#Simone Pace

[thebowerypresents]

Blonde Redhead Come Home to Close Out Tour for New Album at Brooklyn Steel

Blonde Redhead – Brooklyn Steel – November 10, 2023

For all the painters renowned for their mastery of the use of contrasts, not enough bands get the credit they deserve for the same. Blonde Redhead, as their name almost implies, are wizards of contrasting sounds. Their Brooklyn Steel concert on Friday night kicked off with an immediate juxtaposition, taking to the stage playing through some ethereal guitar loops before jumping headfirst into the jagged angular guitars that begin “Falling Man.” It hit like a hard and sudden rain descending out of a misty fog. “Yet I am just a man still learning how to fall,” sings Amedeo Pace with his strained tenor voice punching through. This is followed by (and in contrast to) “Dr. Strangeluv,” with its lush and expansive landscape of sounds, this time filled out by Kazu Makino’s delicately singing as if she were floating above the song. 

There are only three members in Blonde Redhead, but their sound is so much bigger and their songs have so many layers spilling out of them that repeated listens often reveal something new. When played live, these opportunities to get pulled in are everywhere. For me, this hit the hardest during “SW,” with my ears for the first time noticing the brooding, rattling hum of the guitar that undergirds the song. Come the chorus, the refrains of “It’s not” and “I am” bend guitar strings toward Amedeo’s words like gravity.  

Brazilian (and New York City-based) percussionist Mauro Refosco joined the band for the final night of the tour. He was featured on Blonde Redhead’s recently released 10th LP, Sit Down for Dinner, including the hypnotically mesmerizing “Snowman,” which slowly builds in polyrhythms like, dare I say, a rolling snowball. 

“We’re getting forgetful in old age,” said Amedeo, excusing Makino taking a pause to track down a piece of paper before a song. “It’s not old age, I’ve always been like this,” answered the rhythm guitarist. Another thing Makino’s always been is strikingly beautiful, moving along to their songs like they’re waves washing over her. At times Amedo joined her in dancing, his lanky frame extenuated by his white jumpsuit, with the two of them flanking Simone Pace on drums. This is a band that’s long been in lockstep, for twin brothers Simone and Amedeo Pace, likely since birth. 

Their set closed with the shoegazing masterpiece “23,” which blows through with so much force only to end in some scattered guitar whispers and rhythms, the remnants of a tornado of a song that just blew through. —Dan Rickershauser | @D4nRicks

Photos courtesy of Dana Distortion | distortionpix.com

#Amadeo Pace #Bowery Presents #Doggen Foster #Brooklyn #Brooklyn Steel #Dan Rickershauser #Dana Distortion #East Williamsburg #Greenpoint #Kazu Makino #Live Music #Mauro Refosco #Music #New York City #Photos #Review #Simone Pace #Sit Down for Dinner #Williamsburg

[gorgonashouse]

¿En qué debo centrarme en el día de hoy para mí mayor bien?

1. Empezando por arriba: la actitud a tomar

2. Izquierda: como hacerlo

3. El porqué

Me ha encantado está baraja. 💜

#personal #tarot #francesca matteoni #simone pace #bruja #rider waite

[giogiostart]

🔥

#snowbaz #carry on #only the real one will know this is a continuation of another illustration #i want to do many more but at this pace #simon baz #simon snow #carry on simon #baz grimm pitch #rainbow rowell #cowsawtwb #fanart #my art #digital art

[simon-sehs]

proud (18+) pt 2

tags / cw: f!reader, fluff, (bare bones) smut, praise kink, alcohol mention, happy ending, marriage mention, birth mention, baby mention

You should have expected it, really.

Even though you were pissed at him, Ghost was once again the protagonist of your wildest dreams.

And man, were they wild…

You woke hours later, around nighttime, pent up and horny. This time, you didn’t bother with the self relief. He didn’t deserve the satisfaction of being in your mind, even if the cruel reality was just you leaving yourself out to dry.

With a sigh, you dug out the bottle of whiskey you had hidden in your dresser for a rainy day and made your way to the roof for drinking and contemplating. Maybe you weren’t cut out for the task force. Or… maybe Ghost was just a fucking prick who needed a good punch. Either way, you found yourself with no answers beneath the stars.

And then you heard the door to the roof open.

Fuck.

“You know you’re not supposed to be up here, soldier.”

You didn’t turn around to acknowledge him. “Sorry…” you said weakly. You felt pathetic, like a kicked mutt.

Ghost sighed and sat down next to you. You tensed. What the fuck was happening? And then he reached a hand out for your bottle. Well, it was fun while it lasted. But instead of confiscating it, he pulled up his mask, taking a long swig before setting it down. Fuck, his lips are so pretty.

“How did you know I was up here?” You asked.

“I came by your room and found it empty. Checked the CCTV footage and traced your steps.”

“…Oh.”

Silence settled over you two. Until…

He cleared his throat and sighed. “You were right. I'm sorry.”

“…Wait, what?” You asked, confused.

“Thing is… I am proud of you. It’s why I push you so hard... harder than I should. I don’t show it well.” He took another drink.

You sat there, dumbfounded. This wasn’t happening. Was he actually… apologizing?

He must have seen your face and sighed. “Look, I’m not heartless. I may not be the most caring lieutenant, but… I care.”

Your face softened. Okay, now he was… starting to make some sense. You wanted to stay mad at him, but your stupid little crush had you folding like a house of cards. Or maybe it was the alcohol. “You do, huh?”

“Don’t let it get to your head, though. We’re not supposed to even be up here.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that.

