#Midas Moore

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[king-midas-fortnite]

Journal Entry: The Island Shifts

Midas jots down some thoughts on the changes

The island has changed again. I think there were a number of us who felt a shift coming. I'm glad I had taken the yacht further off shore before it happened. As well I am glad Valeria agreed to come with me. I know it was not easy for her to leave. Her railway station was already gone, but Glacier still stood. She was already there when I had called her, gathering a few items of sentiment and just...saying goodbye, I'm sure.

Walking away from anything you hold dear for the last time is incredibly difficult. She seems to be handling the change well enough, though I am not surprised by this.

Deadpool Wade was here as well. At least, I know he was towards the start. The man has a habit of popping in and out of my peripheral vision. However, I haven't seen him on board since the change. He probably made a quick exit to look around himself.

A guest I am less happy for, but nonetheless resigned to accept, is Kado. I extended a "hand" (bastard) to him as a courtesy to Valeria. We have not spoken since our altercation. When he attacked me for making a joke or two at his expense when some "unimportant" documents of his got leaked out. Unimportant enough to try and kill me over, evidently. Regardless, he joined on the yacht as well to wait everything out.

He's been tense the whole time, on edge as he watches the skies closely. For what specifically, I have no clue.

At one point there had been a number of those rift butterflies that had come down to the boat. Many of which seemed keen on Val, landing on her shoulders and hands. It was nice to see her smile at them. Nice, too, to see a few flutter into Kado's eyes as he was swatting and hissing.

Anyway, an island I know all too well is back. Everything here feels so painfully nostalgic. This island was home to me in many ways, but it's very different than it was before.

The Agency is back, but it's clearly not the one I knew. It's someone else's. All the hard work of my past sitting in the middle of the island, a monolith to my failures covered in tacky dogs and flourishes as if to mock me personally. The Zero Point sure does have a funny way of making me feel that way.

That's not even to mention the other version of me that's here now. This...Meowscles/Me creature. I simply cannot spend too much time thinking about him before I get a headache. I'll just keep my own yacht moored by Sweaty Sands, away from his for now.

I will make contact, I don't doubt that we'd have enough to talk about to get along. I just...I don't think I need to explain why a version of me that is also my feline friend is a tad uncomfortable.

Regardless, the island I know best is back in a strange way. Not the change I expected in the least, but it is what it is.

The Underworld being gone (hopefully returned to its rightful plain of existence), is a monumental weight off my chest. Hades already owes me for dealing with Mephisto and returning his rule to him, but it is an extra boone to not have to see my own personal hell sitting in the distance.

I expected the souls that speak to me in my vulnerable moments to have left with it, but they remain. They stubbornly cling to me like glue. I imagine they'll be with me forever. At least they still grant me the shade step.

Perhaps with Mizuki's offer for help, I'll learn to live in harmony with these voices, rather than merely tolerate. A quandary for another time. For now, I have much to learn about this island and it's differences.

My main concern is naturally what lies underneath the "Doggpound". I know it is no longer my building, but I can't imagine it isn't here for much the same purpose. If the same hubris befalls whoever is in charge...

I hope we can avoid another flood. Reminder: Unless discussed, these are not "public" to other Tumblrverse characters. Okay to reblog, but please do not roleplay on journal entries!

[empress-mizuki]

King Midas walked to the end of the dock where The Marigold was moored, a letter in hand while he looked down into the sea's shallows. Empress Mizuki had told him that he could reach her whenever he wanted by simply dropping correspondence into any nearby water. She assured him the message would find its way. 'Dropping a line' in a literal sense, he thought amusedly. 

Just like the first time they'd exchanged letters, this envelope was black, now with her name written in gold ink, matching wax seal catching the fading sunlight. He knew it edged on tacky, but he did still so enjoy this form of communication with her rather than a text. The aesthetic was part of that.

Looking down at the calm water, he let the envelope fall down, watching curiously with hands behind his back as it briefly floated on the surface, before being swirled down and carried away by a purposeful current. He smiled as it disappeared and he turned back to board the yacht, ever impressed by Mizuki's connection to the water.

The letter reads as follows: 

Empress Mizuki,

I hope this letter finds you well (an expression with a much more literal meaning that I find ammusing, knowing that after I write this I will be dropping it into the sea).

I apologize for making myself something of a stranger since finding ourselves in a new place. While it has taken some time to adjust and feel comfortable here, I hate to make excuses for not maintaining a stable connection with a friend such as yourself. 

I was hoping you would be open to an attempt of mine to correct this? A talk over tea and lunch, or perhaps over dinner and a drink? Nothing terribly formal. Beautiful though it may be here, I'm sure you've had your fair share of stressors that have come along with this island. Maybe a visit purely of friendly socializing will offer a reprieve from it all? Though, there is always the chance that I am making an ass of myself for assuming anything about your current goings-on. 

Either way, I do hope everything is well. If it isn't, I humbly offer a sympathetic ear. I hope to hear from you soon, as well I look forward to it.

Best regards,

@king-midas-fortnite

[The Empress received the King's letter mere minutes after he'd let it fall to the waters. She viewed the elegant black and gold envelope with a measure of surprise. This was not from the person she had been expecting, but it was still a welcome sight from someone she considered a friend.

His eloquence and humor brought a smile to her face, reaching her tired eyes. The King's instincts were sharp as ever, a purely social visit would be most refreshing. Being home again had brought far more pain than she had anticipated, and the company of one who understood her royal position and what that required of her would ease her mind.

Her heart somewhat lighter, she sat down to pen her response.]

The waves honor the Gilded King Midas.

Your letters continue to be a delight to read; it brings me joy to hear from one I consider a friend. I am well, despite this Island's best efforts. It is my hope that it has treated you kindly, as I have heard of no distress from your residence.

I fear the blame for missed connection rests on me as well, and I do hope you will forgive me for that failure. I certainly hold nothing against you, as I heard the previous Island was something of a personal affront to you and your past. The news that you had arrived here safely in spite of the tsunami brought me great relief.

