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lostloveletters · 4 months

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Bruised Fruit Chapter 8 (Michael Corleone x OC)

Summary: The sound of no longer distant wedding bells loom in the air as the reality of Gloria's new life with Michael closes in on her.

Note: Pre-Cana is a retreat or series of courses that couples getting married in the Catholic Church attend (it varies by parish or diocese). It’s basically pre-marriage counseling from a Catholic perspective. Also, the novel doesn’t specify which battle Michael was wounded in, just that Life magazine ran the article on him at some point in 1944 and he was discharged in early 1945 after Vito bribed a military doctor to say Michael was too badly wounded for him to return to combat. With this in mind, I’m going with Peleliu, which would make the most sense considering the vague canon timeline and its high wounded and casualty rates.

Warnings: Descriptions of pregnancy symptoms, mainly morning sickness.

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The moka pot on the stovetop hissed at Gloria while she was looking at the showtimes for Rio Bravo listed in that morning’s issue of Newsday. Grabbing a pen, she circled a few evening showings to present to Michael. If they got out of Pre-Cana early enough, they could catch a screening of it on the way to pick up the kids from her parents’ house.

Her elbow knocked against the espresso glasses she’d set out on the counter as she moved the moka pot off of the flame and onto a free burner. One of them nearly rolled onto the floor, but she managed to catch it just in time.

The espresso glasses were a brand new crystal set she’d bought at Lord & Taylor not long after they’d moved into the Long Beach house, making the drive upshore to Manhasset with Sandra. They were technically shot glasses, but the shop assistant in the housewares department enthusiastically assured her the glasses could withstand hotter temperatures. So far, they’d held up to the three or four small pots of espresso being made in the Corleone household each day.

Michael always drank some in the morning and then in the afternoons, usually an hour or two after lunch. Al took his with sambuca, as did Connie. Sandra drank hers black and piping hot, and Tom sometimes drank his cortado, though he didn’t drink espresso after 11am, claiming the caffeine would keep him up all night otherwise. Ciro drank his with lemon, and Dominic, Al’s protegee and another newer face around the house, would drink his straight, unless Al was around, and he’d add sambuca, too. Anthony had even started drinking espresso, acquiring a taste for it at her parents’ house and shocking her and Michael one morning when he asked for some.

Making espresso for everyone was one of the few ways Gloria was actually helpful in the kitchen, otherwise leaving the cooking to one of the Corleones or their maid, Margaret. The older woman had patiently taught Gloria how to cook Michael’s preferred breakfast of poached eggs and toast so she could make it when Margaret was off on the weekends.

Al Neri had let himself in, quietly, as he normally did, though his near silent arrival didn’t startle Gloria anymore.

��Morning, Al. Michael hasn’t come down yet. Espresso’s fresh, though. Help yourself.”

Al nodded. “Thanks, Gloria.”

“Have you eaten? I’m gonna make eggs when Michael comes down, and I think we have some leftovers from last night in the fridge.”

She’d already had a plate of cold ziti for breakfast herself.

Gloria couldn’t concentrate on cooking for long enough to get any good at it, finding each step of the process mind-numbingly boring and would get distracted if she felt like something was taking too long to chop or boil or whatever she was supposed to do with the ingredients. One of the benefits of working with the casino’s restaurant in Vegas was getting free meals from the kitchen, usually extra food or untouched meals the picky patrons had sent back. Except to make coffee or heat up leftovers from work, she rarely ventured into her kitchen when living on her own.

Espresso took only a few minutes to brew, though, and she could multitask while keeping an eye on the pot.

He shook his head. “I got a sandwich from that deli by my place on the way here.”

Al had bought a house in Lynbrook with the move, only a twenty minute drive from them, less if traffic wasn’t too bad. His place turned out to be about ten minutes from her parents’ house in Rosedale, which made Michael feel better about letting the kids spend the night there sometimes. Gloria liked Long Beach, though, especially since summer was rapidly approaching and some of the seasonal places were starting to open up.

“Do you go to the movies?” she asked, eyes flicking back to the showtimes in the paper on the counter.

“Not in a long time,” he said.

“I was thinking of asking Michael to take me.”

“Ask me to take you where?” Michael asked, walking into the kitchen and giving Gloria a kiss on the cheek. “Morning, Al.”

“To the movies. We should go see Rio Bravo.”

“Isn’t that a Western? You don’t like Westerns.”

“I like Ricky Nelson,” she said. “We haven’t been to the movies since we saw Cat on a Hot Tin Roof last year.”

He conceded more easily than she expected. “Alright, darling. How about after Pre-Cana? We can get dinner and then go to the movies since your parents are watching the kids today.”

“Great! Oh, let me get your breakfast ready. Are you sure you’re not hungry, Al?” she asked.

He shook his head, opting for his espresso.

Michael poured himself some, and Gloria got to work on making his breakfast. The toast was easy enough, but she always felt like she could do a little better on the poached eggs. Though if Michael thought so, he never said anything to her.

Gloria wasn’t sure what to expect from Pre-Cana. Michael hadn’t taken it with Kay since they didn’t have a Catholic wedding, and the concept was brand new when Jackie and Vivian had gotten married. The church secretary at St. Catherine’s said it wasn’t exactly a requirement, but strongly encouraged, which meant that if they wanted to keep their late August wedding date, they better go.

As soon as she scooped the poached eggs from the boiling water, the scent hit her nose in an unfamiliar, nauseating way, and she clumsily dropped the egg on top of the slice of toast, gagging as she did so.

Michael and Al shared a perplexed look as Gloria ran past them into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her.

She could hardly look at the contents of the toilet, promptly flushing it. A knock at the door startled her, though she should have expected Michael to check on her when she made such a scene.

“Gloria? Are you alright?”

“Yeah I—just give me a minute.” She clumsily grabbed a bottle of mouthwash beneath the sink, filling her mouth with the burning mint taste and spitting it out into the sink. She washed her hands, accidentally splashing the mirror with water when Michael abruptly opened the bathroom door.

“What made you sick?” he asked, concern evident in his features as he took in the burst blood vessels in her face, leaving the skin splotchy and her usual eyebags even darker.

“Maybe someone left the milk out too long,” she said, avoiding his gaze as she dried her hands. “I put it in my coffee earlier, and it smelled a little weird.”

Michael was silent, staring at her for a moment before seemingly accepting her explanation. “Should I call the parish and ask them to reschedule our Pre-Cana?”

She shook her head. “I’ll be fine. I’m just gonna sit outside. Get some air.” Because the mere thought of being in the room as those fucking eggs nearly made her gag again.

She knew Michael was watching her from the window as she made her way to one of the patio chairs next to the vegetable garden. It had been his late father’s hobby in his retirement. Everyone who lived there since had kept it up in one way or another, all friends of the family, Michael had told her. As the house had never gone to strangers, they tended to the garden in Vito’s honor. Tom’s wife Theresa usually busied herself with it. Gloria helped once in a while, though she could tell Theresa didn’t care much for her and only made polite conversation whenever she was around. Perhaps Gloria’s presence served as a reminder of her husband’s infidelity with her own sister-in-law, unless Theresa really didn’t know, and disliked Gloria on the principle of her having been Michael’s mistress. Regardless, Gloria certainly wasn’t one to snitch on such a situation, and she had no qualms about keeping whatever secrets she needed to from whichever Corleone she needed to.

Gloria kept secrets from Michael even after he told her about Apollonia. Hers was about his other ex-wife, the one who he probably wished were dead. Instead, Kay was back in New England, just outside of Hartford, to be exact. Gloria had gotten the address from Connie, who’d been keeping in touch with her former sister-in-law. Using her parents’ house as the return address, Gloria had sent Kay the colorful crafts Anthony and Mary had made in school for Mother’s Day earlier that month.

Trying to hide an almost certain pregnancy from him was becoming a near impossible task. She looked at the tomatoes growing in their vines, green in the late spring and soon to be ripe and red in the coming weeks. Michael would be glad she was pregnant, she had no doubt about that. It was exactly what he wanted, and just what she dreaded.

