Happy Birthday Depeche Mode with your single ‘A Question Of Lust’ released on 14|4|1986, 28 years ago (yes… it’s really that long ago) !
It is the 2nd Depeche Mode single with Martin Gore on lead vocals after the single ‘Somebody’.The B-side is an instrumental called “Christmas Island”, named after the island of the same name. It is penned by both Martin Gore and Alan Wilder and was produced by Depeche Mode themselves. The live tracks available on some versions of the single are taken from a 1984 concert in Basel, Switzerland, one of those live tracks recorded there is 'People Are People’, a song they don’t play live anymore for a long time now since that time.
Hekate’s precise nature has been chewed over and contorted since antiquity, when mortals first looked up at the new moon and felt a shiver lick down their spines as dogs howled at the dark. She is, for all intents and purposes, a liminal thing; intrinsically ambivalent, occupying the fringes of Greek polytheism more than it’s nexus. Like so many of the antique deities, Hekate is more celestial matter than organic; cosmic darkness and divine magic given skin by a goddess of nocturnal oracles and falling stars and her dog-star god of destruction husband. In the end her father was sealed in the depths of Tartarus like all the rest and her mother became an island that Zeus’ lust sent tumbling into the sea. Only Hekate then, favored by the new Lord of Olympus; she who slew Clytius during the Gigantomachy. Hekate, who led Demeter through the night to find her abducted daughter Persephone and later ministered to the young queen in how to love the dark. This was second nature, it’s what she did; arcane patroness of the moonless night whose shrine was placed before doorways and crossroads to protect against malignant spirits. Divorced from her own parents as she was, Hekate wouldn’t understand what family meant until the first time she wrapped her white arms around a mortal girl and exhaled power into her like wine from carafe to cup. The first sorceress, the first of many women who would enter her service and work her magic; her great and terrible daughters.
Her nature has always been mutable, fluid and consequently continued to transcend the geographic boundaries of her origin, even after the proclamation in Rome of the Christian Faith began a tradition of shallow graves and high pyres for her worshipers. The new world rolled in and the Grecian pantheon faded into disuse, but humanity has never fully relinquished their fascination with the occult and Hekate would feel a delicious little surge of power every time her name was sang by pagan women dancing in secret across the terrified grass or when The Bard trotted her likeness out onto the Round to misguide the ambitious Macbeth. The explosion of New Age spiritualism in the 1970s brought her roaring back into popular consciousness after decades of the modern era’s devotion to rhyme and reason had dulled superstition. She moved across the globe, lingering in places for years and setting up shops and spawning covens as she went; pagan rituals in Lancashire’s lush countryside, New Orleans and it’s french quarter all pregnant with foreign arcanum, New York with it’s trendy vegan wiccans. Its a wide new world of crossroads and phantoms and neon sign psychics around every bend. ■
Thunderbirds Are Go(ne) - a mid season hiatus rant
So, TAG Team. Saturdays are just not gonna be the same again without Thunderbirds Are Go. This show changed my life. I thought I was a huge Thundernerd before but wow my feels have just exploded and multiplied and it’s not even funny any more. It’s given my inner escapist a home to dream about (gorgeous Tracy Island), boys to lust over (Virgil, mostly), fictional brothers to care about (space pup Alan), fictional best friends with a great sense of humour (Gordon), introvert buddies (John), and big brothers to look up to (Scott). Also, Kayo could honesty be everyone’s favourite sister, but if you don’t mind, I wanna focus on the boys right now.
No one said it would be easy to be Mother Hen of International Rescue and oldest brother, but he’s trying and he’ll be damned if he gives up now - but no one is perfect and sometimes even Scott Tracy finds himself making the wrong choice, or losing his cool when the situation calls for calm and composed reasoning. I’m pretty convinced of the fact that there’s a storm of doubts and fears raging inside his mind that will eventually find a crack through which to erupt - as we’ve seen during the scene where Scott almost punched Professor Harold. But the very fact that he is prone to making mistakes and miscalculating a situation also makes him human in spite of his superhuman determination to juggle the duties of family life and International Rescue.
