I've seen many things as a Gravedigger... but this encounter was enough to end my career.

I worked as a gravedigger for a lot of my life. I’m aware it seems like a dated profession, and one that’s rather clandestine, all things considered. But, honest work or not, it was fiscally rewarding enough to help me place food on the table, to earn a deposit and a steady mortgage.

My official business was gardening, and of course, I went about pruning lawns, working my magic to let beautiful buds bloom in to bountiful, brilliant flowers. I’d teach neighbours the best way to fend off weeds, that pro-activity was always a stronger defence than reactivity. I was nigh on a flora whisperer – people would have procured some obscure seeds which had no right to be in the country, no planting passport for them, but, I’d bury them, I’d nurture them, and I watched as the old lady, or the new parents with a penchant for gardening would beam at me in awe.

I’d even got myself to a point of renown where I would be invited to guest judge the local garden competitions.

A part of me wishes it was enough, to don the protective gloves, and totter about amongst vast fields of freshly drizzled petrichor, or scuttle about in a greenhouse, snipping and shovelling and tending; like a composer to a symphony orchestra of tall, lithe talented wonders who, instead of instruments, had mastered the art of scents and colours.

But, that was my veneer. It’s all it ever was. The happy tiller, the friendly neighbour – always smiling, always helpful, the green-handed philanthropist. It was the best way to purchase the tools I needed to do what I wished to do. No-one would question if they saw me walking home, on those long nights where I’d met with difficulty, and the job trickled on into the small hours of the morning, until the white sun peaked above the slate-rooved horizon. They’d just assume I’d woken early, had a job. In fact, I’d waved a merry morning to people who sought my advice, while the very bag of ‘green waste’ swung over my shoulder did not harbour contents quite as innocent as they’d like to believe.

And, all things considered, I loved my job. My main goal.

I’d wait as the soothing twilight simmered, and melted into a silent, star-filled, owl-hooting night. Outside my window, I’d see the lights, shaded and altered by the various silky, velvet, or near translucent curtains on the street, one by one click off like dominoes, as if my neighbours were willingly giving me the signal, “We’re crawling in to bed, now, Steven. Go about your passion.”

Then, I’d slip out, silent

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The Evansdale Murders: What Happened To Lyric Cook-Morrissey and Elizabeth Collins?

My write-up was originally posted in two parts on r/UnresolvedMysteries , I am posting it here condensed into one post to spread more awareness.

###The Disappearance

On the morning of July 13th, 2012, in the small town of Evansdale, Iowa, cousins Lyric Cook (10) and Elizabeth Collins (8) were dropped off at their grandmother Wylma Cook's house, which had become almost routine that summer. But the girls didn't mind at all; they enjoyed their time together. After only being there a short while, the girls decided to go on a bike ride together, like they had done many times before that summer. Their grandmother agreed to let them go and the two girls set off a little after noon. Wylma watched the girls until they got down to the end of the street corner, then retreated back inside. Unbeknownst to Wylma, this was the last time she would ever see her granddaughters.

After about an hour had past, Wylma realized that the girls had not returned and began to grow worried, as it was unusual for them to be gone this long. But it wasn't until Misty Cook-Morrissey — Lyric's mother — got off work around 2pm (over 2 hours after the girls had left), and came to pick Lyric up, when the panic truly started to set in. Friends and family were called and a quick search of the surrounding area around Wylma's home began in an effort to find the girls, but it was to no avail. Police were contacted shortly there after, and a bigger search was then called.

###The Search

In the first few hours of the search, several witnesses from nearby neighborhoods came forward claiming to have seen the girls riding their bikes on Gilbert Drive — which was about a mile and a half away from Wylma Cook's house — sometime between 12:30 and 1 p.m. Another witness said they spotted the girls still on their bikes around the same time on the 1000 block of Lake Avenue — a street located nearby Meyers Lake, which is a popular spot among locals for fishing. After nothing came up at the parks and school playgrounds closest to area, which were the most plausible locations to check first, a search party made up of local firefighters decided to look on the bike trails around the area, thinking the girls may have gotten lost on their way home. This would result in an alarming discovery: on the bike trail located near the southeast corner of Meyers

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MCR SONG TIER LIST

Hey, I got a little bored, and decided to rank every song by MCR. Each has been split up into different tiers, and each tier has been split up into subtiers. A few other things:

  • All of this is just my opinion, so don’t get cranky if I dismiss one of your favourites.

  • If you don’t understand my placement of a particular song, let me know which song placement you have an issue with in the comments and I’ll explain why I put it so high or low.

  • The order of songs in each subtier aren’t ranked on quality, I just sorted them by release.

  • I didn’t include interlude type songs as they are too hard to rank alongside full-length songs.

S TIER: The absolute best of the best. These songs are all absolutely fantastic, and I will forever cherish these songs.

S+:

  • It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Fucking Deathwish
  • AMBULANCE

S:

  • Sleep
  • Disenchanted
  • Famous Last Words
  • Heaven Help Us
  • The Kids From Yesterday
  • Burn Bright

S-:

  • Headfirst For Halos
  • Helena
  • You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison
  • The Sharpest Lives
  • Mama
  • Bulletproof Heart
  • Vampire Money

A TIER: Really great songs, although not quite masterpieces.

A+:

  • Vampires Will Never Hurt You
  • Demolition Lovers
  • This is How I Disappear
  • Welcome to the Black Parade
  • Kill All Your Friends
  • Na Na Na
  • Zero Percent
  • Boy Division

A:

  • Thank You For The Venom
  • I Never Told You What I Do For A Living
  • Dead!
  • S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W
  • Gun.

A-:

  • Skylines and Turnstiles
  • To The End
  • The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You
  • House of Wolves
  • Cancer
  • Summertime
  • Surrender the Night

B TIER: The middle of the pack. I still enjoy all these songs, although I may occasionally skip them when they come up on shuffle.

B+:

  • Our Lady of Sorrows
  • Hang ‘em High
  • I Don’t Love You
  • Planetary
  • The Only Hope For Me Is You
  • Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back
  • The Light Behind Your Eyes

B:

  • Honey, This Mirror Isn’t Big Enough For the Two of Us
  • The Ghost of You
  • Desert Song
  • The World is Ugly
  • Kiss the Ring
  • Fake Your Death

B-:

  • Drowning Lessons
  • Cemetery Drive
  • The End.
  • DESTROYA
  • Tomorrow’s Money

C TIER: The more varied tier. These songs songs can be pretty good, but I rarely, if ever seem these songs out.

C+:

  • Give ‘em Hell, Kid
  • Teenagers
  • Party Poison

C:

  • Early Sunsets Over Monroeville
  • Bury Me in Black
  • My Way Home is Through You

C-:

  • This is the Best Day Ever
  • We Don’t Need Another Song About California
  • Make Room!!!!

D TIER: The worst MCR has to offer. T

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It’s a novel but I just need my story to be heard finally. For someone out there to know I kept going.

My story is long and filled with loss, sickness, and abuse. But I want my voice to be heard by someone out there. Maybe I’m not alone in this or maybe it’ll help someone else feel like they aren’t alone.

It’s the beauty of sharing something so difficult. I am anonymous in this Reddit world so no one can give me that “that poor girl, you’ve been through a lot” look.

I had no idea that my dad’s 60th birthday was going to be the start of a massive decline in my mental health. I’d already been struggling with it from feeling so alone from my family and not being able to see them all year (covid + military wouldn’t allow leave). I was assigned to a ship. Now I have no idea what happens next for me.

Early November 2020. I am diagnosed with MDD and anxiety. The months leading up to it, I’d been trying to work through stress from my ex. He’d threatened to kill me and our daughter and to make it look like a suicide. He was an angry drunk. He’s asked me to commit suicide and take our daughter with me because we ruined his life. Work had stress through the roof because of covid restrictions, operational requirements, and personnel shortages for the work.

November 21st, I’m on the ship, it’s 500am and I go to my berthing to get cell phone reception since my berthing was pretty far outboard. It’s no secret that in a giant steel box, cell phone reception is barely there except in certain spots. I finally get cell phone reception and my phone is blowing up with notifications.

My Grandma had passed away.

After years of struggling with Alzheimer’s, she was found at 430 in the morning choking to death because something had gotten into her lungs. That was the 21st. My dad’s 60th and he lost his mother. She was the glue for our family.

The 23rd, my aunt passed away in the hospital after a long battle being sick (not covid). She was the youngest of my other Grandma’s sisters. There was no funeral for her because she wanted to be cremated & the cemetery doesn’t allow people up on the hill during the winter because of the weather. The plan is for her to have a memorial this spring.

The week is a blur. I’m home on emergency leave, it’s funeral and sorting affairs. I didn’t know when you die, you go to the bathroom on yourself. My aunt wants to wash my grandma’s bedding and I’m given the task. I don’t understand how people can say out loud that they’ve lost loved ones and not break from it. How is that even possible to not cry when the words feel like they are

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2020 Bingo Mini-Reviews ( Spoiler-Free)

I have now finished my 2020 Bingo Board! I had fun figuring out what should go where, and there were definitely books I would not have read without Bingo. I added an extra challenge for myself of trying to read books published in the last three years, though there are a couple of exceptions. Most, but not all, were also Hard Mode. There are no books solely by straight white men on the list, and the majority are by women.

When I had multiple options for a square, I went with the one I liked best, so this list is weighted towards higher-starred books. I also chose to use two novellas even though I had other options to fill those squares because I thought they each did the best job of filling the brief.

To help out other people looking to fill a board, I've included notes on what other squares each book could fill, though I may have missed some book club books or Canadian authors.

  • Novel Translated from its Original Language - HARD MODE: Written by a woman. Moriboto by Nahoko Uehashi. A fun classic fantasy story originally written in Japanese featuring a badass woman protecting a cinnamon roll child. I particularly appreciated the mythology of the worldbuilding and the recognition of how stories are told, retold, and used as propaganda by those in power. 4/5 stars. (Other squares: Features politics. Book about books (if you count mythology and history as 'books'.)
  • Setting Featuring Snow, Ice, or Cold - HARD MODE: The entire book takes place in this setting. The Seafarer's Kiss by Julia Ember. A feminist f/f retelling of the Little Mermaid set in the Arctic Ocean. Did an excellent job twisting familiar bits of the story into something wholly new, with some pointed comments about patriarchy and attempts to control women's bodies and lives. The romance was sweet too. 4/5 stars. (Others squares: Optimistic. Feminist. Romance. Features politics.)
  • Optimistic SFF - HARD MODE: Not Becky Chambers. The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune. A lonely social worker goes to a magical orphanage to investigate the strange and dangerous children who live there. Extremely soft and fluffy-- this book is like sitting in the sunshine drinking lemonade. 5/5 stars. (Other squares: Color in the Title, published in 2020, made me laugh)
  • Novel Featuring Necromancy - HARD MODE: Necromancer is the protagonist. Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir. Lesbian necromancers in space with lots of memes and a weird chronology.
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Favorite mcr song category wise.

Categories: Vocally, lyrically, drum wise, guitar wise (Franks riffs and rays riffs are two different categories.) and bass wise.

Vocally: Sleep and/or Bulletproof heart. For sleep honestly that song is mesmerizing, Gerard's vocals are really amazing in this song, so are the backing vocals. Bulletproof heart: I really think Gee did great in this song, it's similar vocal techniques to his solo music, ray also did great in his backing vocals. Honorable mentions: Disenchanted, The sharpest lives and cancer.