Tea and lunch sound delightful, but the idea of dinner and a drink is intriguing. I should like to accept the invitation to the latter, as I am always looking for a new experience, and recent events call for a strong diversion. I shall bring a bottle of aged sake for amusement, please let me know if there is anything else you would like for me to bring. Another plate of lakerda, perhaps?

May the current bless your path under the sun and moon, dear King.

Empress Mizuki

[r3lnr4n]

choso reminds me of my black moor fish, midas. i wholeheartedly believe they would be friends.

[magicthatmustbelove]

The First Moment Of Forever

A pre "Encino" short in which Michael and Althea first meet.

Note: It's been a while since I wrote a little blurb. I'm hoping this was successful in getting my creative juices flowing for a future "Encino" update. Also, we can't forget to wish our one and only King a happy heavenly birthday! 🎂

Link to original story: https://www.wattpad.com/story/291710565-encino-m-j

Althea's jaw could have dropped to the ground when the bus jerked to a stop. A halo of light caressed the tall, majestic building, causing the silver bricks to glitter like diamonds in the California sunlight. 

She'd only ever seen pictures of the Jacksounds Records building in magazines. Never once had Althea dreamed she'd one day be standing in front of it, the idea she'd soon be setting foot in it was even wilder. 

Her stomach churned with anxiety as she shuffled the bus, fellow passengers pushing past her as she stopped on the sidewalk to take in a deep breath. 

Althea finally knew how Dorothy felt when she arrived in Emerald City to see the Wizard. 

The Jacksounds internship was the most highly competitive and coveted internship Loyola Marymount had to offer its music students and Althea was over the moon when she discovered she'd been chosen as one of the five applicants to get the best musical education anyone could ask for.

Jacksounds had integrated black soul music into the mainstream in the ‘60s and '70s and crafted some of the greatest hits and biggest stars the country had seen. Joseph Jackson was the ebony Burt Bacharach, King Midas of R&B and Soul. Every melody he put his pen to turned to gold. He'd built his Empire with his bare hands and was now one of the first black millionaire CEOs. 

Anyone would be stupid not to jump at the opportunity.

Things had been tough on Althea when she returned to classes after taking a leave of absence to care for her grandmother who'd sadly succumbed to her diabetic coma but for the first time in a while, she felt on top of things.

Things were finally looking up and she was bursting with optimism that even Mary Tyler Moore and her tam-o'-shanter hat couldn’t compete with. 

The sales tag of the teal and maroon floral printed wrap dress she’d brought from the boutique she worked at scratched her back as she pushed through the building’s revolving glass doors. Althea knew she’d need to look as professional as possible for the internship but didn’t have the budget to keep any new clothes. 

She’d stood the entire bus ride, hoping not to have spills throughout the day. The twenty-dollar dress would have to be returned as if she’d never worn it. 

The lobby looked luxurious with marble floors, gold paneling, and cream furniture. Her eyes landed on the marquee boasting  Jacksounds suite and suddenly the imposter syndrome hit Althea. She was very much in the building that birthed the hits she’d danced in her living room to as a kid and a nagging voice in her head told her she didn’t belong. 

Althea closed her eyes, taking another deep breath as she pressed the elevator button. 

“Time to me make Granny proud,” she whispered to herself.

She resisted the urge to pick apart her appearance in the mirrored walls of the lift and instead, focused on tapping her foot to the jazzy rendition of “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” playing over the intercom. When the doors finally opened, Althea was nearly blinded by a gold record of a Miracles hit hanging proudly on the walls, a dozen more trailing behind, each from an iconic black artist. 

The carpet was as red as the one at the Oscars, and she was almost afraid to imprint it with her pumps. A large, shiny mahogany desk was not far away, a hive of identical ones stretched the length of reception, each with a busy secretary perched behind it. 

“Excuse me,” she spoke timidly as she approached the desk. 

The gray wisp escaping the secretary’s bun and the antique pen necklace draped around her neck made Althea conclude she’d been working for Jacksounds for a long time. The chunky chocolate brown phone stayed glued to her ear with the support of her shoulder blade while her hands were occupied with a sharp nail file. 

She hadn’t even bothered to acknowledge Althea’s presence. 

“Excuse me,” She repeated, gently pressing her hands on the desk. “I’m an intern candidate. Could you show me where I’m supposed to report?”

The secretary stretched her hand out in front of her, inspecting the new oval shape of her nails as if  Althea had not uttered a word. 

“I tried to tell her,” The woman spoke loudly into the receiver. “If he lied about his height, he’ll lie about anything else,”

The young woman sighed, trying not to grow frustrated. She nervously glanced around the room, hoping that anyone would recognize her distress but she only seemed invisible. 

“Sure, the idea sounds a little far fetched but I know I can convince them to take us on,” 

Michael rolled his eyes before fixing his gaze out the conference room window as his older brother Jermaine arrogantly droned on about the company’s latest potential business deal. He often found these weekly business meetings with their father pointless and insufferable. Jermaine always monopolized the conversation, and any input Michael had to offer was ignored or stolen by the older brother. 

Joseph looked up from the document in front of him, his gaze falling to his distracted youngest son. Because he wanted his sons to stay abreast of the happenings in the family business, the CEO made an effort to include Michael.   

The youngest Jackson was far more creative than he was business-minded and Joseph admittedly preferred Jermaine’s gift of strategic business modeling than Michael’s talent and ear for music production. He'd trained the older son well and Joseph knew when his time on earth was up, the Jacksounds legacy would live on with Jermaine in charge.  

“Michael, do you have anything to add?”  He asked. 

The aforementioned son tore his gaze away from the view of the busy Encino street, his shapely brows furrowing in confusion. 

