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[apolloanddaphnis]

Speaking in Tongues

Part IV

Disclaimer : Smut. Timothée showing a little toxic behavior. My Timothée might be a little inspired by @meetmyothersouls Dark!Timothée.

Timothée's POV

Would she still want me when I'm no longer cute? When I'm no longer an icon or Hollywood's favorite faunlet, will she move on to the next?

I couldn't handle it if I was tossed aside, I wouldn't handle that well. I wouldn't allow it, I just wouldn't.

I never ended up taking her home, after the third round in the car I couldn't let her go. I wanted to smell her and taste her for more than just one night and she was easy to convince. Curling up into me like a little kitten, I took her back to my Santa Monica house and we were so enamored with one another we did it in my driveway and the entryway.

I carried her upstairs despite her protests of being too heavy. It's surprising to me that she doesn't see how devastatingly sexy she is, but maybe she looks at my lean physique and assumes I'm weak, I hope not. I frowned.

We ended the night around six in the morning, after my horrible attempt in recreating espresso martinis after finding out it was her favorite cocktail as well, she made us New York Sours and we slow danced to Lana Del Rey, we kissed a little bit more and then I suggested it was too late to go home.

We were both insatiable but exhausted so I suggested cockwarming, something she has never done, but she slept like a baby when I slipped inside of her, and I held her close not wanting to let her go. I never will.

I ended up waking up at noon, I didn't smell her perfume or her skin and I freaked out. Jumped up despite my massive hangover and called out for her. "Minka? Minka? Minka!"

"Did someone call?" I heard her angelic voice respond in sing-song, I relaxed, my heart stopped racing only to pick up again when she came into my vision.

She strolled in looking fresh as a daisy like she didn't go to sleep this morning, she was in a pair of my sunglasses, my oversized black trench coat and those damn fetish boots. She even had her makeup done, when did she bring her purse? Coffee colored lipstick painted her lips and it looked sensual.

She looked so hot, and in a bad need to be bent over. She took off my sunglasses revealing those unreal violet eyes, the very eyes that took notice that I'm naked. I smirked as I slowly made my way over to her and she bit her pouty bottom lip. "I figured you'd be hung over." She cleared her throat. "I went to Nekters juice bar and got two Pink Flamingos with wheat grass shots, and an almond butter bowl for us to share." Her big doe eyes looked up at me, and imagined them doing that with her on her knees. I sucked on my lip looking at her and took the smoothies, placing them on the table.

I unbuttoned the coat to reveal her in nothing, not even underwear since I ripped her thong to shreds. My pupils were blown as I took in her soft, erotic figure. "You walked around like this? Nothing underneath?"

She licked her lips and I gently grabbed her jaw. "Use your words, chouchou."

She whimpered, she loves it when I talk to her like that. I felt my cock twitch at her submission.

"Yes, I had no clothes so…."

"Bad girl."

My eyes scanned her entirely, wildly. I brushed my nose into her hair smelling a rosemary minty shampoo and rosy sweet perfume. I stopped my eyes from rolling back as gripped her peach shaped ass and gave it a hard spank.

She gasped audibly and I loved her for it. I rested my chin on her shoulder to look over it, watching her ass jiggle as I spanked it over and over, harder and harder.

I felt her Straddle my thigh and I felt her hot and wet. I grinded my thigh into her soaked pussy, hitting her clit. Her amethyst-blue eyes rolled back and she let out sweet, loud, whimpering whines and sloppy incoherent words. "Look at you, such a sweet little slut for me." I cooed in her ear as I kissed her neck. She whined again. "Chouchou, use your words."

"I-uh-Tim-f-fuck s-so good!" Sweet little tears dripped and wept down her adorable round cheeks. "You're so precious, my little baby." She grinded down more on my thigh. "You're a vixen one moment and then my sweet little kitten the next, with your soft body and your pillowy tits and your juicy ass and those eyes. Fuck look up into my eyes baby girl, ma Belle, ma petite ange, mon bébé, mon bijou. Putain, putain, putain!" She screamed her body all flushed on her tanned skin as tears poured freely and she came all over my thigh.

And the best was her amaranth eyes staring wildly and unhinged up into mine.

She was panting and fell weakly against me, I kissed her sweet lips, her mouth tasted like fruit, her skin was unrealistically soft. I pulled us both down to the floor, and spread her legs, inhaling her like a snarling beast, rubbing my nose all over the skin of her stomach smelling like rosewater and milk.

I kissed down her skin and underneath her stomach, I nipped in her inner thighs before biting down in the skin hard enough to leave bite marks and she cried out "Ow! Yes!" I kissed where I bit with tenderness and she stroked my curls, it felt way too wonderful. I didn't want to lose her touch.

I followed the natural sweet and fresh musky scent of her aroused heat, following the scent like a wild dog. I only admired her pussy for a small moment, puffy sweet pussy, raspberry-pink bits called to me like candy. I groaned as I took in her heart shaved public hair that I didn't have time to admire last night when I dove into her like some animal in mating season.

I was about to do the same again, I sucked her completely into my mouth before flickering my tongue and pushing it right in. "Oh my God! Chcę być dla ciebie tak dobry, tak dobry, och, tatusiu! Jestem twój!"

I pushed her so far into pleasure she was screaming in what sounded like Polish. Fuck, she sounds even sexier if possible, her smoldering, scratchy voice speaking God knows what in that alluring Slavic tongue. I pulsed hard and pre cum dripped from the slit on my tip.

I felt so needy for her as I sucked on her sweet folds and treated her clit like hard candy. She smells good absolutely everywhere, and down here it was like a clean scent, the musk so light it was like Egyptian, the kind you bottle and sell. I'd buy up every bottle of her scent for the pure intention of no one else being allowed to smell what's mine.

Yes I have decided she belongs to me, she was mine the moment I saw her, she just really didn't know it yet. I grasped her thighs possessively, as she clamped down around my head, I buried my mouth further in her. I was sloppy as I dined on her like a fine l'entrée of oysters. I slurped with no manners and when she came, I licked her sweet sauce from my fingers as I forced her to watch me. She was flushed and panting with her violet-blue eyed lidded, her thick, long, almost Mink like lashes fluttered like bat wings. I love her. Her full lips were swollen and I saw that I was so eager when kissing her that it was my doing. I moved up and hovered over her, loving how much taller how much bigger I was than the petite stature little nymph beneath me. I pressed a gentle kiss to her pretty lips, gingerly cupping her buxom breasts for my comfort. I imagined them bigger and filled with milk, I nearly whined as I rubbed my weeping cock against her recently dined on pussy, needing to be inside of her again wanting to breed her, make her fat tits full with sweet milk. "Je veux t'élever et te remplir de mon lait pour que ces seins se remplissent du tien."

I want her.

I need her.

I love her.

Minka.

Minka.

Minka.

Minka…

Five letters, two syllables.

Without warning I pushed inside of her, she cried as her body started to stretch around me, it made me dizzy with arousal. When I finally bottomed out I slammed further in extracting a yelp from her gorgeous lips. I took her wrists, they're delicate but not small, my hands are still big enough to pin them over her head.

She looked up at me, beneath me I had Generation Z's answer to Elizabeth Taylor writhing beneath me. She looked so perfect. "I need a picture of you like this, I need you just like this looking more gorgeous than you ever have. Naked and wanton and flushed and primal and all for me."

She looked to be thinking for a moment, her pretty lavender blue eyes could never hide any emotion, it's what makes her such an iconic actress, what makes legendary directors come back from the grave to have her in their film, to be their muse and inspiration. If she were just a girl who works at Krispy Kreme or PetCo, she'd still be someone's inspiration, I'd still steal her from the world.

"I….will it just be for you?" She asked in a small voice.

I laughed. "Mon petite papillon de nuit, I'm far too possessive to ever share you."

She softened and nodded. "Take a picture of me Timothée, take a picture of me with your cock balls deep inside of me and my thoughts turned to mush."

I moaned and leaned forward to kiss her, causing me to rock into her deep. "You're unearthly."

I didn't want to pull out of her, I pulled her with me still in her as I dragged us to the table and grabbed it. She was ready for the camera, her eyes crossed in posing and I took a couple of pictures before tossing my phone away. I kissed her with starvation and slammed into her, my pace fast, the lewd and loud sounds bouncing off the walls in here. My hands had her wrists pinned above her head as our pelvic bones smacked violently together.

What a perfect creature, my little moth Goddess was wrapped around me tighter than a snake and wetter than the rainforest. I had her wings clipped and I'm keeping them forever. I wanted her to feel me everytime she walks and every time she sits down.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

She looked up at me, her cries of passion became louder as mine did. I'm not exactly quiet in the bedroom, especially not when I have such prime, Michelin pussy.

She giggled before full on laughing, her pussy contracts around me and I think I'm gonna die, but I'm just cumming, cumming over and over like I took something. I was still hard and still going and she arched her back off of the floor, moving her body like a Serpent, thrashing against her chains against me. She made obscene, x rated whining sounds. Her breasts jiggle impolitely and she spoke to me in ecstasy in Polish, the naughty starlet knows I don't understand it. "Weź mnie jak zwierzę, pieprz mnie jak dziwkę, jestem twoją dziwką, twoją dzihi jwką!"

..

I slammed into her so hard our bodies kept shifting, moving closer to the hallway, it only made her l louder falling to more hysterical pleasure. "I can't wait–i need, please! Please may I cum?"

I whined and lifted my hits to have her sort of bounce on my cock shift to hit her deep. "You have such sweet manners, how could I ever say no? Cum for me, let yourself go chouchou, surrender yourself to me."

She screamed and cried for me and only me, and in awe and self satisfaction I watched her squirt. I kept thrusting inside her tight, wet warmth watching her body twitch as I filled her up, desiring more than anything that cumflation was a real thing.

She looked mindless and exhausted to the point she would probably fall asleep soon. My hangover was completely gone. I smiled and kissed up her body still inside of her. "Mon ange, I'm going to run you a bath okay?"