LYRICALLY: Sleep and/or Gun./ Cemetery Drive. Sleep: Once again on the list, more personal to me so that’s why it's here. The lyrics of this song are absolutely genius and gorgeous, it really makes it better when you listen to it more and analyze it. Gun.: More simple but it's just really nice lyrically, especially the "Well If I'm old enough to die for your mistakes...". Cemetery drive: My favorite, this song is very personal and absolutely beautiful, it hurts to listen to. Honorable mentions: Disenchanted (Probably beats Gun. but I just love Gun.), I never told you what I do for a living, The ghost of you and early sunsets over monroeville.

Drums: To the end and/or this is how I disappear. To the end: The chorus of this song has the most intense drums EVER, it's really fast paced and I really like it. TIHID: This song wouldn’t be as good without the GODLY drums, definitely have to give bob props no matter how much you dislike him. Honorable mentions: House of wolves and Gun.

Guitar (Frank's riffs). Kiss the ring and/or thank you for the venom. Kiss the ring: The beginning in this song is really badass, it really gets you in the mood for the song and this song all and all frank did AMAZING. Tyftv: Pretty self-explanatory, godly guitar wise. Honorable mentions: Inafsiafdw, destroya, and boy division.

Guitar (Ray's riffs).: Dead! and/or desolation row: I cannot pick a certain song so I'll make a whole list but those 2 really stand out, dead! stands out more due to it probably being written by him. The list: Mwhity, Bulletproof heart, disenchanted, venom and ykwtdtgluip.

Bass wise (MY favorite instrument.): Give em hell, kid and/or Planetary (GO!); God Give em hell deserves a hell paragraph, I love the way it goes from 7's to 3's so rapidly and sounds so great is amazing, the bassline MADE this song! Planetary: More simple but amazing and PERFECT volume, I like how the chord progression on this bassline is. Honorable mentions: Kill all your

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The Chronicles of the Graveyard Management Team - You’ve won an all expenses paid vacation!

Repost because nosleep took it down but that’s okay!

Hi how’s it going how ya been? Good? Good. Buckle up, we’re jumping right into it.

I had a few questions from last time. Some asked ‘Clara, what’s your other job?’ Well, one of my childhood best friends has a lawn business and flowers are a great stress reliever for me! I go along just to plant some bushes and flowers. This part of my life wouldn’t be nearly as exciting to tell y’all. "You'll never guess what happened. The owners haven't tended to the weeds and now they're overgrown."

See? Not exciting.

Oh hey, if you’re lost this might help. Or not. I got lost in Walmart and it didn’t help me.

u/nothanks64 pointed out that Ms. Lilith is a witch and when I thought about it, there are a lot of coincidences that match up. One night after a few glasses of wine I decided I was going to do it. I was just going to ask her. I walked out my door and knocked on hers. She cracked open the door just a slight bit.

"Clara? Is everything okay?" She asked.

"I have a reddit and I post about my life and someone said you're a witch and a high ranking witch at that. Are you a witch?" I asked. She hesitated for a second before answering.

"No, I'm not a witch. What's a reddit? I think you need to go lay down." She said.

"One more question. Are you helping keep me alive?" I pressed. Slightly tipsy me wanted answers and she was going to get them.

"Well technically, yes. I make you soup sometimes." She said. Tipsy me seemed to accept this answer. I apologized later for the questions and she didn't seem bothered by it.

Monday, I got a call from Greg telling me I needed to get to Remmy's house. She lives near the woods and the douche-in-black, DIB, left something at her door. Naturally, I sped over and prayed nothing bad had happened. I pulled up and ran inside the already open door. I've never been inside the Wenning's mansion and wasn't sure where I was headed. I opened up to a staunchly white foyer with a staircase leading to the second floor. There was a hallway to my right and left and what looked like a living room/kitchen in front of me. I was armed with a bo staff, my gun, and 148 p

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The Massacre at Crybaby Bridge: An Oral History - Part 3 - The Bridge

The following is the continuation of my senior capstone for my journalism degree. My professor rejected the original draft due to its disturbing and unbelievable nature, even though everyone I spoke to claims they're telling the truth. I thought I would post it here. You can read the previous posts here:

Part 1 - Part 2

PART 3

JALEN SMALLS, SOMERSET HIGH, SENIOR: I had Riley and Kylie in the back of my Grand Prix, we were peeling out of there, freaking out. They were screaming. I was screaming. Just crazy. Kinda funny when you look back on it. We were crossing the little bridge over the creek when our headlights hit ol’ Bubba. He was standing in the middle waving his arms, telling us to stop. He had the biggest smile on his face.

STEPHEN PARKER: There were red brake lights up by the bridge. It was Jalen’s car. Nick put the truck in park and leaned his head out the window, yelled for Dylan a couple more times. The chain saw sound wasn’t as loud and we could hear someone yelling and crying for help. They sounded in pain.

HAILEY ADAMS: From the back of the truck I could still hear the chainsaw, but it wasn’t revved up or anything like that, just a steady idle. And someone was screaming, “Guys! Guys! Help! I’m fucking bleeding.” Sounded like someone our age. I was worried it was Dylan.

STEPHEN PARKER: “The fuck’s happening dudes?” Dylan says out of nowhere. He’s just like emerged out of the darkness and we’re all freaking out on him trying to explain the situation. He said he had been taking a piss, and that he thought he could see someone crawling over by the campfire.

SKYE BRIGGS: There was lots of confusion. That Jalen guy and the tall cowboy dude came running past us. One of them said something to Nick, something about someone being hurt. I didn’t catch all of it. Nick hightailed it after them.

STEPHEN PARKER: I followed after Nick. Jalen and Bubba were way ahead, past the bonfire and dragging someone to the clearing over by it. Bubba ran and drove his truck around, turned his headlights on.

HAILEY ADAMS: By this point the chainsaw had been shut off and we could hear talking over by the bonfire and people gathered around. There was still this kind of groaning you could hear. Dylan and I made our way over. There was

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He’s been a suspect in the disappearances of at least five girls, inserted himself into missing-persons investigations, and played mind games with victims’ families and police. Is Timothy Bindner a serial killer, or is he just a creep?

Edited 7/22/2020: Disturbed Podcast recently created an episode about Timothy Bindner featuring the text from this write up. I highly recommend it--you can listen to it here: https://www.disturbedpodcast.com/bindner/

Who Is Timothy Bindner?

Timothy Bindner was 43, married, and a working at a sewage treatment plant in 1991 when he first became known to law enforcement in California’s San Francisco Bay Area. While investigating the cases of several missing girls along the I-80 corridor, his name came up multiple times in conjunction with disturbing behaviors toward and regarding young girls.

Parents in the East Bay began reporting that Bindner was sending birthday cards, small gifts, and money to their young daughters, trying to strike up friendships with them. One mother gave police letters that Bindner had sent to her daughter; one was written backward so it could only be read when held up to a mirror, one contained small trinket gifts, and another contained a love poem and Bible verses with certain words underlined: “I have chosen you… be with me where I am.” When asked why he was contacting the girls, Bindner told investigators that he was being kind and that the girls were “lonely.”

During their research into Bindner, investigators discovered that in 1985 he was fired from his job as a Social Security claims processor after his boss caught him collecting the names, addresses, and birth dates of young girls in Colorado. He’d sent approximately 40 girls $50 on their 14th birthdays. When questioned, Bindner said he was mimicking a TV show in which a man surprised strangers with money, saying he thought it was “a touch of magic for the kids.” Parents complained and Bindner was fired. However, he was rehired 16 months later after an arbitrator found that he hadn’t used the records for personal gain and therefore there was no just cause in his firing.

Bindner drove a light-blue Dodge van with a vanity license plate reading “Lov You.” He’d wallpapered the inside of the van with pictures of children, Bible verse quotes, and crayon drawings. He was one arrested for trying to lure two young girls into his van, but the charges were ultimately dropped. His only other arrest and conviction was on a public drunkenness charge.

Bindner had a reputation for spending time in cemeteries and volunteering to repair gravestones, and he once had a job working in a crematorium.

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Album of the Year 2014 #26: Death Grips - niggas on the moon

Hello everyone and welcome back to Album of the Year 2014, the throwback write-up series where the users of r/indieheads talk their favorite albums of 2014. Sorry for the day delay on this one, as we had a lot of shakeup with our schedule and needed a day to figure out our final plans to end the series off. Up today though, we'll be re-publishing /u/ReconEG's For Your Consideration entry on Death Grips' 2014 album, niggas on the moon (Disc 1 of their double album, 2015's The Powers That B).

June 8th, 2014 - Third Worlds

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Background by /u/ReconEG

niggas on the moon is the name of Disc 1 of The Powers That B, the fourth and first double album from experimental hip-hop band Death Grips. Death Grips are frontman Stefan Burnett (otherwise known as Ride or MC Ride), drummer/producer Zach Hill, and producer/engineer Andy Morin. Coming off the release of their third album Government Plates, the band dropped the first half of an upcoming double album, entitled The Powers That B, that they were in the process of working on and planning on fully releasing by the end of the year. Being a Death Grips was already a wild journey at this point but the cycle between this album and the release of Disc 2, Jenny Death, was well.. especially crazy.

A few weeks after the release of niggas on the moon, the band announced that they were "over," posting this note on their Facebook page which said:

>we are now at our best and so Death Grips is over. we have officially stopped. all currently scheduled live dates are canceled. our upcoming double album ‘The Powers That B" will still be delivered worldwide later this year via Harvest/Third Worlds Records. Death Grips was and always has been a conceptual art exhibition anchored by sound and vision. above and beyond a "band". to our truest fans, please stay legend.

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My chem song inspired tattoo designs ive been working on! (instagram @josieminsta)
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Ghost Rider in the Sky

My brother and I made a pact that we would never speak about what happened to us a year ago to anyone...ever. And for a year, I have kept my end of that pact. I haven't even spoken with him about the matter. But my health - both physical and mental, has suffered and continues to suffer under the weight of this secret. I realize now that if I don't relieve myself of this burden, if I don't try to find answers, I'll be next for the grave. And I'm not ready to die... especially not now, after what I've seen.

Imagine experiencing a series of events for which you have no frame of reference - a series of events that defies explanation. What would you do? Who would you talk to? A doctor? A close friend? A preacher?

To what end? That's what I have continued to ask myself. A doctor would tell me that it was a creation of my distressed mind, perhaps a shared hallucination by two people linked by blood and tragedy. A close friend would listen with concern, all outward appearances of sympathy masking that staunchly skeptical inner voice we all have. A preacher would dismiss it as Satan's trickery and mayhem, and encourage me to pray to God.

Well, I have prayed. For twelve long months, I've prayed. And God has been silent. So, now I have no choice but to break my brother's confidence and seek comfort, and maybe answers, outside of the God I've worshipped all of my life.

My dad died of a heart attack last September. The doctors called it a "widowmaker." His left anterior descending artery was almost completely blocked. The survival rate of a widowmaker heart attack for victims who do not receive care within 90 minutes is 12%. Modern medicine can do nothing in such a circumstance for a man who lives alone on 25 acres of land in rural Mississippi. He was found by a neighbor, laying facedown in a field beside his tractor. By that time, he was cold and stiff. The doctors estimated that he'd already been dead 5-6 hours when his body was finally discovered.

