new era of man

oh my god.. is it true??? is he dead?? is hugh hefer, the devil incarnate, one of the most truly evil, vile, disgusting men to ever walk this earth, finally dead?? The man who is the embodiment of the worst of patriarchy, the man who lead society in to a new era of hell for women, the man who built a fortune off of sexually exploiting, coercing, dehumanizing, raping, and hurting women, is his body really rotting at this moment? is this finally happening??

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Lacuna Coil - “You Love Me ‘Cause I Hate You”

Third music video in the Delirium series. Watch “Delirium” [x] “Blood, Tears, Dust” [x] and “You Love Me ‘Cause I Hate You” [x]

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“Loid took a deep breath.  “Once upon a time there was a small city of magical creatures, far away from a human world. Despite the distance between these two worlds, the life and the people in that magical city were very similar to humans. Everyone knew how to use magic and everyone was taught equally how to use the powers of their body for different spell casting. Life was fine and life was good,” Loid started, his voice clear and playful. 

“But then something happened?” Elena smirked at Loid over her shoulder and the man chuckled.

“Laney, you’re getting ahead of the story.” He shook his head. “The city had a legend that one day a boy with pale blue eyes would be born and on his 20th birthday he would lead the city to a new era. Every man in that tribe had brown eyes and every woman had green eyes, so pale blue eyes were very unusual. What a glorious day it was when finally, the legend came true and a pale blue-eyed boy was born to a regular couple. Everyone was rejoicing, a big party was held and the boy was showered with love from the very first moment he took his first breath. Anything he wanted, he got it, except for one thing; freedom.”

Elena’s eyebrows knit together.

“Did they treat him like some celebrity?” she asked over her shoulder. Loid cocked his chin.

“Like a god. He was destined to take the city and the local tribe to a new era. It was his story. He was the hero everyone had anticipated. He got everything he wanted, but couldn’t run away from his fate, no matter how hard he tried,” Loid continued, drawing a wide arch in the air with his hands animating the story.

“…I feel him… Not to get to choose but to live forced to something…” Elena sighed. She didn’t wish her destiny to anyone else.

Loid pulled a twig out from a nearby push and played around with it, the twig dancing on his fingers.

“Shit, ain’t it? I thought you’d like this story,” he grinned from ear to ear. “Anyhow, the story goes the boy was frustrated and resisted his destiny. Told everyone he didn’t want to do it, that he was just an ordinary guy and there was no way he could be special in any way. He asked from the priestesses how did they know he was the fated protagonist of the city, what if someone else with pale blue eyes was born after him, but the priestesses assured that the legends never lied. They were sure that he was the one the legend had foretold. They advised him to be happy about his role. Happy about his destiny to take the whole city and the tribe to a new era. What a privilege!” Loid almost yelled, his grin widening.  “To ensure he would be prepared to his role when the 20th birthday day would arise, priestesses made the boy study magic and how to take all advances of his natural energies extra hard”.

“At least he was prepared for his role. For me, I just tried to ignore it. I got no education, no one was there to guide me. I was just thrown into the deep end, head first,” Elena muttered bitterly. 

“Everything tends to have at least two sides, if not more. The boy’s life wasn’t all miserable you see, but it wasn’t very happy one either,” Loid reasoned.  

“If he resisted so much his fate, do I dare to ask what he did on his 20th birthday?” Elena asked, not really sure did she want to hear the rest of the story anymore. 

“Nothing. He did nothing.” Loid jumped the twig up to air with perfect circles. “He went out for a very, very long walk, hoping he could avoid the inevitable. His heart wasn’t in the role, and he hated how someone or something had enforced his future. He had ever only wanted to be free, be who he really was. Not The Pale Blue Eyed Boy, The God like Leader everyone looked up to with high hopes, but his own self. It was said the boy didn’t even know what his true self was like.” Loid stopped, looking far into the distance with a small smile. “When he came back home at the evening of his 20th birthday, everything was ruined. The whole city had crumbled down, people lied around dead, the rest who were alive tried to escape that hellish nightmare. The boy, now a young man, didn’t know what was going on or what had happened, but the furious people with the lead of their survived priestesses cursed the young man. ‘This is your fault!’ they screamed, as he tried to enter the city to find his family, ‘You resisted your destiny! You denied your role as the protagonist! If only you had followed the given path this wouldn’t have happened!” they cried and wailed and yelled at his face, and he barely understood them.” 

“And the young man?” Elena asked when Loid was just before her face, looking into the horizon.

 “He ran,” he simply stated and made his way slowly down the mound, the twig swinging in his hand. “Like said, he knew he had screwed up things so badly he could never return to his role as a protagonist. He thought that if he became an antagonist, maybe he could salvage something and redeem himself. So he did.”

Elena looked at Loid’s back. Suddenly her heart started to beat fiercely.

“Loid?” she called him. “What was his name? That boy’s, who turned into an antagonist?”

A sly grin, with something forlorn in it, appeared on Loid’s corner of a mouth.

“How should I know?” He snorted with a chuckle.

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As my ARE Novel, where the above snippet is,  is coming together very slowly I thought it would be nice to tell you something about Loid and his past. 

