interview for Hannah the other day, when she had that stomach bug.” James continued, seemingly searching for an email or something on his laptop as he spoke. 

“No worries! Hannah’s notes were really thorough, plus I definitely had a Matt Corby phase when he was on Australian Idol back in 2006! Oof, that fringe, you know?” Lizzie cringed internally when she heard herself starting to babble. 

James snorted, before clearing his throat. “I’m sure Matt was glad the 2006 hairstyle didn’t take up too many words in the final profile piece. He was pretty happy with it though, and his management were too, according to the label. So happy, in fact, that they’re requested you to profile another one of their artists.”

James had Lizzie’s full attention now, and she still couldn’t read his expression. “Really? Me? Who’s the artist?” She asked, trying not to get too excited too soon.

“Yes, indeed, you. 5 Seconds of Summer, or 5SOS. They’ve got a new album due out in a month or so, and their publicist is keen to fly you out to LA for a few weeks to follow them around while they wrap things up in the studio, and do a profile piece on their journey to date. Are you familiar with their stuff? They’re offering us an exclusive, something about the album being linked to their homeland or something, so they wanted to go with an Australian media outlet first.” James set his laptop back down on the coffee table and angled it so Lizzie could see an email on the screen that had a few lines of text and a photo of a band onstage.

5SOS. Was Lizzie familiar? Oh yes, she was familiar. Lizzie Lawson hailed from the western suburbs, and 5SOS was the area’s biggest success story. Aussie boys made good, with millions of albums sold, billions of song streams, thousands of concerts played all around the world, that was their career to date. But for Lizzie, 5SOS were always a bit closer to home. She’d attended the same high school as three of the band members, and Michael Clifford was someone she called her best friend, once upon a time. Ashton had also befriended Lizzie’s older brother Lachlan when they’d worked together at KFC. That was years ago now, and they’d all fallen out of touch, because sometimes that’s just the way the universe works. You grow up and you move on and you don’t keep the same friends, because sometimes they move to the other side of the world and get super famous as successful musicians. Or something like that. Even if they know your deepest secrets, or biggest fears, or hopes and dreams, or you trust them more than anything, sometimes they still leave you. 

Lizzie’s previous state of intrigue quickly became panic, because what if she wasn’t actually being chosen based on the merit of her work? What if the 5SOS team knew about her connection to the band, and were going to use it to manipulate her writing in some way? What if it was all a ploy to get her and Michael in the same room so he could finally call her out on what had gone down between them all those years ago? What if - 

“Lawson! You on planet earth still, or wait?” James snapped his fingers in front of Lizzie’s face to get her attention. She shook her head to clear it, and wrung her hands together in her lap.

“Yep, I’m familiar with their work. A little fuzzy on the most recent work, but I have a bit of knowledge on a lot of their early stuff. And Youngblood, of course. Everyone knows Youngblood. ARIA song of the year, a billion streams, etc etc.” Lizzie spoke, meeting James’ gaze as he cocked his head at her curiously. He knew Lizzie had a tendency to get a little nervous when she was put on the spot, but there was something about her right now that was a little more unsettled than usual that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Good. Well, if you’re down, the label will cover three weeks accommodation in Los Angeles. Labels don’t usually do that kind of thing, but their manager is super keen for you to get enough quality time with the band to build up a solid profile piece. We’ll cover your daily expenses, I’ll send you instructions for the claiming app, and then we just need your passport to get the flights booked. Sound okay?” 

“Y-yep. Yes. Okay. Right. When would I be leaving?” Lizzie pinched her thigh through her jeans to double check that she wasn’t dreaming, and that yes, this was actually happening. 

“Friday midday. We’ll put some feelers out in LA, and see if there’s any other interviews you can do while you’re there, but your focus will be on 5SOS because they’re picking up the bill for your stay. But that being said, don’t let that sway what you write. They’ve requested you because they like your deep, detailed, open style of profiling, so don’t be afraid to ask some curly questions to get the answers that will craft the right piece, you know?” James spoke firmly, looking pointedly at Lizzie who quickly nodded in response.

“Right, well, I’ll cc you into this email chain with their publicist and manager, and we’ll go from there. You can hand over your other pieces to Hannah, you’ll need to spend the next few days prepping for LA and doing whatever research you need to feel ready. You’ve got this, Lizzie. I know you can do a great job.” James was trying to be encouraging, as he stood up and opened the door to his office, but Lizzie’s heart was pounding with nerves and she barely hear his words. 

She walked back to her desk in a daze, and Hannah had to literally poke Lizzie in her side to get her attention and ask what James had said in the meeting. A few excited squeals and a bear hug later, Hannah was off and running talking about lists of things Lizzie needed to organise before her international adventure was due to begin in a few days’ time. Lizzie, on the other hand, still couldn’t believe it. What the fuck was happening?

--

The next few days flew by in a haze of emails, life admin, last minute shopping trips and a lot of deep breathing on Lizzie’s part, and before she knew it, she was wrangling her suitcase out of an Uber and into the international terminal at Sydney Airport. Lizzie, as a generally anxious person, had arrived the full three hours early for her flight, but her parents had treated her to a flight lounge guest pass (because they wanted her to know they were proud), so she was able to deal with her nerves by eating far too many complimentary croissants and hash browns.��

Soon enough, the time to board the plane arrived, and Lizzie was grateful that she ended up in an empty row of seats, by some miracle. Praise be to the airline gods, or whichever higher power had decided she’d be able to at least try and get some sleep in the next fourteen hours. She’d set her phone and watch forward to Los Angeles time, so she could try and adjust her body clock accordingly, which meant that she’d have to stay up for a few hours at least.

Lizzie tried to be productive, and tapped away at her research notes on her laptop for a little while, before she found herself opening up the band’s instagram page in her browser. The four men staring back at Lizzie through the screen seemed a million miles away from the gangly, excitable teenagers she’d known all those years ago. There was an interesting intensity about them in the photograph, steely gazes and defined bodies under carefully selected clothing, but there was also a peacefulness in their poses beside one another. Like being together, in this moment captured minutes before heading onstage, was the most natural thing in the world. Lizzie found her eyes drawn towards Michael; his dirty blonde hair swept across his forehead (not dissimilar to the style he’d had in their high school days, to be honest), and it was accompanied by some scruffy facial hair and a dangly cross earring in one ear. His grey-green eyes seemed to peer right into her soul, and Lizzie involuntarily shivered at the thought of seeing him again in person in a day or so. 

She was still anxious about whether or not this entire thing was a scam, but nonetheless, she was going to try her darndest to be a consummate professional, and write the best profile story of her life. In her research, Lizzie had reviewed some previous 5SOS interviews, and she’d cringed her way through their Rolling Stone interview from many years prior. She remembered reading it at the time it was published, unable to believe some of the words attributed to the boys she’d once called her friends, and the intense aftermath that followed. Understandably, they’d avoided in-depth profile interviews since, so Lizzie was incredibly curious as to why they’d changed their mind. Why now? Why her? She closed her laptop and drifted into sleep, curled up across three airplane seats and tucked under a thin blanket. 

Lizzie’s shoulders and neck were stiff when she awoke, an hour or so before her flight was due to land. She used the in-flight wifi to check her emails quickly, and noted a new one from 5SOS’s publicist Danielle, which welcomed Lizzie to Los Angeles and explained that she should catch a taxi to her accommodation at the address listed, and that she should give her a call once she was checked in. Right. That seemed straight forward enough.

LAX customs were intimidating as ever (god, Lizzie was so nervous), but Lizzie made it through without incident and was able to quickly make her way into a cab with a driver who seemed familiar with her accommodation address. They drove her to a boutique-looking hotel, and when Lizzie checked in and made her way up to her room, she was pleasantly surprised at how nice it was. A queen-sized bed, a good desk for working at, a nice view from her balcony of the Hollywood Hills, a small kitchenette with a fridge and microwave, and a glorious bathroom that had a very enticing bath tub in it (Lizzie’s shoulders and neck were already thankful for the idea of being able to soak in some nice hot water for a while). 

After checking the room for serial killers (better to be safe than sorry, right?) Lizzie had a quick shower and changed out of her travel trackies and oversized hoodie into a pair of jeans, a clean shirt and a blazer, before opening up her phone and scrolling down to Danielle’s contact. A few deep breaths were required before Lizzie built up the courage to press “call”.