I don't need to go into the devastation I felt when I received the call. But it is pertinent to my tale that you know how close my brother and I were to my dad. You see, my mother died when I was very young, and Dad took on the challenge of single-fatherhood with a fierce determination. My brother and I never wanted for anything, including Dad's companionship and care. He never remarried, so my childhood is full of memories of us - three Musketeers watching movies, playing board games, and

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ILPT: Never pay for flowers again.

"A Friend" who in no ways condones you should do ever do this, especially probably around a Dozen times or so, said NOT to dress in all black, and drive to the inner part of a large cemetery, preferably on a Sunday, and kneel down next to the most beautiful arrangement you can find, while staying in a kneeling position for a minute or two, mouthing the lyrics to your favorite song, and wiping the area under your eyeballs, then bringing the bouquet with you back to your vehicle. I have another "friend" who is a groundskeeper at a cemetery and says all the fresh laid flowers get mowed up on Monday, and taking them is technically illegal, so definitely do not do this. Especially on a busy time of year like Veteran's Day or Memorial Day.

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A review of Coldplay’s Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends

Back when I was first becoming a Coldplay fan, I only knew a few singles. The only single I knew from the subject of today’s review, Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends, was the track, Viva La Vida.

I’m just gonna say it, even before knowing much about this band, that song blew my mind. It’s a magnificent piece of music and it boggles my mind that it was released as a single.

Imagine the balls to release a track like that as a single. Especially since the single before that one was an absolute rager.

If that alone wasn’t enough to initially get me interested into this album, my jaw went through my desk when I discovered this fact: Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends comes right after X&Y.

Even now, after I’ve heard all of their records multiple times, that fact still blows my mind. X&Y, while not a bad album by any means (I’ll most likely review that one next), was, for lack of a better term, pretty safe. It was a logical progression for them that continued to build on the sound of their sophomore record.

This album is almost completely different. The band take a complete left turn to create something completely new.

Did the risk pay off? Well, let’s look back at this record and see.

Production: The production on this album was done by Brian Eno, Jon Hopkins, Rik Simpson, and Markus Dravs.

Though having lots of producers associated with your album sounds fishing, this is one of the prime examples of multiple producers getting put to good use. Every song feels like it belongs and nothing feels out of place, all tracks transition nicely into each other, and the album is given a dark and sometimes gorgeous atmosphere.

Lyrically: Coldplay’s lyrics usually do pull on your heartstrings by writing about incredibly personal, and though they still do that on this record, the band spice up their already hard hitting lyrical style by adding the themes of life, death, and war into this album. This results in one of, if not the, most compelling album they’ve ever written.

The lyrics on this record are much more abstract and less straight forward than they’ve been on their previous albums which makes this record extremely interesting to dive into.

The theme of war and what it does to people’s lives appears on the very deep ‘Violet Hill’ and the somewhat triumphant and sobering ‘Lost!’, death is tackled in the chilling opener ‘Cemeteries of London’ and ‘Death and All His Friends’, and love is talked about in the reminiscent ‘Stra

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Some stats on how the silent e rule is so inconsistent!

Long and short a, e, i, o, u

Doubled consonants are supposed to show when the letters a, e,  i,  o,  u  in words of more than one syllable have a short sound,  as in matter, hemmed,  hidden, dotty,  tubby,    rather than long, as in  mate,  theme,  hide,  dote,  tube. When followed by just one consonant, or several consonants and a vowel, a,  e,  i,  o,  u are meant to be  'closed' , with a short sound, as in:              am, ample; ten, tender; pin, pinked; pond ponder; bun bunker.

When followed by a single consonant and a vowel, they are ‘open’ and meant to be long;            male, halo;  peter, period; fine, final;  sole, solo;   tube, tubular'.

If a stressed short vowel before a single consonant and another vowel is to be short, or is to stay short, it should be followed by a doubled consonant:                         allergy,  petty,  Finnish,  dolly,  butter.

Schoolchildren spend much time learning to apply this rule when adding suffixes to short words:                       cut + er → cutter,  prefer + ed → preferred;                 but: cute + er→ cuter,    enter +ed → entered.

Sadly, at least 1,700 words of more than one syllable disobey the ‘closed /short' - 'open / long’ vowel system in 5 ways:   1.  At least 567 common words  fail to double the consonant after a short, stressed vowel,         e.g. 'habit,  very,  similar,  body,  study'.   2.   219 words have needlessly doubled consonants after unstressed vowels,          e.g. 'account,  terrific,   immense, occur, hurrah', undermining their regular use, as in:                accurate,  terror,   simmer,   occupy,  hurry.      3.  Nearly 200 words end with a surplus –e: (give, promise – cf.spiv drive; surprise tennis).   4.  Around 200 words have irregular spellings for a, e, i, o and u  (plait, bread,  pretty, cough, touch),         sometimes with missing doubled consonants as well (many, women, sausage, money).   5. At least 665 words do not use the long vowel method, of 'male, mere, mile,  mole, mule':           87 for long a (late - wait, straight, eight),  373 long e (eke – seek, speak, shriek) - [e-e is used just in 86 words],          79 long i (while - style, whilst, island, height), 100 long o (mole – bowl, roll, soul),           26 long u (use - youth, juice, feud, lewd,  beauty, Tuesday).   All common words affected by the five irregularities are shown below in the following order:   1) Omitted consonant doubling;  2) Needless consonant doubling; 3) Surplus -e endings;

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A history of the Peckham Boys - from the Giggs era to Zone 2/Hitsquad (Part 2)

Part 2 of the history of Peckham in south London. From the early Peckham Boys era to Zone 2. This part covers Peckham from 2009 to 2013 (the start of the Zone 2/Hitsquad era).

  • For Part 1 of the 'History of Peckham' click here
  • For Part 3 of the 'History of Peckham' click here

(For the history of Brixton's 410 click here)

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2008

A brief recap of 2008 in Peckham. The year was marked by improving relations with Ghetto Boys (Lewisham) on one side, and worsening relations with Brixton on the other.

Recap of improving Ghetto-Peckham relations in 2008

Following major internal divisions within the Ghetto Boys, the decades-long beef between the Peckham Boys and Ghetto Boys had ended. The end of the beef was publicly announced by Giggs when he dropped the 'Ruthless Freestyle' in early 2008. That was a major moment in South London street history, as one of London's worst street wars came to an end.

In August 2008, Killa Ki (OPB) organised the linkup of Peckham Boys and Ghetto Boys members for the Notting Hill Carnival. Up to 180 members from both gangs linked up and started making their way to the carnival, but the police stopped them before they could reach it: Ghetto Boys 2 Peckham Boys - South East Link Up - Carnival

In the song 'Black Gang' released in late 2008, Killa Ki shouts out Toner (YGB) - a Ghetto Boys member who was jailed for murder following a shootout and didn't snitch, despite not firing the fatal shot.

Recap of worsening Brixton v Peckham relations in 2008

There were various back and forth shootings between Peckham (SI/PYG) and Brixton (OC/GAS) in 2008. In one infamous incident, OC members caught SI members slipping on Walworth Road and shot at them as they ran for co

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My Super Long, Awkward, Crazy Story Of Finding Out I'm Bi (& Ending with Tears)

Ok so, this is a bit of a LONG story, well...a L O N G story. But, it's been basically my entire life for most of highschool. It's ok if it's too long to read, it just feels so good getting this off my chest.

I'm a cis guy, throughout most my life I've always identified as straight, and growing up in a conservative household I never really questioned it. Looking back, I may have had a couple bi-curious moments growing up, but I definitely always had a strong attraction towards women.

Then, sometime in 10th grade after a couple failed relationships with random chicks that I just didn't click with, I met this trans girl, we'll call her Amelia, through a mutual friend. We smoked a little bit of weed in a cemetery in the woods (Sorry, hippy) and I really started developing a crush on her (Note: I'm not invalidating trans people, trans women are women and trans men are men :D) but it really confused me for the longest time, I had never felt anything like that before. Eventually, I just said fuck it and asked her out. I was madly in love with this girl, Amelia was strictly a woman to me and I cherished her. I had a couple asshats try and harass me for it in class like once or twice, but I didn't deal with that shit and shut 'em up fast. One night, me and her, well...(Pardon the nsfw lmao) Tried something different and...I enjoyed it. We were together for a lil bit but things eventually didn't work out between me and her and we split up.

Flash forward to me sitting in math class a couple months later. I'm just listening to music in my headphones, not caring about anything mathematics and trying to make out cannibal corpse lyrics, and a guy in the front of the class stands up. Without a second thought, my brain goes "He's kinda cute tho..." Followed by an immediate "WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST THINK!???"

My (now ex) girlfriend, who we'll call Penelope, asked me out at the end of the summer between 10th &11th grade, and I said yes. Me and her were best friends for like 6 months beforehand and we had great chemistry together. The only problem was, my gay urges never went away. They weren't really that much of a problem until I started liking one of my friends (We'll call him Douglas for privacy sake)

It was s o o o bad, complete torture. I'm part of a really tight knit friend group who hangs out every weekend and every weekend I'd see Douglas. I just kept suppressing and suppressing to try and save my relationship but it just only made it worse.

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[Lyrics] [Discussion] [Writing Tools] "Lorem Ipsum" and "Pre-Made Bar Line Templates"

Somebody else made another thread that was asking "What's your Writing Process?"

I use SEVERAL methods to enhance or influence my writing.

Poetry Pool Method --- Helps me keep from losing a good set of bars to the vapor of my foggy ass ADHD brain.

Pre-Typed Out Bar Lines --- Helps me to maintain a set structure for how the song is built before I've even got anything wrote down.

Lorem Ipsum --- Filler / junk text. Visual Aid for helping to determine Bar Lengths.

AN IMPORTANT THING TO UNDERSTAND: Just because your bar lengths might stretch a little bit beyond the Word Wrap of your phone screen, it does not mean that it's a bad bar!!!

It's heavily dependent on your personal flow and your ability to modify and dictate your cadence as you say the individual syllables within a line. Not everything has to be 100 percent lined up like the Lorem Ipsum text, it's never gunna be totally perfectly matched lengths. It's more just a visual aid and a suggestion on how to not make your bars so long that they can't possibly be spoken before the change over to the next 1...2...3...4

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What IS the Poetry Pool Method???

Well, what it means is... no matter what - if I come up with two bars or several bars in my head I will try my best to save that shit somewhere, like in a pocket scribble book (I just found this dope little Super Mario Land pocket notebook at Goodwill for 99 cents) and I will bring a mechanical pencil with me (Gotta be able to ERASE son!!!) and I will jot down whatever comes into my head while I'm out walking or riding my Fuzion Scooter.

With randomly inspired bars, I just write em down without any Bar Numbers (01 to 16), the bar numbers aren't really at all necessary until I'm actually tryna turn all the disjointed bars into a full fledged song (16 bar verse, 4 or 8 bar chorus, Intro and Outro are optional, Bridge is also optional).

Like for instance, I just had this set of bars jump into my head. (Please don't take offense to the following shit, it's just poetry bro. I don't mean anything by it).

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Don't come lookin' tuh me, fer a shoulder tuh Cry-on-G /

All you Musical Anhedonia bitches can get the Zy-klon-B /

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No, I don't think the people who can't feel anything from music should be rounded up and exterminated, it's just lyrics!!!! CHILL...

