#another everyday

[cameronashappreciationsociety]

Cameron Ash. To Hell and Stuck. 2002 Album.

"Breaking through the surface of manufactured Pop-princesses and flashy Kid-Rockers and maintaining an honest lyrical voice has become increasingly rare in today's music market. On his album, To Hell and Stuck, Cameron Ash fights to do just this. Staying true to it's namesake, the lyrically-driven album reveals itself as a series of undeniably dark reflections, unconcerned with radio-friendly frivolity and political correctness. Whether lashing out at blatant societal injustices or elevating us with his more visceral love songs, Cameron Ash uses his unique style and often biting lyrics to achieve emotional sincerity and make an intimate connection with his audiences. 'It's true.

People tell me that my lyrics on love are slightly different from Celine Dion's,' he says. Cameron's unique lyrical ability of combining classical poetry, storytelling, and dark humor in his songwriting began at a very early age. The grandson of a well-known Persian poet and philosopher, he began writing poetry at the age of six. But it was in high school, when he was first introduced to the music of Don McLean, that he began to shift his interest to songwriting. 'Don McLean's 'Vincent'was the reason I started writing songs,' he says. 'So that one day, I might make someone feel the way I did at that moment.' By 2000, armed with his songs, he began playing frequently around San Diego (desperately anticipating exodus from UCSD, where he attended college) while building his name within the San Diego acoustic scene. But it wasn't until a representative from Maverick Records heard his song 'Stop Her'and invited him to play at the Maverick 'Battle of the Bands' that he decided to bring his music to Los Angeles. It was here where Cameron underwent a songwriting rebirth, which resulted in him writing six of the fourteen songs that appear on To Hell and Stuck, including the single 'Another Everyday.' 'It's difficult because I find I can only write well when I'm either internally devastated, or under immense pressure, or heartbroken,' he says. If Cameron's poetry is born out of devastation, that's bad news for him but good news for the listener, as he never skimps on sincerity. In fact, the 14-song album was recorded without any computers by producer Brian Kehew (Air, Eleni Mandell) to achieve the classic, non-affected analog sound. Besides it's warm human feel, the mostly acoustic record also boasts Cameron's diverse writing ability, as he incites the listener with the driven, menacing sounds of 'Jude is Dead'and the volatile lyrics of 'LAPDVD',then floors us with the ultra-'Sadcore' Elliot Smith-esque sounds of 'Surgeon' and 'Another Everyday.' He even finds time for sarcasm and bittersweet humor in 'Stop Her' and 'Popcorn Boy', but never hesitates to bring us into the deeper darker realms with songs like 'Stalker.' Whatever the song, Cameron Ash never shies away from revealing the somber sides of life. With his signature cynicism and engagingly confrontational lyrics, he is modern day cross between Simon and Garfunkel and Rage Against the Machine. At times brooding, often inciting, and always earnest, Cameron Ash is the hyper-lyrical-renegade-chic posterboy of his own militant acoustica. His lyrics seem to speak to both men and women, and he offers us a different perspective and a lasting song in a world that's desperately seeking to break free from homogenized, disposable music. From first gasp to last breath, Cameron Ash's To Hell and Stuck is a driving poetic outcry, delivered with passion and a lyricism that is both intelligent and pure. Copyright 2002."

[ruporas]

happiness today and tomorrow (ID in alt)

[clonerightsagenda]

"what if you had a mutual aid network that occasionally told interdimensional monsters to fuck off": Discworld witches as a concept

[redmarqar]

who up engineering their limit rn

[pi-slices]

Another Day - 240404

[liam-summers]

AtS 2.22 | BtVS 5.22

"The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me."

[septembriseur]

“Yet I have been pondering not the English, prosecutorial witness, but the Arabic. In this, our, language, the verb to witness comes from the root شهد . This is also the source of the much-maligned word شهيد, shaheed, which means, literally, witnesser, but is often translated as martyr. It is a word with many folds of meaning and history. It carries connotations not only of seeing, but of presence and proximity. To be a witness is to make contact, to be touched, and to bear the marks of this touch.

Shaheed is the word Palestinians use to describe those lost to Israeli violence, a word which has drawn condemnation from American universities and press, who once again presume to know the meaning of Arabic-rooted terms, without bothering to investigate. They allege the word martyr glorifies death for death’s sake. But in this context, it should be read as honoring the truth these brutalized bodies speak. Their flesh, marked by colonial violence, makes visible the wild injustice they endured. Which is to say, their martyrdom tells us the truth about our world.”

[lunian]

Wyll and Gale are such besties istg

[noctilia]

[dreamwinged]

f/o perfume best purchase i’ve ever made in my life. selfshippers i strongly urge u all to find a scent that reminds u of ur f/o and spray it on ur pillow every night b4 u sleep. if ur lucky maybe they have an official fragrance or smth but it doesnt have to be anything too complicated — just something that makes u feel like theyre there. trust me it will be so epic and awesome you have have to do it

[sushisketching]

This is your sign to watch she-ra

days 4 and 5 and 6 will be in a separate post >:)

[teethkid67]

kloktober d1 Fav Character and fantober d1 New !!!! some early dethklok days .. teasing each other n causing problems u know how it is :3

decided to use the "new" fantober prompt as in new fandom as well bc i am really new to mtl :3 buuuut i really like nathan n toki so here they are

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, “comes back wrong” trope, implied fighting, angst

When Bakugou died, you’re not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldn’t find the energy to drown.

It’s why there’s a sudden uptick of energy when you’re promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what you’re about to witness. And you’re horrified, to say the least.

“This isn’t my husband.” Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband but—but his hair isn’t the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand but—but it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.

“Is that really my husband?” You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugou’s head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember but—they hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.

“I left you.” He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if it’ll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. He’s cold and his shoulders don’t hold the same mass and his back doesn’t carry the same scars. There’s one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think that’s where they slipped a new spine in.

“Welcome back home.” You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totally—Katsuki. He’s stiff and he doesn’t immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if you’ve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if he’ll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if he’ll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after he’s moved back. You don’t know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but this…man, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. It’s alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if he’s more robot than Frankenstein monster.

“Why did you come back to me like this?” You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that he’s sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, he’s never been so cold before, he’s never liked the cold.

“Is this considered cheating?” You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes too…un-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.

“I’ll come back to you right this time.” Bakugou promises to you when he’s strapped down to leave for the lab and before he’s sedated. But you don’t believe him—you never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything you’ve lost and something you will never truly get back.

[abilai]

Black lotus among white lotuses

[xxspirit]

♡Valentine’s Week♡

Day 2 II Flowers

[pumpkster]