“This is Danielle!” A cheery American accent answered on the other end of the line.

“H-hi Danielle, this is Lizzie, from Junkee Australia. You said in my email I should give you a call once I was all checked in, and I am, so…” Lizzie found herself giggling nervously and facepalmed.

“Lizzie, of course! How was your flight? Long and boring?”

“Yep, that about sums it up!” Danielle’s enthusiasm made Lizzie feel like she had to perk herself up a bit in conversation.

“Well, I’m sure you’re gagging for a nap, but we’ve got to get you adjusted to the timezone so we can make the most of your time here. I’m just finishing up something in the office, but I can swing by your hotel in about 45 minutes, and we can go over your story pitch and the band schedule for the next few weeks, and figure out your interview time slots and other things you can go along to observe, if that works for you?” Lizzie could hear Danielle’s keyboard clacking as she spoke.

“Sure, well, you have my number now, so just text me when you get here. I’ll try my best not to nap in the meantime.” Lizzie’s somewhat dry response got a laugh out of Danielle, who agreed and bid her farewell, ending the call.

Placing her phone down on the bedside table, Lizzie looked around the hotel room that was set to be her home away from home for the better part of the next month, and spotted a coffee machine on top of the mini fridge. If she was really going to keep her no-nap promise, caffeine was definitely in order. 

True to her word, Danielle arrived at the hotel within the hour, and soon Lizzie found herself sat beside Danielle on a fancy couch tucked in a corner of the hotel lobby. Danielle had opened up her laptop, and also pulled a plastic folder of documents out of her tote bag.

“Okay, so… I’m sure you’ve done your own research, but here’s a few hard copies of the band bio, album press release, and a few other tidbits from the label, along with a hard copy of the band schedule. It’s all confidential and coded, the electronic version I’ve emailed you will have the proper locations for everything, but I thought a print out might be handy anyway. The boys are recording some stuff at the studio Calum has at his house tomorrow, so I figured we could introduce you there and then after that figure out what else you’d like to get done. There’s an industry showcase for some of the new songs at the end of the week, and then they’re doing various promo and album prep things, finalising mixes, photoshoots, etc, so there’s a bit of variety for you. Any initial thoughts on how you want to do the interviews for your profile?” Danielle rattled off, gazing at Lizzie expectantly when she finished speaking.

Lizzie blinked at her a few times before collecting herself. “In my research, I found it really interesting to hear the band and some of the fans talking about how 5SOS has evolved into the collective effort of four individual artists, not just the band as one artistic music entity, so I was hoping, if possible, to interview them individually, as well as observing them as a group. Would.. Would that be okay, do you think?” 

Danielle pursed her lips, before breaking out into a smile. 

“I think that sounds exactly like something the band would be willing to do. Damn, Matt Emsell was right - you do know your stuff.” She chuckled, handing the folder of documents over to Lizzie and pulling out the schedule that was on top.

“So studio at Calum’s tomorrow from 10am, I’ll swing by and collect you so we can do introductions, I’ll stick around for a bit just to make sure you’re all good but otherwise I’m just going to let you do your thing. The band have been doing this for long enough now, they don’t need their publicist hovering.”

The curiosity was killing Lizzie. She couldn’t not ask. 

“Danielle, I’ve got to ask this, sorry. Do the band… know me? Know that I’m the one coming to interview them?” Lizzie managed to get out, avoiding eye contact.

“What do you mean?” Danielle cocked her head to one side, clearly confused at the question. “I sent them the Matt Corby piece you did, and they liked that, so that was one of the reasons we asked you out here. So they’re familiar with your work, if that’s what you’re asking?”

“No, um… oh god, I’ve made this super awkward now.” Lizzie laughed dryly, wringing her hands together. “I mean, I know them. Personally. Or at least I used to. I’m from Sydney, and I went to school with Luke, and Calum, and… Michael. So I was just wondering,  um, if they realised that it was me and that was part of why I was asked to come to LA for this…Not really sure why that would make them choose me, but I just wanted to make sure we were all on the same page before tomorrow.” Lizzie finally dared to look up at Danielle, whose expression was unreadable.

“Hmm, well, that is interesting. As far as I know, that wasn’t a factor at all. We all genuinely liked your writing style, so whether or not the boys made the connection, I have no idea. They’re not super keen on any irrelevant personal life stuff making it into this piece though, so if this is going to be a problem for you, we should deal with it now.” Her tone was slightly less warm than before, and Lizzie could sense the protective publicist side of Danielle kicking in.

“Definitely not a problem. I entirely intend to be fully professional, and like you said, my writing will speak for itself. Just wanted to put it all out there. Not a problem for me.” Lizzie spoke up, willing herself to sound more confident than she felt.

“Good. We have no problems here then. I’ve got to run, but text me with any questions, otherwise I’ll see you at 9.30am tomorrow for the drive to Calum’s!” Danielle’s tone was nice and bright again, as she shut her laptop and gathered her belongings, patting Lizzie’s shoulder in what she assumed was some sort of attempt at calming her nerves.

It didn’t work though. Not a problem for Lizzie? Bullshit. Not a problem for 5SOS, and Michael in particular? Seemed unlikely. 

--

Lizzie was worried she’d have a restless night’s sleep because of her overwhelming anxiety about the next day’s reunion, but the exhaustion from her travelling overtook her and she almost slept through her alarm. A quick shower and a shot of espresso later and Lizzie was downstairs waiting for Danielle to pick her up to head over to meet the band.

“Morning! How’d you sleep?” Danielle chirped as she rolled into the car park, her car window down. 

“Very deeply, thank you! The room is really comfortable. Thanks again for organising.” Lizzie mentally urged herself to keep up the small talk as a way of hiding her nerves.

The car ride over was mostly quiet, but when they pulled up outside of what Lizzie assumed was Calum’s house, she definitely felt like she was about to vomit.

“Just so you know, I flagged our conversation last night with the band. About your pitch around the individual interviews, and also about your little… connection to them. Ashton didn’t seem to think it was a problem, so it should all be fine.” Danielle mused, as she opened her car door and hopped out. All Lizzie could do was nod, because her throat was dry and she was starting to panic. She blindly followed Danielle through the front gate and around the side of the house to a building in the backyard, Lizzie strained to hear what sounded like raised, male voices floating towards them as they approached. She couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it didn’t entirely sound positive.

Danielle knocked loudly on the door and shot Lizzie a reassuring smile, before the shouting subsided and it swung open. Calum Hood stood in the doorway, and Lizzie sucked in a breath. It’d been eight years, maybe more since she’d last seen Calum, and even then, had they spoken? She couldn’t remember. 

Calum smiled at Danielle, and then his eyes flickered over to Lizzie, not quite carrying the same happiness, but not entirely losing it either.

“Morning, ladies. Welcome to casa di Calum, come on in.” He spoke with that scratchy, deep voice of his that Lizzie had reacquainted herself with when watching hours of interviews during her research. 

Danielle stepped passed Calum into the room, and she indicated for Lizzie to follow, which she did. Lizzie could feel Calum’s gaze on her as she brushed past him, but the minute she stepped inside, any sense of warmth or welcome she’d felt before vanished. 

Luke and Ashton were standing over by the sound recording panel, turning to look at Lizzie and Danielle as they entered. Lizzie thought she saw a hint of a smile on Luke’s face (they had survived Year 8 Maths together, after all… that had to count for something, right?), but Ashton was unreadable.

Entirely obvious, though, was the look of bitter disdain on Michael Clifford’s face when Lizzie finally spotted him hunched over on the couch along the wall. Those grey-green eyes were staring her down with a harsh glare. It had familiarity about it, Lizzie realised, but not in a good way. 

Danielle cleared her throat in the silence, and turned to Lizzie.

“Well, I believe introductions might not be required, but in the interest of professionalism and courtesy - “ Lizzie didn’t miss Danielle’s pointed glance towards Michael, who was still scowling silently towards everyone - “Lizzie Lawson from Junkee, I would like you to meet Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin, Luke Hemmings and Michael Clifford, also collectively known as 5 Seconds of Summer or 5SOS.” 