I wrote that shit mostly out of anger towards my Ex who has Specific Musical Anhedonia (meaning that HE doesn't have any pleasure response or em

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Microphones in 2020 Synchronized lyrics

I made a synced version of the lyrics for the new album. Here's the goods for other ppl who use music players that support synchronized lyrics, like musicbee and stuff like that, so they'll scroll automatically when you play it. ok by

>[07:38.05]The true state of all things:
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>[07:50.72]I keep on not dying, the sun keeps on rising.
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>[07:57.66]I remember my life as if it’s just some
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>[08:00.65]dreams that I don’t trust, burning off, layered thick,
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>[08:06.90]a cargo that I haul, wounds and loves unresolved.
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>[08:15.16]I wake up with the sun in my eyes.
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>[08:23.97]The present moment tries
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>[08:30.71]but now I’m back where I was when I was 20,
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>[08:37.71]crashing through salal alone and mumbling,
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>[08:44.41]one moment thinking I’m wise
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>[08:51.35]and in the next one I writhe,
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>[08:58.91]trying to re-remind myself of something
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>[09:03.91]learned then forgotten. Countless sunrises
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>[09:08.36]burying the things I’d figured out the day before.
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>[09:14.36]Like that I probably won’t find shelter
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>[09:17.80]in the arms of any other person
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>[09:21.86]though I will try.
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>[09:25.23]Again I’ll deny
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>[09:28.85]the blanketing sky,
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>[09:31.47]the thing I just realized
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>[09:35.38]for probably the millionth time,
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>[09:39.42]that walking with my knees trembling is
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>[09:44.29]the true state of all things.
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>[09:59.66]The true state of all things is a waterfall
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>[10:05.91]with no bottom crashing end
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>[10:09.29]and no ledge to plummet off
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>[10:12.60]full of debris and flowers,
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>[10:15.91]never not falling,
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>[10:19.60]and in it we swim and fall.
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>[10:25.79]Sometimes beside, often apart.
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>[10:33.23]It’s just chaos heaving.
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>[10:42.41]I wake up with the sun in my eyes
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>[10:48.55]beneath present moment skies,
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>[10:56.43]squinting and wondering how I got here.
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>[11:03.12]Going through the contents of my backpack,
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>[11:09.99]shaking out the dust to bring some empty space back,
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>[11:16.93]filling a long merch table with artifacts,

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A bit late, but I finally listened to Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

About a month ago I decided to put my assumptions aside and give The Black Parade a listen out of curiosity after having heard 'Teenagers' crop up in a meme. I decided to give it an A tier rating at the time but it eventually weened its way into S tier. Quite prestigious, as my favourite album of all time (Exmilitary) only makes the S- tier.

I've been meaning since to give Three Cheers a listen as a followup, as requested, but life seemed to just get in the way, so I struggled to make this review. Regardless, here it is.

Helena As with most of The Black Parade I had to look up the lyrics for this song for the first few runs through, as my Kentish self can struggle to understand some of the Jerseyite accent at times. When I did that with this song I found the story behind it. You can definitely hear Gerard's grief and bitterness coming through in his voice alone, let alone some of these lyrics. Great instrumental too. The guitar's got some great wailing going on, and the drummer does a brilliant job with building tension to some of the more emotional lines.

Give 'Em Hell, Kid Fuckin. Tune. Seriously, this song's like plastered into my brain at this point after like one or two listens. On par with House of Wolves and I honestly can't pick a favourite between the two. Bass is powerful, that lead guitar at the start is brilliant, and Gerard's vocals are some of the best I can remember given his range in this song. It was also at this point in the review that I found Gerard's concept for the album. Interesting to say the least, and I had to give it another listen to see those themes. Not complaining though. Kinda sadder on subsequent listens though.

To The End I don't know the short story this is song references, but lyrically I think he's saying goodbye to his loved one, or perhaps telling his victims to say goodbye. Can't be too sure. Not too keen on this one, but it's still pretty damn good.

YKWTDtGLUIP Right off the bat, the intro reminds me of another song, can't place it for the life of me. Also it kind of sounds like a stylistic precursor to Mama in a way. Another fucking banger. Not much else to say. Good variation between the verses but also distinct enough as a whole to illicit headbanging at the mere mention of the song's title. As for the lyrics, can't fault them. Pretty creat

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Tonight I had frightening thoughts of suicide

I'm a 25 year old guy who has his own place to live and has an OK job which pays relatively well. I'm usually a positive person, and people rarely see me sad.

But sometimes, this is nothing more than a front. I come from a family where showing emotions is unusual and mostly misunderstood, so this can be outright awkward for me. In reality, I contemplate on things - something I have done, should or shouldn't have done, remembering good and bad things that happened to me. This morning, I stumbled upon my ex-girlfriend's social media, the girl who dumped me around a year ago by ghosting. This is a complicated story, but I think we both are to blame for this - me for giving the reason, her for not being involved enough and handling the ending in such a manner. Sometimes I feel like it's nothing, and I feel OK, but sometimes I have strong surges of emotions. Doesn't make me cry or laugh, but makes me feel my heart ache. I saw those photos with her new boyfriend, I guess, and I felt happy for her. After all, she finally opened up, and, if I can judge by her effect on me, she did it because of our relationship. I felt glad such good things came out of this. I felt calm and went about my day.

I worked a night shift. We work alone at night, and it's such a job that has no customers, so no visitors either. For some reason, my mind took off and suddenly felt... Something. Anxiety, maybe. I found out some heavy music helps a lot. I'm talking Doom Eternal Ost, Meshuggah, Slayer, Pantera and many classics type of heavy. I listened to some, and I suddenly thought it sounds destructive. And I'm into metal to the core. I've never thought of it like that, and yet I just did.

I had thoughts of how miserable I am and what a proverbial swamp I am in because I'm indecisive about things and barely even try new haircuts, let alone activities. I'm into cars so much that I kinda want to buy a JDM legeng to drift on, but scared shitless of driving any car. My relationahip failed in part due to not having enough courage (she tried to get me to do snowboarding with her, but I thought of it too long, I never really told her I loved her...), and so on.

Now, I think I've always had thoughts of suicide, but they were somewhere deep inside my head, and didn't mean a thing. I could laugh it off for all I care. But this time... The thoughts felt... More tangible somehow. Nihilistic. Can't really explain it rationally, but it happened. Don't get me wrong - I'm not going to cut myself or

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I’m Lily Madwhip and I’m Being Followed By a Big, Black Dog

I’m Lily Madwhip and I’m being followed by a big, black dog.

“Hey, do you know whose dog that is?” I ask Jamal. We’re sitting on the bus and I’m looking out the window at the big, black dog that has been following me since I left the house ten minutes ago. It’s long and thin, with short fur and a pointy nose. Judging from how it looks I bet it’s hungry. I spotted it first parked on its butt in the Tennison’s front yard staring at me and I thought it was doing its doggy business. I’m not a fan of watching animals do their business, so I looked away, but as I rounded the corner onto Smiley Ave, I looked back and it was still there, just watching me walk away.

“What dog?” Jamal asks.

“The big, black dog.” It’s peeking out from behind the old, dead tree by Mr. Lawrence’s house. Lightning struck the tree four years ago and split it down the middle. Mr. Lawrence had the two halves propped up and tried to hold them together by nailing boards up it like stitches. I think he thought since the boards were made of wood and the tree was made of wood, it would reabsorb the boards or something. It didn’t. Half the tree was dead and it’s all rotten and dried up now. The other half is fine though, so it looks like a weird tree with boards leading up to the branches, half of which have no leaves. Like a ladder to the lamest treehouse.

“What big, black dog?” Jamal looks out the window with curiosity, but he seems to look everywhere but where the dog is.

I point at the dog peeking out from behind the weird tree. “The big, black dog peeking out from behind Mr. Lawrence’s weird tree.”

Jamal keeps looking in the wrong places. He pauses. “Wait, who’s Mr. Lawrence?”

I give up. “Alright, well this has been fun, thanks.”

The bus drives off and the dog watches us go. I watch the dog watch us go. It’s a watching party.

Sixth grade has been hard to deal with. Particularly the “no toys allowed” rule, which means I have to leave Paschar at home every day. I can’t even try to smuggle him into school in my backpack. I still see things before they happen from time to time, but without Paschar, I don’t always know what’s going on. I have to be on my guard all day until I get home. It’s nerve wracking.

“You seem tense,” Simone tells me. Simone is one of my best friends. She’s got orange hair but people call it red or ginger. I don’t know why they don’t just call it orange. I guess t

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What is your favorite MCR album, and why?

I'm conducting a similar survey in a few different band subreddits. For anyone answering the question, which album/b-side/EP is your favorite, and why? And what are your favorite songs off of it? For me, my favorite is Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge/Life on the Murder Scene, and my favorites are Helena, You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us In Prison, The Ghost of You, Hang 'Em High, Cemetery Drive, Bury Me in Black, and Desert Song. I like the album for its strong lyrical content and emotion. I'd like to hear the opinions of some of my fellow Killjoys as well.

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This is very lengthy, I apologize. It's 1/3 therapeutic (just getting it out), 1/3 looking for discussion from similar experiences, 1/3 an apology and confusing mess. Here it goes...

For starters, I've made a throwaway account for this. I have a very active regular account but don't want this tied to it. I am married, but not to my TF. I love my husband dearly, and don't want him to stumble across this post via my account. It would surely confuse and hurt him, and I have no desire to do either of those things. This isn't some post where I ask for advice about whether I pursue my TF; I'm very happily married and would never jeopardize what we have. The TF experience can be haunting, though, and it just never seems to fade. I'm writing this in the hope of expelling these overwhelming emotions I'm struggling through, although I fear it won't really help. Onto my story, I suppose.

I met him 13 years ago. We were both 17, and, ironically enough, met at a school called Futures. I had a boyfriend at the time, but couldn't help but notice him in the halls or during lunch. He sat at my table during lunch one day and said something along the lines of, "Who the fuck are you?" I'm sure he remembers exactly what it was he said, and he could laugh to you all about my shitty memory. Honestly, it saddens me that I don't remember exactly what the exchange was between us.

We became fast friends. I quickly developed feelings for him, confusing, strong feelings, and did my best to ignore them. I was in a relationship after all. We had the strangest connection. We could easily finish each other's sentences. Knew what the other was thinking. We could communicate in math class without hardly saying a word. It was wild considering I only really saw him in the morning before school, that one class, and lunch. And it was only one quarter of the school year! I spent a lot of energy ignoring everything I felt while also being so inseparably drawn to him.

He graduated at the end of quarter, and asked for my home phone number (I didn't have a cell phone). (I think I lied to him about this fact, I can't remember anymore; I lied to him about a lot of things I was too cowardly to face for a long time, but eventually told him everything. This one may have slipped past though, as it wasn't as big as other things I hid.) I wrote my home phone down, but purposefully changed a single number. Because I was scared what future contact would bring. I wouldn't have the safe setting of a school to contain my confusing emotions.

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The Book in the Graveyard

Today I went on a hike. It didn't last any longer than 3 hours, plus a hour drive there and back. I saw it online, rumored to be haunted. You would take a trail past a small, gated graveyard and five old, "haunted" houses. From point A to B it was a 6.5 mile hike, so 13 miles all together. I hiked it pretty fast and on my way passing the graveyard for the second time I noticed something.