“And I mean what I said. I’m proud of you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you.

You could feel wetness coating your underwear, still suffering from your earlier budding arousal. Oh, fuck.

You reached for the bottle of whiskey at the same time he did, fingers grazing against each other. You both pulled back instinctively. You met his gaze, and found yourself lacking for breath once more. His stare was intense, and it was… hungry. Wanting.

You couldn’t help but wonder if you were still dreaming, because the next moments were a blur. Your lips on his—or did he initiate it?—his hands cupping your jaw, while yours caressed his neck. You found yourself laying down there on the roof, as his lips worshipped your skin, his words appraising you…

“So fuckin’ beautiful, so strong… you don’t understand how proud you make us… me…”

You moaned and his eyes flickered to yours, the gears spinning in his mind. “You live for it, don’t you? The praise… begging for everyone to know just what a good girl you are…”

Oh, fuck.

“S-Simon…” You moaned, before a soft yelp left your lips due to the sensation of his big fingers against your folds.

He rubbed along the curvature, before pulling away and staring at his fingers. Even in the dark, and at this distance, you could see the light from the nearby flood-lamps shining off of the discharge on his fingers.

“You’re fuckin’ soaked.” He groaned.

You watched intently as he slowly sucked his fingers, before grabbing the whiskey and taking a swig to chase it down.

He made you come with his fingers. Then his tongue. And then like a dream come true, he was stuffing his dick into you.

“Fuuuck, that’s it baby… takin’ me so well… c’mon, let me in some more, love…”

His thumb stroked your clit, making you twitch and flutter around his cock as he pushed further in.

“Ahh, Jesus…” you moaned.

The bastard chuckled before leaning in to whisper. “I prefer Simon…”

If this was another of your wet dreams, you didn’t want to wake up. You found solace in the fact that a billion stars were bearing witness to this moment of you getting fucked lovingly. His face in your neck, his hands scrambling to grope every inch of your body…

No, this was much better than a dream.

You don’t hear the phrase again until years later. You’re in a hospital bed, body aching and swimming from medicinal drugs.

“I’m proud of you, love…”

You almost don’t hear them at first, too busy staring at the infant boy in your arms. After a second, you glanced up, meeting your husband’s brown eyes, so full of love and warmth… for your son… and for you.

[part one] [part two]

taglist: @the-pan-liquid

#simon riley #cod #call of duty #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #THIS PACING IS SH*T SORRY #my writing

[luxlier]

idk if I'm gonna post here consistently or not but I know this is where the extra indulgent stuff goes

#simon petrikov #adventure time #fionna and cake #winter king #simon petrikov x winter king #winterkov #simoncest #who are we kidding if i keep drawing them at this pace i will be dumping crack sketches twice a week #yeah i know the white streak is wrong #i forgot the canvas was flipped when i colored and didnt notice until too late #im not fixing it

[thranduilofsmirkwood]

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#thranduil gifs #thranduil #the hobbit #lee pace #the hobbit botfa #bard #barduil #luke evans #aragorn #viggo mortensen #celeborn #marton csokas #feren #simon london

[cannedmuffins]

His and hers

Ghost and Hawk opt’d out of wedding rings.

Full tattoo designs under the cut

Simon’s wedding tattoo is (supposed to be) American traditional styled hawk. Obviously going off Hawk’s call sign and her being American.

Hawk’s for Ghost is obviously still right on the nose. A skull with the stitches just like his own mask but with a worker bee representing Simon’s Manchester roots.

What I’ve learned is American Trad is a lot harder than it looks.

#artblock been rough so this was a fun change of pace #cannedmuffins #my art #mine #call of duty oc #call of duty #cod mw2 #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost x reader #ghost x oc #cod oc #ghost x hawk #ryan hawk taylor

[tojisun]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM65vgWUK/

🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

I BARKED HAHSJWJD????

LIKED, BOOKMARKED, AND DOWNLOADED!!!

no bcuz??? the strut!! the WAIST?? the command he holds!!! jesus christ bro what if i busted so hard rn?? biting a rock wont even help, i need to be shot up in space or smthn atp 😭

#simon ghost riley #anon #ask #im pacing around the room screaming

[grissdarling]

can we be so fucking for real for a second

ghosts intimacy issues would be solved if he was touched patiently yet consistently enough that he would be used to the sensation of it. spooning him would help. holding his hand. adjusting his equipment when its askew. a gentle hand on the back or shoulder, especially as positive reinforcement… all im saying is that if youre tender and treat him with care, like a treasure, he would open up some more. be more comfy with you and eventually even learn to reciprocate.

#ghost #cod #simon ghost riley #headcanons #unpopular opinion here but i DONT think that him domming all the time would solve the intimacy problem he has. #let the guy be a little submissive. as a treat. #like yes he LIKES to set the pace and be the one in control but: #has he considered.. perhaps letting his s/o take care of him and treat him like hes precious??

[fandomfan315]

I love Martin sm. Girl is FULLY okay with demigod murder. ME TOO BITCH YEAHHH FUCK EM UP MARTIN

#martin blackwood #the magnus archives #tma podcast #MAG 175 #or 174 i don't remember. just the one where they meet up w simon #the murderous impulses of Martin Blackwood #<- ngl that should totally be a tag hes so ready for killing #IM ON 176 DONT TALK TO ME ABT THE PROTOCAL ITS SPOILERS FOR ME #i listen at such a slow pace PLS #i have all these tags blocked on all social medias simply cuz of spoilers LMAO #anyways martin is so sarcastic and rude i LOVE it #dee speaks