“Since when do we care what I think?” Michael questions sardonically while folding his arms. “Erms never lets anybody get in a word edgewise. Besides, that was my idea all along and he takes it and runs with it,” 

The elder Jackson brother leaned back in the plush leather chair with a facetious grin

“You pitched it but I perfected it,” Jermaine bragged. 

Michael rolled his eyes. 

“Shut up, Erms. You're not so original,” He scoffed and turned to Joseph. “Do I have to be here, anymore? This is a waste of my time,” 

Jermaine chuckled.

“It's not like you've got much to do,”  

The younger brother pushed himself from the glossy mahogany table, jaw clenched in anger.

“You're about to give me somethin’ to do alright,” Michael warned.

Joseph sighed heavily, too tired to endure his sons’ constant rivalry. 

“That’s enough. Let's adjourn. Jermaine, give me an update on this by Wednesday,” 

The older brother clicked his gold embossed pen close. 

“Sure thing, Joseph,” 

Deeply agitated, Michael stormed out of the conference room. Sometimes, he didn’t even know why he even bothered showing up at Jacksounds every day. He could easily live off his trust fund and spend his days trotting around the globe with a beautiful woman on each arm but Michael wanted something more fulfilling. 

Since a young child, he'd had a deep passion for music. While he'd never fully mastered an instrument, Michael was a savant at weaving sounds together. When he wasn’t perched behind the soundboard, he'd been sitting in on Joseph's meeting since he was fifteen and had trained himself to identify the qualities that created a bonafide star. 

Michael was just as capable and charismatic as Jermaine but Joseph had already decided which son would someday reign as CEO. 

“Hey, little brother,” Jermaine spoke, rushing to his brother's side to gloat. “Don't be so sore,” 

Michael rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets. 

“Stay away from me, Jermaine,” He warned.

Jermaine chuckled. 

“Don't be silly, Mike. That kind of stuff is for executives. I mean, you have no idea how much pressure I'm under. Joseph's gettin up there in age and I've been taking the load off his back carrying this company by myself,”

The younger Jackson rolled his eyes as they entered the lobby. Michael stopped at the water cooler chuckling to himself. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe just how inflated Jermaine’s ego was. 

“You really believe your own shit, don't cha?” 

He snatched up a paper cup, his eyes wandering briefly around the office. They stopped briefly at his secretary’s desk before Michael’s gaze caught sight of something far more interesting. 

There at the front desk stood the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. 

Her skin was the color of silky, sweet caramel, her frame small but shapely, boasting delicate, deep curves, and a tiny waist held up by spectacular legs. The young woman's face held an agitated pout but was exquisitely sculpted with gorgeous cheekbones and darling brown eyes. Her hair had been piled into big soft curls, the fluorescent lights seemed to cast an angelic glow over her head. 

A rush of awe and allure quickened Michael’s pulse like a zap of lightning.  He'd seen plenty of beautiful women in Encino but no woman had ever stunned him the way this one had. 

She was a literal knockout in looks but there was also something so magnetic about her presence in the room. Suddenly, Michael wanted to know any and everything about her. 

In a bit of a daze, he shoved the paper cup in Jermaine's hand before slowly making his way across the room. 

Althea anxiously tapped her foot, an impatient sigh escaping her. From the corner of her eye, she could see a figure approaching.  She first noticed the dazzling white smile when she turned her attention. Althea had to take in a breath, suddenly feeling overwhelmed at the sight of the handsome young man coming toward her. 

His walk was smooth as butter, natural and relaxed yet oozing masculine energy. His spanku eyes were large and enchanting- the kind you can hardly look away from- and Althea truly couldn’t decide whether she adored his eyes or his smile more. The beauty of his face could only be described as being caringly whittled by the gods. 

Althea never believed in love at first sight but the chorus of bells and banjos was deafening.

The ball of anxiety sitting on her chest had been relieved thanks to the smile. That smile made her feel safe like nothing could ever go wrong. 

“You look a little lost. Can I help you find your way?” 

Althea turned her eyes away from the lean muscles peeking beneath his collared Lacoste shirt and chuckled nervously. 

“I'm an intern,” She grinned, batting her eyelashes. “I don't know where I'm supposed to report and she's a little tied up at the moment,” 

She jerked her head in the direction of the distracted receptionist. Michael shook his head in disappointment. 

“She's deaf in one ear and she's always got the good one glued to the phone,” He tutted. 

His slender frame leaned over the desk, his perfectly coiffed jheri curl glistening under the office lights. Michael’s slender finger firmly tapped the rude woman, cutting her gregarious laughter short. She set down the phone with a small huff. 

“Gladys,” He smiled passive-aggressively. “Could you help this young lady by telling her where to report?” 

“Name, honey?” 

Althea flashed the young man a gracious smile. 

“Thomas. Althea Thomas,” 

Gladys swiveled her chair in the direction of a stack of manilla folders and quickly thumbed through them before she found the matching name. 

 “Production conference room in the West hall,” the secretary answered dryly, extending the folder to the young woman. 

Michael straightened himself from his leaning position against the desk. 

“Thank you, Gladys,” he turned to Althea. “C'mon, I'll take you there,” 

She let out a heavy sigh of relief. It felt so nice to be acknowledged. 

“Thank you so much,” she giggled. “I feel much better now. I didn't catch your name,” 

“Michael,” he flashed that breathtaking smile again. “Michael Jackson,” 

He extended his large, svelte hand and Althea felt her heart race when they touched. It was a warm, zippy feeling- like static shock without the pain. 

“You wouldn't happen to be related to Joseph Jackson, would you?” She questioned while following his lead. 

“Sometimes I wish I wasn't but there are perks to bein’ his kid,”  Michael shrugged. 

Althea felt a sense of disappointment. Sure, Michael was gorgeous and nice but she couldn't risk getting involved with the CEO's son. She didn’t need a silly crush getting in the way of her education and surely there was some rule against it. It was better to keep her head down and forget the idea altogether. 

“Piano,” He grinned over his shoulder. 

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“I beg your pardon?” 

“Piano. That's what you play right?” 

