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Terry Pratchett about fantasy ❤
Terry Pratchett interview in The Onion, 1995 (x)
O: You’re quite a writer. You’ve a gift for language, you’re a deft hand at plotting, and your books seem to have an enormous amount of attention to detail put into them. You’re so good you could write anything. Why write fantasy?
Terry: I had a decent lunch, and I’m feeling quite amiable. That’s why you’re still alive. I think you’d have to explain to me why you’ve asked that question.
O: It’s a rather ghettoized genre.
Terry: This is true. I cannot speak for the US, where I merely sort of sell okay. But in the UK I think every book— I think I’ve done twenty in the series— since the fourth book, every one has been one the top ten national bestsellers, either as hardcover or paperback, and quite often as both. Twelve or thirteen have been number one. I’ve done six juveniles, all of those have nevertheless crossed over to the adult bestseller list. On one occasion I had the adult best seller, the paperback best-seller in a different title, and a third book on the juvenile bestseller list. Now tell me again that this is a ghettoized genre.
O: It’s certainly regarded as less than serious fiction.
Terry: (Sighs) Without a shadow of a doubt, the first fiction ever recounted was fantasy. Guys sitting around the campfire— Was it you who wrote the review? I thought I recognized it— Guys sitting around the campfire telling each other stories about the gods who made lightning, and stuff like that. They did not tell one another literary stories. They did not complain about difficulties of male menopause while being a junior lecturer on some midwestern college campus.
Fantasy is without a shadow of a doubt the ur-literature, the spring from which all other literature has flown. Up to a few hundred years ago no one would have disagreed with this, because most stories were, in some sense, fantasy. Back in the middle ages, people wouldn’t have thought twice about bringing in Death as a character who would have a role to play in the story. Echoes of this can be seen in Pilgrim’s Progress, for example, which hark back to a much earlier type of storytelling. The epic of Gilgamesh is one of the earliest works of literature, and by the standard we would apply now— a big muscular guys with swords and certain godlike connections— That’s fantasy. The national literature of Finland, the Kalevala. Beowulf in England. I cannot pronounce Bahaghvad-Gita but the Indian one, you know what I mean. The national literature, the one that underpins everything else, is by the standards that we apply now, a work of fantasy.
Now I don’t know what you’d consider the national literature of America, but if the words Moby Dick are inching their way towards this conversation, whatever else it was, it was also a work of fantasy. Fantasy is kind of a plasma in which other things can be carried. I don’t think this is a ghetto. This is, fantasy is, almost a sea in which other genres swim. Now it may be that there has developed in the last couple of hundred years a subset of fantasy which merely uses a different icongraphy, and that is, if you like, the serious literature, the Booker Prize contender. Fantasy can be serious literature. Fantasy has often been serious literature. You have to fairly dense to think that Gulliver’s Travels is only a story about a guy having a real fun time among big people and little people and horses and stuff like that. What the book was about was something else. Fantasy can carry quite a serious burden, and so can humor. So what you’re saying is, strip away the trolls and the dwarves and things and put everyone into modern dress, get them to agonize a bit, mention Virginia Woolf a few times, and there! Hey! I’ve got a serious novel. But you don’t actually have to do that.
(Pauses) That was a bloody good answer, though I say it myself.
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LET US BURN THE WORLD TOGETHER
(NAMOR/READER)
Masterlist here!
Warning. LIGHT SPOILERS FOR BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER
Warnings: Smut
She did not know what she was doing. It was as if her body was no longer her own as she listened to this beautiful song that led her further and further to the water. It was almost hypnotic. Y/N was powerful, more powerful than the Scarlet Witch, but this was an unknown power that was a lot more powerful than her. She could already feel the water on her toes. Every sound around her disappeared; she just wanted to be closer to this song. She went further and further in until she was already up to her breasts in water. Against her will, she began to swim. Y/N could hear the voices begging her to return. But nothing was as important as getting to the song. When the song stopped, the trance subsided and she looked around. She was in the middle of nowhere. How the hell was she going to get back? Y/N didn’t feel anyone coming up behind her, but panicked when she felt an arm wrap around her waist and hold her down.
„Calm…“ the voice said, immediately making her calm down when she heard the song again. „Attuma…“ She could no longer understand anything as it was also another language as she began to fall asleep and slumped in the stranger’s arms.
A mask was placed over her mouth and nose before she disappeared into the sea.
When she next awoke she looked around in confusion and took a deep breath. She was wearing a dress and looked to the stone walls. „I thought that was more fitting for such a powerful woman…But don’t worry, a servant changed you…“ someone said and she turned to see a man behind her. He was wearing a cloak and shorts, it looked like a bathing suit, but with golden ornaments. On his feet were wings. She recoiled fearfully. „I will not harm you…My people call me Ku`uk`ulkan…You can call me Namor…“
„Where…where am I?“ she asked in a trembling voice.
„You are in Talocan…“ replied Namor, stepping towards her, „I know you are scared…“
She crawled back as far as she could. „What am I doing here?“
He smiled when he heard her question. „Well, Y/N,“ he said, and she was surprised that he knew her name, „I want you to be my wife…“
Her eyes widened in surprise. „What?“
„You are beautiful, powerful…You are my equal…“ he explained, looking at her seriously, „The only thing that would stop me is that you are from the surface world, but I can fix that…“ -He raised a hand and a blue skinned woman with a bowl came and handed it to him- „It took centuries, but this is the herb that made my people what they are today…Drink it and you too become a part…“
Y/N swallowed. „Why would I do that?“
Namor came to her and sat down next to her. „You have nothing left to lose…Everyone you love is dead because you live forever, like me…Why not spend your life with someone who can’t be taken from you?“
She looked at the liquid he was holding and took a deep breath. „I don’t know you…“ she said softly.
„You can spend the rest of your life getting to know me…What do you have to lose?“ he asked her and she didn’t know what to answer since she had nothing to lose. She bit her lip before taking the liquid and looking at it.
„Alright…“ she said barely audible and drank it. She was already starting to feel it, that effect. Suddenly her vision went black and she lost consciousness again. When she next awoke, Namor was still sitting next to her, smiling.
„Welcome back,“ he said as she carefully sat up, noticing the blue skin she now had and feeling like she couldn’t breathe. Namor lifted a mask and placed it on her face. „Breathe…“ -She did as he asked and felt better. His hand gently stroked her cheek-„You won’t have to wear this mask all the time…“
Y/N nodded, but took it off a few minutes after that. She could feel that tension between them and raised her hand to his cheek. She didn’t know him, but it all felt so right, like they were made for each other. It could be because of this new feeling, but it wasn’t like that, she thought.
The next few weeks passed quietly and she got to know Namor and he showed her Talocan. It was beautiful. The wedding had already taken place, it was formal and now she was Talocan’s queen. Namor did not urge her to do more than she was ready for, but Y/N did not want to wait anymore. She walked to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands stroked her sides and she leaned up before kissing him. It wasn’t one of those short and gentle kisses, this one was passionate.
„Take me and make me yours…“ she breathed against his lips.
„I thought you were when you married me…“, Namor replied. She stepped back from him and opened her dress before he slowly slid down.
„Then make it official…“ she said as she sat down on the bed and slowly slid backwards.
„I thought you wanted to wait…“ he said, but meanwhile stepped over to the bed.
She shrugged her shoulders. „I know, but I want this…I want you…“ she said, watching him take off his cloak before crawling up onto the bed and between her legs. Once he was there, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him against her. She kissed him passionately and stroked up and down his back. Y/N could feel his hands on her thighs as he caressed her.
„Mmm…Namor…“ she moaned softly against his lips. They moved down and he sucked on the skin of her neck. He kissed further down her body and took her breasts in his hand and began to roll her nipples between his fingers until he took one in his mouth and sucked on it. His free hand moved down and between her thighs. She moaned as she felt his fingers on her pussy and gasped loudly as he thrust into her.
