#Dissident Gardens

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She reassembled her deranged silent treatment of the whole of the twentieth century, but it quit before she could fire it.

Jonathan Lethem, Dissident Gardens

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Portico Quartet — Dissident Gardens (Official Video)

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[rastronomicals]

10:04 PM EDT May 13, 2023:

Portico Quartet - “Dissident Gardens” From the album Memory Streams (October 4, 2019)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Contemporary UK Jazz

#Portico Quartet #Memory Streams #Dissident Gardens

[env0writes]

NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 17.18.24 “What It Must Be Like to Not Be Me"

Were I were a wealthy man I’d buy all that I wish For money is the genie green inside a pocket-card My life is plagued Red in the books as England was by the Black With doubt and dismay and dissident dreams How can any man abide The ill and misfortune Of peer and pauper unacquainted What antiquated notion Leads wealth into lordhood Even ancient lords did deny The Lord Even The Lord did deny The world Much as wealthy men did materially Spiritual currency spent and lent Loaned like the spirit Threaded in finer silks Were I a wealthy man Capable of such greatness I’d be So that I might remedy kith and kin To college and to leisure If it be their pleasure The bills and debts belayed From me, it’s all to be paid If I were a rich man I’d be a bitch, man Bit of a snitch, man Selfish in a pinch, man How different a life to lead Filled with nothing that made me, me Such lawn shavings will behead us all How does the green fall like leaves far from autumn Into the most contemptible of gardens?

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[mega-ringsandthings-world]

Maybe be I’m just projecting but—

From your descriptions, it sounds like Mihawk had some pretty OCD-like symptoms and control issues even before the trauma. I could just be pathologizing here; I'm not a psychiatrist or therapist, but I am someone who suffers from OCD and OCD-like symptoms. His need for perfection in everything he does, almost hypochondriac tendencies, sounds like they get ratcheted up to extremes. Maybe his canon counterpart found ways to mellow out, deal with it in a healthy manner, focus on gardening or how he arranges his castle, or keep himself concentrated on busywork.

But this version of Mihawk sounds like he's always three steps away from rubbing the skin off his hands from a bad texture. I wonder if the Mihawk, like many trauma survivors, the world is both hypersensitive and muted to him? Like his need for control and constant use of Observation Haki is to the point that the world feels too bright and too uncontrollable but also muted emotionally, like he's not really feeling it? Like a dissidence between him and reality and being able to control his environment helps with the issue.

I wonder if he's experiencing constant sensory overload but can't stop himself from this form of self-harm, fearing that the moment he turns off Observation Haki is the moment something bad happens. And if he sees Shanks as a piece of himself, something sewn skin to skin, does he fret and control Shanks too? Like fixing his hair a certain way, wiping his mouth of crumbs, cleaning his hands and face after a battle, choosing his outfits, and does it get to the point where it goes from harmless fretting into something suffocating?

I can see Shanks soaking it up at first, someone taking care of him, loving him, looking out for him. It probably feels normal, natural, and from what we've talked about, it seems one of his coping mechanisms is just shutting down, going quiet and still, and disappearing for a while. Having someone to take care of you while you're basically incapacitated must be helpful. But maybe sometimes it feels like Shanks doesn't own his own skin, and being taken care of feels less like care and more like control. He'll remember being dolled up, forced to wear makeup and clothes, to smile and lie and continue on until his voice bled, and not even the softness of callus free hand feels like his own.— and he'll get into these screaming matches with Mihawk over buttons or the food that they're eating, insisting that he's not a kid anymore, that he can take care of himself.

And Mihawk, angry from Shanks' anger, wound up from the feeling of everything and everyone mixed with his PTSD, will bite back just as mean. That he couldn't take care of himself yesterday, and if he was going to spit on Mihawk giving a damn, he could at least say it out loud!

They’ll be angry, so vicious, and needling, and cruel. Maybe their projecting maybe their both confused and in pain and don’t know how to say “I love you but being around you makes me want to claw my own skin off sometimes but being with out you is death and I don’t know which is worse?”

In the beginning the same way he wears high collars and a full jacket and hat does Mihawk also wear gloves or keep his hands covered in armament? To A. Not touch anything and B. Deal with sensory input? Did Shanks walk around completely ass naked after a fight just to prove a point that the won’t wear any of the clothes Mihawk picked out for him?