It was a worn, brown leather book. It was leaning against a large grave stone that was a perfect triangle. I let curiosity take control of me as I went to open the black, ordinite fence. It let out a high pitched squeal of resistance but I forced the rusty hinges.

As I take my first step into the cemetery, I instantly feel a change in the temperature. I was sweating earlier but now, now its sweet relief. The temperature drops 20⁰, but it doesn't matter to me. I'm still hooked onto the mysterious book. Careful not to step on anyone's grave, I get closer, and closer to the book. I kneel down to the triangular gravestone and get greeted with goosebumps. Curiosity hasn't let go of me yet. I cautiously take the book in hand.

I feel the tough leather against my palms, the old spine against my finger tips. I trace out faded gold lettering on the cover. I can barely make out the letters, but I know deep in my gut what it says.

The golden letters spell out: L O N T I L L A . I wonder what it means. Now I'm dying to find out what's inside. Without hesitation I open the book to the first page. The paper is all wrinkled and stained lightly with small darker patches on them. I skim through the first page.


Dear Diary, October 12th, 1789

The War of Tuzicopa has already begun. I didn't mean for things to get this real. So many children have died this month. I'm the reason my dear sister, Kali, lost her lover. I'm so sorry, so, so sorry. I'm the reason parents are crying over their beloved, dead children. I'm the reason why there's so many orphans. All I wanted was for Jin to die. I hate him, he said he loved me. We had two kids together, but that ment nothing to him. One night he came home so drunk that he ended up killing my youngest baby, Noridell. I was so scared of him, I couldn't tell anyone else this, but I took my other child and ran. He found us, and proclaimed that he is to be wedded to another. I went to a witch and she summoned a monster that fed off of hate. It killed him and my other child. -Yours truly, Lontilla


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did we get it yet? anyways, here's a bunch of words

spooky welcome birds pets gaping unequaled sophisticated near abaft confess fireman ugly squeak icicle accurate magenta alike bucket prefer kaput icky silk book decorous baseball step slave lean advice naive carry gusty spark snobbish new launch general honey vanish potato gleaming merciful board complex wacky knowing trashy foregoing undesirable type absorbing dad swift telling abounding fold brawny trucks examine trip tightfisted station bomb x-ray street rub excite gaze touch tawdry destruction wrong tire tan expect zonked exchange smooth minister rampant zephyr pause writing glib glossy move detail overwrought flame fail happen bubble amazing mice bake trains vigorous pear unite dime psychedelic geese request authority orange thoughtless hunt flowers voiceless work clammy eager count tax books soak kittens cloistered mighty corn button rat bump belong hole puny fast afterthought mailbox rifle chunky creature sparkling shallow basketball dirty pine base bulb adjustment obsolete wheel ill-informed crack weigh inform flow tedious tough crib regular optimal decisive zany arithmetic nippy forgetful paint hot rigid rail debt page flap rot even wool twist aunt erratic nation connection deranged table double colour influence rob friction parsimonious summer achiever circle matter enormous chess observant cent faithful bed walk enjoy black-and-white beautiful jagged nest pump rabbits chemical low poke elfin damp tickle jazzy top distinct vivacious learn growth part awake water irritating marked waiting breath scale advise babies smart string wet burn damaging dock jumbled

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Drunk Hauntings (Part 1)

WeWatchedAMovie had modest beginnings but only got bigger. We were just two guys making a YouTube channel… one about horror movies. That was our plot. Again, nothing special or different than the hundreds of other channels… Except for one thing: me and J got drunk. Both of us watched the movies and reviewed them. That was our niche. And Goddamn, we were born for it.

Born and raised in small town Kentucky, we’d been doing this channel for well over ten years now. Through this time, the horror genre had changed. YouTube blew up. Our channel hit a hundred thousand subscribers… But J and I never changed. We’d been bros since high school and only grew closer through our YouTube “careers.”

Now in our early 30s, J and I considered branching out. Not leaving YouTube or WeWatchedAMovie behind. Just a way to broaden our shared horror passion. I was married with two young daughters, J was divorced and constantly broke. But new content equaled more cash. So fuck it, we decided to do a spin-off.

And why not? We made a nice team. I was a goofball with an athletic frame minus the beer belly. J the shorter, smartass sidekick. Our comedy meshed as did our review styles. Beyond the YouTube hijinks, I wanted to be a writer. And with that, I looked for the artistic merits to horror cinema. Even the shittier movies. J, on the other hand, stayed a fucking cynic. The guy more relentless than a movie snob on steroids.

So here we were in January. Mike and J down and out and pondering ideas. The two of us were the lone producers so we had to figure out the ultimate question: What else could we do with horror and booze? Inspired by a couple of twelve-packs and binging Ghost Adventures over the weekend, the idea hit us both at the same time: Drunk Hauntings. Yeah, that’s right. J and I were gonna take our traveling band throughout the country. On a tour of terror. Booze, ghosts. All of it on a livestream! And best of all by spending the night at haunted houses, we wouldn’t even have to spend anything on hotel fare.

This lightning bolt idea energized us. Within a few days, we told our Patreon members the plan. Only we had someone particular in mind for our premiere episode. A NoSleep writer who sometimes lurked in our comments. The long-distance bromance we shared with rhonnie14 hit its culmination.

Yeah, we obviously didn’t “know” the guy in person. Rhonnie was a horror writer out in Georgia. A damn good one bu

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If you’re trying to stan MCR but you don’t know what you need to listen to, here is a guide to help you choose a song

WARNING: the following list was very professionally made. It’s so accurate, it would make you cringe.

If you don’t want to reach the peak of obsessing, listen to SING

If you want your mom to grab her slippers and give you a few claps on your cheeks, listen to Destroya

If you hate Gerard’s voice, listen to Romance

If you’re American, listen to goodnight dr.Death

If you love X rays, listen to Cancer

If you’re obsessed with the periodic table, listen to Na Na Na Na

If you want to destroy your eardrums with honey, listen to bury me in black

If you work on a cemetery, listen to cemetery drive

If you put black eyeliner all the time and hate it when your mom yells at you for putting her slippers outside, listen to I’m not okay

If you’re dyslexic, listen to you have literally no idea what horrific actions they commit on grown men similar to us in some way in prison

If you’re a true fan of MCR, listen to their best song: At the end. The lyrics go “oh well imagine. As I’m pacing around the church corridor....”you know the rest.

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here we go again

some more words

  1. breath
  2. crawl
  3. pass
  4. reject
  5. glistening
  6. slimy
  7. lighten
  8. shake
  9. fearless
  10. homeless
  11. iron
  12. versed
  13. separate
  14. appliance
  15. magenta
  16. animal
  17. chivalrous
  18. behave
  19. place
  20. plug
  21. attend
  22. thoughtless
  23. exclusive
  24. pickle
  25. release
  26. honey
  27. bake
  28. berry
  29. sleep
  30. deranged
  31. press
  32. flippant
  33. torpid
  34. fowl
  35. enjoy
  36. chemical
  37. wretched
  38. sun
  39. color
  40. imminent
  41. happy
  42. classy
  43. star
  44. quarrelsome
  45. circle
  46. wacky
  47. plot
  48. nebulous
  49. texture
  50. grab
  51. rate
  52. bait
  53. yak
  54. scrub
  55. bead
  56. strange
  57. brake
  58. sheet
  59. concentrate
  60. obnoxious
  61. position
  62. vacation
  63. lunch
  64. proud
  65. juggle
  66. necessary
  67. alleged
  68. tasteful
  69. slippery
  70. meaty
  71. marble
  72. wrestle
  73. eggnog
  74. incompetent
  75. bless
  76. zonked
  77. cars
  78. shrug
  79. smell
  80. omniscient
  81. knowledge
  82. event
  83. billowy
  84. cent
  85. perfect
  86. garrulous
  87. jeans
  88. quiet
  89. eyes
  90. dust
  91. relation
  92. please
  93. advertisement
  94. noxious
  95. complete
  96. tendency
  97. scribble
  98. agreement
  99. voracious
  100. encourage
  101. beds
  102. sore
  103. bulb
  104. borrow
  105. curve
  106. mountain
  107. language
  108. evanescent
  109. unequaled
  110. wonder
  111. gamy
  112. pot
  113. reason
  114. rough
  115. rapid
  116. shy
  117. grandmother
  118. step
  119. grate
  120. overwrought
  121. assorted
  122. rejoice
  123. holistic
  124. brief
  125. calendar
  126. sin
  127. peep
  128. abashed
  129. half
  130. remain
  131. lovely
  132. labored
  133. numberless
  134. deceive
  135. military
  136. instrument
  137. super
  138. woman
  139. waiting
  140. rude
  141. muddle
  142. panoramic
  143. squeamish
  144. aunt
  145. disappear
  146. railway
  147. buzz
  148. coach
  149. ignorant
  150. winter
  151. repulsive
  152. crook
  153. hypnotic
  154. wanting
  155. wakeful
  156. coherent
  157. deserve
  158. maniacal
  159. yawn
  160. retire
  161. mixed
  162. furniture
  163. moon
  164. pipe
  165. advice
  166. male
  167. murder
  168. inquisitive
  169. ruthless
  170. vigorous
  171. money
  172. wiggly
  173. dad
  174. front
  175. laugh
  176. wicked
  177. noise
  178. tumble
  179. hair
  180. cable
  181. hapless
  182. aberrant
  183. damaging
  184. sweater
  185. tremble
  186. average
  187. well-made
  188. tearful
  189. brown
  190. giddy
  191. salty
  192. unwieldy
  193. rainstorm
  194. excellent
  195. mess up
  196. rod
  197. look
  198. gather
  199. lyrical
  200. grape
  201. snow
  202. zippy
  203. cheap
  204. free
  205. level
  206. belong
  207. scratch
  208. chicken
  209. cute 210
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Dream MCR Setlist For Reunion Show

There's no way I wasn't doing this, the reunion is here, I'm writing my dream setlist.

  1. Disenchanted

I know, it's a bit weird but hear me out. Six years! Six whole years! It's like they're starting over again and it would be great if "it started with an alright scene." Also, after all this time, the crowd is still giving Gerard the heartache to sing. Let Mikey smile as much as he wants because he fought for this song to be on the record and let the emos cry their eyes out.

  1. Na Na Na  (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

Yes, I know this order's fucked up but again, hear me out. Smudged eyeliner running down their faces, the emos are instantly getting injected with a fuckton of adrenaline and Gerard immediately makes their emotions his play thing. Also, 2019, duh!

  1. Welcome To The Black Parade

G NOTE! HLDUYDYKAYKLLDU! Still full of adrenaline from na na na, the emos are ready to hear their national anthem live for the first time in six years. It's time to scream CARRY ON! They're carrying on after this whole time and it'd be our duty as fabulous killjoys to let them know we're all carrying on with them.

  1. I'm Not Okay

The energy is about to cause an earthquake in California because the atmosphere this song creates is incredible. Watch the 2011 Reading and Leeds performance and you'll know what I mean. They've been gone six years and now it's time to welcome them back and what better way to do it than with theirfirst song that really blew up?

  1. Planetary  (GO!)

Screaming, check. Crying, check. Dancing? This is the song that proves that they can do anything they want, they aren't just this dark, screaming, angry group of emos, they can be bright and colourful, Gerard can dance, Ray! It's time to show the world what they can do.

