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bulgingpushh · 6 months

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You need help birthing your overdue posterior baby you say??? We'll im not sure how much help I'll be, but I'd be happy to take advantage of the situation.

Ok my poor sweet baby boy. I stumble upon you out in the open. You're pratically more belly than boy, clearly very teary-eyed and in distress as you desperately try to waddle your deliciously baby bloated ass to the bus stop. Desperately trying to get to the hospital. You never make it to the bus stop tho as I swoop in and ask you whats wrong, feigning concern. You tell me your sob story about how your water broke yesterday and you've been in labor for the last 24 hours, Contracting and pushing as hard as you can but your baby has only barely entered the canal and hasn't decended and you're getting desperate.

So I offer to give you a ride in my van. You look at me with your teary doe eyes and let me wisk you away to the secluded back alley I'm parked in.

Once I close the door on my windowless van I start helping you get your pants off, while also pulling down my own. You sheepishly ask how I'm supposed to drive you to the hospital if I'm not wearing pants and I inform you that we're NOT going to the hospital yet. Not till I've had my way with you. You begin to silently weep your pretty boy tears as I mercilessly enter you and begin brutally pounding your swollen and sensitive boypussy. After about a half hour of casually brutefucking your not verbally consenting boypussy, im crowded out by your baby's posterior. Undaunted by this development I simply pull out from your Front Hole and Ram myself Balls Deep in your Back Hole. I then continue pounding your ass as your birth progresses. The baby decends till your at full ring of fire and I cup you're bulging boypuss as you stretch and stretch and stretch. Occasionally rubbing and jacking off your swollen Tdick. The sight of your massive bulge getting me harder inside your ass as I finally finish inside you. As I thrust as deep as I can to unload, you ever so weakly try to wrap your legs around my hips and your arms around my chest as you beg me not to abandon you. That you're scared to birth alone and you'd do anything. I grab your pretty neck with my hand, squeezing slightly as I tell you that I'm willing to stay, and I'll even play the part of "Baby Daddy" so long as the Next kid your carrying is MINE, along with your pretty mouth, delicious ass, and sweet boypussy being MINE to USE whenever I feel like it. You eagerly nod your head as I finally pull out, get my pants on, and drive you to the hospital.

Once we get there the doctors and nurses have you in stirrups pretty quickly. I'm standing by your side as you breath and pant and push. The doctor wants you to bulge and stretch more before he gets the forecepts to pull the legs out. Enough time has passed from when i nutted in your ass that sight of your massive bulge and swollen Tdick have me rock hard again. Pull out my stiffened cock and I take your hand that I was holding and start jacking myself off with it. That's when a strong contraction visibly wracks you. You struggle to breathe and push. As you breathe out i ram my cock down your throat and Roughly start fucking your face. Ruining your attempts at breathing. The nurse rolls with this and says forget breathing, just swallow as hard as you can whith your throat and push as hard as you can with the contractions. As You breathlessly scream around my cock while contracting and pushing the vibrations of your Vocal Cordes message my cock, bringing me to completion. You desperately try to breath in as I flood your throat with my ejaculate, causing you lungs to fill with my seed. Simultaneously another contraction hits you hard and forces you to push again. Your poor boypussy finally pushed past its breaking point you tear in the front, all the way to your Tdick, and in the back, giving you a spontaneous episiotomy. Your silent scream is only audible as a minor gurgle as your drown in my cum. Fortunately after a few big gulps and a desperate gasp your finally able to get some air into your cum laiden lungs. At this time the doctor its finally back with the forceps and after struggling with stuck shoulders and a wedged cranium the doctor finally manages to pull out your baby, handing your baby girl to you as she Greedily suckles on you milk swollen boy titty. The nurse then finishes up stitching you boy pussy back together then gives me the thumbs up. All the nurses and doctors leave the room as I move between your legs, still strapped into the stirrups. My cock is ready to go again as I get started on putting MY baby in your sore, swollen, and torn, boypussy.

thank you for helping me <3 what a fun ask

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shawmilo · 1 year

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There's Nothing Holdin' Her Back

Warnings:😬Fluff,Smut&A Tiny Bit Of A "Sneeze-Kink".

Request(ed):No.

Word-Count:879,Sentence-Count:57,Paragraph-Count:22,Character-Count:4.988(WithOut Space:4.068),Syllable-Count:1.192.

Theme:Established🥰Relationship,🤒Sick-Fic🤧.

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Shawn was always kind of a health-freak. He'd try his best to do absolutely any- and everything, to avoid getting sick and to have his vocal cords to the upmost maximum of their abilities. Whatever trick he picked up, here or there; that ensured to be a wonder-remedy for his voice-no matter how wild and crazy it seemed-he'd try out.

Still one fatal day, it happened. He woke up feeling like his head had just collided with a brick wall.

He let out a combination of an irritated grunt and a sigh, trying to get up. His body not being able to cooperate, deciding to let his head plop straight back upon his pillow.

Right at that very moment, his girlfriend appeared; from doing her morning routine in the bathroom.

"Hey Boo, thought you'd be up by now" When he answered with a defeated huff and a raspy, whiny "That's what I was thinkin' too", she lovingly put her hand on his cheek, feeling his temperature. "My god, Shawn; you're burnin' up!"

"I'm gonna call off my appointments, for today", No, Hun; you don't have to do that, on account of me", "I really think it's for the best, besides It's my decision to make", "Are you sure, tho; Hun?", "In all the time we've known each other, what is that thing again; you always say, attracted me to you the most?!", "The way you always seem so sure of yourself?", "That's the thing!...So I'm stayin' right here at home, to treat you; till you're all better"

"But, Hun...", he protests, till she interrupts him "No, Shawn; I said, I'm gonna stay with you and that's final...You know how I get, once I've made up my mind!". All he could do, was to let out a deep sigh; knowing her, she wasn't gonna let up. He wasn't feeling up to an argument right now, plus it wasn't like she didn't always get her way with him anyways.

That brought on a coughing fit, which send her racing off to the kitchen; retrieving the two of them, each a glass of orange juice. She placed them on the nightstand, sat down beside her boyfriend; rubbing his back. "Drink your juice, Boo; It'll help". So he takes a glass, to take a sip from it; thinking it's his and sneezes in it.

"Boo, that's my drink", while taking it from him and drinking from it herself; before placing it back on the nightstand. "Oh, No; Hun...Now you're gonna get sick too!", "Wouldn't mind, sharin' your cold...I wanna share everythin' with you"

She practically immediately starts sneezing herself. "See, told ya; it's startin' already!", "All of a sudden, I'm startin' to feel a little queasy", "Oh, comon over here; Hun"

While he lifts the blanket; inviting her to join him, underneath. They shift and squirm a bit, till they're both comfortable.

"Are you comfy, Hun?", "I can think of somethin' that's gonna make us both feel even more comfy", "If you're thinkin' what I'm thinkin', then yeah; we can give it a try"

So he's lining himself up with her, they're spooning and he's hugging her from behind. "Well, great minds; that's what I love 'bout you". He opens his mouth, to say something ;but she continues with: "You didn't think I picked you, just 'cause of your looks; now did you?!"

When she finally has him snugly buried within her, and he's leaving a trail of smooches; from her neck to her spine, she starts to wiggle a bit; pushing herself back on him, making him groan: "Tryin' to get even more comfy, Hun?". She answers with a "Humm"

But he's still not moving, like she expected him to. So she pulls and pushes back again, growing impatient; making him groan again, but now out of frustration.

Clearly annoyed, she speaks up: "Thought we were thinkin' of the same thing?, apparently not!". Planting a firm kiss on her shoulder blade, he replies: "Thought we would just do a little Cockwarmin', to you know; warm you up a little"

"But now, you got me all warmed up; in a whole other way...So, Whatta ya gonna do 'bout that; éh?!", "But hun, I'm really not feelin' up to it; if I'm bein' honest...I'm afraid I'm only gonna disappoint you", "Oh, Boo; I can't imagine ever bein' disappointed in you"

With that she turns and flips the both of them over, only to straddle him and start to ride him.

"Hold on, a little bit; Hun". He grabs the blanket, to wrap it around her. "I don't want you to get even more sick, then you already are; Hun" and kisses her forehead, continuing with: "Oh my, you're burnin' up", "Yeah, burnin' for you; to love on me"

"Okay...You win, we're gonna do it your way; but please have some mercy on me", "It'll be okay, Boo...Imma do all the work, you just lay back; relax and enjoy...I'm gonna teach you how to love me"

"God, I honestly couldn't say; which is more runnin' with wetness!", "Huh?", he continues with: "Your nose...Or that aching pussy of yours", "Uhm, maybe; you should clean it up, then", "Maybe, I should...Well, come sit that pretty drippin' pussy of yours; on my starvin' mouth then, so I can devour you; Hun"

Before she even has the chance to mount her stallion, he affectionately licks her nose; slowly and gently.

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rayatii · 1 year

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Okay so in my Art of Theater class, we were each asked to do a presentation on a topic of our choice relating to theater, and the topic I chose was opera, as a form of theater. I presented it in late March, it ended up being rather successful, and my teacher liked it well enough to ask me to present it to her other section of that same course, which I did. And so today I had my final exam for this course, so this inspired me to post the slides of my presentation (well, I already had this idea on the day of the presentation, but it’s a convo with @smile-at-the-stars yesterday that truly motivated me to work on it), alongside an approximation of the extra stuff I said orally while presenting.