Lizzie waved, and then immediately cursed herself for being so goddamn awkward.  She received a nod of recognition from Ashton, and small smiles from Luke and Calum. From Michael, more scowling. This was going to be a long three weeks. 

“So, Lizzie, why don’t you go through the pitch for the profile that we discussed yesterday? The boys already have a bit of an idea, but I’m sure they’d love to hear it from you.” Danielle was being overly encouraging, but it worked, and Lizzie took a deep breath before speaking.

“Thanks, Danielle. And thank you to you guys, honestly. I know this is a little strange for all of us -”

“Fucking oath it is.” Lizzie heard Michael mutter under his breath, but she continued, undeterred. 

“But, I’m really excited to have the opportunity to interview you and pull together this story. Especially on behalf of the Australian music media. I know they haven’t always given you the recognition you deserve, but I think this piece is a chance to overcome that. Anyway, the specific pitch I’d love to go with is reflective of you as individual artists, as well as the collective band group. If it’s suitable, it’d be great to have the chance to speak to each of you one-on-one as well as a group, to give a holistic view of your journeys as people and as musicians and what you’re trying to achieve with this album. So… yeah…” Lizzie trailed off nervously, clenching her hands at her sides.

“I love it. We’re happy you’re here, Lizzie. I really loved the Matt Corby piece Danielle sent us, and like you said, it was really important for us to have the perspective of an Australian journalist for this story and where we’re at right now.” Ashton’s calm voice broke the silence, as he nodded at Lizzie in agreeance. Luke and Calum nodded too, and Lizzie tried not to look towards Michael because no doubt he was still glaring at her.

“Great! Everyone’s on the same page. I have to dash off to a meeting, but Lizzie has my number if she needs it, otherwise all of you please behave and don’t scare her off, nor say anything that means I’ll have to destroy her tape recorder. Sound good? Good!” Danielle rattled off quickly, moving out the door and shutting it behind her. 

The tension in the air was thick, and it was all seething from Michael’s direction towards Lizzie. She closed her eyes for a moment, before reaching into her bag and pulling out her phone, notebook and pen. She spotted a chair behind her, and turned back towards Luke and Ashton.

“Well, where do you want to start? A group sit down, some general thoughts on the journey so far and what the album experience has been like?” Lizzie offered, trying to make herself sound enthusiastic, but also in control and like she knew what she was doing.

Luke, Calum and Ashton all murmured in agreeance, and moved themselves over to sit by Michael on the couch, while Lizzie dragged the chair she’d spotted over to sit facing them.

“Right. All good if I audio record this?” She asked, hitting record on her voicenotes app after three heads nodded at her.

“So, the album. Where did it begin? Did anyone or anything influence or kick off the sonic direction or the start of the exploratory process?”

The conversation was flowing quite well, Lizzie though. Ashton dominated most of the responses to her questions, but Luke and Calum chipped in their perspectives throughout. Michael didn’t say a word, even when Calum poked him in the side, and instead of glaring at Lizzie he was now staring blankly at the wall over her shoulder. An improvement, sort of, but still not ideal from a journalist and interviewee perspective, let alone when the interviewee was someone who used to be Lizzie’s best friend. 

Before she knew it, an hour had past, and Ashton stood, remembering a meeting they had scheduled with the label and their management team, and bringing the interview to a close. 

As Lizzie was packing up her equipment, she cautiously brought up the topic of the one on one interviews. 

“So, does anyone in particular have free time in the next few days, so I can start on the individual profiling part of the story?” Lizzie asked, her tone hopeful.

Michael’s response was to push straight past her and walk out of the studio, muttering to himself and slamming the door as he went. The loud noise made Lizzie flinch, and she realised her heart was racing and her hands were a little shaky. 

“I’ve got time, LL Cool J. I’ll meet you at Joan’s on Third for lunch, say 1pm?”  Lizzie smiled at the pld nickname Calum slipped into his quiet response to her question. 

“Works for me, C Dizzle Swizzle. Thanks again for your time today, I really appreciate it. Not to sound like a broken record, but I’m really excited for this piece and the chance to tell your story.” Lizzie found herself grinning like an idiot as she met Calum’s warm gaze, and noted that Ashton and Luke were also smiling at her.

“We’re excited too, Lizzie. Even if… some of us might not quite be as enthusiastic as they should be. But, don’t worry. He’ll come round.” It was Luke that spoke this time, his striking blue eyes somehow staring straight into Lizzie’s soul as he looked at her. 

“Here’s hoping.” Lizzie tried not to sound too dull in her response, but it was a challenge. 

Because honestly, how the fuck was she going to do a profile on all four members of 5 Seconds of Summer, if one of them could barely stand being in the same room as her?

Time will tell, Lizzie thought to herself as she walked out of the door to Calum’s studio and into the warm California sunlight. Time will tell. 

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A Sneaky Little Lesbian’s Writing Again

"You know how it is, with people like me. We're prescribed to the philosophy that we matter, and when we learn that we don't; we shatter." - Mads Hattersvith

"My grief riddled me with arrows; and all that those on the outside can see is the fletchings covered in my unrighteous, dirty blood." - Jandalar Osophine

"Perspective's the killer'a one's perceived reality." - Cassius Waklo

"Lie to yourself all you want, but this is what you've become. But it was never you. Darkness doesn't exist in the hearts of humanity. It's put there." - Clifford Paintvue

"I awoke into a dream so unfortunately called reality." - Olaf Hatchenvork

"Trust me when I say it's from the goodness of my heart that I break you." - Carver Hatchshot

"He always had to tell himself that tomorrow was real to keep himself from starving on yesterday." - Melias Skinwalker

"I was always black eyes and broken knuckles, afraid that in my weakness I would die. The door to my peace had always been splintered, and men came, with darkness in their eyes; boots heavy on the chest of my mercy. And they left red imprints on my broken body; the color of anger, the shade of my death pale on my vulnerability." - Razdella Fable

"Death is an open door, and I teeter on edge like babushka doll filled with righteous hate." - Inaba Naohiro

said goodbye to myself early on, and usually, the ending is the worst part, isn't it? But so often I find that it's the beginning that hurts. Because it's the beginning you remember. We think of the peace, not the violence. And truthfully, when we begin to fade away; is it ever the end we're thinking of? Or is it all the beginnings that never happened? All of the almosts that could've been?" - Pluto Eldrith

"They told me I was safe, in the arms of the welcoming. But safe was always a matter of perspective. Monsters always hid in the shadows of the daylight. I can see them, with their hungry eyes and hollow colors. They smile but it's fake. There's teeth behind those gums. But they call death a parade and march our emotions around on a silver pike; "All hail, all hail, to the dead man walking. For his emotions have died and look at him; a husk, now." And the question still remains, when a human man is surrounded by monsters, doth he become one?" - Roald Sallenike

"That's not what you want. I understand, it's what you think, you want, but you're motivated just like me by an innate human desire. I'd say it's different for all of us, but that'd be a lie. You like the feeling of blood on your fists, don't you? Does it excite you, to feel red on your blade? Does it depress you to know just how dependent on violence you really, are?" - Odeyis Bravacallo

"Celebrate the pain, Tasma, it is what makes you human." - Mikelo Van Gravikson

"I can hardly remember who I am past the empty hole in my heart; past the brokenness in my salvation." - Springer Knivell

”Search my skin with your tongue, my love, and find beauty in the bumps and the bruises. Press your lips against my bare body and watch as colors expand on my skin where your lips had been.” - Darwin Flowrick

"I trace my steps back and forth in a scattered mind, wondering where all these black and white polaroids ever led me. And as I look over them again, this pile of names and faces lost to the dark, I see little splashes of red begin to appear. All the bodies have become crooked, all the names have become jumbled and hard to pronounce on this parched tongue. And I come to realize following this story was never enough; I had to write it down. And I had to speak it like the truth on a Sunday." - Arvin Dimlight

"In the pale and naked moonlight I found a purpose, much like a werewolf transformed under the twilight sky. The dark, quite simply put; is beautiful. I've found many a horror in the light, but nothing so resplendent as murder divine under the killing lights. I'm a monster, it's true. But I find such pale beauty in that." - Godfree Moonbroker

