#happy LL session friday

[xxstorywriterxx]

Your local barista / Part 9

Larissa Weems x fem reader fanfiction

You´re a barista working at Weathervane. A tall blonde, beautiful woman comes in from time to time to get a coffee and talk to you. She seems nice at first but after a while you find yourself wondering if you could become more than friends?

Thank you so much for your support! I´ll try to post updates every week!

Link to the following chapter is at the bottom.

Warnings: a little smut at the end

"Good morning, Sunshine!" Larissa Weems opened the door to the Weathervane with a bright smile on her red lips. She wore a coat-like dress, her hand with red painted fingernails was holding a black purse, her hair was pinned up as usual and she had big black sunglasses on her nose. Even though it was still quite early in the morning, the sun was already out and flooding the entire town with warmth. "Good morning to you too, my Love!" You got around the bar and headed towards Larissa, who had placed her handbag on a chair. She took off her glasses when you came nearer and placed her hands on your waist. "It´s so good to see you!" Her voice was quite and low as she looked you up and down, causing you to shiver. You looked up to the goddess. "I missed you so much!" You looked at her lips, smiling. Right now you wanted nothing more than to finally feel the softness of those red and juicy lips. You wanted to taste her, to be as close as possible to your greatest desire and weakness. She bit on her lower lip just before she pressed her´s against your´s. You felt like flying as soon as you smelled her bloomy scent and tasted the strawberry balm on her mouth.

Ever since you had spend the night at Larissa´s apartment two weeks ago, you were pretty much insepreable. Due to your work schedules you only slept at each others houses on the weekends but Larissa came to the cafe extra early in the morning and you opened it an hour earlier than usual, just so you could have a reason to be together. On days you were missing each other the most you delivered her coffee to Nevermore, causing the two of you to run late to various appointments and workshifts but it was absolutley worth every second of it, especially because of little intimate sessions you shared. She made you feel happy and safe, as if you were walking on clouds. You couldn´t remember the last time you were in love with someone the way you were with Larissa. Of course you hadn´t told her yet. It was way too early to do so and never the right moment anyway. But you planned on confessing to her soon. You dreamed of a future together and couldn´t wait for it to finally happen.

When you stopped kissing she sat down on a chair, you brought her the usual morning coffee and got next to her. She drank it with a satisfied look on her face. "I have to be honest. The only reason I´m with you is your great coffee and the opportunity to get one every morning." She smiled at you. You let out a dramatic sigh. "I knew from the start you were just using me!" Then the two of you started to laugh. Larissa was so beautiful when doing so. She reached over to you and grabbed your hand. Her skin was so soft. You just stared at each other for some time before Larissa continued talking. "I was thinking. How about we take some time off? Just us. We could do a little trip on the weekend. I own a cabin near a lake only a one hour drive away from here. It could be our first holiday together!" "Wait, you own a cabin?" Larissa laughed at your stunned face. "Yes, I do. I bought it a few years ago and when I need some alone time I go there over the weekend. So, what do you think?" "That sounds great! I haven´t been on a holiday in ages!" "Alright. Then it´s settled. We wanted to spend this weekend together anyway. How about we head off right away?" You raised her hand to your mouth and kissed it. "Sounds perfect to me." Larissa looked at you happily. "Great. Let´s drive there on Friday after work. I´ll pick you up at your house." "Alright! I can´t wait to spend some time with you away from home." She leaned over to you and gave you a kiss. "Me neither, Darling."

The next few days were passing slowly. You got more and more excited to head off with Larissa. Time seemed to be standing still except when you spend time with her. Your best friend Isaac was almost as excited as you were, when you told him about the two of you being away for the weekend. "It´s the perfect opportunity to tell her about your feelings!" Isaac said on Thursday after your shift. He had picked you up and you went grocery shopping for the trip. "It´ll be so romantic. The two of you alone in a cabin. A beautiful blue lake outside the window. A hot fire burning in the fire place. You all cuddled up on the sofa." You had to laugh. "Oh, please. Sounds like you would really want to go instead of me. Also you just described the perfect Hollywood-cliche romance." "But maybe it is! I mean, look at you! You´re going out with the most gorgeous woman ever. You fell for her ages ago and when you finally got the courage to make the first move she even liked you back! You two get along so well. You have the same sense of humor, you really appreciate each other and you share some sort of tragic youth." You giggled at his last sentence. "Trust me. You two seem like a couple straight out of a movie." You grabbed a bag of crisps from a shelve. "Maybe you´re right. But still. We´re just people. I mean, we´re going on a holiday. Nothing special." Actually, it was something special to you. And Larissa really wasn´t just a normal person to go on a trip with. Your stomach was full of butterflies as soon as you even thought about leaving with her tomorrow. But of course you wouldn´t tell Isaac about that. He didn´t have to know how deep your feelings for Larissa actually were. "'Nothing special'. Just listen to yourself. Who would actually say that about their first trip with their partner? You´re so in love, it´s ridiculous." "Sh, Isaac. Would you shut up about it already? Besides we haven´t... we haven´t labelled us as anything yet." You blushed a little. "Are you joking? Are you telling me that you don´t know wether you are a couple just because you haven´t 'confirmed' it yet?" "Well, ugh, yes?" Isaac looked at you, shocked. "Unbelievable. Y/n you really are unbelievable." "What? What do you mean?" "Oh, just pull yourself together! You two are in love. You spend as much time together as possible. I saw the way she looked at you, the way she stroke your cheek. Everytime the door to the Weathervane opens you look disappointed when it is not her who is walking in. And now, after like what? Two weeks of dating she invited you to her private cabin? Just finally admit it. You´re a couple. You don´t necessarily need words for that. You just feel it." You thought about his words for a moment. "You´re a wise man, Isaac." He sighed and grabbed a Dr. Pepper. "I know."

On Friday you were barely able to focus on work. All you could think about was your weekend with Larissa. You couldn´t eat during the day because you were so nervous about being away with her. When your shift finally ended you rushed home and took a shower. You got ready and changed into a comfortable but classy outfit. You finished packing your bags and waited for Larissa to arrive. After a few minutes your phone started buzzing.

'I´m waiting downstairs for you, Love! XX'

You felt your stomach going crazy reading her message. You grabbed your stuff and rushed out of the door towards Larissa´s car. It was very different from the car she drove for Nevermore incidents. Her private car was a black sports car with tainted windows. It looked new and expensive. You put your bags into the trunk and opened the door to the passenger seat. You glided onto the clean beige leather seat. "Hello, Darling!" Larissa purred. She grabbed your chin and kissed you. You felt your entire body shiver. When she topped kissing you she stayed close to your face, staring at your lips. "Ready to set off?" she almost whispered. The only thing you could do was nod. She stroke your cheek, then leaned back into her seat. She started the engine and before you knew you were out of town and down the highway. "How was your day?" you asked her, still feeling a bit nervous about spending the days away with Larissa. How stupid, you thought to yourself. "Oh, it was just a normal school day, as always. But I have to admit I was quite excited the entire day. I´ve been really looking forward to our weekend. I could barely think of anything else the entire time." She gave you a bright smile and suddenly you were able to relax more. Larissa being excited as well made you feel less embarrassed. "Me too actually," you admitted. "My shift didn´t seem to end. It was horrible. I´m so glad I´m finally sitting in your car." Larissa moved a hand away from the steering weel and placed it on your thigh. "I feel the same way." She smiled while looking at the road. You felt your ears getting hot.

The entire drive you talked about funny and annoying work stories, laughed about the two of you being distracted because of each other at work and then listened to some music. As it turned out you both enjoyed a similar taste in music, which was a pretty good mix of everything. Florence +the Machine, Elton John, Beethoven, Miley Cyrus and Marina and The Diamonds were only a few examples. You enjoyed the ride so much that you were almost sad when you arrived at the cabin. The sun was going down behind the trees surrounding the building. It was made out of stone walls with wooden accents and had big clean windows. Only a few feet away was a big beautiful lake, in which the sun reflected in different shades of Red, Yellow and Orange. A stone path reached right from the three parking lots in front of the building up to the front door. "Wow," was the only thing you were able to say while you were staring at it. "How come your 'cabin' is ten times bigger than my flat?" "Because I worked hard and I am a few years ahead of you." Larissa gave you a kiss on the head and walked ahead of you, carrying both of your bags inside. When you walked into the house you started staring again. It smelled just like Larissa inside. Bloomy with a hint of Vanilla. Downstairs was a big living room with a huge fire place and a TV above. A big white rug was placed in front of it an a few feet away was a beige sofa. Many bookshelves were placed at the back of the room and through the window you could see the lake. Next to the living room was a big kitchen from which you could also see the lake. A bathroom and a small office were on the other side of the house. Upstairs were the master bedroom, with a view over the lake of course, two big bathrooms and two smaller guest rooms. "This place is insane!" you said coming downstairs. Larissa had started a fire in the fire place and handed you a glass with red wine. "I´m glad you like it. It is very important to me that my partner feels welcome and safe in my home." You had just started nipping on your wine but let it sink. "Your partner?" "Partner, girlfriend, whatever you wanna call it." Larissa shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her wine. Then she realised your surprised face. "Are you ok, Love?" "You... we have never called each other... partners. Or anything like that." Larissa got worried and placed her glass on a small table in front of the sofa. "I´m sorry, did I got too far? I just thought that... you know, it would be the only appropriate thing to call ourselves but if you´re not ready to do so that´s fine but-" You rushed forward and hugged her tight. She placed her head on top of yours and pressed your body against her’s. Then you gave her a long kiss. She was so perfect. "I love it. I´m so glad you said it. Because I didn´t want to make you uncomfortable calling you my girlfriend. I was so unsure if you would like it." Larissa looked at you for a few seconds. Then she burst into the most beautiful laughter. You blushed a little. "Oh, shut up!" "No, no y/n. It´s just... we´ve been acting like a proper couple for the last to weeks, we know we like and care for each other. We fucked multiple times," you felt a shiver running down your spine "and you thought I wouldn´t want to be called your girlfriend? That´s so-" "Embarrassing?" "It´s cute!" She gave you a hug, then started kissing you. The kissing turned into a proper make-out session and before you knew you were laying on the rug in front of the fire place. "About us having sex multiple times..." you said with a dirty grin on your face. "Yeah?" Larissa´s eyes were dark, full of lust. "How about we do some more?" You felt your face getting hot. Your lips were wet from Larissa´s kisses and you had a few little bites down your neck. "Mh, that´s what you need right now?" Larissa´s voice was dark. She placed one hand on your inner thigh. "Oh, yes. Definetly." You grabbed one of her ass cheeks. Her entire body was slightly shaking. "Well, in that case..." She said, taking her shirt off, revealing your greatest desire. Her body.

#fanfic #gwendoline christie #larissa weems #larissa weems fanfic #larissa x reader #larissa x you #lesbian #principal larissa weems #wednesday #larissa weems x reader #yourlocalbaristafanfic #sapphic

[fudgecake-charlie]

Dramatic Last Life mumbo + sketches, because I remembered how incredibly fun drawing with pencil is! All of these are vaguely based off Mead Schaeffer’s stuff.

#last life smp #lastlifesmp #mumbo jumbo #grian #happy LL session friday #art out the oven #I struggle SO HARD with semi-realistic planes of the face it's such a problem #painting is really fun but I also accidentally sunk way too many hours into this </3 I have art and homework to do #dramatic backlighting is such a good way to make things look good sinix was right #hermitcraft

[costellos]

a/n: I’ve been reminiscing on a lot of cheesy romcoms and one of my favorite tropes are “dates that aren’t officially dates but basically are dates.” we love a good yearning. that said, here are some #unofficialofficialdates that the boys use to spend time with you!

tw: mentions of drugs

❥ ┋ ❝ bucci gang & what excuses they use to get closer to you!

bruno bucciarati.

Bucciarati gets closer to you by having you assist him at “fundraisers.” 

Passione holds a handful of events throughout the year. elaborate parties with expensive champagne, mindless chatter, and some very high-profile attendees. people will join to officialize deals, buy drugs, and of course, donate to keep Passione thriving.

