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navybrat817 · 4 months
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How are the motocross boys doing? I miss them!
I thought everyone forgot about them, nonnie! ❤️ My own fault. I haven't shown them love lately. So what are they up to?
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Jake is trying to work up the courage to propose to Lucky.
Ari is going to bring dinner to Sweetart's place and may even spend the night.
Hal is in the midst of setting up a simple yet romantic date for Belle.
Bucky will have to help you work through some of your emotions when your ex shows up in town.
Curtis has to work through his own emotions and yours when tragedy strikes.
Steve needs to take you out! And it better be nice because Curtis isn't afraid to hit him.
Chris may or may not be at the next race and that worries you.
I love how some of those answers only raise more questions. 😂
Love and thanks! ❤️
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Since I’m writing a prequel to As The Bells Toll, it made me realize that it’d probably make sense to actually show yall where, on the maps, my version of the DWs are each from. Because the words “southerners” “khasian” “scalesians” and “ northerners” Actually Don’t Tell You Anything.
Sooooooo here
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Where Each Was Born:
Irene - a village known to her as Windyr, evolved into Scaleswind
Shad - a neighboring village called Kalnyr, no longer exists
Esmound - O’Khasis
Enki - An island chain known to him as Vanrfjörd, later renamed after him
Kulzak - Port Raiya, an island-town in the Gold Sea
Menphia - a farming town in the Corsan (Tu’lian) countryside, named Cortézara
Where They Met:
Esmound and Kulzak met, for the first time, in Provencia
Irene and Shad met in a village there-abouts of where the Scalesian Guard Academy is, now
The two of them then met Esmound in O’Khasis
Those three met Menphia and Enki in Vasilyr
And finally, all five of them met Kulzak again in Taravan
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wildlyfamousmusic · 1 year
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louderthanbombsus · 2 years
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rolandrockover · 3 months
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Do You Love Goodbyes?
Oh, another one of those songs that uses and recycles the end of another one.
You can't even turn around without them reappearing behind your back. It's starting to remind me of that game you usually encounter at fairgrounds where you're handed a padded striking tool. And in front of you on a predetermined playing surface are half a dozen to a dozen holes, from which mechanically automated cylinders painted like small animals appear and disappear again in a highly irregular manner, which you then have to hit on the head as quickly as possible. Whack-a-Mole, yes, that's exactly what it's called! To be honest, it's a pretty cruel game that I've never once felt the need to play in my entire life, but it always offers a suitable comparison. It's also far too exciting for me and I'd rather play camel rally anyway, but even that I've never played. Well, what else can I say?
I'd better get back to the music, because this time, fortunately and for once, it's not just the rattling off of a drastic high-octane ending that hits the brakes, but rather the expansion of the sonically colorful finale of the last track on Destroyer. We're talking of course about the brilliantly culminating bell harmonies on Do You Love Me (1).
And since these are so beautiful in and of themselves, what could possibly and hopefully be created out of them that are just as beautiful? Maybe a song from one of the solo albums? Paul's has always been good for more or less pleasant surprises, so why not this time? I'll tell you something, we're lucky today, and please say hello to Goodbye.
Side Note:
(1) Or should it be a well-accented piano? Half the fan world always talks about bells when they talk about Do You Love Me, I hope you can see how this can get confused, even though I love those harmonies at the end.
If you want to hear Paul give himself the world's most beautiful send-off after his own question for love, then, you've probably already guessed it, please press the play button. Do You Love Me is highlighted, and Goodbye just starts:
Do You Love me (1976)
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Goodbye (1978)
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doctorslippery · 9 months
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Herbie Crespo
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eyeofthetoto · 10 months
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You know what would fix me? A good, hearty stew. Not goth girls nor femboys, not even la lego star destroyer can fill the hole that fits a good, hearty stew.
I'm talking potatoes, carrots, beef, leek, onions, cabbage, bones, garlic, maybe even some bell peppers? You knoe what I mean?
Holy shit.