She brought her fingers to her temples in an attempt to massage out the dull headache that emerged. The screen door opened, and she didn’t bother to see who’d come outside. Michael stood next to her, his shadow shielding her from the sunlight that exacerbated her headache.

He handed her a glass of water. “Your head must be killing you.”

Gloria downed the water, cool droplets spilling from the corners of her mouth but paying it to mind. She set the glass down, wiping her face with the back of her hand, acutely aware of the way Michael was staring at her, deep in thought as he took in the state of her again.

“Thanks,” she said.

“I called the parish anyway, the secretary said there’s one we can go to next weekend. Think you’re up for a movie?” he asked.

She smiled. “I think I can manage that.”

“I checked the paper, we can go to the screening at two, get an early dinner, and then go to your parents’.”

“Alright, I’m gonna take a nap, then. Wake me by one if I’m not up?”

He nodded, taking her hand and kissing the top of it. “Get some rest, darling.”

The first thing Gloria did when she got to the master suite was brush her teeth, avoiding her reflection. How long would it be before she began losing teeth? She knew plenty of women who’d experienced that or hair loss or brittle bones, all a result of the baby leeching nutrients from its host.

When she got into bed, she buried her face in her pillow and screamed. So much had changed already, and the moment Michael caught wind she was pregnant, her life as she knew it would be his. There was no more hiding it, though, no possible way when there were eyes on her at all times. Every one of her soon-to-be in-laws were undyingly loyal to him in addition to the men he had at his disposal. Hell, he probably already knew.

Michael couldn’t have woken her up to go to the movies soon enough. Not that she figured she’s gotten any sleep anyway, too caught up in her thoughts to actually rest. But she needed to get out of the house and go somewhere. Maybe it’d be easier to tell him if they were in public, and she had to keep her composure.

In the theater, she focused on the movie, tried to enjoy herself despite Ricky Nelson not singing nearly as much as she’d hoped and her not caring much for Westerns to begin with. Michael had taken the time to go with her, though, and was trying to salvage the day so it wasn’t totally lost. His devotion, his attention was overwhelming at times, especially when so much of it belonged to her.

“I still don’t like Westerns, but I like that song Dean Martin and Ricky Nelson did,” she said as they walked out of the movie theater.

Michael nodded. “Dean Martin’s always good.”

“Did you get a chance to see him when he did that show with Jerry Lewis at the casino? What was it, four years ago now? It was a riot.”

“I did. Kay and I went.”

Right. Gloria hadn’t been scheduled to work the three days Michael and Kay were there. She didn’t see him for nearly a month after that and figured their affair of nearly a year was over, surprised it had even gone on that long. No hard feelings, no love lost, fun while it lasted. Then he returned to Las Vegas on business, something Fredo had avoided telling her in what he perceived as an attempt to spare her feelings. She was friendly when she and Michael crossed paths in the casino’s lounge. Less than an hour after she was off the clock, they were up in that hotel room again.

Thinking about Las Vegas felt like watching a movie itself, as though it were someone else’s life entirely. She still longed for it from her invisible cage of domesticity and privately mourned for it as if it were the greatest love of her life. Maybe it was.

“Anywhere specific you wanna eat?” Michael asked.

Gloria cleared her throat. “Maybe we could try that restaurant up the street, the one with the seashell on the sign? I’ve never been, but Janine was saying it’s good.”

“Who’s Janine?”

“Michael, she lives two houses down from us.”

“The Avon lady?”

Among their neighbors, Gloria liked Janine the most. She didn’t mind Gloria hanging out at her house a few days a week and was pretty good company. Her house wasn’t pristinely tidy, and she’d sometimes get tipsy on sherry by 3pm and end up ordering Chinese takeout or making TV dinners for her family. Or maybe it had something to do with Gloria buying something every time a new Avon catalog came out.

Gloria laughed. “Yeah, her. Mary’s going to her daughter Diana’s birthday party next month. She and my mom already picked out a gift.”

“Alright, let’s try it.”

“She said they have good Salisbury steak.”

“Salisbury steak? You must be feeling better from this morning.”

“I’m starving, actually.”

The few handfuls of popcorn she had in the theater certainly wasn’t enough to make up for two missed meals. Her stomach rumbled as they neared the restaurant, the smell of its kitchen mixed with the nearby sea breeze oddly enough to smell delicious in the moment. It wasn’t crowded for four in the afternoon on a Saturday. They were seated in a booth by a window that had a decent view of the beach.

“I’ll have a club soda, and she’ll have a rum and coke,” Michael said to the waiter.

Gloria shook her head. “Just a Coke for me, actually.”

Michael’s eyes shot over to his fiance, Gloria avoiding his gaze and playing with the corner of the tablecloth. The waiter took the hint to leave the couple alone, mumbling about giving them more time to look over the menu.

By the time Gloria let out a shaky breath, she knew he’d put two and two together, probably had since that morning. It wasn’t any easier for her to say it. “I think I’m pregnant.”

“Are you sure? Have you seen a doctor?” he asked.

“My period’s a few weeks late.”

“You’re scared,” he observed softly.

“I’ve never done this before,” she half-joked.

He reached over the table, taking one of her hands firmly in his. “You and our son will want for nothing. The best doctors are a phone call away.” When he noticed this didn’t seem to assuage her nerves, he added, “I’ll be with you through all of it.”

“I know you will.”

“Then you have no reason to worry. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“You’ve known for a while, haven’t you?”

“I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Monday morning I want you to make an appointment to be sure.”

“I sure feel like I can eat for two,” Gloria said.

Michael smiled. “Then go ahead and order for two.”

The waiter returned with their drinks, seeming to wait until the intense discussion was over. He gave them another few minutes to look at the menu, and suddenly, Gloria wanted to order everything. Even asking Michael what he was getting, a grilled pork chop with green beans, didn’t help narrow down her options.

Gloria’s Salisbury steak came with two sides, and she chose mashed potatoes and creamed spinach after some internal debate. Before the waiter could walk back to the kitchen, she ordered a plate of grilled scallops, too. One of the things she had missed about living in New York when she was in Vegas was the fresh seafood.

“What do you think of Ciro looking after you?” Michael asked as he cut into his grilled pork chop. “Just whenever you leave the house, to be safe.”

“I like Ciro,” she said. “He’s nice. Kept a close eye on us during the bachelorette party.”

“Good. I trust him,” he said. “How are the scallops?”

She nodded her approval, sliding the plate toward him while chewing a chunk of steak she’d shoved in her mouth. As far as she was concerned, Salisbury steak and hamburger steak were the same thing, but for some reason, it felt like the greatest meal she’d ever eaten. Some of it was relief from not trying to hide her pregnancy from Michael anymore, even though she dreaded the thought of what the following eight months would involve.

She glanced over at Michael. For all the rotten luck or poor decision-making in the world, he chose the one Sicilian girl without a maternal bone in her body. Then again, he always saw something in her no one else seemed to, and it even left her at a loss sometimes. For his sake, she hoped the baby was a boy, but personally had no preference and was already thinking of how often she could pass child-rearing responsibilities onto her mother. At least buying stuff for the kid and redecorating one of the spare bedrooms into a nursery would be fun.

“I should get decaf, shouldn’t I?” Gloria mused aloud when they finished their meals, ready to order coffee.

Michael nodded. “Wouldn’t hurt.”

“That stuff’s awful.”

“It’s only a few months.”

“God, and I won’t even be able to drink at the wedding,” she lamented.

“Don’t worry, most of our guests will drink more than enough for the both of us.”

“How crazy is it gonna be?”

“I’d be surprised if there were less than two hundred people there.”

“Jesus,” Gloria whispered. “Is that including family?”

“Yours and mine, and then some acquaintances and business associates as well. I figured since we’re having the reception at the house, it wouldn’t hurt to invite the neighbors.”

“Really?”