Do they have meltdowns? Where Mihawk can't stand the heat or his clothes or anything touching him, even the air he breathes feels like poison. Does he get angry, does he spiral? Does he use his observation haki to purposefully attack people where he knows it will hurt the most, by feeling out their emotions and their thoughts, cruel, cruel so very cruel. I know Shanks shuts down, but what about when he has a melt down, is it even more catastrophic with his uncontrollable Conqueror's Haki mixed in? Like an oppressive weight of anger, pain, sorrow so deep and wide it could swallow the world.

Just these two feel like their going to eat each other alive with there trauma and unhealthy coping mechanisms. I’m just holding on to the fact that you say they get some healing in the end.

He did/does. Partly he's just innately a perfectionist, but yes, it always seemed to me like Mihawk would have some control issues/tendencies like the ones you've mentioned. Pre-Loguetown AU Mihawk doesn't struggle with them severely, because up until Loguetown, he's always had control over himself and his surroundings/environment, and working alone contributes greatly to keeping down any negative stimuli/things he can't immediately control or has to overtly work to control. This goes the same for canon Mihawk. He's in a steady situation, except when he himself chooses. Any anything he comes across, he quickly controls. Loguteotwn is going to exacerbate his issues a thousandfold. Where they were once mild, now they decidedly aren't. Wrong texture, wrong sound, suspect atmosphere? It'd be agony. He used observation Haki almost passively before, but in Loguetown observation haki is what he relied on to give himself a desperate last silver of control; the ability to sense the horrors coming before they did. That way he was at least prepared. So when he gets out, a survivors' hyper-vigilance is conflated with the superhuman nature of the observation Haki. Hell, it's like a fucking drug. And the effects would be the same as a drug, both dulling and enhancing. He gets the input of the Haki, which gets him jittery and raw with the sheer sensations he's processing in bulk. But when the first rush of that dulls, and if there is no true danger, he goes numb from the over-stimulation. Wash rinse and repeat, until he's throwing up with it. And he wouldn't stop. So yeah. Hm. I don't think Mihawk would be deliberately controlling, at least not of personal effects, because the very notion of controlling Shanks or forcing him into something he is not comfortable with would utterly repulse him, given what him and Shanks went through. However, he'd try to control Shanks' physical circumstances. Anything that involves Shanks or concerns him, things he's doing, places he's going, plans he's making, he'd have a hand and an eye in. Which brings it's own type of problems, when Shanks wants something done one way and Mihawk thinks it the best for Shanks' safety that it's done this way, and neither budge, since despite how deeply they are hooked in eaach other, they are still separate people. And when Mihawk does try to control Shanks' in a more personal way, (because it does happen, just unwittingly) it's because Mihawk has got shoved back so deep in the past that he's reverting to his nineteen year-old-self, where the only type of control he had was telling Shanks to brush his hair or blow his nose properly. Shanks experiencing that type of control from Mihawk is near horrifying, because of how much it mimics the actions of their former captors. Because Mihawk is never forcefully controlling of Shanks, unless during episodes like this. So he'd distance himself from Mihawk, which makes Mihawk think of the times they'd part Shanks from him, and he'd react even more strongly, and both go deeper down the rabbit hole until the cycle manages to break. (Shanks indulges Mihawk's natural fussing until times like these, when he recoils from it instead) On the flip side, Shanks would rally against Mihawk's standards, he'd think Mihawk was being too severe or being too rigid, trying too hard or working himself too hard, telling Mihawk to come out of his shell, that things do not always have to be perfect, have to be foolproof, screaming at him that apparently doesn't Mihawk trust him to do/choose anything, and why does he act this way? Why do things have to be so so so perfect? Fighting with Mihawk over the little things Mihawk has control over/makes decisions about, like yes, clothes and food and the color of something, Mihawk's suggestions and opinions over clothes and music and books ( and if Luffy is there, they fight over him.) needs pt.2

[serenofroses]

prompt: post wedding ceremony.

otp: cipher nine (f!oc) x Darth Marr.

setting: IA chapter 1 epilogue. sets a month after A New Epoch of Fear arc and couple of months before the Unmasked Trust snippet.

A/N: hearing impaired oc, miraluka-sith hybrid oc, canon divergence, wlw pairing, transfem zabrak Darth Marr, arranged marriage with slow burn theme, pregnancy mentions.

edited from original version and transferred onto this blog.