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samantha-rae-velcher · 6 months
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Master List Pt. 2
YouTubers
Swaggersouls
Streamers Dream - smut
Markiplier
Games of the many - smut
Joysticks and pushing buttons - smut
Sticks and stones - smut
That one look - smut
The punishment unforgotten - Violence/smut
A need for it and her - smut
The stress is real - fluff
"Im sorry, honey" - fluff
Roomies or More? (Egos) - smut
Yancy NSFW alphabet - smut
Love mistaken for hate (Wilford Warfstache) - fluff
Don't fear the reaper (Darkiplier) - smut
Dark lust (Darkiplier) - smut
Static (Darkiplier) - smut
Warp core breech Pt.1 (ISWM) - fluff
Warp core breech Pt.2 (ISWM) - fluff
Seeing Stars (ISWM) - fluff
Jacksepticeye
Blue tint and cold tiles - smut
Marvel
Me and the Devil walking side by side (Daredevil) - fluff
Sorcerer Supreme (Doctor Strange) - smut
More like Einstein (Tony Stark) - smut
Two tons of iron (Tony Stark) - smut
Green-ish (Bruce Banner) - smut
Tender Touch (Scott Lang) - smut
The speed of light (Pietro Maximoff) - fluff
Courts of Green Pt.1 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff
Courts of Green Pt.2 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff
Courts of Green Pt.3 (Bucky Barnes) - Violence/ fluff
Feathers and Swords (Clint Barton) - smut
Hawks gold (Clint Barton) - fluff
As beautiful as an angel (Yondu Udonta) - fluff
Fear makes love (Ronan the accuser) - smut
Sharp as steel (Wolverine) - smut
Blades that steel the heart (Wolverine) - fluff
Obviously not that obvious (Drax the Destroyer) - smut
DC
Tattoo Buddies (Chato Santana) - fluff
Soldier Boy (Rick Flag) - smut
Slice and dice (Captain boomerang) - smut
Scars and stripes (BOP Victor Zsasz) - smut
TWD
Guns of blazing love (Aaron) - smut
Maybe evil Maybe not But just about (Shane) - smut
Barbed Wire Pt.1 (Negan) - smut
Barbed Wire Pt.2 (Negan) - Smut
Barbed Wire Pt.3 (Negan) - Violence/fluff
Barbed Wire Pt.4 (Negan) - Violence/fluff
Barbed Wire Pt.5 (Negan) - smut
Barbed Wire Pt.6 (Negan) - Violence/fluff
Barbed Wire Pt.7 (Negan) - Violence/fluff
Barbed Wire Pt.8 (Negan) - fluff
Star Wars
The light within (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff
The force of two (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff
The force binds all (Obi Wan Kenobi) - smut
The intimidating side of things (Boba Fett) - smut
Orders (Poe Dameron) - angst/ fluff
Black ink (Darth Maul) - smut
The Witcher
How The Witcher men react when you cry - fluff
Bard and Bells (Jaskier) - fluff
Gotham
Gotham Villains teaching s/o to shoot a gun
Gotham Villains when s/o doesn't answer the phone
How Gotham Villains react to their s/o getting shot
Sexting with Oswald Cobblepot - smut
Gotham's King and Queen (Oswald Cobblepot) - angst
I will kill you (Oswald Cobblepot) - fluff
Emperor Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot) - smut
Smoking Roses Pt.1 (Victor Zsasz) - smut
Smoking Roses Pt.2 (Victor Zsasz)- smut
Tainted Riddle (Ed Nygma) - fluff
What am I? (Ed Nygma) - fluff/Violence
Five-O (Jim Gordon) - smut
Stalked (Jeremiah Valeska) - Violence/fluff
Fantastic Beasts
Blue fire and silver smoke (Gellert Grindelwald) - fluff
Heaven without fear (Credence Barebone) - smut
Boardwalk Empire
Gentleman with a dark side (Arnold Rothstein) - smut
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ltwilliammowett · 5 months
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Tom Whiskers on duty on the USS Relief, 1921
Tom is quite a rascal as Philippa Sandall stated in her book Seafurrers. It happened in December 1919 when this cat was away from his ship, the hospital ship USS Solace, and its crew wrote to the destroyer USS Bell to accuse them of a serious case of catnapping. Here are the two letters that were exchanged to settle this serious case:
December 13, 1919
From: Commanding Officer, USS Solace
To: Commanding Officer, USS Bell
Subject: Ship's Cat
Several members of the crew of this ship have informed me the commanding officer that the mascot of the Solace, Thomas Whiskers, has been kidnapped or catnipped [sic] by certain members of your crew and is being impounded on board your ship. This mascot is a large, black Tom and when last seen was in dress uniform consisting of a leather collar with brass tag marked USS Solace.