Althea giggled bashfully as she extended her fingers to inspect her cherry red nail polish. 

“How'd you know?” 

“It's your hands,” Michael grinned, proud of himself.  “Piano players always have the prettiest hands,” 

She hugged the folder to her chest, a blush creeping across her cheeks. 

“I'm classically trained but I don’t think I'll have much of a career as a concert pianist. Besides, I like funk music too much,”  

Althea giggled and he couldn’t help but instantly love the sound of her laugh. Michael quirked a brow. 

“Who’s your favorite?” 

Her doll eyes lit up, a bashful grin stretching across her lips. 

“I’m just crazy about Rick James,” 

He chuckled. 

They’d only met a few minutes ago but Michael was willing to buy her every Rick James album ever printed if he knew it would make her happy. They’d stopped in front of the production room and he felt disappointed knowing their conversation had to end. 

“Well, here it is,” Michael announced. 

Althea smiled adoringly at the handsome young man who’d come to her rescue. 

“Thank you, Michael,” 

He folded his arms behind his back and grinned, bowing slightly. 

“It was my pleasure, Althea. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask me,” 

“I won’t,” 

They’d both wanted the moment to last forever but both Michael and Althea knew this wasn’t the last they’d see of each other. 

[reeseelise]

🎶✨️when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️

Hi fellow INFJ 🙋I appreciate your engagement on my posts. Thanks. Just getting to know you a bit through this ask game :)

Hi!!

In no particular order! Just songs that I really enjoy and wish I could add more haha! I couldn’t not include one of my fav French songs as I’m gaining fluency in the language :)

I love sharing my favorite songs so I hope you’ll give them a listen if you haven’t already heard some of them, I tried to pick songs I listen to that I’m usually the only one in my friend group who does obviously I am a fan of more popular artists as well but I didn’t want to include Taylor, Hozier, Ariana Grande and Lana in this list hahah!

- I know I don’t post very much on here! But I try to be ‘human sunlight’ in my real life which I know isn’t always the vibe INFJ give off and a lot of people are surprised to know I’m more introverted than extrovert (I am very close to 50/50 to be fair) / my friends also call me an ambivert as well! But I hope that that can be reflected on my feed!

Enjoy!!

- If you haven’t listened to any of her songs before Lolo Zouaï is one of my favorite artists and I wish I could have put more songs on there by her but I limited myself to just one! I love her new album Pl4yg1rl (playgirl) specifically the songs VHS and picking berries and Room!! But all are so good! Amelia Moore is also incredible!! Teaching a robot to love is an amazing album as well!

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- If you don’t know French you can look up a translation to the song but démons is a translation for demon (obvious I know) but it’s a metaphor to her anxiety and depression the chorus can be translated to ‘how can I fight my demons’ more accurately translated to how can I kill my demons. I really like the message and how they both share their struggles and it even got my sister who hates French songs to listen to it and like it hahah!

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- Another note to @boundlessfantasy !! I really enjoy your posts and so im happy to participate! I hope this helped learn a bit more!! I hope you enjoy the songs and artists!! Happy to help a fellow INFJ 🫡! :)

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[blogovision]

blogovision2024 50-100

50. NewDad - "Madra" (48) 51. Friko - "Where We've Been, Where We Go From Here" (47) 52. Colin Stetson - "The Love It Took To Leave You" (46) 53. Angry Blackmen - "The Legend Of ABM" (46) 54. Paul Weller - "66" (46) 55. St. Vincent - "All Born Screaming" (45) 56. Little Simz - "Drop 7" (44) 57. Tapir! - "The Pilgrim, Their God And The King Of My Decrepit Mountain" (44) 58. Arooj Aftab - "Night Reign" (44) 59. Allie X - "Girl With No Face" (44) 60. Ezra Collective - "Dance, No One's Watching" (43) 61. Pan Pan X Years Of Youth - "Λύκοι στον Άρη" (41) 62. Future Islands - "People Who Aren’t There Anymore" (40) 63. BIG|BRAVE - "A Chaos Of Flowers" (40) 64. Jane Weaver - "Love In Constant Spectacle" (39) 65. Uniform - "American Standard" (39) 66. Astrid Sonne - "Great Doubt" (39) 67. King Hannah - "Big Swimmer" (38) 68. Waxahatchee - "Tigers Blood" (38) 69. Zeal & Ardor - "Greif" (37) 70. Whispering Sons - "The Great Calm" (37) 71. Aurora - "What Happened To The Heart?" (35) 72. Paysage D' Hiver - "Die Berge" (35) 73. Pijn - "From Low Beams Of Hope" (35) 74. Rafael Toral - "Spectral Evolution" (35) 75. Valetical - "Reverie" (35) 76. Keelay Forsyth - "The Hollow" (35) 77. Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross - "Challengers" (35) 78. Midas Fall - "Cold Waves Divide Us" (35) 79. Deadletter - "Hysterical Strength" (35) 80. Eat-girls - "Area Silenzio" (35) 81. Thou - "Umbilical" (32) 82. Michael Kiwanuka - "Small Changes" (32) 83. Richard Hawley - "In This City They Call You Love" (32) 84. Elucid - "Revelator" (32) 85. Dua Lipa - "Radical Optimism" (31) 86. Moor Mother - "The Great Bailout" (31) 87. Sophie - "Sophie" (31) 88. Four Tet - "Three" (30) 89. Carl Gari & Abdullah Miniawy - "Shoot The Engine" (30) 90. Chastity Belt - "Live Laugh Love" (30) 91. Oranssi Pazuzu - "Muuntautuja" (30) 92. Crippling Alcoholism - "With Love From A Padded Room" (30) 93. Cemetery Skyline - "Nordic Gothic" (29) 94. Big Special - "Postindustrial Hometown Blues" (29) 95. Ulcerate - "Cutting The Throat Of God" (29) 96. Pedro De Dios And Antonio Fernandez - "Cantes Malditos" (29) 97. Kali Malone - "All Life Long" (29) 98. Health - "Rat Wars" (29) 99. This Is The Glasshouse - "867" (29)

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Omega Radio for August 5, 2019; #203.