Bucciarati usually goes alone, acting as a representative for his escort team. this isn’t the type of scene you’d see the others at. but up until your joining, you’ve found yourself as his sole companion.

it began as a way to familiarize yourself with mobster life. his idea, of course. although he didn’t push the idea, he’d be lying if he said he hoped you would accept. ↳ “it’s not required, but the company would be nice.”

it’s an odd affair. celebrities and politicians join and no one blinks an eye. it’s not where you’d usually find yourself on a Saturday night, with you and your partner dressed to the nines (okay, maybe not a usual scene for you; Bucciarati always had something beautiful draped onto his figure).

the hors d'oeuvres and cocktails are nice, at least. but you find yourself drawn to your conversations with Bucciarati the most.

he makes you feel welcome at every event, that you deserve to be here as much as the starlet making her grand appearance. you’re unsure that you can handle business with new clients, but the way he talks to you is so reassuring and supportive that you quickly help the gang obtain new patrons.

you can’t help but notice that his speech became more casual after the first outing. he’s a fan of crude jokes and local gossip, you find. but you also notice the hand at your hip as he guides you to every following fundraiser. if you look at him while he he does so, he’d send a the kindest grin. ↳ “see? you’re a natural. we need to work on your eye contact, though. clients respond better when they see those pretty eyes look back at them.”

that shameless flirtation came out after your fifth fundraiser. by that point, Bucciarati made less of an effort to hide his attraction toward you. all the other patrons thought you to be a couple. why not play the part? besides, he finds your embarrassment endearing. cute, even. he’s already planning ways to make this night last longer.

leone abbacchio.

Abbacchio gets closer to you by helping you get ready for your missions.

you’re typically the first choice for espionage missions. the way you slip into parties, meetings, anything without anyone noticing is impressive, to say the least. but only part of that is thanks to your own abilities. Abbacchio does a lot of the heavy lifting behind the scenes.

it started when he noticed your god awful attempt at masquerade makeup. your contouring left much to be desired. ↳ “...please don’t tell me you’re actually going out like that.”

and so began a tradition of sorts. you usually meet him at his apartment, considering that’s where all his tools are. it was awkward at first; Abbacchio isn’t the best conversationalist, but he did try to seem somewhat engaged in whatever you had to say.

with time, however, it became easier. less awkward. Abbacchio shares whatever wine (and gossip) he has at his disposal that week. you find that his humor can be quite dry once you melt through that icy exterior. and with more time, you start to notice the tiniest smiles when you pop by.

he’s also less fussy when you ask him to do your makeup. before he would roll his eyes and ask when you were next available, but now... he just says to come by that Friday night. not without some minor teasing, though you found that to be a part of his charm. (plus, the fact you were breaking through to him was exciting in itself.)

he’s incredibly gentle when he does your makeup. he always holds your chin as he dabs liquid foundation onto your face, his hand moving your head for those hard-to-reach areas. when he does your eyeshadow, you can feel that same hand cup your cheek to keep you steady. though intimate, it’s not uncomfortable.

whenever he caught you staring at him, Abbacchio would ask what you were looking at. recently, however, you’ve noticed he merely purses his lips, swallows, and looks away. ↳ “huh. would’ve never known you could look so stunning. you’re welcome.”

his rude teasing made its appearance after eight visits. it’s an awful attempt to deny his feelings. maybe you’ll back off if he’s mean enough. but the way you smile at him after every session, how you shamelessly compliment him... he can’t help himself. he has to get closer to you in any way that he can.

giorno giovanna.

Giorno gets closer to you by asking you to help him with his hair.

you’d often watch girls fawn over Giorno whenever you went on patrols with him. and it’s warranted: his chiseled cheekbones, long lashes, and defined physique had him rival the Roman statues that lined Naples. everything about him is a piece of art. including his hair. 

you caught him struggling to braid his hair shortly before your next patrol. strands would be thicker than others, and in one case, you watched as his hair tie snapped between his fingers. he obviously needed help. ↳ “well, if you’re offering. be my guest.”

so you got to work. it wasn’t a big deal; part of the issue was that Giorno couldn’t see the back of his head. you separated his hair into three strands, weaved them between each other, and tied the ends of his hair into a loop. just as you’d always seen him do it.

but once you finished, Giorno was hooked. the way your fingernails dragged along his scalp, how you were so careful to not pull his hair... it was wonderful. such a small action that felt so personal to him.

he asks you to help him with his hair whenever he can. not too frequently that you’d catch on, though. and he knows you well enough to know you wouldn’t deny his request. you’re far too kind. it’s a little manipulative on his end, but he’s also aware that you wouldn’t mind.

it never feels awkward. he asks you about your day while you work. sometimes he gives you a briefing about what’s on the agenda. though it seems casual on your end, as mentioned, Giorno finds the experience quite intimate. ↳ “I don’t know what it is, but something about your touch is enough to make me feel so relaxed. ...ah, excuse me. was that too forward?”

that statement comes out after you’ve braided Giorno’s hair ten times. by that point, you’ve started to think that he doesn’t really need help with his hair. the fact that he’s started producing flowers to put in your own hair was a dead giveaway. but can you blame him? he loves seeing you blush as he tucks daisies behind your ear.

guido mista.

Mista gets closer to you by showing you his favorite quick eats.

as a long-standing resident of Naples, the gunslinger is aware of all the best restaurants in the city. from hole-in-the walls to elegant restaurants, he knows ‘em all. he has a particular soft spot for the former.

you’re the opposite of him: new to Naples and unaware of what foods await you. Mista takes it upon himself to change that. ↳ “you’ve never heard of Sorbillo and you’ve been living here for how long? ...alright, well. we’re gonna change that. you and me, Sorbillo, this Saturday.”

and thus a new tradition began. whenever you and Mista had a free Saturday night, you’d meet at whatever restaurant he recommended that week. sometimes it was seafood, other nights it was pizza, but it was always something extremely delicious (and extremely unforgettable).

he caters his choices to what you’re in the mood for. Mista’s not a picky eater by any means (so long as it’s not in fours), so he’s down for whatever you want. plus, it lets him get to know your tastes a little better.

he’s a great conversationalist. he can keep you distracted from long lines and longer food prep times. you never get the impression that he’s just making small talk, because honestly, he’s not. he genuinely wants to get to know you better. he usually asks about your life before Passione. 

your weekly outings originally started as a fun hangout between two friends. but during one chilly night, Mista was quick to notice your shivering. he wasted no time in giving you his coat and hat. ↳ “hey, you don’t ever get... I dunno... bored of this, do you? I know we’ve been doing this for a while and... if you ever wanna stop, you can let me know.”

that question came up after your seventh outing. you’d never seen the gunslinger get embarrassed like this. it only comes up because Mista’s realizing how much he loves being around you. he loves when your eyes widen as you take that first bite, he loves when muse how good the food is. he needs to know where you stand before he gets too invested because honestly, he’s starting to love you as well.

narancia ghirga.

Narancia gets closer to you by asking you to help him read. 

Fugo’s not the best tutor. bless him, he tries, but Narancia isn’t the best student either. the latter often spaces out while working. and when he doesn’t, he tries to distract Fugo with some meaningless chatter to end the session sooner. Fugo was quick to catch onto this.

as a result, he turned to you to tutor Narancia. it started as a joke. “if [Name] can’t do it, no one can,” he laughed. the pupil, however, was more than happy to switch tutors. ↳ “fine! [Name]’ll be a better teacher than you ever were!!”

and like that, you were Narancia’s new tutor. not that you minded. it would benefit the whole team if he could read above a primary school level. every Tuesday and Thursday, an hour before the gang’s meetings at Libeccio, you and Narancia would grab a table and go over his reading material. sometimes Fugo joins to watch Narancia’s progress, sometimes Mista to hang out and enjoy a slice of cake, but it’s normally a one-on-one lesson.

Narancia quickly realizes that he likes those lessons best. it’s much easier when the others aren’t teasing him for his inability to read words like “signorile.” plus, he likes his time alone with you. you don’t laugh. you never judge him. if he has a question, he doesn’t feel stupid to come to you about it, even outside of tutoring sessions.

he’s still distracted when he’s with you, but half the time it’s intentional, half the time it’s not. he just wants to learn more about you. he’ll take breaks between questions to ask you about yourself. Narancia usually sticks to questions regarding your hobbies and interests. lord help you if you share the same music taste because he’ll want to share all his favorite tunes with you.

lately he’s been quite diligent with his work. he’ll go a chapter ahead of what you’ve scheduled and... oh my, are those annotations? you’d never seen him smile brighter than when you praised him for his hard work. ↳ “what are we gonna do once my reading is like... really good? we’re not just gonna stop, are we?”

he asks you this after your fourth session. the question came up rather early, honestly. but Narancia was already having a lot of fun after working with you. he knew that this was going to be something worth his time. and when he saw your own smile, he knew that you were worth everything, too. 

pannacotta fugo.

Fugo gets closer to you by requesting your help planning missions.

most of the gang’s missions are planned by Fugo himself. while he is a college dropout, he still spent hundreds of hours studying Italian history and law. he can be trusted to help the escort team avoid law enforcement.

but there was one job he couldn’t wrap his head around. it was a breaking-and-entering mission meant for Bucciarati and Narancia. they were supposed to cross through an Armani outlet, yet... the security was fool proof. there was no way to cleanly get through it, even with Bucciarati’s Sticky Fingers. that was when you came in and proved him wrong. ↳ “[Name], would you mind helping me with this next mission? it’s a reconnaissance job for Abbacchio.”

he started coming to you whenever he felt stuck. you’re one of the few people he trusts with a task as important as this one. besides, you’d already proved that you were more than capable to untangle tough situations.

working with you is a mixed bag, though. sure, you help Fugo resolve his questions, but you make him feel so... small. it’s not that you do it on purpose. it’s just that being smart is all that he has. it’s all he’s ever known. and here you come, making these problems seem like they were nothing.

yet he can’t get enough of you. you don’t make it seem like these things are a big deal. he loves when you place your hand on his arm and praise him when he figures it out himself. god, he hates that he can’t look you in the eye; he can only imagine how lovely you look when you’re glowing.

there’s one moment that will stick with you forever. it was an infiltration mission meant for the whole team, the eleventh job you’d worked on with him. it took hours of back-and-forth bantering, Fugo having to leave the room to go scream outside, and one of Narancia’s awful energy drinks until Fugo figured it out. and when he did, you’ll never forget how he was beaming, his fingers laced with yours as he thanked you for your help. it’s too bad it didn’t last that long, for he quickly became embarrassed and turned away. ↳ “[Name]! I have another mission to work on with you! when are you free?”

Fugo saw you as his planning partner after that occurrence. he came to you with every mission he received; after all, he needs you to make sure that there aren’t any holes. he wants to chase every high he can with you. hell, every low if you’ll let him. he wants to do everything and more with you.

#jjba #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #bucci gang #golden wind #Giorno Giovanna #Pannacotta Fugo #Bruno Bucciarati #Narancia Ghirga #guido mista #leone abbacchio #headcanons #long post #drugs/ #WHEW it took me two days to write this #I kept getting burnt out :') #it's been a hot minute since I wrote something like this #but I'm so happy w how it came out!!

[annalaurendet70]

This is a beautiful photo of the Imperial couple.Both look relaxed and happy.

Empress Alexandra Feodorovna of Russia and Tsar Nicholas ll of Russia on board the Imperial Royal yacht,the Standart.

In this photo you can see the condition of Nicholas' bad teeth.

Diary entries of Tsar Nicholas II of Russia regarding his teeth

30 July 1899 Friday

Dr. Wollison worked on Nicholas II’s teeth in Peterhof ‘from 2 to 4, thanks to Alix strong insistence’.

2 August 1899 Monday

‘I again had my teeth taken care of from 2:30 until 4:45’.

6 October 1899 Wednesday

Tsar Nicholas ll sympathized with others suffering toothache noting later in Wolfsgarten that ‘poor Ernie's teeth are in pain; he did not come to dinner and went to bed’.