If this cat is on board your ship, please inform me and I will send a member of the crew for it.
RWP
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From: Commanding Officer, USS Bell
To: Commanding Officer, USS Solace
Subject: Your letter of Dec. 13, 1919
Your ship's cat "Whiskers" is being returned under guard, but an explanation of his presence aboard the ship is no doubt due you.
Prior to our departure from alongside the Solace, the cat in question developed a warm regard for the USS Bell, consequently spending much of his time aboard. On the morning we shifted berth his presence aboard was unknown to us. Later in the day after your ship had sailed, he was found to have taken possession of an unoccupied stateroom. The master-at-arms immediately made him prisoner on the ground that he was a stowaway and incarcerated him in the paint locker. This will account for the fact that he is no longer the black cat you describe, but battleship grey.
We advise against the removal of this collar since its low visibility aids the performance of his duties.
In regard to the dress uniform worn by the prisoner – in his attempts to remove the paint he pulled off the collar and lost it. This ship feels under no obligation in regard to the latter. In adding one 10¢ collar to its stores it lost $2 worth of paint.
But he didn't seem to have stayed on the ship for long, so a short time later he found himself 1921 on the USS Relief, where he was clearly happy and diligent in his duties. Maybe he just wasn't a hospital cat and wanted to see active duty.
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The Stranger 6
Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Destroyer!Chris
Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.
Part of the Backwoods AU
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
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Your grandmother waits for you on the porch. She has a book in hand as she sits on the wooden swing, nose scrunched beneath the wire of her glasses. She looks up as you near the bottom of the steps, the wagon rolling and rattling loudly behind Chris.
“Gramma,” you’re nearly breathless as you step up on the lowest step, “I got the groceries.”
She looks up over the frames of her glasses and closes her book. She clears her throat as she sets it beside her on the flat cushion and fixes the kinks around her ears. She stands with her slight hunch and tugs at the front of her handspun blouse.
“And who’s this?” She preens, “I wasn’t expecting company, sir.”
“Um,” you hesitate, waiting for him to answer. He doesn’t, “this is Chris?”
“Chris, ma’am,” he echoes at last, “I’m new around here. Just bought some property down the way. Wanted to come by and say thanks for that pie. Lucky me, we ran into each other in town.”
“Oh, gosh, that is so sweet,” she fawns as she comes to the top of the stairs, “I’m Sadie, I hope you enjoyed the pie. I didn’t have much left in the pantry, I know rhubarb’s not for everyone.”
“It was delicious,” he pushes the handle up and lets it stand on its own, “please, don’t trouble yourself.” He steps past you up the stairs, “very nice to meet you at last. I’ve heard a lot from your granddaughter.”
He offers his hand and she takes it gently. They shake as she smiles. “You have?”
“Please, sit,” he insists and gestures her back to the swing. 
“Oh, thank you,” she swoons, “I just had my hip done, you see? Only just back on my feet.”
“Then it’s a good thing I came by, isn’t it? Looks like you two could use a spare pair of hands.”
“Um, I’ll get the groceries inside–”
“So, you two… talk?”
“Yeah, she was nice enough to deliver that pie and I guess we just hit it off. She didn’t say?” Chris sits beside her. You watch, dumbfounded. What is he talking about?
“No, she didn’t say she was sneaking off with some handsome man,” your grandmother trills.
“You are too nice, Sadie,” he grins, “I didn’t even get a chance to ask her out… you know, I know things are real old-fashioned around here so I thought I better check with you first.”
“Me? Oh, of course, of course!” She nearly claps her hands as she clasps them together, “my granddaughter… it’s about time she went out and had some fun. The dear helps me out so much–”
You grab a bag from the wagon and keep your chin down. Really? She doesn't call it help when you're alone. She tells you you're nagging or useless or irritating.
Chris clears his throat, “so I have your blessing?”
“Oh, certainly you do,” she squeals, “oh, honey, that’s so adorable.”
You look up as you climb the steps. Your stomach is doing somersaults. You can tell she’s already hearing bells. He has her in the palm of his hand and why not? She's only ever wanted you to finish the job your mother left undone. She wants someone she can boast about to the ladies at the quilting club.
“Woah, woah,” Chris stands as he glances over, “let me get that.” He stands and strides past your grandmother’s knees, “I’ll get everything sorted and you ladies can take it easy.”
