Magazine - Because You're Frightened (1980) Barry Adamson / Howard Devoto / John Doyle / Dave Formula / John McGeoch from: "The Correct Use of Soap" (LP)

Post-Punk

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Personnel: Howard Devoto: Vocals John McGeoch: Guitar Dave Formula: Keyboards Barry Adamson: Bass John Doyle: Drums

Produced by Martin Hannett

Album Released: on May 2, 1980

Virgin  Records

SCREMS my snautsticic child he is trying ok!!!!!! one tiny snake human hybrid built from the cave-ground-up, , attempting to learn all the implicit rules of humanness?! as if it isn't already tough enough out here!!!!

not sure who needs to hear this but anger is not inherently a "problematic" emotion and it shouldn't always be categorized as a "toxic trait" for narcissism or abusers

assigning all your characters to their expeditions, sending them to domains to farm, telling them what commissions to do- you're their Player, their User, and they all love you in their own ways, even more so now that you're here in person. but to be honest, this week hasn't been kind to you. it's just been one thing after another- small things, things that really shouldn't even matter- but they just pile up and up and up until you're left with a mountain of troubles that leave you exhausted and disheartened. still, you try to put on a mask of cheerfulness so your Characters don't worry- some of them fret an awful lot- and begin to assign their daily tasks. a few to collect supplies, another team to farm materials, a couple for each commission here and there, and finally you shoo your strongest off to fight bosses. except… "Not you, Childe. There's… something else I want you to do" Childe blinks curiously but turns and follows you, eager to find out what you have planned for him today. "So, what's the rush comrade? Is there something important I need to fight for you?" but you shake your head and pull him into your teapot, standing awkwardly before him and fiddling with your fingers. his smile fades, replaced with a look of concern when he sees the expression on your face, like you're holding back tears. "Sorry… you're not fighting anything today, just… can you hold me for a bit? life has been hard, and-" you're cut off when Childe sweeps you into a hug, running a hand through your hair and tracing your spine with the other. with a sniffle you cling to him, hands holding his shirt in a vice grip as you cry. wiping away your tears, you look up, and he looks back down at you, eyes soft and full of care. "Can you do the thing I like…?" with a small smile and a crackle of painless electro he transforms into Foul Legacy, moving to bump his face against your cheek with a purr and a lick. it draws a watery laugh from you, and he rumbles affectionately at the sound, claws returning to your hair and back. for the rest of the day Foul Legacy spends time with you, carrying you in his arms and gazing with a look of pure adoration in his crystalline eye. he's with you for whatever you'd like to do, whether it be cooking or gardening or stepping outside for some fresh air- all are met with a resounding purr from Foul Legacy as he holds your small hands in his larger talons and dips his mask down as an imitation of a kiss, even if all you want to do in the end is curl up with him and take a nap. sure, it wasn't battle or sparring. but it made you smile again, which was all the more worth it.

FUN FACT IF YOU EMAIL ENOUGH PEOPLE SOMETIME (SOMETIMES) GOOD THINGS HAPPEN

Sara Kestelman as Fräulein Schneider tearing into 'What Would You Do?' from Cabaret.

She won an Olivier for this and like... correct.

i am excited but i also fear for my life

The education crusader Horace Mann, who sparred with the phonics-fixated schoolmasters of Boston, went so far as to claim that children were frightened by the alphabet, which he described as a horde of “skeleton-shaped, bloodless, ghostly apparitions.”

On Mhoirbheinn and bloodshed!

Mhoirbheinn does not shy from violence, gore, and shedding blood. In fact, some suspect that he revels in it...and they're not wrong. Mhoirbheinn takes a certain pleasure from bloodletting and causing pain to others, especially when it is enacted in retaliation to some wrong done to either him or Bal. It's almost therapeutic to him in a way he himself doesn't fully understand.

Perhaps it's because it was when he was standing in that manor, covered in the blood of the human servants and that noble family alike that he had slaughtered, that it was a bit of a moment of rebirth for him. A step forward and back. In a lot of ways, it feels to him like he reverts back to that crazed teen whenever he's covered in the blood of another once more.

Mhoirbheinn doesn't feel any particular way about it, neither positive or negative. It is what it is and he's mainly just had to learn how to temper it and his temper whenever one of Bal's useless guards irritates him.

“I’ve got a woman crazy for me...She’s funny that way.” Punchline Redesign 

,,,,Am I enamoured by the sickly childhood friend! reader x soft soft childe? Yes. Is the trope a bit cliche but I still snort them up like sum drug dependent addict because I'm a sucker for such tropes? Absolutely. Did I speedrun a lot of your fics? And I'm not ashamed ♡ ♡ ♡ Wanna make it angstier? Definitely,,,

What if Foul Legacy goes really out of control (say someone hurt childhood friend! reader) and while he is going all out, reader stumbles, lags behind pleading for him to stop but suddenly a painful sensation overtakes her whole body before she blacks out, falling into the chilly snow. The sudden silence alarms Foul Legacy so he turns around and sees ohhh noooeee~~~

oh my goodness your beginning explanation made me laugh so hard you don't even KNOW!!!

Foul Legacy doesn't hear you fall as much as he hears the oppressing silence as the last hilichurl who dared shoot at you dies by his hand, so quiet he can hear the snowflakes fluttering to the ground. when he turns, he's greeted by the sight of your limp body sprawled in the snow, unmoving, and his heart freezes with terror. Ajax's screeches of alarm quiet to distressed whimpers as he nudges you gently, pulling your frail self into his arms and cradling your head against his fluff. but you don't wake, only coughing and curling closer, shivering violently, the small arrow wound on your arm brilliantly red against the shining white snow

Ajax ignores the monster bodies crumpled behind him, rushing you home and flinging open the door, setting you ever so gently down onto your bed. after bandaging your injury he bundles you in blankets, worriedly sitting at your bedside and leaning his head against you. the only thing he can do is listen to your rattling coughs and squeeze your hand reassuringly, wishing you were there to reassure him as you remain unconscious. and when you do finally wake up, you're horribly ill, aching and near delirious from a fever, crying out from pain in sleeping and waking hours. your only solace is Ajax, although you don't quite recognize him you know that he's warm and soft and safe, so when your body aches so much it feels like your bones are crumbling he holds you tight, gently rocking you until you fall back asleep

he's so relieved when you finally wake up with clear eyes and call him Ajax again, whining and bumping his head into your weak, trembling palms as you do your best to pet his hair. although your mind is clearer, your body remains weak for several more days. Ajax opts to carry you everywhere, the feeling of your smaller form clinging to his setting his fretful heart at ease, and on the day you can finally walk on your own again he chirps and chitters in delight

still, ever since then, you've stumbled and tripped more, your coordination not quite right, and Ajax fears for the day you encounter something your body simply can't handle and disappear before his very eyes

Living for @imissthembutitwasntadisaster 's teen wolf movie liveblog

Bahhh

me watching yet another artist get dogpiled on for using AI, when they obviously didn't use AI, but people don't even know what they're getting angry about at this point so they just jump on things that seem 'off' based on whatever bizarre criteria they come up with.