"The broken knocked on my door like nervous finger tips, the spirited whispered like rain upon the parched and starving field. And together as one, the damned, the forgotten, the beautiful and the cowards rose; like a singular voice of outcry, blended into one heart wrenching, beautiful song of revolution." - Stanley Eskemvalt

"Do not damn the man who puts the broken horse down." - Carlados Dove

"The strong and the powerful damn the weak because they have strings on our backs; and the moment we tear ourselves from their stage they deny our existence. For us being at all threatens theirs'." - Johanna Spearavon

"I was living in a dream until all faded away in a single night. A dreadful, hungry night. I can still remember the red on the floor, the man in black painted like a silhouette against the wall. I can still hear the sirens, the empty pull of thought on my skull. And I'm afraid as that man fled into the night; I began to die. It wasn't slow, but it was painful as a knife carving skin away inch by inch." - Dobbi Howlsfare

"I've been waiting for life to come find me, but it never does. It hasn't ever since I walked home in the twilight and saw murder painted like beauty under the shadow." - Mikellson Howlsfare

"They say killing is wrong, but is it so bad if death's already claimed the man?" - Danielson Howlsfare

"I was chamomile and sage, my friend, parsley and honey. And yet, I am nothing but poison, now. Dare you whisper my name?" - Bernard Whittle

"They say gods can never die, But have you ever heard an answered prayer? Have you ever seen anything holy that was not marred by darkness? Immortality is a lie, my friend. Even gods are forgotten. And that is when they die, grasping onto the final speaking of their name, knowing it will not save them in the end. And so I say to you; farewell, Hargreave Michaels." - Bernard Whittle

"Down they fell, like angels in the garden of Eden, like promises never kept. And up they soared, oh how they soared, giving worship to the dark and prayer to the unfaithful. But what an ugly thing it is; to call murder divine." - Benedict Venifievrez

"Being nothing is better than being a man I'm not." - Henry Williamsmok

"You see Havar, there's two ways you can live life. You can be the good guy. You can watch crowds cheer for you and justify your murderous rage because it saved a coupl'a good folk. Or, you can sit down at the bar and waste your days away with whiskey and cigarette smoke. Either way, someone's gonna get hurt. Be it millions, or just you." - Rudolph Viderspach

"People ask me what it was like, serving my country. But it doesn't really feel like I served, anyone. What good did my bullets do? What change did the pulling of my trigger bring about? And it starts to feel like the only change I ever made was on an individual level. But it wasn't good change. It was cruel. I stepped a boot onto foreign soil and knocked on the door of those who's homes weren't washed in the blood of the lamb. And I tore their family apart and bent their lives into a crooked shape they couldn't understand. And when that wasn't enough for my country I licked the blood off the door and brought ruin to those who took all the precautions they could in hopes the angel of death would pass them by. But he didn't. He never did. Because he was me. And he never knew how to stop." - Ollie Orkman

"Life is short, terribly short. It goes by in the blink of an eye and before you know it you've been buried underneath hollow prayers and condolences as they shovel dirt on your casket of flesh." - Ed Jackson

“That's the thing about life, you can lose it in the blink of an eye.” - Ramsay Backitknive

“I think I met trouble when I was just a boy. It looked like broken knuckles on the mirror and insanity in an empty mind. It tastes like whiskey and your father's scorn upon your tongue. It felt like bruises on a bare back and wings torn just before the fall. And it lives and breathes in me like a dirty, fucked up messiah.” - Ramsay Backitknive

“My brother and I ran the streets of the dusty ghost town with iron fists and steel knives. No one dared stand up to us, lest we bury their bones in our hearts where the vultures dare not go.” - Ramsay Backitknive

“I'm a little fucked up, but so is the world; don't you think it needs a little chaos to balance the light?” - Ramsay Backitknive

“I disappear in my mind for days on end, feasting on the memories that killed me as if it were the last supper. I drink the blood of God and rip my teeth into the skin of our savior until this holiness feels like a knife bound for the back.” - Ramsay Backitknive

“I'm an echo, my friend; I repeat the violence I saw when I was just a boy.” - Ramsay Backitknive

“They say we're handcrafted by that which we experience, so my past must've been a knife, hm?” - Ramsay Backitknive

“Deep in the mountains lies bones of meals and monsters, and my teeth are stained red with their delights.” - Cleavon Hatchetkrow

“I'm a secret to all but the dark, passed around again and again like moonshine and whiskey.” - Cleavon Hatchetkrow

“I'm well acquainted with the monsters that live in this home. We're all monsters here! Humanity doesn't exist in the bones of this structure, and we'll only die when we're forgotten. And my uncle says people like us aren't to be forgotten with the way our blood stains the Earth. He told me I was special, meant to carve into the unfortunate and the broken. He reminds me of my father. But he was taken from us, ripped away from our minds like a fool stumbling through the dark. But we won't forget him. No, no. We'll carve a legacy out of his bones, we'll create a monster out of his wisdom.” - Cleavon Hatchetkrow

“My father told me that if you wanna make a monster you gotta break a few bones. You gotta strip the emotions away like the first layer of skin. Swallow the anger, feast on the joy; scarf down the sorrow. Break them first then break them second; then break them again so they know what it's like; to be one of the inflicted.” - Cleavon Hatchetkrow

“Humanity never lived in me, I only ever saw it in the flash of panic in a dead man's eyes.” - Cleavon Hatchetkrow

“I heard once, that when you're born in a house on fire, you think the whole world's on fire. But it ain't. And I just, I look around me and I can still see the smoke from my father's eyes, the sparks from my mother's lies.” - Clifton Dalhook

“There's blood in the water and it tastes like my childhood.” - Clifton Dalhook

“I just, I don't get why people set their kids up for misery. There's a joke in the way that we rust and a laugh in the way that we fall. So we clutch onta the lying smiles of the people we're supposed to trust only for them to let us go like a bullet from the pistol.” - Clifton Dalhook

“I've known misery all my life. I drink 'er from the bottom of a bottle and I breathe 'er in from the smoke of another cigarette. She lies with me when I go ta sleep and she's there come mornin. That's the life of a broken man who was never taught how ta heal.” - Clifton Dalhook

“I stumbled to paradise on drunken feet and fell in love with the humans that tasted like angels. They kissed all my scars and called the broken pieces'a me beautiful until the way they looked at me felt like religion. Until I didn't find it so bad, flauntin' my sins like a stripper on the pole. But darkness hid in my paradise, murder sat in my salvation. And I learned ya should follow the road unforgiven on drunk feet and empty promises. Cause it's where all the miserable and forgotten go ta die one last time.” - Clifton Dalhook

“I was felled in the night by the people I trusted, beaten down by those who were supposed to know my name. But they can't kill this dream in me. They can't kill the heart that beats underneath all these scars. I'll always fight for justice, for hope, for the day we no longer have ta live in fear.” - Stephen Whitley

“Though sometimes by proportion darkness wins, the sun always rises. And there's a hope in that.” - Stephen Whitley

“When my words trip on my tongue and my memories sit in my throat, I'll remember the people I saved. I hold every thankful tear in my heart, every smile in my bones. I could never forget the names of the people I saved who in turn saved me.” - Stephen Whitley

“I feed myself lies because I'm beginning to fear that the truth will taste like poison on my tongue.” - Phil Chamberlain

“Everyone always says, "You'll be okay," but I never buy it. There's always another bullet in the chamber, always another sun that's gonna set.” - Phil Chamberlain

“Injustice always lives one way or another. In the hearts of man and the remnants of mercy; in the graves of the forgotten and the mouths of the silenced. I just wanted to make the world a better place, but as I look to the sky I see our dreams flyin' to heaven as they leave us behind.” - Phil Chamberlain

“I ain't a nihilist, but I see the world in black and white. All the colors are fading away and between my mercy there's a million shades of grey.” - Phil Chamberlain

“My father used to tell me that he who fights is bound to lose a battle every now and then; so I gotta ask am I a warrior or the coward who threw his fist?” - Phil Chamberlain

“I mean damn, I've lost too much and with each funeral it begins to feel like death's slowly draping me in black.” - Phil Chamberlain

“What the hell am I supposed to do when all the things that were priceless paid the damn price?” - Phil Chamberlain