“Now, that is just too much, sir.”
“It’s not enough,” he insists as he takes the bag from you, “Sadie, please call me Chris.”
“Chris,” she repeats, “you are a sweetheart, aren’t you?”
“Well, you know, it’s why I left the city. People don’t got much manners anymore. Out here, you all are so nice,” he turns and nears the front door, “can I get you something, Sadie? Water, tea?”
“I’m just fine, honey,” she chimes, “my, my, been so long since we had a man around to help.”
He nods and lets himself in through the screen door. You chew your lip and furrow your brow as he disappears inside. Your grandmother hisses your name.
“Dear, come here,” she points you next to her, “you didn’t say he was so handsome.”
“Gramma,” you groan as you drag your feet towards her.
“Oh, don’t you spoil this,” she grabs your wrist and tugs you down, “we’re gonna fix up one of your old dresses, do your hair nice…” she starts to pick at you.
“Gramma,” you drone again, “please–”
“Don’t be embarrassed. You’re a pretty young lady and he’s…” she makes a face, “well, isn’t he a certain kind. Never saw no men in my days with a jawline like that.”
You try not to cringe, forcing a smile again, “alright.”
“Try to be a little excited, dear! It’s your first date,” she exclaims, quickly tamping down her voice as the door opens squeakily. 
She giggles and watches Chris as he goes to haul two more bags from the wagon. You watch him sheepishly and he looks over, sending you a grin that neatly hides away the sinister gleam in his eyes. You swallow and focus on your fidgeting hands as he once more passes through the front door.
“It’s not too late for you,” she pets your cheek and you flinch, “why don’t you go inside and ask him to stay for dinner.”
You stand and don’t say a word. As you go to the door, you hesitate. Your grandmother was never so happy about anything you did. No, but a complete stranger can walk up and have her singing his praises with just a ma’am and a smile.
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moon-is-a-cryptid · 1 year
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A spicy challenge ❤️‍🔥
Warning: some language
Terms used: the word wife and the word Mrs. Otherwise gender neutral
While kirishima has a Pre-Work out brand I think Bakugou would definitely have a Hot-sauce brand (coming from this post by @scandalous-writing I saw a few weeks ago)
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To say that katsuki’s hot sauce is hot is an UNDERSTATEMENT
“spark up your flavor with CryBaby hot sauce, hot enough to make fire feel cold” the advertisement would ring out
And that it did make fire feel cold. It would burn your tastebuds off, make a grown man cry, he has some milder flavors because his PR team reamed him about not wanting to loosen up on the spice scale for kids who wanted to be like dynamite and use hot sauce. Most places who have a spicy food challenge would use Katsukis hot sauce. And Katsuki would make sure he was on the ‘champion’ wall of the restaurant.
Despite his thoughts on the fact kids should be able to handle the regular spice he refuses to let you try his hot sauce, he tells you it’s because he doesn’t want to see you hurt (at least that’s what he says, In all honesty he doesn’t think you can handle it) and he’s only get you his mild flavor. so after months and months of begging him to let you try it he finally gives. Katsuki would take you to his favorite ramen restaurant that he knows uses his Hot sauce.
After you two sit down, you order the challenge bowl, this bowl was pork ramen made with Katsukis spiciest hot sauce ‘tongue destroyer’ and came with a glass of water, a glass of milk and the finish bell to signify you were done at any point. The rules were you just had to finish the bowl without going to the hospital, and under an hour. Once the bowl was placed in front of you, you look up at Katsuki who has a sly smirk on his face “you can’t back out now dumbass” he would let out in a gruff voice.
You narrow your eyes and pick up your chopsticks, the ramen is so spicy that your nose lowkey burns, you stare him right in the eyes as you begin to dig into the bowl. Katsuki watches, his face settling back into his usual frown, as you finish the bowl with ease, taking sips of water here and there not bothering to touch the milk. 30 minutes goes by when you set your chopsticks down, pick up the bowl and drink the broth. ringing the bell to signify that you were finished and setting the bowl on the table, wiping your mouth off from any broth that was left you look Katsuki in the eyes “Definitely can’t back out now, can I Suki?” His jaw drops as his eyes flick from you to the bowl. A smirk spreads across his face, “I’ve got one hell of a wife don’t I?”