Y/N stroked through his hair as he finger fucked her and threw her head back. He thrust into her slowly, writhing deep inside her with each thrust. She pulled him back up to her and looked at him. „I want to feel you deep inside me…“
With her heels, she pushed his pants down and reached for his cock. She pumped it a few times before guiding it to her entrance. Namor moaned as she rubbed the tip against it. He then thrust deep inside her, making her moan loudly. „So tight…“ he moaned and she got used to him before lifting her hips and signaling him that she was ready. Namor pulled out of her almost completely before thrusting deep and fast into her. He quickly began thrusting into her pussy and kissed back up her body, kissing her passionately. Namor sat up and lifted her leg that was around his waist and put it over his shoulder as he thrust into her again fast and hard. Y/N moaned loudly as he began to thrust against her G-spot. Namor let one hand move down to her clit and rubbed it. Soon she could feel her orgasm building.
„I…I’m cumming,“ she moaned loudly, getting tighter around him.
„Cum for me…,“ Namor moaned, thrusting deep inside her as he filled her with his cum just as she came around his cock. She was breathing heavily and gasping. Y/N looked up at him and smiled softly before pulling him down to her and kissing him gently.
„Let’s burn the world down together,“ Namor said, looking to his wife, who smiled.
#namor fanfic#namor request#namor smut#namor one shot#tenoch huerta namor#Namor#tenoch huerta smut#tenoch huerta one shot#tenoch huerta#black panther wakanda forever#black panther wakanda forever spoiler#black panther 2
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If you’re in the UK, please for the love of all things holy take the incoming heatwave seriously!! These aren’t going to be regular, nice summer days for lounging on the beach— this heat is going to kill people.
Don’t risk being outside if you can help it on Monday and Tuesday. And dear lord, if you are going out, PLEASE don’t put yourself in situations where you could get hurt or require others to come rescue you - i.e by jumping into rivers, swimming out to sea, etc. Even if you think nothing will happen, it’s not worth any kind of risk. The NHS is under so much strain right now and it is going to be even worse in A&E the next few days. The last thing they need is any more people clogging up emergency services with heat stroke or injuries that could have been prevented by taking more care!!
#uk heatwave#heatwave#heatwave 2022#Uk#kyle.txt#like I feel that most ppl on tumblr probably know all this but just#please I want everyone to be safe and careful#because a lot of the country is on a red warning for heat and that just NEVER happens here#so I’m worried that we’re not at all prepared for how bad it is going to be
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Estera - Ch 21 - Consult
The only thing more evil than an evil cliff-hangar is not resolving it in any way in the next chapter.
A little Sky and Stars though? That would be good wouldn’t it?
What went before
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John, however, had not been keen.
When Scott had mentioned to him that he’d like to call in on Estera whilst they were in the UK for the TI meeting the following day there had been… a tension.
He hadn’t said anything and appeared content to go along with the plan. But the best part of 3 decades experience of big-brothering told Scott that John was on edge at dinner. Then he’d come back from an evening sea swim with Gordon to find his two nearest brothers deep in conversation in the kitchen. John was pacing and gesticulating, Virgil using the firm, reassuring voice Scott recognised as the one he tended to use on him when he was about to fly off the handle.
Scott backed quickly back around the corner, some instinct telling him his presence would not improve the situation. A frustrated exclamation floated around the corner.
“How can you be so calm? I can’t bear to… we can’t afford to lose him again.”
A reassuring rumble, too quiet for him to hear.
“We don’t know that. What if she triggers another episode? What if he’s rushing in to something not thinking straight and…”
The Virgil rumble interrupted slightly more abruptly.
John trusted Scott’s judgment. From rescue strategy to tactics for managing the TI Board to wrangling The Tinies. Even when they disagreed on the best approach, his brother would advise but in general fall in with Scott’s instinct (whilst making contingency plans in the background of course). In turn, Scott took John’s advice seriously and more often than not adjusted to fit in with it. That’s how it worked, it was how they worked together.
John trusted him to make a good call in everything except, it turned out, in any kind of decision relation to Scott’s own welfare. The fact he could immediately think of five or six reasons that might justify his brother’s view on that point did not prevent the painful knot of hurt and defensiveness forming in Scott’s gut.
He was about to stride around the corner to tell his brother exactly what he thought when a hand rested firmly on his shoulder and Gordon looked up at him, absolute seriousness in his gaze, and slightly shook his head. His little brother then adopted a casual expression and strolled into the kitchen.
“Interesting fact - if trigger avoidance was a good coping mechanism I’d never have set foot in Thunderbird Four.”
The unmistakable sound of the fridge opening and jars being rattled around muffled whatever responses John and Virgil were making and Scott’s heart clenched at the light hearted delivery of such a heavy reminder that his little brother knew the darkness too. Then the thump of the fridge door and click-hiss of ring pull before:
“I’m just saying, oh beloved, ancient and immensely wise bros of mine, that the Old Man is probably aware of what his triggers are and unless she adopted a whole new therapeutic approach with me, Patricia will have never suggested it was a good idea to actively avoid them forever.”
There was a silence.
His very much beloved, much-older-and-definitely-wiser-than-Scott-usually-acknowledged little brother had strolled back round the corner and saluted him before counting down from 5 with his fingers and then nodding in the direction of the kitchen again.
So Scott had gone with the flow and trying to feign the same level of casual, wandered into the kitchen with a cheerful “evening all”. He pretended not to notice the flickers of awkwardness on both faces and made a beeline for the coffee machine. “Beverage?”
“It’s 10pm”
“It’s 10am somewhere, surely?” John raised an eyebrow. “Fine, just for me then.” Scott pressed the button and watched the coffee flow into the cup as he collected his thoughts and tried to ignore the silent conversation going on behind him. He carefully added the tiniest splash of cold water before taking a sip and turning back to them:
“So, I was thinking while we’re in London there might be a good moment for me to pop in on Patricia if she’s got a slot free.”
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The receptionist looked up and gave a dashing smile as Scott paced back past him for the umpteenth time.
“Not long now, sir. Might I get you another hot drink?”
“Please.”
“Coffee extra strong, right?”
Scott inclined his head with a smile.
John had a theory about Scott and caffeine, apparently, he’d said as much on the flight over but hadn’t let on what it was yet. The trip over in Tracy Two had been slower than Scott would have preferred but John’s quiet suggestion that he’d prefer to use the jet rather than One - just in case Scott wanted him to pilot back - seemed a reasonable compromise.
It was easier to talk in TT than in One, and so they did, off and on. Mostly TI related or brothers related. But comfortable. John seemed relieved that Scott was going to talk his idea through with someone who knew what they were talking about and for the moment, that was enough.
Scott hadn’t made any plans though, he didn’t want to set something up and then cancel. He just had to hope she would be available when… if… he asked. If not, there could be another day. It didn’t always have to be now or never…
He hadn’t noticed the door opening.
“Tracy?”
Here goes.
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John was waiting outside with the fast-becoming-traditional take away coffees. Scott raised his cup in salute and nodded his thanks as they wandered over the crossing to the park and grabbed a bench overlooking the water.
“How was it?”
“Different.”
“How so?”
“Normally I crawl in there a bit of a wreck. It was interesting to… not.”
“A positive kind of different then?”
“Mmm.” Scott sighed and looked up at his brother who was regarding him with tangible patience. “So, do you want a blow by blow account or the executive summary?”
“Whatever you want to give me.”
Scott leaned back on the bench and watched a couple of ducks swoop down and land on the pond, one gliding in smooth as silk, the other making a complete hash of it and sending up a tidal wave of spray. He could almost sense the first bird’s eye roll.
“We spent” he checked his watch and his eyes widened in surprise “nearly 75 minutes discussing my known triggers and how I approach each of them. Most I don’t actively avoid and can mostly just ride it out if they turn up… dogs, snow, rust…”
“Rust? I didn’t know about that one.”
“It doesn’t feature much. Hooray for cahelium, I guess?”
“And a strict maintenance schedule.”
“Indeed. The other kind, like needles or being stuck in the infirmary or, you know, ‘having malaria’” Scott added air quotes to try to lighten that one “I try to avoid but often don’t have a lot of choice so it is what it is but I do find them… difficult to manage.”
He sipped his coffee and tried not to think about how difficult.
“I understand. So… which is the girl?”
“I don’t know yet that Estera” he placed a subtle emphasis on her name “is either. It might just have been the conversation we had.”
“Does that make a difference?”