He may be the peacekeeper of the family, the artist and beefcake engineer, but there’s something about that lumberjack look that makes one wonder just how much Virgil Tracy is at peace with himself (as obscenelybefuddled pointed out in her Thunderbirds comparison posts). He’s the only Tracy whose hair is obviously styled to perfection which - like the whole lumberjack theme and the fact that he’s the strongest and buffest of the brothers - may or may not be a statement about masculinity (think rooster combs). That manly man shell is hiding a sweet and creative and perhaps even insecure soul, and that juxtaposition is very, very interesting. Virgil cares deeply about his brothers and encourages them to take their talents to new heights, like a typical middle sibling.
Alan is basically a precious puppy with insane astronaut skills. He is hovering between a teenager’s careless perspective of reality and an adult’s experience of how the world is not always what it seems. There’s a lot of evil out there, a lot of danger and potential harm that you can’t always bring to a good ending. Even though he may go and sulk about being told to do his homework, or having to stay put when his big brothers go out on a rescue, Alan clearly adores them to the point where they are his world, and that’s all kinds of heartbreaking/heartwarming to watch.
Beneath that cheeky, charming exterior lurks a competitive but caring soul, which is one of the things that makes Gordon so precious to me - that, and his loud Hawaiian shirts. Like Virgil, Gordon’s choice of casual wear seems to act as a buffer for emotions and memories that should stay buried and hidden. Even though the show hasn’t yet mentioned that horrific hydrofoil accident, we can assume it’ll always be part of Thunderbirds canon, and with that in mind, Gordon’s sense of humour and ability to wisecrack in any given situation may be more than just a innate talent. Humour is a way of dealing with trauma, and rescues are pretty dramatic too, so I’m pretty sure that even if his puns might drive his brothers crazy from time to time, they secretly appreciate Gordon’s role as practical jokester and wetsuit clad bundle of mischief.
Look up “enigma” in a dictionary and chances are you’ll come across a photo of John Tracy. He is more than just a precious cinnamon roll of space trash. And if we continue the outfit vs persona thread, John’s almost symbiotic relationship with his IR uniform and the awkwardness of his casual clothes are proof of how much he identifies with that role as opposed to being just a part of the Tracy family. He seems caught between two worlds: Thunderbird 5 in orbit versus Tracy Island down on Earth, as well as being the communications specialist and second oldest brother. When John flees the comfort of home to go to the office, he is actually leaving for a second home, one where he might just feel more at ease because of the distance it creates. Many people in the TAG fandom have already pointed out that John might be autistic and asexual, and I couldn’t agree more: he is certainly capable of emotions and cares very deeply about his brothers, perhaps even too much to the point where it threatens to disable his ability to think and act. John’s complex personality is one of his biggest strengths: it’s a battle between Scott and John to determine who is the actual glue that keeps this organisation and its members together when things go really, really wrong.
Phew. That’s one rant I had to get off my chest. Now, onto more fic and random screen capping.
So when I asked earlier today what y’all thought I should work on, I was VERY surprised at the responses. Both the number (wow!) and the content. The Island Resort AU was one of the mostly highly requested. It’s something I started kicking around a long time ago… I wanna say it was last summer! I’ve never quite let go of it because I love the concept but I think I got off to the wrong start with it. Here, have a read at what I wrote so far (and then, if you feel so compelled, you can let me know what you think I could do to fix it/re-energize it).
Summary: Oliver and Felicity meet on plane/at an island resort… she’s on a much needed vacation, he just got dumped at the altar.
“I deserve this. I deserve this,” Felicity Smoak muttered to herself as she removed her heels and placed them in the tray. There was something so wrong about standing in ones stocking feet in the middle of a dirty airport. The only thing that made it slightly better was everyone had to do it. She exchanged a sympathetic grimace with the man in the security line next to her, who was doing the same with his shoes and looking equally aggravated.
It wasn’t the demoralizing trek through airport security that she deserved. Rather it was what lay at the end of the of this 15 hour ordeal that Felicity knew she was owed. Ahead of her she had two weeks of sun, sand and relaxation. At first, she’d been reluctant to indulge on this tropical vacation but her boss had insisted she take some time off and her friends had all urged her to splurge.
Summary: Set during season 2, Oliver finds out about some
of the rumors being spread about Felicity after he hires her as his EA,
and how he reacts. Based on the prompt: “Don’t you listen to them.
Don’t you ever listen to them.”