Your picture would be next to Katsukis on the wall, Katsuki would take you to every restaurant he is on just so he could have your picture up next to his (along with the very small amount of pictures of people who defeated the challenge) and when the Paparazzi caught the wind of you two trying challenges together, You and Katsuki had your faces plastered on covers as you two were sharing a challenge ramen bowl
“MR AND MRS DYNAMITE, QUITE LITERALLY THE SPICIEST HERO COUPLE”
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See RiotRage for kirishimas pre-workout
See Smittens coffee for some shinsou fluff and shinsous brand
Take a peak at the Masterlist if you’re interested
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revisitingfandoms · 1 month
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Idea 14- Bride of shadow Milk
“I bet no one would ever love a monster such as him.”
“I bet he wouldn’t even treat his partner well.”
He would feel his annoyance and distaste and perhaps even anger grow at those comments before it came to him with a wild grin, “A bride”
Elder Faerie’s face went ghastly as a number of others in the area paled, White Lily only half aware replied, “A bride?” 
Shadow Milk grinned, almost looming, “A bride, they neither have to be a woman or just anyone of the female spectrum, I say Bride because it is the best word to describe what I want, and that is a willing bride to marry me.” The escaping giggles only dimming the atmosphere more, “And note I say willing, not interfering with the choice of who makes the decision. Oh, and I won’t take any of that sacrificing bullshit.” He lets out a little whistle, “Toodle~!”
Before disappearing. 
In the remaining chaos with numbers of fairies willing to volunteer to act as a sacrifice for the greater good- all against what the beast had spoken, one blonde contemplates and makes a silent decision. 
He doesn’t speak to any of the others of his decision, he knows what they speak, they would seek to dissuade him in his choice- but..
(He was the former holder of truth and its greatest liar, and he is oh-so familiar with the light of truth- with shadow milk.)
(Whether or not the beast remembers or recalls or buries in the back of his mind- Pure Vanilla knows things- secrets that the beast had whispered in moments of silence and solitude.)
(This is not an act of sacrifice- not an act of giving up everything to be a protector as everyone else would have called it- nor was it an act of redemption as some would have you believe.)
(No this was act of truth- of pure vanilla instead of burying himself with hurt and pain and deceiving others, he sought his other half to speak in whispers of truth.)
(He sought for the truth of actions- to find out what they were to each other- if they are enemies, replacement and replaced, hero and villain, Jester and king, healer and destroyer.)
(He wishes to seek if he can break these roles.)
Of all things, shadow milk had considered, for some reason he’d never thought- never consider Pure vanilla would be before him in his newly reclaimed territory. 
He’d specifically put a barrier around the area- trapping those damned faeries who thought they would be a sacrificial bride- yet of all people, its the one who he damn well knows would give his life in the first choice. 
Oh pure vanilla, just how much more interesting you have become.
He grins as slanters down from his throne to the waiting blonde.
(He didn’t come dressed in that king attire of his- no pointed cone crown-hat, no long white robes or waffle shoulder bearings, Pure vanilla doesn’t even bring that staff of his- No the flower is curled around the man's wrist as he walks in.)
(The outfit he bares- the tattered brown robes tided with rope, blonde hair halfway messy, stumbling and tripping and-)
(Something shifts instead him as the realization comes over him- no lies, no hidden agendas.)
(Pure vanilla came for the truth- no shields, no barriers and no differences.)
He less vicious as he comes down the stairs, “I see now, I’ll admit, I was caught off guard when you of all people arrived here first.” He touches pure vanilla check as the other tenses at the sudden touch. 
He leans over and whispers into others ear, “Now then, my dear, my bride, my pure vanilla.” He interlocks a hand forcefully with the other, “May we bound to the flames of the oven. I do my dear.”
The bell rings its toll, whether it be in celebration to union or the mourning of the actions taken this night is unknown.
But the whisper of Pure Vanilla is all the more damning.
“I do.” 
Is the whisper. And the beast grin only widens.
(Sorry for the late post! I've had exams, being sick and a bunch of other bullshit to deal with :p)
(But anyways- your bride of shadow milk.)
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talonabraxas · 5 months
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The Feminine Mystery In Tantra the woman is sacred.
“For some she came in a dream. For others in words as clear as a bell: it is time, I am here. She may come in a whisper so loud she can deafen you or a shout so quiet you strain to hear. She may appear in the waves or the face of the moon, in a red goddess or a crow.”