26 March 1910 Friday

‘From 2:30 until 4:15 the dentist Wollison was here to see me’.

28 March 1910 Sunday

‘Wollison worked on me again’.

6 April 1910 Tuesday

‘Wollison worked on me from 2 to 4pm’.

16 April 1910 Good Friday

‘Wollison was with me from 5:30 until 7pm’.

January 1917 alone, he had five session with court dentist, S.S. Kostritsky, each of which lasted for an hour or two.

During the forensic examination of his remains, Nicholas' dental health was extremely poor. Alexandra's skull showed signs of elaborate dental work but Nicholas had nothing to suggest he recieved adequate dental treatment.

He also suffered from pretty bad halitosis and had gum disease.

Dies ist ein wunderschönes Foto des Kaiserpaares. Beide sehen entspannt und glücklich aus.

Kaiserin Alexandra Fjodorowna von Russland und Zar Nicholas ll von Russland an Bord der kaiserlichen königlichen Yacht, der Standart.

Auf diesem Foto sehen Sie den Zustand von Nicholas' schlechten Zähnen.

Tagebucheinträge von Zar Nikolaus II. von Russland bezüglich seiner Zähne

30. Juli 1899 Freitag

Dr. Wollison arbeitete an den Zähnen von Nikolaus II. in Peterhof „von 2 bis 4, dank Alix starkem Beharren“.

2. August 1899 Montag

„Ich habe meine Zähne wieder von 2:30 bis 4:45 Uhr behandeln lassen.“

6. Oktober 1899 Mittwoch

Zar Nikolaus ll sympathisierte mit anderen, die unter Zahnschmerzen litten, und bemerkte später in Wolfsgarten, dass „die Zähne des armen Ernie Schmerzen haben; er kam nicht zum Essen und ging zu Bett.

26. März 1910 Freitag

„Von 2:30 bis 16:15 war der Zahnarzt Wollison zu Besuch bei mir“.

28. März 1910 Sonntag

‘Wollison hat wieder an mir gearbeitet’.

6. April 1910 Dienstag

„Wollison hat von 14 bis 16 Uhr an mir gearbeitet“.

16. April 1910 Karfreitag

„Wollison war von 17.30 bis 19.00 Uhr bei mir.“

Allein im Januar 1917 hatte er fünf Sitzungen beim Hofzahnarzt S.S. Kostritzky, die jeweils ein oder zwei Stunden dauerten.

Während der forensischen Untersuchung seiner sterblichen Überreste war die Zahngesundheit von Nicholas äußerst schlecht. Alexandras Schädel wies Zeichen aufwendiger Zahnbehandlungen auf, aber Nicholas hatte keine Hinweise auf eine angemessene Zahnbehandlung.

Er litt auch an ziemlich schlimmem Mundgeruch und hatte eine Zahnfleischerkrankung.

[omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts]

That Girl is Poison...

PAIRING: Eddie Brock/ Venom X Reader

Summary: You’re assigned to work with the infamous but sexy and charming journalist, Eddie Brock, there to be his assistant, get him into meetings and interviews, and help him with anything he might need. Fast forward a year and you’re good friends, closer than you thought you’d get when you first met the character, and now you’ve fallen in love with him. You’re invited to a night at his favorite bar, to play a game with heated game of pool, where the winner gets anything they want, and things get steamy quickly.

A/N: So I’m watching Venom and staying up WAY too late while writing this but it’s worth it I never sleep anyway and I am now in love with Eddie Brock another fictional character yay so please enjoy this took me so long and I went kind of overboard eek let me know if you want more which I will probably give cause he’s my whole life now (also Happy New Year!!) also ALSO i crave feedback (in need of validation)

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension and themes, cheesy, mentions of alcohol, an overwhelming load of fluff (seriously it should be illegal), heavy makeout

You walk through the double doors of Eddie Brock’s private office, re-tucking in your white blouse into your tight pencil skirt, hugging your curves, a glimpse of your y/s/c skin peeking through where the top button previously popped. You curse yourself for accidentally snapping the button on your way to work in the cab and pray Eddie doesn’t see the glimpse of scandalous skin that just barely reveals your lacy, black bralette. All that you, of course, only noticed to be showing once you got to the building. Cue the small panic attack in the staff bathroom.

Eddie happens to your boss, of sorts, which means no dating according to company policy. Even when you do most of the things around here, as he always likes to tell you, you’re his rock. You do what he asks, set up his meetings and interviews, get him coffee and lunch, answer phone calls, and write articles of your own. All those late nights, caffeine-fueled cramming sessions at the office and mounds of paperwork you’ve completed together, you’ve grown close. He won’t ever admit it, but he trusts you more than anyone else in his life, sometimes more than himself. Especially as of lately.

That’s why when you walk around his desk to discuss with him his schedule, his eyes immediately dart to your slightly revealed chest, the sight of you in your flattering work clothes making his mouth go dry. His chest seizes with guilt, you’re his friend, quite possibly his only one, and he doesn’t want to ruin that. Yet a wave of lust washes still over him and it’s not just Eddie that feels it.

Venom hums pleasantly in Eddie’s head, We like her, hm? She’s yummy. Yes, we do. But she’s a friend, and it will stay that way, thanks to you. Come on, I’ll behave, promise. Your promises are shit. Ouch, harsh one, Eddie.

You peer down at his frustrated expression and how he’s whispering to himself, wondering if this job has finally gotten to him and he’s gone mad, hearing voices in his head. You wave your hand in front of his face with a small, assuring smile and he looks up at you, blinking hard. His gaze flipping from confusion to complete adoration for you and your kind, picturesque, stunning features. Tendrils of hair fall down, framing your angelic face.

“Eddie,” you say sweetly with a honey-laced tongue, his eyes wanting to flutter closed at the lullaby sensation of your voice, cooing him to sleep. “Earth to Eddie, are you alright?” you say with an amused lilt in your tone, smiling at him.

“Y-yeah, yeah I’m fine,” he gulps, licking his dry lips, returning your easygoing smile, halfheartedly at best, and he clears his throat. “What’s on the schedule for today?”

You lean over his desk, pointing to the schedule you created for him, and he finds it hard to keep his eyes to himself, your wonderful, floral perfume and shampoo masking the air. He wishes to fall into you and never get back up again.

“You’ve got a meeting at 11 and we prepare for an interview scheduled for Monday at noon during lunch, into the rest of the day if need be. And besides that... nothing else and you’re free to enjoy your Friday night.”

Your chest brushes his arm when you stand up straight and he inhales sharply, sitting himself up along with you. You place your hand on his forearm, afraid you alarmed him somehow, and there’s lightning in your fingertips when you meet his skin. He looks at you and you pull your hand back, “Sorry, sir, I-I didn’t mean to frighten you,” you chuckle slightly.

“Oh, oh no,” he situates himself, both from you brushing up against him and the way your sweet voice calls him sir, how you’d say that term in other circumstances. He blushes at the inappropriateness of ll this. He stumbles out of his leather, desk chair when he moves to hide his excited area with his jacket.

“You didn’t, I-I’m just... tired and jumpy. Not your fault, you’re amazing... wait, no, I mean, you are, but I what I’m trying to-” he stops himself with a wiry, crooked smile. “You-you’re fine.” Your bright eyes crinkle with amusement at the sight.

Venom laughs menacingly, Nice going, Casanova. What was that before about just friends? Your heart rate has never been this high with someone just a friend... Shut it, parasite. P-parasite!? Say you’re sorry!

Eddie ignores the grumpy voice in his head and instead looks at his just a friend, you, knowing deep down the voice in his head is right.

You smooth down the wrinkles in your shirt, tucking hair behind your ear with a tender curl of your lips, “What? Got something on my face?”

He shakes his head frantically, slowing down when he sees your eyebrow raise then you smile and laugh at him. He smirks, leaning against the desk, his mind drifts to daydreaming about pressing you against this office wall, taking you right here and now.

“No, sweetheart, you look...” he gives you a once over before he can think better of it. No choice of words can fit you. And the ones that do aren’t appropriate for work so he opts not to speak at all, tongue-tied in your presence.

You run a hand through your hair, giving it much needed volume, to distract yourself from the pet name he’s decided on giving you. You like it more than you’d like to admit, “Don’t hurt yourself from thinking too hard, Brock, can’t have your death on my hands, what would the people think?” you mock gasp.

He snorts, “You couldn’t hurt a fly, no one will believe you did it. I have plenty of enemies that easily could have done it and framed you.”

“I-I can be... tough if I have to be.”

“I’m not saying you aren’t,” he laughs. “I’m just saying you’re not capable of murder, princess.”

“How thoughtful,” your lips curl. “But who will testify on my behalf if you’re not here to tell them that?” you continue to play along, tucking the clipboard of papers under your arm.

“No man in your life who could do it for you?” he flips through a random book to seem busy in front of you, peering at you from the corner of his eye. “I’m sure you have many... eligible suitors.”

You shake your head, hair falling down and hiding your flushed face, “None at the moment, no. That’s still sweet of you to think so, Eddie.”

He lifts his head up and his eyes light up when he beams at you, “Of course, any guy would be...” he locks eyes with you and your breath catches. “...would be lucky to have you, y/n.”

Your heart warms at his words, but you both think better of it and he clears his throat, looking away. He suddenly has an idea, and he knows it’s dangerous, being with you outside of work. He can hardly contain himself around you as it is, it’s a bad idea. Being alone with you... he’s done it before, all those late nights, he doesn’t know if he could do it again.

Then he does it anyway. “I have an idea.” Venom snorts, You have no self-control. You stay out of this.  

“Well, that’s never good.”

“Hey,” he says with mock offense. “-some are... not so bad.”

You dissolve into laughter, filling the room with the melodic sound, hand resting over your beating heart, “One would think so.”

He rolls his eyes, unable to suppress a small, fond quirk of his full lips, “My idea... smart ass,” you guffaw at that. “-is that you could come for a drink with me...”

Your head snaps in his direction, masking your shock at his invitation as best you can. You didn’t expect this, but you’re certainly not mad either.

“Really?” you beam, cheeks flushed with color. “At O’Malley’s?

He nods and chuckles coolly, the sound resonating deeply from his chest, “So... w-would you maybe want to,” he scratches the back of his neck nervously, clamming up with an anxious chuckle. “To do that...? If you want and as friends, of course, completely professional.”

You push your hair back shyly behind your ear. “Of course. Completely...” you look him over, dark shirt, leather jacket, and black jeans, your favorite look on him, and meet his eyes once again. “Professional.”

He half smiles, “Is that a yes, then?” Your chest flutters.

You nod quickly and smile softly, “Yes, sir... That’s a yes.”

He can hardly contain his excitement when he breaks into a rare, genuine smile that takes up most of his handsome face, “Alright. I’ll see you then.” He stumbles back into his desk and catches himself on the corner. You giggle and he finishes, “After... well, work.”