(Note: the star-shaped bullet points are actually gold-colored, for some reason, when I converted the slides into either JPEG or PNG format, they keep getting colored white. I have no idea why.)

“When I say ‘opera’, you may think of a singer standing on a stage and singing in a style some of you might find weird or even unpleasant. Yeah, that’s not opera. That’s just singing. Lyrical singing, or classical singing, or whatever you want to call it. Opera specifically is when this type of singing is placed within a theatrical context.”

(To show the difference between an aria and a recitative, I sang the first 8 measures of Vedrai, carino, and used this audio, which I cut at around 0:32)

Here, I emphasized why I highlighted the word “acting” in the grid above, and also explained that opera students at my Conservatory are given the basics of Italian and German, in order to better understand what they are singing about.

As an example of how singers have to properly convey the emotions of the character they are portraying as they sing, I mentioned an anecdote about the time I was practicing L’ho perduta, which is about a young girl who lost an object and is desperately searching for it, and my voice teacher told me something like: “do not sing it in a grand manner, you are not La Contessa with a big voice. You are this little girl who is desperately searching for that pin she lost”. In order to show the difference to the students, I sang the first couple lines of L’ho perduta in a somewhat grand way, and then I sang it again in a more subdued way that better reflects the context.

(I mentioned that in L’Orfeo, the living world is represented by string instruments while the Underworld is represented by brass instruments, but that’s not very important.)

I also added that even in upcoming opera season announcements all over the world that had come out recently, you can find L’Orfeo in quite a few of them.

“I’m gonna stop here, because otherwise this would take WAY too long. I highly recommend you read more about the history of opera.”

To give the others a better idea of what I mean by “vocal virtuosity”, I briefly sang the first 2 measures of Lütgen’s Etude No. 8 (the clarinet part; up till 0:05).

My commentary on Barber of Seville: “This is the opera that ‘FIGARO, FIGARO, FIGARO’ comes from”. And Lucia di Lammermoor: “You might recognize some of the music from it if you’ve watched The Fifth Element, the scene with the alien singing opera”.

I described Wagner’s operas as having “MASSIVE orchestrations, requiring HUGE voices, lasting like 4 hours”.

I mentioned that Bohème is one of my favorite operas, and that it’s the opera that RENT was based on.

I explained that operetta tends to contain spoken dialogue.

“If you mention microphones in the opera circles on social media (e.g. Reddit), you will be sure to start a war” (it’s kind of an exaggeration, but 😝).

“You cannot cry while singing, because it messes your vocal cords.”

“I chose these two opera houses to show you the difference between a proscenium stage (the format of most opera houses around the world, just like theatres) and an arena, as we learned some time ago during this course.”

Palais Garnier: “which is where the Phantom of the Opera lives”.

The Sydney Opera House “is much more well-known for its exterior than its interior, but it actually houses several venues. The main venue is just concert hall, but the one in the picture here (the Joan Sutherland Theatre) is where operas are typically performed”.

The Bayreuth Festspielhaus: “which performs exclusively works by Wagner. I chose to show you this one because it has a bit of an unusual structure; it rather resembles the thrust stage format, and the orchestra pit is located kind of under the stage”.

The video in question (subs by Yours Truly, except the ones in the last footage, which were already there, when I downloaded it from the Met’s channel).

The following week iirc, the teacher mentioned Diana Damrau’s Queen of the Night as one example of stylized makeup, as opposed to realistic makeup, and I added that it’s because that opera is a fairy tale opera or sorts.

#opera #theater #raya makes a powerpoint

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zerger33 · 1 year

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I loved your wriritng so lm asking you something Ive asked another. How would your hero have reacted to their partner disappearing at the end of eos instead of themselves?

Thank you! I super appreciate it! To answer your question, Violet handles it differently, to say the least. Assuming in this twist of fate, she is in Leo's situation, where somehow she lives, and he disappears, she wouldn't jump immediately seek death like Leo does. She can handle her emotions enough not to do that, but that doesn't mean she is anywhere near ok.

So she just... stops. Stops thinking, working, and talking, and she completely goes blank. She does the bare minimum of existing and spends the rest of her time daydreaming, unable to handle any of it. Leo may have acted out more and had a worse meltdown, but Violet just mentally quits.

She completely secludes herself, refusing to speak to anyone and not listening, either. She actively avoids people who reach out to help her, leaving the guild as part of that. Without Leo, she feels completely lost in a world and body she shouldn't be in. Leo had answers, made her feel like she was supposed to be here, and with him gone, she's lost that.

She would also complete the job of telling people what happened, though in her own way, telling all who would listen of her partner's tragic tale. Of how he had sacrificed everything he had to help her. Of how kind and gentle he was and how cruel the world was for taking him.

He would be gone longer, as it would take her a long time to get desperate enough for his returns to start making prayers at shrines to the gods. The first one she would go to though is Dialga, giving everything she has left as an offering, including her life, just to bring Leo back.

Dialga refuses to take anything, though, telling her through the shrine to return to the beach they first met at and show him how much she wants him to be back. So she does. She goes to the beach and screams at the gods till her throat hurts and her vocal cords give out.

It works, of course. Her sobbing over him, how lost she was, and how glad she is that he was back. How she never wants to lose him again, and how much she loves and needs him.

She also wouldn't evolve after the story. She knows how long Ninetales can live, and if she can't handle a few months without him, she could never handle 900 years alone. So she just stays a Vulpix, refusing to ever take a firestone.

That's about it, though I will say I have thought about how she would handle it before. After all,

She does become a Ninetales in my stories :)

#pmd #pmd eos #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd explorers #pmd2 #replies #Really enjoyed this question!#Hope you all enjoyed this what if!#I'm always happy to answer asks!#long post

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abigailfantasy · 1 year

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Hey sleepy how are you feeling.

I know you're wondering why it's morning even though you were just at a club in Miami. Well let's just say if a pretty lady way out of your league buys you a drink, she isn't trying to sleep with you lol.

Don't freak out, it's been a couple of months. We took your ID and traced every part of your identity. Legally you are now dead, every institution your part of, your bank, your driver's license, etc has been closed. You for the most part are a ghost. Well the old you anyways.

Let me explain

We took the liberty of reconstructing you to my specific desires. We first began by pumping a steady stream of estrogen into your body as well as putting hormone suppressants for that pesky testosterone in your body. We made sure not to massage your muscles so you have atrophied quite a bit. We wait a long time before we add breast implants. We waited on you and we found that your body naturally developed perfect double D tits, like you were always meant to be a girl. We couldn't leave you malnourished so we have a feeding tube with foods and supplements that specifically made your skin smoother and more vibrant, we also saw another side effect that your ass became incredible.

We then began to laser off all your hair, trim and manicure your fingers and feet. We let your hair grow out long and we maintained it. We began subliminally playing messages in your brain to give you more feminine thoughts and desires.

For surgery we gave your vocal cords a nice scraping so now its incredibly high pitched. We also reconstructed your face to become more feminine. The most exciting surgery you had was a vagina replacement surgery; we found a transman that wanted a penis and we gave them yours, he now has a fully functional penis and testicles though he was a little sad at how small the penis was, but was still glad, you now have a fully functional vagina and womb, also a plus its a virgin womb. Sadly your organs began to die in your medically induced coma, so now you can't process any meat, luckily you can still get protein by eating eggs and cum, the perfect meal for a feminized slut.

To do all this cost us nearly 500,000$, it was long and arduous but I fully expect to get my money back plus more. From now on you owe the company femcorp that money with interest. You can't declare bankruptcy on these loans either, and they will follow you no matter where you go in the world. If you need to be extradited out of America we will take you to a private island where we can do whatever we want to you. So be a good girl and listen.

You are now a fuckdoll model for femcorp. Your identity is that of a beautiful Arab woman. You will go to parties and clubs and find and fuck the richest men you can find. You'll quickly learn the hunks aren't that wealthy. Your a piece of property, a tool for generating money. You will become the best asset we have I know it.

You will learn to strip tease and dance. You will take daily sex lessons in oral, vaginal, and anal sex. You will study every kink and desire a man has. You will learn to walk and talk in the most seductive way possible. You will become a dominatrix and a submissive slut. You are nothing but a tool for sex.

P.S. you can get pregnant now, so don't be to slutty

You may ask yourself why I do this. Well I like looking for lonely pathetic porn addicted losers with small cocks. Men like you take girls in porn most vulnerable moments that destroy our lives and reputations and jerk off to it. So I wanted to turn you into the object of your desires and make you feel vulnerable and isolated like I did.

So go out slut enjoy the perks of your new life of whoredom. You are going to suck a lot of dick and take a lot of dick in your new pussy and your sculpted ass. You are going to make me money till you become an old ugly used up whore.

#sissy emasculation #feminization captions

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heather-ouo · 2 years

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Moths

Elysia x HoF! sim! gender neutral! Reader

Things to remind

(H/c) - your hair color

( Don’t ask me why i put it in every story post except the old ones )

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Part 2 (end? maybe)

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Moths

A type of animal who likes light.