Smear Campaign “Processor”

Dead Pulp “Klimax”

Crusade “Into The New Dark Ages”

Mindless Scum “Exterminator”

Last Exit “Funeral March”

Head Of David “Shadow Hills”

Fall Of Because “Malewhoreslag”

Napalm Death “Polluted Minds”

Godflesh “Streetcleaner”

Sweet Tooth ���Fat City”

God “Crash Victim”

Final “///////”

Saskwatch “Pookah”

Hydrus / DJ The Neck “Moonstalker”

Cylon “Seeker”

Eraser “Overdrive”

Locate / Youpho “Life”

White Viper “Into The Light”

Tech Level 2 “Hymn”

Krackhead “Entertainment”

Solaris B.C. “5 A.M.”

Sidewinder, The “Cryonic Suspension”

16-17 “Ataxia”

T. Raumschmiere “A Million Brothers” (Sub Species RMX)

Ice “The Snakepit” (ft. DJ Vadim & Blixa Bargeld)

Curse Of The Golden Vampire “Substance X” (ft. MC Beans & Alec Empire)

Techno Animal “We Can Build You” (ft. El-P & Vast Aire)

Razor X Productions “Child Molester” (ft. Mexican)

Pressure “Money Honey” (ft. Warrior Queen)

Ladybug “Dem A Bomb We” (ft. Warrior Queen)

Pale Sketcher “Don’t Dream It (Mirage)”

Jesu & Sun Kil Moon “A Dream Of Winter”

Blood Of Heroes “Remain” (Justin K. Broadrick RMX)

Experimental Audio Research “Off The Deep End”

Greymachine “We Are All Fucking Liars”

White Static Demon “Beggar”

Valley Of Fear “Naga”

Council Estate Electronics “Longshaw”

Cult Of The 13th Hour “Wickedness” (ft. Space Ape)

King Midas Sound “Waiting For You”

Black Chow “Wonderland” (ft. Kiki Hitomi)

Bug, The “Mi Lost” (ft. Miss Red)

Flame 1 “Fog” (ft. Burial)

Moor Mother X Zonal “On The Range”

Orphx X JK Flesh “Leviathan”

Kevin Richard Martin “A Bright Future”

Bug, The “At War With Time” (ft. Space Ape)

Bonus Omega; Justin Broadrick & Kevin Martin tribute. All projects until then played with very few exceptions.

[marjaystuff]

Tom Clancy Shadow State by M P Woodward

Tom Clancy Shadow State

Jack Ryan Jr. Book 12

M. P. Woodward

G. P. Putnam’s Sons

August 20th, 2024

Tom Clancy’s Shadow State by M. P. Woodward delves into the world of Jack Ryan Jr. The author, a former naval intelligence officer with the US Pacific Command blends his personal experiences within the plot line. The thread involves industrial espionage and a connection to American defense technologies.

Woodward has taken over writing the Jack Ryan Jr. Series.  “After this book there will a second book coming out in seven months. The next book is titled Line of Demarcation where the characters go to battle against a strong Wolper Organization, the Russian mercenary group. I am currently working on one more, maybe two or three more. I do consult with the authors Brian Andrews and Jeff Wilson, who wrote Act of Defiance, of the Jack Ryan Sr universe, to collaborate and to keep things current.”

The plot has the setting of Vietnam because of its vibrant economy that lures Western capital. Companies are racing to uncover ideal opportunities. Not wanting to be left behind, Hendley Associates has sent their best analyst, Jack Ryan, Jr., to mine for investment gold. And he may have found some in a rare earth mining company—GeoTech. Henley and Associates is a financial trading institution founded by Gerry Hendley. The company itself is a front for the Campus, the off-the-books private security firm for which Jack is the lead operator. GeoTech is a rare earth mining company that operates primarily out of the Vietnamese highlands.

“I think every Tom Clancy book should tell something of a national security story. In this case, I highlighted American dependence on Chinese mineral refining and their industrial espionage.”

Jack Jr. is invited to take a helicopter tour to observe the company’s operations.  But some want to eliminate him, and the helicopter is shot down over the Vietnam jungle. Now Jack is in a race for his life. He’s got to stay one step ahead of a pack of killers while supporting his wounded friend. Jack Jr. must fight a savage Vietnamese gang that rules the jungles and is involved in a human trafficking operation.

“I set it in VN because many people think it is a good place to redirect supply chain resources. Bad countries are using bad people to get things done. It is titled Shadow State because things are done through gangs. I highlighted how the Chinese used a gang in the Golden Triangle called the Snakeheads, who are active in narcotics and sex-trafficking.”

One character that was introduced, which readers will look forward to seeing more of is Master Chief Moore.  “John Clark, the Campus Director of Operations, is the one who represents the Navy SEALs throughout the series. But he is getting old, so I wanted to bring in another senior operator. He is a little bit damaged and feels the need to prove something. I put this quote in the book, ‘the problem is optics and the media.’ This refers to the blurry line about what is an acceptable military action versus not.  In the story, he had his Trident taken away and prosecuted in the press as a war criminal for killing a terrorist even though the terrorist was on the Air Force kill list. He did not get a fair shake because if a drone killed the terrorist nothing would have happened.”

Moore is both tactical and strategic. “One of the purposes Moore serves in this book is as a mentor.  In the series, I want him to be the one to continue John Clark’s legacy. He has been around the block, has seen it all, and I really wanted to bring a Navy character back into the story because many of the others, like Midas, are army guys.”

The plot mixes action, intrigue, and political drama by the author of the “Handler Series,” where there is another book in the works. 