“Yeah, work,” you take your bottom lip between your teeth, stifling more laughter. “Can’t forget about that.”

~~~

Eddie paces anxiously in front of the bar, taking a swig from a beer bottle the barkeep slid to him. He continues to check the time on the large clock hanging on the wall above the drinks, watching as the hand ticks, each click increasing his state of worry that you won’t show up. That he’s made a mistake. Of course you won’t, you deserve better than him, he thinks-

“Is this over a girl, big guy?” the bartender, Marty, asks, wiping down glasses.

He sighs and cracks a wistful smile, “How’d ya know?”

“Cause there’s a lovely one in the doorway looking right at you,” he nods to where you’re standing by the door. 

“Keep it together, Eddie, it’s just y/n,” he whispers to himself, leaning back against the bar with a sigh as you walk over to him.

He’s frozen, seeing you outside of work clothes. You wear a plunging, red bodysuit, tucked into a pair of flattering black jeans that hit your curved waist flawlessly. His eyes are glued to that revealed piece of y/s/c skin, smooth and he finds himself wondering how you’d feel in his calloused hands, touching ever inch of you and his lips would follow. He shakes the thought away, crimson red. Your hair mussed from rushing down the bar’s stairway, trying to make it at least a little on time. You run a hand through it in an attempt to tame the beast. And he’s awestruck, you look stunning.

“I’m sorry I’m late, traffic was terrible,” you laugh, tucking a curl behind your ear. “Just a glass of red, please, Marty. Put it on my tab, too.”

“Sure thing, dollface.”

Eddie reaches for the wine glass when the bartender slides it down at the same time you do, your fingers brushing during the harmless exchange. The simplest of touches and your face goes hot. He grows flustered as well, cheeks a rosy shade of an adorable pink. You let go and he extends it kindly to you, your fingers wrapping around the base of the glass.

You chuckle, “Thanks.”

Marty takes his cue to walk back into the kitchen, just before sending a warning look to Eddie, “Everyone back here knows y/n, she’s family. If you lay a hand on her, we gotta shovel in the back. I doubt anyone would miss you.”

Eddie snorts to hide the sudden fear for his life buried in his eyes, cracking a smile in your direction, “Glad to know where his loyalties lie.”

You can’t help but laugh, “They’re harmless, Marty’s just an old family friend,” you tell him, unconsciously leaning towards Eddie, giving a delectable view of your crimson shirt and cleavage. Venom growls internally and Eddie finds himself doing the same.

“You look...” he breathes an airy laugh, running a hand through his hair. “You look beautiful, y/n.” You’re caught off guard from the compliment but take it all the same, warming you up from the inside out.

You grin, growing heated under his stare, “Thank you,” you breathe out, color rising to your cheeks. “You look great as always yourself.”

He takes a sip from his beer bottle, lips curling around the rim when he side eyes you, drinking you in, “Flattery will get you everywhere with me, darling.”

You giggle, intoxicated, not by the drink dangling between your fingers but from the heat in his dark eyes, “I’ll keep that in mind.” A door in the back of the bar catches your eye, the game room with a pool table, completely unoccupied.

Eddie has the same idea when he sees where your gaze lies and takes another sip of liquid courage before standing up from his seat, taking the bottle with him, “Play some pool with me?”

“It’s been awhile since I’ve played,” you look at him and take a sip of your wine, hiding a smile behind the glass. “I might not be very good.”

He clicks his tongue with a smirk, “You’ll be fine, we’ll make it interesting,” he hold out his hand, inviting you to take it. You look from his extended hand to his eyes and back again, cautiously resting yours in his before he pulls you from your seat, falling into his hard chest.

“Sorry,” you blow hair out of your eyes, a rosy smile gracing your face. You look at him in the eye for just a moment, breath catching.

He shakes his head, hands steadying you, placed firmly your waist, “Don’t be. You don’t ever need to apologize around me,” his mouth twitches at the side when his hand falls to the small of your back, guiding you through the tables and people. 

A group of men in an isolated booth looks your way, wolf whistling and calling you over, whispering foul things to each other. Eddie picks up on the way you’re burning up, embarrassed, angry, and uncomfortable, hoping for a hole to appear in the ground below you and swallow you up before you do something you’ll regret. He instinctively wraps his arm around your waist, softly at first, tucking you into his side while you both walk, an air of safety warming your chest. Your hand on your wine glass gripping tighter.

You shut the door behind you and watch on as Eddie prepares the game, dusting the cues and setting up the balls into a triangle in the middle of the green felt. You wait and continue to look on, setting down your drink, fascinated in the way he moves. His carved from stone muscles clench and flex when he gathers everything you two need. He catches you looking from the corner of his eye and flashes the ghost of a smirk. You realize you’ve begun to like him more than you’ve let on. 

He stands behind the pool table and leans against the redwood, cocking his head towards the game in question, “Ready?”

“Before we play, we should practice for the interview on Monday,” you idly walk around the pool table to him, “How do you want to do this? Practice it and I pretend to be who you’re interviewing...?”

He sighs, putting the game on hold because of that doll like look in your eyes, turning to face you, “You’re going to let me ask whatever I want instead of playing pool with me?” he tilts his head. “And you answer truthfully?”

“We can play in a moment. This is more important. Pretend I’m Richard Ford, the tech mongol you’re going to be on television with,” you chuckle, failing to remain serious, tucking fallen hair behind your ear. “See,” you grab a tendril of hair, twirl it, put it under your nose, and pucker your lips, faking a mustache. “The name’s Richard, nice to meet you.”

Dimple. “I can hardly tell the difference,” he humors you.

“I’m a master of disguise,” you let the piece or hair fall with a sweet smile. You extend your hand for him to shake, deepening your voice, “Hi, I’m Richard, it’s a pleasure to meet you Eddie. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“This is the worst version of role-play I’ve ever done with a woman,” he teases when he takes your hand in his. You roll your eyes and he takes the game a step further, placing a cheeky kiss to your knuckles, nose brushing the soft skin. “The pleasure’s all mine.”

Your face lights up, heat sent straight to the knot in the pit of your stomach, “Y-you’re going to kiss... Richard’s hand, Eddie?”

“You have to make a good impression with these sort of things, it’s only polite.” He cracks a smile, “Or maybe it was an excuse for me to kiss you, you’ll never know.”

“I guess I won’t,” you flush. “Right... okay, let’s get started then.”

“No fun, all work, huh?”

“We can have fun.” You grumble with a small frown, “I-I’m fun.”

His lips curve into a smile, “Never have I ever then... while we play pool.”

You sigh, if you brought work into this you were hoping it would diminish that damn knot in the pit of your stomach, coiling and spreading like wildfire from your chest to your fingertips. This wasn’t the greatest of ideas but when have they have ever been between you two? 

“And if I win?”

“Your choice,” he folds his arms over his broad chest.

You lock eyes, “Same with you?” This would only end badly. He nods.

“Fine,” you grab your pool cue and take aim, “Never have I ever cheated on a test.” Keep it innocent. 

His brow pinches in confusion, taking a long sip of his beer, and setting it back down on the edge of the pool table, “You’ve never cheated on a test? Ever? I doubt that.”

“I was a good kid,” you chuckle, hitting the ball into the corner pocket. Hm, maybe you were good at pool.

“Every kid cheated on at least one test.”

“Not me.”

“You’re just a liar.” You stick out your red colored tongue, stained with wine and just as sweet, but missing your next shot. 

He rolls his eyes, “Alright, never have I ever ogled at someone in this room when they were shirtless at the company retreat in Lodge Falls.” He misses and frowns. Innocent questions only, that idea seems to have been thrown out the window.

You scoff, “And you didn’t look at me?” you say while taking a quick sip, lips curled around the rim of your glass. Both of you walking around the table, remaining across from each other, neither daring to cross the distance. You make the shot, a solid color too.

“Had to distract myself with other things,” he smirks. Liar.

“Other things named Jacqueline and Angela...” you clarify for him, his eyes poring into yours, masked guilt in both of your gazes, hidden by a year of a friendship of will-they-won’t-they. You force a small smile, lessening the tension as much as you can, hitting another corner pocket, but the air has changed and something’s clicked.

His brow arches, “Were you jealous?” he asks quietly, almost afraid he’ll scare you off if he raises his voice above a mere whisper. You reach to where he stands, right beside him.

You laugh quietly, “No,” you answer quickly, too quickly, voice cracking towards the end of that damned word. Your eyes on him making him miss his shot. 

His mouth twitches in the right corner, deciding to drop the clearly tender subject, he nods to the table, “Alright. Your turn.”

You walk closer to him, pool cue in hand, and an interesting idea arises, something to distract him from making a good play when he shoots next. You take a step between him and the table, making a show of bending over in front of him. He inhales sharply, too shocked to move when Venom chuckles darkly. She’s a minx, this one. I say we teach her a lesson. Eddie visibly stiffens, jaw clenched tightly, as he tries to covertly situate himself behind you while you take perfect aim, and, as expected, make an equally perfect shot. 

You stand up straight again and throw him a coy look over your shoulder, “Never have I ever gotten aroused by someone in this room tonight.” If he wasn’t going to make this easy, you weren’t either. 

He locks eyes with you and takes a sip of his beer. You smile. He wets his lips and sighs, slightly amused, “You, sweetheart, do not fight fair.”

You smile, feigning innocence, “I don’t remember us making any rules.”

He clicks his tongue, cutting his eyes in your direction before getting level with the table, and shooting a ball into the corner pocket. One after the other until there are only a few left, meaning your distracting tactic clearly didn’t rattle him enough. The odds don’t seem to be in your favor. 

You exhale slowly, aiming your cue, just as Eddie circles the table to stand behind you. 

His eyes glaze over you, “Your hands are in the wrong place, darling.”

You chuckle, delightfully buzzed, “Really?” you muse. “And where should they be?”

You stand up straight once again, his chest pressed against your back, close enough for you to hear the telltale beating of his rapid heart.

His breath is hot by your ear, your chest tightens, “Would you like me to show you?”

“Do I have much of a choice?” you breathe a laugh, voice failing you.

Eddie’s calloused fingers dance up your bare arm, eliciting goosebumps and a sharp intake of breath from you, your lungs filling with his woodsy, cedar scent. His other hand falls to your waist, thumb caressing the fabric of your shirt, making it painfully aware to the both of you of the clothes separating your skin from meeting. His sensual touch is warm and inviting, conveying a silent love letter you can’t yet read. He slides his hands down to grasp your own, placing them in the right spot on the cue stick.

You arch your back at the sensation of his his lips smugly brushing your neck, “Eddie... What are you doing?” 

“Fighting dirty.” He guides you to pull the cue back, “Now aim.”

You scoff, “I’m almost impressed.”

He chuckles deeply, “High praise coming from you.” His hands encompass yours entirely when he readies you to take the shot, “And... shoot.” You hit the ball directly into the side pocket, much easier and swifter when he’s here aiding you. 

You turn around, his hands on either side of you, resting against the edge of the pool table, and pinning you against it. You blush, “Thank you.”

He looks over you, eyes riddled with both lust and adoration, the more flustered you get the bigger his smirk, “You’re very welcome.”

You tuck your thumb tenderly under his chin and lift his head up, guiding him to meet your eyes, “But was this your way of attempting to distract me, Eddie?” 

How do you do that, he thinks. Flip from cute to sexy so quickly? But he smirks, well pleased with himself, “Maybe... Is it working?”

You shake your head, smile, and lie, “No, I’m afraid not.”

“I don’t believe you.”

You raise your eyebrows in mock offense, “Are you calling me a liar?”

“No, sweetheart, I’m not... Because you’re a terrible one.” You scoff at that. “Might I suggest that you never get into gambling.” He walks away from you.

“I can lie,” you turn back around, ignoring his protests about your hand placement while he circles around the table, praying for no more urges to touch you again, your skin still tingling from it. 

“For example...” you look up at him from your cue, “I told you I liked your ex girlfriend.” Clink. Right into the side pocket again.

He can’t help but smile at that, “You didn’t like Anne?”

You shake your head, making your next shot, “Not really, she was always jealous... of you and me. She would sometimes come up to me when you weren’t around and tell me to stay away from you.”

He frowns deeply, “I didn’t know that.”