Marr offered a suggestion to Ania for a stroll through the Ziosti courtyard surrounded by vibrant floral hedges and sculptures, filled with nothing but faint noises echoing from the main mansion. Kritanta had left the newlyweds alone and set off to rescue Vowrawn from Ravage who was loudly talking his ears off the entire evening.

Ania accepted it and joined Marr on a walk under the night sky to enjoy some moment of peace and quiet away from the guests. At first, she suspected the Sith Warlord wanted to get away before anyone start to vie for their attention, but the quietness had made her realise they're putting her boundaries first after the two worked together to stop the Eagle's network as Marr had grown accustomed to her hearing impairment.

It is the littlest thing she comes to appreciate Marr for understanding her needs.

The two of them became familiar with the others for the past couple of months since. Communication was tricky to handle with Marr wearing a mask that hides their face, though they managed to make it work through verbally and nonverbally with signing inbetween. Ania didn't minded the silence knowing for some time that Marr wasn't a social person for the most part thatn they originally seemed.

Truthfully, it was nice to take a breather from talking constantly after a long day and Ania enjoyed the presence of Marr's company without the need to socialise or prevent the conversation from going dry.

The two of them were walking side by side through the garden further away from the building, Ania felt the essence of the Force coaxed around her, it hadn't startled her out of the blue, she sensed this from the Warlord next to her and spoke nothing of this. As a Force-Blind child with highly enhanced senses, she was no strange to the Force given her family ties. The essence wasn't as tainted as Jadus', it was different and oddly soothing in a way she couldn't describe the newfound feeling to how it pushed her anxiety at bay.

After three years she spent with Jadus, she remained on guard to shield her mind on the safe side, but something was advising her to allow this Sith Warlord in for unknown reason.

Trust them, it tells her back within the Dark Temple, coming face to face with Marr after they saved her from a Shith Ghost possessing the dissident, They are your destiny.

Something clicked between them that night.

And she did slowly but surely after Nar Shadda when Marr defended and protected her. She doesn't have an explanation for the lingering look that they shared while working together, focusing their efforts to end the Eagle's terror cells and the Eradicators.

Marr was unlike any other Sith Lords she came across. Much like her parents, they showed no desire for power plays and infighting, they were different and stotically calmer than she predicted upon first impression, lest her curiousity wandered to figure out their characteristic.

"Are you feeling alright?"

Ania snapped out of her daze and turned to face the masked Sith while carefully avoiding tripping over on her wedding dress. She realised Marr was checking on her as the Force engulfed to soothe her nerves.

"Not too overwhelmed?" They asked again.

"I'm fine, thank you." Ania spoke with an acknowledged nod to let them know she was fine but lost in her own thoughts and glanced at the ring on her finger.

Marr noticed the distracted look, "Something's on your mind?"

Ania understood why they took her away to a quiet spot to be alone without unnecessary interruptions.

"I... well," Ania trailed off briefly, "I can't believe this is actually happening," she admitted, It felt like time had gone too fast for her to comprehrend, "That we're married. I mean, it wasn't that long ago I became Cipher Nine with you oversaw my assignments..."

"I know what you mean. The feeling's mutual." Marr hummed in argeement despite they had declined many suitors in the past, "Any regrets?"

"None." Ania shook her in response with a warm smile, "Still, thank you."

"The honour's all mines, Anastasia." Marr ceased their steps and turned to face the agent, "There's a matter I need to talk to you about-"

Had she angered them by interrupting? Was it wrong of her to cut Darth Marr off? This was the renowned Imperial's War Hero of all people and she went to interrupted them. Her time with Jadus hadn't been pleasant to reflect on but she knew better than to speak.

"Call me Ania, please." then the Agent paused realising she had spoke up and interrupted them, her expression turned soured and mentally cursing herself, "...Fuck."

She saw Marr tilted their head at her.

"I... I apologise, my lord. It wasn't my intention to interrupt you."

Marr raised their hand up as Ania ceased her stammer, "We both known each other for quite some time. You mustn't apologise, Ania."

"I know but still..."

Marr stepped closer to Ania and took her hands into their own, their their gloved fingers ran over her knuckles to soothe her nerves.

"I am not Jadus--what they did to you was unforgiveable. You do not need to worry about being disrespectful to me." Marr reminded her, "You are my wife and I would prefer that you speak your mind to me."

Ania heaved a small sigh of relief, "Of course, Lord Marr."