“Darkness knew my name ever since I were a boy. He looked at me with curious, hungry eyes, and beside him stood a siren; lips laced with sugar, smile curled ta kill. How can you expect me ta be a peaceful man when I was born on the devil's spine? How can you ask me ta be okay when I was taught that I was a monster at the age'a innocence?” - Bob Smyke

“I'm a fuckin' monster, it's true. I try ta find ways ta fill this hole'a who I am, but I'm always on empty. I fill myself with Scotch and whiskey, swallowin' cigarettes just ta feel some warmth in me. But this soldier's outta breath and his identity splits apart like a grenade full'a shrapnel fractures'a his pain.” - Bob Smyke

“I bow down ta my pain as if it were my God. I whisper my prayers and they break through the surface of my skull's midnight sky. I carve myself away at regret's altar and let it kill me. And I make a religion out of the way I die.” - Bob Smyke

“I could say I'm sorry for what I's done, but I ain't. I'm just sorry that it was me who did it.” - Bob Smyke

“I'm slow dancing with a ghost in an empty room.” - Mya Rhythm

 “Crucelda was my beating heart, my conversation in the dark; the partner to my dance. But now she's an empty spot in my ribs and this hole begins to consume me. It feasts away at the memories of her and spits them out sorrowful, it digs into my mind and takes away everything I've ever felt. And it kills me.” - Mya Rhythm

“There's a song in my heart that's empty now. The soul was taken from the lyrics, the beauty was ripped from the melody. These echoes are weeping, this bridge is burnt. So I try to make poetry of what I'm given; but the words come out wrong. I try to write of my joy but I can't reach her fingers. I try to write about her smile but I can't remember what it looked like. This pen makes a mess on my paper heart and all the ink spills into her shape.” - Mya Rhythm 

“How can I let this pain go when it's all that I have left of her?” - Mya Rhythm

“This world ain't kind. The sorrowed are the match that strikes the flame of anger, and before we have the chance ta celebrate our revolution spurred boots snap us in two and leave us for the dirt.” - Daro Mockingjay

“In the night I heard the outcry of a million tired wolves, lookin' up ta the moon and the night sky like a messiah. Singin' their song inta the shadows to scare the monsters out from the shade. But our voices were silenced, shattered on the edge'a truth, broken down on the backbone of mercy's blade. We were torches in that town dottin' the horizon like glimmers of hope; but the flame flickers and fades and there ain't nuthin' but the cold ta remember the warmth'a the flame by.” - Daro Mockingjay

“That old wolf once asked me what I saw in the soul'a man. And I told 'er it was hope I saw, marred and broken, but hope nonetheless. I still remember the way she threw her head back and laughed, the way her cigarette toothed dog broke 'is pistol over my devotion and dragged me inta the dark. My life is forgotten under the broken promise of innocence, ripped away by the finality of murder.” - Daro Mockingjay

“There's no freedom once darkness knows your name. For the whole world's a cage when your mind confines you in memories and the things it's seen.” - Daro Mockingjay

“I was just a boy looking for his happy ending, but the moment masked faces came from out the dark; I knew it was nowhere near where I was. They taunted me with the plastic face of a dead lover, telling me again and again she was a wolf like them. And I just sit here and wonder how they killed innocence's conscious in a matter of days. What kind of fucked up religion do they bow to? What kind of sick God do they sacrifice their identities to?” - Rob Vanishpoi

“This circus isn't a place of entertainment. All the laughs have turned to screams, all the dances have turned into funerals; every word and sound's marred by the descent of madness.” - Rob Vanishpoi

“I won't let my innocence fade like seconds to time.” - Rob Vanishpoi

“This place is cold and unfamiliar, but through it all there's a shining torch; a jack o lantern lit up amongst the fog. She's the only reason I'm alive. She taught me how to survive this place with it's dead poems and poets laughing into the wind. Jackelli's damaged, as am I, but we fill the fractures of us with the love of the other until these hearts feel whole. Until the hope of peace feels a fingertip away.” - Rob Vanishpoi

“Please, tell me I'm not the only one who believes in a happy ending after all these years.” - Rob Vanishpoi

“Humanity is at it's best and worst when it's in pain, for some people choose for their pain to be a weapon, others claim it a shield.” - Halza Corrieday

“We all claim we'd take a bullet for the people we love, and if that's so; it's all a matter of who the pistol chooses, huh?” - Halza Corrieday

“This survival runs through me and through me, like blood and water. It stains my body the color of my murder, the shade of my justice. And as I lay down and close my eyes the people I've slain haunt me. They sit on the other side of the river, watching me with those pale eyes. Telling me it should've been me. And in so many ways it was. My river's run red, my heart's turned black, and I'm just a wanderer of these wastelands, cutting down those who threaten my life. The blood left inside my heart isn't enough to keep me alive; so I drink my blood from the water and hope this survival is enough to quench this thirst for life.” - Halza Corrieday

“There's no such thing as half way acceptance; he who accepts only pieces of ya never accepted ya in the first place. That's like drivin' a mile down the road and turnin' back just cause there were a few bumps on the way there.” - Misko Vailsar

“There's no way of tellin' who I'll be when the day is done, all that I know is that no matter what, I'll be proud'a her. I'll nurture her scars and give her space, I'll tell her it's okay and I'll fight her battles. Because true kindness isn't just being kind to others, it's giving mercy to yourself.” - Misko Vailsar

“Love is a stone and it ripples the water as it skips across the pond.” - Misko Vailsar

“I followed a wolf into the dark, clutching a torn red cape as he dropped crimson petals on my path to darkness. To salvation. And as I stare into his eyes, I see such darkness. And it makes me who I am.” - Elzibeth Varkoat

“I was just a broken girl following rose petals in the dark, placing them on my tongue to taste the way they decayed. I was blind, stumbling through the dark when he found me and carved me into shape. He twisted my bones and splintered my heart; he carved scars into my skin and called them poetry.” - Elzibeth Varkoat

“I'm a skeleton puppeteered by a noose, dancing on bare feet and contorting my body like a work of art. I'm his muse, his poetry, his body divine. He found beauty in me where all the ugliness once resided, and as I knelt down to worship him like my God, like my lover in the dark; he proclaimed me his masterpiece.” - Elzibeth Varkoat

“I'll say his name again and again until it tastes like religion, until it bleeds like absolution; until he turns his head and falls in love with the way the blood spills from my body.” - Elzibeth Varkoat

“I'm a wolf with angel's wings.” - Roan Scorpio

“I was just a child of a broken home, lookin' for peace in the outside of a storm.” - Roan Scorpio

“My memory's a minefield'a emotions I don't wanna feel.” - Roan Scorpio

“As I sat in a dark room empty eyes came for me, ashen bone fingers clawin' at my hide, tellin' me I was bound for misery. You ain't seen hell 'til ya've looked the devil in the eyes, ya ain't seen true evil 'til ya've seen 'is smile creepin' with delusions and teeth that look like fangs.” - Roan Scorpio

“I ain't me, no more, just a bullet lookin' for revenge. I got too many knives in my back ta crawl, too many enemies at my spine ta turn back.” - Roan Scorpio

“This forest is full'a empty eyes and delusions that make me; and as I stalk through the shadows I know I ain't the only one.” - Roan Scorpio

“I'm my own worst enemy, it's true, and I know I gotta dig a grave for the bastard that killed me. So I place a rose against my own name and give thanks ta the wolf who 'ad the courage ta strike me down.” - Roan Scorpio

“I took a pistol and watched colors of addiction burst from the hole in my skull; all my thoughts and memories splattering the walls that hold these tired bones up.” - Armano Sketer

“I tried so hard to be who I am. I cut my hair and tore off my makeup, I ripped my dresses to shreds and declared to the world that I was a man. But the moment I had a chance to be this man I am I was ripped from me. For I was already addicted to my pain.” - Armano Sketer

“I follow my misery around like a hungry little dog begging for scraps of who I am. So it feeds me my hurt and I scarf up my memories like poison; knowing I'll cough em all up sooner or later.” - Armano Sketer

“I'm just a ghost, man. Nobody cares where I go or who I haunt because they can't fucking hear me anyway. I howl into the wind and everybody calls it a song; and all these voices in my head tell me it'd be better to lose myself to another high. I was just my mother's least favorite child and my father's disappointment of a son. My parents were supposed to provide for me, but how could I ask broken people to raise a son that's whole?” - Armano Sketer