“I guess not. If we meet, it will probably come up at some point. It could happen again. And then maybe you and the others would have to… help… me. Again.”
He sighed.
“Is it worth it, Scott?”
Scott reached out and took John’s hand from where it rested on the bench between them.
“You’re always looking out for me John, I know that. And I do appreciate it. I know you’d rather I didn’t take so many risks and I guess it would be easier on you all if I just moved on and didn’t pursue this friendship. But… I think I have to try? I want to try. I think it might be good for me to try, even if it does end up going wrong. Can you understand that?”
John squeezed Scott’s fingers between his own and nodded. No words were necessary.
Scott blinked rapidly and looked away. A pair of dogs were chasing each other’s tails in the distance, too far away to hear. He breathed out slowly and pondered the fact that yet again he’d felt able to share 90% of the volume of information with his brother but not the bit that was nagging at him most insistently.
Patricia never told him what to do, that wasn’t how it worked. No doubt she’d had hundreds of ex-military clients just desperately wanting someone in authority to give them a list of orders to follow. Not that Scott had ever been particularly good at unquestioningly complying with directions… but sometimes an uncomplicated “how to” crib-sheet would be really welcome.
Instead, when they had occasion to discuss a decision with which he was faced, she might give some limited general information, but mostly invited him to use his own logic to work through likely outcomes, suggested some others. She took no crap and often bluntly called him out on his (usually negative) assumptions and thought patterns. Sometimes he’d go away and think, other times he’d come to a decision then and there but she’d never express an opinion on whether she thought it was the right one. He’d tried to read her expression so many times but it was always impenetrable. She never told him what to do or not to do. That wasn’t how it worked.
Today for the first time in nearly ten years she’d broken that rule. As he’d put his hand on the door handle and turned back to express his thanks as always she had looked up from her notes and frowned ever so slightly at him:
“One more thing. You might find that emotions run particularly high to start with, it might be a good idea to bear that in mind.”
Scott had apparently failed to hide his lack of comprehension as to her point because with the faintest hint of an eye-roll, Patricia clarified:
“For heaven’s sake, Tracy… don’t sleep with her.”
In response to which he’d done a stellar impression of a goldfish, nodded and hurriedly backed out of the room.
Given her speciality, they’d never had cause to discuss that annoyingly persistent facet of his public reputation that refused to die no matter how unjust it might be (or how many articles EOS tampered with). It wasn’t particularly important what his trauma therapist thought about it anyway, it just wasn’t relevant and so it didn’t come up. But… surely after all these years, she knew him better than that? He wasn’t sure whether to be embarrassed or outraged, settling in the end for confused. He hadn’t been thinking of Estera in that way, not more than a fleeting, barely conscious acknowledgment she was a woman with features he generally found attractive. Anyway, given the memories he was struggling with, thankfully false but still horribly potent, that was not a headspace he was going anywhere near.
And given the look on John’s face right now… he was going have to make that really clear before anyone got overexcited.
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#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#scott tracy#john tracy#tb estera#estera#idontknowreallywhy fanfic#Tw: therapy#I’ve had very limited experience of GOOD therapy so sorry if I got this wrong#tw: ptsd
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When in Greece
main pairing: Lily Evans x James Potter, multiple pairings.
summary: Lily Evans finds herself bored, and restless a few weeks before school starts and decides to go with Marlene, the Marauders and few others to Greece. While she’s there she decides to open herself up to things she never considered before.
warnings: 18+, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f to f), oral sex (m to f) blow job, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, threesomes, voyeurism.
a/n: had an idea went from a one shot to a series. Hope you all like it
PART II:
The house was unfucking believable.
If it could even be called a house. Lily’s house had three tight bedrooms and 2 and a half baths with a little yard for her father’s roses. This house was built into a cliffside just outside of Rodia with 6 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms and a private pool looking out to the sea. Lily didn’t even know what sea it was but it didn’t matter. All she could do was stare at it in pure amazement.
“It looks even better at night,” Sirius told her, already in his swim trunks.
“Is this place yours?” Lily asked him in awe, not looking away from the sea for a second. It seemed to go on forever.
Sirius shook his head. “Just a rental villa, but everything is included so write down anything you need on the list in the kitchen.”
Lily smiled and said, “thank you.”
“I’m glad you came. I didn’t think you would,” Sirius told her.
Lily lowered her voice and shrugged. “He has flattened mostly and we’re going to have to work with each other this year a lot anyway… Though, even if I did still hate him, I would get over it for this.”
“Never been abroad?”
She shook her head, “not really. Like road trips around the UK but my family aren’t really explorers. They like to stay in the area. They think money is better spent on their home.”
“Huh,” Sirius shrugged.
Lily said, “yeah, I don’t agree. You can save for things for both I think. Although, I think I’d live in a box to wake up to something like this every once in a while.”
“A woman after my own heart Evans,” Sirius smiled.
“Yeah,” Lily snorted and teased him sarcastically, “this is definitely a box.”
“Maybe a touch nicer,” Sirius grinned before he said, “you should head in, everyone is getting changed.”
Lily nodded, going into the room she was sharing with Marlene.
An hour later, she was in a tankini, laying out on a taco floatie as the sun heated up her severely sunscreen soaked skin. She laid in it until the sun started to go down and they all sat around the table with salads and gyros.
“Okay, some games,” Marlene giggled in her blue halter bikini as they started finishing up.
“I think we need some seven minutes in heaven to start us off,” Sirius snickered.
Amelia said, “Okay, but everyone gets a free veto without recourse.”
“How do we do that?” Dirk asked, furrowing his thick eyebrows.
Lily wondered that too. If they spun the bottle everyone would know they skipped, which would be beyond embarassing. But the other red head seemed to have an idea. “We write our names, put it in a hat, then if we don’t feel that would be comfortable, we grab another back, no harm, no foul,” Amelia suggested.
James teased her, “you just don’t want to get me.”
“Yeah, I don’t think you could handle how much I’d steam up those glasses Potter,” Amelia winked at him.
Sirius had the best handwriting so he filled out everyone’s name on little scraps of paper before he put it into the hat. Lily bit her lip with a mixture of excitement and nerves. She had never played this game. They either happened when she had a boyfriend so she didn’t engage or well after she left parties. She debated who she would veto if she got the opportunity and honestly it wasn’t as many people as she thought. After all, if it was Marlene she was pretty sure they would just say they did something and do nothing.
Sirius went first. He got Amelia and the two joined hands before they went into the little pool storage area.
“I hope there’s enough space in there,” Lily giggled.
James said, “all of these chairs aren’t there. I’m sure it’s fine.”
Sirius and Amelia returned, cheeks flushed and smirks plastered to their faces. Lily wondered if they just snogged or more. Seven minutes wasn’t really a lot of time to do anything but what did she know? Gideon was… okay. He did the job but there was always something a little clumsy in his approach that made her fight to stay focused. Sirius and Amelia didn’t seem like clumsy people.
“Lily, you’re up,” Marlene handed her the hat.
Lily teased, “sorry, if I get either one of you and you need a minute.”
“We understand that we’re in high demand,” Sirius winked at her arrogantly.
Lily laughed a little, some of the tension leaving before she reached in and picked up the first name. It was Caradoc. She thought about it. He was bulky, shorter than the other guys with ashy blonde hair and dimples. Cute, hot even, but a little part of her was curious what the other option would be. So she put it back.
“OOOOOH!” Sirius howled with Dirk and Dorcas.
She picked again and this time she got Dorcas. Lily laughed and put Dorcas’s slip on the table.
“Shot for courage,” Sirius handed her a firewhiskey.
Lily downed it with Dorcas, sighing harshly as she felt it burn down her body. A few seconds after though, she felt a little less self-conscious and went with it when Dorcas put her hand out and walked her over to the shed. Lily did giggle though when Dorcas shut the door. It was a nervous giggle though she was almost 100 percent sure the most Dorcas would do was give her a peck and an ass slap on the way out.
Dorcas sat down close to her, closer than Lily expected. Then she took a strand of Lily’s auburn hair and slipped it behind her ear, her fingers brushing against Lily’s skin as gently as possible. Lily bit back a gasp, unsure why. But in the darkness she could only really make out hints of Dorcas, mostly just her eyes.