She rubbed her eyes. "But you'll have to pull out.' She said in a small voice.

She was going into subspace, I was pleasantly surprised. I'm so elated this was a part of her personality, it'll mean she'll need me. I stroked her cheek and then her hair, she weakly wrapped her arms around me, pressing her breasts to my chest, the sensation was dizzying. I rubbed her back in slow circles, her skin so soft. "I know chouchou, but I need to take care of you, make sure my girl is okay. Was I too rough with you?"

She nuzzled my neck and it was like a green button of euphoria. "I love it rough."

I reached down to feel her and she bit back a wince. I slowly pulled out and she whined, a tear rolled down her cheek. "No, dont!"

"Shh, baby girl." I cupped her face with affection as I looked into those violet eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, it's okay. Let me take care of you." I picked her up and laid her on my bed before wrapping her in my sheets. I stroked her lip with my thumb before kissing her mouth fully. I rubbed my hand down her back to cup her ass and muttered. "T'es la mienne." She sank into me and I reluctantly pulled my mouth away to grab my phone and made some texts to my assistant. I held my girl the whole time and it felt blissfully domestic.

I looked at her, soft face, big doe eyes, makeup a mess, naked…I pulled her into my arms and kissed up her neck, rewarded with sweet candied little moans and her soft hands on me. I sucked over the purple bruises I left up to her delectable mouth.

"Mmm, your lips feel so nice. " She giggled and I grinned. "You feel so nice. Nice doesn't even describe it." I said to her my cock hardened again against her thigh. She let out a breathy sound. I desperately needed her again but she was so sore and probably not as insatiable as I am. But as I softly kissed down to her breasts she spread her legs. I groaned against her nose. "Kitten…" I warned.

"I don't care, I need you again."

"You're sore."

"Maybe I like being sore, maybe I like feeling what you've done to me left behind." She kissed my neck.

I wanted to marry her.

I gripped her hips tight with frustration. "Fuck baby…fine."

She grinned in delight, so fucking cute. She then got up and moved so she was bent over, gripping the headboard and spreading her legs, her plump ass presented like a gift. She was dripping wet again. Fuck. No one I have been with has been like this like me.

I slid into her from behind slowly. We groaned in unison."how are you still so tight?' I asked with a gasp.

"My little secret." She moaned.

My eyes rolled back once I bottomed out, my hands everywhere and I gently guided her neck so she can look back up at me as I slowly fucked her and filled her.

Eventually after our slow fuck session, the doorbell rang. I reluctantly got up and pulled on my sweatpants to answer it. I returned with a 200 count 200mg ibuprofen. The liquid gels were in the target bag, a huge bag of Lush, and clothing bags from a myriad of places as well as an Aveda bag. I didn't want her to leave.

"What's this?" She asked with a smile.

"Stuff for you. Look through them, I'll go make your bath." I took what I needed from the bags and headed into my bathroom.

"Alexa play the Cocteau Twins Pandora" I remembered in an interview that you said you love taking baths to the Cocteau twins and books on audible. I just didn't know what books yet, so the twins will have to do it for now. Let's see what Tyler my assistant picked. I took out the bath oil choices from Lush, pouring in Flower's barrow because that smells all sweet and rosy like my girl. To go with it I threw in a rose jam bubble bar, and then two more because who doesn't love bubbles? Last I dropped the sex bomb, that one besides the snow fairy is her favorite. I turned on the jacuzzi jets of my state of the art tub, and lit the candles. Two candles were from aveda, one was shampure, and the other was rosemary mint which was the smell of her hair. Another candle was red roses by Jo Malone, Cashmere Kush by boy smells, and Burning rose by Byredo. I even put on a diffuser with essential oils from Aveda. I had the bath pillow set up and an array of soaps and scrubs lined up.

"Timothée?"

She stood in the doorway as I told Alexa to turn off the lights. She looked smoldering and dangerous, the little thing she was, in my sheets. I smiled as she looked around in awe and took in the scents. "Oh my God, it smells so good in here, is this for me?"

I was quickly in front of her and removed the sheets from her gorgeous body pulling her close. ''Of course, who else?"

She beamed beautifully. "This is so nice, oh Summerhead is on, I love this song!"

I love how much she loves music, she associates it with moods and feelings. I sighed and she looked up at me in concern. "Are you okay?"

I kissed her. "Just really happy right now, now come on. Get in." I watched her descend into the water like a siren, and I took off my sweatpants and joined her. She had us move so her back was lying against my chest. I wrapped my arms and legs around her. My eyes roamed her body, admiring the bruises I left. I kissed her neck, soft and subtle.

She giggled, feeling ticklish. "I have a photoshoot tomorrow morning. Would you like to come?"

I felt my heart race. "I wouldn't miss it."

She drew patterns on my knee before taking a hand held body brush and lathering it with

Ro's Argan soap, and I loved it because it smells like her. I was supposed to be the one taking care of her but she was taking care of me. She scrubbed me down from head to toe, used a wash cloth to gently wash my groin, and she ended up riding me.

After bath time we felt boneless and far too relaxed and ended up falling asleep. When I woke up she was in one of my shirts, her face fresh from makeup making her look innocent in contrast to her usual screen siren look.

She made me drink the juice she got me and eat the other half of the almond butter bowl, she was right I did feel better.

Minka and I lit the candles in my room and I put on Frank Ocean. She laid in my arms and I rubbed her back beneath her shirt. I was smoking a bowl and felt so good, especially with her here. She drew patterns on my head and read my palm. "You're going to live a very long life, but that's not abnormal with Capricorns."

I chuckled, she's very into astrology and fortune and psychic things, she's so whimsical and refreshing. "Oh really?"

She nodded. "Are Pisces and Capricorns compatible?" I asked her, already knowing her sign.

She smiled. "Not really, but Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor were scorpio and pisces, which are less compatible. "

"They divorced." I said with an ache in my heart.

"But they were the love of one another's life. I think if they both weren't busy with acting they would have been fine."

I felt crestfallen. "We're both actors."

She sat up to look up at me. "Yeah but you're not planning on marrying me." Before I could vehemently respond otherwise, her phone buzzed. She picked it up and smiled. My jealousy got the best of me and I spoke before thinking. "Who is it?"

To my shock she answered me, so sweet and obedient. "Hayden."

I felt rage course through me but my voice remained calm. "Christensen?" He has acted with her as a love interest in a couple of films, like Polanski's first breakout film in years, Possession. He's hot and older and everyone knows they're friends and that Hayden has been hinting to want more.

I balled my fist so tight my nails bit into my palms. I couldn't breathe. Then her phone was ringing. "Timothée, I'll be right back, I need to take this."

I almost yelled no, but she doesn't know she's mine yet. I'll let her answer the phone call, but once she's done she'll know she's mine.

@meetmyothersouls @sufferingstarlight

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About me xxx

Hey babes this is my first Tumblr post here are some cheeky things about me xxx

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୨୧┇Name: Michaelmyerssectretgf (or Mikey lol)

୨୧┇Birthday: 17th October

୨୧┇Nationality: Scottish-French oui oui

୨୧┇Gender: Girl (She/her)

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୨୧┇Food: Garlic bread

୨୧┇Color: Black, red, purple

୨୧┇Musicians:

Lana Del Rey

The Weeknd

Freddie Dredd

Deftones

Kali Uchis

BONES

$uicideboy$

Future

Ethel Cain

Slayyyter

Grimes

Sky Ferreria

(G)I-DLE

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KARD

+ Way More

୨୧┇Movies: I love horror <3

Sinister

Saw

The Black Phone

Pearl

John Wick

The Dark Knight

Terrifier 1 and 2

Shrek :)

Barbie

୨୧┇TV Shows:

Cobra Kai

Hannibal

Superstore

American Horror Story

Good Omens

A Series of unfortunate events

(I need to watch more TV Shows ngl)

୨୧┇Animal: Cats! I am a huge cat person

୨୧┇Fictional Characters:

Pearl - Pearl

Art The Clown - Terrifier

Mark Hoffman - Saw

Roman Bridger - Scream 3

Jason Carvey - Scream 6 (Deserved more screentime)

Quinn Bailey - Scream 6

Tiffany Valentine - Chucky movies

Firefly Fam - Firefly Trilogy

Aemond Targryen - House of the Dragon

Michael Myers - Halloween

Fleabag - Fleabag

Elaine Parks - The Love Witch

୨୧┇My Celebrity Crushes

Dev Patel

Tom Wlaschiha

Ethan Hawke

Mads Mikkelsen

David Howard Thornton

Pedro Pascal

Oscar Isaac

Richard Brake

Rory Culkin

Tony Revolori

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୨୧┇Likes: Music, Cardi B doing ASMR, Writing, Cats. blocking people on Twitter, drinking lots of coffee, Nice people :), creepy things, Night time drives, Orange juice, Jeremy Fragrence, Gothic things, dollcore too, Trisha Paytas, Lidl bakery, Older men ehehheh

୨୧┇Dislikes: mean people (Aka half the ppl in my school), rain, Chocolate and fruit mixed together, Loud noises (I start crying haha), Feeling left out/Being a thirdwheel, having dry skin

୨୧┇Extra stuff: I love Hamilton :), I am a very sensitive person, I want to become an actress when I leave school, I am guilty of using Character ai 0_0, I have an obsession with orange juice, I am excited for Terrifier 3 to come out, I have never met a celebrity before :(, I am quite quiet irl, I have asthma and eczema it sucks, I collect cat figures, horror DVDs, can tabs and CDs

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More because we are so bored.