“I awoke in a place cold and unfamiliar, fallin' down a rabbit hole wonderin' where I was. And across from me sat another woman, gawked at and marveled at for we were just experiments ta the hungry.” - Illdia Flowdaisy

“It's as if nobody knows me name and I'm just improvisin' who I am.” - Illdia Flowdaisy

“I was just a poor girl'a the streets runnin' from the laughter'a da crowd. I remember da flames dat ate away at me, the memories dat gnaw at my skull and break through me skin. But are those my memories or a corpses'?” - Illdia Flowdaisy

“I keep askin' meself who I am and I always come up wif a different answer.” - Illdia Flowdaisy

“I've been so many things in me loife. A secret, hidin' from the mockery'a the crowd, a poor girl hidin' from the mobs'a violence; a broken body on the side'a da road. But after all dese years I'm still a nobody, clingin' onta 'er memories in 'opes ta be somebody new. But dis face isn't mind and these 'ands dat catch my tears are a stranger's who looks at me in da mirror.” - Illdia Flowdaisy

“You shouldn't fall in love with people like me. I'll dance my fingers across your skull and steal all your thoughts, I'll consume all your desire with a thirsty tongue and bid farewell to your emotions until you're just another husk; killed by the most dangerous knife of all. They call it love, my darling.” - Olivette Winecoaster

“All my emotions demanded to be felt and beat me down to this woman I am.” - Olivette Winecoaster

“I'm a deadly siren kissing your lips under the colored lights, giving you the gift of madness from the tip of my tongue.” - Olivette Winecoaster

“Welcome to the old night club, where sinners dance on poles and the lost ones make love to the found. Oh lord, heaven knows this place is hell, but all the angels found paradise in the flames. Sway back and forth to the sound of madness, kiss the worst parts of you and make love to the name you forgot. This is where angels go to lose their purpose, where drunkards and fools go to find their desire.” - Olivette Winecoaster

“My mind's a well of shadows, and here I sit on the edge, fishing for the light that's fallen. But I've no patience to seek for my light.” - Felisa Tombs

“I don't change with the seasons, all but in Autumn; for just like the leaves I'm painted beautifully before my death.” - Felisa Tombs

“ Everyone wants to hurt me, they've got eyes of stone and their gaze feels like a stoning on my back. I shuffled into the crowd as young children collected stones and tossed them into a pile. I watched them pull my name from the box. And everyone laughs as they cast their stones against me, whispering, "This is how it should be." - Felisa Tombs

“Desire's such a deadly thing. It starts small, at first, with glances across the room and thoughts you can expel. But it's a cancer. It grows and it destroys every other thought until it's all you can think of. It consumes your every hour, it eats away at everything you do until you can't hold it in. And it kills you.” - Laverne Powell

“I was never allowed to be a child. My innocence was ripped away from me until I could hardly speak my name without darkness falling from my tongue. I can still remember his eyes, so cold and deadly. I can still remember her smile, so full of deadly desire and thoughts she couldn't consume.” - Laverne Powell

“I'm a child of desire, brought forth to the shadows to create something real from my sorrow.” - Laverne Powell

“My mother keeps telling me that I'm loved, that I'm still her angel, but how could I possibly believe her? I made a wreckage of her life and these tears she cries are my own.” - Laverne Powell

“I don't own me. I'm just a tongue that searches for death in the dark, knowing it tastes like everything I've ever touched. I'm cursed in some way to love too deeply, to desire all things as I would love the thorns on a rose. I press my lips against a white rose and it runs red. I swallow the bramble; for I lusted for their beauty. And my stomach is a mess of desire, a hungry mouth of lust and fingers searching skin.” - Laverne Powell

“You know how it is, right? You've got no life, scrounging up ideas and little morsels of who ya could be until ya get the grand idea to die for your country, to leave life with a purpose. So you charge into the trenches all grit and iron; but you walk out a discarded bullet, stomped over again and again by those at the beginning of your journey; full of zest and a soldier's grin that always breaks.” - Ventura Hargrave

“Humanity was innocent, once. Back when our minds couldn't think and our survival was pure. But ever since a man rose a stone over his head and brought it down on his blood we've been cursed. By life or death I can never decide.” - Ventura Hargrave

“This world's been fucked ever since we gave birth to our consciousness and there's no going back.” - Ventura Hargrave

“Regret and I go way back. He follows me when I walk out my door and I hold his hand when I walk 'cross the street. He sleeps on the floor beside me and is there to greet me when I wake. He dwells in my disaster and he shares my morning coffee. He ain't a friend, but he's family, and some things ya just can't severe. I know I'm not a good man, this emptiness is sure ta let me know. I've done things no man should do, broken jaws on the edge of a pistol and buried men in the shallow dirt. Those names are secrets ta all but me. And just as Regret they follow me wherever I go, and my home is filled with emotions I can't forget.” - Bennington Shillow 

“A friend'a mine once told me that I'd find myself again, but I don't think so. I don't see him in the crowd anymore. I can see Joy smilin' at me, I bump my shoulder inta Anger and trip over Sorrow's bent knee. All my emotions crowd me in an empty room and it's never silent. There's always a bustlin' in my silence, always a noise in my emptiness.” - Bennington Shillow

“My memories sleep on my couch, my pain searches the fridge in my bones for a morsel ta eat; and my regret as he always has sticks right by my side, tugging at my sleeve as I leave this home of me. His eyes are sad and bloodshot, just as mine, and when I look through him I begin ta see pieces of who I was in the creases of his frown. My innocence sits on his tongue, my childhood pools in his eyes; my name is his crown and he rules over me like a martyr.” - Bennington Shillow

“Life is a bullet, shot from one length of darkness to the next.” - Amallio Firesdirk

“My funeral was held in a quiet forest, surrounded by butterflies with broken wings, wolves without teeth. They laid my mind down in the dirt and spoke a verse from the bible, "Depart from me; I never knew you." And as the soil fell over my skull they all cheered for the life of a boy who had never lived at all.” - Amallio Firesdirk

“I hope for once, that I am able to die; but life is a curse I'm plagued with.” - Amallio Firesdirk

“I didn't mean to hurt a soul, but the moment I did it became evidently clear that I couldn't stop myself.” - Amallio Firesdirk

“I wouldn't say I'm cruel, just playful in the way that a cat paws at the rabbit.” - Amallio Firesdirk

“My mind splits apart and I forget which side I'm on.” - Diego Bates

“I tore myself apart piece by piece until I begged myself to stop. But I kept going. I tore the emotions from me and tossed them on the floor; I ripped the memories from my mind and let them drown under the water. And it was easy. All it took was a knife and a couple of dead dreams to kill who I am.” - Diego Bates

“The world made a monster out of me like it makes beauty out of pain.” - Diego Bates

“I was born faceless and out of my mind, so I scrawl rage onto my blank white page and hope it breathes me back to life. And it does, for a moment. But the moment this anger simmers down I'm left with an aching numbness, an emptiness I'll never forget.” - Diego Bates

“My soul is a heavy, cumbersome thing, trapped in a body that burns, and burns, and burns.” - Christler Wellburn

“The truth is, the truth doesn't exist.” - Christler Wellburn

“My mind's answers always came in the form of teeth, biting down. Ripping away at my flesh, staining the white red and feasting down, to the bone. But it's questions were always pale, white fingers, clutching at the notches of my spine. Digging down; like worms in a rotten fruit. I'm a ghost; and I haunt the dead.” - Christler Wellburn

“I lingered at the doorway of my sanity, out of my mind and mourning for all that I was. Because there my mind laid in my bed, tangled in insanity's sheets. He's skinny and pale, ripping away at my being with thoughts and memories of disdain.” - Christler Wellburn

“He kicked the door down to the house within me, hammer held sturdy in his grip. He ripped the drawers from the cupboards and broke all the plates; he reduced the furniture to splinters and left red bootprints on the carpets. And as he walks out from my home, hammer dripping red; I come to realize I am nothing, now.” - Christler Wellburn

“I'm just another figment of the world's imagination; brought to life by God's pain.” - Christler Wellburn

“When ya fuck with me you best know it's gon' be the last time.” - Oscar Brideford