And you are the one who is likes towards the other lights,

I was a dim light who could never get your attention.

I was the lower and your were the highest,

You like to group with your moth team.

The singing moth, painting moth, fire moth, icy moth,

Moth who like coins, doctor moth and so on.

Other lights gets your attention too except me,

You fly pass me as always and i carefully collect

the pink sparkle you left behind.

I decorated it on my lights.

They are indeed beautiful but it took a lot of time,

Still it’s worth it.

I came up with a plan

It was a dangerous one.

The higher from the clouds give a me an opportunity

It was very tempting and I refused it.

The longer the days pass by i was clouded by the others,

Oh… just how much I want to push them away.

Today i finally accepted the offer from the sky

I don’t know what consequences I will be paying.

But I feel like I can finally get your attention.

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“ Elysia, do you know this piece of paper ? ”

The purple haired girl hands out a paper towards Elysia, the paper is old and its corner is burned.

“ Oh? well Mei~ where did you find that? ”

“ It was near a lamp with a pink crystal necklace. ”

Elysia takes the paper with care before folded it and puts it into her pocket.

“ That was from an old friend.. they aren’t apart of the chasers. ”

“ Ah… sorry. ”

“ It’s right~ say how you gonna repay for making this beautiful girl upset?~ ”

The pink haired girl smirks a little.

“ Maybe let me touch you horns again?~ ”

“ Anything but that. ”

Mei quickly walks away before the pink haired do something weird, Elysia gives her last look at the special lamp before follows Mei and continues teasing the horned girl.

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“ I never get to tell you how you look beautiful with my crystals on.. ”

The figure hugging the herrscher who is covered in frostbites, flames and ice can be seen around the battlefield.

“ ◼️◼️.. ”

“ Shhh… I'm sorry for my ignorance towards you.. I.. couldn’t figure my feelings out towards you. ”

The herrscher uses one hand to unclips the necklace and puts it in the figure’s lap.

“ K..e..ep it fo..r m….e ”

“ I will but… let’s go back to the base to deal with the frostbites! ”

The figure let go the herrscher and sit up but the herrscher put her back to the position she was before.

“ l.. d..eal wi….h K..ev..n. ”

“ NO YOU CAN’T! YOU ARE INJURED CAN YOU SEE?! ”

“ M… ..Pr….em… i.. en….it ”

“ NO NO STOP TALKING! YOU'RE VOCAL CORD CAN’T TAKE IT! ”

The figure gives a broken chuckle, pleads towards them are useless for their current state is quite useless for this era is to be killed or kill, nevertheless their used-to-be-teammates will kill them and take the core.

Fire sparks around turns into massive flame surrounding the Herrrscher, from the old soldier’s outfit to the Herrscher of fire outfit.

Before all this started the herrrscher took Gem of Haste from the Dr.Mei’s lab given by the instructions from their God.

The figure immediately knows what they are doing.

The herrscher is gonna fight Kevin one on one. Even though they know they can’t win.

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In your last minute you are a bright ball of fire

The flames near me are cold. I know you don’t want to do this.

A moth before the light

The light before the moth

You were the light and I was the moth.

But you became the fire and I was the one chasing your shadow till the end.

I became one just like you and killed by the same person

who took you away from my grips.

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This one must be the response for the first one..

Mei thought to herself as she held the paper.

A simple story about a person loving one of the Flamechasers, but there’s more than meets the eye, something about an offer from the sky is off.

The mention of a bright ball of fire.. it referred to a human being, it could be Kalpas but he’s a part of the Chasers and Elysia said it’s from an old friend.

Could it be… Elysia used to have a lover or someone who likes her?

“ That’s right!~ ”

An unknown person speaks behind the purple haired girl, right after “it” finished Mei turns around and draws her katana out.

“ Woah- careful with the katana..! ”

“ Who are you? How did you get here? ”

“ ….? ”

Seeing the person isn’t answering she moves the blade near their neck and they quickly hold up their hands giving a defeat sign.

“ Okay okay! ”

“ I'm just a mere simulator, the elf put me here! ”

“ The elf? ”

“ You know! The pink haired with pointy ears! ”

Elysia..?

Mei gives a quick scan at the person’s outfit, (h/c) with faded red at the end, also red for the upper dress and a seemingly forever burning fire at the bottom of the dress, knowing the simulator in front of her is a Herrscher, The Herrscher of Fire/flame to be exact.

“ You.. don’t have to be so wary of me, Herrscher of Thunder.. aren’t we the same? ”

“ Both become the enemy of humanity for their lover… you on the other side are different, they still see you as their friend, not an enemy. ”

“ Where did you know that?! ”

The sim quickly backs up a little to avoid a katana that’s aiming for their throat even as a sim you still can die.

“ Answer me! ”

“ Kevin told me! ”

Then nothingness.

“ I heard some small fighting going on over…”

The pink elf stops mid way of her talk seeing the scene before her.

“ Here..”

……….

“ You… the one who put me here.. ”

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I can feel my romance story idea are going 📉

This is more like a shitpost story than the ones i post ;w;

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Part 2 ( end? maybe )

Masterlist , explanation for some parts of the story

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Tagging people ( permission asked :D)

@azukaaa

#elysia x reader #honkai fanfics #honkai x reader #honkai impact x reader #I don’t know what shit I post #Gonna edit the masterlist later MY MOM GET HER EYES ON ME

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restless-witch · 2 years

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Better Not Wake The Baby - Part 1 - The Winter

hey y’all, I’m obsessed with @oldandkinky‘s Honey-verse and a few months ago I started drafting up a fic-- thank you friend for letting me play in your sandbox <3 This isn’t a polished draft, and it’s not all of what I have written/planned, but I figured posting a bit would get me off my ass and writing more.

Fic Summary: Jaskier isn't helpless. He'd been a shepherd before. He'd killed a wolf before. He'll slaughter again if that's the price of freedom.

Rated M: explicit gore/medical descriptions and miscarriage/abortion aftermath, swearing, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, really gross attitudes towards omegas, abusive relationships, references to fucking, brief suicidal ideation

This fic was current up and to part 17 of Honey - Sometimes the Tunnel Only Leads to Darkness. You'll enjoy this fic more if you’ve read them <3

Witcher 3 + Netflix / This part is rated M / Incomplete

Make your moan of your lot in life Split your mind half crazy Gouge your eyes with a butter knife But it better not wake the baby

-The Decemberists - What a Terrible World, What a Beautiful World

Lambert carefully scraped the dead tissue in Jaskier's womb- he can hear Geralt scowling in the hall with Vesemir but he focuses on carefully prying the empty sac out from the scarred flesh. There'd been a fight all morning about what to do but Vesemir eventually demanded to check Jaskier's womb again and it was clear there was something wrong with the afterbirth. Another argument about what to do- but between the four only Eskel and Lambert had any experience with birthing animals. It was distasteful to think of Jaskier that way but humans are animals.

Lambert has the highest tolerance for potions and, before they'd brook an argument, he'd wordlessly thrown back the whole shot of Cat before kneeling between Jasker's shuddering legs. With his blown out eyes, he could clearly see the ruptured tissue where the baby had been- stubbornly holding on and poisoning Jasker's blood. He'd last used this curette to cut out a siren's vocal chords-

he doesn't want to think too hard about what kind of fucked up metaphor that made.

"troublesome little bitch-" Eskel mutters, methodically massaging Jaskier's throat to coax him to swallow the watered down spirits. His face pulls into a scowl, "bet you're enjoying all this attention, whore-" and he wrenches Jaskier's chin up- forcing his head deeper into the furs and jerking his whole torso-

"fucking shit," Lambert pulls out the curette as fresh blood starts bleeding from the jagged cut- Geralt's pacing stops.

"Handling it?" Vesemir placidly calls through the door.

Eksel and Lambert share a reluctant glance before Lambert gives him a dirty look and Eskel jerks his chin to the door- "Little Flower has a little flesh wound- Lamb'll tend it with the rest"

"can't you just do your part?" Lambert hisses, trying to figure out whether it's better to wait for the new gash to clot up itself or if igni is in order, "or will you beat this horse 'till he's dead?"

"better a dead horse than an useless omega," Eskel snipes back, but after a darting look at Jaskier's greying skin he does go back to persuading his throat to swallow some broth. Lambert still can't tell how much of Eskel's sour is from jealousy or misogyny. It doesn't really matter- he's feeding both to Geralt. Lambert turned to the side table with his medical kit and gently pressed a fingerful of yarrow into Jaskier's womb- which isn't an ideal way to stop the bleeding but will slow it enough to at least finish excising the necrotic sac. another scar for Jaskier's battered womb.

one problem at a time. Lambert took a long shuddering breath, wondering if he could afford to pass out himself after this. It takes about half an hour for him to finish cutting away the dead flesh and staunch the bleeding. When he's done and cleaning his tools, Eskel is giving a curiously somber look at the thickly corded tissue. Well, Lambert supposes, it's not that odd to be stricken by a dead wanted baby or an omega's suffering but it's odd that Eskel seems reluctantly pained by Jaskier's suffering. When he doesn't think Lambert can see, Lambert caught him hesitantly rubbing circles on Jaskier's scenting glands.