  1. I Don't Love You

Proved the emo stereotypes wrong? Good. Now it's time to perform one of the most emo songs in the most emo way and cry scream the crowd to death.

  1. Cancer

Let's slow the fuck down for a sec. Calm. Remain calm. A sad slow song to get the emos crying again is exactly what they need before Gerard shits out his vocal chords and vomits up his lungs. Also, it's crucial that they play this song as after six long years they need to remind us it their's and they do it better than Twenty One Pilots.

  1. The Ghost Of You

Everyone still crying over cancer? Good because now it's time to communicate with the dead and if it's half as good as when they performed it in LA in 2010, it'll prov

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Metal Down Under: An Introduction to Australian Meta

G'day all,

Some of you might remember me as the guy doing the PhD on Aussie Extreme metal. I wanted to write a series of posts acting as a primer for Aussie metal as a whole and then some more specific styles; I've just done a literature review of the academic literature on Australian metal, so here's a 'literature review' of the musical literature if you like. I hope that this helps people discover some of the amazing bands we have here, and perhaps helps some of the more experienced folk find new bands! I'd like to give a big thanks to everyone who responded to my posts a few months ago giving suggestions for Australian bands. A special shout-out goes to u/AveLucifer in particular for a huge amount of help suggesting bands, making suggestions on the structure and Lo-Fi Black metal and potentially co-writing some later sections of this.

Here's how the posts will be structured (links to be provided as the posts are written):

1: An introduction to Australian metal, and the big bands that sound like other bands [This Post]

2: Developing Australian metal: Origins, traditional bands and Aussie thrash

3: Aussie Prog/melodeath

4: Aussie death/grind

5: Aussie war, 'blackslash' (black/death/thrash/etc. hybrids) and lo-fi BM

6: QLD Occult bands

The idea is that people can get a broad overview of Aussie metal, but can also jump into the sections that discuss specific styles or bands that they like or are interested in. Please note that this means that some of our really important and excellent bands will be covered in later posts, so please don't jump down my throat yelling that I forgot X band. ^^^You ^^^can ^^^do ^^^that ^^^after ^^^the ^^^final ^^^post. I'm going to give each band that I discuss a 'FFO' recommendation to help situate them with bands you might know. Some of our really big bands that I expect most people to know will also include an 'If I liked this Aussie band, I might also like the following Aussie band(s)' to try and connect people with some of the lesser-known bands in various styles. I'd love for people in the comments to add to sections like this if they can, because I certainly don't know every band and would love to connect people with more

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Shortcut

"And I looked, and beheld a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him."
–Book of Revelation 6:8


"Alert: traffic ahead. Estimated travel time has increased by 15 minutes."

Simon sighed and drummed his fingers on his steering wheel. The traffic wasn't "ahead" so much as it was "here," no matter what the GPS thought. He was sitting in the middle of it, creeping forward at what felt like a walking pace. He'd tried to leave late in the day to avoid the traffic, but clearly other people had had the same idea.

"Alert: traffic ahead. Estimated travel time has increased by 7 minutes."

I didn't even want to be here, thought Simon. His sister's annual tacky sweater party was not, to his mind, a good enough reason to drive four hours up interstate 95. But it was family tradition, as his mother had acerbically reminded him over the phone, and not having her harp on him for months on end was absolutely a good enough reason for a four-hour drive.

Or so it had seemed at the time. Now, drifting along at dusk in a river of brake lights, Simon was reconsidering.

"Alert: traffic ahead. Estimated travel time has increased by 28 minutes."

Simon angrily rapped the "find alternate routes" button, not for the first time on this trip. As before, the GPS paused for a moment before responding with a cheery, "No better route found!" in its unpleasant near-human voice.

"Try again!" Simon snarled, hammering on the button as if hitting it multiple times would make it work harder or find something new. Deep breaths, he remembered, calming himself. Getting mad at inanimate objects is foolish and unproductive. My energies can be better spent by considering the situation and searching–

"New route found!" chirped the GPS, interrupting Simon's train of thought. "Estimated arrival time: 6:52 PM. Would you like to take this?"

A wash of relief hit Simon. "Yes!" he exclaimed, tapping the "OK" prompt. The line on the map shifted, veering off to the right.

"In one quarter mile, exit onto Old Chapel Road."

With a happy sigh, Simon maneuvered his way over and exited the freeway traffic jam. Driving even thirty-five miles per hour on the two-lane road was an almost palpable joy after the freeway's glacial pace. He had barely gotten up to speed, though, when a crossroads appeared ahead, marked by a stop sign. On the right side of the road stood a dilapidated gas station, in poor enough condition that Simon was unsure if it was

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Ghost Rider in the Sky

My brother and I made a pact that we would never speak about what happened to us a year ago to anyone...ever. And for a year, I have kept my end of that pact. I haven't even spoken with him about the matter. But my health - both physical and mental, has suffered and continues to suffer under the weight of this secret. I realize now that if I don't relieve myself of this burden, if I don't try to find answers, I'll be next for the grave. And I'm not ready to die... especially not now, after what I've seen.

Imagine experiencing a series of events for which you have no frame of reference - a series of events that defies explanation. What would you do? Who would you talk to? A doctor? A close friend? A preacher?

To what end? That's what I have continued to ask myself. A doctor would tell me that it was a creation of my distressed mind, perhaps a shared hallucination by two people linked by blood and tragedy. A close friend would listen with concern, all outward appearances of sympathy masking that staunchly skeptical inner voice we all have. A preacher would dismiss it as Satan's trickery and mayhem, and encourage me to pray to God.

Well, I have prayed. For twelve long months, I've prayed. And God has been silent. So, now I have no choice but to break my brother's confidence and seek comfort, and maybe answers, outside of the God I've worshipped all of my life.

My dad died of a heart attack last September. The doctors called it a "widowmaker." His left anterior descending artery was almost completely blocked. The survival rate of a widowmaker heart attack for victims who do not receive care within 90 minutes is 12%. Modern medicine can do nothing in such a circumstance for a man who lives alone on 25 acres of land in rural Mississippi. He was found by a neighbor, laying facedown in a field beside his tractor. By that time, he was cold and stiff. The doctors estimated that he'd already been dead 5-6 hours when his body was finally discovered.

I don't need to go into the devastation I felt when I received the call. But it is pertinent to my tale that you know how close my brother and I were to my dad. You see, my mother died when I was very young, and Dad took on the challenge of single-fatherhood with a fierce determination. My brother and I never wanted for anything, including Dad's companionship and care. He never remarried, so my childhood is full of memories of us - three Musketeers watching movies, playing board games, and joy riding in Dad's pickup t

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Ghost Rider in the Sky

My brother and I made a pact that we would never speak about what happened to us a year ago to anyone...ever. And for a year, I have kept my end of that pact. I haven't even spoken with him about the matter. But my health - both physical and mental, has suffered and continues to suffer under the weight of this secret. I realize now that if I don't relieve myself of this burden, if I don't try to find answers, I'll be next for the grave. And I'm not ready to die... especially not now, after what I've seen.

Imagine experiencing a series of events for which you have no frame of reference - a series of events that defies explanation. What would you do? Who would you talk to? A doctor? A close friend? A preacher?

To what end? That's what I have continued to ask myself. A doctor would tell me that it was a creation of my distressed mind, perhaps a shared hallucination by two people linked by blood and tragedy. A close friend would listen with concern, all outward appearances of sympathy masking that staunchly skeptical inner voice we all have. A preacher would dismiss it as Satan's trickery and mayhem, and encourage me to pray to God.

Well, I have prayed. For twelve long months, I've prayed. And God has been silent. So, now I have no choice but to break my brother's confidence and seek comfort, and maybe answers, outside of the God I've worshipped all of my life.

My dad died of a heart attack last September. The doctors called it a "widowmaker." His left anterior descending artery was almost completely blocked. The survival rate of a widowmaker heart attack for victims who do not receive care within 90 minutes is 12%. Modern medicine can do nothing in such a circumstance for a man who lives alone on 25 acres of land in rural Mississippi. He was found by a neighbor, laying facedown in a field beside his tractor. By that time, he was cold and stiff. The doctors estimated that he'd already been dead 5-6 hours when his body was finally discovered.

I don't need to go into the devastation I felt when I received the call. But it is pertinent to my tale that you know how close my brother and I were to my dad. You see, my mother died when I was very young, and Dad took on the challenge of single-fatherhood with a fierce determination. My brother and I never wanted for anything, including Dad's companionship and care. He never remarried, so my childhood is full of memories of us - three Musketeers watching movies, playing board games, and joy riding in Dad's pickup t

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Why You Should Give Cemetery Drive Another Listen

(If you need to talk, I’m here)

This song. It hits. It gives me chills, and makes me cry. Now, I already rambled about I’m Not Okay (I Promise). Now prepare for me to ramble about this song.

Cemetery Drive is an underrated masterpiece. Let’s forget the vocals. The instrumental is beautiful, and manages to make me cry, even without the lyrics. Everything fits together so perfectly. Now, the lyrics. Talk about a way to make a broken person cry. The lyrics are so relatable for me, it’s so true.

“Singing songs that make you slit your wrists It isn't that much fun.”

So true, and so heartbreaking. My Chemical Romance has helped me stray away from this, now I can just vent and scream and cry without hurting myself.

“Is this what you always want me for?”

I am nothing but a pawn to others. This makes me start bawling like a baby, even though I’m 13. First, I’m wanted for love, to only find out I was a pawn to make themselves feel better. Then, I am wanted for my art, and I still am. Nobody cares about how I feel, I’ll slave endlessly over my art to see people smile. Even if they hate it, I’ll just laugh and redo it. It’s what they want. Now, I am a trophy. Nothing but a trophy. You steal my achievements and drag me around. Nobody wants me for me. At least, until my best friend came around. Though it worries me everyday I’m not doing good enough for her.

If you like lyrics that hit hard in a song, this is the song for you. I can guarantee if you don’t cry, you’ll at least feel like you are about to.

This may sound similar to another post, but this song makes me drown out my feelings. But in a different way. I’ll sit in my room and listen to this song, and tear apart a single piece of paper. Why one piece you ask? Because it’s like a little piece of my stress being tossed to the ground. Forgotten, I can smile a little. And then, when all my stress is torn apart, I will discard the paper just like I want to discard my stress- but unlike the paper, heh, the stress comes back.

Once again, I know this may sound weird. I may not know you, but I know you all are great. If anyone needs to talk, I’m here. Let me be your punching bag. Come at me and scream and yell, I’ll listen and give you a hug. It’ll be okay.

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Drunk Hauntings (Part 1/2)

WeWatchedAMovie had modest beginnings but only got bigger. We were just two guys making a YouTube channel… one about horror movies. That was our plot. Again, nothing special or different than the hundreds of other channels… Except for one thing: me and J got drunk. Both of us watched the movies and reviewed them. That was our niche. And Goddamn, we were born for it.

Born and raised in small town Kentucky, we’d been doing this channel for well over ten years now. Through this time, the horror genre had changed. YouTube blew up. Our channel hit a hundred thousand subscribers… But J and I never changed. We’d been bros since high school and only grew closer through our YouTube “careers.”

Now in our early 30s, J and I considered branching out. Not leaving YouTube or WeWatchedAMovie behind. Just a way to broaden our shared horror passion. I was married with two young daughters, J was divorced and constantly broke. But new content equaled more cash. So fuck it, we decided to do a spin-off.