Would you want other things to be told, things which I have planned for the novel, about ARE’s characters?

idk

so if you like and know about twenty øne piløts then you can read this. if you don’t you can skip it and if you just don’t feel like reading it that’s fine. but tomorrow is their 100th day on haitus and i hope the post something or show activeness on social media. anyways if you didn’t know on their twitter their profile pic is just black with - in the middle and their twitter banner thing says silence. i have a couple theories but of course idk if they’re true. firstly, remember when their name was twenty|one|pilots? now it’s twenty øne piløts. on their twitter “silence” has lines through the Es horizontally. so i think they will change their name to twenty one pilots with lines through the Es because also they used vertical lines (|) diagonal lines (/) what are they missing? horizontal and that will make the logo. |-/. also back when their name was twenty|one|pilots the logo had blue in it but when the blurryface era came they took it out. i have seen theories that they will take the red out now because the red represents blurryface, and he’s kinda gone for now he’s taken out. people have said that at their shows tyler’s hand and neck paint isn’t as dark and in music videos they haven’t worn as much red. for example “heavydirtysoul” was the last music vid released for blurryface and tyler wasn’t wearing his red socks. idk. people also think the new album will titled “silence” i’m not sure on that one, but on their twitter they also posted photos of an eye with lyrics from different songs of theirs and in each photo the eye is closing. well i guess the eye is blurrys eye and all the lyrics are kinda related to sleep so now blurryface is at sleep for now i guess. some people also say that the new album will be focused around josh, but i don’t think so. tyler is the person who writes the lyrics and they’re meaningful to him, even tho josh is tyler’s best fren, tyler probably won’t write an whole album for him. whatever i just hope they come out with a new album soon and also jenna joseph hasn’t been posting as much :(

The Killers break backbone of narcissism in new music video for The Man

After enduring a tenacious wait, fighting nerve-wracking anticipation and aching with nostalgia for the early 2000s guyliner in “Mr. Brightside,” fans of The Killers can rejoice — the band is back.

In its recently released music video for its new single, “The Man,” the band introduces a new era of unapologetic excitement and energy leading up to the release of its upcoming album Wonderful, Wonderful.

For the members of The Killers, “The Man” defines who they were as young, successful musicians. During the Hot Fuss era, frontman Brandon Flowers believed he was the greatest — or “god’s gift,” as he said himself in an interview with Radio X.

“The Man” is essentially a diss track of the band members’ past selves. The song captures narcissism at its finest with the concept of who “the man” is. Its catchy, overly confident, douchey lyrics coupled with an upbeat, modern ‘80s funk further develop the persona the music creates.

The video is structured around separate montages of different characters all portrayed by the man himself, Brandon Flowers — an aspiring performer, an apartment lone body, a gambler, a ladies’ man and a gun-shooting trailer park owner — who spend their days stroking their own egos.

The aspiring performer comes out onstage in a local bar, with Vegas showgirl dancers fawning all over Flowers as he sings. The apartment lone body sports a jumpsuit with “The Man” embroidered on the back while replaying a VHS tape of himself spinning in the air on a motorcycle. The gambler confidently struts down the casino hallway, nodding at strangers as he makes his way to the poker table. The ladies man is gathered with beautiful women who accompany him in an expensive Vegas hotel room. The gun shooter with a trailer park smugly shoots beer cans in the desert before heading to the bar to sing this very song.

“I got gas in the tank / I got money in the bank / I got news for you baby, you’re looking at the man,” sings Flowers throughout the video. As the stories unfold, the lyrics further reinforce the success and strong sense of self these men believe they possess.

Despite their critics, the characters continue to pursue a reality they desperately try to force into existence. They fall further and further into denial, convincing themselves that their superficiality will lead them closer to the versions of themselves they want others to perceive.

Ultimately, the facade of cockiness cracks and brings the male leads back to the truth they must face. “Who’s the man? Who’s the man? / I’m the man, I’m the man / Who’s the man with the plan? / I’m the man,” sings Flowers as it all goes down, in a move that is palpably ironic.

The aspiring performer leaves his near-empty audience yawning and puts away his shiny jeweled costume in a locker cubby. The apartment lone body becomes angry after confronting the fact that his motorcycle glory days are over. The gambler gets kicked out of the casino after throwing a fit from betting all of his belongings and losing his money. The ladies man is left alone by his women. And the tough trailer park owner at the bar gets stupidly drunk and beaten up by a man after hitting on his girlfriend.

Sonically, “The Man” expresses an egotistical attitude, but the video offers up a new layer on top of the lyrics’ self-absorption. There is a darkness to the Man that can’t be heard when listening to the song by itself. The video reveals a sense of life experience that The Killers may have lived through that is not otherwise explicitly explored in the lyrics.

While the single itself brings a new fire to The Killers’ collection, its visual accompaniment is what allows the song to flourish in its meaning and importance. Its funky energy and well-developed storyline give viewers a mixture of excitement for the song and sympathy for its characters. Together, the band hopes to give viewers and longtime fans insight into its past as it continues to celebrate its growth through new music.

📝Maybelle Caro • Daily Californian