“Like you said when we first moved in, they’ll notice if we’re antisocial. Just remember to keep them at arms’ length.”

The drive from the restaurant to her parents’ house felt oddly long for a weekend, but it gave her a chance to actually think about the wedding for the first time in a while. Connie and Sandra had taken on most of the wedding planning duties of their own volition, with Gloria in charge of picking out her dress, the cake, and a band to play at the reception. The latter was a task she took seriously, wanting to find a group that could play music to her tastes and also to that of the plethora of old school Sicilians who’d expect to hear a tarantella or two at some point during the celebration.

Gloria was relieved to see Vivian’s car in her parents’ driveway when Michael pulled up. Having Jackie and Vivian around always lowered the tension between her parents and Michael. Vivian liked him well enough, even though they’d butt heads at times. Jackie and Michael carried on friendly conversations on their own. Gloria wasn’t sure what she’d have done if Jackie disliked her fiance the way their father did.

“Hey Mike,” Jackie said, shaking Michael’s hand when they walked inside.

Michael smiled. “Good to see you, Jackie.”

“Hi Michael,” Jack said. “The kids are upstairs painting with Julia.”

“I’ll go see what they’re up to,” Michael said. “The kids love that craft room.”

Jack smiled. “Good, we’re glad to have them over any time.”

Michael disappeared upstairs, and Gloria followed her family into the living room, declining Vivian’s offer for coffee. Might as well try to be responsible, though if she’d known the shot of espresso she drank earlier that morning would be her last for the better part of a year, she would have savored it more. Or at least tried harder not to throw it up.

“How was Pre-Cana?” Jack asked.

“I got sick this morning, so we’re gonna go next weekend.”

“Again?” Julia asked as she made her way downstairs.

“It was some spoiled milk. I’m fine. We’re going next weekend, wedding’s still on, nothing to be concerned about,” Gloria said.

“We just got the invitation in the mail. You can mark us as a definite yes,” Vivian said. “How many people are going to be there?”

“The guest list was a little over two hundred fifty people long, last I heard.”

“Two hundred fifty,” Julia repeated. “Jack, did you hear that? I don’t think we had more than thirty at ours, both our families combined.”

“That’s because theirs isn’t gonna be all family,” Jack said. “Your fiance’s business associates, I’m sure.”

“Dad, c’mon,” Vivian scolded, trying to keep the heat off Gloria.

“Oh, Gloria, that’s shameful if he uses your wedding day as a front for all of that,” Julia objected.

Jack scoffed. “What else is it for? A cover for all of those people slinking about for their debts and favors. Just watch, you’ll be surprised at who shows up for his generosity .”

“You two are ridiculous,” Gloria said. “That’s not what it’s going to be like at all.”

She actually didn’t know what the hell the wedding was going to be like, and it wouldn’t surprise her if Michael’s work did keep him away for some of the reception. Because there were things pertinent to running an olive oil importing company that required him to step away from family events for hours at a time. Even if he spent the day glued to her side, she was sure her parents would find something to pick apart.

Frustrated, she headed outside and couldn’t light a cigarette fast enough. Jackie followed her, though he kept his distance, standing closer to the back door than she was.

“Hey,” Jackie said. “Everything alright?”

“Just mom and dad being jerks about Michael and the wedding.”

“They’ll come around. He’s not a bad guy.”

“You really like him?”

“I don’t know what he does for a living, and I don’t really care. All I know is, this guy got transferred to my company after he got wounded on Peleliu. That article came out just before Christmas in ‘44. We got the magazines with these shitty rock-hard cookies that had nuts in them. But he said Michael was a good captain, saved his life. Some guys said it was a real shame he got discharged before Okinawa. They really admired him.”

Gloria took a long drag from her cigarette, letting out a shaky exhale. In nearly fifteen years, that was the most Jackie had said to her about his time overseas. All she knew was that he was with the First Marines and didn’t write many letters home, but when he did, it seemed like he was always on a different island and had less and less to say. After he returned to New York, he’d answer her questions with one-word responses or pretend he didn’t hear her at all.

She learned not to take his avoidance of the topic personally, though it took a while. The only person who knew the most about what Jackie experienced, besides the men he fought with–few of whom he kept in touch with over the years–was Vivian. In that case, Gloria didn’t pry, not wanting to pressure her sister-in-law to betray her brother’s confidence.

“Why is this the first time you’re telling me about it?”

“It wasn’t exactly a fucking vacation, Gloria.”

“I know that. Michael’s told me enough about it to have a clue. That’s why I talked to him in the first place five years ago, and that’s how I ended up back here. Because I wanted to understand what happened to you, but you shut me out.”

“What was I supposed to say to you back then? You were a thirteen-year-old kid!”

“I don’t know! Just…something. I missed you so much, Jackie, and it was like you left and never came back.”

“I didn’t. That’s what you have to understand, Gloria. Alright? Michael–he got fucking shot and came out of it better than most guys I know. Whatever the hell he does, he’s good at it. It’s like he can put his emotions in a box and leave them there. That’s why he’s good for you.”

“Compartmentalize.”

“What?”

“The emotions in a box thing. He compartmentalizes.”

“There you go.”

Gloria stubbed out her cigarette on her heel. “I’m glad you like him. I don’t think mom and dad ever will, though.”

“All that mob stuff’s true, huh?”

“He doesn’t tell me a lot, but probably.”

“I bet the cops are gonna be all over the wedding.”

“Oh, I can just see dad telling them all the details now.”

Jackie snickered. “It’ll be fine.”

“With two hundred fifty people there? Fat chance.”

#michael corleone x oc #michael corleone x ofc #the godfather #michael corleone #the godfather x oc #the godfather fanfic #michael corleone fanfic #the godfather part ii #bruised fruit fic

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nerdgatehobbit · 2 months

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3/15/24

I hope everyone’s enjoying the stabby day! And yes, I had apple pie yesterday.

Leverage & The Librarians are both great so far. The interesting thing is that the disc order is different from the airing order for the former’s season 1 DVD set. Though I have seen that info about how season 1 of The Librarians was aired out of intended order, so I’m guessing there’s something similar going on. FYI, Cadman’s actress Jaime Ray Newman played Aimee in the latest episode I saw, so that was fun. While I recognized her, I did have to look her up to remember where from. I’m early in the 2nd season of The Librarians; I’ve gathered that Flynn might have some moments of falling short, but I can respect the writers not wanting him to overshadow the others, so I’m liable to be chill about it. Not 100% sure, given his Blorbo status in my eyes, but more sure than not.

… I’ll try to get better about making posts about them. I did snag a screencap of Leverage using one of The Librarian movies as an in-flight movie. That was a cute reference! I’m also appreciative of how there are Star Trek people on & off camera in them.

Once I make/schedule the posts for “They’re Playing My Song”, I can move on to watching the last episode on Static Shock’s first disc. It’s held up pretty well so far (ruefully so in some cases).

Thus far I’m still lukewarm about Star Trek TNG and I’m feeling kinda bad about it. Hopefully I’ll enjoy it more as I keep watching season 2. I’ve caught a few episodes of the Sister Boniface Mysteries when Mom was watching and I enjoyed them.

Last month, I did see & enjoy TLM 2023, but I’m holding off until Mermay to post a lot about it. I did get around to getting screenshots from BATB 2022; I’m debating on if I’ll add onto the previous posts with the phone photos or if they should get their own posts.

Pokémon Masters has stayed fun. I got the free Riley & Lucario, and I picked Lucas & Dialga out of the three half-anniversary options (I already had Gloria & Zacian, and since I have Anabel & Snorlax I wasn’t pressed to get Red & Snorlax). Seeing Adaman & Irida in modern garb in the latest event was a bit odd. Since, I’m hoping that eventually Warden Ingo will become available.

… I ought to get back to the anime. Also the Pokémon TV app is going away soon, so I feel justified in having obtained DVD sets.

Sooner rather than later I’m going to end up screencapping BBC Merlin to get more Gwen content, but not quite yet.