He doesn't say anything, fine with mutely cleaning his tools while Eskel tips white honey down Jaskier's throat. But when they can hear Geralt leave the hall to fetch a bath, Vesemir going down to the kitchen to check on supper, Eskel lets out a little sigh and brushes the sweaty hair pasted to Jaskier's forehead.

"He's a bit young for all this," he mutters out, "barely a man, too young for motherhood." There's a long pause where Lambert tries to think of any response he could give and Eskel continues on, he turns away to the stack of clean cloths and starts wetting one with spirits, "I don't know what Geralt's thinking."

"I'm thinking we need to bury this," Lambert gestured to the knotted flesh, "and the rest of it while we're at it. This place is haunted enough without a botchling."

"I'm being serious ass-" Eskel groaned.

"I am too," Lambert replied, mindlessly re-spooling the ends of their thread, "we need to bury them as soon as the ground softens, can you imagine trying to root one out of this place?"

"Give Vesemir a broom, a goat, and a week. He'd get it done," Eskel started wiping the clots from Jaskier's thighs, "What are we going to do with him?"

"Jaskier or Geralt?"

"Either, both- fuck. He's going to kill him sooner or later, and I don't know what to do when that finally happens," Eskel looked up at Lambert, and Lambert met his gaze. There was something on the edge of frightened in Eskel's gaze, an animal uncertainty that Lambert couldn't pin down, something curiously strange about the way Eskel's hands gently tended to Jaskier's bloodied flesh after the way he'd wrenched him earlier, "Lambert, what are we going to do?"

Lambert thought of a hundred things to spit at him, instead he picked his words carefully, "I think you need to decide if you want to help Jaskier live or help Geralt get rid of him." He swallowed, watching Eskel start mulling the words over, "I know I never want to do this," he gestured to the rotting afterbirth, "again and I know Jaskier is stronger than you think."

Eskel didn't say anything more and Lambert didn't press. Lambert mutely takes his toolkit away when Geralt brings in the first of the bath water and Eskel leaves after helping Geralt lower him into the tub.

The two join Vesemir for supper and none mention the empty places at the table.

His health takes a turn for the worse the evening after he lost the second baby- Jaskier later works out he'd lost three days to the brain fever. His memories are fractured and foggy and he thinks he remembers Lambert between his legs and Eskel pouring fire down his throat.

The day his bleeding stops, Jaskier feels the most clear headed he'd been since the first winter's snowfall in Kaer Morhen. Those days after Eskel's axii left his mind and the chill from the ascent left the marrow of his bones. The fever's barely broken. He wakes up to an empty room and putters over to the window. He closes his eyes and thinks of Essi and his parents and their silly little village. It's time for this to be over- this wrenching back to life and into hell. He leans over the edge and he falls.

Well, he imagines falling. Imagines the delicious slipping away from life. Imagines the final pain of smashing on the rocks this time and being too mangled for the witchers to peel his body off the battlements and leaving him to rot like the bones in the moat.

Eskel fucking wishes. How he'd gloat that he got Geralt back. How Geralt would let his memory fall away, a footnote in his long story.

Through the pain rolling up his spine and the crackling salt on his skin, Jaskier feels a new wave of rage and spite and raw grief clawing its way through his body.

Those fuckers fucking wish.

Jaskier would escape. He'd been stupid and childish and careless before. Geralt tracked him because he'd been predictable. Had leverage over him because he cared about Essi and Lambert. Could hurt him because Jaskier wasn't fast enough. He'd do better. Lambert didn't need protecting. He'd find something Geralt loved and hold it in bondage for Essi.

Geralt was going to kill him eventually: he had his whole lifetime to get faster and stronger and smarter. However long that lifetime was.

Jaskier isn't helpless. He'd been a shepherd before. He'd killed a wolf before. He'll slaughter again if that's the price of freedom.

Laying on his side, looking out the window, brings a clarity of mind Jaskier’s not sure he’s felt in Kaer Morhen before. They’re still in the middling of winter which feels at odds with how much has happened since he was pulled from Roach’s saddle. Come the spring he has no doubts Geralt is going to take him along the Path again. He’s too paranoid about leaving Jaskier alone to possibly leave him with Vesemir, who hadn’t been sympathetic but would draw lines when needs must. Geralt would never give him that kind of reprieve. Even if Jaskier used all his softness and vulnerability to beguile Geralt into letting him stay, Jaskier wasn’t too proud to admit he didn’t have the skills to survive the Kadwaeni countryside if he managed to escape. Temeria or Redania would be much better.

Geralt came into the room, so quietly Jaskier is sure he wouldn’t have known if it wasn’t for the damned bond which gave him a preternatural sense for where the alpha was. He can feel a tense shiver rolling up his spine but instead he forces himself to soften- “lay with me Geralt?”

“What do you want?” Geralt said, his voice still by the door. Jaskier could cut the tension with a knife, he thought wryly, if Geralt ever let him hold one again.

“I want to talk to you about something,” Jaskier said, hoping he sounds tired and innocent. It must work because he can feel the thick blanket pulled from his sweaty skin and Geralt lines their bodies up, his broad chest pressed against Jaskier’s back and his arm loosely held around his aching middle. He hesitantly places his arm over Geralt’s, “do you remember what you said? That things could be… could be good between us?”

“If you let them,” he can feel Geralt’s rumbling voice through his ribs. Geralt is warm, always warm unless the potions are coursing chills or shuddering hot through him, and Jaskier very purposefully eases himself deeper into Geralt. He forces himself into being pliant and soft.

He gently draws Geralt’s hand in front of his face, daintily traces the dips and lines of his palm. He keeps his touch sparing, cautious and light. “Geralt,” he breathes, “can we try that?”

Jaskier felt Geralt lock up behind him, the fingers in front of his face giving a little reflexive spasm. The arms around him becoming a gibbet- a cage perfectly enclosing his body. “Why now, little bird?” Geralt muttered, “why should I trust you won’t stab my eye this time?”

“Because I’m tired now,” Jaskier lets a warble into his voice and agonizingly curls closer to the arms around him, “Geralt, I’m so tired of fighting, please, please, let’s start over.” Geralt is silent for a long time and Jaskier can feel real hot thick wet sobs rising up his throat choking him. “I’ll be good,” he cries into Geralt’s palm, “please I’m so tired I’ll be good I'm sorry I kept ruining it Geralt I’m ready to be good please Geralt please be good. Let me be good please-“

He feels panic roiling up when Geralt eases himself up and rolls Jaskier on his back, but Geralt seems only interested in studying Jaskier’s face. It’s splotchy and mottled he knows, his hitching sobs stopping him from saying anything besides “please” as he tries to see Geralt’s face through his tears. He wonders if he’s overplayed it and flinches from the blur he sees on the edge of his vision, but it’s Geralt’s hand cupping his cheeks and brushing the tears off.

“Easy there,” Geralt murmurs and his hand moves. If Jaskier liked him, he’d call it something close to caressing; Geralt paws at his sides, his arms, his shoulders, thumbs along his bond mark until Jaskier’s breath evens and his eyes clear up a bit. Geralt leans down until their foreheads and the tips of their noses are just touching and looks into Jaskier’s eyes. He rubs their noses together, scenting the air and Jaskier, “hello little bird, my name is Geralt.”

he's hiccuping around the snot in his throat and warbles out, "Hello Master Witcher, I'm Jaskier," he feels nearly proud when he snuffles, "I'm sure you've heard a lot of things about me, care to guess which ones are true?"

Jaskier’s earned a reprieve.

"I'd like it if you courted me properly: songs and flowers and all that. We could start again like we should have."

Some of the wolves are better at hiding their surprise and trepidation than others. None of them comment that the underlying stench of misery doesn't lift, but Geralt's indifference to it has left the other wolves to tread carefully. As expected, Vesemir takes Jaskier’s changed attitude with the natural grace and detachment he’d displayed for the entirety of Jaskier’s stay in Kaer Morhen. Little changing besides occasionally revealing some little nicety of life that Geralt appreciated; things Jaskier could do like arranging the bottles in his pack to face outward neatly or rubbing his scent on Geralt’s bracers.

Lambert kept a wary distance, keeping just out of Jaskier’s reach. Seeming caught somewhere between not wanting to rock the boat and deeply curious about Jaskier’s changed tune. That was hard. Keeping his face demure and calm while Lambert’s eyes bored into his skull and Jaskier could nearly feel the questions about to tumble out of his mouth.

Eskel was a different story. He wondered if Eskel could see right through him, hovering around each corner Jaskier dared to tread these days. He didn’t exactly say anything- not anything new anyway- but there was a new intensity to the way he badgered Geralt about his useless omega and a sneer curling around his lips when Geralt snapped back at him.