Hitch:

Sophie= fashion, Marilyn Monroe, hot pink, bubblegums, big hoop earrings, 50's movies and other iconic movies, big city popular girl, cherleader, short skirts, bows, lapdogs, sunny summer weather , where everything is upbeat and not freakishly hot, pear liquer, coconut cookies, sexy dresses, hot chocolate with chili

Me= Hot pink, gold jewerly, tight short dresses, but also cute dresses, lipsticks, long nails, manicure, seductive, night dates, dance clubs from the 60's, feminist, bored, cheerful, companion, very bisexual, high heels.

Marlowe:

Sophie= citrus scented essential oil, old tech like walkmans, vhs tapes, a dusty attic full of memories and long forgotten toys and things, red velvet cookie, macha tea, 90's aesthetic clothing style and music, Backstreet Boys, unsaid love, standing up for the bigger cause, round sunglasses, heavy rain but the sun still shines and the sky is blue, kinda ambivalent but really interesting sight, black labradors, wine, seriousness, keeping someones word, high waist jeans.

Me= Coffee colors, medals, military officer, black coffee, armani fashion style, rules, order, Law, naive, clueless, workaholic, cleanliness, polished shoes, caramel flavour, classical music, wood.

Boris:

Sophie= Pity, Sarcasm, Screamo music, Death core, Slipknot, big fluffy cats like Norwegian forest cats, swamps / marshlands with weeping willows, living a luxurious life in the most gorgeous house of the town, prince, chokers (with spikes and skulls), ripped sleeveless shirts, ripped skinny jeans, gingerbread, cherry coke, red marlboro, atheism, indifference, cold starless winter nights with smoke and eerie ambience.

Me= Sleepless nights, baggy eyes, mean, very smart, aloof, private, quiet but judging, rich, lowkey depressed, tired, fast learner, lilac and beige colors, mist, horror movies, slasher movies, cannot get scared, uncompassionate.

Floch:

Sophie= shiba inus, rusty irons, that man would be a fucking tornado, old victorian houses, but like those ones that are forgotten and kinda sleazy, rotting wood with tiny mushrooms on it, foxes, sly, devoted, honour, rage, hate, radicalism, fish and chips and spicy pizzas, dark brown leather jackets with oldish, kinda, unkempt scarfs, skinny jeans with hommade badges, lichi coffee, cupcakes, autumn colours, cold, pale hands,fanatism

Me= Cherrybomb, bubblegum, sassy, impatient, mean girl behaviour, devoted, seeks attention, love crush, destiny, life purposes, dreamer, roses with spikes, mockery, red/pink afternoon, pretty eyes, straightfoward, loud, wine, fanatism.

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Pieck:

Sophie= big hats, long skirts with oversized shirts, she would wear spotted things, dachshunds, giant plushies, vintage clothing and makeup style, history geek, llava cake, red wine, indie movies, ripped short jeans, Lana del Rey, white Phillip Morris cigarettes, big backpacks, chokers, bookworm, plum scent, cinnamon-apple tea, autumn weather with smokey scent, the sky is dull but really bright, some leaves are still on the trees and tiny birds are sitting on the branches, weed.

Me= Beautiful, calm village with kind people, calmness, dogs, loyal, patriotic, soft hair, messy, kind, unintentionally seductive, light jeans, comfortable clothes, big cardigans, small, dark eyes circles, natural, plants, old vintage cigarettes, classical.

Porco:

Sophie= bears, bomber jackets, military, bad boy, insecurity, honour, glory, brotherly love, bully, jock, american staffordshire terrier, campfires, raging storm on the sea while sitting in a boat, fearless of the giant waves, pistachio ice cream, walnuts, whisky, You're so Cool - Nicole Dollanganger, calf high boots with slightly baggy waist jeans, triped shirts, marine blue and fire red, phoenixes, sacrifice, big red house cats with a small nick in their ears, bruises, determination

Me= Pigs, clean, serious, tough, fragil masculinity, bully, bitch face, boots, tight t-shirts, green military colors, gel, small chains, cigarettes, small penis, mist cloudy park in Spain, revenge, jackets, frown, video games, cat with rabies, hand tattoos, jail time.

Part 1

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[thefilmsimps]

The Matrix Resurrections (dir. Lana Wachowski)

-Jere Pilapil-

God bless the Wachowskis. I know this is just a Lana Wachowski joint, but I mean, just, in general. They never give you quite what you expect, even here.

The Matrix Resurrections is the third Matrix sequel, and it spends much of its time sending you off balance (my fiancé wondered out loud multiple times “I’m still trying to figure out if this is a remake or a sequel or a reboot or what”. “All of the above”, it turns out). It starts by remaking the iconic opening of The Matrix and things just get different. That’s kind of this movie in a nutshell, but it’s also a continuation of the themes and world established in the original trilogy. It’s a smaller stakes rescue story, though, ultimately not as concerned with the fate of mankind as with providing a bit more of a satisfactory coda to a couple of the series’ main characters (all my muscles are tensed trying not to spoil things).

And, like every Matrix sequel, I can see how this can be divisive and vehemently disagree with a lot of criticisms I’ve seen so far. Maybe because I’ve recently rewatched all of the movies (except The Animatrix, which I ought to rewatch soon), but I’m unfazed by the meta commentary on reboots and sequels. I’ve seen other reviews accuse this movie of hemming and hawing before getting around to being a proper sequel, but the justification is the movie. It’s baked into the premise and the entire meta nature of the Matrix movies. It has us once again asking “What is The Matrix?” As the original movie’s tagline asked, though this time it’s interested in making us also ask the same questions my fiancé was asking (so, mission accomplished there, Lana). For the first half, it misdirects us in all directions until we wind up in a place that feels familiar but is not.

In some ways The Matrix Resurrections is in conversation with the current generation of sequels to old properties, where the new one continues the first one and everything in between gets ignored. There are times early on where it feels like maybe this movie might be doing that, but eventually it says “fuck you”. The Matrix is a perfect crowd-pleasing blockbuster. It’s weird enough to require a little thought but cool and action-packed enough to enjoy it even if you don’t get it (but it goes to great pains to explain everything to you). The sequels, though, are for the nerds. They’re for people like me who like their sci-fi up its own ass, and this movie bravely chooses to double down on the ideas, probably to a fault.

The bad news, unfortunately, is that the action this time is merely adequate. I do miss the ambition of the action from the original trilogy, but I’d liken the progression here to an innovative band: eventually the fresh thing they brought to the table is absorbed, and they become the elder statesman more dependable for craft than thrills. That’s this movie, where some of the effects that blew minds in 1999 are still here, but they’re hardly noticeable because they’re just part of the modern action lexicon. It’s a wise decision, from a filmmaking perspective for Wachowski to focus on the story and what she’s trying to express here, though it’s still a little disappointing that so much of the action, even the stuff I like, feels truncated.

I read awhile back that the idea for this movie came up as part of Lana Wachowski’s process while grieving her parents. From that prism, a lot of this movie makes a lot more sense, but even when I watched it having forgotten that knowledge, I was thrilled by this movie. It is a return to the original Matrix in the sense that it is a bit of a house of mirrors where what’s “real” isn’t a given. It gave me the feeling that maybe the carpet isn’t being pulled out from under me, but I’m balanced on the carpet, which is mysteriously a half inch above the floor. Like with the other Matrix sequels, I’m excited to jump back into this one because there’s probably stuff I’m forgetting and stuff I didn’t get the first time. My kind of sci-fi.

8.5/10

#movie review #matrix #sci-fi #action #philosophy 101

[riathenowheregirl]

Gold Dust Women: My Favorite Witchy Singers

Okay, before you burn me alive with “Where’s this certain artist?!” or “Why is this certain artist not here?!” or “Who even uses Tumblr these days?”, uhmmm me bish?? It’s my safe zone. Okay, the last question was a joke. 

Can I just say that the amazing women on this list are artists I listen to all the time. They’re my favorites, so chill (I’m open for suggestions tho). This is not Rolling Stone or Billboard magazine, it’s just ya girl’s good ol’ tumblr blog. Also, I’m not saying that all of them are literal w i t c h e s, it’s just that they portray the same aesthetic through their art and music. 

Alright, now that’s settled, let’s start.

1. STEVIE NICKS 

Do I even need to explain this? Stevie is undoubtedly the Etheral Queen of them all, the Pioneer, the O.G. Supreme whose lyrical soul and spellbinding voice echoes from the distant past to the inevitable future. Everything about her oozes with witchcraft and magic starting from her iconic top hat, to her millions of intricately made shawls, down to her platform boots. Only Stevie Nicks could pull off such Not-of-this-Era outfits and she has been doing it CONSISTENTLY. She’s in a timeline of her OWN. If you listen to her music, you would notice that every song of hers is poetry, like she’s telling a story or conjuring the unknown. She’s every witchy woman’s icon and that’s a fact.

Stevie is an untouchable yet gracious legend, we’ll always be a part of her sisterhood until the day of earth’s decay. Forever the Queen of Rock N’ Roll. 

Current Favorite Stevie Lyrics:  “ You can fly swinging from your trapeze, scaring all the people...but you'll never scare me.”  |   “Once in a million years a lady like her rises. Oh no, Rhiannon, you cry, but she's gone and your life knows no answer.”

Notice how I used the word “current”? Because it always changes depending on the state my life. Here’s a more detailed post on why I love her.   

2. KATE BUSH 

“Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home, I'm so cold! Let me in through your window!”

The eccentric beauty, Kate Bush made a genius, artistic move by writing a song about the book, Wuthering Heights, written by Emily Brontë in the 1800′s. Mind you, she was only 18 when she wrote and was the first song written by a female artist that landed on top the charts. Her voice is almost as distinctive as Stevie Nicks. While Stevie’s more nasal, commanding, wailing rock n’ roll goddess, Kate’s voice was high-pitched, alarming, ghostly, queer, and fairy-like. Everything about her is Performance Art. This is a woman who is not afraid to express herself.

For starters, you might think her music is strange and weird. Trust me, I felt the same way when I first heard her songs. But then, it began to grow on me leaving floral patterns on its path. 

Favorite Kate Bush Lyrics:  “Do you want to feel how it feels? Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me? Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making? You, it's you and me.”

