#glass chalet

[b33viemm]

Glass Chalet

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#b33viemm art #this bike gave me hell #wilbur soot #wilbur soot fanart #wilbur music #mammalian sighing reflex #wilbursoot fanart #glass chalet

[sbblake]

written by william gold, performed by wilbur soot ⭐️

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#i am a shell of the person i was before listening to this album #wilbur soot you Will be getting a bill from my therapist #only he would release the most depressing gut wrenching heart shattering album on a random wednesday in november with no warning #around the pomegranate Ruined me #mammalian sighing reflex #wilbur soot #wilbur soot fanart #ycgma #william gold #lovejoy #around the pomegranate #amazon standing lamp #mine / yours #glass chalet #melatonin 130 #oh distant you #i don’t think it will ever end #dropshipped cat shirt #the median #trying not to think about it #eulogy

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

reblog for greater sample size if you want :3c

#wilbur soot #wilbur #will gold #william gold #mammalian sighing reflex #Amazon Standing Lamp #Mine / Yours #Around the Pomegranate #I Don't Think It Will Ever End #Glass Chalet #Melatonin 130 #Oh Distant You #Eulogy #Dropshipped Cat Shirt #The Median #Trying Not To Think About It #10 Week Rule #felix and his rants #polls

[jugheadthelesbian]

my fav lines from each mammalian sighing reflex song

#mammalian sighing reflex #wilbur soot #amazon standing lamp #mine / yours #around the pomegranate #i don’t think it will ever end #glass chalet #melatonin 130 #oh distant you #eulogy #dropshipped cat shirt #the median #trying not to think about it #10 week rule

[iamf0rtis]

me, half asleep and listening to my sleep playlist: i cant tell if this is glass chalet or oh distant you

the music: …from the glass chalet~

me: oh. that answers my question then

the music: but i still wouldnt glance, cause the thought of someone further-

me: wait what

the music: oh distant you. oh gorgeous you. oh, you.

*song ends*

me: …what the actual FUCK just happened

#after closer inspection oh distant you isn’t even ON my playlist #so I just fully hallucinated it #average eepy fortis moment #now I’m wide awake. Thanks brain #wilbur soot #wilbur soot music #mammalian sighing reflex #wilbur soot album #oh distant you #glass chalet

[william-dilliam]

I did a small miss when I first posted this so yup-

I'm going to play DND today :D

Tw: blood!

I didn't know which text I liked more so have both

Twelve minuets later I add with the border wowsers

#wilbur soot fanart #wilbur soot #mammalian sighing reflex #msr fanart #glass chalet #i really like to draw the stars

[radio-ghost-cooks]

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE NOISINESS OF "I DON'T THINK IT WILL EVER END"

that song (album bridge ig? that's what i call those short spoken-word songs) is a cacophony and it fits so fucking well

because living life like that IS cacophonous. you do the same shit over and over even though you're trying your best to fix things, but the fix that everyone tells you will work (going out and hanging out with people) doesn't work for you. it just makes you feel worse.

it's this messy, frustrating yet perfect cycle of trying to better yourself and failing repeatedly that i can only describe as the living version of phone feedback that rings and rings and rings and hurts your ears and you panic trying to fix it for a moment. it's noisy and annoying and it's so damn difficult to break

and the way it flows into Glass Chalet????? fucking Apollo, i already loved Glass Chalet but the lead into it from I Don't Think It Will Ever End makes it so much better (especially since the ending of Glass Chalet matches it's noise)

tl;dr IDTIWED is noisy bc that kind of negative loop is noisy, and it mixes with Glass Chalet so well

#mammalian sighing reflex #i don't think it will ever end #glass chalet #wilbur soot #will gold #apollo imagine having a last name like Gold #new dream last name just dropped (i hate mine immensely) #floris gold sounds nice #comprehensible radio static #< new tag

[fadeawaywithyou]

immediate first reviews of the (non-nightcore) Mammalian Sighing Reflex album from Wilbur!

spoilers below if you haven't listened to his album! I really like it! Also, I'm not looking into lyrics online just yet, it's very late and if I do that I won't sleep cause it'll just consume my mind for hours.

-Amazon Standing Lamp: I love the guitar here and I laughed when it took me about 5 seconds to realize the higher voice isn't a woman, but actually Wilbur Soot singing alongside himself. He's sampling something at the end I don't know.