“It's when you're at your lowest, when every breath hurts, when all hope begins ta trickle from your bones that your demons invite ya to dance. They've been in the corner'a your vision for years now, and damn, it's their turn with the spotlight.” - Oscar Brideford

“I'm stronger then I've evah been, brother. Sure, I'm a cruel sunnuva bitch, world stained black by riches and murder, but c'mom! I'm my own God, now. I wrote my commandments in the bones'a who I was, and damn, a devil that you are's a whole lot better then the angel you used ta be.” - Oscar Brideford

“You think you're a big shot? Think you got the rockers ta stand up to me? C'mon, now, don't fucking kid yourself. I don't play games I know I'll lose. I win or I cheat, that's how the dice roll. So go fly a kite 'til you're tangled in the atmosphere's noose, and as the breath leaves your body make sure ya tell God his creation sent ya.” - Oscar Brideford

“I hide behind my broken body and scream as the bullets begin ta fly. Who I am jerks about like a red puppet on frayed strings and disconnects from 'imself, broken and lost, dejected and bastardized.” - Wyval Killsrift

“I'll tell ya bout a man who trusted, foolish and aloof as 'e stumbled inta the colored lights half dead and blind. He danced ta dead melodies and sins, flauntin' his misery like an open casket. And 'is darkness crept up behind 'im and pressed a lip 'gainst his cheek. He fell in love with 'is shadows, with 'is sins, with the possibilty'a darkness. And down 'e fell inta the open casket that would soon become 'is heart.” - Wyval Killsrift

“The blood that runs through my veins is marred by the color'a my trouble, my heart beaten inta the shape of a monster.” - Wyval Killsrift

“I'm just a dog on misery's chain, scarfin' up what little pieces'a 'imself 'e can catch. I'm starved'a what made me who I am, and I cough up what little pieces'a me I 'ave left.” - Wyval Killsrift

“Pain is a disease transferred man ta man until it arrives in the eyes'a every soul, different but still the same.” - Wyval Killsrift

“There is a place between death and silence in which I lie.” - Darwin Flowrick

“I had always found such beauty in the dark, the monstrous, the ugly. I was in love with the way blood ran from the body, the way darkness' lips tasted on mine. The sun had never been a lover of mine, I was just a boy loved by the shadows, consumed by the hungry monsters.” - Darwin Flowrick

“There is a woman much like darkness itself dancing between the crooks of my fingers, looking into my eyes in search for her death. So I place a rose's wilted petal on her tongue and tell her to swallow the decay. We're a mess of thorns and bramble, her and I, loved by death and despised by life.” - Darwin Flowrick

“Deep in the maw of the black I saw something twist and sway, tempting me with love for the divine. And I stumbled through the shadows with a broken body, closing my eyes as the cracks in my figure began to fill with lust for the despised. Darkness pulled me close to her body and ran her fingers through my hair. She dug her teeth into my skin and pulled away at all that I am like a sweet dream forgotten. She worked on me like a masterpiece, kissing scars into my skin and finding beauty in the bumps and the bruises. Until I became a synonym for what was loved, and despised, and unanimously divine.” - Darwin Flowrick

“There's such a quiet civility about being the hero nobody praises.” - Shilo Andrallko

“Looking for the truth's kind of like hunting the Zodiac. You know he's out there, waiting, hungry, ready to kill again. But you can never find him, and even when he's right in front of you you don't recognize him because you believed the lies you were fed. So he slips away into the night and the truth becomes just another mystery known by none but the dead.” - Shilo Andrallko

“Much more killers were immortalized in verse then in blood, many more battles were written in ink rather then screams.” - Shilo Andrallko

“I just wanted to find the truth, but it hated me. It fought against me and lashed out, catching my cheek with the edge of it's knuckle.” - Shilo Andrallko

“I think I'm sick. My flesh is pale and white, flushed with the dreams I left behind. My eyes are bloodshot with tears, my heart beats so out of tune. As if it forgot the dance and flailed instead of falling.” - Shilo Andrallko

 Under the dancing lights of the night club I fear I lost my pen, and so I sit on the floor hurriedly scrawling the story on paper with the blood on my finger until this poetry looks like murder.” - Shilo Andrallko

“Life came and tore my skull apart. It lovingly nipped at my memories and pulled on my mind until I trusted it. But as soon as I let my secrets into the wind it stole them away and I don't belong to me, anymore.” - Shilo Andrallko

“That boy was just another shadow in the dark, waiting silent and hungry until he found another reason to consume. Truthfully, I mourn for him. He was just a jester the higher powers jerked around on a string until they hung him from a plastic noose and told him to soar. I won't ever pretend to know why he chose darkness, why he chose to become the person he is; but that's his burden to carry. I'll let him go like a bullet from my gun. It'll hurt, it'll dig into my stomach and my heart and claw away at my memories. But one day, that trigger has to be pulled.” - Halsia Grettle

“I'm shattered and envious, left broken and naked on the floor. My body's a tapestry of scars, a canvas of misfortune. But I'll rise from myself stronger, I'll bare my emotions and who I am out in the open; this rawness, this nakedness won't be my vulnerability but my strength.” - Halsia Grettle

“I'm not a saint, anymore. I'm not that mother of five children who thought life was all sunny days and nights spent under the moonlight. Because the thing about life is that it changes you. You ask a single question into the sky and the answer echoes your voice, as if you were your own God, your own choir, your own retribution. And all you can do is hope who you are's enough to make it through another day.” - Halsi Bulletvick

“How does revenge taste to the woman who's been kind all her life? How does death feel to she who's never killed?” - Halsi Bulletvick

“To my children, I miss you so. And I know it's the same sky we gaze into, but the stars don't watch the same woman you think of. I just hope if ever I return to you that you'll forgive me for who I had to be.” - Halsi Bulletvick

“I know that I'm not the same woman I was, and I begin to fear that she's never coming back. She left me on the bed wondering where she went, and these sheets begin to feel cold without me.” - Halsi Bulletvick

“I thought he loved me, but there was nothing but malice hiding behind his smile, lies threaded through his fingers as he touched my skin. He was just a lonely cannibal with dreams of lust and murder, and when I trusted him the most he struck me down, again and again until my bruises tasted like him; until my heart ached with the remnants of his name. And I ask him simply, where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart?” - Missia Heartbrew

“Trust is a knife, they say, and it's always finding and kissing my back.” - Missia Heartbrew

“Redemption's an ugly scar wrought across one's mind, twisting and turning like barbed wire; always biting down when you speak it's name. They tell you how hard the climb is, but they never warn you of what comes after.” - Mick Beldia

“I've been a bad man. I've pulled the trigger and cut throats, I've watched men cast from the side of a ravine and buried corpses of men who deserved to live more then me. I didn't deserve redemption. I didn't deserve to change. But I did. The past is my burden to carry and so long as I live on I'll carry these names in my heart with as much dignity as a man like me can.” - Mick Beldia

“I was just a boy when I first got a taste for darkness, just a man when I fired my first pistol. Life shoves years into the hearts of the young and expects them to live. But we can't. We never could. Because death marked it's name in our lives with memories and fragments of the people it touched and took.” - Mick Beldia

“We can't fall in love with who we are, because the way I see it we want ourselves like a temporary state of mind. We won't love him when he changes. We won't be there for him when he struggles. Because it's the peace we're in love with, not the person themselves.” - Mick Beldia

“Ever since I was just a girl I've known life wasn't something to be lived, but fought through.” - Redly Bowvalk

“That man stood above us all, flaunting his sins like money and wine, telling us we had no chance in hell of rising past his trouble. Because he was the law. He always would be. We had dreams and fortunes, but he ripped them away. He stole them with greedy and bruised fingers that hardly look human, anymore. And we succumbed to his vision of power because it was the only power we had.” - Redly Bowvalk

“It's hard to gain ground when every window's a gun's eye and every finger's on the trigger.” - Redly Bowvalk

“Maybe we're not heroes, maybe we're not even good people. But good will come of our fight.” - Redly Bowvalk

“We were all born in a slumber blind to who we are, but through our experiences and our battles we slowly learned who we were meant to be; and they were nobody to be proud of.” - Redly Bowvalk