3. FLORENCE WELCH 

This one is as obvious as Stevie Nicks. Florence Welch from the band, Florence + the Machine, is a poetess, a screaming banshee, and a full-pledged Sister of the Moon. She even started a witch coven during middle school. From her red carpet looks to her everyday outfits on Instagram, Florence vibrates powerful witch energy. Not to mention she has a song called “Which Witch” and that haunting music video for Big God with levitating women. Flo is not a woman to trifle with, I’ll tell you that. 

Photos courtesy of @lillieeiger

In all her songs, Florence will bind you with magic and it’ll leave you breathless. If Stevie’s songs are poetry, hers are spells you could sing out loud. Also, if you haven’t seen her house tour, go check it now! 

Favorite Florence Welch Lyrics: “'Cause I am done with my graceless heart so tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart.”  |  “And in a moment of joy and fury I threw myself in the balcony like my grandmother so many years before me.”

4. LANA DEL REY

Remember when Lana used witchcraft to hex Donald Trump? It was all over the news and Twitter went wild. She was later quoted saying, “I really do believe that words are one of the last forms of magic and I’m a bit of a mystic at heart.” Oh, and she also did a collab with Stevie. 

We. Stan. Forever.

There was even a time that I MEMORIZED the monologue in the music video for Ride. ALL OF IT, HUNNY. 

Lana’s hypnotizing vocals together with her sixties baby doll dresses and Priscilla Presley hair is enough to convince me that she’s not of this era. She has a deep understanding of the beauty of past generation and the looming sadness and nostalgia that comes with it. Whenever I listen to her music, I imagine myself as a rockstar’s muse who is involved with the mafia but then I decided to leave him while taking his gun and convertible. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Favorite Lana Del Rey Lyrics: “Well, my boyfriend's in the band. He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed. I've got feathers in my hair, I get down to Beat poetry. And my jazz collection's rare, I can play most anything.”

5. LORDE 

David Bowie didn’t call her the “future of music” for nothing. Just two albums under her belt, Lorde already proved that she will one day become a legend herself. Her music narrates an unparalleled interpretation of the anguish and fleeting charm of our youth. She knows what we’re feeling because she’s been there herself and is on the road to healing just like us. 

I think the message she’s trying to say is that we’re constantly losing grip on our innocence, and that life is often wicked so we need to accept that, grit our teeth, get on with it, and make art. She can also see color when she hears music. 

In my opinion, Lorde is one of the greatest artists of my generation. 

Favorite Lorde Lyrics: “The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy till all of the tricks don't work anymore, and then they are bored of me.”  |   “That slow burn wait while it gets dark, bruising the sun, I feel grown up with you in your car. I know it's dumb.” 

6. FKA TWIGS

Honestly, FKA Twigs is literally art in living form, a celestial angel that nobody can easily decipher. This woman has more talent in her fingertips than I could ever have in a lifetime. She somehow reminds me of a young Kate Bush; fearless, experimental, with an intoxicating voice. She never stops reinventing herself and it’s beautiful.

In FKA Twigs’ world, there are no limits, just endless galaxies. She pours her whole being in all of her songs and it shows. She’s not for the faint of heart, let me tell you that. 

Favorite FKA Twigs Lyrics:  “And I don't want to have to share our love. I try but I get overwhelmed. All wrapped in cellophane, the feelings that we had.” 

7. SKOTT 

I say this all the time, but I cannot write without Skott’s music blasting on my earphones. She grew up in a “forest commune run by outcast folk musicians” and was not exposed to contemporary music until her teen years. You would notice it in her songs. 

It’s hard to explain why, but listen to Skott’s music when there’s thunder and rain outside, then you’ll know why this woman is witchy. I kind of want her to be more popular and known, but then again, I also want to keep her to myself. Scratch that, LISTEN TO SKOTT’S MUSIC NOW. 

Start with Glitter & Gloss. 

Favorite Skott Lyrics: “Like an empty canvas, hear me cry. Like a masterpiece, I'm in your eyes. Now your colors are in front of me, we're a picture-perfect oddity.”

8. FIRST AID KIT 

I fell in love with this sister duo when I first heard their song, Emmylou, while browsing YouTube. It’s one of those moments of instant magic. Klara and Johanna Söderberg are a coven of their own. I would describe their music as “Woodland Folk laced with runes and wild flowers”. 

Their voices compliment each other so much that it reminded me of Simon & Garfunkel (they even performed their own version of America in front of Paul Simon!!!). First Aid Kit has this Woodstock seventies vibe, and you know me, I live for that sh*t. 

Favorite First Aid Kit Lyrics: “ When I run through the deep dark forest long, after this begun, where the sun would set, the trees were dead and the rivers were none. And I hope for a trace to lead me back home from this place, but there was no sound there was only me, and my disgrace.”

9. ZOLA JESUS

Zola Jesus’ music deserves to be played with an orchestra inside an abandoned castle in Transylvania while it gently rains and you’re wearing a white nightgown as you roam its empty halls. Is that too much?

 Not at all. 

Like Skott, I listen to Zola whenever I’m having writer’s block. If I ever finish my book, I’m gonna have to thank them. 

Favorite Zola Jesus Lyrics: “I'm on my bed, my bed of stones, but in the end of the night we'll rest our bones, so don't you worry. Just rest your head cause in the end of the night we'll be together again.”

10. ZELLA DAY 

Photo Credits to Harper Smith

I LOVE ZELLA DAY’S MUSIC OH MY GOODNESS. My favorite songs of her are Sweet Ophelia, Hypnotic, Man on the Moon, and Hunnie Pie. ESPECIALLY HUNNIE PIE. I cry whenever I hear that song. It’s just so pure, calming, and beautiful. 

Her music belong in the psychedelic era. 

People labeled her as the “happier version of Lana Del Rey” but I think she’s in a league of her own. She deserves more recognition, honestly! 

Favorite Zella Day Lyrics: “The older we get there's an ocean of people in places we've chosen and you know how mama keeps saying “we've gotta stop the games we're playing””. 

Hope you guys approve of my list! I really like sharing stuff that I love! Feel free to message me for more suggestions, I’d really appreciate to know more witchy artists out there. We’re all in a huge coven of sisterhood. 

Thanks for reading!

Love, 

Ria  🌙

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[blondrichclosetwitch]

It is 6:19 am as I start to write this. The Tower.

I have been up awhile.

I was

Led

To three texts before daylight. I also heard in my head the first song they

Want me to “translate” today.

It is Lana of

Course. You see, Lana was a big character. She was the first one I sang the songs of, and definitely the first they had me “play-act”

For the pictures.

It

Is

Unclear where the “they”

Of

My Helper Spirits begin, and the “they” of my tormenters end.

When I sang Lana, they had me wear a red dress, a pink silver crown off the street, a fake fur wrap, and sometimes a blond wig. I now understand that each of those things was “left”

For me.

A lot was.

Lana’s songs were also how

I was given

Some very important messages from my niece. Ones that almost drove me crazy with grief.

Also, I should say that she has a sense of humor, and I truly think the only reason I didn’t die was the way she and my tree intervened.

So to say I am grateful to them

Is putting it lightly.

I have tried to tell a lot of you what was happening to

Me.

Did you listen?

This list was

On this tumblr months ago, before I started actually writing on it. I knew brcw was watching everything I did,

So I’d use it as a way to talk to

Her and her friends/enemies who knew her nickname.....a nickname that she apparently made

Up, and

Put

Into my

Mind, according

To

The spirits.

No one said she isn’t clever.

I just read this list out loud

For the first time ever.

Thank you, Jack.

1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

2. Submissive to everything, open, listening

3. Try never get drunk outside yr own house

4. Be in love with yr life

5. Something that you feel will find its own form

6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind

7. Blow as deep as you want to blow

8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind

9. The unspeakable visions of the individual

10. No time for poetry but exactly what is

11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest

12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you

13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition

14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time

15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog

16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye

17. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself

18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea

19. Accept loss forever

20. Believe in the holy contour of life

21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind

22. Dont think of words when you stop but to see picture better

23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning

24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge

25. Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it

26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form

27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness

28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better

29. You’re a Genius all the time

30. Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven

- Jack Kerouac

(Jack apparently tacked this list on Allen Ginsburg's wall in hotel room in North Beach a year before Ginsberg wrote his iconic poem “Howl”)

#a bunker in brooklyn #blondrichclosetwitch #the tarot reader #the salon master #jack kerouac #allen ginsberg #howl #the beat generation #writers helping writers #writers #divine intervention #divine inspiration #brooklyn #oh spirits #oracle #early morning #the light is coming to give back everything the darkness stole #shallow coven #lana every damn day #lana del rey #your girl chuck #stella marie you’re my star #time to do trees

[90strend]

OKAY SYD GET READY. 1) Favourite debut song; 2) Hogwart house?; 3) If you could live anywhere outside of the US, where would it be?; 4) would you ever want to be a cat mom?; 5) Dream buffet: ALL your favs in one place~ GO!!!; 6) Best concert you've ever been to? Tell me about it!; 7) If you could have a dinner party with 6 celebrities, who would they be? (post-quarantine, of course); 8) list alllll your pet peeces; 9) fashion icon?; 10) what person knows you more than anyone?

omg chey i love you!!!!

1.) should’ve said no is my favorite song from debut! 2.) i’m a hufflepuff!!! 3.) if i could live anywhere outside of the us it would definitely be paris! as i deserve!!! 4.) would i ever want to be a cat mom? honestly no, i love cats but i like having dogs more!! 5.) my dream buffet would be pizza burgers and donuts!!! 6.) the best concert i’ve ever been to was my red tour show! the venue was amazing and i was so close to the b-stage magical!!!! 7.) oh god 6 celebrities???? at a dinner party??? uMmmm well of course taylor! lana del rey, emma stone, margot robbie, harry styles and emma watson ((tHAT WAS HARD)) 8.) all my pet peeves? mean people and people who talk super loud for no reason 9.) my fashion icon? taylor ajsjdk basic i know but she has the best style! 10.) my sister!!