[arte-e-homoerotismo]

Tom Tryon

Thomas Lester Tryon (14 de janeiro de 1926 - 4 de setembro de 1991) foi um ator e romancista americano. Como ator, ele foi anunciado como Tom Tryon e é mais conhecido por interpretar o papel-título no filme The Cardinal (1963), papéis de destaque nos filmes de guerra The Longest Day (1962) e In Harm's Way (1965), atuando com John Wayne em ambos os filmes, e especialmente o personagem de televisão da Walt Disney Texas John Slaughter (1958–1961). Tryon mais tarde se voltou para a escrita de ficção em prosa e roteiros, e escreveu vários romances de ficção científica, terror e mistério de sucesso como Thomas Tryon .

Início da vida e educação

Thomas Tryon nasceu em 14 de janeiro de 1926, em Hartford, Connecticut , filho de Arthur Lane Tryon, um alfaiate e dono da Stackpole, Moore & Tryon (ele é frequentemente identificado erroneamente como filho do ator de cinema mudo Glenn Tryon ). Ele serviu na Marinha dos Estados Unidos no Pacífico de 1943 a 1946 durante e após a Segunda Guerra Mundial .

Carreira de ator

Tryon começou sua carreira de ator aparecendo no palco em Wish You Were Here (1952), Cyrano de Bergerac (1953) e Richard III (1953). 

Em seguida, ele encontrou trabalho na TV, aparecendo em The Way of the World (1955) com Gloria Lewis, Leora Thatcher e Sydney Smith. Ele também estrelou em 1955 como Antoine De Mores no episódio de duas partes "King of the Dakotas" da série de antologia de faroeste da NBC , Frontier . 

Tryon assinou um contrato de longo prazo com a Paramount em 1955. Sua estreia no cinema foi em The Scarlet Hour (1956) na Paramount, dirigido por Michael Curtiz , um drama policial sobre um homem cuja amante casada o convence a cometer um assalto; Tryon recebeu o segundo faturamento. Ele foi o mais faturado em um filme de guerra de baixo orçamento na Allied Artists, Screaming Eagles (1956), então apoiou Charlton Heston e Anne Baxter em Three Violent People (1956) na Paramount. Ele foi anunciado, mas não acabou aparecendo em Short Cut to Hell . Ele teve um papel coadjuvante em The Unholy Wife (1957) da RKO, faturado após Rod Steiger e Diana Dors . Ele teve o papel principal em um filme de ficção científica de baixo orçamento na Paramount, I Married a Monster from Outer Space (1958).

O trabalho de Tryon foi principalmente na TV, aparecendo em vários papéis, como Jane Wyman Presents The Fireside Theatre , The 20th Century-Fox Hour , Playhouse 90 (uma adaptação de Charley's Aunt ), Zane Grey Theater , Studio 57 , Matinee Theatre e Lux Video Theatre , The Restless Gun com John Payne , General Electric Theater , The Millionaire e The Big Valley (série de faroeste americana exibida originalmente de 1964 a 1969), em que ele foi uma estrela convidada no episódio de 1966 "The Midas Man". Tryon apareceu na liderança em "The Mark Hanford Story" (26 de fevereiro de 1958) no Wagon Train da NBC com Onslow Stevens e Kathleen Crowley .

Tryon interpretou o texano John Slaughter em uma série de filmes de TV para a Disney que durou de 1958 a 1961. O papel foi baseado na figura histórica real John Slaughter . Ele foi considerado, mas acabou sendo preterido para o papel do amante de Janet Leigh , Sam Loomis, no thriller clássico Psicose (1960); o papel foi para John Gavin . Tryon está à direita atrás de John Wayne , do filme O Dia Mais Longo

Tryon estrelou The Story of Ruth (1960) na 20th Century Fox. Para esse estúdio, ele apareceu em Marines, Let's Go (1961). A Disney o emprestou para estrelar uma sátira sobre a era espacial, Moon Pilot (1962). Ele foi um dos muitos nomes em The Longest Day (1962) na Fox. Em 1962, Tryon foi escalado para interpretar o papel de Stephen Burkett ("Adam") no filme de comédia inacabado Marilyn Monroe - Dean Martin , Something's Got to Give , dirigido por George Cukor , mas perdeu o papel depois que Monroe foi demitido do filme; o filme foi refeito com Doris Day e James Garner como Move Over, Darling (1963) com Chuck Connors interpretando o papel de Tryon. Tryon estrelou como convidado em Dr. Kildare e The Virginian .

O maior papel de Tryon foi como um ambicioso padre católico em The Cardinal (1963). O filme foi um sucesso de bilheteria e Tryon recebeu uma indicação ao Globo de Ouro de Melhor Ator - Drama Cinematográfico. Ele não gostou de fazer o filme, dizendo em 1986: "Finalmente, eu estava em posição de poder escolher meus papéis. Mas eu não gostei do filme. Eu não gostei de mim no filme. Até hoje, não consigo olhar para aquele filme. É por causa de Preminger . Ele era um tirano que governava pelo terror. Ele me amarrou em nós. Ele gritou comigo. Ele me xingou. Ele disse que eu era preguiçoso. Ele disse que eu era um tolo. Ele nunca me amaldiçoou. Seus insultos eram muito mais pessoais." 

Tryon mais tarde estrelou como convidado no Kraft Suspense Theatre e então se reuniu com Preminger em In Harm's Way (1965), estrelado por John Wayne e Kirk Douglas . Um de seus últimos papéis no cinema foi em The Glory Guys (1965), com Senta Berger e James Caan .

Carreira de escritor

Desiludido com a atuação, Tryon se aposentou da profissão em 1969 e começou a escrever romances de terror e mistério . Ele também se mudou para o financiamento de filmes, atuando como produtor executivo de Johnny Got His Gun (1971), de Dalton Trumbo .