“I want to try something, okay?” Dorcas whispered.
Lily nodded before she could think twice about it. And then she felt Dorcas sweeping the hair off her neck, her fingers trailing from the hollow of her neck to her shoulder. She made this motion over and over again until every goosebump rose to greet her. Lily found herself arching and tilting to encourage her only to feel Dorcas’s lips replacing her touch.
A gasp left her before she could stop it.
Lily was almost embarrassed how loud the gasp had been. Did it seem like she was desperate? Did it seem like she was hard up? Both had become a little true but before she could worry about that, Dorcas took Lily’s hair into her hand and used it to tilt her head to the side so her lips could go up her neck.
“Fuck,” Lily gasped, this time less shamefully.
Dorcas never kissed her lips, but when the timer went off, she had kissed every inch of Lily’s neck and shoulders.
Dorcas whispered, “told you it was fun.”
Then she helped Lily up and walked out with her.
Lily was still buzzing, her heart hammering in her chest as she walked. Everyone was ooohing and ahhhing, but Lily just blushed and tried to stop thinking about what would have happened if she shifted or done something back to Dorcas. She didn’t even know what. But the idea had been planted and now she couldn’t look at Dorcas’s without scanning her body and thinking of more.
Remus went next and he got Dorcas too. Lily wondered if she was going to do the same thing to him or if she’d go even further. It wasn’t until they returned that Lily was forced to refocus because James was picked and he put her name down.
Lily laughed and stood up, teasingly pushing him to the shed. “Let’s get this over with, Potter.”
“So eager,” James teased her back. When they got inside, he shut the door and told her, “We can just sit here-”
Lily almost agreed.
They had gotten to a good place. She had let go of how shitty he used to be when he showed he wasn’t like that anymore and he learned from it. And he in turn stopped crudely hitting on her and acting like she was the one with a problem. It wasn’t immediate or easy but sixth year had been good for them. Which meant she should have left it like that. They could sit in the dark, let the others think what they wanted while they caught up or made up another game to fill the time.
But… she was restless after Dorcas’s lips traced over her body. And seeing the way everyone else was playing around without worrying about the rules, made her kind of want to too.
“Actually I want to try something, close your eyes,” Lily told him boldly before she could stop herself.
The shock flickered in his hazel eyes as he assessed her. “What are you going to-”
“You will like it,” Lily insisted in a quiet tone.
He tilted his head at her before he closed his eyes and waited.
Lily could tell he still wasn’t quite sure what she would do so she added, “keep your hands where they are.”
“Okay,” James said.
Lily climbed into his lap and tilted his chin up. He had such a good jawline. Sharp, strong. It perfectly matched his ever growing shoulders. And before she could tell herself how bad of an idea this was she started kissing from his collar bone up to the tip of his chin. She let her hair brush against his skin and smirked at the way his breathing shifted when she did. His breaths were heavy and shaky, and every trip he made seemed to make it worse.
She felt his arms tense to stop from grabbing her and Lily smirked into his skin, “stay still, Potter.”
Lily’s lips were soft and careful, determined to leave him wondering if he imagined the whole thing the way Dorcas had to her. When she saw it was getting closer, she started lining her tongue up his throat knowing he would think of something else. Sure enough, he hardened underneath her. Lily felt him so clearly with the limited swim fabric separating them. But she reminded him. “If you move at all, I’ll stop.”
She started sucking a little on his neck, groaning a little into his skin as she rolled her hips. Everything was slight. Everything was enough to keep him but not enough to go anywhere. Then the alarm went off and Lily pushed herself off his lap, whispering in his ear. “Let’s go Potter.”
Then she opened the door before he could retaliate at all. And the rush of power was the highest high she’d ever felt.
Lily understood perfectly why Dorcas did everything she did. Having someone dangling, filled with lust, begging and pleading for more was intoxicating and when she sat down she didn’t have to look at James to know when he jacked off next he’d be thinking about her for the next week at least.
She wasn’t picked for a few more people before Sirius put one back and put her down second. Lily was beyond curious what he would do, but laughed hard when they got inside and Sirius asked her, “what did you do to James? He’s eyeing you like you gave him a blow job.”
Lily giggled and said, “no, I kissed his neck. I didn’t even kiss his lips.”
“You saucy minx,” Sirius gasped at her playfully.
“Well,” Lily admitted, “Dorcas did something like that to me and I was still worked up so I kind of wanted to get that over someone else.”
Sirius nodded, “fair enough, fair enough.”
“Who was your first person?”
“James,” Sirius laughed. “I wasn’t dragging that man in here.”
Lily smirked, “I am a hard act to follow.”
“I know that pun was intentional Lily and that makes it so much sadder that you got to him so well,” Sirius laughed.
“Okay, we’re clearly not making out, but can I have a shoulder massage for a minute and then I’ll give you one? I have a knot in my back like no other,” Lily suggested, shifting around so he could work on it.
“See, this I could work with,” Sirius teased her.
When their time was up they both left looking very relaxed, much to the amusement of the others. Lily though, kept thinking about the other two. Dorcas smirked at her every time she caught her looking and James eyes raked through her when she looked anywhere near her direction.
By the time everyone started to separate for different things, Lily found herself wandering into Dorcas’s room. Dorcas was sharing with Emma but Emma had fallen asleep on the couch already, so Lily didn’t worry too much about it. Though she did worry a little that Dorcas might have felt it was only a fun thing and not a follow up thing. Just because she brought up threesomes and kissing a few days earlier didn’t mean it was an invitation.
Dorcas erased all doubt though when she saw her, smirked hard and said, “not done?”
Lily shook her head sheepishly.
Dorcas took her hand delicately and brought her to the bed. Lily didn’t wait. The second Dorcas sat down next to her, she cupped her face and drew her in for a kiss. Lily half-expected the thrill to die down when she kissed Dorcas but it didn’t.
In fact, it got so much worse.
Lily hadn’t changed, so she was just pressing her swim suit against Dorcas’s as their lips pressed eagerly against each other. Dorcas’s tongue split her lips, earning a groan from Lily as Dorcas dominated her easily and thoroughly. She found herself feeling for the string on Dorcas’s bikini, then she tugged on the bottoms and the top. It was braver than she was prepared to act on it but Dorcas seemed to sense that as she pushed her back and stripped her top and bottom off too.
Laying back, naked, wet and panting, Lily gripped the sheets in anticipation. They hadn’t shut the door. Anyone could walk by and see them and something about that added to the tension. Especially because she knew Remus and James had the room across the hall. Lily thought about how he would feel about catching her like this. Would he do something about it or simply watch?
Lily almost lost all inhibitions and started doing something about it. This was mad. This was insane, and it would have been completely out of control if she started touching herself without Dorcas even being involved.
But then she felt lips trailing up her thigh and gasped so loudly she worried the whole house would hear her. Dorcas didn’t seem to care. In fact, it almost seemed like her goal. Lily could tell she had become a conquest of sorts, and instead of feeling negatively about that she felt so much more turned on.
She wanted to be someone that it was an accomplishment to take. Gideon was all about looking in her eyes and asking her if it felt good, which should have been amazing but inherently made every response feel forced or like she had to prove she was enjoying herself. This was the opposite of that. Dorcas knew what to do. Where to kiss, where to touch, where to linger. She needed no guidance from Lily whatsoever. By the time Dorcas’s mouth was almost to her core, Lily was fighting every urge to drag her there.
“Doe… please,” Lily finally begged, her hips bucking, and squirming from the, at this point, hours of foreplay.
“Shhhh… be patient,” Dorcas told her, sucking on her inner thigh until she made a mark.
Lily heard a noise, and looked over to see Remus watching them. It should have made her cover herself up. Remus was her friend. It wasn't like that between them. She’d never even thought about him like that but something made her not care. Something made it even hotter that someone was watching what was happening. And it didn’t hurt that the second Lily saw him Dorcas licked up her clit with such precision Lily started gasping out and gripping Dorcas’s hair.
“Like that,” Lily even squeaked.
“Harder,” Remus’s voice demanded from somewhere in the room.