There was a sound coming from the Sith. Ania blinked--she could've sworn she heard them chuckled. It was hard to tell from their low voice, or to read their expression if it wasn't for the mask hid their face.

"Just Marr will do." They corrected her after a pause.

"Oh. Right." Ania laughed awkwardly, "I'll try and remember that when we're not on duty."

Marr still held her hands, idling tracing their finger along the henna hand tattoo and a thumb rolling over the engraved crystal on the ring.

"That being said,"--they spoke clearly for the agent to understand to push aside the awkwardness behind, "I want you to know while I still maintain my role within the Empire regardless of the Dark Council reform, I will always be there for you whenever you require of me."

Ania felt butterflies chruning within her stomach, "But, isn't protecting the Empire's best interests your top priority?"

Was until you came along into my life like the vision foretold, Marr thought quietly.

"Yes, but I gave my word to our wedding vows that I will keep you safe and protect you from all harm." they told her, "That I can promise. And..."

Marr paused in their speech. Ania watched them for a second until she followed the way their masked face gazed downward and moved one hand from hers to rest against her stomach lightly.

Ania didn't flinch from the touch.

"...I will also protect the little one, too." they continued, "Rest assured, I will help you raise our child together."

The last couple of weeks had been a rollercoaster for Ania. She was still processing the news of her shock pregnancy--a hidden one that was caught earlier--that was concluded since Nar Shadda when she fell ill from the serum side effects that Watcher X injected her with.

At first, she was in denial when Marr delivered the result and confirmed the news but reality sunk in quickly seeing the result presented to her, knowing it was too good to be true. She threw herself to continue the mission as normally to distract herself.

"Thank you."--she placed one hand over Marr's--"It means a lot to me and to her."

"Her?"

"Mm, I'm expecting a little girl." Ania nodded, confirming her own news after she had a scheduled ultrasound checkup before the wedding, "Papa reckoned she'll be a mini me. I've no doubt she'll be wrapping both of her grandparents around her little finger when the time comes."

"That remains to be seen." Marr was amused by the thought, especially to one imagination of Vowrawn struggling to say no to the young child, "Though, I suppose you have a name for her?"

"I'll be honest, Marr." Ania looked away rather shyly, "I haven't had a chance to think about a name... We barely got the nursery room set up and ready but I was preoccupied by the wedding."

Oh.

Shit, she hasn't really thought that far along to plan and prepare for. It was all happening to quickly for her to take a breather, stop and think about the future.

Marr hummed thoughtfully.

"Would you object to me having a say in this?" Marr proposed, "I may offer a suggestion--one that you may like."

Ania was intrigued by the suggestion, "Go on?"

"How do you feel about the name Naomi?"

"Naomi." Ania repeated the name to doube check she's hearing it right then she smiled, "I love it."

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[warsofasoiaf]

How and why did FEMA end up the boogeyman for conspiracy nuts? If a president were going to declare martial law and intern dissidents in damps, wouldn't they use the actually trained and equipped government organizations such as the police and military? Plus we already saw the government intern Japanese citizens during world war 2 well before FEMA was established.

From what I understand of the FEMA camps conspiracy, FEMA is supposed to be the public face where the resources are marshalled, combined with classified plans like Operation Garden Plot and other conspiracies like the levies being bombed in New Orleans during Hurricane Katrina. They're conspiracy theories, looking for the logic in them is a waste of time.

Thanks for the question, Ikac.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

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Her fiercest sincerities were translated by the male ego, on arrival, into daffy flirtation.

Jonathan Lethem, Dissident Gardens

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[chrysanths]

⸻ @divinetrcgedy

Geonwoo often feels compelled to destroy himself. ( Deserves it, he claims—in the same way a dissident deserves torture at his hands. ) When the occasion sparks, he drifts toward the arms of danger in its different forms. Sparring can only offer him so much, and the tournament does little more than feed his urge to set himself ablaze. There is a rage brewing in him. His lost battle; spurned by an ache in his heart. Oh, how he hates himself for the allowance of such a thing to bubble to the surface once more.

He mulls about the garden party with heavy steps. He does not decide to indulge in more drinking, his mind already fogged with a burning need that leaves his head just as dizzy.