And why not? We made a nice team. I was a goofball with an athletic frame minus the beer belly. J the shorter, smartass sidekick. Our comedy meshed as did our review styles. Beyond the YouTube hijinks, I wanted to be a writer. And with that, I looked for the artistic merits to horror cinema. Even the shittier movies. J, on the other hand, stayed a fucking cynic. The guy more relentless than a movie snob on steroids.

So here we were in January. Mike and J down and out and pondering ideas. The two of us were the lone producers so we had to figure out the ultimate question: What else could we do with horror and booze? Inspired by a couple of twelve-packs and binging Ghost Adventures over the weekend, the idea hit us both at the same time: Drunk Hauntings. Yeah, that’s right. J and I were gonna take our traveling band throughout the country. On a tour of terror. Booze, ghosts. All of it on a livestream! And best of all by spending the night at haunted houses, we wouldn’t even have to spend anything on hotel fare.

This lightning bolt idea energized us. Within a few days, we told our Patreon members the plan. Only we had someone particular in mind for our premiere episode. A NoSleep writer who sometimes lurked in our comments. The long-distance bromance we shared with rhonnie14 hit its culmination.

Yeah, we obviously didn’t “know” the guy in person. Rhonnie was a horror writer out in Georgia. A damn good one b

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I’m Lily Madwhip and I’m Being Followed By a Big, Black Dog

I’m Lily Madwhip and I’m being followed by a big, black dog.

“Hey, do you know whose dog that is?” I ask Jamal. We’re sitting on the bus and I’m looking out the window at the big, black dog that has been following me since I left the house ten minutes ago. It’s long and thin, with short fur and a pointy nose. Judging from how it looks I bet it’s hungry. I spotted it first parked on its butt in the Tennison’s front yard staring at me and I thought it was doing its doggy business. I’m not a fan of watching animals do their business, so I looked away, but as I rounded the corner onto Smiley Ave, I looked back and it was still there, just watching me walk away.

“What dog?” Jamal asks.

“The big, black dog.” It’s peeking out from behind the old, dead tree by Mr. Lawrence’s house. Lightning struck the tree four years ago and split it down the middle. Mr. Lawrence had the two halves propped up and tried to hold them together by nailing boards up it like stitches. I think he thought since the boards were made of wood and the tree was made of wood, it would reabsorb the boards or something. It didn’t. Half the tree was dead and it’s all rotten and dried up now. The other half is fine though, so it looks like a weird tree with boards leading up to the branches, half of which have no leaves. Like a ladder to the lamest treehouse.

“What big, black dog?” Jamal looks out the window with curiosity, but he seems to look everywhere but where the dog is.

I point at the dog peeking out from behind the weird tree. “The big, black dog peeking out from behind Mr. Lawrence’s weird tree.”

Jamal keeps looking in the wrong places. He pauses. “Wait, who’s Mr. Lawrence?”

I give up. “Alright, well this has been fun, thanks.”

The bus drives off and the dog watches us go. I watch the dog watch us go. It’s a watching party.

Sixth grade has been hard to deal with. Particularly the “no toys allowed” rule, which means I have to leave Paschar at home every day. I can’t even try to smuggle him into school in my backpack. I still see things before they happen from time to time, but without Paschar, I don’t always know what’s going on. I have to be on my guard all day until I get home. It’s nerve wracking.

“You seem tense,” Simone tells me. Simone is one of my best friends. She’s got orange hair but people call it red or ginger. I don’t know why they don’t just call it orange. I

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Drunk Hauntings (Part 1/2)

WeWatchedAMovie had modest beginnings but only got bigger. We were just two guys making a YouTube channel… one about horror movies. That was our plot. Again, nothing special or different than the hundreds of other channels… Except for one thing: me and J got drunk. Both of us watched the movies and reviewed them. That was our niche. And Goddamn, we were born for it.

Born and raised in small town Kentucky, we’d been doing this channel for well over ten years now. Through this time, the horror genre had changed. YouTube blew up. Our channel hit a hundred thousand subscribers… But J and I never changed. We’d been bros since high school and only grew closer through our YouTube “careers.”

Now in our early 30s, J and I considered branching out. Not leaving YouTube or WeWatchedAMovie behind. Just a way to broaden our shared horror passion. I was married with two young daughters, J was divorced and constantly broke. But new content equaled more cash. So fuck it, we decided to do a spin-off.

And why not? We made a nice team. I was a goofball with an athletic frame minus the beer belly. J the shorter, smartass sidekick. Our comedy meshed as did our review styles. Beyond the YouTube hijinks, I wanted to be a writer. And with that, I looked for the artistic merits to horror cinema. Even the shittier movies. J, on the other hand, stayed a fucking cynic. The guy more relentless than a movie snob on steroids.

So here we were in January. Mike and J down and out and pondering ideas. The two of us were the lone producers so we had to figure out the ultimate question: What else could we do with horror and booze? Inspired by a couple of twelve-packs and binging Ghost Adventures over the weekend, the idea hit us both at the same time: Drunk Hauntings. Yeah, that’s right. J and I were gonna take our traveling band throughout the country. On a tour of terror. Booze, ghosts. All of it on a livestream! And best of all by spending the night at haunted houses, we wouldn’t even have to spend anything on hotel fare.

This lightning bolt idea energized us. Within a few days, we told our Patreon members the plan. Only we had someone particular in mind for our premiere episode. A NoSleep writer who sometimes lurked in our comments. The long-distance bromance we shared with rhonnie14 hit its culmination.

Yeah, we obviously didn’t “know” the guy in person. Rhonnie was a horror writer out in Georgia. A damn good one bu

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 9
💬︎
📅︎ Apr 29 2020
🚨︎ report
Drunk Hauntings (Part 1/2)

WeWatchedAMovie had modest beginnings but only got bigger. We were just two guys making a YouTube channel… one about horror movies. That was our plot. Again, nothing special or different than the hundreds of other channels… Except for one thing: me and J got drunk. Both of us watched the movies and reviewed them. That was our niche. And Goddamn, we were born for it.

Born and raised in small town Kentucky, we’d been doing this channel for well over ten years now. Through this time, the horror genre had changed. YouTube blew up. Our channel hit a hundred thousand subscribers… But J and I never changed. We’d been bros since high school and only grew closer through our YouTube “careers.”

Now in our early 30s, J and I considered branching out. Not leaving YouTube or WeWatchedAMovie behind. Just a way to broaden our shared horror passion. I was married with two young daughters, J was divorced and constantly broke. But new content equaled more cash. So fuck it, we decided to do a spin-off.

And why not? We made a nice team. I was a goofball with an athletic frame minus the beer belly. J the shorter, smartass sidekick. Our comedy meshed as did our review styles. Beyond the YouTube hijinks, I wanted to be a writer. And with that, I looked for the artistic merits to horror cinema. Even the shittier movies. J, on the other hand, stayed a fucking cynic. The guy more relentless than a movie snob on steroids.

So here we were in January. Mike and J down and out and pondering ideas. The two of us were the lone producers so we had to figure out the ultimate question: What else could we do with horror and booze? Inspired by a couple of twelve-packs and binging Ghost Adventures over the weekend, the idea hit us both at the same time: Drunk Hauntings. Yeah, that’s right. J and I were gonna take our traveling band throughout the country. On a tour of terror. Booze, ghosts. All of it on a livestream! And best of all by spending the night at haunted houses, we wouldn’t even have to spend anything on hotel fare.

This lightning bolt idea energized us. Within a few days, we told our Patreon members the plan. Only we had someone particular in mind for our premiere episode. A NoSleep writer who sometimes lurked in our comments. The long-distance bromance we shared with rhonnie14 hit its culmination.

Yeah, we obviously didn’t “know” the guy in person. Rhonnie was a horror writer out in Georgia. A damn good one bu

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 8
💬︎
📅︎ Apr 29 2020
🚨︎ report
Drunk Hauntings (Part 1/2)

WeWatchedAMovie had modest beginnings but only got bigger. We were just two guys making a YouTube channel… one about horror movies. That was our plot. Again, nothing special or different than the hundreds of other channels… Except for one thing: me and J got drunk. Both of us watched the movies and reviewed them. That was our niche. And Goddamn, we were born for it.

Born and raised in small town Kentucky, we’d been doing this channel for well over ten years now. Through this time, the horror genre had changed. YouTube blew up. Our channel hit a hundred thousand subscribers… But J and I never changed. We’d been bros since high school and only grew closer through our YouTube “careers.”

Now in our early 30s, J and I considered branching out. Not leaving YouTube or WeWatchedAMovie behind. Just a way to broaden our shared horror passion. I was married with two young daughters, J was divorced and constantly broke. But new content equaled more cash. So fuck it, we decided to do a spin-off.

And why not? We made a nice team. I was a goofball with an athletic frame minus the beer belly. J the shorter, smartass sidekick. Our comedy meshed as did our review styles. Beyond the YouTube hijinks, I wanted to be a writer. And with that, I looked for the artistic merits to horror cinema. Even the shittier movies. J, on the other hand, stayed a fucking cynic. The guy more relentless than a movie snob on steroids.

So here we were in January. Mike and J down and out and pondering ideas. The two of us were the lone producers so we had to figure out the ultimate question: What else could we do with horror and booze? Inspired by a couple of twelve-packs and binging Ghost Adventures over the weekend, the idea hit us both at the same time: Drunk Hauntings. Yeah, that’s right. J and I were gonna take our traveling band throughout the country. On a tour of terror. Booze, ghosts. All of it on a livestream! And best of all by spending the night at haunted houses, we wouldn’t even have to spend anything on hotel fare.

This lightning bolt idea energized us. Within a few days, we told our Patreon members the plan. Only we had someone particular in mind for our premiere episode. A NoSleep writer who sometimes lurked in our comments. The long-distance bromance we shared with rhonnie14 hit its culmination.

Yeah, we obviously didn’t “know” the guy in person. Rhonnie was a horror writer out in Georgia. A damn good one bu

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 6
💬︎
📅︎ Apr 29 2020
🚨︎ report
Drunk Hauntings (Part 1/2)

WeWatchedAMovie had modest beginnings but only got bigger. We were just two guys making a YouTube channel… one about horror movies. That was our plot. Again, nothing special or different than the hundreds of other channels… Except for one thing: me and J got drunk. Both of us watched the movies and reviewed them. That was our niche. And Goddamn, we were born for it.

Born and raised in small town Kentucky, we’d been doing this channel for well over ten years now. Through this time, the horror genre had changed. YouTube blew up. Our channel hit a hundred thousand subscribers… But J and I never changed. We’d been bros since high school and only grew closer through our YouTube “careers.”

Now in our early 30s, J and I considered branching out. Not leaving YouTube or WeWatchedAMovie behind. Just a way to broaden our shared horror passion. I was married with two young daughters, J was divorced and constantly broke. But new content equaled more cash. So fuck it, we decided to do a spin-off.

And why not? We made a nice team. I was a goofball with an athletic frame minus the beer belly. J the shorter, smartass sidekick. Our comedy meshed as did our review styles. Beyond the YouTube hijinks, I wanted to be a writer. And with that, I looked for the artistic merits to horror cinema. Even the shittier movies. J, on the other hand, stayed a fucking cynic. The guy more relentless than a movie snob on steroids.