Edit: I almost forgot, I got Warehouse 13 at the library for $10 on my latest visit. That’s on the back burner, but at that price I could justify my curiosity.

#my ramblings

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deathdisc · 9 months

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Do you have character bios? Were they based on any specific people

I'm just going to stick with splatter platter right now because my other projects are currently on the back burner but I have a lot of other original character outside of this story.

Lonnie is just me lol , although I made a ref/bio sheet for the caricature awhile back cuz I hated it. I have a lot of characters that I've yet to make any sort of sheet for because I'm still so busy working on splatter platter , but I do have one for Gloria and Phoebe :)

Gloria isn't based off anyone she just popped up one day in my sketchbook when I was like 15. I've had a strong connection to the song Gloria by Patti Smith since I can remember (literally one of my first memories growing up was hearing it in the car) . Some of her mannerisms, decisions and trauma are based off unfortunate events I experienced as a teenager. I love her to pieces though, she helps me cope with being lonely and processing a lot of trauma that I've experienced, she's my muse ❤️

Phoebe is the same. I originally drew her last year just to be a victim in splatter platter but she very quickly evolved into something else. The past few days Ive realized how much she looks and shares similarities with Nancy Spongen which just makes me kick my feet and giggle it makes me love and appreciate Phoebe so much more, especially since I wrote her to be a new Yorker in the punk scene during the same period of time. I love when coincidences like that come up in my writing.

There's bits and pieces of myself and or other people I've met in all of my characters. Ive been neglecting a lot of my original characters recently because what I'm working on in splatter platter is very isolated and only involves Gloria and Lonnie though.

#ask #oc #splatter platter #i can post the two for Phoebe and gloria in s bit #i need to remake one for lonnie

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sierra6x · 1 year

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------edits of sierra six ; gloria's phone contact edition (@medicbled) ©

( note how there's no e-mail or dob. just the burner number, which originates in dresden, germany )

#ii. images #mine.#conn. medicbled

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bluetapes · 2 years

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x-ray five: Jute Gyte - The Sparrow

One of the big ones. One-man black-metal band Jute Gyte's contribution to the Blue Tapes canon is less a BM record and more a wormhole opening to a universe where the very physics of music as we understand it operate fundamentally differently.

Billed at the time as an EP, there is an album's length of music across the two tracks - The Sparrow, presented as one-side of a single-sided, screenprinted LP; and Monadanom, available as an accompanying download.

The title-track is a searing piece of microtonal metal influenced by Gloria Coates as much as any badger-faced church-burner.

Monadanom is an even deeper, weirder proposition - an unheimlich instrumental that sounds like little else.

One of the most unique looking of our x-ray vinyl series, the single-sided LP looks like a strange eye where they lids are moths?!

Stark, minimal - offering few clues.

Still got copies of this one at the link above.

#jute gyte #black metal #gloria coates #microtonal metal #avant-metal #exprimental music #noise music

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julie1971 · 9 months

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My advice to you

First, sit everything that bothers you on the back burner, and seek your heavenly Father’s love. Seek out a living relationship with Him and seek to learn of His deep love for you… it will change your life! If you are up to reading a book that will lift you up and build your relationship with God… I recommend a book called Blessed Beyond Measure by Gloria Copeland. I want to warn you, it is known…

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#Bible Study #Self-Help #Spiritual #Spiritual Help #Spirituality and Truth

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ochoislas · 1 year

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Al alba, se empina un conejo comiendo bayas del espárrago.

At dawn, a rabbit stretches tall to eat the red asparagus berries.

La gorda culebra rayada salió por el fuego de la cocina tras pasar una fría noche enroscada al piloto rojo.

The big fat garter snake emerged from the gas-stove burner where she had coiled around the pilot light for warmth on a cold night.

Grifo que gotea en un perol, un perro beborroteando, misma suave música.

Faucet dripping into a pan, dog lapping water, the same sweet music.

El trepador atareado por el tronco del árbol, unas veces se está arriba...

The nuthatch is in business on the tree trunk, fortunes up and down.

Remando por el lago y todas las libélulas jodiendo. Paren al menos un domingo.

Rowing across the lake all the dragonflies are screwing. Stop it. It’s Sunday.

Sólo hoy escuché al río dentro del río.

Only today I heard the river within the river.

Nada que hacer. Ni adónde ir. La polilla se ahogó en el vaso de whisky. La misma gloria.

Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. The moth just drowned in the whiskey glass. This is heaven.

Jim Harrison / Ted Kooser

di-versión©ochoislas

#Jim Harrison / Ted Kooser #literatura estadounidense #poesía contemporánea #naturaleza #observación #alalimón #di-versiones©ochoislas

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I just wrote a 5K chapter for My Dream Man,,, enjoy chapter 3 ^_^

(VERY MATURE)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31014044/chapters/77006564

#marvel #mcu #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #tfatws #fanficton #sambucky fic #fluff #angst #steve rogers #Captain america #winterfalcon #Steve x oc #trans oc #stevoria #Gloria burner

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tfc2211 · 2 years

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Play ▶ 60's Beat/Mod/R&B/Rock/Blues/Soul/Psych MPEG-4 Audio

Tracks 01 - Can't Lose My Head - Chris Blackwell 02 - Whiplash - Leon & The Burners 03 - Liar Liar - Los Iberos 04 - Catch A Failing Star - Françiose Hardy 05 - The Naked Camera - Herbie Hancock 06 - Comin' On Strong - Tony Richie 07 - Don't Lie To Me - The Quiet Five 08 - Dirty Robber - The Wailers 09 - You Can Make It - Richard & The Young Lions 10 - Os Monstros - The Blackstones 11 - I'll Find Out - The Masonics 12 - Lucifer Sam - Pink Floyd 13 - Light Bulb Blues - The Shadows Of Night 14 - Sliced Tomatoes - Just Brothers 15 - She's So Fine - The Easybeats 16 - When I'm Gone - John Mayall & The Bluesbreakers 17 - Nobody To Love - 13th Floor Elevators 18 - Up-Hard - Willie Mitchell 19 - The Work Song - Tommy Hunt 20 - Trampoline - The Spencer Davies Group 21 - Honey What's Wrong - The Rolling Stones 22 - Trouble - The Music Machine 23 - I'm Shakin' - Little Willie John 24 - I Need You - The Kinks 25 - Tainted Love - Gloria Jones 26 - Stroll On - The Yardbirds 27 - Little Girl - Them 28 - Medication - The Standells 29 - Hold On - Sharon Tandy 30 - Spoonful - Q'65 31 - 7 And 7 Is - Love 32 - l'Amore De Giovani - Los Brincos 33 - On Nous Cache Tout, On Nous Dit Rien - Jacques Dutronc

#Music Compilation #Pink Floyd #Françiose Hardy #The Shadows Of Knight #13th Floor Elevators #The Kinks #Them #The Yardbirds #Tony Richie #Herbie Hancock #The Quiet Five #The Wailers #Little Willie John #Love #Gloria Jones

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Ralphi Rosario - “You Used To Hold Me” Best of Hot Mix 5 ‘88 1988 House

Folks, I got what you might consider to be a rare one today. Now, you could find this particular mix of Chicago legend Ralphi Rosario's all-time house classic, "You Used to Hold Me," pretty easily if you just bought the comp it appeared on, Best Of Hot Mix 5 '88, for literally a few bucks. So this isn't at all rare in that regard. BUT, this particular mix is also, headscratchingly, nowhere to be found on either Spotify or YouTube, so I guess it is kinda rare since two of the largest publicly available music libraries don't have it.

Anyway, from critic John Bush:

He became a famed mainstream/house producer and remixer by the 1990s, but Ralphi Rosario will forever be known as the author of house's most infectious hit, "You Used to Hold Me," as well as his status as a member of the illustrious Hot Mix 5 radio team that consistently lit up Chicago's WBMX during the 1980s with the best house tracks of the day.