Each time these feelings rear their ugly head, that woman appears. As if some fate is mocking him. You crave pain? Here she is. Seok Yerim, draped in elaborate fabrics and indulgent jewels. She is deceptive in her beauty. She is not the flower she seems. There is another delicate plant she resembles—one that has jaws; one that eats flesh. And he is the fly willing to place himself in the mouth of death for a taste, a lick. It is easier to die than to breathe emotions.

He approaches her without caution. He is a great force, himself—the strength of a fool far outweighs any threat. He gathers in his hand a variety of small sweet snacks. Candied plums, pruned cherries, dried mangoes. They all cradle in a cloth he procures from his robe. He takes steps toward her without sign of stopping.

The scent of her perfume sparks memories of when he inhaled against her neck so deeply, he turned into a beast. His hands tore her dress skirts and she tore him limb from limb. Her nails drew red lines down his flesh and left marks he could not see; but felt when he moved. Days like this, he takes notice of the phantom pain crawling up his spine. It compels him forward.

His eyes take notice of the glass of wine clasped in her hand. Without even a simple utterance, he takes it for himself, replacing her empty palm with the handful of things he knows she likes. He puts the rim of the chalice to his mouth and tilts his head back to drink what's left down. He pushes a thumb to the corner of his lips to wipe at the crimson liquid. It burns the scrape beside it, but he does not grimace.

"Lovely party," Geonwoo finally speaks. "Enjoying yourself?"

#⸻ yerim / geonwoo #rs.bloodmoon

[apolesen]

Hi! I know it’s been while since youve posted anything about Parmak and his family you made for him, or I haven’t seen anything? But I’ve been so curious and I just love your Parmak family! I don’t know if you’ve talked about it before, but how would you think it’d be (if they survive the war) for the family together after the war and even when Kelas and Garak get back together? Love all your fics!

First of all, thank you for this! It was so lovely to receive, and it's an important reason why I've started posting fic again. Secondly, sorry it's taken me so long to answer it. Real life has not been kind to me the past few months, but now things are a little less intense and I have time to answer this properly.

So, to your question. I'm going to said right off the bat that I'm leaving Arva, Kerisa's husband, out of this, as that is a fic that I am hoping to write at some point. So I'll concentrate on Parmak's sisters and nieces.

They definitely survive the Fire. In fact, when I mentioned in Love in a Time of Oppression that they liked in Lakarian City, my beta wrote back 'but they live right??' A couple of years after the courts decide Parmak can live on his own, Kerisa moves the whole family sans brother to Cardassia III. They're now known as the family of a traitor to the state, and it's not fun for anyone. They get through the Fire, on account of being in an outer colony which was less heavily hit by the Jem'Hadar and also thanks to some quick thinking by some of the daughters. In time, they make their way back to Prime.

Kerisa is mildly disapproving of this whole democracy thing that Kelas has gotten involved in. She asks 'but what happens when they reestablish the old order?' 'They won't,' he says, and the hope and relief in his voice touches her. Eventually, she lets the question go. She doesn't really understand it, just like many older Cardassians don't, but seeing her brother so in his element, so respected... she can't help but be happy for him. That, in fact, is what she feels about Garak too. She can't figure out why she feels uneasy about him, but she acquiesces. This new friend of Kelas' makes him happy.

Kerisa's daughters, of course, are well aware of the role Garak played in the uprising against the Dominion. They are all adults at this point. I'm not sure what the three younger daughters do, but Zeetal, the eldest, has become a dentist and is fully on board with her uncle's proposals to reform Cardassian health-care. She's quite pragmatic and doesn't really say it, but she's secretly very proud of her uncle the dissident. She and her sisters are also under no illusions about what his and Garak's relationship is.

Garak, of course, spends a lot of time working to charm Parmak's family. Kerisa is a little stand-offish, but Zina adores him. He talks to her about music and soaps (he's a sucker for them, unsurprisingly). For her hatch-day he gives her a little succulent to take care of. Zina is still very sheltered, but with Cardassian society changing, Parmak prods Kerisa to let her spend more time outside and on her own. After a while, Kerisa allows Garak to take her to the botanical gardens. Still not quite able to let go, she gets a table at the garden's café, fully intent to watch them throughout their visit. Kelas says this man can be trusted, but she doesn't like leaving Zina alone with anyone. So she watches them as they walk along the flower-beds, Zina's hand in the crook of Garak's arm. They keep stopping, and Zina dips out of view. Kerisa tries to make sense of what they are doing. As they continue around the bed of roses, she can see them both in profile. She sees Garak gesticulate with his free hand – she realises he is talking. Then Zina leans forward, towards the rosebush. Taking a rose in her hand, she puts her nose close to it and smells it. Kerisa can't really name what she's feeling. Why does that make her feel so odd? Because she has never thought to take Zina to smell the flowers. But this man did. She finishes her tea and leaves. She knows Garak will get Zina home safely.