#asks #ty for all of these💕

[babsconsf]

BABSCON 2020 FINDS A NEW HOPE IN GREY DELISLE-GRIFFIN

BABSCon is truly embracing the spirit of “…and BEYOND!” this year by bringing its My Little Pony fans an unusual, but nonetheless stellar, new guest. We present to you a true Rebel Princess of voice acting: Grey DeLisle-Griffin!

(Check out her awesome announcement video here!)

To call Grey a star of animation doesn’t do her justice. Roles such as Azula in Avatar: the Last Airbender; Asajj Ventress and Padmé Amidala in Star Wars: Clone Wars; the titular Mandy on The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy; Lana, Lola, and Lily Loud in The Loud House; and the iconic Daphne Blake in Scooby-Doo (since 2000), plus her over 1,500 other roles, should be enough to cement her bona fides. “But why invite her to a con focused on Friendship is Magic?” we hear you ask.

In part, because a VA of her stature loved MLP so much, she freely donated her voice to the fan animation, “Epic Rage Time,” as Derpy. In part, because she’s BFFs with Tara Strong and has worked so often with folks like Tara, Lauren Faust, and others that she’s practically family: Wonder Woman in DC Super Hero Girls to Tara’s Batgirl & Harley Quinn (creator: Lauren Faust, story editor: M.A. Larson, with episodes by G.M. Berrow & Cindy Morrow), Frankie Foster in Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends (produced & story-edited by, and character based on Lauren Faust), evil babysitter Vickie to Tara’s Timmy Turner in Fairly OddParents, Puppycorn to Tara’s Unikitty in Unikitty, twins Todd & Ty McNulty to Tara’s Dil Pickles in Rugrats…you get the idea.

So let’s give a warm brony welcome to Grey as she joins Nicole Oliver, Peter New, and Gail Simone among our Guests of Honor, with many more yet to come. You’re not going to want to miss this rare chance to see another star of this magnitude at our little soirée by the Bay.

Register now, then book your hotel room, and prepare to blast off with us this coming April 10-12 to BABSCon…and BEYOND!

https://www.babscon.com/2020/registration/

(Art by Turnip Stewdios, video by Alex Inman)

#mlp #my little pony #mlp fim #my little pony friendship is magic #brony #bronies #babscon #convention #grey delisle #grey griffin

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[hqcentineo-blog]

late to the party — condineo

Date / Time / Location : Saturday September 29, 2018 / 12:30AM / Los Angeles, CA Background Info : After getting the cold shoulder from Lana for the better part of two weeks (much deserved after the shitty texts he sent her after a night of drinking), Noah finds out via insta story that she’s in LA. And hasn’t told him. It’s time to make this a face-to-face fight. Featuring : Lana Condor @lanacndr ; Mentioning : Camila Mendes @hqcami TRIGGER WARNING : N O N E

Noah: It was coming up on two weeks since Noah had heard from Lana; this was the longest they’d gone without communication since they’d met and it still left a bad taste in Noah’s mouth anytime this fact came to mind. His life felt off kilter, his world skewed like a wheel on a bent axis. He didn’t remember how to live a life that didn’t include her and it really annoyed him. In an attempt to forge a new normal, Noah had his boys on stand-by, a crew of friends ready to go out and hang at moments notice. But for now, he was at his house, spending some time with himself in an attempt to keep his head clear. Since he was in training for his next film, there was no booze in his house. As long as he stayed home, he was good. Lounging on his couch, Noah scrolled instagram, ignoring his flooding DMs, seeing what his friends were up to in their respective lives. After a while, he did what he always did and typed Lana’s name, watching as her profile appeared, a multicolored circle around her icon, signifying that she had added to her story. He wanted to watch it but he didn’t really want his name to appear as having watched it. After some internal debate, he tapped the screen, the image of Lana dancing in a dark club with a bunch of friends-including the likes of his other former costar Camila Mendes-appearing before his very eyes. He tapped the screen to replay the video, taking note of the unique light patterns on the wall behind the bar. He knew that place. It wasn’t in Vancouver; it was in West Hollywood. Lana was in LA and hadn’t even told him. With a three word text to the group thread, Noah jumped off the couch and ran for his bedroom to get ready. ‘WeHo. Let’s go.’

Lana: It was strange for Lana to go this long without speaking to Noah; it felt unnatural, as though something had broken, throwing her for a loop. This was her world, without him in it – and she didn't like it. Not one bit. She didn't know how to be his friend... not like this. She'd heard her fair share of voicemails, they begun filling up her inbox, and in an effort to hear his voice, she'd listen to them. Again. And again. And again. Why don't you just call him? It was her pride keeping her from taking that step, and maybe, she wanted him to understand just how hurt she was by his words. She knew he had been drunk, that it was unintentional, but she was of the thought: drunken words speak sober thoughts. Somewhere, deep down, he must have believed what he said. It must have explained why, when she knew she was going to LA, that she didn't tell him. She hadn't reached out, because she wasn't sure if she was ready to see him – or maybe she was, but she couldn't bring herself to. Not after how they left things when he was last in Vancouver, and not after the last two weeks. Gathering with her friends in town, they'd set out for a night on the town with no particular goal in mind, but to dance and drink her troubles away for the evening.Dressed in venue-appropriate attire, and make-up that accentuated her features, highlighting the apples of her cheeks, Lana had no trouble blending in with the magnanimous aesthetic of her chosen squad for the night's activities. The waving of phones and cameras at one another, filming it and sharing it for all to see. She hadn't done it to throw it in his face, in fact, she ensured the name of the venue was obscured and that there was no clear indication of where she was partying; in the case a fan or two wanted to appear, and join in on her shenanigans. Dim neon lights illuminate various line of their bodies, the music resonating over the crowd; a boisterous laugh leaving her lips as she stumbled into a booth with her friends. Dark eyes roaming the club, watching the club-goers lose themselves in the ecstasy of the setting, searching and searching, until... she sees him. Was she drunk? No, it couldn't be. It was really him. It was Noah.

Noah: The music was blasting loud enough to be heard from the other end of the block. Climbing out of the black Escalade Uber with his friends, Noah swallowed hard as he ran a hand through his hair. He was nervous. Nervous to see her, nervous to follow the plan he’d semi-constructed in his head with the hopes of getting near enough to speak to her, nervous across the board. This entire situation was beyond stupid and Noah silently cursed himself for putting them in the space they were currently inhabiting as he and his crew neared the roped off entrance to the club. A broad smile from Noah was met by a recognizing nodding from the bouncer and the red velvet rope was immediately moved aside for them, allowing he and his five best buds passage into the dark venue, much to the dismay of the line of partygoers who’d been waiting their turn. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dimness, the only source of light coming from the flashing neon colors that bounced off the walls like gumdrops. For all he knew, Lana was gone. Those videos had gone on her story nearly an hour ago and, for all he knew, this whole thing was for naught. He ordered a drink and grabbed an open booth, sitting down before allowing his gaze to scan the room. He tried his best to be nonchalant about it but he knew he more than likely looked like a creep. It was then that a girl caught his eye: he didn’t know this blonde girl personally but he knew her face. She had been on Camila’s story, wrapping Lana in a giant bear hug. Using her as a landmark, Noah began to examine the girls in her near proximity until...bingo. Lana. “Jack,” Noah said, slapping his best friend on the shoulder. “You see that blonde girl over there? Go talk to her, will ya?” In this fashion, Noah made his rounds through his friend group; for each guy, there was a girl Noah needed him to talk to until there were only two women left standing: Lana and Camila. Like a missile locked onto its target, Noah started to make his way over to where the two were sitting in a partially exposed booth. He tried to be casual about it, taking the time to stop and chat with the few people to recognized him and cared enough to stop him for a selfie. Eventually, he came up on their table. “Ladies,” he said, his voice thick with charm as if he was smoozing a stranger in the hopes of going home with her. From the looks on their faces, this course of action wasn’t going to get him anywhere. Turning his attention to Camila, Noah’s features softened. “Cam, can I talk to Lana alone for a second?” When no one moved, Noah tried to smile. “You can grab a few drinks? On me?”

Lana: She tried to imagine what she would say – how she would react if they had run into each other during her impromptu trip to LA. Lana hadn’t gotten past the initial shock, nor did she figure a passable tactic to maneuvering away from the scenario. So when faced with reality, she hadn’t any clue what to do. Except that she was going to try her absolute hardest to continue avoiding him – hoping that her loyal comrades wouldn’t leave her on the battlefield alone. But Noah was a smart enemy; he knew how to pick off her friends, one by one. She should have figured this would happen – so when there only remained her and Camila, her eyes spoke volumes: don’t leave me alone. Nodding a silent agreement, they continued to feign ignorance. Like anything, if they ignored it long enough, it would go away... but this was Noah, and he was never going to let that happen. Crafty, cunning in his efforts, but she knew better than to fold and let him have the upper hand. It was a petty mentality, because underneath the façade, she wanted to talk to him, run at him and throw her arms around him, but her pride kept her from doing so. Fingers clenched and unclenched around her near-empty beer bottle, her shining eyes flickering between a spot ahead of her, the approaching figure of Noah, and the stronghold of Camila beside her. Lana pushed at loose hair, attempting to focus her attention on the only companion that remained at her side. “You can’t leave me, no matter what you do – you can’t –“ Her plea was cut short by a familiar voice, one she’d actively tried to avoid, but spent far too much time mooning over. His question was directed at the Brazilian beauty, and when she looked over, Lana could only widen her eyes enough to get her message across: no. When no movement was made, he calculated a new approach; one that was both genius and well-thought. A sideways glance was all it took to see that Camila was considering the offer. There was no way she would take him up on it, right? She wouldn’t do that – no amount of free booze could – oh, there she goes. Shooting an apologetic, but devious smile in their direction, she begun towards the bar. Seriously?! Mentally cursing at whatever God was laughing at her expense, Lana kept her eyes trained on the swaying crowd of club goers, rather purposeful in not acknowledging Noah’s presence, as powerful as it may be. No matter how much she wanted to speak to him... she simply couldn’t give in.