So here we were in January. Mike and J down and out and pondering ideas. The two of us were the lone producers so we had to figure out the ultimate question: What else could we do with horror and booze? Inspired by a couple of twelve-packs and binging Ghost Adventures over the weekend, the idea hit us both at the same time: Drunk Hauntings. Yeah, that’s right. J and I were gonna take our traveling band throughout the country. On a tour of terror. Booze, ghosts. All of it on a livestream! And best of all by spending the night at haunted houses, we wouldn’t even have to spend anything on hotel fare.

This lightning bolt idea energized us. Within a few days, we told our Patreon members the plan. Only we had someone particular in mind for our premiere episode. A NoSleep writer who sometimes lurked in our comments. The long-distance bromance we shared with rhonnie14 hit its culmination.

Yeah, we obviously didn’t “know” the guy in person. Rhonnie was a horror writer out in Georgia. A damn good one b

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 15
📰︎ r/rhonnie14
💬︎
👤︎ u/rhonnie14
📅︎ Apr 10 2020
🚨︎ report
Drunk Hauntings (Part 1/2)

WeWatchedAMovie had modest beginnings but only got bigger. We were just two guys making a YouTube channel… one about horror movies. That was our plot. Again, nothing special or different than the hundreds of other channels… Except for one thing: me and J got drunk. Both of us watched the movies and reviewed them. That was our niche. And Goddamn, we were born for it.

Born and raised in small town Kentucky, we’d been doing this channel for well over ten years now. Through this time, the horror genre had changed. YouTube blew up. Our channel hit a hundred thousand subscribers… But J and I never changed. We’d been bros since high school and only grew closer through our YouTube “careers.”

Now in our early 30s, J and I considered branching out. Not leaving YouTube or WeWatchedAMovie behind. Just a way to broaden our shared horror passion. I was married with two young daughters, J was divorced and constantly broke. But new content equaled more cash. So fuck it, we decided to do a spin-off.

And why not? We made a nice team. I was a goofball with an athletic frame minus the beer belly. J the shorter, smartass sidekick. Our comedy meshed as did our review styles. Beyond the YouTube hijinks, I wanted to be a writer. And with that, I looked for the artistic merits to horror cinema. Even the shittier movies. J, on the other hand, stayed a fucking cynic. The guy more relentless than a movie snob on steroids.

So here we were in January. Mike and J down and out and pondering ideas. The two of us were the lone producers so we had to figure out the ultimate question: What else could we do with horror and booze? Inspired by a couple of twelve-packs and binging Ghost Adventures over the weekend, the idea hit us both at the same time: Drunk Hauntings. Yeah, that’s right. J and I were gonna take our traveling band throughout the country. On a tour of terror. Booze, ghosts. All of it on a livestream! And best of all by spending the night at haunted houses, we wouldn’t even have to spend anything on hotel fare.

This lightning bolt idea energized us. Within a few days, we told our Patreon members the plan. Only we had someone particular in mind for our premiere episode. A NoSleep writer who sometimes lurked in our comments. The long-distance bromance we shared with rhonnie14 hit its culmination.

Yeah, we obviously didn’t “know” the guy in person. Rhonnie was a horror writer out in Georgia. A damn good one bu

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 4
💬︎
📅︎ Apr 29 2020
🚨︎ report
THROWBACK: Drunk Hauntings (Part 1/2)

WeWatchedAMovie had modest beginnings but only got bigger. We were just two guys making a YouTube channel… one about horror movies. That was our plot. Again, nothing special or different than the hundreds of other channels… Except for one thing: me and J got drunk. Both of us watched the movies and reviewed them. That was our niche. And Goddamn, we were born for it.

Born and raised in small town Kentucky, we’d been doing this channel for well over ten years now. Through this time, the horror genre had changed. YouTube blew up. Our channel hit a hundred thousand subscribers… But J and I never changed. We’d been bros since high school and only grew closer through our YouTube “careers.”

Now in our early 30s, J and I considered branching out. Not leaving YouTube or WeWatchedAMovie behind. Just a way to broaden our shared horror passion. I was married with two young daughters, J was divorced and constantly broke. But new content equaled more cash. So fuck it, we decided to do a spin-off.

And why not? We made a nice team. I was a goofball with an athletic frame minus the beer belly. J the shorter, smartass sidekick. Our comedy meshed as did our review styles. Beyond the YouTube hijinks, I wanted to be a writer. And with that, I looked for the artistic merits to horror cinema. Even the shittier movies. J, on the other hand, stayed a fucking cynic. The guy more relentless than a movie snob on steroids.

So here we were in January. Mike and J down and out and pondering ideas. The two of us were the lone producers so we had to figure out the ultimate question: What else could we do with horror and booze? Inspired by a couple of twelve-packs and binging Ghost Adventures over the weekend, the idea hit us both at the same time: Drunk Hauntings. Yeah, that’s right. J and I were gonna take our traveling band throughout the country. On a tour of terror. Booze, ghosts. All of it on a livestream! And best of all by spending the night at haunted houses, we wouldn’t even have to spend anything on hotel fare.

This lightning bolt idea energized us. Within a few days, we told our Patreon members the plan. Only we had someone particular in mind for our premiere episode. A NoSleep writer who sometimes lurked in our comments. The long-distance bromance we shared with rhonnie14 hit its culmination.

Yeah, we obviously didn’t “know” the guy in person. Rhonnie was a horror writer out in Georgia. A damn good one bu

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 5
💬︎
📅︎ May 01 2020
🚨︎ report
Drunk Hauntings (Part 1/2)

WeWatchedAMovie had modest beginnings but only got bigger. We were just two guys making a YouTube channel… one about horror movies. That was our plot. Again, nothing special or different than the hundreds of other channels… Except for one thing: me and J got drunk. Both of us watched the movies and reviewed them. That was our niche. And Goddamn, we were born for it.

Born and raised in small town Kentucky, we’d been doing this channel for well over ten years now. Through this time, the horror genre had changed. YouTube blew up. Our channel hit a hundred thousand subscribers… But J and I never changed. We’d been bros since high school and only grew closer through our YouTube “careers.”

Now in our early 30s, J and I considered branching out. Not leaving YouTube or WeWatchedAMovie behind. Just a way to broaden our shared horror passion. I was married with two young daughters, J was divorced and constantly broke. But new content equaled more cash. So fuck it, we decided to do a spin-off.

And why not? We made a nice team. I was a goofball with an athletic frame minus the beer belly. J the shorter, smartass sidekick. Our comedy meshed as did our review styles. Beyond the YouTube hijinks, I wanted to be a writer. And with that, I looked for the artistic merits to horror cinema. Even the shittier movies. J, on the other hand, stayed a fucking cynic. The guy more relentless than a movie snob on steroids.

So here we were in January. Mike and J down and out and pondering ideas. The two of us were the lone producers so we had to figure out the ultimate question: What else could we do with horror and booze? Inspired by a couple of twelve-packs and binging Ghost Adventures over the weekend, the idea hit us both at the same time: Drunk Hauntings. Yeah, that’s right. J and I were gonna take our traveling band throughout the country. On a tour of terror. Booze, ghosts. All of it on a livestream! And best of all by spending the night at haunted houses, we wouldn’t even have to spend anything on hotel fare.

This lightning bolt idea energized us. Within a few days, we told our Patreon members the plan. Only we had someone particular in mind for our premiere episode. A NoSleep writer who sometimes lurked in our comments. The long-distance bromance we shared with rhonnie14 hit its culmination.

Yeah, we obviously didn’t “know” the guy in person. Rhonnie was a horror writer out in Georgia. A damn good one bu

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 2
📰︎ r/stayawake
💬︎
📅︎ Apr 29 2020
🚨︎ report
Drunk Hauntings (Part 1/2)

WeWatchedAMovie had modest beginnings but only got bigger. We were just two guys making a YouTube channel… one about horror movies. That was our plot. Again, nothing special or different than the hundreds of other channels… Except for one thing: me and J got drunk. Both of us watched the movies and reviewed them. That was our niche. And Goddamn, we were born for it.

Born and raised in small town Kentucky, we’d been doing this channel for well over ten years now. Through this time, the horror genre had changed. YouTube blew up. Our channel hit a hundred thousand subscribers… But J and I never changed. We’d been bros since high school and only grew closer through our YouTube “careers.”

Now in our early 30s, J and I considered branching out. Not leaving YouTube or WeWatchedAMovie behind. Just a way to broaden our shared horror passion. I was married with two young daughters, J was divorced and constantly broke. But new content equaled more cash. So fuck it, we decided to do a spin-off.

And why not? We made a nice team. I was a goofball with an athletic frame minus the beer belly. J the shorter, smartass sidekick. Our comedy meshed as did our review styles. Beyond the YouTube hijinks, I wanted to be a writer. And with that, I looked for the artistic merits to horror cinema. Even the shittier movies. J, on the other hand, stayed a fucking cynic. The guy more relentless than a movie snob on steroids.

So here we were in January. Mike and J down and out and pondering ideas. The two of us were the lone producers so we had to figure out the ultimate question: What else could we do with horror and booze? Inspired by a couple of twelve-packs and binging Ghost Adventures over the weekend, the idea hit us both at the same time: Drunk Hauntings. Yeah, that’s right. J and I were gonna take our traveling band throughout the country. On a tour of terror. Booze, ghosts. All of it on a livestream! And best of all by spending the night at haunted houses, we wouldn’t even have to spend anything on hotel fare.

This lightning bolt idea energized us. Within a few days, we told our Patreon members the plan. Only we had someone particular in mind for our premiere episode. A NoSleep writer who sometimes lurked in our comments. The long-distance bromance we shared with rhonnie14 hit its culmination.

Yeah, we obviously didn’t “know” the guy in person. Rhonnie was a horror writer out in Georgia. A damn good one bu

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 2
📰︎ r/DarkTales
💬︎
📅︎ Apr 28 2020
🚨︎ report
A few words! Hope I get it!

wander functional vest idiotic lacking dare soft rest magic jumpy top lunch level nasty uttermost fixed attack coat sticky ablaze shade pray fearless possessive childlike alert coal powerful planes call pinch health agree complete supreme drown copper alcoholic radiate suppose smart spot idea consider truck miscreant title modern prose safe shaggy examine flag intelligent summer stormy prick uninterested two nine fool decide combative voice subtract precious flap zealous laborer rhyme alive eye hammer tacit practise basketball good representative petite pleasure important spotless cub stimulating detect concentrate shrug dreary bat soup different real orange agreeable left boast dirty wasteful mix connect difficult flesh unbiased hole return design machine noisy request front warm brief stage one match wholesale influence room curtain scared spiteful stream feeling nail political back teeny-tiny paint temper tame abrasive heavenly delirious haunt scrawny learned truculent control water dam belief hurried dinosaurs homely tangy pickle tacky flippant strip scene horrible please offend horses reward merciful untidy callous men cluttered cars snail wound remove donkey arch elbow fade healthy exclusive discover credit acceptable repeat disagreeable brother handle scissors bump obese toy shrill oval complex pushy swim scientific cattle uppity terrify knife warn craven umbrella cold fear satisfy unsightly flash highfalutin cultured vulgar outgoing afterthought edge husky unusual authority meek smell window profit broad tricky bright applaud deep walk high-pitched march condition entertaining

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👍︎ 3
📰︎ r/OneWordBan
💬︎
📅︎ Jan 30 2020
🚨︎ report

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