“I know,” you look at him. “I didn’t want you to stop seeing her on account of me. I’m sure she was great besides that and I-I wanted you to be happy, so I stayed away. So when she had to move to Prague with Dan, for her new job, I just kept it to myself. I thought there was no use in telling you. Because you’ve moved on.”

“Sure, there was,” he walks back around to you, wanting to hash this out, but you didn’t expect this reaction. There’s concern etched in those worry lines between his brow and on his forehead. “You could have, sure I’ve moved on and it was a long time ago, but I-I would have liked to have known.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” you breathe out. “But now it seems I have. I’m sorry, I j-”

He tilts his head curiously, “What did I tell you about apologizing, sweetheart?” he says to you.  

You can’t breathe. His hands lightly grasp both sides of your face, thumb caressing your flushed cheek. You sad smile is faint, going weak from his gentle touch. “To not...” Your nose nudges his, lips brushing, and you gulp hard. You smile against him, “But when have I ever listened, hm?”

“God...” his eyes clench shut, like he’s fighting an inner turmoil you won’t ever see for yourself. “We can’t... We’d lose our jobs.”

“I know,” you nod, your hand resting over his. 

Eddie’s breathing has gone shallow, hands falling to his sides, the anticipation becoming too much for the both of you. His eyes burn into yours, “You don’t make this easy, you know that?”

You lick a stripe from his bottom lip to his top, tasting the bittersweet flavor of liquor and a musk you can only classify as Eddie. You couldn’t take it anymore. You hum pleasantly at his lust blown pupils, “I though you enjoyed a challenge.”

“Y/N...” his voice is hoarse. “Stop. We can’t.” 

Are you out of your mind, Eddie?! I can’t! I want to but I can’t, she’ll lose her job and I’ll lose mine, it’s not right. I won’t hurt her like that. Jobs come and go, my friend, but there’s only one y/n... Take her right here.

You lock eyes with the man and utter just two words, voice barely above a whisper, “Make me.”

His hands grasp both sides of your face once again and he pulls you to him, all restraint a distant, forgotten memory when his lips crash desperately into yours. You inhale sharply, both from surprise and delightful release as your trembling lips part for him. Wanting something for so long and finally gaining the satisfaction of grasping it, him, you, it’s almost too much to bear. Your arms tangle around his neck, ensuring there is no space between your bodies when he guides you flush against his chest. He takes your red bottom lip between his teeth and tugs, moans falling from you like sin, legs gone weak at the simple action. His lips are soft and plump, bringing a tingling sensation to your own  There’s nothing rushed in his kiss, nothing harsh or fast. He’s taking his time with you, gentle hands now running languidly up and down your curves, worshiping you and your body for all your worth. 

His powerful arm wraps around your back and picks you up like you weigh absolutely nothing, laying you down on the pool table. His eyes wander all over you, your body on display for him, the brown in his eyes completely diminished by the black of his pupils, dark and hooded. 

You hold his face in your hand and he places a soft, fluttering kiss to the palm of your hand, leaning into your touch, “We’re so fired,” you giggle.

He runs his thumb over your swollen, rose flushed lips and smiles softly, “You’re worth it.”

Then his lips press to yours so ferociously and completely that a soft, mewling whimper escapes you, tugging on the ends of his hair, and earning a groan from him. Your smile, pleased, into the kiss and tilt your head up when his lips migrate to just below your mouth, your chin, your throat, your neck. He peppers wet, open mouth kisses anywhere he can reach, leaving fire in his wake. His big hands roam your body, roughly squeezing and gripping your thighs and your ass.  

Venom grows excited, growling impatiently, My turn. No, Venom, you’ll scare her off. Now isn’t the time. Oh, Eddie... you insult me. Let’s let the girl decide that for herself. Venom, please n-

He breaks away and you frown, wondering why he pushes away from you like you’re skin was on fire.

A black, molten liquid transforms his body, encompassing him completely until he stands above the table. You look on, terrified and curious, your eyes wide as saucers. What was happening to Eddie? The monster from the news. You must be dreaming. Because this can’t be happening, this isn’t real...

Your hands are shaking as you muster up the words to question this... thing, hoping this is all in your head, “W-who... who are y-you?” 

He flashes his large, razor sharp teeth, lips curling maliciously, ivory eyes slitted with dangerous intent. 

“We... are Venom.”

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[that-witch-bastard]

The sound of silence

A Bucky Barnes fanfiction

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: PTSD, the death of a minor character (one I made up), fluff, some swear words

Word count: 1407 (or so says Word)

A/N: Hey, you guys! This is my first fic, so please be understanding.

A girl joins the Avengers through the Stark internship. She goes on her first mission with Bucky, but something goes wrong. Afterwards, she has severe PTSD, due to which, she can’t talk. Tony builds a special device to help her. But Bucky can do more than that. He can actually cure her.

Diary entries are written in italics.

The first day. Your first day at the Stark internship. You were nervous as hell but also excited as hell. When you got the email saying that you, Y/N Y/L/N, were chosen to work on some new equipment for the Avengers, you were beyond happy. You’ve always dreamed about learning from Tony Stark, the brightest mind currently alive. 

You were amazingly intelligent and were always bored in class. That’s why you dropped out of college. because of that, you never really expected to be accepted into the internship. Well, you thought, apparently Tony Stark could see through your facade. You smirked.

As you walked into the Avengers tower a friendly voice welcomed you at the empty reception desk.

- Hello Ms Y/N. My name is F.R.I.D.A.Y. and I’ve been instructed to lead you upstairs to meet Mr Stark and the rest of your team.

- The rest of the interns, right? How many more of us are there, FRIDAY? Can I call you FRIDAY?

- Certainly, Ms Y/N. I feel obliged to correct you. There are no more interns. When I said you were to meet your team, I meant the Avengers. You were chosen to join the Avengers initiative.

You were dumbstruck. What the hell was going on? The Avengers? You never even dreamed of meeting them in person. You were even more terrified now. 

- Shall we? - asked FRIDAY

you really weren’t going to argue. You followed FRIDAY’s directions. When you stepped off the lift into the open plan living room, you were greeted by a crowd of people. Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor Odinson, Wanda Maximoff, Vision... and James Buchanan Barnes. Names and faces you’ve only seen on television. Until now.

- Hello - said Tony, shaking your hand. - You must be surprised. I’m not sorry, I do love a touch of drama. I’ll keep it brief. There is no internship, although your resume was quite impressive. That’s why I cancelled the internship and chose you to be the new addition to our team. And before you say anything - you can let go of my hand now.

You did.

- And, we know. Everything. 

- Surely, you can’t know everything - you said.

- You mean we can’t know how your last seven, was it, boyfriends were total wanks? Or that you put on a mask and sneak out every night to beat the shit out of petty criminals? - said Bucky with a knowing grin.

-... - your face must have been hilarious because Clint and Wanda started laughing their faces off.

- Welcome to the team, Y/N - said Natasha.

You were officially accepted. 

Dammit, I feel good!

I’ve been an Avenger for a month now and I love it! Everybody is so friendly. I’ve made friends with Nat and Wanda, we’re BFFs now. I love it so much! I’ve been training every day, both physically and mentally.

 In the morning Bucky and Steve are killing me in the gym. Nat helps them, sometimes, In the afternoons, I go to the lab with Tony and Bruce to work on new weapons and tech. I can’t say anything about it ;)

 Everybody has warmed up to me quickly, I’m really surprised. Well, almost everyone. Only Bucky remains cold. He barely talks to me and leaves the room whenever I arrive. Except for the gym. He can get really scary sometimes. His eyes say everything he’s keeping inside. the pain, anger, sadness, fear. Mostly fear. I can’t get through to him. I talk to him almost all the time during our sessions, I can’t help it, that’s just what I do.

Once, after a particularly tiring training session, he came up to me, bare-chested, in the gym. I was freaking excited to have him so close. He pressed me up against the wall, leaned over and whispered in my ear - Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?

And then he left. After that, I realized just how attracted to him I was. I didn’t know what he meant - did he want to kill me or f*ck me? 

I’m leaving on my first mission tomorrow. Bucky and I are supposed to storm the last remaining Hydra base in the US. It’s a two-day job - get in, plant the bomb and get out. 

I’ll finish writing when we get back.

Blood. Screaming. Fear. Pain.

Hospital lights?

You woke up in the infirmary. What the hell happened on that mission? You feel somebody caressing your hand. Your eyelids fluttered open. You saw someone hovering above you. Long, brown hair, blue eyes. Bucky. Why was he there, of all people? You wanted to ask him that, and about a million other questions, but you couldn’t. 

You’ve lost your voice.

Bucky’s face had a knowing expression written all over it. Of course, he knew. He did something quite extraordinary - he kissed your forehead.

- It’s gonna be fine, doll. Don’t worry. Tony’s already working on it.

Dear diary

I can't believe I fucked up so bad. My first mission was an utter disaster. My stupidity got a man killed. 

Bucky said not to worry, but PTSD ain’t no picnic. I can’t say anything. It’s not a secret or anything, I just can’t bring myself to talking. I am unable to force my voice strings to quiver. I killed him. I am a killer. A dumb killer at that. 

Tony tried to help, being a sweetheart. He made me a special kind of Band-Aid to wear on my neck. Supposedly, it’s gonna make me talk. I’ve never tried. I don’t know why. I just can’t.

It sucks.

Y/N was huddled in her bed, wearing her favourite hoodie. She hadn’t moved for two days. Didn’t eat, didn’t shower, didn’t even sleep. The only thing she did was cry. She cried because it was the only thing she could do. 

The team was worried, but nobody wanted to interrupt Y/N. She has to process her grief on her own. They’ve all been through something similar at one point. Nobody as many times as Bucky, though. 

He didn’t want the others to see it, but he cared about Y/N. He wanted to hear her laugh again. He missed her voice. He only appreciated it now that it was gone. He couldn’t stand the thought of her bearing those feelings on her own.

“Fuck it” - he thought. He rose from the couch he had been sitting on, pretending to watch a film. He walked down the corridor and stood outside Y/N’s room. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door softly.

She didn’t answer.

He didn’t really expect her to. He only knocked on the door to let her know he was there. He opened the door. Behind it, he saw a cosy room. There were books scattered all over it. 

And on the king-sized bed, he saw Y/N, huddled under her fleece blanket. She looked terrible, but that thought never crossed his mind. She was the most beautiful creature in the world.

-Hey, doll. How you doing?

Silence. She opened her eye.

Bucky came u to her bed and sat on the edge. He ran his flesh fingers through her hair.

- Can I lie here with you? - he asked.

She nodded. He half-sat against the headboard. She rolled over and rested her head in the crook of his neck. God, he smelled amazing. He wrapped his right arm around her, pulling her even closer. He traced her jaw with his metal hand. She loved it. 

- I`m so sorry, doll. I know I`ve been awful to you and I apologize. Truth is, I like you, Y/N. And I`m here for you. I know it can be rough. Trust me, I`ve been there. It`s gonna get better, love. Just give it time. Remember, I`m here to support you. Take all the time you need. I`ll be here. 

She hugged him tighter, tears in her eyes.

He wanted to tell her so much more. He couldn`t find the right words to express his feelings. Or maybe he could. He gathered courage and said:

- I love you, Y/N.

- Bucky... - she whispered against his neck. For the first time in weeks, she felt more or less fine. She knew she would be ok in the end. She would be with Bucky. Her Bucky.

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barns x reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #fluff #bucky fluff #fanfic #bucky fanfic #bucky fandom #james barnes #buck

[transition-of-lanabean]

Hey there, it’s been a couple weeks. Or more. I’ve lost track, haha.

 Soooo how’s everybody? I hope you are all doing well. My last few weeks have been pretty uneventful for myself, but not so much for a friend.

 As far as me, I’m doing what I need to transition wise. So far in the last month since scheduling my GRS consult I have managed to save up over $700 for my target of $8000-$10000. I have zero faith I can do that every month, but so far I’m happy. I think once I reach around $5000 I”ll truly be happy with the progress, and if I can reach that by the end of the year I’ll be soooo relieved.

 The above photo of me is an up to date one, now with 19 months of laser to show for it, and even shortly after I played with the brows a bit, but not overly so. I’ve trimmed a bit and shortened it significantly. Small steps. I’ve had great progress on the upper lip the last month with laser and I’m thrilled. I finally started tugging at a few of the hairs and they came out painlessly, not to regrow (so far), so it’s even better than I originally thought. My next appointment on March 23rd is the final appointment on just my face, and my main concentration will be... down there. We’re going to talk about what’s going to happen at that appointment and the following one, I’m assuming around April 7th, will include the genital area. Not looking forward to that. But I’m excited. I have no clue.