He knew Witchers couldn’t read minds- at least not the wolves. If they could it wouldn’t have taken any of them very long to realize how badly Jaskier wanted out. Eskel could get him to open his mind with Axii, but he doubted Geralt would stoop to that again so soon. He didn't think Geralt was the type to tempt fate like that so soon. Geralt-

Geralt was... a lot. Jaskier was sure if this was how Geralt wooed him from the start, he'd be love-drunk goner. Geralt had taken to the task of properly courting Jaskier very seriously: mending the holes in his clothes so carefully Jaskier could hardly feel the usually chafing stitches and taking the choicest cuts of meat off his plate for Jaskier. He told Jaskier long detailed, albeit largely technical, stories of his travels on the Path when asked and was mostly chaste when he kissed and held Jaskier good night. He could have pressed the point and made Geralt clear out another room for him to sleep in, but Jaskier could privately admit that the glimmer of hope it gave Geralt was better than trying to rest in the other unaired private quarters of Kaer Morhen for his long-game. In return; Jaskier dutifully digs through the library and reads poems and excerpts from the bestiaries to Geralt in bed, he trains his hands to idly reach out for Geralt when they are beside each other, and asks Geralt to help him memorize what should be kept stocked in their packs when they finally walk the Path again. He figures out which of Geralt's furs is a prized hunt and covers it in his scent.

He doesn't ask Geralt about the nights he is absent from their beds nor question the challenging grin Eskel gives him when he scents the other witcher over Geralt. Eskel can fuck Geralt on every surface of Kaer Morhen if he wishes to- if the alternative is fucking Geralt sooner or some catty brawl that draws Geralt's attention, Jaskier is content to let Eskel be smug.

The days pass in starts and stops and Jaskier notices the changes to his body slowly. He endears himself to Vesemir by asking for chores and training. Geralt rubs his back approvingly after he starts walking and jogging and running the keep; after all, how's he supposed to walk along Roach if his legs are weak as a colt's? The early mornings in the greenhouse teach him about arenaria and hellebore and the proper ways to dry and cure each for Geralt's kit. Vesemir doesn't say anything about being an extra and expensive mouth to feed on the path, but he takes great pains to teach Jaskier the value of reagents and where to look for them himself.

The first thing he notices is how quickly his legs fill out and thicken past they'd ever been before until they look like a soldier's. That one is easy to ignore, given the steady diet of thick stews Geralt presses into his hands and how the cold winds over the blue mountains hasten his pace over the battlements.

The second takes longer to notice and when he does is more jarring and unnerving. Looking back, it should have been more clear when he thinks of the little nicks and bruises he'd written off. The perpetual aches and pains his life seems to be held together with. He's alone in the greenhouse, paring down some han brush when he lops off the tip of his ring finger. Hardly a mortal wound to be sure but gods awful painful and bleeding into the soil and needing stitches and he quickly wraps his finger in his apron. He debates calling for help and apparently thinks it over a lot longer than he thought because when he decides to just dash over to the medical cupboard himself and burn the wound closed, the tip of his finger has fused back to his finger. It's still a deep gash, but the little bit that was still attached had begun to knit itself back together. He vomits into a bucket of goat shit, looks at the finger, vomits again and goes to find someone to sew it up.

Lambert kindly doesn't mention the smell of bile and that night Vesemir smacks the back of his head and forces them all to a dinner of liver and giblets.

He is cautious and frightened, for one of Kaer Morhen's many lessons is to never get cocky.

it's a stolen moment before the last frost when Jaskier and Lambert are alone in the scullery: he drew Lambert's forehead down to his- "Promise me you'll winter here next year," there's a strange resolve in Jaskier's voice that Lambert doesn't know how to interpret. Brows pressed against each other, Lambert can smell a smokey haze through the acrid stench of misery that always clings to Jaskier.

"What are you planning?" Standing between the scouring sinks and the wash copper, Lambert can almost pretend they're somewhere normal. Some little domestic fantasy- working friends at a great house, lovers owning an inn together, young acolytes at the temple, back in his extinct village about to bring the traveling bard Jaskier to his mother.

"Lambert," Jaskier took a long whooshing breath, Lambert's pulled back to reality, back to knowing this is probably the last time he'll see Jaskier before Geralt takes them back on the Path, "Lambert just promise me you'll be here by Saovine."

"Will you be here?" Lambert wasn't sure he wanted the answer, but Jaskier gave a soft little omega croon he'd never heard before and pulled his hands down from Lambert's head. His legs turned to jelly and he gritted his teeth to steady himself as Jaskier gently took his hands and rubbed against the knuckles. Lambert felt miserable himself- felt like a charlatan for preening under Jaskier's sweet little omega softness and Lambert didn't do anything to deserve it besides failing to protect him.

"Maybe, maybe I won't," Jaskier pulled his head back and peered up at him, "but I'll need you if I am." There's a raw weariness in Jaskier's eyes, "after- after the night you promised me you could take care of yourself. You promised. That I didn't need to worry about you. I need you to promise me you'll be back."

"I could kill him," Jaskier's eyes fluttered shut, his scars winking at Lambert. Lambert isn't even sure where the words come from because for all the idle dreams he'd had of bashing Geralt and Eskel's heads in, he'd never said them aloud with any conviction. Jaskier is quiet for a long time: their breathing and Lambert's racing heart the only sounds in the scullery.

"I won't make you a kinslayer," Jaskier finally said, opening his eyes to look over Lambert's shoulder, gently pressing him back. Lambert feels a pitiful childish whine climbing up his throat and Jaskier rests his hands on Lambert's chest to settle him. He would if Jaskier asked.

"I'd kill him for you," he echoed mindlessly and Jaskier hesitantly laid his head on Lambert's shoulder- he'd never done that fully awake or aware. Lambert resisted the urge to hold him, but Jaskier carefully moved his arms to hold Lambert's shoulders. Jaskier wasn't much shorter than Lambert, but perpetually curling on himself made Lambert think of him as so much smaller.

"Just promise me you'll be here come Saovine," Jaskier murmured into his ear, so softly he barely feels his jaw moving. Lambert holds onto the moment as long as he can, memorizing the smell of Jaskier that's still stubbornly there under all the stress and exhaustion and bile and stale sweat.

"I promise," at that, Jaskier let him go.

"May Melitele clear your path-"

"- and keep the hungering wolves at bay"

A/N- Encouragement and kind words will always make me more excited to write stuff <3 and feel free to dash off a message to me! I haven’t really made any friends in the fandom yet :3c

Thanks for reading, friends!

Rough and tumble ragged drafts on tumblr here: Actual Fic Better Not Wake The Baby

This fic is based on OldandKinky’s Honey-verse and you can also find them here: Honey-verse on Ao3 and OldandKinky on Ao3

and if you like my writing, I’ve also got “Varieties of Exile”

#geraskier #honeyverse #jaskier #geralt #geralt of rivia #lambert #eskel #vesemir #fanfic #fan fic #actual fic better not wake the baby #geralt/jaskier #geralt x jaskier #witcher au #the witch writes

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andromedalupus · 1 year

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The Son of the Medali Gym Leader

Krash looked around the new town he was in, he never realized till now that he’d finally see his dad after the divorce. Krash looked down at the ground, this alerted his Skeledirge as he nudged his trainers cheek in worry. Giving a soft growl of concern. Krash shook his head and gave a reassuring pet to his Skeledirge’s snout, ”it’s ok bud, let’s just fight his gym and get some food after” Krash said, his voice raspy from the strain; his voice has always been like this, it was mostly due to how he was born with a nerve problem causing hoarseness in his voice. So mostly he tries not to talk much but speaks in sign.

The more often he practiced, the less affected his vocal cords become. His Skeledirge seemed to accept the answer but still worriedly nuzzled him before letting out a low growl. “It’ll be alright bud, I’ve got my best friend to look after me” Krash reassured his Skeledirge as they started making their way over to the gym that he was supposed to battle. Krash’s father is the Medali gym leader, he hasn’t seen his father since he was four and knowing that he’s going to fight his dad sent a little worry in his heart. Krash stopped dead in his tracks, his Skeledirge bumped into him lightly, he was frozen. Skeledirge growled in confusion as he looked at his trainer, Krash saw his dad. The Medali gym leader. Larry.

CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!!!

#gym leader larry #pokemon scarlet violet #pokemon #gaming #larry memes #larry pokemon #slay girlboss #fanfic #divorce

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harmcityherald · 10 months

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Im not here to entertain you. Strange coming from an artist isn't it. These pages fill my quiet moments. Don't get me wrong, I love being here for my dear readers. Even if there are few or one. I am hungry for expression. I always have been. I like to make people laugh. I like to make them cry. I like to show them things they might not have seen. I like to make them feel uncomfortable with their own shortcomings or to bare mine naked to the world so we can be imperfect together. I bare my angers and my fears and my longings and my tears. mostly to an empty amphitheatre. If there was some permanence to our digital headstones we could feel comfortable that our words might stand forever. But as I have extensively prattled about nothing in the entirety of the known universe lasts forever and our words so fragile, a literal wisp of air manipulated by our meaty vocal cords is probably the most transient of all. put it on paper, it withers. write it on stone, the winds erase it. there is no medium that lasts. the universe itself, in its finite existence, is itself the very body of impermanence. So entertaining you is pointless. trying to change your point of view is tenuous at best. its so very easy to come to the conclusion that nothing we do matters anyway. the greatest book, the greatest song, the greatest poem, the greatest paintings and sculptures, all simply awaiting their time to disintegrate to dust. the sun enlarges and engulfs the earth and every city, every tree, every small mollusk creature, and us if we are still here will burn away to unrecognizable ash. the galaxy eventually merges with Andromeda and who knows maybe the collision of two supermassive black holes destroys both galaxies. the universe herself, destined to slowly cinder out like a dying campfire. I can tell you that I will love you forever but what is forever? does forever and infinity even exist? and if it does, for how long? "nothing lasts forever, of that Im sure"

Should I end on an upbeat note? of course the time we do have we should exhalt in until its gone. not much of a consolation prize is it?