Lily’s hips jolted up at the sound of his voice, the reminder that someone was watching and enjoying what they were seeing.
Lily knew she was a toy they were using but she didn’t care. In fact, she loved it. It wasn’t something she could do often or maybe even ever again but in this circumstance, she loved how Dorcas toyed with her to get to Remus. How every suck every nip was to earn something.
She was arching off the bed, her hips bucking to meet Dorcas’s lips eagerly until she felt Dorcas ease her fingers in. Then Lily had to cover her mouth to stop from crying out while her other hand clawed into the sheets, desperate for the relief that every coil of her stomach threatened to release.
Then Dorcas’s fingers curled just right as she sucked on Lily’s clit and Lily broke. She came hard, squirming and gasping into her own hand. When she stopped shaking she realized Dorcas wasn’t on her anymore but was undressing Remus.
Lily watched them for a couple of seconds, panting to herself before she found her swimsuit and shakily reattached it as she slipped out.
Stumbling into her room with Marlene she found it empty. Some of the others were probably still at the pool or watching the movie, or hell having their own orgy for all she knew. Lily still couldn’t believe what just happened. She stepped into the shower and sighed as she let the water rinse over her.
For a few minutes, she stood there in shock, reliving every heated moment before she washed up, rinsed off and got out. By the time she got dressed and got into bed, Marlene was passed out on her side of the bed. A fact Lily was thankful for because she wasn’t sure if she could explain herself even if she wanted to.
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toa anniversary munday!
Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.
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Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.
Name: Nic
Pronouns: they/them
Birthday (no year): 14th July
Where are you from? What is your time zone? The UK (BST)
Roleplay experience: I started around like '06 via msn or stuff doing Harry Potter or Naruto rp with my friends.
Got any pets?: Catcat!
Favorite time of year: Summer - I hate the heat but like, I need the sunlight to keep myself together
Some interests and things you like: Reading, writing, languages and linguistics, astrophysics, mythology, history, animals uh... I find almost everything interesting and it definitely keeps me awake a lot.
Some funfacts & trivia about you: I fell asleep at a scout camp once in the toilets and didn't hear the tannoy that was sent out for me. My grandfather taught me how to stroke bees. I love water/the oceans/seas/rivers but never learned how to swim. Peas scare me. I'm pretty good at -- and rather competitive about trivia games and quizzes.
What non-Fire Emblem games do you play?: The Sims! Dragon Age, Persona, Story of Seasons, Rune Factory, Stardew Valley, Wildermyth
Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Fire or Fairy and I just think Dreepy is very endearing.
How did you get into Fire Emblem?: I saw a review of it on a news channel and decided to try it out. Then I became obsessed and haven't looked back since.
What Fire Emblem games have you played? I've watched playthroughs and read scripts for all but I played about half of fe5, fe7 (lyn and eliwood modes only though), fe8, 3/4 of fe9 before my emulator crashed, fe10 and everything post Awakening.
First Fire Emblem game: Fates
Favorite Fire Emblem game: Either Genealogy, Radiant Dawn or Three Houses
Any Fire Emblem crushes?: Ayra, Mercedes, Camilla, Lucia, Diamant, Jeorge, Sonya and oh my god I hate myself for this but Sylvain.
If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays?
- Awakening: Chrom but now I'd probably opt for Libra or Henry?
- Fates: Takumi before I knew what an S support was. Kaze as a neutral pick, Subaki for Hoshido and Niles for Nohr
- Three Houses: Dimitri or Mercedes ?
- Engage: Yunaka was my first!
Favorite Fire Emblem class: DARK FLIER. but also any pegasus class is so chefs kiss for me
If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? I'd want to be a pegasus knight or a mage but I could see myself being an armoured unit tbh
If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? LION PRIDE LETSSSSSGOOOOOO
If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? Micaiah :D
How did you find TOA? I just searched the fire emblem rp tags on a whim one day and found the group. Had a nosy around and was really impressed and excited to join :)
Current TOA muses: Elincia, Goldmary and Julia
Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? Lincie! :D
Have you had any other TOA muses? I've had quite a lot um... Eirika, Ares, Orochi, Mercedes, Mae, Manuela, f!Shez, Macuil, Lana, Forrest, Constance, Tana & Celine
Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? I do feel a big pull to healers usually? Or pegasus knights.
What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? Character's bonding and forming relationships.
Favorite TOA-related memory: Unlocked 2021 Cha Cha Slide
How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔 Usually like noah but with a t but sometimes i call it twaaah just to be silly.
Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day that you’d like to share? 😉 Tatiana, Safy, Rodrigue, Altena and Yunaka all have either blogs or partial apps. Of them Tatiana and Rodrigue whilst still outliers could potentially hit me with a steel chair at some point in the future.
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Hello I’m Zaiax! (Pronounced Zai-axe or u can call me Zai for short or u can also call me by any of my kintypes) he/they/it no pref. I’m an aroace Demiboy
I thought I should make an intro so here are some facts about me:
I’m otherkin and otherhearted! I’m a psychological kin and my kintypes are: alien, sea monster, black cat, Wolf and dragon! My only otherhearted identity is windhearted
My favourite games are Minecraft, splatoon and ACNH. I also rlly wanna get stardew valley
I love stargazing and cloudwatching. I also really like swimming, story writing and drawing.
I live in the UK. I love the rain here!
I petre (usually as baby versions of my kintype, don’t think I’ll post much about it tho, might make a sideblog for it later)
That’s it for now, I might add more later
DNI: idk just basic, no transphobes, homophobes, Antikin, anti agere/petre, exclusionists, racists, sexists etc just be nice pls
#alienkin#ghostkin#black catkin#sea monsterkin#wolfkin#dragonkin#blog intro#introducing post#intro#catkin
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Jessica Hepburn - Unlikely Everest Summiteer. Inspiring people to #livebigandbrave when life doesn’t go to plan. Author of Save me from the Waves.
AN ADVENTURE STORY – WITH A DIFFERENCE
Jessica Hepburn is an unlikely athlete. She hates exercise and believes the only reason to do it is for food, booze and box-sets on the sofa.
However, in her forties, following a succession of hard life experiences, she started to try and exercise her way out of heartbreak. She has now become one of the world’s most extraordinary endurance athletes.
The first and only woman on the planet to have completed the “Sea, Street, Summit Challenge” – which is to swim the English Channel, run the London Marathon and climb Mount Everest. And possibly the only woman to have listened to eighty years and over 3,000 episodes of her favourite radio programme – Desert Island Discs.
Jessica joins us for the 3rd time on the Tough Girl Podcast, to share more about her new book. “Save me from the Waves”. Which shares more about her inspirational story of physical and mental endurance which starts on the streets of London and culminates in a life-threatening event on top of the world. During the podcast, Jessica share more about the challenges on the mountain, the lesson learns and provides advice and tips to encourage you to live big and bravely especially when life doesn’t go to plan.
Previous TGP episodes with Jessica.
2nd October 2018 - Author of 21 Miles and The Pursuit of Motherhood. Swimming the English Channel.
8th February 2022 - Adventure Activist - Her journey to climbing Mt. Everest.
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Who is Jessica
Being an author
Working in the arts
Going through multiple rounds of IVF
Experiencing multiple miscarriages
Describing herself as an adventure activist
Swimming the English Channel
Her journey climbing Mount Everest
Completing final training for Mount Everest
Climbing Kilimanjaro immediately after the channel swim
Realising the importance of mental and physical strength
Realising she's not fit and fast enough
Climbing massive mountains in her 50s is a significant challenge
Discussing pushback when climbing Everest and feeling defensive
Recounting a conversation with a stranger
Limited window for climbing Mount Everest due to weather conditions
Climbing to the top of the world while listening to her favorite radio program
The reason why she writes her books
Why she wouldn't change anything even after everything that has happened to her
Feeling stronger and more confident on her second attempt to climb Everest
Finding the Khumbu Icefall challenging
Finding the summiting experience to be terrifying
Not feeling the expected emotions on the summit
Feeling exhausted and sick during the summit
Having endurance and mental strength on the mountain
Getting hit by a free-falling oxygen bottle, breaking her leg
Sharing the details of what happened to her in her book
Sharing her experiences with IVF and climbing Everest, hoping to provide solidarity and a survival guide for others
What helped her process her thoughts and emotions during her fertility journey
Creating playlists for various occasions and people in her life
Composing a playlist for the child she never had
Final words of advice
Social Media
Website: www.jessicahepburn.com
Instagram: @jessica_hepburn_
Twitter: @JessicaPursuit
Facebook: www.facebook.com/jessicahepburnauthor
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2017 : "咾咕厝 ló-kó͘-chhù", 12" vinyl record
PENGHU EXPERIMENTAL SOUND STUDIO #2
ló-kó͘-chhù 一 means, in Taiwanese, Coral House
Yannick Dauby returns to Discrepant for Vol2 of his ongoing study of the sounds and sights on the Penghu Archipelago, Taiwan.