 I have an appointment in Seattle to get my hormone levels checked. I had my blood drawn today and my appointment is next Friday, so there is that. I’m going to talk with her about a good cream to help with numbing the area down below as I’m told it is quite painful. I’ve even been advised to take a couple ibuprofen prior to coming in for my appointments. Time will tell there.

 Other than that... just a picture of weather this morning, post snow flurry last night. Not much to speak of, but it sure left the roads icy. Things improved greatly tonight, but there’s talk of more snow tomorrow afternoon. We’ll see if our weather liars are accurate. Plus PUPPPPY! Never a bad time for a cute puppy photo!

 Now for the sad news that’s yet to be determined how bad. My bible study friend, who is in his 60′s, started having issues a month or so ago, maybe a bit more. I was noticing it a bit myself - he was basically reading parts of verses wrong, had trouble with pronunciation and couldn’t memorize scripture (which he’s usually amazing at). I thought hard at the last session we had if something was going on, but I held my tongue and figured his family would ask very quickly too.

 Late the next week, a couple days before our next session, he texted me and said that he had to cancel our session because he had to go to the doctor. I had a feeling what it was about, but decided to respond that it was just fine and hoped his appointment went well.

 I found out a couple days after his appointment from him via another text that they found out he had a brain tumor of some kind. They weren’t sure what it was, only that it was pretty big and they had to get him in for surgery, and fast. He was in for surgery within a week of them finding it. 2 weeks ago they find the tumor, had the surgery a week ago today.

 He’s recovering well, and despite the tumor being connected to his cognitive functions/speech part of his brain, they removed what they could, and he’s recovering nicely. They have yet to receive the biopsy results, so whether it’s cancerous or not is to be determined, and hopefully within a few days from now they’ll get word. Right now he’s doing great, even better than he was shortly before surgery when his issues were obvious. His family is anxiously awaiting those results.  

 So that about wraps up my life the last few weeks, both the good and bad. I’ve been praying a lot for my friend and his family and haven’t been concentrating on too much else right now. It makes my issues look like nothing and puts things in perspective for sure.

 I do hope you have all had a nice last few weeks.

 - Lana

#transgender #transwoman #girlslikeus #transisbeautiful #life #HRT #transition #doctors #friends #praying #tumor #thankful #laser

[bestdjkit]

CHOMPPA on New Music and All-Original Audiovisual Set Ahead of SummerEyes Festival [Q&A]

After cancelled appearances at Shambhala and Lollapalooza, the new Deadbeats artist has found a silver lining in SummerEyes.

The start of the new year brought a veil of promise and potential for many, but few artists were looking to ride the high of a new decade more so than DC nativeCHOMPPA.

With a Deadbeats EP planned for this summer, which helped him land bookings at Shambhala and Summer Camp, 2020 was looking like the year the young bass producer was to make a name for his project. Already touted highly by his artist companions as well as those from Zeds Dead’s flagship label, his rise seemed all but inevitable.

While pandemic-related hardships have derailed those plans, it’s not the first time the producer has pivoted his career in a new direction. When he was 16, around the time he began taking music production seriously, he became inspired by progressive house acts like Hardwell and Afrojack before eventually diving into future bass production as Midas. Burnt out with the direction of his original project, he realigned his style and emerged with a new name, CHOMPPA, a bass project that would give him a creative breath of fresh air.

"'Subconscious' was the first bass music I ever worked on,” said CHOMPPA, who spoke with EDM.com ahead of his SummerEyes Festival performance this Friday, July 3rd. "This was in September of 2018. What’s crazy is the second track I started for CHOMPPA was 'Bloq', which just came out on my EP last month."

While shows may be off for time being, CHOMPPA is still looking to make waves by debuting new music and streams. As mentioned, he dropped his Flabbergast EP on Deadbeats in June and this weekend he’ll performing an all-original audiovisual set at SummerEyes alongside ill.Gates, Truth, Shlump, Esseks, Mersiv and Tripp St.

"Lots of incredibly talented artists in the mix, check them all out for sure,” said CHOMPPA. “I’m so happy with how the whole thing turned out. Can’t wait to premiere [this set] at SummerEyes!”

SummerEyes Digital Festival is a digital partnership between MP3DU Magazine and Unitea Music, hosted on EDM.com's Twitch channel. The event is raising money for Black Lives Matter, Campaign Zero, and Until Freedom.

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EDM.com: First off, thanks so much for taking the time here! 2020 was supposed to be a big year for you with several notable festival appearances and bookings lined up prior to COVID-19. Can you tell us about your pandemic experience and what you’ve been doing to stay productive musically?

CHOMPPA: Thanks for having me! When the pandemic first hit, I was super inspired to work on new music and got a few tunes started that I’m excited about. After a little while of being home, maintaining the same routine every day between classes and music got pretty mundane. I started to lose motivation.

Recently, I’ve been designating specific times to focus solely on music, which has been helping a lot. Another thing that keeps me productive is doing sessions for one specific purpose other than producing, purely sound design sessions for example. Those will usually either spark some new idea or leave me with a handful of sounds to use the next time I sit down to produce.

EDM.com: How far back does music production go for you?

CHOMPPA: I started producing in GarageBand when I was 13, but didn’t really do it as anything more than a hobby until I was about 16. The 2011-12 progressive house guys like Hardwell, Avicii, and Afrojack were who initially got me into production. I was making future bass for a while under the name Midas, but eventually that project started to get bland and lost its direction.

EDM.com: When did you first decide on the CHOMPPA project and direction?

CHOMPPA: "Subconscious" was the first bass music I ever worked on. This was in September of 2018. What’s crazy is the second track I started for CHOMPPA was “Bloq,” which just came out on my EP last month. The name and initial branding idea came together around the same time, toward the end of that year, but the brand image has been revised a few times since the beginning.

EDM.com: Was there a specific moment or breakthrough you had when you knew it had potential?

CHOMPPA: When Subcarbon said they would release my first attempt at bass music, I was shocked, but when Ganja White Night brought me out to play it at Camp Bisco, it was surreal. At that point I definitely had more confidence in the future of the project.

EDM.com: You’re performing at SummerEyes alongside a talented bunch of artists. Who are you most excited to see?

CHOMPPA: Excited to see Chee’s set, his music is insanely unique. Also looking forward to Tripp St., Smoakland, SuperAve., Kumarion, and Abelation a lot. The list goes on, this lineup is stacked.

EDM.com: Tell us about your set. What should fans expect?

CHOMPPA: It’s a 30-minute debut, custom audiovisual set. The visuals are based on the Flabbergast EP’s idea of the three different “characters” (sabertooth, flytrap, and chattering teeth) representing the three songs. Lots of incredibly talented artists in the mix, check them all out for sure. I’m so happy with how the whole thing turned out. Can’t wait to premiere it at SummerEyes!

EDM.com: Are you debuting any new music?

CHOMPPA: Yes! I have five new tunes in the set that I’m really excited for everyone to hear: a few new collabs with TVBOO, SuperAve., and Bawdy, plus a couple of originals as well.

EDM.com: What can fans expect from you going forward? Any releases coming soon?

CHOMPPA: Nothing’s set in stone at the moment, but I’ve been holding on to a lot of music for the last year or so. I am working on some new stuff that goes in a bit of a different direction than what I’ve released so far. I’m hoping to get a bunch of them out this year, but some may not see the light of day until 2021.

EDM.com: What are your thoughts on these livestreams and what they’ve done for the electronic music community?

CHOMPPA: I’ve loved attending them, and I’m looking forward to being a part of this one! Nothing beats a live show, but the alternatives so far on Twitch have exposed me to a lot of new artists I wouldn’t have normally seen. I think they’ve been great for the community, it’s a completely different experience watching the visuals up close instead of having them not as visible in a regular festival setting. The chat also adds to the allure of the digital world. These online festivals wouldn’t be the same without them. In all honesty, it seems like they are the new reality for the foreseeable future.

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from Best DJ Kit https://edm.com/interviews/chomppa-interview

[anoldmanonabike-blog]

Week 2 and 23 wks to C2C

Decided to count forwards as well as counting down to the big ride of 2018

So week 2 Monday I stood on the scales and I was not a happy man, 15 stone 8.4 pounds or 218.4 lbs or 99.kg

To put it bluntly a fat git so I've made a plan to eat no more than 2000 calories a day and to start getting more active.

Well it's now Sunday I've been using an app called noom too record my food and roughly work out the calories and I have managed to stay under the 2000 calorie limit. however today being Christmas eve there will be a certain amount of social eating going on over the next 7-8 days. so while I'm hoping I will have lost a little weight over the past week.... for the week ahead I will still try to monitor the calorie count but to be realistic I'll be happy to maintain the weight and if I do put on a pound or two that'll be fine too given there's an expectation of seasonal indulgence.

Activity - short answer is what fucking activity!

while I've not set foot in a gym or sat on bike yet.. i must admit I have made a concious effort to slightly up my activity levels this week by walking to the tramstop on a couple of days and on Friday walking a couple of extra stops before getting the tram home. Probably totaled an extra hour or so of activity over the course of a week. Not a lot but it was an hour more than nothing.

Activity for the coming week might be a bit sparce give the obligatory seasonal social interaction and the return to work on Wednesday. however I'll do what I can, even if it's just a brisk walk to and from the tramstop on the work days.. That ll = 6 × 12 minutes if I do it.. So not ban for the festive week eh...

That said I am going to start the getting fitter in Ernest from the following week (wk commencing 1st Jan 2018) the ideal is a minimum of 3 gym or swim sessions and 1 bike ride a week I'm not going to beat my self up if I don't manage it by the end on the first week of 2018 but it would be nice to have managed it by the end of January. ...and then continue it as a baseline level of activity from there...

Watch this space and here's hoping the fat bloke in the red suit brings you something nice.

#fitoverfifty #health & fitness #wellbeing

[athleisure-aesthetic]

Ugh I did the thing again where I was busy all week and forgot to post on here. So here’s a lightning fast recap of my workouts from the past week, if you care at all. I actually think I worked out (ish, except Friday kinda) every day which is a first in a while. Bless.

Tues Mar 21 Abs and shopping. I went home after work to get my car so that I could drive to trainings the next two days, but went out to Target as soon as I got home, cause duh. Stupid idea to try on like real clothes tho, my self-conscious ass was like ohhhhh no way you need to tighten up those saddle bags and that back fat before you get any of this. So. I got a crop sweatshirt and athletic leggings, felt bad about myself but hadn’t had dinner, so I went to Wawa. Woof.

3x each 15 reps straight leg raises 15 reps roll ups leaning camel x 45s bird dogs x 45s 60 reps heal touches plank 35s, 40s, 45s 10 reps assisted push up 40 reps russian twists 8# alternating superman 1 min 15 reps single leg pulses

Wed Mar 22 Run on the trail after this horrific training class in which I was literally the only student for an all day session. And I had to go back the next day 😩 went to Marshall’s before my run to see if I could find any cold weather gear bc I only had my sweatshirt, gloves, wool earwarmers, and thin leggings. Didn’t find any of that, but got those AMAZING NEON PINK LEGGINGS IN THAT ONE PICTURE and some other ones too. You know me, can’t stay away from that athleisure ish.

It was hella freezing and took me so long to warm up once I started on the trail. Fortunately it was so picturesque and my music was bangin so. I survived.

2.78 mi 9'55" min / mi

Thurs Mar 23 6 x 200m sprints on the trail. Bless up, convinced my instructor to finish early bc tbh he was not really all that helpful once I started following the book that was included, so I went to the mall and got some more athleisure (deh), cheap sunglasses, athletic ear warmers for $.50 each, a VERY cute lightweight rain jacket, and (!!!!!) these black leather slip-on sneakers I’ve been looking for for like 6 months. I just caved and got the name brand ones but stILl omg I’m so excited about them I finally found them.