One advice I can give. due to the impermanence of everything why not do exactly whatever you want. and anyone tells you different then fuck em. kick em in the canolis to prove that even they are living on borrowed time.

the universe is a testicle, kick it.

its not like you're a permanent resident. you are no more a king than the flowers trampled beneath your feet. you are equals. formed from identical atoms only vibrating at different frequencies.

so I gave up on legacies. of course I will leave my family all that I can and my most valuable materialistic possession is the manor. I hope it serves them as it has served me.

go enjoy the time we have. stop putting life off for some after life religion. that will poison your mind. yes the truth of the future is scary and sad. its more difficult to deal with than a fake god on a cloud hurling thunderbolts. cop out if you must. I see a zillion teenagers who may one day solve our destined to die future. stop putting them in jail for breaking laws in a 3000 year old incoherent book. you are wasting our time. who knows how much of it we have left?

lets not let the assholes run it till it fails.

#smeagol

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 month

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Ah!! I’m so happy you’ve gotten into The Bear! It’s an incredible show and my love for Cousin Ritchie knows no bounds.

You’ll always be my A7X mutual because we share the obsession brain cell 😅

I was absolutely blown away by Matt’s vocals. He sounded beyond incredible and I my jaw actually dropped with the higher notes he was hitting flawlessly, as well as bring his dirty vocals back but actually doing it in a way that wasn’t damaging his vocal cords. The last time I saw them, he was going through all of the perils of his vocal cord damage and I truly thought he’d never recover from it, but I am so so so SO happy that he’s put in the absurd amount of work to rehab his voice and has progressed to a place better than he’s ever been in my opinion. The rest of the band also sounded so clean and crisp and they were so silly on stage -as they usually are.

I nearly cried when they left Jimmy’s vocals in Afterlife and amplified them so we could hear them clearly. The entire arena was screaming with him and it was so emotional😭 I still get full body chills when I think about it.

We did get the Cosmic set list! They closed the show with it and had a bonkers laser show to accompany it. I was completely mesmerized. It truly felt like I was a teen seeing them again when I heard their older songs on the set list. The only thing I wished they differently was have more songs off of either Hail to the King or Nightmare on the set list. One day I’ll hear Planets live 😩

ANYWAY, their lighting was 😙👌🏻 as well as the visuals they had on the backdrops.

Our set list was:

Game Over

Mattel

Afterlife

Hail to the King

We Love You (was very excited to hear this live)

Shepard

The Stage

Roman Sky

Blinded in Chains (VERY excited for this one)

Bat Country

Nobody

Nightmare

Unholy Confessions

Save Me

Cosmic

Bestie, Cousin Richie, I freaking LOVE HIM. For some reason he's giving me grown up!Eddie Munson vibes and it makes me love him even more, he truly stole my heart on that first episode fr fr.

About Matt's vocals, ABSOLUTELY! My show was actually postponed because he caught a throat infection. They made us wait out an hour until someone else came by to announce that they were postponing because Matt was sick, and apparently, he had been taking adrenaline shots to try to get his vocals in place for our show until he realized he just couldn't, which is why they said they waited till the last minute to announce it. And the day right after that, they did perform in Arizona and he sounded terrible - especially in the high notes during Game Over. I was scared that going from canceling a show to performing would damage his vocals even more, but when they did play on the rescheduled show he sounded AMAZING. UGH SPECIALLY DURING WE LOVE YOU! my god. Let me know if you wanna dm so we can share videos of it because the melodic bit he sang during We Love you freaking SENT ME. Longer story longer just to say I agree with you about his vocals 😂

And I feel you about Planets! gahhhhhh I wanted them to play Planets so bad when I saw them live in 2013, I was so sure they would, it's the perfect song for when everyone's already sweaty and pumped up. And I'M SO HAPPY you got to hear those songs live, AH! ROMAN SKY? BLINDED IN CHAINS? SAVE ME!!!! COSMIC!!! it must have been so amazing. The one that most surprised me was Blinded in Chains though, like!! what were the ODDS that they were gonna play that one? Cause everyone was begging for them to play Cosmic but then pulling something older from City of Evil? god-like move. I wish I had been to the show with you!

My setlist was:

Game Over

Mattel

Afterlife

Hail to the King

We Love You

Buried Alive

The Stage

(After The Stage, Synyster Gates played an acoustic guitar solo!)

So Far Away

Nobody

Nightmare

Bat Country

Unholy Confessions

A cover of Astro Zombies by Misfits! (which was a total surprise!! they added it because it was sorta like a Halloween show, they rescheduled on the 27th.)

A Little Piece of Heaven

G + (0)ordinary + (D)death + the walk off with Life is but a Dream

The fact that they played for so long was freaking amazing and I'm totally with you about them sounding so, so good and crisp! Some of my videos caught Johnny's bass SO WELL and it makes me so excited. I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say it was the best concert I've ever been to. And the newer songs sounded even more AMAZING live, oh my god. Sorry if this is the longest reply ever but I hadn't talked to anyone about this show in such detail!

#silens-oro #jesus #so sorry for the longest reply ever #but yeah if you wanna share videos of the show I'm so down!!

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coreytravelogue · 3 months

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Montreal, Quebec, Canada - January 28, 2024

I know what you may be thinking, normally you talk about a pending trip before you take it, you don’t leave us hanging here till the end.

Well the thing is 2 weeks ago I pre wrote my pre flight blog because it was a long story. I assumed that saving it as a draft on my computer in tumblr would allow me to use it on my tablet using tumblr. 4 days ago I was just too damn tired to write it all down again so here we are at the end of it all. Maybe it is better this way because this trip was 9 months in the making full of twists and turns and so on that maybe telling it all in one blog is enough.

It all started in May 2023, that is normally when I start to plot my travel for the year, usually the Newfoundland part to try and save money. After booking my Newfoundland portion I was eyeing Japan in October given how stat holidays lined up for me. During this time I found out that Aerosmith was doing a farewell tour. Vancouver was oddly omitted from it especially given it come back albums were made in Vancouver. Their only Canadian dates were Toronto and Montreal. The Toronto would not have been manageable for me but also I just came back from Toronto not long ago, I felt like I saw everything and done everything one could do in Toronto. Montreal seemed much more doable and also I wanted to see Montreal again, I had lots of fun there last time.

So with that I booked the concert and booked round trip with Flair Air at a very affordable price, all set and done early. Surely nothing will be fucked with, oh was I so wrong. I booked with Flair Air because my trip to Calgary was more or less good despite a 4 hour delay. My flight to Toronto was needlessly hairy but I decided to let that slide. I assumed that with 9 months away they should be able to navigate changes. Within one week I was proven wrong when they cancelled my flight and moved me to arrive in Montreal around when the concert would start. So I had to cancel the round trip and find a new way to get in and out of Montreal. I wound up having to book with Porter getting there and Flair back. The credit Flair gave me covered the one flight, bastards. So a cheap trip now cost me even more but I thought it would be done. Nope.

Not long after Flair cancelled that flight to moving the trip to make it completely unworkable. When I request a full refund they told me they do not do full refunds from credit. That is why I went to Edmonton to burn that credit because I wanted no part of having anything with Flair air and I still had to pay a bit more for that Edmonton trip, bastards.

So then I booked getting back with Air Canada, surely there would be no more changes right?

Well Steven Tyler then injured his vocal cords and the concert postponed. In that show’s place though it became Montreal VS the NY Islanders so used the refund for Aerosmith to see that hockey game and give myself VIP treatment.

Just when you think that should be it, Porter calls and cancels my flight. So now you know why I was hesitant to do a big trip last year, 3-4 different airlines in a span of 10 months all took turns jerking me around. At least Porter gave me a full refund but I had to use that refund to pay for Air Canada losing more money in the process. At this point I didn’t care, I was determined to have to trip no matter what.

Thankfully that was the last of the changes. Wednesday night I arrived at the airport and hoped I could sleep through the flight, I was wrong. My body decided it was time to be jittery and gassy. I arrived in Montreal tired as fuck. After having a good breakfast and confirming that I still don’t like bananas after all these years I checked into my Airbnb. I had a hard time with getting in, the checkin instructions had 2 different door codes only to discover both were wrong and there was a 3rd messaged to me that I did not notice. I when my host messages it is usually a rehash of their check in instructions, my fault for not reading the mail but then they should have more accurate check in instructions as well.

After a much needed shower I headed back downtown to have a beer and poutine. The poutine was meh and so was the beer but oh well. While on my way to the stadium with a full bladder of beer I slipped on the ice and smacked my head on the ice layer concrete. There was a lot of freezing rain over the night so downtown Montreal was a ice rink. Thankfully I watched enough wrestling over th years to know how to protect myself when I fall. I tucked my head in and made my body as wide as I could to break the fall and thankfully I didn’t get hurt though I probably looked like I could have. My head smacked the ice but thankfully no headache or anything. The only thing that was sore was my neck from the whiplash.