Lucy H. Pearce, Burning Woman
In Tantra SHAKTI, “the cosmic feminine force”, is raised to the position of Divine Mother who sustains the Universe and all the beings, the multiple manifestation of gods (the angelic entities).
It is called UMA, The Virgin, in its primordial hypostasis that precedes the Universal creation. In this case SHAKTI is the highest peak of all worlds, pure and untouchable. Once it manifests the universe, SHAKTI becomes the maintainer of space and time and all subtle and physical worlds.
In its final hypostasis she is the destroyer, KALI, the one who absorbs into the divine everything that is incomplete and limited in order to prepare a new Creation. KALI wants to make the entire manifestation to have an evolutionary sense.
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navybrat817 · 1 year
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Dialed In: Motocross AU
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Pairings: Various men with female readers. ❤️
AU Summary: On or off the track, these men are dialed in to get what they want: you. 🔥
AU Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (m. and f. receiving), dirty talk, fluff, flirting, feels, slight angst, porn with feels (it's me, lovelies), more to be added.
A/N: This was inspired by an edit the beautiful Nix provided me with! I hope you all enjoy this AU and the various pairings. Please heed the warnings before each post and I will update as time allows. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Banner by the amazing @sgt-seabass and divider by the lovely @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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Bucky Barnes x Reader - Hothead and Spitfire
→ Starting Gate
→ Break Check
→ Friendly Competition
→ Epinephrine
→ Jump Scare
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Jake Jensen x Reader - Loser and Lucky
→ Lapper
→ All Tied Up
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Ari Levinson x Reader - Beast and Sweetart
→ Downshift
→ A Phone Call Away
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Hal Carter x Reader - Cowboy and Belle
→ Whip
→ Picture Perfect
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Destroyer!Chris x Reader - Blue and Kitten
→ Over the Hood
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Curtis Everett x Reader - Rusty and Princess
→ Soiled
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Steve Rogers x Reader - Champ and Daisy
→ Focus
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Moodboards inspired by this AU
Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi
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msviolacea · 1 month
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This asshole has been living rent-free in my head for the last few weeks, enough that I dusted off my fanmix-making skills and raided all of my electro (and regular) swing playlists to give him the soundtrack he deserves.
And so ... Wild Card, a mix for the Aventurine of Strategems, one of the IPC's Ten Stonehearts, inveterate gambler and reckless businessman. May his schemes be forever concealed.
Listen on Spotify
Track List:
Dancing With the Devil - Elle & the Pocket Belles
Friend Like Me - Wolfgang Lohr w/ Ashley Slater
Mr. Pinstripe Suit - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
Wild Card - Riff Kitten w/ Teodora Gosheva
Destroyer of Worlds - Coyote Kid
All Eyes on Me - Caleb Hyles w/ SquigglyDigg
(Hey Brother) What Have You Done? - Odd Chap w/ Lyre Le Temps
Dead Man Incorporated - The Brian Setzer Orchestra
Code Red - Little Violet
Roulette - Masha Ray
Magic Man - Balduin w/ Wolfgang Lohr & J Fitz
Mr. Magpie - The Electric Swing Circus
Blonde Dynamite - Caravan Palace
Future - Parov Stelar w/ James Deacon
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santoschristos · 4 months
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KALI The Feminine Mystique In Tantra the woman is sacred. “For some she came in a dream. For others in words as clear as a bell: it is time, I am here.
She may come in a whisper so loud she can deafen you or a shout so quiet you strain to hear. She may appear in the waves or the face of the moon, in a red goddess or a crow.” --Lucy H. Pearce, Burning Woman
In Tantra SHAKTI, “the cosmic feminine force”, is raised to the position of Divine Mother who sustains the Universe and all the beings, the multiple manifestation of gods (the angelic entities).
It is called UMA, The Virgin, in its primordial hypostasis that precedes the Universal creation. In this case SHAKTI is the highest peak of all worlds, pure and untouchable.
Once it manifests the universe, SHAKTI becomes the maintainer of space and time and all subtle and physical worlds.
In its final hypostasis she is the destroyer, KALI, the one who absorbs into the divine everything that is incomplete and limited in order to prepare a new Creation. KALI wants to make the entire manifestation to have an evolutionary sense.
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