#kelas parmak #i just. want. zina. to be happy ToT #unave #again thank you so much for the ask! #hope it was okay that i used it as a bit of a jumping-off point #i need to think more about the nieces honestly #star trek #garak

[rastronomicals]

11:01 AM EDT April 8, 2023:

Portico Quartet - "Dissident Gardens" From the album Memory Streams (October 4, 2019)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Contemporary UK Jazz

#Portico Quartet #Memory Streams #Dissident Gardens

[kylo-wrecked]

@valkxrie sent:// ❛  are you always this straightforward with strangers ?  ❜

—☾—

"No."

Ben thought. 

"Sometimes, yeah, I am," he said. "By accident. What do you want, anyway? You've been tailing me all night."

If he sounded drunk, he was probably drunk. Or he could be tired. Some nights it became a challenge to tell the difference. And soon, it wouldn't make any. He'd be in Singapore by his 25th birthday studying environmental sciences, and he wouldn't have a moment to drink. Ben was going to apply himself this time. As soon as he set foot in Changi Airport, things would be different.   

It was a moonless night in SoHo, and the Solo-Organas were among the 'intimate gathering' at the Prince Street home of a Chinese dissident painter. Now might've been his only chance to breathe when his futile effort to fill his lungs with hot, wet oil-slick air was interrupted by the reappearance of the tall, steadfast blonde he suspected of stalking him. 

She had a slightly upturned nose and ears—something of the fae about her. Except she had a stern, pert mouth and the sharp eyes of the martially trained. 

Ben told the immaculate blonde woman in grey, whoever she was, to fuck off. In so many words. Okay, he politely asked her to leave. She wouldn't.  

He studied the woman casting her shadow over the loft garden entrance more closely then. Something about her posture made his stomach sour. He knocked back the last fourth of a warm Pabst and set the can on a ledge. 

"What are you, armed forces? Sent to the green rooftops of lower Manhattan to protect me? From what? Myself?" He turned his profile on the skyline and scoffed. "Well, uh. I didn't approve this. Go post yourself by my mother." 

#valkxrie #m. au | modern!ben: the senator's son #mini thread #queue de la k #edited: for quality assurance

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For those still wondering, the Ryan Davis record is the best release of 2023.

Set 1: Reissues/Archival + 20 Tracks from 2023

Arthur Russell – In the Light of a Miracle

Dorothy Carter – Autumn Song

Laurie Styvers – Imagine the Lights Have Gone Out

PG Six – Unteleported Man

Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 – Flames Up Yours

The Dark – Resurrection 

Fury – Circle of Lies

INU – Don’t Eat Food!

Las Mordidas – Surrounded

Spike in Vain – Opus I & II

Africa Corps (Savage Republic) – Real Men (live)

Sonic Youth – I Love Her All the Time (live)

Masayuki Takayanagi – Mass Hysterism Part II

Milford Graves with Hugh Glover – March 11, 1976 III

Les Rallizes Denudes – Eternally Now (live CITTA ’93) 

Maxx Traxx – Reachin’ For It

High Rise – Sadducces Faith

Wolf Eyes W/ Spykes – 4

Tolerance – Sacrifice

Shizuka – 6 Gram Star

Rubber Blanket – Gandy Dancer

Khanate – It Wants to Fly (excerpt)

S*GLASS – Sorry About the False Bounce

Föllakzoid – V-III 

Monocot – The Voice Came

Daniel Villarreal – Chicali Outpost

Equipment Pointed Ankh – Late Night A.I.