After emptying my bladder for the up tinth time I made it to the VIP thing. It was me, some guy and his son who was big Habs fan. I a, not really a Habs fan, if I was a fan of any NHL team it would be Edmonton but I wanted to experience a Montreal game for awhile but the funny twist of fate with this game was that in between getting there and the ticket bought, legend Patrick Roy became the coach of the Islanders and this was going to be his first time back making this game a awful lot more meaningful that it was originally. I am not going to act naive but I was sort of hoping that I could meet Roy or even St. Louis but I didn’t, I did meet the mascot, the organist and all of the people involved in making the game happen which I found to be very interesting. We even met a former Habs player who apparently won 10 cups. I didn’t do anything I let the boy and dad do much of the stuff I just wanted to soak in the atmosphere being hockey’s modern cathedral.

To be honest it wasn’t as big as I thought it would be and structurally it looked a lot like the Saddledome but just more well kept like if the owner actually gave a shit to keep a stadium up and running. I got to watch the pre game warm up from ice level, sit in the penalty box, got a pre game puck and Fanny pack.

The game did not disappoint but again I went for the atmosphere, I wanted to experience a Habs game and how Montrealers do it and it did not disappoint. They were loud and boisterous throughout, easily the best in game experience I have seen. Bell Centre is not my favourite stadium though, favourite crowd yes but in regards to stadiums Rogers Place is still the best, of course it is given how new and modern it is but Edmonton crowds are also loud. Only stadium I have not been to that does nhl is the one in Winnipeg.

I must have seemed drunk to everyone but I wasn’t I was just running off of 1 hour of sleep so I was just in a daze all through that game and VIP thing. As soon as the game ended I couldn’t have gotten back to my room fast enough. I wanted to sleep and sleep in, sadly I didn’t because my nose decided to be a asshole keeping me plugged all the way through the night.

Friday was all about Jayne hatting. All the ice that was there on Thursday was not water and slush. For 16 hours I walked all around Montreal, most of the statues I found wound up not being Jayne hattable. I was able to get one statue that I wanted to do for years and one I thought I could only do in LA. I got to Jayne hat Maurice Richard who to me epitomizes fearlessness and not very far away Jackie Robinson who would also epitomize it too so the day was not a complete waste. By the end of the day walking for 12 hours straight my shoes were soaked to the bone and my feet were fucking raw. I was hoping the exhaustion would equal out to sleep but nope nose bothered me again.

Saturday the mud and slush was gone but my feet were still sore and shoes wet but it all was fine. I went to my second hockey game, this time PWHL which I attended after a morning of Jayne hatting. The game itself was great and fun, got to try Molson Export for the first time. I drank way too much at the hockey game though. I normally don’t purchase shit at a game but I felt like I should for this one. The game was awesome. With some energy left in the tank I went to a brew pub and had some beer before heading back to my room. I slept better this time but I think it probably had more to do with the alcohol than exhaustion. I was so sleepy I fell asleep on the train which sort of freaked the people on it. They must have gotten weirded out by some ugly BC kid suddenly snoring and farting in front of them. I missed my stop and had to take the train back to finally get to where I needed to go.

I appreciate the transit system in Montreal a whole lot more this time around than before. Vancouver has a good transit system but I think Montreal’s has to be the best in Canada, you can get anywhere you want easily and quickly. Well everywhere but the airport but the 747 runs often enough to get you there fine but I do find it weird there is no train there given how close it is to a train station.

So here we are it is Sunday and I am waiting for my flight home. All things considered despite all of the shit just to get here and the minor mishaps or shit here I do not regret this trip one bit. It was needed and continued to remind of how important travel is for me and how much I love doing it, to get lost in a place and just soak in culture.

Only regrets I have is not Jayne hatting as many statues as I wanted to, many were either inaccessible or I simply couldn’t due to being to big or tall. With all that said I feel like I have experienced all I needed to experience with Montreal, like with Toronto I do not think I need to go back again any time soon. If I do then when there is no snow to Jayne hat what I missed but if I return to Quebec it will be to Quebec City next time.

I love Montreal, it is my 3rd favourite city to visit. Edmonton takes 2nd because of my personal connection to it but Victoria is still #1. Whitehorse is probably 4th and I guess Calgary would be #5.

So the next question is what is next. I am planning on going to Victoria in April which angers me because I can go there anytime and I am using a four day long weekend on it. There are reasons behind it, one is because travel is expensive right now and all the flight around that time were unreasonably pricey. I mean look at how much grief there was with getting to Montreal. I also need to save money for Japan if I can. Also because there is so much uncertainty right now with me, uncertainty at work and where I may be in th Ernest couple of months.

Victoria is quick, cheap and I know I can have fun there. Traveling there during the off season I think is better than during the on season anyway. 4 nights at the Ocean Island in April cost what would be 2 nights in the summer. I have friends there, stuff I can always do and I know I can have a time but also it could be the last time. Doubtful but I have to be mindful of it.

After April though more should be known. This trip as much of a pain in the ass as it was to arrange and get to filled my bucket and reminded me that it is worth it if I can stick to it. I will be traveling again, when and where outside of Victoria I do not know yet but it will happen as we reach the 10 year anniversary of this blog and 10 months before I turn 40. You will hear from me soon and hopefully often.

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AGGGGHHHHH

I WANT TO SCREAM TILL MY VOCAL CORDS GIVE OUT.

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Muted( The Outsiders) Chapter 7 Goodbye

Today was the day that mom and dad were leaaving. I was sick to my stomache. I mean litterally, I had been sick for a week, throwing up in the toliet late at night. I felt horrible, not only was it my phyisical state, but i already felt sick with worry about mom and dad leaving. I was still mute, it's funny how many different ways you can comunicate with people without using words. Everyone still hasn't gotten used to me being mute but thats okay. I know it takes time.

i came down for breakfast in some PJs, which is unusal. I usually was one of the first people up and the first person dressed, but not today. I woke up last, i guess that's because i was sick.

Mom came over and kissed my head, " How are you feeling sweetheart?"

I shrugged.

" Now baby, when were gone, darry has all the medicine that you've been taking and he'll give it to you, okay?"

I nodded, and took my seat at the table, next to Sodapop and Darry. I was really worried so i didn't eat much. I ate one little nibble of bacon, and i was done. sodapop gradually stol food from my plate but I didn't stop him, he's like my twin, that's how close we were. 15 minutes later mom and dad were out the door, with darry carrying their suitcases out to the car.

" Bye guys, We'll see you soon!" dad called from the drivers seat.

" Stay safe, don't hurt eachother and take care of Millie, while we're gone!!" mom said.

" Bye!!" The boys called.

I just waved.

and off they went. Little did i know that that was the last time i would see them.

The boys and i went back in, we had nothing to do today, so we all decided to wait till two-bit and steve got here, and then we would go play some football at the lot. I might be short, and i might be a girl, but that never stopped me from playing with the big guys. I ran to my room and got dressed in some jean shorts and a T-shirt, and ran back down the stairs when darry took me aside. uh--oh i thoght this can't be good, 2 minutes without my parents and my brother's parent instincts come rolling in.

" Mill, I don't think you 'ought to play with us. Your sick and i dont want you to get worse."

I stood there, doing puppy dog eyes.

" come on darry, nothing's gonna happen to her, and if something dose happen, i'll be here" sodapop says, while making a superman pose

" Alright, Alright, you can come, but you can't play. You can chear us on or something."

that made me mad. Yeah right I can chear people on. without any vocal cords. great.

We left around noon because two-bit was late because he had been drinking all night. I tried drinking before, it wasn't that great, I was puking all night, and i had a trmendous headache, i don't know how two-bit does it, almost everyday of the week.

The boys were playing, and i was sitting in the shade of an acorn tree. Even though I had nothing to keep me busy, just watching them was like watching TV. Two-Bit was bumpin' into people 'cause he was so drunk. It really made it alot of fun. And Darry who was about the only one scoring, was so serious you could see some of his veins bulging. Ponyboy was almost to the goal line, when i noticed 2 people walking in our direction, One was a man, and one was a woman. I looked closer to the woman, she was rather skinny, Long hair, and rick looking skin. I got excited, maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all, The woman was Alley!!

I got up, leaning on the tree, awaiting her to get over. I tried to get my brother's attention, but they were all too busy playing. Soon I became to anxious, and i ran into the feild to where sodapop was running with the ball. I tackeled him to the ground.

" Millie, what the hell was that for?!?"

I pointed at Alley, and the dude coming.

" Oh. Well thanks millie, but next time, couldn't you get ponyboy, the one person who never gets the bal.?" And he smiles a big smile and gets up.

we walk over to the others awaiting them to get over.

" Hey, guys and gal!!" Alley calls

we all wave to her. At first I was too focussed on Alley to realize or to recgonize the dude standing beside her.

" Hi! I just thought, maybe we could invite my boyfriend into the gang sometime."

Everyone, including me, looked over to him. I had a back flash,

" Bye, bye kitten. Hope to see you 'round again."