Ralphi Rosario hasn’t let up off the gas ever since he started DJing with disco, soul, and pop records as a kid back in 1979. When he was just a freshman in high school, an hourlong mix he made was sent to Chicago radio station WBMX and played on the air. And before long, Rosario would become the youngest member of house music’s most iconic DJ collective, the Hot Mix 5.

Since then, Rosario has remixed countless artists, ranging from Matchbox Twenty(!) to just about every vocal pop diva imaginable (Donna Summer, Cher, Madonna, Rihanna, Beyoncé, Ariana Grande, Celine Dion, Cyndi Lauper, Gloria Estefan, Janet Jackson, Jennifer Lopez, Kelly Clarkson, Mariah Carey, the Spice Girls, and Katy Perry, to name just some). And unlike his peers, he’s probably the only house pioneer who’s been able to consistently keep up, adapt, and stay relevant. As one half of remixing duo Rosabel, Rosario has earned a Grammy nom, and since 2000, has racked up seven #1 hits on Billboard’s dance chart. No single house artist has had the steadfastness and appeal that Ralphi Rosario continues to possess.

And yet, despite his strong career of divine house jams, his most famous accolade, as well as his first, is still to this day his 1987 dancefloor burner, “You Used to Hold Me,” featuring Xaviera Gold on vocals. A little word to the wise: if you’re making a playlist or mix of house classics and that song ain’t on it, then you fucked up; simple as that. “You Used to Hold Me” is the first song that really showcased what Rosario was capable of as a house artist, and also what he could do with a diva’s vocals. There’s no doubt that it's the track that put him on a path towards his decades-long tradition of remixing female superstars. Xaviera Gold wasn’t a star by any means, but she damn well had the confidence and gravitas of one.

And the irony of it all is that, originally, Rosario wasn’t even feeling his own track. From a translated interview in Voce Spettacolo:

Everyone in Chicago was doing tracks like ‘Jack this’ or Jack that’.. I decided to take a semi-serious approach. I was up recording & putting the final touches on ‘You used to hold me’ and after it was done, I doubted myself severly [sic]. I thought it was a fluke ; and that it was too serious for the tracks that graced the dancefloors. I really didn’t think much of it. But I soon learned that it was not MY decision to make. The responses were extreme, and I didn’t see the success it reeled overseas & the impact that it made. Like I do now, I just moved onward and forgot about it. It was interesting to see how it was imbraced [sic]. It was a song in the making ; and just like my past years of dance music, it had staying power. Staying power and the ability to become ‘Classic’ on the dancefloors is rare and not to be found these days.

So here's this "rare" remix off the Best Of Hot Mix 5 '88 LP, which has some very noticeable differences compared to the original version that came out the year prior. See, while the original version can be split into two parts—the Xaviera Gold singing-and-monolgue part, followed by Rosario dazzling clubgoers with sampled, chopped-up, and sprinkled bits of those same singing-and-monolgue pieces—this remix isn't nearly as linear. Gold’s regular vocals are instead sandwiched between samples and chop-ups. And those samples and chops, as well as Gold's vocals, are different from the original! She has a section in the first third where she sounds much calmer, almost resigned to the fact that her guy doesn't seem to love her anymore. More than that, a lot of the drums on this track are totally different from the original and there's even a segment that has some squelching and zippering TB-303 acid in it, which you can't find in the original version at all either!

Anyone out there who loves the original mix of "You Used to Hold Me" should check this mix out, too. The liner notes don't reveal who's responsible for it, but my guess is that it's Rosario himself. It's really not rare, but you also can't seem to find it to stream anywhere, so I guess we'll call it, uh, medium rare? 😅

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[ melissa barrera. cis woman. she/her. ] Simone Sosa is thirty years old and has been in Santo Padre for thirty years. She is a member of the Sons of Ragnarok and a manager/grower at Bada Dispensary.

tw: deportation, depression, drugs

- Simone Rosa Sosa was the first child born to Hector and Ximena Sosa, named for the Nina Simone song that was playing in the bar the night that they met

- her brother Alejandro and her twin sisters Gloria and Julieta are seven and ten years younger than her respectively

- she had a happy childhood in santo padre; a rich social life playing with the children in her neighborhood and a house that was always filled with laughter, music, prayers and good humored arguments

- when simone was seventeen her father hector, a local landscaper and talented gardner, had been a member of the order of odin -- using his takes from runs to save up for a better education for his children. however, on one particular run, he was pulled over by police who searched his truck and found the weapons and ammunition being smuggled strategically in landscaping supplies. hector refused to pin the weapons on the gang, and was deported back to mexico shortly after his arrest.

-the loss of her father devastated her family, causing xiemna to fall into a deep depression that left her bedridden for months on end. simone stepped up and took on the role as main care-giver to her younger siblings, putting her dreams of going out of state for college onto the back burner.

-instead, after taking a four year break from school, simone attended the local community college to major in botany with a minor in agriculture, arranging her classes around her younger siblings schedules.

-while she was in college simone took to growing marijuana in her father’s old greenhouse. first, it was an experiment just to see if she could do it. then one plant became five, and then five became twenty, and then twenty became dabbling in making her own strains, and then became a small scale dealing operations on the community college campus

-after a couple of years, she and her business were noticed and simone recruited by the sons of ragnarok to join their drug operations -- wanting the help of protection for her younger siblings and more income to help put them into college, simone agreed and became a prospect becoming a full fledged member a year later and has remained so for the last six years

PERSONALITY.

-high spirited, loves to laugh and have fun -- has epecially cut loose since her mother moved to arizona and her siblings have all entered college

-slow to anger and good at hiding it -- will extract calculated revenge when it is least expected

-very grounded and always thinking about the bigger picture and planning for the worst case scenario, not impulsive which makes her a great asset in high pressure situations

-very caring, but knows when business it business and not to get feelings thrown in

FUN FACTS.

-drives her father’s old 1972 harley model, has blacked out any O3 insignia that it held

-drink of choice is a paloma, but isn’t above drinking straight tequlia

-has multiple tattoos, mostly floral

-loves to go dancing; big fan of ABBA

-does yoga, loves crystals and vinatage styles

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

-simone is a brand new baby so she really is a free for all connections wise! it’s possible for her to have family in town (her siblings will remain NPCs), life long friends or enemies are possible. she did grow up around O3, so there may be bad blood in some relationships over her defecting to the sons. she is openly bisexual so all kinda of romantic connections are available as well! as always, feel free to hit me up if you wanna bounce ideas!

#simone (intro.)

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Dark Woods Circus AU Chapter 13: A Break From The Circus

Saturday 11PM, it was peaceful in the Motherlobe… well, outside the Motherlobe. Hollis had planned that the performers should step outside the Motherlobe. Raz and Lili did step out of the Motherlobe, mainly because Ford felt a weird energy off them. Hollis had thought of having a bbq and picnic outside the Motherlobe, as Gisu stated that the only performers who stepped outside were her, Morris, Sasha, Milla, and Raz and Lili. Sasha and Milla stepped out when they waltz in the night, Raz and Lili went outside to see Lucrecia. But for Gisu and Morris? It was for survival. But now? All of the performers stepped outside.

Hollis was just finishing the reports of missions, when she heard her office door opening, it was Fred. “You said you needed me?” He asked the Lesser Head.

“In fact I do.” Hollis responded. Fred sat down on the chair that was in front of Hollis.

“So… what is it about?” Fred asked.

“Well it’s about how much the performers have admired the Motherlobe. They still adore the agents. And they made Lucrecia more welcoming.” Hollis spoke.

“Really?” Fred asked.

“Of course, but there was one thing that bugged me… it was the day that was the first time they arrived at the Motherlobe.” Hollis spoke.

“What was bugging you?” Fred asked.

“Well… after me and Agents Delucca and Loboto examined Norma’s body. There was an explosion that had happened inside Loboto’s Lab.” Hollis explained. “It turned out that the dust from the explosion was nothing but Sneezing Powder.” she continued.