Started the sprints in the cotton leggins I was wearing, then after like maybe 9 or 10 strides I was like oh FUCk no they suddenly lost all their elasticity and I was having to pull them up for my life. So after completely embarrassing myself hoisting those mothereffers up for my first sprint, I jumped in the car and changed into spandex pants, then zoomed back to the trail start and actually did my workout. Good thing my house is only 8 minutes away from that part of the trail.

I think I may have mis-read what my Nike app was telling me to do, but I’m pretty sure it said to do 6 x 200m sprints with 4:45 min in between. So that’s essentially what I did, I sprinted for the 200m and ran / jogged in between. Although the app only recorded the distance for the sprints, I wanna say I did a little more than the day before, since I went further on the trail. I hate that you can’t go back and check what it told you to do; you only see how you actually ran according to the app. Lame af. Though I was proud, I increased my sprint speed at almost every length except the 3rd.

0.77mi 6'59" min / mi (lol can’t believe I actually ran a mile faster than that at one point in my life holy shit)

Fri Mar 24 No real workout here, since I had to leave work early to take the train back to le Nova for Palooza. I scarfed down a Snap pizza (the classic spot) right before the show, and somehow stayed away from the dangers of late night college food. Though I did get all my steps in my showing one of our friends’ home friend around campus, and apparently that little tour counted for a nice brisk walk. Obvi the Snovas killed it, as a great opener for what my friends and I dubbed AcaWeekend. Saturday they’d be competing at ICCA regional semifinals #pitchperfect for the first time ever, which was so exciting. Palooza the day before was just their warmup, but fortunately we got to see two new songs from them. It kinda sucked for them though bc they went first out of the seven groups and the sound guys always need a few groups to warm up before they actually refine the balance, and they just sounded muddled. Womp. Oh well. Everyone knows they’re/we’re the best anyway. Proud alum.

Sat Mar 25 Run in the morning before the day’s festivities. This was a quick workout before most of the humans who stayed in my apartment became humans, a brief mile ish to the waterfront and back. I realized I’d been wearing a blueish shirt and black leggings in literally all of my pics lately so I spiced it up with these fun stripey ones. Lol.

We adventured to brunch, where I had a yummy spinach and goat cheese salad with fig dressing, and wandered around the city for the afternoon before we had to head to semis. I splurged on Hunger Burger at RTM because I told myself that this was my indulgence for the weekend, and I wasn’t going to be drinking anymore for the next few months (it’s not like I do it that often anyway, I just want to try it to see how it helps my training/weight loss, if at all), so I got a specialty thin mint shake. Woops. Honestly, it was so worth it though, and I didn’t even end up eating most of the fries anyway, so it wasn’t the worst I could’ve done.

At semis, there were literally so many good groups and we were all like oh shit how are they going to stack up?? But Snovas SLAYED even better than they did last time and ENDED UP IN THIRD PLACE WHICH IS THE CRAZIEST BEST HONOR WE’VE EVER GOTTEN AND IT’S JUST SO COOL!!!!! A cappella is the shit, guys, I swear. I’m so proud of those kiddos, and they get to submit a wildcard video for a chance at Finals in NYC which is like legitimately insane. They’re somewhere in the top 18-27 groups in the country right now, and coming from a school where we legit don’t have music majors and a joke of a music activities staff / support, this coulD NOT be cooler. They murdered it. And so did all the other groups at semis, like damn. We weren’t even sure anything was gonna happen for them, but they clearly did some things right. Ugh so obvi we celebrated when we got back to Philly, going to a few bars and ending up at Frankford, where we got some amazing soft pretzels and other snacks. Best day ever.

1.26 mi 9'21" min / mi

1.32 mi 10'03" min / mi

Sun Mar 26 Long ish run and relaxing. Got up and was worried about the weather forecast for Monday because I was supposed to be doing my long run for next week then, and it was going to be torrentially downpouring all day, so I was hoping to switch my days because the weather was decent enough that I could’ve done it on Sunday. But then I updated my app and A, it changed my schedule for this week anyway, and B, I remember I could’ve moved it anyway if I wanted to. So instead I went and did that 5K Sunday challenge thing that it introduced. And I ran back from there, so it actually was closer to the 5 miles I had wanted to do anyway. So ya.

I felt a little subconscious in these leggings because, though they are a spectacularly bright and amazing color, they also show my cellulite on the back of my legs… but I thought, fuck it, people will see me, and if they give me a look, I’ll just push harder and show them that cellulite means nothing if you’re fast and capable and strong. So. I used it to empower me, I guess.

Spent the rest of the day relaxing and watching ICCA videos, still hyped up on the Snovas victory. Legit it’s still coming to me in waves, it’s actually incredible.

3.11 mi 9'41" min / mi

1.53 mi 9'44" min /mi

Mon Mar 27 Full body circuit and a benchmark run. Work is starting to bore me so much lol on Monday I think I may have done approximately 2 work related things all day, otherwise I was just distracted. I decided to do a NTC workout and then my benchmark, so I chose Body Flexor 2.0, which worked a lot of different areas and was pretty fun. Then I ran on the treadmill for my benchmark for the first time, which was weird knowing my exact speed at certain times and being able to force myself to a certain pace. If I have to do it that way again, next time I’ll just cover the numbers and just focus on how it feels to push hard. The picture up there is me literally dying because of how sweaty I was. Plus fun leggings from Marshall’s.

1.54 mi 9'49" min / mi

Tues Mar 28 Abs / some arms, plus 20 minutes on the elliptical. I was an idiot today, and not only forgot a hair tie after my shower, but I left my phone at home, which I realized too late in the elevator on the way to work. Nice. So I had to go without both all day, though Kelly let me borrow a hair tie so I could work out thank GoD cause I was looking at using a legit rubber band, which would’ve been awful. The moves I chose for abs today ended up also working my arms a lot, which was nice to combo them. Because I didn’t have my phone, I just kind of had to make up my elliptical workout, which was meh but whatever. Next time I’ll be prepared. That’s definitely not my favorite type of cardio anyway.

Tonight I made these AMAZING baked zucchini fries, I probably could’ve eaten like 90 million in one sitting they were so crunchy and good. My sweet potato fries didn’t turn out so good (I actually burned the shit out of them, but I’m going to attempt to eat them tomorrow for lunch anyway 🙃) but I’m happy I’m trying new things in the kitchen, even if it’s taking me like 3 hours each time lolol.

I’m down a few pounds from last week, though, which is kind of nice! A little affirmation after working hard every day.

3x each 15 reps dumbbell side bends alt. sides 8# 15 reps twisting core stabilizers alt. sides 8# 15 reps bow extensions alt. sides 8# 15 reps woodchops 8# 10 reps windmills 5# 40 reps russian twists 8# 30 s plank 7 reps full extension inch worms 15 reps in-&-outs

Wooooof I’m going to try to post more often now that I’m all caught up. Lol it may last for a day but you know. #Goals.

#Nike Running #NIKE #nike running club #running #half marathon training #villanova #icca #a cappella #college a cappella #pitch perfect #nike run club #marchrunclub #fitness #fitspo #fitblr #fitness journey #runblr #motivation #body positive #athleisure #target #nike training club #ntc #marshall's #nutrition #cheat day #healthy #fitness goals #zucchini fries #athleisure aesthetic

[thebrentmillershow-blog]

Dancemix 1995

A huge source of fun for me since I was about 9 years old has been making mix-tapes.  Anyone that knew me through my Junior High school years knew this to be a huge part of my personality, being the guy who would bring his portable stereo to school to share his latest compilation.

At the time I affectionately referred to them as Millermixes, complete with hand-drawn album artwork and liner notes.  I’m pretty sure the first edition came out in 1993, a mix of dance, pop, rap and rock and I couldn’t have been more excited about it.  A large part of my inspiration at the time came from Much Music’s Dancemix albums which especially in the early 90s were always amazing.

There are few projects in my life that I have given as much critical thought as putting these awesome little mixtapes together. It was somewhere over the winter that I decided to re-stoke this old talent, starting my first Mixtape as an homage to 1995 (this was partly due to the fact that I always found MuchMusic’s Dance Mix 95 to be a little lacking, Whigfield aside.)

Is mine better?  I think so, but you be the judge. Read through the list and let me know which ones make you excited too. Do feel free to add any extra songs you think I might have forgotten!

Dancemix 1995

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6kS2YdEwL_p4bRDTyKm5J8DXsruPB7-h

1) RUNAWAY - Janet Jackson

Every good mix-tape starts with a slower groove to set the tone, this song felt like the perfect place to start. It was the new bonus track from Janet Jackson’s first greatest hits album Design of a Decade and was absolutely everywhere this year, radio and TV alike.  It gets your head grooving in a very 90s sort of way.

2) COME AND GET YOUR LOVE - Real McCoy

This was a cover version of a popular 70s song originally recorded by a super talented Native American rock band called Redbone.  This version unapologetically transforms it into gracious 90s dance iwth the addition of synth bass, chorus girls and a goateed euro-guy rapping in the verses.  It makes me feel like I’m on vacation.

3) FANTASTIC VOYAGE - Coolio

While Coolio is largely only remembered for Gangsta’s Paradise, this song released a year prior was just so much cooler. It is a sample from an early 80s song of the same name (check out the video, they have a choreographed dance and wear hats!) Coolio spits both some hard truths and some powerful messages of universal love in this song.  The video also features a pretty awesome looking beach party that spills out of his 1965 Chevy Impala (seriously, if Coolio invited me to his beach party, I would be honoured to arrive in his 1965 Chevy Impala!)

4) FANTASY - Mariah Carey

This song was so big that it never actually went away. It lives on in Las Vegas most nights of the year with girls and boys of every age singing along (although I have a feeling only the audience members in their 30s like me remember the rap in the middle by WuTang’s ODB.) It is also a sample of a song from the early 80s called Genius of Love recorded by members of The Talking Heads called Tom Tom Club. The original version actually originated the “What You Gonna Do When You Get Out Of Jail” line, way ahead of its time!  Mariah’s version blends Pop, Dance and Rap music in such a brilliant way that it literally changed the course of her career (seriously, you won’t find another Mariah single without a rapper on it after this hit!)

5) FAT BOY - Max-A Million

These are the same guys that brought you the remix of Sexual Healing, an awesome reggae-inspired dance group that literally came and went in the mid-90s.  I remember owning this CD and playing the heck out of both of these tracks.  I’m sure the rest of the album was pretty good too, but I never did give it a chance. I guess no one else did either. Awesome song!

6) STAYIN Alive - N-Trance

I feel like this song shows my age more than any other as if I was older at the time this came out I’m not sure it would have made the list.  "Get warm with the fever on the dance floor" sounds pretty cheesy to my ears now, but the memories it evokes are too big to deny.  Plus it is fun to respond to the call back in the middle of the song. “Everybody in the house let me hear you say ho ho ho….”

7) BOOM BOOM BOOM - Outhere Brothers

In the same somewhat-cheesy fashion of the previous song I couldn’t resist including this classic from the Outhere Brothers. Known for their incredibly offensive lyrics, it is best to play the edited version in front of your parents or risk feeling embarrassed forever.  I played a lot of basketball through the years the Outhere Brothers were popular, awesome pump-up music that gets you moving (again, the second a teach walked in, this song had to be stopped immediately.)

8) THE BOMB (THESE SOUNDS FALL INTO MY MIND) - The Bucketheads

So good!  This is the beginning of the “Classic House” section of my mix-tape. This song was also a bit ahead of its time with much of today’s dance music sounding quite similar (see This Girl, Kungs vs. Cookin.) It is impossible to stop your shoulders from moving when this groove hits you.  It is one of those songs I will still dance to in the nursing home and will embarrass the hell out of my grand-kids. Looking forward to it!

9) RELAX - Crystal Waters

In making these mix-tapes it helped me realize how much I absolutely adore Crystal Waters!  She is the same artist that brought you 100% Pure Love and is actually STILL making music! This song in particular has some amazing lyrics, gracious melody and such attention to detail that it is certainly worthy or re-listens. SIDENOTE: If you have time, do check out her remix of “The Price Is Right” theme song; It seems random at first yes, but SO good to my 90s ears.

10) TOO MANY FISH - Frankie Knuckles