Penghu Experimental Sound Studio Vol2 uses interviews, field recordings, found objects and subtle electronic manipulation to transpose Yannick's impressions of the island's natural beauty.
All sounds, field recordings and improvisations on electronic instruments, are from Penghu, Taiwan.
Interviews of children extracted from the film "Childhood of an Archipelago 離島的離島", by Yannick Dauby 澎葉生 & Wan-Shuen Tsai 蔡宛璇. The second session of Penghu Experimental Sound Studio was located in Husi village, during Summer and Autumn 2015 whilst the album was assembled in the hills of Taipei, during the Spring 2016
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Side A
A great stretch of sea with no rubbish. Oh, and sandy beach, and some marine animals.
Most of the people here catch fish. It is close to the sea here, there are lots of fields. It’s also… quieter.
When you go down in the water, it feels really chilly. Very fresh, then very comfortable.
When I go to the seashore, I can find black sea cucumbers and sea urchins. I saw a swimming sea slug once. It was red and had white stripes.
The volcano erupts, then the lava keeps piling up. Then the lava cools down, and it becomes an island. Then people start living there. After that, more people keep moving here. Some people will also move to Taiwan. That is it.
Side B
On an island far, far away. And in fact, an island of an island. It’s so close to the sea there, so every evening we have fish to eat.
My dad often goes at sea for fishing. During the summer he catches squids and during Winter he catches fish for us to eat. Going out at sea is really exhausting, because the sea is always swaying, so you feel really dizzy. Every time we go, I feel really sleepy.
You get woken at night, at dawn, or around five in the morning, to go help drain the boat. Then you go fishing and you have to change spots every day. So my dad spends a lot of money on fuel every day, to go fishing at different spots. Sometimes, he goes to Cimei Island, or sometimes he goes to Huayu Island.
Occasionally, he goes into the open waters. If my dad is in open waters then I don’t call him. But if he’s not in open waters, on the coasts of Penghu, then I’ll phone to ask dad, how much fish did he caught today, and if he had already eaten.
When my dad enters the harbour, my mom would go to the pier to wait for him, and help him carry the fish. With smaller fishes, she would tell him to sell them in Magong city.
Sometimes, my aunt takes a pushcart into the village, to see who wants to buy fish. I’ll help by asking: “How many fishes do you want ?” If the buyer wants three fishes, I’ll give him three fishes. I also ask him: “Do you want big or medium-sized ones.” If he wants big ones, I’ll give him three big ones.
Each time, my father makes a lot of money. That’s why I have money to go to school, and to pay the lunch fees.
Grandma is growing vegetables. We have a piece of farmland next to our house. My grandma is a bit stiff, so if she needs to bend over to scoop up water, I help her do that. Sometimes, I help her with the watering. There is corn, shallots, as well as some cabbages.
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credits
released February 3, 2018
Released as 12" LP 45RPM by DISCREPANT (UK)
Mastered and cut at Dubplates @ Mastering by Rashad Becker
Release date 31st March 2017
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growing up is weird. it’s like one day you have your whole life ahead of you; literally nothing but choices and options, always something that you’re tied to, something forcing you to choose and decide. you lose that when you grow up. you get older and suddenly you’re leaving a place and people that you’ve been tethered to your entire life and the choices you have to make both expand and dwindle right before your eyes. you’re untethered now, you’re free, and yet you feel the path before you thinning rapidly. how can it be that the sea has both risen in an epic tsunami and dwindled down to a puddle all at once?
i feel lost, unmoored, overwhelmed by the expanse of my choices and crushed under the pressing weight of them. it feels contradictory, my current existence. somehow my best years are both behind me and only just starting. i’m in a weird place, a sort of purgatory between childhood and adulthood, it’s cliche, but i’m standing on the cliff face staring down at my far off new beginning and also plummeting so rapidly towards it that i can feel the tickle of the ground against the tip of my nose.
i have so many things to do, and yet i want so badly to not have to do any of them. i want to live forever in my memories, bathe in the warmth of nostalgia and live in a world with the filter of almost-forgotten over it. i reminisce constantly, and despite always telling myself to, i can never seem to live in the present.
only a few years ago i wanted so badly for freedom, for distance from my past, and for the opportunities i thought would be served to me in the future. i’m holding those opportunities now, they stay gripped in my hands, held onto so tightly by a past version of myself that they are now branded into the skin of my palms and i can’t seem to rid myself of them no matter my efforts to shake them off.
i think about my future and am so overwhelmed with a grief of all the “could be’s” and all the “has been’s” in the same moment. so so many different paths, none clearer than the other, so i walk the path of obligation. i dislike having a choice. i want to be instructed on what to do, and then to do it begrudgingly. i want the ability to complain about my existence because i didn’t choose it, i want no responsibility and no weight on my shoulders if i am unhappy or discontent. i don’t want to be the ring leader in my own circus, i want to be a dissatisfied audience member who attended only because they had bought the tickets a month earlier, watching on in horror as the lion eats the tamers face.
i could go to england. i was a child with a weird obsession with the union jack, so wouldn’t it be full circle to move to the dreary UK and live out my life there? wouldn’t that be fulfilling some prophecy? following a dream made shakily in my youth seems reasonable, if i can do something and have everyone around me look at it and agree that it makes sense or was somehow predetermined in a way, that would take away some of my guilt over my own future and however miserable it is.
i don’t want to do the things that i want to do mainly because i don’t know what those things are. i don’t feel fully formed yet, and i’m beginning to think i never will be. i feel lost in an ocean of opportunity, and would swim to shore, only i don’t know which shore to swim to, and there’s a voice in my head telling me it’s better to dive down as deep as possible and discover the secrets that lie below rather than return to safety.
i think in a way i do speak things into existence, but only in the way that once i say something to someone else, i now feel as though i have their eyes constantly on my back and i am terrified to make any unexpected movements or subvert their expectations in any way. i said i was contemplating doing something, so now to not do so would be a disappointment. i think on a logical level i can recognise the falsehood and absurdity of that notion, and yet it’s remains my unwavering truth.
i don’t think i know my own feelings. i hear and read things that resonate strongly, and the ideas that i absorb are ones i try to spew out to my friends and myself, but i don’t know if i believe them. i believe that there are endless opportunities ahead of me and that i should gobble them all up like a greedy child with a plate of lollies; i believe that there are endless opportunities ahead of me and that very idea strikes a fear so deep within me it feels almost primal. i am excited about my future and the unknown; i am horribly depressed by the idea of making new memories when i’m still holding on so desperately to the old ones. change is inevitable and wonderful; change is inevitable and unstoppable and overwhelmingly horrific. i think life is love and love is life and yet so much of me and my existence centres around feelings that feel so distant from love they shouldnt be described in the same language. i think i’m a good person; i know i’m a rotten person.
i don’t know if you can be washed up at my age, but i feel it. i think i’ve experienced everything and yet i know that in even a weeks time i will look back on my own naive self and laugh at my ridiculousness and propensity for angst and the dramatics.
#ramblings#diary#random#writing#growing up#idek if i used half these words right i’m tired#this feels pretentious
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Famous Five Art Nostalgia #LC01 – Part 1
Introductory post
Introduction to ‘Les Cinq’
Les Cinq sont les plus forts – The Famous Five and the Mystery of the Emeralds
Original publication date: 1971 (France), 1981 (UK)
(Original cover by Jean Sidobre, 1971)
Welcome to this first delving into Claude Voilier’s Famous Five continuation series! I have prepared as accurate a summary as I can but, since English isn’t my first language, the text may by clunky at times. I hope you’ll forgive me and that you will enjoy this new adventure!