“Sneezing Powder?” Fred asked.

“Of course, but Norma’s body was dead… but she did have some breathing in her… so she might be braindead.” Hollis responded.

“What else did you discover?” Fred asked with interest.

“Well, after we cleaned the mess, Loboto discovered that we had one Mobile Brainjar missing.” Hollis answered.

“What? But how? Their only activated by a brain!” Fred answered.

“Exactly, we don’t know who caused the explosion, and we don’t know who has the missing Mobile Brainjar.” Hollis sighed, “But that will have to be put to the side, the company picnic is about to start…” Hollis continued.

“Yeah, better get ready for the lunch, see you soon Hollis!” Fred waved goodbye.

“You too Freddy.” Hollis spoke. Wait, did I call him Freddy? Only his fellow agents call him that!

“Did you call me Freddy?” Fred asked with curiosity.

Hollis had to find something to say, “I… I…” she stuttered.

“I like it.” Fred replied. That made Hollis blush.

“Well, thanks. But don’t you have to go?” Hollis asked,

“I do, well… see you later Holly.” Fred chuckled, that made Hollis’ cheeks flush as red as her hair.

As Fred made it to the kitchen, he grabbed the ingredients to make Ratatouille. He got tomatoes, bell peppers, eggplants, zucchinis, vinegar, ground pepper, majoram, and olive oil. He preheated the oven, placed an iron skillet on a burner and coated the pan with oil. But then he saw Gloria popping her out by the kitchen door looking at him.

“If you’re wondering, I called her Holly, and she called me Freddy.” Fred responded as he sliced the vegetables thin as paper.

“But you still haven’t asked her out yet?” Edgar spoke as he arrived as well.

“Well I haven’t yet. But I do think that the movie date was all what was needed.” Fred responded as he stacked the vegetables in a pattern for the ratatouille.

“Seriously? That’s it? You just went to see a movie and that’s just it?” Boyd answered as he looked out.

“Yep, but after this, I may go on another date with her.” Fred replied as he finished the Ratatouille.

“Well, whatever floats your boat– we’re here to help!” Gloria reassured. Fred chuckled as he got the ratatouille packed.

Now the picnic has begun… most of the food was simple, juice boxes for the kids, chicken sandwiches, pb&j sandwiches, soda, salads, fruits, everything. But the Agents made some food as well. Gloria made some delicious smoothies that had lemon, raspberry, blackberry, maraschino cherry juice, and vanilla ice cream mixed together. Edgar made some gazpacho with chicken and peas. Loboto baked some cookies that were a little burnt on the edges. Lucy crafted a traditional Grulovian Dish, a fruit tart mixed with caviar (gross…). And last was Ford, who made his specialty, honey pepper boar pancakes. Meanwhile, the performers were outside, relaxing and playing. Adam and Morris were resting on Gisu’s back. Raz and Lili were drawing with Dogen on a seperate table. and Lizzie, Dart, and Sam went fishing. Sasha and Milla were watching in the distance, hoping that the children would be safe. And as for Hollis and Fred, they were on a boat. Needless to say that this was romantic to Hollis and Fred… well sort of romantic.

“So… this is nice.” Fred spoke.

“Yeah, it kinda is…” Hollis replied. Fred noticed that Hollis was blushing…

“Are you ok? You look a little pink.” Fred asked, Hollis snapped back to reality.

“Of course! I’m fine!” Hollis quickly replied.

“Well either way, this is the best choice I could think of for this date.” Fred spoke.

“Well what can you say? Gloria is a sucker for matchmaking.” Hollis replied, she clearly felt her heart beating fast, she wanted to tell Fred that she loves him, this was the same for Fred. But then…

*SPLASH*

Hollis was struck by a cold splash of water. “Sorry!” Loboto shouted in the distance.

“It’s alright Agent Loboto, but do practice somewhere else.” Hollis replied. This clearly wasn’t like the first date. At least it was her and Fred, but this? This wasn’t bad at all! In fact, it was… it was good. Surely there’s nothing that could affect her.

“Achoo!” Hollis sneezed. Oh, it was the cold talking, who knew that she can get a cold that quickly, but it did make sense. It was Autumn, and it was going to be cold soon. This wasn’t planned. Fred looked at her with concern.

“Hollis, is everything alright?” Fred asked.

“Yeah… everything is fine… just a little… cold.” Hollis spoke.

“Here, let me warm you up.” Fred spoke as he removed his jacket. That made Hollis blush again.

“Thanks…” Hollis thanked the man, but then he was also strucked by water.

“Ok then, we need to think of a Hydrokinesis testing area.” Fred spoke.

“That we do.” Hollis responded, but then she saw something she never forgotten, and never wanted to forget it. Fred removed his shirt again. That made Hollis blush once more. “Are… aren’t you going to get cold?” she asked.

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind the cold.” Fred replied, “And besides, my clothes can dry themselves in the air.” To which they did… quickly. And Fred placed his shirt back on, as well as his jacket… which not only absorbed the moisture in Hollis’ suit, but also air dried itself as well.

“Miss Forsythe! It’s time for lunch!” Lili shouted.

“Guess it’s time to eat!” Fred spoke, he then rowed the boat back to the field.

The picnic table was organized. And needless to say, it was a sight to see– the performers eating food they had never tried. Adam scarfed down on apples and grapes. Lizzie ate some of the bacon pancakes. Morris couldn’t eat much food, but his favorite was the gazpacho, which he drank through a straw. Gisu had always tried water, but she never had juice before, needless to say, it was tasty. Raz and Lili were big eaters, they ate an entire plate of sandwiches. It was saddening to the psychonauts to see the children like this. But it was somehow helping the children.

Sunset arrived and everyone but Fred and Hollis left. “Hey Hollis, I got one more surprise for you.” Fred spoke, he then grabbed her hand and took her to the Gulch to Bob’s Greenhouse, which had two mushrooms as chairs, a tree stump as a table, and it had the ratatouille Fred made.

“Fred… did you make this?” Hollis asked,

“Oui, I had some help from Bob and Helmut, in fact… have a seat.” Fred answered as he and Hollis sat down and eat the ratatouille.

“Agent Bonaparte, what you made… it’s amazing.” Hollis replied as she finished the meal.

“What can I say, I did cook when I was at Thorney Towers.” Fred chuckled.

“Who knew that the descendant of Napoleon could cook?” Hollis replied.

“Thanks, but there’s something I should talk about.” Fred spoke.

“I’m all ears.” Hollis replied.

“Thanks… did you know that there’s a ticket system for the Circus?” Fred asked.

“There was?” Hollis asked.

“Exactly, there are six tickets.” Fred responded. Fred showed his notes to Hollis which revealed six different tickets.

One ticket was pink and had a paw on it.

The next was orange, and it had a clown’s head.

The third was yellow, this time it was a fish.

The fourth had a comedy mask and tragedy mask; it was green.

The fifth was blue and had a wolf’s head.

And the last was purple– it was a heart formed by the treble and bass clef.

“So that’s what the tickets look like?” Hollis asked.

“Exactly. Anyways, I have to go now…” Fred responded.

“Well, I’ll see you soon Freddy.” Hollis answered.

“You too Holly.” Fred chuckled. That made Hollis blush, in fact… it caught the eye of one girl.

“Agent Forsythe?” Sam asked, Hollis turned around and saw that Sam was spying in the distance.

“I never thought of saying this, but you’re at your best.” Sam spoke.

“Samantha, I can handle myself. You need to rest.” Hollis ordered.

“Very well…” Sam spoke. She then left the gulch, followed by Hollis who walked solemnly.

“Missed my chance… again!” Hollis spoke to herself.

It was night fall, Sam was sleeping in one of the dorms. She then heard a knock, it was Sasha and Milla, they looked a little worried. “Sasha? Milla? What’s wrong?” Sam asked.

“It’s 1AM, the children need to head back.” Milla spoke.