Noah: He hadn’t actually excepted tactic no. 2 to work--Camila was headstrong to a tee, not unlike a bull--but with nothing more than a knowing glance, she slipped into the massive crowd in the general direction of the bar; he could only imagine the top shelf shit she would rack up on his tab, a little extra ‘fuck you for hurting my friend’ and he couldn’t really blame her. Focusing his attention back on the girl that actually mattered, Noah glanced down, painfully aware of Lana’s counterattack: look at anyone or anything but him. Smart, decisive, oh so cold and if it hadn’t been directed at him, he would have been impressed instead of overcome with the hurt that was radiating in his chest. Okay. He was here. He had her right in front of him. Now what? The plan he’d poorly established in his mind hadn’t gone this far. Apparently it was time to go off book and wing it. Either by her design or sick coincidence, Lana was seated on the very edge of the narrow booth, allowing him absolutely no room to sit down beside her. The two foot gap between his head and hers combined with the blaring music wasn’t exactly ideal for a heart-to-heart apology so he knelt, one knee hitting the slightly sticky floor until their eyes were level. “I can’t believe you would come to LA and not tell me.” That was miles away from the real issue but it seemed a natural starting point. And besides, what was he supposed to say that he hadn’t already left on her voicemail? The atmosphere was less than ideal, true, but Noah wasn’t about to suggest that Lana go anywhere with him, even if only to better hear his apology. It was a miracle in itself that she hadn’t gotten up and walked away yet; he’s just have to make due wit with what he had. “And I think you should get your phone fixed because you apparently haven’t been getting any of my calls.” These words were accompanied by a small and tentative smile, one that could either say ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I really wanna kiss you’ and, in this particular instance, it meant both. It would always mean both when it came to Lana.

Lana: Never, in the time she's known him, would she have thought possible to go so long without so much as a word to him. She was in a bind, the vines constricting every time she tried to stray further away from the path life seemed to be pushing her on – towards Noah. Always towards Noah. She hated that it was conspiring against her, holding onto him, keeping him so entirely cemented in her; every part of her ached for his presence, and as much as she wanted to just reach out to touch him... she couldn't.  Because she wasn't sure if she had forgiven him yet, if she could forgive him. Lana knew he hadn't any real option when he sauntered up, she made sure that he wouldn't be able to fit himself in beside her; she knew, if he was any closer, she might not be able to keep it up. Then... down he went, onto one knee. She eyed him carefully, being sure not to meet his gaze, completely aware of how disgusting the floor most likely was. There were so many things he could have said, to begin with – an apology would have been preferred, but what he did say happened to catch her off-guard. Pressing her lips together, she formed her own response without saying a word, eyes waning until they finally caught a glimpse of his. Her expression, meaningful, unable to vocalize the rampant thoughts running through her head. Or maybe she could put her thoughts to words, but didn't want to. Weighing up whether she should say something or not, which tipped greatly in spending the evening ignoring him when she first saw him walk in, begun to waver, the weights lifting with each passing moment. Inhaling a deep breath, she closed her eyes slowly, preparing herself to speak, but before she could – "Oh. My God. Proposal!" Her head whipped to the side of her, a tipsy bystander who somehow managed to arrive at the most importune time, where Noah was so gracefully on bended knee. Fortunately for them, most of the other people around them were either too drunk or too interested in themselves to care, and those who were looking, were eager to see what would happen next. She lifted her hands, waving them from side to side in defense, "No, no – no. We're not – he's not – this isn't a –" Unable to find the right manner in correcting him, she shook her head, bringing the palm of her head to her forehead, meeting his eyes once more, and without a word, seeing a familiar expression of amusement on his face, she burst out into laughter.

Noah: Noah liked to think-at this point in their friendship-that he had a pretty good read on Lana; he knew what each of her facial expressions meant, how she often played with her hair without even realizing it, and that those moments during rehearsals and table reads when she clicked her pen excessively meant she was excited, not nervous. And yet, in this instance, Noah searched her features and came up with nothing. Absolutely nothing. He had no idea how she felt now that he was in front of her, now that she had could no longer use her phone as a buffer between them. Her eyes, usually the most expressive thing about her, gave away nothing and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for extinguishing that light. He missed it. He missed everything about her and the friendship they’d had a mere handful of days ago; crazy how quickly things could be torn down. Her lips twitched as if words were finally going to come but before they could, someone shouted over the music and Noah’s head whipped around to find the source. A group of Barbie doll girls were looking on, pointing and giggling in his direction and it was only then that Noah could get out of his own head enough to see his current situation from an outsider’s perspective: down on one knee, head bent inward in an attempt to better hear the words she wasn’t even saying. “No-it’s not what you think-oh my god...” Embarrassment rose hot on the back of his neck for a moment before Lana burst into laughter and Noah couldn’t help but follow suit. They probably looked absolutely ridiculous and Noah silently thanked the universe for the favorable - if not unforeseen - repercussions of his actions. Laughter was a lovely ice breaker and goddam he had missed hearing that laugh. “Look,” he said once their laughter had died down. “At this point, you have two options: one, say no to this proposal, break my heart, and be the villain in the love story those ladies over there have created in their heads or two, say yes and then we go find a quiet place to really talk this shit out and let them think we’re going to screw each other’s brains out in the bathroom. Your move, LC.”

Lana: Despite it all, she hadn’t many options left in the way of avoiding him or ignoring him. This unplanned and unintended turn of events left her at a standstill, and she bested her options when some drunken idiot proclaimed Noah was proposing – there was no right way to go about things, but as it all unfolded, she considered his proposal carefully. She could spend the rest of her evening, trying to ignore him, battling a fueled desire to be around him... or she could stop being petulant, and actually speak with him. Glancing past him for a moment, searching the crowd for signs of her friends, she caught many of them looking back, expressions of curiosity and encouragement urging her to do something... anything. Finally, she returned her gaze to Noah, tentatively rising from her seat, she held her hand out for him, “Okay, let’s go screw in a bathroom stall somewhere.” Whilst her decision to go off with Noah would appear scandalous to those who didn’t know any better – much like the bystanders that were bold to assume that they were engaged. Jesus Christ, she was too young to start thinking about it. It was a familiar, welcome sensation have his hand in hers again. Something she hadn’t realized she’d been missing, until they were right in this moment. It was obvious that Lana was leading them through the crowd, towards the empty booths that resided beyond a certain area of the club – it was where people went for privacy, and in many cases... a popular hook-up spot for those who sought discretion. Not that that was what was going to happen between her and Noah – not at all. Once she was satisfied that nobody would bother them, she detached herself from her best friend, arms crossed firmly over her chest, looking him dead-set in his eyes. Her expression holding a hint of hostility, a sigh on her lips, “Well?”

Noah: Returning to a full standing position, Noah held out a hand in an effort to help Lana to her feet. The moment their hands touched, he felt that surge of electricity again, the same thing he’d felt slow dancing in her Vancouver apartment that night and his suspicions were confirmed: no amount of distance nor time would be changing how he felt about her. Noah followed her lead and allowed the tiny actress to pull him through the crowded dance floor, past his friends - none of whom give two shits what was happening with him. Once the duo ducked behind a curtain and into a private cabana-like lounge room, he released Lana’s hand, the nagging thought that he was the last person she probably wanted touching her gnawing at his heart. She wasted no time in jumping right into this new battle, one being fought face-to-face, the first of it’s kind in this war they’d crafted. Her arms crossed across her body like a shield as if she was preparing herself for the damage he was about to cause, trying to steady herself against the gale force winds that were his words. Well? Well what? What was he suppose to say? Repeat the things he’d left on her voicemail? If she’d listened to any of them, she showed no indication. “Well...I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for what happened. Sorry that I got drunk and texted you those things. It was bullshit. I was just looking for any excuse to get a reaction out of you and I used the easiest route which was that garbage about Anthony. It was a fucked up move. I know that. And I’ve spent the last two weeks hating myself for fucking everything up between us.” That seemed to be a tidy little summary of fourteen ignored voicemails. His brown eyes never left hers, flicking back and forth, desperate in his search to find even the smallest glimmer of hope for moving past this. So far? Nothing.

Lana: A heavy sensation fell over her heart – remnants of the pain she’d ruminated in for the last two weeks began to make themselves known, clawing at every bit that cared for him... clawing at every single inch of her. She knew love, and she knew what wanting someone could do to her, but there was nothing like what she felt for Noah. There was no way to describe how she felt – and for him to throw it back in her face truly cut deep. As she stood there, each word spilling from him and at her feet, waiting for her to pick them up and untie the binds that kept him at a distance. Her breathing was hollow, her eyes softening, the arms crossed slump slightly. God, she wished he didn’t make her so weak at the knees. Swallowing thick, Lana bit down on her bottom lip, her voice soft, struggling to find strength in this moment: “You hurt me, Noah.” Boy, did he hurt her. Shaking her head, she sucked in her bottom lip, “You said cruel things and then went –“ A pause, recalling the image she had in her head of Noah being with some tall and beautiful woman, “Went and slept with somebody that...” She couldn’t tell him that she had been jealous, or that she wanted him to want her. The distant pounding of the club’s music sifted through the tense air that danced between them, holding her hostage from turning around and leaving him without a word. A sigh left her lips in a hurry, and she glanced past him for a moment, unable to meet his gaze, “You hurt me, and I hated that you could hurt me like that – you... were meant to be the guy. My guy.”