The original title roughly translates to “Five Prevail!”
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Plot summary:
(Disclaimer: All provided translations are my own.)
When the Five arrive to Kirrin Cottage for the summer holidays, they discover that the house is in repairs due to a storm that torn off part of the roof. Aunt Fanny suggests that they spend the holidays camping on the island, to everyone’s enthusiastic agreement! After gathering supplies, they make the trip that same afternoon.
(Arrival on the island)
[Anne: How lucky you are to own such a lovely island! George: Yes, my parents were ever so nice giving it to me.]
After a couple of days enjoying the island and swimming in the sea, George suggests a game of hide-and-seek – she’s found a great hiding spot in a rock cranny on the cliff just that morning and is eager to one-up her cousins! From her hiding spot, she sees a boat approaching, in which two men have come to chat away from eavesdroppers, thinking that the island is uninhabited. These men, Herman and Léon, are talking about a "big job" that will take place on July 30 in an isolated large house on the coast, where an old lady owns a “treasure,” an emerald necklace given to one of her ancestors by Queen Victoria for services rendered. Evidently they intend to steal the emeralds, and the theft will take place on the mentioned date because they are waiting for some guy named Marcel who will make things easier. The men leave and George comes out of hiding and joins the others who are still looking for her.
(Dick and Anne cannot fathom where George may have been hiding)
[Dick: Here comes George! I wonder where Julian found her!]
In the evening, George tells her cousins all about what she heard and they decide to investigate.
On the next day, they explore the area around Kirrin Village on their bikes to look for large isolated houses close to the coast. They find one potential target: Mrs de Lérach, an old lady who lives in a manor called Lande Sauvage (lit. Wild Moor), but from what they hear, this women seems penniless and unlikely to own a “treasure”.
The Five find another two potential victims on the next day: Mrs Grant, who lives in a luxurious property called Ker-Armor and Mrs Labry, the wealthy owner of a prosperous farm called Domaine des Hêtres (lit. Beech Domain).
Without any other potential targets found over the next few days, the Five focus their investigations on the three identified ladies, starting with a visit to Mrs de Lérach, whom they are able to quickly cross out from their list once they learn that the only valuable thing she owns is a painting of one of her ancestors. After that, they go to Mrs Grant’s, a tall athletic woman who is entirely mistrustful of this band of children and refuses to open the gate. Moreover, Timmy gets into a fight with a dog belonging to Mrs Grant’s nephew, on a visit to his aunt that day.
(Mrs Grant’s frosty greeting 🥶)
[Julian: May we come in? Mrs Grant: I don’t open to strangers!]
The Five are furious about this incident and ready to give up on Mrs Grant, but George is stubborn and determined to visit her again once her nephew and his dog have gone. Against Julian’s advice, George sneaks out at night along with Timmy and returns to Mrs Grant’s. She climbs up the gate, but gets caught by Mrs Grant, who takes her for a thief and locks her up in her garage, intending to call the police in the morning. Timmy, who could not climb the gate and stayed outside, understands that George is locked up and runs and swims back to the island to fetch Julian, Dick and Anne. From Timmy’s wet fur and the missing boat, the children figure out what happened. Julian swims to the shore to retrieve the boat and rows back for Dick, Anne and Timmy. Then, all four go to Mrs Grant’s. Julian and Dick climb up the gate and manage to talk to George through the garage door. Julian has, according to Dick, the “genius idea” of removing some of the roof tiles so that George can escape, after which they all return to the island for some well-deserved sleep!
Putting Mrs Grant aside for now, the Five visit the third potential victim, Mrs Labry. She’s a wealthy and busy businesswomen who refuses to lose time talking to children. After discussing with her employees, the Five hear a rumour about a supposed “treasure” hidden in her basement. Unable to remove either Mrs Grant or Mrs Labry from their list of potential targets, the Five split up and organise watchguards in both places.
Several days later, now July 20, the Five still haven’t learnt anything new. On a shopping trip to the market in Kirrin Village, George recognises one of the thieves, Léon. They follow him and Léon soon joins his associate, Herman. From what the children can hear, their accomplice, Marcel, will arrive the next day, but the theft is still planned for July 30.
A week later (July 28), George goes to the post office and meets a young courier* called Marcel who claims to be new to the area. George is convinced that he’s the third accomplice. [*Note: I’m not sure if I used the right word for Marcel’s profession: he’s a messenger boy who carries telegrams to people.]
July 30 dawns on the Five at their wits’ end but determined to stop the theft from happening.
(A busy day ahead!)
[Narration: Lots of excitement among the Five the next day… Julian: I hope we can act successfully!]
The Five follow Marcel all through his working day, with no luck. As night starts falling, they decide to split up again and keep vigil in both places: Julian and Anne at Mrs Labry’s, and Dick and George at Mrs Grant’s.
At Mrs Labry’s farm, Julian and Anne accidentally cause a racket near the chicken coop; Mrs Labry thinks they want to steal her chickens and calls the police.
Dick and George have better luck at Mrs Grant’s, where they see Marcel ringing the bell and pretexting to bring a telegram, to which Mrs Grant opens the gate. Marcel, Herman and Léon (who were hidden nearby) take hold of her and enter the house. Dick runs to the nearest police station, which is empty because the policemen have gone to Mrs Labry’s to sort out the situation with Julian and Anne. Dick hurries there and clears up the situation, but the explanations take some time.
Meanwhile, the thieves have tied up Mrs Grant on a chair, but she refuses to tell them where the emeralds are hidden, so they resort to searching the house. George approaches Mrs Grant, explaining that help is on the way. As George is about to untie the prisoner, Mrs Grant tells her to take the emeralds instead and keep them away from the thieves until the police come.
(George aims to untie Mrs Grant)
[Narration: George was about to untie Mrs Grant when… Mrs Grant: I have a better idea: take my emeralds and run!]
On Mrs Grant's word, George and Timmy go up to the attic and find the case containing the emeralds. But the thieves soon come up too, having been alerted by a noise. They are almost run over by Timmy, who rushes down the stairs, and they find George alone holding the case... which is devoid of emeralds! The bandits tie her up along with Mrs Grant, and both prisoners tell them fibs to keep them occupied until the police arrive, led by Julian, Dick and Anne. Once the bandits have been arrested, George reveals that the emeralds are at Kirrin Cottage, as she entrusted them to Timmy along with instructions to run to his kennel!
(Timmy is the proud (albeit temporary) owner of the emerald necklace!)
[Narration: A short time later at Kirrin Cottage...]
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Fun lines:
George reunites with her mother at the train station after several months of being away at school:
« Oh ! maman ! Quelle joie de te retrouver ! Comment va papa ? Il n’est pas venu ? Tu l’as laissé dans sa niche ? »
Translation: "Oh, Mum! It's so good to see you again! How's Dad? Why didn't he come? Did you leave him in his kennel?"
😂
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Cover art through the ages:
(Disclaimer: This is not an exhaustive list; sometimes the dates are difficult to pinpoint; and I have purposefully not included editions that re-used similar cover art, with differences only in layout and font style.)
(Cover art by Jean Sidobre, Hachette, 1977 – minor layout changes compared to the original 1971 edition)
(Paul Gillon, Hachette, 1991 – Mrs de Lérach shows her one treasure to the Five: a portrait of one of her ancestors)
(Munch and Prunier, Hachette, 2002 – the Five are on Herman and Léon’s trail) [Note: Léon is the gingerhead.]
(Frédéric Rébéna, Hachette, 2011)
(Auren, Hachette, 2021)
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Thanks for reading!
#papillon82 reads#famous five art nostalgia#famous five#le club des cinq#les cinq#claude voilier#illustrations#jean sidobre
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Music Monday: 5 Tracks & Live Shows in July!
Are you ready to set your soul on fire with electrifying, upbeat tracks that will ignite your senses? Join us as we dive into the captivating world of Adam Humphries, a musical maestro who knows how to make hearts race and feet move. Get ready to let the rhythm guide you on an unforgettable adventure, where every note becomes a stepping stone to an extraordinary musical experience.