I felt dizzy, I felt scared. i stumbled backward. sodapop catched and and sat me on the ground.

" Hey, you alright?" He asked

I shook my head, no i wasn't alright, nevermind about today getting better, today was getting worse by the minute. This day couldn't get any worse.

" I told you she shouldn't have come out yet, and just because you convinced me to let her come, she's stumblin' over like two-bit." darry yelled. I could barely hear what any of them were saying. It was like someone put their hands over my ears, or like the door was closed so i could only hear them faintly.

" Hey!!" Two-bit yelled.

" Well it's true!!

Next thing i knew, darry picked me up, and headed toward home. YAY! Away from that dude. One question i had was, why was he with Alley. She said he was her boyfriend?? Well if he was her boyfriend, then he must be terrible, anyone who would go behind their girlfriends back and do that to a random girl makes no since. I don't even know if he recongized me, but i really didn't care. I only wanted to get as far away as I could from that beast.

Darry layed me on my bed, and wispered that he was gonna go get some medicine. I just layed there, suddenly so tired. I drifted off to sleep, before darry came back with the meds.

I woke up quick. I suddenly had the erge to throw up, I pushed the covers off, and ran to the bathroom. Im going to spare you the details, but it hurt so much. when i was done, My eyes were watering. I brushed my teeth, and went down into the living room.

I observed the scene, Two-bit, Steve, Darry, Sodapop, Ponyboy, Johnny, and Alley and sitting in a circle. I went over to sodapop and hugged him from behind.

" Well, rise and shine sweety" he said. " Are you hungry?"

I nodded and we both went into the kitchen.

soda got out some noodles, and started to boil the water.

" Mill, we both know that you didn't get dizzy all of a sudden, so please tell me what it was."

As much as i didn't want anyone to know, i knew that sodapop was probably my best option. I was still scared though, what if that dude found out i told somebody, would he do it again, or worse.

I wrote on a napkin, ' Alley's boyfriend, he was the one to rape me 2 months ago. that's why. I was getting flashbacks, I was so scared.'

he looked at me for about a minute,

" Are you sure Millie?"

I nodded

' Well I am so so sorry, but when you were asleep, we kinda let him join the gang."

That made me scared at hell. I didn't want anyone else to know though. so i wrote on the napkin again, ' Please don't tell anyone, I can get through this myself.'

" Alright then, I am so sorry though."

The noodles were done, so we ate them, soda had it with parmishan cheese, I ate it plain. It was about 8:00 then. And we all were just hanging out in the living room watching some western movie that no one was really watching. We were just chillin', talking about random things. Then out of the blue, the telephone rang.

" Who could be callin' at this time of night?" darry wondered out loud. He picked up the phone and said " Hello"

it was silent for a while. Like deathly silent. we all waited for him to get off the phone. when he did, pony asked, " Who was that dar?"

" I-It was the police. They wanted to notify us that our parents-- our parents are dead."

that word hung in the air for a minute.

" They died in a car crash, killed instantly by the imapact. Im so so sorry guys."

It was a very very long night for all of us. As I hung on the sodapop the whole night, we all had our share of crying that night, except for darry, I guess he thought he had to be strong, for us and for our parents.

Goodbye mom.

Goodbye dad.

Goodbye loving parents.

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46: Bob Seger // Back in '72

Back in '72 Bob Seger 1973, Reprise

Like a lot of musically-inclined people my age (49), AllMusic.com was a critical part of my early ‘00s descent into abject nerdom and permanent homeliness. It was (and I suppose, still is) an unmatched repository of discographic information and professional reviews of the major pop and rock artists of the past half-century, and I spent hours each week on my shitty dial-up internet trawling through reviews of hundreds and eventually thousands of albums that I would try to imagine based on their writing.

The chief, to me, among AllMusic’s stacked bullpen of critics at the time was Stephen Thomas Erlewine. (Though I’ve become more of a Thom Jurek man in my old age.) Erlewine drew the job of reviewing a lot of the entry-level artists I was most taken with (R.E.M., Elvis Costello, the Kinks, Nick Lowe, the Replacements, and so on), and he had a way of writing what was essentially the Supreme Court majority opinion on a de rigueur classic in a voice that still sounded like a seasoned listener giving his own take. Like any good critic, the comparisons and offhand references in his reviews opened a lot of doors for me—and one of those doors led to early Bob Seger.

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Growing up across the Canadian border from Detroit, I was raised on dad rock radio with a Motor City slant, which elevated local ham-and-eggers like Mitch Ryder to regular rotation and Michigan’s favourite son Robert Clark Seger to peerage with the Stones and Zeppelin. Starting with 1975’s essential double live ‘Live’ Bullet, Seger was a reliable national hitmaker for a good ten years, and he’s remembered fondly for it—but few critics have historically put Bob on a par with similar working-class hero Bruce Springsteen. That’s why it meant something to me that Erlewine, himself born in Bob’s hometown of Ann Arbor, treated the Seger catalogue with the same reverence he brought to the rest of the established canon.

I’d heard a few of Seger’s pre-Silver Bullet Band singles on Detroit radio, when a DJ like WCSX’s Ken Calvert would throw on a scratchy oldie like “Persecution Smith” or “Heavy Music,” but the album-by-album narrative that unwound through Erlewine’s reviews hooked me. An aspiring rocker since he started his first band in 1961, Seger tried out all sorts of gimmicks, from parodies (“The Ballad of the Yellow Beret”) to novelty songs (“Sock It To Me Santa!”) to a Bob Dylan impression (“Persecution Smith”). But Seger’s first taste of regional success was as a feral garage rocker with combos like The Last Heard and The Bob Seger System.

Like Otis Redding, an obvious vocal influence, Seger reaches his high notes by clenching his vocal cords and pushing hard, producing a plaintive quaver he’d eventually deploy toward the melting of hearts. But in his garage days, Bob was melting faces with a venomous arsenal of snarls and shrieks on stone classics like “Lucifer,” “Death Row,” and “2+2=?” that match the intensity (if not the scuzzy low-end) of anything by the Stooges or MC5. If Seger had put down his guitar and gotten a day job after failing to follow up his 1969 hit “Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Man” (his first top 20 national hit, and his last till 1976’s “Night Moves”) he’d be a staple of collector bait reissue labels. But Seger always believed, “You're nobody if you can't get on the radio,” and he kept grinding away, looking for a sound that would make him a star.

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1969’s psych-inflected Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Man LP wasn’t it. Neither was 1970’s balls-to-the-wall raver Mongrel. It definitely wasn’t 1971’s acoustic folk venture Brand New Morning. But, on 1973’s goofily-titled Back in ’72, he suddenly sounds like Radio Bob: thick, white man’s R&B that’s part Ike & Tina, part Van Morrison, part southern rock. A lot of it’s down to the musicians he’s working with. First there’s the Borneo Band (credited here as My Band), a combo as capable of working an R&B audience into a lather as anyone in 1973 (as a number of righteous live bootlegs can confirm). And secondly there’s the Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section, Alabama’s answer to session aces like the Wrecking Crew and the Funk Brothers. They’d played on a few hits in their time, and they represented the professionalism and success Seger aspired to. While Seger could only afford to work with them on three songs during the Back in ‘72 sessions, he’d go on using them as often as possible on his future albums (often to the chagrin of his touring musicians).

There are still some growing pains. Back in ’72 opens with its three weakest tracks: a passable cover of the Allman Brothers’ “Midnight Rider”; treacly original “I Wrote You a Song,�� in which Bob sheepishly bleats most of the higher notes; and a cover of Free’s “The Stealer,” a song I am incapable of giving a shit about no matter who records it. From there though, things suddenly and dramatically improve.

“Rosalie,” written for Leamington, Ontario’s teenage tastemaker (and my grandma’s high school classmate) Rosalie Trombley, is an immortal pub rocker that would eventually find a second life through Thin Lizzy’s hit cover; diesel-powered travelogue “Back in ‘72” sets the template for (and easily outmuscles any of) his later heavy numbers; a read of Van Morrison’s “I’ve Been Workin’” turns into a true workout that makes clear why it would remain a setlist staple over the next few years. And then there’s “Turn the Page,” perhaps Seger’s signature song. The version here is more subdued than the better-known ‘Live’ Bullet rendition, and if as a vocalist Seger can’t quite inhabit the weary determination of the lyric in the way he soon would, it remains a worthy rendition on its own merits.

On Back in ’72 Seger and his band(s) finally sound like they’re capable of reaching an arena-sized audience. While it would take another four years before they’d actually do so outside the Midwest, the LP is an essential part of his journey. Few of Seger’s pre-1975 albums are easy to lay hands on these days—Bob seems to consider them juvenilia, the work of someone who wasn’t yet ready for the big time, and has refused to reissue any of them in recent years or allow them to reach streaming platforms. That’s a shame. After reading Erlewine’s rave reviews of his early catalogue, I was lucky to download them from blogs, and I’m still working on hunting down the best of them on wax. (While I prefer 1970’s Mongrel and 1974’s Seven, Back in ’72 is the only one of his formative records I actually own on LP—ironically, it’s among the rarest.) Despite Seger’s dismissal, this era of his career is a good part of what made him a major artist in his time and place, and deserves to be heard by a wider audience.

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