Noah: Noah peered down at Lana as she spoke, one hand running nervously through his mess of wavy brown locks. “Went and slept with somebody that...” Is that what this was truly all about? Was this the true root of the reason that she was so unbelievably upset? He secretly hoped so because this issue had a very easy fix. “I didn’t sleep with that girl that night.” His statement hung in the space between them for a beat, tiny words coming together to form one giant confession. “I - look, I went back to her place and I just...I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to do it.” I couldn’t do it because she wasn’t you. I didn’t want to do it because she wasn’t you.Noah tried his damndest to allow Lana to search his eyes; hopefully they would prove to her that he was telling the truth and not just trying to talk his way out of this mess. Her final few words fell from her lips, leaving Noah stunned into silence. The guy. My guy. What?! What did that mean? Did she mean that in the same way she’d always meant it? As her guy that wasn’t actually her guy? Or did she mean it in a real way, a new way, a way that she’d never before applied to him? “I never wanted to hurt you. Never ever. Everything got so fucked up so quick. You’re the last person in the world that I would ever want to hurt, Lana. If you don’t believe anything else I say, you gotta believe that.”While she had previously done an excellent job at avoiding his gaze, he caught her, their eyes locking as if seeing each other for the very first time. “I love you, Lans. I’m sorry for hurting you.” The tension between them was still palpable but it was shifting - at least a piece of it was. He could feel his heart begin to race the way it had in the moments before his last failed attempt at revealing his feelings. It felt like he had just finished sprinting a four minute mile; if he didn’t move soon, his heart would burst. A large step toward and large hands were gripping slender shoulders, lips meeting with an utterly insatiable hunger. He pulled her against him - an instinct - as their kiss deepened. Finally, for the first time in weeks, he was able to shut his brain off and move on autopilot, finally giving into the temptation he’d stood so firmly against for so long. And it felt so damn good.

Lana: There were not enough words to explain how she felt, beneath all the hurt and anger she’d subjected herself to over the last two weeks. Fingers clamped and unwound themselves, brown eyes reading everything his mouth wasn’t saying. Leaving her breathless, from relenting on the green-eyed monster that had plagued her, to the sudden rush of liberation from hearing his truth, only allowing herself to know one side... her own. That didn’t change the fact that he had said something cruel – something he couldn’t take back, even if he tried. His apology brought on a new concoction of emotions; I love you, Lans. I’m sorry for hurting you. Her hands searched the dimly lit booth for his, taking them into hers. No hesitation, just knowing he was there, meaning every single word. Lana wished she could say that hearing him tell her he loved her – even if it wasn’t in the way she hoped... he loved her, nonetheless. She couldn’t ignore the sincerest of expressions on his face, her affection and love for him winning out over her stubbornness. With a small smile, “I believe you, Noah. And more than anything,” she paused, her shoulders lifting into a shrug, “I love you too much to pretend that I didn’t miss you, because I did.” Before anything else could be said, he caught her by surprise. His lips, met with hers. Instead of fighting it, she gave in far too willingly to him. Finding sense, without losing herself entirely to him, she pulled away, keeping him at arm’s length. “Noah,” she gasped, rather breathless. Her gaze explored his face, trying to justify why this shouldn’t be happening. Find some rationality; but there was none to be had... not right now. Fighting the better part of her judgement, “Oh, screw it.” She immediately threw her hands over his shoulders, and reignited a flame that she thought would disappear, but it was persistent. Her light was Noah wasn’t going anywhere. Lips pressing against his, everything she could... she wanted to give him. Lana’s small frame fitting easily with his.

Noah: The fact that Noah entered that roped off VIP room with a best-friend-turned-enemy and was about to leave it having not only mended their broken friendship but taken it to a whole other level was laughable. Not laughable in a ‘ha ha that’s funny’ sort of way but in a way that used laughter to express how completely unforeseen life could sometimes be. Never in a million years did the young actor think this was how his night would turn out but he couldn’t truthfully say he was mad about it. From his spot on the sleek white leather couch, he watched Lana’s figure redress in the darkness of their secluded hideout. In the aftermath of their impulsive exploit, there lingered the smallest amount of awkwardness; now that they’d made up, normalcy was meant to set back in. But they’d gone ahead and once again changed the landscape of their friendship leaving new terrain to navigate. “Well...” Noah said, breaking the quiet as he rebuttoned his jeans. “That just happened.” Using humor to break up a potential uncomfortable situation? Classic Noah. He shot Lana a soft smile, unsure if he was supposed to lean in and kiss her, despite wanting to. As happy as he was, the uncertainty of what this meant for their future held him back from fully savoring the moment. He was set to leave for Berlin in a matter of days to start filming his new movie; to say this new development came at an inopportune time was an understatement. “Any regrets?” 

Lana: Lana had flown into LA with every intention of leaving without Noah knowing a single thing – there was no plan to follow, but a clear path that didn’t include him. However, her path changed and manifested until it brought her straight to him. It was on a path that she couldn’t have predicted. What. Just. Happened?! No one could have anticipated that the evening would have unfolded the way it did – when she agreed to talk with him, it was a chance to mend what was broken between them, move on and have her friend back. Instead, she found herself losing all inhibition and letting their bodies do the talking, now shimmying back into her skirt, her sheer bralette peaking through the top of her blouse. She eyed Noah clinically. She wanted to know what was running through his mind. Her lips pressed together, worried lines appearing along her forehead. His voice drew her out of her own reveling, eyes searching for his through the dark space. With a small smile of her own, she leaned her head back against the couch. “When I said we should go screw each other in a bathroom stall, I didn’t mean it literally,” her voice soft and teasing, before her previous tentativeness returned to her features. She was tiptoeing around it. Did she have any regrets? Fuck no. She was more concerned on whether he had any regrets. Shaking her head, she gave a little smile, “No... no regrets.” She glanced down, afraid to hear what he might say. Where did they go from here? Did they simply go back to being best friends and act like this had never happened? Lana barely understood what had just transpired between them, and couldn’t imagine what could happen next. Pursing her lips, she touted from side to side. Hesitation in her voice, “Do you have any regrets?”

Noah: Noah let out a small laugh at her reference to a comment made what felt like hours ago, the tension momentarily dispersing. He would have given anything in this moment to know what she was thinking and feel how she was feeling. “So many. Aaaaall the regrets.” After pulling his dark grey shirt back onto his body, Noah found Lana’s eyes in the darkness, her slightly furrowed brow and tightly drawn lips making it clear his joke wasn’t landing. Reaching out, Noah took both her hands in his, twisting his body until he could face her head on, his left leg bent out to the side in the space between them with his knee pressed gently against the back cushion of the couch. “No. No regrets at all,” he said, reassuring her with a tight squeeze of her hands in his. “How could I possibly regret doing that? Look at you. I mean...goddam. Total smoke show.” He hoped his words would put both their minds at ease but they probably wouldn’t; life was too complicated sometimes. He released her hands before saying, “Look, I need you to know that this--” he motioned back and forth in the space between them. “Wasn’t part of my plan. I didn’t come here tonight with this being a - a goal or anything. I don’t want you thinking that it was or feeling taken advantage of or anything like that. I hope you don’t, anyway.” He swallowed hard as if trying to force back down the next part of the conversation that needed to be had. “But...I need to be honest with you. News is going to break in the next few days that I got a role in a Charlie’s Angels reboot and filming starts next week...in Berlin.” Unsure of how she would react, Noah found himself holding his breath, anxiety building beneath his skin. If their actions tonight and the timing of it all caused him to lose her again, just when he got her back, he would hate himself. “So...I don’t really know how we’re supposed to proceed from here. Or what this all means for us.”

Lana: When Lana imagined her first time with Noah, in any scenario, she never imagined it'd be in some private booth in a dark LA nightclub – but the truth of the matter was, it was almost perfect. It was infinitely better than her imagination, and by God, she hoped she wasn't holding onto some semblance of fantasy when he was right there. With a sigh, Lana held her head against his chest, shielding her face from his view.  His words... his reassurance painting a smile on a rather solemn expression. She couldn't quite find the right words. He had no regrets and that meant something. Finally, after a moment's deliberation, he uttered his next project which would have him flying halfway across the world – bringing her attention upwards, her dark eyes met his once more, searching for an answer – anything that wouldn't have her feel like that this was a last hurrah before he disappeared on her. No, that's not what was happening. He was sitting there, being open and honest. He was telling her what she deserved to hear. She couldn't forget that. "You're... going to Berlin?" Her voice is surprised, a hint of pride evident. Of course she was proud of him. She wanted him to succeed, because of who he was and the talent that coursed through his veins. Her eyes told him nothing, that is until her hands come to rest on either side of his face. A smile, small at first, growing as she spoke, "Noah – this is amazing. I am so proud of you, and –" Well, she had no clue what any of it meant for them either. This wasn't part of the plan. None of this was – neither of them knew what was going to happen, nor what wold happen next, except that it was happening, and they had to make it work. However that may be. Rubbing her thumb over his right cheek, she scrunched her face and lifted her shoulders into a small shrug. "I don't know, either, but... maybe this doesn't have to be the be-all or end-all for us. I know I love having you as my best friend, and I know that I really liked what just happened... maybe we can just... say that this happened, and we can figure it out later?"

Noah: A sense of sheer relief overcame him as Lana’s features broke from blank to pride, his own lips spreading into a wide grin as she vocalized her approval. “I’m so fucking stoked and it feels amazing to actually tell someone. It feels good to tell *you*. You were the first call I wanted to make when my agent called but...y’know...” Noah nodded slowly as she continued her thoughts. “I don’t want this to be the end for us. That’s the last thing I want. But I also don’t want anything to fuck up our friendship. I can’t lose you again, Lans. So let’s go outside, dance like psychos, and figure the other shit out later.” Lana was probably the only girl who wouldn’t make this into a huge deal; reason #1023982 why he adored this chick so goddam much. “But if **this** happens again in the not-too-far-off future, I wouldn’t be mad about it. Just fyi.” Standing, he extended a hand. “Dance with me, LC. Let’s go let everyone know World War III is officially over by grinding all over each other.” After she placed her hand in his, he looped his arm around her shoulders, anchoring their bodies together as they rejoined the rest of their fellow club-goers, their entwined hands on full display. 