Witness K – How Do We Count Your Poses

Coffin Prick – Town Without Pity 2

Olimpia Splendid – Jacksonin Paita

Terry – Jane Roe

Nusidm – Arm Unemployed

Dippers – Encouragement in Brackets 

Guardian Singles – Com Trans

Civic – Born in the Heat 

Married FM – I’m Gonna Find It 

Connections – Bird Has Flown

Son of Dribble – Shed

The Serfs – Club Deuce

Corker – Edge of Teeth

Set 2: 39 Songs from 2023

Stella Kola – November

Wheatie Mattiasch – Not the Angels

Maxine Funke – River Said

Suishou no Fune – A Rainbow Is Floating

Jana Horn – Love in Return

V.I.P.P. – Dancing

Famous Mammals – Like a Shadow

Non Plus Temps – Hide Away

Now – Rattray

Spiral Dub – High as Fuck

Violent Change – Whipping Boy 

Disintegration – Time Moves for Me

Home Front – Nation

Lifeguard – Alarm

The Toads – Nationalsville

Ulrika Spacek - Diskbänksrealism

Retirement – No Refund

Mother’s Milk – Xerox Cloak 

Glittering Insects – Remote Viewed Orgasm

FACS – Class Spectre

Skull Practitioners – Intruder

Los Mundos – Luz Perversa (en vivo)

Cheater Slicks – Fear

Emily Robb – Solo in A

The Sundae Painters – Thin Air

Animal Piss, It’s Everywhere – Pink Dolphin

Sparks – Nothing Is As Good As They Say It Is

The Clientele – Garden Eye Mantra

Lewsberg – Debbie

Usurabi – Even If It’s a Lie

Luxor Rentals – A Hallway

Drop Nineteens – T

Melenas – K2

Exek – On the Ground Floor

Silicone Prairie – Mirror on the Wall

Feeling Figures – Movement

The Smashing Times – Tuesday, Coming into Time

Colleen – Les parenthèses enchantées (Movement III)

Jaimie Branch – Take Over the World

Set 3: The Last 41 Best of 2023

Chi To Shizuku – Kawaki

The Lewers – O Karina

The Native Cats – Suplex

Cuticles – Know Not What

En Attendant Ana – Wonder

Tirzah – 2 D I C U V

Seekersinternational – Caught Up (Heart Breaks)

Ron Morelli – Gun Smoke

Leda – 2

Zuli – Bussra

Smirk – Polyrhythmic Ticks

The Dissidents – Patronized

Consensus Madness – Animosity

Stress Positions – Flaming Sword

Life Expectancy – Land Worm

Collate – Guilty Collector

Blue Dolphin – Docile Jannette

Flat Worms – Orion’s Belt

Los Llamarada – Waiting For Your Eyes

Dion Lunadon – Diamond Sea

Natural Information Society – Immemorial

Quade – Measure

The Split Bell Chime – You Can Tell Me Anything

Matmos – Why?

GUB – 4

DJ Manny – Ooh Baby

Tyvek – What It’s For

Gaadge – Candy Colored

Surveillance – Obvious

Miss Espana – Lirio Blanco

Axis: Sova – Join a Cult

Al Karpenter & CIA Debutante – Fuck You All to Fade No More

Beau Wanzer – Warm Waterboarding

Thee Retail Simps – Wrong Direction

Wireheads – Persistent Resistance

Adulkt Life – Blackout

Sharp Pins – Bye Bye Basil

The Tubs – Sniveler

Meg Baird – Star Hill Road

Ryan Davis & the Roadhouse Band – Flashes of Orange

Water Damage – FUCK THAT (Reel 13)

#heathen disco #best of 2023 #freeform radio #still single #mosurock #chicago #mixcloud

[officialacad]

A Brief History of the Academy

War was not an unknown variable to the bright Gidareans of Paranos before their ascension to space. Unlike most other civilizations, however, their first experience with international organizations was not universal churches or superstates, but rather an enormous university that had a strong grip over higher education, scientific inquiry and knowledge accumulation. This Academy heavily resisted any and all attempts by the Nations of Paranos to restrict its power and was instrumental in deescalating a Planetary War that threatened to annihilate the planet in nuclear fire.

The launch of the PAS (Paranos Academic Ship) T'nir marked the beginning of the Academy's extraplanetary age. Soon after their rise to the galactic stage, in a murky decision that is studied to this day, the Academy submitted as a vassal of the Nova Terran Grand Imperium, afterwards purging dissidents reforming as the Imperial Academy, one of the scientific arms of the imperial war machine.

For all their boasts, the Grand Imperium did not last forever, imploding as its Emperor left the galaxy. It was only the intervention of Sinala, an Academic defense AI originally named 'Red One', that the Academy managed to escape destruction and coups by remaining imperial loyalists. The Gidareans would be a driving force in the creation of the Fidelis Accord, a federation formed from the remnants of the old Imperialist Alliance.