Sua obra mais conhecida é The Other (1971), sobre um garoto cujo irmão gêmeo maligno pode ou não ser responsável por uma série de mortes em uma pequena comunidade rural na década de 1930. Ele adaptou seu romance para um filme lançado no ano seguinte, estrelado por Diana Muldaur , Uta Hagen e John Ritter . Harvest Home (1973), sobre os obscuros rituais pagãos praticados em uma pequena cidade da Nova Inglaterra , foi adaptado como The Dark Secret of Harvest Home (1978), uma minissérie de televisão estrelada por Bette Davis .

Outros livros de Tryon incluem Crowned Heads , uma coleção de novelas inspiradas nas lendas de Hollywood . Tryon vendeu os direitos do filme para a Universal para fazer quatro filmes baseados nas novelas. A primeira dessas novelas, Fedora , sobre uma reclusa ex-atriz de cinema cujo relacionamento com seu cirurgião plástico é semelhante ao de um viciado em drogas e seu traficante, foi posteriormente convertida em um longa-metragem dirigido por Billy Wilder . 

Outras novelas da coleção foram baseadas no assassinato do ex-astro do cinema mudo Ramón Novarro e no complicado relacionamento entre o ator Clifton Webb e sua mãe. Lady (1974) trata da amizade entre um garoto de oito anos e uma charmosa viúva na Nova Inglaterra dos anos 1930 e o segredo que ele descobre sobre ela. Seu romance The Night of the Moonbow (1989) conta a história de um garoto levado a meios violentos pelo assédio constante que recebe no acampamento de verão. Night Magic, escrito em 1991, foi publicado postumamente em 1995.

Vida pessoal

Em 1955, Tryon se casou com Ann L. Noyes, filha do corretor da bolsa Joseph Leo Lilienthal e sua esposa, a ex-Edna Arnstein. Ela era a ex-esposa de Thomas Ewing Noyes, com quem ela havia sido produtora teatral. Os Tryons se divorciaram em 1958. Ann morreu em 1966. Tryon disse que ela cometeu suicídio e que ele mantinha uma fotografia dela em seu apartamento.

Durante a década de 1970, ele teve um relacionamento romântico com Clive Clerk, um dos membros do elenco original de A Chorus Line e um designer de interiores que decorou o apartamento de Tryon no Central Park West , na cidade de Nova York, que foi destaque na Architectural Digest . De 1973 a 1977, Tryon teve um relacionamento com o ator pornô Casey Donovan .

Morte

Tryon morreu em 4 de setembro de 1991, aos 65 anos, em Los Angeles, Califórnia. A causa anunciada da morte foi câncer de estômago. O executor literário de Tryon, C. Thomas Holloway, declarou mais tarde que a doença de Tryon estava relacionada ao seu status HIV positivo . Tryon pediu para manter essa informação privada. Quando o amante de Tryon, Clive Clerk, explicou: "Tom não queria que seus leitores ou parentes soubessem", Holloway desaprovou, escrevendo: "Eu vejo isso como o silêncio egoísta de Tom ajudou a Idade das Trevas [de aceitação pública do HIV/AIDS ] a continuar no milênio."

Tom Tryon, 1955

[goth-apoca-lips]

| The Bride & her Ugly Ass Groom | To the Stars & Back | Maeve x Midas | 🐍 🖤 🦋 |

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They're so silly. They're my everything 😭 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[the-writing-mobster]

Punk Rockin Around the Christmas Tree with Your Favorites; The Baby Face Boys ! ❤️☠️🖤🤘🏻🎅🏻

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[long-live-evie]

*She breathed a sigh of relief when the King responded. She'd never been to the yacht, but she imagined that somehow there had to be a quiet place there. It was literally on the water, at the beach. It didn't usually get quieter than that.*

*text buzz*

Thank you so much... Flooded is just up the coast, so I'll take one of the cars. The outdoor option is probably best, I don't wanna invade your personal space and the sea breeze is always a plus! I'll head over there, then. I'm really grateful 💛

*She put down her phone and breathed through a wave of new emotions from outside. Stars, this was getting bad... she had to go. Now.

Before the dizziness could take over again, Evie rushed to the nearest car and took off across the northern coast. The further she got from Flooded Frogs, the easier she found it to breathe again, though some of those strange emotions still clung like a damp coat. Thankfully, it didn't take long for the Marigold to come into view, moored below a lovely private resort.

She drove down to the beach and parked, stepping out to be greeted by a man in a suit who gave her a friendly smile and gestured for her to follow him. Midas worked quick, it seemed he had already set everything up despite her only being a few minutes away by car.

Following the man in the suit to the deck lounge, Evie monitored the odd feelings she was getting now. This place was much quieter overall, though there was still a buzz in her head, residual emotions that seemed to be taking a while to fully clear, and some faint ones cropping up here and there. Thankfully, none seemed to be negative, so at least it didn't hurt...

She was directed to a very soft chair beside a table, which had been prepped with a glass of ice water. The man smiled again as he bowed and left her there. It felt funny to be treated so poshly, and a tired smile flickered on her face as she thanked him. Taking a sip of water and finally allowing herself to relax, Evie took this chance to start sorting out what were and weren't her emotions. Midas had been right, this place was perfect for thinking... she'd have to thank him again later.*

*Evie had found a spot outside of Flooded Frogs where she could sit down and think for a minute immediately after the RW meeting. There was still a heavy buzz of invading feelings that didn't belong to her, but at least she could see through them well enough to type. While she could, she ran through her options, trying to figure out if someone she knew could help her find a truly quiet place where she could get her head together and figure out what the heck was happening to her. The Blimp didn't feel viable, not in that enclosed space... but she did know someone who lived very out of the way...*

*text buzz*

Hey, your Majesty, I hate to be a bother, but do you know of anywhere quiet where a girl can collect her thoughts? My usual retreats aren't working. For some reason everything is extremely loud today and my head is killing me...