#p — lana condor. #p — late to the party.

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BAILEY’S CHOICE

Youngblood Supercult guitarist Bailey Gonzales shares her 10 favorite albums of Autumn.

Photo by Johnny Hubbard at Doomed & Stoned Fest

First off, let me preface by saying that this list is just a fraction of what I would include on a good, solid Autumn playlist, but everything must end at some point. Most of these you’ve probably heard, some you may not be familiar with, and others perhaps long forgotten and thus need a good revisiting. So here goes:

1. Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young – Déjà vu

This has been in my catalog since I first started smoking weed in the fall of my freshman year of high school and learned to enjoy the hazy, beautiful strains of intricate harmonies that permeate CSNY’s iconic brand of folk-blues rock. Their albums were always on rotation in my house when I was growing up, but until I started to fully understand its cosmic, layered beauty, Déjà vu fell more or less into the “lame music my parents listen to” category for me. Now it’s a staple, especially as the weather starts to cool and the leaves start to turn, and I’m thrown into some kind of sepia-tinged yearning for the past. Funny how things change. This album holds some of the group’s most acclaimed work; I can’t point out a single track I’d skip over.

2. Graveyard – Graveyard

Graveyard by Graveyard

Speaking of high school—I grew up in a very small town in Southeast Kansas, and when MySpace made its debut (yes, MySpace), I found a page for this indie label called Tee Pee Records that absolutely dictated what I would listen to take the edge of my Black Sabbath cravings—this is where I was ultimately introduced to stoner rock and all of the branches of the retro heavy metal genre—and one of them that always stuck with me as I worshipped this label’s releases thereafter was Graveyard’s self-titled album. There are so many great tracks on this album, with “Thin Line” being an absolute favorite and even an echoing of one of my darkest autumn remembrances (won’t delve into it, but the subject matter will lead you where you need to go). Fantastic, timeless album.

3. Jonathan Snipes & William Hutson – Room 237

Room 237 (2012) is a funny little documentary. I love it, despite the fact that this film lays out conspiracies about Stanley Kubrick’s version of The Shining that range from absolutely Kubrickesque crazy-but-plausible to totally ludicrous, leaping-to-judgement scenarios and breakdowns related to the hidden puzzles within the original adaptation. But, we are talking about music here: this album plays like Stranger Things meets Goblin meets John Carpenter. There is nothing necessarily special about it, but in trying to find an OST that would fit neatly within this list, this fella kind of jumped out to me. Not everybody enjoys soundtracks, and while I could listen to creepy, ambient synth all day long, every day, Room 237 seems like it could entrance any listener, especially with standout tracks like “To Keep From Falling Off” to “Universal Weak Male” and even with the closing track, “Dies Irae” which plays off the original theme from The Shining.

4. Trouble – Trouble

It blows my mind that this album was released in 1990. Everything about it screams, “I WANT TO MAKE YOUR EARS BLEED: ‘70s METAL STLYE.” It’s like a lost and very angry Sir Lord Baltimore album was found in someone’s murky basement and sold in a musty, long forgotten record shop. The kind of place where you might hear whispers of dark legends. Somewhere that may be evocative, in legend, of the kind of place that Mayhem’s late singer, Dead, slit his wrists, throat, and blew his brains out and everyone commenced for this orgiastic blood feast of mourning to say, uh, “let’s take a photo of his dead body and slap it on a bootleg album cover and make necklaces out of his skull...” It’s not that harsh, but there’s definitely something spooky, dark, and forbidden about it. You may ask yourself, if you’re just hearing this album for the first time: “Why don’t they play some of these tracks on the radio?” Well, my child...do you really want to know?

5. The Steepwater Band – Revelation Sunday

This collection of hot tunes from The Steepwater Band is, apart from 2011’s Clava, one of our band’s road staples. We often don’t agree on much when that road cagey feeling hits or when disagreements happen, which incidentally is why things tend to work well with us, but The Steepwater Band, Mount Carmel, and Gary Clark Junior are all things we can come to terms with through the van’s trebly stock speakers. Maybe it’s the bluesiness. Very moody folk-blues rock tunes, with a touch of whiskey-fueled country, is what these guys exhibit in songs like “Slow Train Drag,” “Dance Me A Number,” and “Steel Sky.” A plus material, in my book, and good for the road on a cold night’s ramble.

6. Black Sabbath – Never Say Die!

Can people stop it with the “I’m tired of Black Sabbath” comments??? You know they are the reason we’re all here, and whether you like to admit it or not, you dig a good Sabbath tune either once in a while or every day. Doctor’s orders. Now I don’t think that a playlist is complete without a Black Sabbath album, but autumn seems the appropriate time for their fumbling, but strong conclusion — 1978’s Never Say Die!   And I really don’t care that I know I’m in the minority for loving this album. To me, while it’s their most strained Ozzy-era album (I won’t even touch 13, so don’t ask), it’s full of premonitions of things to come, including a full out jazz brawl in “Breakout” that reminds me of the mean streets in Dirty Harry, and songs that might make the bravest of our genre cry, like “Junior’s Eyes.” “Shock Wave” goes through the typical rough and tumble changes that Black Sabbath fans learn to embrace, but it comes in wave after wave after wave. Hell, even the title track is nearly full-out punk rock. If you’ve avoided this album, please—give it a spin. Even if it’s only to hear Bill Ward sing. It’s the album I fell into when I joined my first band in the fall of 2008 and what pushed me into the direction of branching out to things I’d long avoided. I literally shit my pants every time the first synth breakdown in “Johnny Blade” comes over the speakers, and I think you should, too.

7. Madonna – Madonna

Speaking of shit you probably don’t wanna read…who out of us has given Madonna’s 1983 debut a spin? Anyone? Bueller? Yeah, I didn’t think so. For you folks who can appreciate this one, I applaud you for admitting it. It’s not a sin to listen to Madonna (tell that one to the Vatican), but unless she’s been covertly transformed into Lana Del Rey or someone else on the darker and more modern side of the pop spectrum, you’d be hard pressed to find an admitted fan in our heavy underground group. And you know what? I don’t give a single fuck (yes, I learned that language from M herself). She’s a goddess, an icon, a killer songwriter—if you don’t believe me, tell that to the $400 million she has neatly tucked away—and dammit, she taught me to give a little less of a fuck in times where I don’t have too many to spare. This is another reason my parents are badass. Who in the world would buy their kid the “Like A Virgin” album only if their 11-year-old can ask for it by name without getting too embarrassed at the thought of saying “virgin” out loud to the Camelot Music clerk? Yeah, that’s right. Anyway, listen to this. Just do it...Madonna would.

8. The Midnight Ghost Train – Buffalo

Buffalo by The Midnight Ghost Train

I met Steve Moss at a show in Topeka in late 2009 at a dive bar where the drummer from my first band was singing in his new group. We did the obligatory thing and then, holy shit—this band starts playing and glasses start clinking and I swear to god I thought the whole damn place was going to cave in. They play a bunch of tunes and I’m so fully entranced it’s stupid. After the show, I went up to their singer/guitarist and said, “Um, that was really fucking awesome. I loved how you slipped “Hand of Doom into the middle of one of your songs.” Bam. We were instant buds. I couldn’t believe that they had come out of Topeka, Kansas. Later, while they were prepping to record 2012’s Buffalo, we had a very memorable fall jam session and some shows together, and EVERY. DAMNED. TIME. I felt like there was just something insanely special happening. Buffalo proved to be an instant classic, and even though The Midnight Ghost Train boys seem to always be on tour, I visit with my old pal Steve from time to time when he’s around, and nothing can erase those crazy, almost LSD-like imprinted memories of our house shows together. Hell, we reunited again just last month in another Topeka dive bar. I still have almost 3 hours’ worth of an interview I need to write that documents Steve’s early life up until the recording of Cold Was The Ground. The circle goes round and round. And I sure as hell can’t shake that sound.

9. Creedence Clearwater Revival – Green River

I don’t know what everyone else thinks about when they hear the track “Green River” from Creedence Clearwater Revival, but I think of Gary Ridgeway. I know that’s way far off, but I can’t help it. I also think about the album cover, and how many people still try to copy it, unintentionally. And I think about Stephen King. If you’ve read a few of his novels, you know from some of his passages, he’s a total CCR freak. I’ll give him a pass for mentioning Springsteen so much just because he’s a damn genius. But I bet the casual listener has never heard the song “Sinister Purpose” on the radio airwaves. It sounds like it belongs on a damn Leaf Hound album or something. Thank god for small favors. This is the epitome of southern blues rock. All you Lynyrd Skynyrd fans can fight me (although I won’t knock them), but CCR has earned their grimy, yet rightful spot as the Bayou’s most raw and creepy rock group. And way down in the fall, there’s always a bad moon rising.

10. Buffalo – Dead Forever...

Man, I was going to write up a few more albums, but this is the end of the line, folks. Australia’s Buffalo caps it off with their 1972 album, Dead Forever...   I can see this piece being released today, and that’s why I’m so glad everyone in this community puts out music that can rival little-known bands like Buffalo. I have a sweet spot for this group. Nobody will ever be able to answer why this killer band could never receive any airplay, and that question still lingers as absolute over processed shit continues to infiltrate the airwaves and real emotion can’t shine through. One of the promotional stickers for this record was, “Play this album LOUD.” Seen that before? Is history repeating itself in belittling our efforts to get out there and WARP THE FUCK out of people’s minds? I guess so. But we can fix that. Put the needle on some Buffalo, don your battle jacket, and work on getting some fuzz into some onlooker’s ears. Listen carefully, and don’t let the Buffalo situation happen to us all.

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