Ooh, man– The kids really deserve this sort of joy. As well, just imagining Bob and Helmut helping Fred with cooking, or Lucy helping Gloria to get the boats set up for them, or the whole group together… I love imagining odd friendships, and there’s so much potential for that.

As well– The two of them admitting it’s a date!! And the nickname! Eee, goodness, that’s so freaking cute. I love cheesy nicknames so much, so seeing that mine is being used makes me so happy.

I wonder if they’ll make it back in time? If they don’t, here’s a little idea for the next bit, but feel free to ignore my idea and use your own instead!

They’re already running late, but they sent an agent or two out to guide them back, making sure it goes as quickly as they can. Since Fred is friendly with most of the performers, he’s the easy choice. Of course, he stops by to visit Hollis before he goes, asking her a quick question.

“Maybe we could go on another date soon? If you want?”

That’s the last conversation they have before Fred and the performers take off to head back.

(Which, of course, might be too late, and leave him trying to protect himself and the others. After all, you saw what he did when he saw someone in need of help at Thorney Towers– He kept trying to help until it broke him instead.)

As I said, though– It’s all up to you! I just like to think of the saddest version of things.

#anon writing #anon #submission #queue #dark woods circus au #hollis/fred

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Have you planned on any new couples and fankids from other regions besides Sinnoh?

The main ones would just be involving the characters from the Ranger games. I’ve posted what the hypothetical Almia kids/ships might look like before. And I almost added some of them to my fankidtober list but due to only Jazz having a name, I left them off so I didn’t have to come up with names on the spot. I never actually finished the other two Ranger games so I still don’t have an opinion on any ships that might result from those games.

Past that, I’ve kind of been wanting to pair Bonnie up with someone. I’ve considered using Raleigh like what L&L did since it has fun potential, but I’m leaving it open in case another ship captures my interest. I’ve also considered adding Arlo/Spark and giving them kids, but since I don’t have any ideas for them, I’m just leaving them on the back burner. I think those are the only ships I’ve considered adding??

As far as established ships go, I’ve considered making a Gloria/Marnie kid and making a third Steven/Wallace kid. Those are two I won’t bother to add though unless a fun designs comes to me.

EDIT: Oh wait I lied. He’s not on the list yet cause he lacks a name still, but I have a RocketShipping kid who’s technically a Butch/James kid. He’s raised by Jessie/James cause while I might not see those two as a couple, they’re very much a platonic do-not-sepetate duo (plus Meowth, of course) for me. So they end up raising the kid together.

EDIT Round 2: This is extra unlikely to happen but if I were to ever actually develop the LonanVerse at all, then it would be a large list of new ships and new fankids, since the LonanVerse is a second fankid verse I’ve toyed around with (it’s suppose to be the world Faller!Lonan is from. Allegedly). If I ever actually get any significant info on it, I’ll drop the link for the GoogleDoc for it. But at this point, it’s just a list of ships so it’s not that interesting.

#asks #anon #Bonnie #Raleigh #Arlo #Spark #SparkedInfernoShipping #Gloria #Marnie #Steven #Wallace #Jessie #James #Butch #RocketShipping #Lonanverse #championverse

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Pitchfork Music Festival 2021 Preview: 15 Can’t-miss Acts

black midi; Photo by YIS KID

BY JORDAN MAINZER

While yours truly won’t be attending Pitchfork Music Festival this year, SILY contributor Daniel Palella will be covering the actual fest. If I was attending, though, these would be the acts I’d make sure to see. 5 from each day, no overlaps, so you could conceivably see everyone listed.

FRIDAY

Armand Hammer, 1:00 PM, Green Stage

Earlier this year, New York hip hop duo Armand Hammer released their 5th album Haram (BackwoodzStudioz) in collaboration with on-fire producer The Alchemist. It was the duo’s (ELUCID and Billy Woods) first time working with a singular producer on a record (though Earl Sweatshirt produced a track), and likewise, The Alchemist actually tailored his beats towards the two MCs. Haram is the exact kind of hip hop that succeeds early in the day at a festival, verbose and complex rhymes over languid, cloudy, sample-heavy beats, when attendees are more likely to want to sit and listen than dance. And you’re going to want to listen to Armand Hammer, whose MCs’ experiential words frame the eerie hues of the production. “Dreams is dangerous, linger like angel dust,” Woods raps on opener “Sir Benni Miles”, never looking back as he and Elucid’s stream-of-consciousness rhymes cover everything from colonization to Black bodily autonomy and the dangers of satisfaction disguised as optimism. (“We let BLM be the new FUBU,” raps Quelle Chris on “Chicharrones”; “Iridescent blackness / Is this performative or praxis?” ponders Woods on “Black Sunlight”.) There are moments of levity on Haram, like KAYANA’s vocal turn on “Black Sunlight” and the “what the hell sound is this?” type sampling that dominates warped, looped tracks like “Peppertree” and “Indian Summer”, built around sounds of horns and twirling flute lines. For the most part, Haram is an album of empathetic realism. “Hurt people hurt people,” raps Elucid on “Falling Out of the Sky”, a stunning encapsulation of Armand Hammer’s world where humanism exists side-by-side with traumatic death and feelings of revenge.

You can also catch Armand Hammer doing a live set on the Vans Channel 66 livestream at 12 PM on Saturday.

Dogleg, 1:45 PM, Red Stage

It feels like we’ve been waiting years to see this set, and actually, we have! The four-piece punk band from Michigan was supposed to play last year’s cancelled fest in support of their searing debut Melee (Triple Crown), and a year-plus of pent up energy is sure to make songs like “Bueno”, “Fox”, and “Kawasaki Backflip” all the more raging. Remember: This is a band whose reputation was solidified live before they were signed to Triple Crown and released their breakout album. Seeing them is the closest thing to a no-brainer that this year’s lineup offers.

Revisit our interview with Dogleg from last year, and catch them at an aftershow on Saturday at Subterranean with fellow Pitchfork performer Oso Oso and Retirement Party.

Hop Along, 3:20 PM, Red Stage

Though lead singer Frances Quinlan released a very good solo album last year, it’s been three years since their incredible band Hop Along dropped an album and two years since they’ve toured. 2018′s Bark Your Head Off, Dog (Saddle Creek), one of our favorite albums of that year, should comprise the majority of their setlist, but maybe they have some new songs?

Catch them at an aftershow on Saturday at Metro with Varsity and Slow Mass.

black midi, 4:15 PM, Green Stage

The band who had the finest debut of 2019 and gave the best set of that year at Pitchfork is back. Cavalcade (Rough Trade) is black midi’s sophomore album, methodical in its approach in contrast with the improvisational absurdism of Schlagenheim. Stop-start, violin-laden lead single and album opener “John L”, a song about a cult leader whose members turn on him, is as good a summary as ever of the dark, funky eclecticism of black midi, who on Cavalcade saw band members leave and new ones enter, their ever shapeshifting sound the only consistent thing about them. A song like the jazzy “Diamond Stuff” is likely impossible to replicate live--its credits list everything from 19th century instruments to household kitchen items used for percussion--but is key to experiencing their instrumental adventurousness. On two-and-a-half-minute barn burner “Hogwash and Balderdash,” they for the first time fully lean into their fried Primus influences, telling a tale of two escaped prisoners, “two chickens from the pen.” At the same time, this band is still black midi, with moments that call back to Schlagenheim, the churning, metallic power chords via jittery, slapping funk of “Chondromalacia Patella” representative of their quintessential tempo changes. And as on songs like Schlagenheim’s “Western”, black midi find room for beauty here, too, empathizing with the pains of Marlene Dietrich on a bossa nova tune named after her, Geordie Greep’s unmistakable warble cooing sorrowful lines like, “Fills the hall tight / And pulls at our hearts / And puts in her place / The girl she once was.” Expect to hear plenty from Cavalcade but also some new songs; after all, this is a band that road tests and experiments with material before recording it.

Catch them doing a 2 PM DJ set on Vans Channel 66 on Saturday and at an aftershow on Monday at Sleeping Village.