-Mine/Yours: The lyrics about kissing like a job and tongue and teeth *mwah* and the last line ohhhhhhh boy. The beat reminds me of a beating heart.

-Around the Pomegranate: the instrumental at 30 seconds in is SO GOOD the beat with the distorted voice is so fun. i can make out the lines "no one else can save you" and "nowhere you [can?] return to". This whole song is very fun despite the lyrics and meaning. It's just a very experimental. I like when the music gets very loud. Speaking of the lyrics the ending where Wilbur says he wants to feel normal again is just...I'm gonna go lay on the floor.

-I Don't Think It Will Ever End: Again with the experimental music! It kinda immediately reminds me of that part in Bo Burnham's Inside, the song "All Eyes On Me" where he has a mid-song monologue. It is very interesting in a meta-sense due to the comparison I can't help but make between this and Wilbur's streams. Where he's got a "chat" or audience responding to him in a cheery voice no matter what he says.

-Glass Chalet: I like the scratchy feeling in the instrumental. He's throwing stones in a Glass Chalet, which according to google is like a fancy type of cabin found in the mountains (the alps, specifically?). Also, I love the sampling he's doing with the talking at the end.

-Melatonin 130: I like the distorted voice at the end. He's really experimenting with this album and I'll keep saying it because I love it! I love the ending lyrics about everyone hoping you fail and the apes with coloring books, I think he said?

-Oh Distant You: The music takes up most of this song, instead of the lyrics, but what is sung is very nice.

-Eulogy: One of the lyrics hits very close to home. Not in a good way, but not in a bad way either. I guess it'll depend on the day I listen to the song. It's a good song. I like it a lot.

-Dropshipped Cat Shirt: The distortion kinda reminds me of those hyperpop songs that went viral on tiktok back in 2020 and it's very new to hear it used in this way with these lyrics and the general tone of the music. The last line! God, what is it with this album and the final couple of lines that hit me upside the head? I just need someone to tell me I'm tired???? God DAMN. shit...

-The Median: Very good. I like these shorter songs in between full-length songs. It's just a minute long but I really like it.

-Trying Not To Think About It: The lines about romance and marriage...man that's relatable. this is probably gonna be my favorite song. And then the rest of the song just.../pos but ooooooof

-10 Week Rule: It's a good song. Was NOT expecting that line in the chorus, which I'll let people reading this find out themselves.

Overall, this is an excellent album! I really love it and I will be listening to it constantly. This gives me the same feelings that YCGMA gave me, while still staying very distinct. It's not more POLISHED than ycgma, but it's clearly made with Wilbur's more improved skills in music making. (there is a word for this i can't remember rn)

I'm gonna commit to picking a favorite song after a couple more listens, but so far I really like Trying Not To Think About It and Around the Promegrante. This is a very creative album and I'm glad he's experimenting here. This doesn't sound like Lovejoy, and I'm super happy. It's unique, it's fun, and it's sad!

#thesearemyposts #wilbur soot #mammalian sighing reflex #wilbur soot music #wilbur music #amazon standing lamp #mine/yours #around the pomegranate #i don't think it will ever end #glass chalet #melatonin 130 #oh distant you #eulogy #dropshipped cat shirt #the median #10 week rule #sorry wanted to tag all the songs

[heavenly-snow]

" And I'll shave my head

And forget my name "

Very trans core right here, just me who thinks that? ( as a trans person, I did shave my hair after coming out to 'forget' my 'name'

#mammalian sighing reflex lyrics #mammalian sighing reflex #glass chalet #wilbur soot

[dozydawn]

#chalet #glassware #art glass

[psych3png]

glass chalet , who i have exclusively drawn on the dying aggie.io (rest in pieces) . more information about them below the cut , or if you want follow my toyhouse (psych3png <- not visible to guests) which has a more cohesive list of information on them

pov me when i drop art and high tail it the motehrfuck off of this app . clawing at the bars of my enclosure (im ok) (im insane)

- glass chalet was named after a wilbur soot song . yes , that guy . glass chalet pre-dates that dumpster fire.

- they’re based off how I remembered my long hair looking as a kid.