Chew Magna bury their concise indie-pop under unyielding guitar squall with noise-rock gem - ‘Secrets'
Even though it's just a couple of minutes long Secrets is actually not that bad a track. The vocals on it are upbeat and have that positive mood about them. One of the things that is good about it is that the track doesn't even need to have a hidden meaning to enjoy it. Just 2 minutes and 11 seconds of indie enjoyment. Even after having had a few listens just cannot find anything bad to say about, it
https://open.spotify.com/track/1mop2iPQF1nBF0aTr2pGgp?si=16292c3653034446
Legendary Brazilian guitarist Roberto Menescal & Celeste Caramanna feature on glorious new Muca track - 'Like This Before'
A fantastic song, the absolute corker of a tune. Like This Before stays faithful to both of the artist’s Brazilian musical roots. Celeste's singing mixes in effortlessly with Roberto's instrumental music. The pace of the music doesn't overdo itself as the slowness allows you to enjoy it and you can get lost just listening to Celeste's voice it's that comforting
Honestly, a sweet number which pays excellent homage to South American music
https://open.spotify.com/track/0sc2AfkuDMj7QjYH2S9vF9?si=735b1f9da0ed48a2
https://youtu.be/r9S4jQLr-2s
Erin K releases gorgeous new album - 'Sink to Swim'!
Sealife, No Control, Coins and I Don't Want to Play This Anymore. Just four of the songs from the new Sink or Swim record by Erin K. This is one of those albums where it'd be hard to find even the smallest fault with it. Everything has been put together to just absolute perfection. Going by the name, this one's Swimming. Keep your eye on Erin as she's someone to keep your eyes and ears on.
https://open.spotify.com/album/3UvcZCjGwqRitdpmYhFL73?si=KOMcODd8RTeOI9ftO2b4Qw
THE K'S - Release "Landmines" Video || + Announce New UK Tour Dates
Here's a few ways in which I could sum up K's Landmines song; a great indie rock tune, makes for some really good listening and just has that upbeat feel to it and the guitar riffs are equally as enjoyable as the singing. The video is just as great to watch as it's guerilla style and shows the friendship of the band both on the road and when chilling out. No big budgets, just a camera and mates following each other
WATCH "LANDMINES" VIDEO HERE
https://youtu.be/DApXunYU5Ag
STREAM ON ALL SERVICES HERE
https://ditto.fm/landmines
THE K'S - LIVE SHOWS 2023
Fri 7th July - Right to Roam Festival (Headline slot - Town Hall Square, Bolton, UK)
Sun 9th July - Cast Support (Bootle Canalside, Liverpool, UK)
Fri 14th July - The Craufurd Arms (Milton Keynes, UK)
Sat 15th July - The Godney Gathering (Garslade Farm, Somerset, UK)
Thu 20th July - KU (Stockton, UK)
Fri 21st July - Tramlines Festival (Sheffield, UK)
Sat 22nd July - MASH (Cambridge, UK)
Fri 28th July - Y Not? Festival (Green Park Farm, Derbyshire, UK)
Sat 12th Aug - PJ Molloys (Dunfermline, UK)
Fri 18th Aug - This Feeling By The Sea Festival (Bridlington Spa, Bridlington, UK)
Fri 25th Aug - The Rockin Chair (Wrexham, UK)
Sat 26th Aug - Sin City (Swansea, Wales)
Sun 27th Aug - Big Feastival (The Cotswolds, UK)
Fri 24th Nov - Manchester Academy - (Headline)
Tickets for Manchester Academy + all intimate club shows available here
https://theksareonfire.com/tickets/
ENJOYABLE LISTENS - Fierce Panda release "Summer Hit" out now || Listen Now
+ UK LIVE SHOWS THIS SUMMER
If you ever found yourself looking for a song (and artist) that wasn't your typical singer songwriter, did things their own way but who's music was a nod back to yesteryear ENJOYABLE LISTENS is it. Fierce Panda is one of those songs where even though the lyrics just sound dark and sultry they're done in such a way they seem quite uplifting. Definitely a nod back to the 80's here which actually gives it that more developed sound
LISTEN ON YOUTUBE HERE
https://youtu.be/6MyrJv5Rojs
STREAM ON ALL SERVICES HERE
https://orcd.co/elsummerhit
ENJOYABLE LISTENS UK LIVE DATES 2023
JUNE
21-25 GLASTONBURY FESTIVAL
Thur 22nd June - 9pm - West Holts Bar
Sun 25th June - 2.10pm - The Hive
Sun 25th June - 5pm - The Rabbit Hole
28 SOUTHEND ON SEA Chinnerys*
JULY
01 LONDON The Victoria
04 BLACKPOOL Bootleg Social*
06 LONDON Powerhaus*
07 HITCHIN Club 85*
28 BIRMINGHAM The Night Owl
AUGUST
26 FARMFEST
SEPTEMBER
21 LONDON The Waiting Room+
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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to the working week although, for those of you working in the NHS, welcome to just another day.
Many thanks to everyone that listened to the show live but – again! – Mixcloud have decided to ‘restrict’ my upload, so there is no recording at present. I am following ALL of their new rules TO THE LETTER but they are still restricting my shows. If they don’t sort out this mess this week, what’s the point? I will delete my profile and find a new home.
Straight after the show, we got on our way down to Hove. Saturday’s weather was very pleasant, so the roads were full but we got there in one piece. Lady Wesker had made her famous fish pie, which contains sea food as well as fish! Dee-licious! And I won the game of scrabble after dinner, so I was a happy bunny!
On Sunday morning, I took a glorious walk all along the promenade, right up to Brighton Pier and back again. I slapped lots of sunblock on my head and The Trouble was tacking the mick out of my greasy head, but it was warm out there, so I was glad for the protection. The coast line was full of happy day-trippers, every bar was playing a different song, the merry-go-round was playing a carousel version ‘Y Viva Espana’, and there was this very camp boy in short shorts skipping up and down playing reggaeton very loudly from his boombox. The prom was just as the prom should be: a couple played boules, two couples played beach tennis doubles, a group of kids played basketball on the court, the kids swimming pool was full of excitable, squealing toddlers and everyone was eating al fresco. Perfect!
The journey home from Hove was the shortcut of all shortcuts! We trust the Google Maps woman implicitly; she took us off the M25 just before Cobham and I was like, “What the hell is happening round the M25 that she’s taken us off here??” Maybe some of you can tell me? We did the whole Chessington, Esher, Kingston, Richmond, Hammersmith route back to North West London. I saw parts of the UK I have never seen before but, we trust her, the traffic kept moving and she got us home in one piece.
My diary has suddenly gone barmy and there is lots to look forward to. I am spinning tunes at a wedding on May 27th and joining the Bank Holiday party at The White Lion (Streatham) on May 28th. We have one dinner date on 31st and another dinner date on June 3rd, a fabulous 60th on the 9th and it’s The Trouble’s birthday on June 11th.
‘The A-Z Of Mi-Soul Music’ is coming live from Summer Soulstice on June 24th, we have a yummy BBQ on July 1st and then I’ll be doing the Mi-Soul ‘Concert At The Castle’ event in Windsor on July 9th. ‘Let The Music Play’ is back at Cinnabar (Stevenage) on August 27th and how excited am I about next year’s Ibiza Soul Week (tickets are going fast!)
Have a marvellous and momentous Monday. I love you all.
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My Sunrise
If I could own any piece of the universe, it would be the Earth’s sunrise. Every week I send clips of the sunrise to my friends who study in the UK, since apparently it’s constantly overcast and gloomy there. Sunrises feel particularly personal to me.
I can remember the different sunrises from every place i’ve lived. Whether it be outlooking the sea, or as it rises over the swimming pool every morning at practice when I was younger.
Sending these clips to my friends is a non-verbal act of communication. We don’t get to call much, or text for that matter. But every once in a while we send a picture of the sky, and we say how we’re doing.
Maybe one day we’ll lose this habit. Maybe one day we’ll never speak again and reminisce. But for now, we send videos of the sunrise, so I know we’re still on the same Earth, still looking at the same sky.
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