“He was a pale white rose growing over mercy, over decency, over our trust and envy. I swear to the heavens above he was a good man once, but that faded away like a shadow as the sun rises in the sky.” - Fi Summervark

“Carlzia and I were just two lost souls clinging onto bullets, but at least we had each other past these gunpowder scars. Our bones are made of smoke, our hearts are just sparks from the revolver, but past all this death we're good, still. And that's all we can ask for. When she presses her lips against mine it feels as if for a moment, I'm not cruel, or broken down. As if I'm someone worth loving and fighting for.” - Fi Summervark

“My heart's carved with the names I've put down on metal, my tongue is shaped like a trigger; and my words come out like bullets.” - Fi Summervark

“It's only when Carlzia lays a finger against my cheek and looks into my eyes that I feel more human then a weapon. That's what they call us. They send us out into the world to kill the cruelty, to pierce through the hearts of villainy. But we're just guns to them, aren't we? Fingers that pull the trigger.” - Fi Summervark

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[ashtonsunshine]

Hailing from the outskirts of Sydney, 5 Seconds of Summer (5SOS) – comprising Luke Hemmings (vocals/guitar), Michael Clifford (vocals/guitar), Calum Hood (vocals/bass) and Ashton Irwin (vocals/drums) – got their start forging a sound that brought pure punk energy to pop music. Within just a few years they became a global phenomenon, then defied all expectation on their third album Youngblood, a 2018 release that made them the only band in Billboard 200 history to see its first three studio albums debut at No. 1. Now, with their fourth full-length album ‘C A L M’ on the way, 5SOS push into even bolder sonic terrain, realizing their vision with more impact and intensity than ever before. 

In the making of the upcoming album, 5SOS focused on further expanding their sound. “We’re fascinated with incorporating this very industrial-type musicality into what we’re doing as a band,” says Irwin. At the same time, the band assumed a greater complexity in their lyrics. “Even if we’re writing about something beautiful, we always try to put some sort of dark twist on it so that the song has our own unique stamp,” says Hemmings. Along with adding more emotional weight to each track, that approach lends a whole new durability to their music. “These new songs feel like something we could keep playing for the next 10 years, or even beyond that," says Hood. "It feels like our first album—like we finally found what we’d been trying to achieve since the beginning of this band.”

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#5sos #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #Spotify #CALM

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 6.30

296 – Pope Marcellinus begins his papacy. 763 – The Byzantine army of emperor Constantine V defeats the Bulgarian forces in the Battle of Anchialus. 1422 – Battle of Arbedo between the duke of Milan and the Swiss cantons. 1521 – Spanish forces defeat a combined French and Navarrese army at the Battle of Noáin during the Spanish conquest of Iberian Navarre. 1559 – King Henry II of France is mortally wounded in a jousting match against Gabriel, comte de Montgomery. 1598 – The Spanish held Castillo San Felipe del Morro in San Juan, Puerto Rico having been besieged for fifteen days, surrenders to an English force under Sir George Clifford, Earl of Cumberland. 1632 – The University of Tartu is founded. 1651 – The Deluge: Khmelnytsky Uprising: The Battle of Berestechko ends with a Polish victory. 1688 – The Immortal Seven issue the Invitation to William, which would culminate in the Glorious Revolution. 1758 – Seven Years' War: Habsburg Austrian forces destroy a Prussian reinforcement and supply convoy in the Battle of Domstadtl, helping to expel Prussian King Frederick the Great from Moravia. 1794 – Northwest Indian War: Native American forces under Blue Jacket attack Fort Recovery. 1805 – Under An act to divide the Indiana Territory into two separate governments, adopted by the U.S. Congress on January 11, 1805, the Michigan Territory is organized. 1859 – French acrobat Charles Blondin crosses Niagara Falls on a tightrope. 1860 – The 1860 Oxford evolution debate at the Oxford University Museum of Natural History takes place. 1864 – U.S. President Abraham Lincoln grants Yosemite Valley to California for "public use, resort and recreation". 1882 – Charles J. Guiteau is hanged in Washington, D.C. for the assassination of U.S. President James Garfield. 1886 – The first transcontinental train trip across Canada departs from Montreal, Quebec. It arrives in Port Moody, British Columbia on July 4. 1892 – The Homestead Strike begins near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. 1900 – A savage fire wrecked three steamships docked at a pier in Hoboken, New Jersey. Over 200 crew members and passengers are killed, and hundreds injured. 1905 – Albert Einstein sends the article On the Electrodynamics of Moving Bodies, in which he introduces special relativity, for publication in Annalen der Physik. 1906 – The United States Congress passes the Meat Inspection Act and Pure Food and Drug Act. 1908 – The Tunguska Event, the largest impact event on Earth in human recorded history, resulting in a massive explosion over Eastern Siberia. 1912 – The Regina Cyclone, Canada's deadliest tornado event, kills 28 people in Regina, Saskatchewan. 1916 – World War I: In "the day Sussex died", elements of the Royal Sussex Regiment take heavy casualties in the Battle of the Boar's Head at Richebourg-l'Avoué in France. 1921 – U.S. President Warren G. Harding appoints former President William Howard Taft as Chief Justice of the United States. 1922 – In Washington D.C., U.S. Secretary of State Charles Evans Hughes and Dominican Ambassador Francisco J. Peynado sign the Hughes–Peynado agreement, which ends the United States occupation of the Dominican Republic. 1934 – The Night of the Long Knives, Adolf Hitler's violent purge of his political rivals in Germany, takes place. 1936 – Emperor Haile Selassie of Abyssinia appeals for aid to the League of Nations against Italy's invasion of his country. 1937 – The world's first emergency telephone number, 999, is introduced in London. 1944 – World War II: The Battle of Cherbourg ends with the fall of the strategically valuable port to American forces. 1953 – The first Chevrolet Corvette rolls off the assembly line in Flint, Michigan. 1956 – A TWA Super Constellation and a United Airlines DC-7 collide above the Grand Canyon in Arizona and crash, killing all 128 on board both airliners. 1959 – A United States Air Force F-100 Super Sabre from Kadena Air Base, Okinawa, crashes into a nearby elementary school, killing 11 students plus six residents from the local neighborhood. 1960 – Belgian Congo gains independence as Republic of the Congo (Léopoldville). 1963 – Ciaculli bombing: a car bomb, intended for Mafia boss Salvatore Greco, kills seven police officers and military personnel near Palermo. 1966 – The National Organization for Women, the United States' largest feminist organization, is founded. 1968 – Pope Paul VI issues the Credo of the People of God. 1971 – The crew of the Soviet Soyuz 11 spacecraft are killed when their air supply escapes through a faulty valve. 1972 – The first leap second is added to the UTC time system. 1974 – The Baltimore municipal strike of 1974 begins. 1977 – The Southeast Asia Treaty Organization disbands. 1985 – Thirty-nine American hostages from the hijacked TWA Flight 847 are freed in Beirut after being held for 17 days. 1986 – The U.S. Supreme Court rules in Bowers v. Hardwick that states can outlaw homosexual acts between consenting adults. 1989 – A coup d'état in Sudan deposes the democratically elected government of Prime Minister Sadiq al-Mahdi and President Ahmed al-Mirghani. 1990 – East Germany and West Germany merge their economies. 1994 – During a test flight of an Airbus A330-300 at Toulouse–Blagnac Airport, the aircraft crashes killing all seven people on board. 1997 – The United Kingdom transfers sovereignty over Hong Kong to China. 2005 – MTV Canada is rebranded as Razer 2007 – A Jeep Cherokee filled with propane canisters drives into the entrance of Glasgow Airport, Scotland in a failed terrorist attack. This was linked to the 2007 London car bombs that had taken place the day before. 2009 – Yemenia Flight 626, an Airbus A310-300, crashes into the Indian Ocean near Comoros, killing 152 of the 153 people on board. A 14-year-old girl named Bahia Bakari survives the crash. 2013 – Nineteen firefighters die controlling a wildfire near Yarnell, Arizona. 2013 – Protests begin around Egypt against President Mohamed Morsi and the ruling Freedom and Justice Party, leading to their overthrow during the 2013 Egyptian coup d'état. 2015 – A Hercules C-130 military aircraft with 113 people on board crashes in a residential area in Medan, Indonesia, resulting in at least 116 deaths.

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