*King Midas had just been going over the notes from said Reality Warrior meeting. Jones had invited him to attend these briefings often (by email, of all means. Somehow more archaic feeling than the letters he exchanged Mizuki. The waters were immune to spam when even his email, somehow, was not), but he had thus far declined to attend. While he wouldn't consider any of those in attendance an enemy, certain company could feel differently. He did not care to deal with tensions. However, he did still keep up-to-date on what was discussed. Such as Fletcher Kane's amusing arrest.*

*Evie's text was a surprise, and he read it with a raised brow. Midas did not know her particularly well, but Evie did not seem the type to become overwhelmed as she described. 'Perhaps too much time with Jones has finally driven her mad' he thought with a chuckle. Not seriously, of course. Ribbing that man was simply a habit he still couldn't shake, even if just to himself.*

*He thought for a moment before typing an answer back. Invitations to what he considered private spaces on The Marigold weren't something he normally gave out. However, Evie was a special case. Like Mizuki, an offer of friendship had been extended to him. One he intended to take, but so far had made few attempts at outside of holiday gifts and passing pleasantries. This could be an opportunity to fix that. He did know the feeling of needing to be alone better than most, after all.*

*Text Buzz*

Afternoon, Evie. It's no bother. Though I'm a bit surprised you'd reach out to me, I do happen to have a space for just such thing. If you are able to make it out this way, The Marigold is open to you. I can have the deck cleared, but if you'd prefer somewhere indoors, there's a den off her atrium you could use as I often do. Pick-up can also be arranged if you need.

[jkflesh]

Zonal, King Midas Sound, Moor Mother in The Guardian...

[pennyserenade]

are you writing an original fiction book?!

well, trying to anyways! i haven’t the faintest idea how to go about such a thing, but i figure you’ve got to start with writing the books first, so that’s what i’m attempting to tackle as of right now.

the faint outline i have for the thing is that there’s two old hollywood actors, charles moore and ruby adelaide, who first rose to fame together in the mid 1930s - because instantly, even though neither of them did very well on their own, the world took to them as a pair in the first movie they did together. people liked watching them fall in love, and they liked falling in love. as the years go on, ruby and charlie get married, and they continue making a string of successful movies, apart and together. the studios love them. papers say they’ve got the midas touch. but, in 1950, charles does something that makes ruby stop speaking to him. the world isn’t sure what’s happened, only that these two stars aren’t pictured together anymore and won’t give statements about one another, and they live on separate sides on the country from each other. it’s based a lot on stuff i’ve read about cary grant and his wives, and this thing that one of them said about how she never knew what he was like in the 40 or so years he lived before her when they asked if he was bisexual. i liked that a lot, that idea that you can love so someone so throughly and they can be equipped with all the tools to hurt you just right, because they know you and love you, but there’s parts that you’ll never be sure about—years lived that you’re in the dark about.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

January 11, 2020: a new episode of The Anatomy Lesson at 10pm EST on on CFRC 101.9 FM. Wasting your time with what this show provisionally considers the best releases of 2010-2019. Tune in at 101.9 on your FM dial, stream at http://audio.cfrc.ca:8000/listen.pls or listen to a special archive here: https://www.mixcloud.com/cameronwillis1232/the-anatomy-lesson-january-11-2020/ Grouper - “A Lie” AIA: Alien Observer / AIA: Dream Loss (2011) Chelsea Wolfe - “Moses” The Grime and the Glow (2010) Zola Jesus - “Trust Me” Stridulum (2010) Austra - “The Beat and the Pulse” Feel It Break (2011) Light Asylum - “End of Days” Light Asylum (2011) Nite Jewel - “One Second of Love” One Second of Love (2012) Cadence Weapon - “Hope in Dirt City” Hope In Dirt City (2012) Laurel Halo - “Thaw” Quarantine (2012) Peepholes - “Conversation” The Overspill! (2012) Perera Elsewhere - “Lazy” Everlast (2013) Roberta Bondar - “Creature Cave” Caustic (2014) Police Des Moeurs - “Je Te Montrerai (Ft. Donzelle) Split with Essaie Pas (2014) Essaie Pas - “Retox” Split with Police Des Moeurs (2014) The Body & Haxan Cloak - “To Carry the Seeds of Death Within Me” I Shall Die Here (2014) English Heretic - “Inside the Mausoleum” The Underworld Service (2014) Craig Leon - “One Hundred Steps” Anthology of Interplanetary Folk Music Vol. 1: Nommos / Visiting (2014) YlangYlang - “Doomed” Blossom (2014) Jenny Hval - “Heaven” Apocalypse, Girl (2015)

Ariel Kalma & Robert Aubrey Aiki Lowe - “Strange Dream” We Know Each Other Somehow (2015) Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra - “Rains Through The Roof at the Grande Ballroom” Fuck Off Get Free We Pour Light On Everything (2014) U.S. Girls - “New Age Thriller” Half Free (2015) Sarah Davachi - “A Garden, An Orchard” Dominions (2016) Hansmole - “No Devils” Comfort (2015) Theo Parrish - “Thug Irony” American Intelligence (2014) Purple Circles - “No Matter What Body” Gender Summit (2016) Death Kneel - “To Break A Body” Hours in Paradise (2015) E-Saggila -”Formed By Clay” Devotion (2015) Internazionale - “The Doubt of Many” What Was Sown Into History (2015) MXLX - “Your Bastard Mouth Is Open And Will Not Stop Howling“ Kicking Away At The Decrepit Walls Til The Beautiful Sunshine Blisters Thru The Cracks (2017) Moor Mother - “Deadbeat Protest” Fetish Bones (2016) Pharmakon - “Sleepwalking Form” Contact (2017) FKA Twigs - “In Time” M3LL155X (2015) JPEGMAFIA - “Rock N Roll Is Dead” Veteran (2018) Sargasso Sea - “Millennium Branch” True North Square (2018) Vito Lucente - “The Joys of Young Wurther III” Sturm Und Drang (2018) King Midas Sound - “Bluebird” Solitude (2019) Kelman Duran - “They Are Afraid of Her” 13th Month (2019) Burial - “Claustro” Tunes 2011 to 2019 (2019)