- glass has no physical expression ever, nor do they blink. they will occasionally close their eyes for long periods but -> long closed eye periods ≠ blinking

- they don’t really talk , ever . said “ hey “ once and that was it . good for them i guess

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#salem shoots the shit #pen on the paper #<- art tag now . apologies #oc : glass chalet #wilbur soot ref #(unfortunately) #wilbur soot #sona #sona art #artists on tumblr #artwork #do not steal #do not repost #<- me steel chairing these fucking tags #taps mic how the fuck do i use this app

[hisunfinishedsymphony]

chat resisting the urge to listen to mammalian sighing reflex is a full time job and i am not getting paid enough to be doing it

#⤹ I WANNA SO BAD !!! BITING THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE !! #⤹ resisting the urge to wallow in sorrow for no reason at all #⤹ glass chalet is calling my name #⤹ kitty yaps !! #⤹ tw 🎸 !! #⤹ i fucking love that album ugh

[infizero]

just finished listening to mammalian sighing reflex .

#im already so fucking obsessed with this album oh my god. everyone shut up right now #god it really is like ycgma's sister. similar yet different #differences in sound; differences in flavor of sadness #something that is in this album all throughout that wasnt in ycgma that i LOVEEEEEEEE is the use of like. a synth i think???? #i dont know but the like ''beeping'' kind of noises. they sound just like how los campesinos uses them and it makes me SO HAPPY #bcuz thats always been one of my favorite elements of their songs and they make me go crazy. so hearing them here... ARHHRGHRGH #theres just something about the simple acoustic guitar with the little beeps that i love so fucking much #as of this first listening my initial favorites are amazon standing lamp; around the pomegranate; and glass chalet #also dropshipped cat shirt suddenly devolving into breakcore caught me SO off guard. but i love it #also can i say that around the pomegranate ending with the lyric ''find my comfort in envisioning the end'' and the very next song #being called ''i don't think it will ever end'' . #i was in shambles #serena.txt #ALSO ALSO. the fact that every single one of the songs fades into each other is so good #a lot of times with albums only like one or some of the songs will have a clean transition like that #so i really love the fact that with this one the ENTIRE album flows between songs #also i don't think it will ever end gave me jack stauber vibes with the pitched up voices and stuff

[scaredeverything]

Compact - Garage Inspiration for a small industrial detached two-car garage workshop remodel

#steel siding #small home #steel and glass #modern home #chalet #mid century modern home remodel

[miraavx]

Compact - Garage

#Inspiration for a small industrial detached two-car garage workshop remodel steel siding #small home #steel and glass #modern home #chalet #mid century modern home remodel

[piratefishmama]

Fake it ‘Till you make it | Part 15

If asked to describe how warm the Harrington house made him feel, Eddie would probably describe it as dipping his backside in an ice bath, balls, and all.

The Harrington Chalet… was like being wrapped up in a warm blanket on the comfiest of sofas, in front of a cosy fire, with a mug of just right hot cocoa placed in your hands, snuggled up against a broad chest, the kind of warmth that only comes from true comfort, a warmth that only comes from belonging.

It was all natural colours, warm browns lit by warm white lamplight. Where the Harrington house had white walls and dark tiled floors without a speck of dust to be seen, the chalet had natural wooden walls, and beautiful dark oak wood flooring, thick wooden beams running across the ceiling.

The only modern thing about it being the floor to ceiling windows that took up the far wall of the living room, which looked out towards the lake not far away. Every material used to build it aside from the glass windows, looked like it was sourced directly from its surroundings, like whatever they’d felled to make room for the chalet, was put into building it.

Eddie wanted to stay there.

He’d only set one foot into the main living room after lugging those bags from the car, bags now at his feet, guitar propped up against the wall, he’d only stopped a moment to take it all in, and decided there and then that this… this was where he wanted to be. It couldn’t be further from the place he’d grown up, yet he longed for it all the same.

And then he felt hands, flattened, sliding around his waist from his hip upwards beneath his shirt to settle atop his stomach, another around the other side, higher from his chest upwards across collar bone and lingering there, a hot breath on the other side of his neck, the warm, broad expanse of Steve Harrington’s chest against his back and his lips just lightly brushed against the side of his neck. If Steve wasn’t currently holding him up he might actually have crumpled.

How did people exist around Steve Harrington and not just spontaneously combust?

He felt aflame, Steve wrapped around him, holding him steady, thrown directly into the deep end even though he’d had hours upon hours to prepare himself for it, how did someone prepare to suddenly be at the very centre of Steve Harrington’s attention at the top of his game? Especially when that someone had never really experienced any game directed at them.