Yaeji, 7:45 PM, Blue Stage

What We Drew (XL), the debut mixtape from Brooklyn-based DJ Yaeji, was one of many dance records that came out after lockdown that we all wished we could experience in a crowd as opposed to at home alone. Now's our chance to bask in all of its glory under a setting sun. Maybe she’ll spin her masterful remix of Dua Lipa’s “Don’t Start Now” from the Club Future Nostalgia remix album, or her 2021 single “PAC-TIVE”, her and DiAN’s collaboration with Pac-Man company Namco.

Angel Olsen; Photo by Dana Trippe

SATURDAY

Bartees Strange, 1:45 PM, Red Stage

One of our favorite albums of last year was Live Forever (Memory Music), the debut from singer-songwriter and The National fanatic Bartees Strange, one that contributor Lauren Lederman called “a declaration of an artist’s arrival.” He’s certainly past arrived when you take into account his busy 2021, releasing a new song with Lorenzo Wolff and offering his remix services to a number of artists, including illuminati hotties and fellow Pitchfork performer (and tour mate) Phoebe Bridgers. Expect to hear lots of Live Forever during his Pitchfork set, one of many sets at the fest featuring exciting young guitar-based (!) bands.

Catch him at a free (!!) aftershow on Monday at Empty Bottle with Ganser.

Faye Webster, 4:00 PM, Blue Stage

Since we previewed Faye Webster’s Noonchorus livestream in October, she’s released the long-awaited follow-up to Atlanta Millionaires Club, the cheekily titled I Know I’m Funny haha (Secretly Canadian). At that time, she had dropped “Better Distractions”, “In A Good Way”, and “Both All The Time”, and the rest of the album more than follows the promise of these three dreamy country, folk rock, and R&B-inspired tunes. Webster continues to be a master of tone and mood, lovelorn on “Sometimes”, sarcastic on the title track, and head-in-the-clouds on “A Dream with a Baseball Player”. All the while, she and her backing band provide stellar, languorous instrumentation, keys and slide guitar on the bossa nova “Kind Of”, her overdriven guitar sludge on “Cheers”, cinematic strings on the melancholic “A Stranger”, stark acoustic guitar on heartbreaking closer “Half of Me”. And the ultimate irony of Webster’s whip-smart lyricism is that a line like, “And today I get upset over this song that I heard / And I guess was just upset because why didn't I think of it first,” is that I can guarantee a million songwriters feel the same way about her music, timely in context and timeless in sound and feeling.

Catch her at an aftershow on Saturday at Sleeping Village with Danger Incorporated.

Georgia Anne Muldrow, 5:15 PM, Blue Stage

The queen of beats takes the stage during the hottest part of the day, perfect for some sweaty dancing. VWETO III (FORESEEN + Epistrophik Peach Sound), the third album in Muldrow’s beats record series, was put together with “calls to action” in mind, each single leading up to the album’s release to be paired with crowdsourced submissions via Instagram from singers, visual artists, dancers, and turntablists. Moreover, many of the album’s tracks are inspired by very specific eras of Black music, from Boom Bap and G-funk to free jazz, and through it all, Muldrow provides a platform for musical education just as much as funky earworms.

Revisit our interview with Muldrow from earlier this year.

Angel Olsen, 7:25 PM, Red Stage

It’s been a busy past two years for Angel Olsen. She revealed Whole New Mess (Jagjaguwar) in August 2020, stripped down arrangements of many of the songs on 2019′s amazing All Mirrors. In May, she came out with a box set called Song of the Lark and Other Far Memories (Jagjaguwar), which contained both All Mirrors and Whole New Mess and a bonus LP of remixes, covers, alternate takes, and bonus tracks. She shortly and out of nowhere dropped a song of the year candidate in old school country rock high and lonesome Sharon Van Etten duet “Like I Used To”. And just last month, she released Aisles, an 80′s covers EP out on her Jagjaguwar imprint somethingscosmic. She turns Laura Branigan’s disco jam “Gloria” and Men Without Hats’ “Safety Dance” into woozy, echoing, slowed-down beds of synth haze and echoing drum machine. On Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark’s “If You Leave”, her voice occupies different registers between the soft high notes of the bridge and autotuned solemnity of the chorus. Sure, other covers are more recognizable in their tempo and arrangement, like Billy Idol’s Rebel Yell ballad “Eyes Without a Face” and Alphaville’s “Forever Young”, but Aisles is exemplary of Olsen’s ability to not just reinvent herself but classics.

At Pitchfork, I’d bet on a set heavy on All Mirrors and Whole New Mess, but as with the unexpectedness of Aisles, you never know!

St. Vincent, 8:30 PM, Green Stage

Annie Clark again consciously shifts personas and eras with her new St. Vincent album Daddy’s Home (Loma Vista), inspired by 70′s funk rock and guitar-driven psychedelia. While much of the album’s rollout centered around its backstory--Clark’s father’s time in prison for white collar crimes--the album is a thoughtful treatise on honesty and identity, the first St. Vincent album to really stare Clark’s life in the face.

Many of its songs saw their live debut during a Moment House stream, which we previewed last month.

The Weather Station; Photo by Jeff Bierk

SUNDAY

Tomberlin, 1:00 PM, Green Stage

While the LA-via-Louisville singer-songwriter hasn’t yet offered a proper follow-up LP to her 2018 debut At Weddings, she did last year release an EP called Projections (Saddle Creek), which expands upon At Weddings’ shadowy palate. Songs like “Hours” and “Wasted” are comparatively clattering and up-tempo. Yet, all four of the original tracks are increasingly self-reflexive, Tomberlin exploring and redefining herself on her terms, whether singing about love or queerness, all while maintaining her sense of humor. (“When you go you take the sun and all my flowers die / So I wait by the window and write some shit / And hope that you'll reply,” she shrugs over acoustic strums and wincing electric guitars.) The album ends with a stark grey cover of Casiotone for the Painfully Alone’s “Natural Light”; Tomberlin finds a kindred spirit in the maudlin musings of Owen Ashworth.

Get there early on Sunday to hear select tracks from At Weddings and Projections but also likely some new songs.

oso oso, 2:45 PM, Blue Stage

Basking in the Glow (Triple Crown), the third album from Long Beach singer-songwriter Jade Lilitri as Oso Oso, was one of our favorite records of 2019, and we’d relish the opportunity to see them performed to a crowd in the sun. Expect to hear lots of it; hopefully we’re treated to new oso oso material some time soon.

Catch them at an aftershow on Saturday at Subterranean with fellow Pitchfork performer Dogleg and Retirement Party.

The Weather Station, 4:00 PM, Blue Stage

The Toronto band led by singer-songwriter Tamara Lindeman released one of the best albums of the year back in February with Ignorance (Fat Possum), songs inspired by climate change-addled anxiety. While the record is filled with affecting, reflective lines about loss and trying to find happiness in the face of dread, in a live setting, I imagine the instrumentation will be a highlight, from the fluttering tension of “Robber” to the glistening disco of “Parking Lot”.

Revisit our preview of their Pitchfork Instagram performance from earlier this year. Catch them at an aftershow on Friday at Schubas with Ulna.

Danny Brown, 6:15 PM, Green Stage

The Detroit rapper’s last full-length record was the Q-Tip executive produced uknowhatimsayin¿ (Warp), though he’s popped up a few times since then, on remixes, a Brockhampton album, and TV62, a Bruiser Brigade Records compilation from earlier this year. (He’s also claimed in Twitch streams that his new album Quaranta is almost done.) His sets--especially Pitchfork sets--are always high-energy, as he’s got so many classic albums and tracks under his belt at this point, so expect to hear a mix of those.

Erykah Badu, 8:30 PM, Green Stage

What more can I say? This is the headliner Pitchfork has been trying to get for years, responsible for some of the greatest neo soul albums of all time. There’s not much else to say about Erykah Badu other than she’s the number one must-see at the festival.

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