Knight-Captain Vance attempted to take over the Academic government, only to be shot down by Sinala's defenses. Now, the Academy stands as a mysterious walled garden, spearheaded by a dual government: a democracy thrives in its interior while the Arbiter Sinala dutifully handles foreign affairs. After an alliance with the Zaxatel, formerly a nation in the @aradak-tribunal, the Academy controls five, densely populated planets: its homeworld of Paranos, a colony named Ionrila and Axakdas (lit. 'World of Ambition', in Yezut), this last one being mainly inhabited by Zaxatel Aradak.

#peritainia #stellaris rp

[charubblogs]

oc lore dump:Kratanor stunok

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ControlledFealtist: oh! hello!

CF: its wonderful to meet you, and under such good circumstances as well, I believe I have some questions to answer...

CF: Would it hurt to start with some softballs so I can understand the format a bit better?

Narrator: of course, perhaps a favorite snack then?

CF: its a bit embarrassing to say, but it shares the same spot as my favorite meal. Jpegified Green Apple Taffy, the crunch is wonderful and sometimes!!! it gets stuck in my back fangs and I can lick it up later as a treat.

CF: I understand that a healthy charub should diversify their sugers but its a bit hard... me and my brother suffer a bit of a allergy, and mother has a hard time finding food that we can stomach, we choose not to bother her as much as we can.

N: you mentioned a mother? some of our viewers may not understand what kind of relationship that entails.

CF: ah, i see. its a bit...like a platonic guardianship, the mother is supposed to feed protect and teach the younger creature from birth to maturity. though in most cases they are related by blood, in my case I was "adopted" which is more in line with the common lusus.

N: and do you belive that your "mother" fullfilled those requirments? or do you find them lacking on one of the three aspects you have listed?

cf: oh dear...I am... unsure if it is fair to judge her by the standards I have for her. as she is not part of the same species. that and my standareds may be a bit extreme, as my race are typically not raised.

N: that feels like a non answer, do you not want to answer?

cf: no no! she fed us and protected us, she ensured that dispite landing on a barren moon that we did not starve. she has her flaws but flaws are inharent. oh dear... yes i do belive that we should move on.

N: then here is an easy question, would you like a cough drop?

cf: oh! yes please! ack, bitter...*cough cough* ah, thank you. shareing a throat with my brother makes it hard to speak sometimes.

N: where would your brother be?

cf: oh! nowhere. cherubs share a body, when i fall asleep my brother will wake up and vice versa. though sometimes i find it a bit annoying... unless mother is being vigilant, ill sometimes wake up out of my bed in the middle of nowhere.

N: that seems inconvenient!

cf: very! but luckily, we are not as dichotomic as others of our race. we have come to a decent enough treatise that allows us to respect certain boundaries. though sometimes those treatises are broken.

N: would you be inclined to go into a bit more detail about that?

cf: yes i would! me and my brother to pass the time, like to explore our world. despite its barren nature, you can find a fair amount of odd artifacts and remains. our agreement was to have a nuetral storehouse with my artifacts and his remains.

cf: but given his tantrums he sometimes destroys said storehouses and claims that he did not. manageable, but childish.

cf: but lets not dwell on that.

N: oh of course! how about some hobbies?

cf: gardening! well... i hope to start gardening, the moon has poor soil quality. I also enjoy making models, though the low image quality makes the kits a bit hard to join together

cf: though with gardening i cant exactly grow anything that I can eat unless i process it extensivly... but the motions of going through it and the potential of seeing something grow make it more then worth it.

N: that actully brings me to my next question, How did you arrive on earth?

CF: an exacallent question! after a while, we managed to find the ruins of a rather large and seemingly technologically advanced city!

CF: which of course by itself? INSANELY intresting. well we found a ship in the wreckage! from what I can understand from the records scattered about, it was ment to send political prisoners, dissidents and sociatal nusiances off planet in "exile."

CF: me and my brother came to a mutual agreement that any rock was better then this one so we gathered up some supplies, fixed up the ship and blasted off!

N: That seems a little extreme, did you really have no other plans?

CF: well we did have a more dangerous option, but we flipped a coin about it.

N: what was that...?

CF: none of your concern~! but hey, were off the moon, we are stuck in wonderful verdent wildnerness, life is going absoloutly swimmingly~!

CF: ack! the cough drop wore off

#charubs #homestuck #oc #infodump