“Keep it in your pants Steven we haven’t even unpacked.” And there went all that tension, built with actions alone, gone with an exasperated comment from Steve’s mother as she shoved one of the heavier of her bags forwards with her foot.

“I cannot be held responsible for my actions when my boyfriend looks this beautiful.” Oh. He was expecting something juvenile, not something that was going to make his heart do a funny little flip flop. He’d never been called beautiful before.

He’d heard a few similar things in bars, but those things were always backed by lewd intent, genuinely having heard ‘you got a pretty mouth, boy’ on one such excursion. Never beautiful. Never something that gave him butterflies. Made him feel special.

“Yes, he’s very pretty, now let him go and go help your father with his bags. Eddie would you be a dear and help me with mine? This one is a little heavy.” He didn’t want Steve to let go, honestly he felt like his legs might actually give out if Steve let go so in the interest of his own balance, he just latched himself onto Steve’s arms to prevent him from letting go.

“Uhhhh… can we just, leave them in here for a bit while we uh… pick rooms? Because uhm… I don’t have a good excuse.” Steve snorted a laugh so close to his ear it actually made him laugh a little himself, he even got a nice little squeeze from Steve’s arms which felt lovely. “But I’d just really like if Steve didn’t move.”

Lynda just looked at them both with that knowing smile of hers, a single perfectly arched eyebrow raised in sly amusement. “Very well, the heavy ones stay here. Steven remember we will want to use the hot tub so do not pick that room.” And she was off after her husband, leaving the two heavier of her bags in the entryway to be moved later.

Eddie turned his head to look at Steve with a small curious frown in silent question “There’s a room on the first floor, it’s technically the guest master bedroom, it has a patio door that leads to the hot tub on the wrap around. Like directly to it, if we pick that room there’s a strong chance of us witnessing terrible horrible things. Nobody ever picks that room.” It was great if you were alone in the house, or if it was just you and a special someone, then you could pick it, but… other company would ultimately either see your business, or you’d see theirs.

Not a fun time.

“Sounds like you’ve had a terrible experience.”

“I repeat, terrible, horrible things. C’mon Bambi, let’s get settled in.”

“Where’d that come from?” He asked, just before Steve could let go, sure Steve’s arms relaxed a little in their grip, allowing Eddie to move a little, test his balance to find it was actually fine, that his legs hadn’t mysteriously transmuted into jello, he didn’t pull away through, instead he turned in Steve’s arms, just to look at him “The Bambi thing, where’d that come from?” It was the third time Steve had called him that, the first on the plane, second in the car… and now—

“Your eyes, man… those big beautiful brown eyes of yours, you’ve got eyes like Bambi. Has no-one ever… called you that before?” Steve stepped backwards, he removed his arms, instead placing his hands on Eddie’s arms, just holding him, looking at him, seeing him.

“Uh…no no, most I get is freak, fag, or… that I have a nice mouth?” Eddie didn’t expect the pained expression on his faux boyfriends face, no matter how brief it was. “It’s okay, like… you expect the insults I guess… we live in a small-minded shithole, and I never deny the rumours so it’s not like it’s not expected. And the places where it’s okay for us to be, well… they kind of expect a certain level of experience or they expect you to want them too when you go there an well…” Eddie didn’t have that experience.

An he didn’t feel very comfortable leaving it up to a total stranger to guide him through gaining experience. Especially with how dangerous that was right now.

Besides the danger though, what if it sucked? He didn’t want it to suck, why did that have to be the be all and end all of first queer sexual experiences? Why couldn’t it be good? Why couldn’t he have his toes sufficiently curled?

“I wish I knew what to say to make it okay...” Robin would know what to say. Steve had barely dipped his toes into what he enjoyed, into who he was beneath the performative nonsense of his past.

Steve was just… Steve, and Steve rarely really knew what to say.

“Don’t worry about it big boy, you calling me beautiful just made my year, I will treasure it always, it will feed my ego for years to come so you don’t have to say anything else. Now let’s go pick a room” Just to make sure Steve knew it was okay, Eddie leaned forward and planted a kiss atop those two cute moles on Steve’s cheek, grabbed his guitar case, then offered his other hand. “Wanna show me around?”

“Yeah…” Steve breathed, an almost dopey smile on his face as he took Eddie’s hand “yeah okay, let’s do that, rooms are this way, but first, uhm... Bambi's okay right?”

"Yeah, Stevie... Bambi's okay."

Part 17

#PirateWrites #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #Fake Dating AU