I stayed on the “House” journey for a few songs including this somewhat obscure 90s classic. Likely you only remember if you went to raves in the 90s or watched Electric Circus on Friday nights (anyone young enough not to have seen EC on MuchMusic before needs to google it now!)  Also some great lyrics and advice in this song, deep for a dance song.

11) THINK OF YOU - Whigfield

While “Saturday Night” by Whigfield was one of the only good things about MuchMusic’s Dance Mix 95, I decided to go for one of the lesser hits for this mix instead. Think Of You was a super sweet single at the time and one that I personally like slightly better. Also slightly cringe-worthy lyrics if your parents were in the room. I’ll let you listen for further detail.

12) MELODY OF LOVE - Donna Summer

This was somewhat of a comeback song for Donna Summer. She is the disco queen of the late 70s and does a nice job of taking the unapologetically disco-pop melodies, strings and happy drumbeats to a 90s sound that could still be played on the radio today (this is almost the end of our house music session as I realize that it is time to change it up soon.)

13) ANOTHER NIGHT - Real Mccoy

At this point in the mix it is time to go big or go home. There was no bigger song than Another Night by Real Mccoy who were so good this year that I had to include two of their songs on this mix-tape.  The synth, the chorus, the cheesy/creepy rap in the verses, it is pure 90s perfection.

14) BE MY LOVER - LaBouche

This is the last song of the House-Dance section and caps it off nicely.  Similarly it also features sweet female vocalists through the chorus and a cheesy/creepy rap guy in the verses (normalizing the way for future cheesy/creepy rap guys like Pitbull to keep making appearances on otherwise timeless songs.) The seductive intro melody lures you into a trance that makes it all okay.

15) I WISH - Skee-Lo

The only way to end a good 90s mix-tape is with some funky Hip-Hop.  This song was so darned good that I really do think Skee-Lo deserved to have a second single. Alas, this is his only large contribution to the 90s, a mix of funk, comedy, rhyming and basketball rivaled only by the Fresh Prince himself. To this day, any time someone wishes themselves to be “a little bit taller”, the rest of the chorus will henceforth be echoed at the end of that statement.

16) FEEL ME FLOW - Naughty By Nature

Without looking up the release date of this song I would have thought it to be older, this one being a summer anthem that stuck around for many years after this. It vanished with the rest of the 90s (pretty sure DMX had something to do with it.) Either way, no one raps faster or better than Trech on a doorstep in this sweaty sun-inspired classic.

17) DOIN IT - LL Cool J

This is a fine way to end this mix-tape as this song slows it right down and drops the mic when its done. Another song to definitely not listen to with your parents in the room, even if they don’t understand the lyrics in the verse, they will certainly hear the lady moaning through the chorus.

*****

As an end-note to this adventure in music, I must look back at the way this music has made me feel like a pre-teen all over again. My references to my parents throughout this can’t be denied! Music is transformative and maybe that’s why our favourites will always be from our earlier memories. Anyway, this was fun!  

Hopefully it helped you remember a few of your favourites too. Let me know which ones you love that I left out.  Thanks for coming with me on my musical adventure!

#mixtape #dance mix #1995 #muchmusic #dance songs #favourites

[nicosroom]

Money Diaries, April 8-14

April 8: Brunch w/ LL- $27.19. I have a terrible weakness for $9-13 cocktails most days, and I've never met a blood orange mimosa that I didn't love. Boozy brunches aren't usually my thing, since I have spent years working away my Sundays to prep for the week. I've done them a little more on the past year as I've been able to shift my work into a more regulated Monday through Friday pattern, but i still hold back most of the time because I realize that when you're trying to balance a social life with a money mindful life, skipping the booze at brunch is an easy way to keep the bill under $20 instead of landing somewhere closer to $30. But on a sunny spring day, when you're finally able to schedule something with a friend you haven't seen in 6 months, it's cause for celebrating.

April 9: Gas and Electric, billing cycle Feb. 16-March 15 - $75.10; Laundry, one load of sheets & towels - $2.75

April 10: Happy Hour - $8.50. My writing buddy & I met at a local brewery for our weekly writing session. They serve coffee & it's pretty empty throughout the day, so it's a surprisingly great place for productivity. On my part, the car is still out & this is about a 20 minute walk for me. I opted out of coffee for the first few hours & then ordered a mint julep ale they are brewing for the Kentucky Derby. And for that price, it came with a souvenir glass! Long term, I probably need to dial back my spending on drinking out. But this price isn't much different from what I might spend on drink & a pastry had we gone to the coffee shop. It's an important face to face social interaction for someone working from home, so I definitely think this expense falls under the "worth it" label.

April 11: Cell phone bill, $60; Dental x-ray bill (my insurance covered the whole cleaning, but only a portion of the x-rays) - $98.00; and, finally: total for the repair to the fuel pump on my car - $627.77

I picked the car up right around lunch time & just in time to drive it to the airport to park it for a few days. Although I tend to associate the airport with Starbucks, this time I refrained. I added $10 to my Metro card when I got to DC. I loved flying into Reagan airport, hopping on the Blue Line & heading toward Georgetown to see my boo, Simba 😉

Kidding. I'm here to spend an extended weekend with Billy 😍, who met me at the metro station & treated us to dinner--my first trip to Shake Shack.

April 12: Baseball game hot dog - $9. We planned my visit to DC this week/end around a Washington Nationals game that Billy got free tickets for. I spent the day at his apartment reading/writing for my dissertation & playing with Simba before heading over to City Center, where we had dessert & happy hour drinks & snacks at Momofoku & Milkbar. Then we got on the metro over to the stadium. I was suppose to buy the baseball game dogs, but we were interested in hot dogs from two different locations. Billy got a Ben's Chili Dog, recommended to him by some people he knows here, and to save time, I headed to the other stand to get a banh mi hot dog, which I thought I could get through without one of the marked up drinks. I was grateful when we met back at the eating area, where we joined Billy's brother & nephew. He had bought beers for the two of them & he'd gotten a water for me, even though I had told him I didn't need anything. Between the diced jalepenos, Sriracha, & spicy mayo on the hot dog, I desperately needed the water after all.

April 13: Trader Joe's/groceries - $17.14. With temps in the 80s, I thought this would be the best day of my trip to head to the National Zoo. Our main objective was to see the pandas & I also thought bringing a picnic for a late lunch would be nice. Since Billy was in class all day, I put myself in charge of acquiring the picnic food. After a little research, I found it'd probably cost me about $10-12 a sandwich to get them at a deli, with chips, drinks, and other snacks certainly being extra. Instead, I headed to Trader Joe's for picnic supplies. I also grabbed eggs since we ate all Billy's during our breakfasts Thursday & Friday. Using hummus & cherry jalepeno jam Billy already had here, I put together two pretty delightful turkey & cheese sandwiches, as well as cut up an apple & peeled an orange (he already had them), which I served along with salt & pepper potato chips and a liter of cranberry clementine sparkling water. I picked up a few postcards of the pandas to send - $3.

April 14: Billy took me to Virginia! We visited Mount Vernon, ate Korean food in Annendale, and walked around at Arlington National Cemetery for nearly 9 miles logged in Fitbit. I'm very grateful that Billy is both adventurous and very generous 🙏🏼

Weekly total: $938.45

#money diaries #money #money mindfulness #april #bills #beer #car trouble #travel #baseball

[stormyrecords-blog]

new arrivals 1-12-18

stormy records13306 michigan avedearborn, mi 48126 313-581-9322 week number two of the new year finds us with a rare 50 degree day!! a little thaw in the midst of winter can be so good for everyone's mood and mind set. get out and walk your dog, visit some fun places, and let your body move again before the next wave of cold and snow returns. you deserve a day to feel good!! and while you are having a 24 hour reset on life, check out this list of new records and cds coming in this week. besides great new recordings, we also have some beautiful newly arrived used jazz and soul records. we're open regular hours, and we're always happy to see your smiling face! INSTORE PERFORMANCE!!saturday jan 27th the city of dearborn is hosting a whole slew of live music, and the Stormy Records performance is going to beERIK MALUCHNIK6pm free, all agesbeautiful soundscape ambient music made with guitars and synthesizerserik has been working on a large body of new pieces lately, and has agreed to grace us with some advance listens into those compositions - we're really excited!! our mark down new lp section has been updated - most titles are 1/3 or less than their original prices. lots of drag city titles, thrill jockey, warp. we need ot move these records on out to make room for other records deserving of shelf space. these are good titles by good people and i'm sure you;ll find a few in there to make you happy. in on friday New Detroit Based dance music!!we have the brand new 12" single from YAKTEQ entitled El Coyote for only $7.99. Side one is more of a shimmering techno melodic number, and side 2 has some seriously heavy bass grooves. a great addition to your dance collection! Cluster & Eno: s/t LP $26.992018 repress of Bureau B's 2009 reissue. LP version. Originally recorded and released in 1977 on Sky Records, the first collaborative album by Brian Eno and Cluster was the first ambient record produced in Germany, and is considered the seminal, defining work of the genre. Brian Eno was certainly instrumental in creating and popularizing the concept of "ambient music" -- but it was not his invention alone. The German musicians Hans-Joachim Roedelius and Dieter Moebius (Cluster) were brothers in spirit. As so often in music, the idea of ambient was in the air -- both Eno and Cluster experimenting with the form in the 1970s, rendering any debate as to who influenced who redundant. What is certain, is that Brian Eno attended a Cluster concert in Hamburg in 1975, strategically positioning himself in the front row. Sure enough, he was invited on stage to jam with the band and, after the show, the participants arranged to meet up again. They did so two years later at the Old Weserhof in Forst, the domicile of the German duo. Eno and Cluster spent three weeks in Conny Plank's studio, resulting in two albums: Cluster & Eno and After The Heat (1978). In the liner notes, Asmus Tietchens (who also plays on the record along with Can's Holger Czukay) writes: "Clearly, all three musicians inspired each other during their three weeks together without any clash of personalities. Nevertheless, some tracks sound more like Cluster, some more like Eno. So it made perfect sense to collect the tracks with a Cluster flavor on Cluster & Eno." The importance of this record can never be overstated, nor can its elegance of diverse forms be matched. From Indian sitar and tamboura, to synth warbles and airy tributes to Western groove, it is a rare glimpse at what happens when masters meet. Kalma, Ariel: Osmose LP $26.99Born and raised in Paris, Ariel Kalma studied electronics, computer science, music and art in Paris, he performed with several bands, then toured the world and visited Europe, Japan, India, Eastern Canada, and parts of the USA. Apart from rhythm & blues, pop and jazz, he acquired assorted experiences in Middle Age French, electro-acoustic, and modal music. All the travels broadened Ariel's musical horizons tremendously; listening to and playing with different styles, people, and instruments, intricate scales, techniques, timing and rhythms. After learning circular breathing from a snake charmer in India, Ariel practiced it on soprano sax (for many sleepless nights) in the basement of a cathedral in New York, when he was not playing upstairs on the large harmonium. Returning to France in late '76, Ariel could include those endless notes into his own long-delay-effect system with which he toured, playing solo concerts. Ariel contributed to the birth of (then) new music genres: minimalist, space, ambient, new age, and electronic. In 1977, Paris, Ariel Kalma was preparing an album of new music. Through an INA connection, Ariel was recommended to Richard Tinti, who had just come back from Borneo (Papua New Guinea) with hours of rainforest ambiences in high quality recordings (on a Nagra recorder). To their amazement, birds and keyboards, flutes and crickets, saxophones and frogs, war drums and (very vintage) drum machines had much in common in terms of pitch, rhythms, effects (i.e. crickets and fast flanged synthesizer). Ariel decided to blend his new compositions with the rainforest atmosphere, and thus Osmose was created. KALMA, ARIELFrench Archives 1977-80 4LP BOX  $89.99Another indispensable compendium of the great French experimental artist's musical opera. With this four-LP box set of fully unreleased archival materials, Ariel Kalma ideally retraces the map of his own path and spiritual journey during the '70s. Some of music contained in Sarasvati Planet Ariel, Planet Air, Ascend Descend, and Astral Cathedral are born as sound environments for group therapy sessions that carrying healing, trance, and relaxation. The occult and arcane music of Kalma awakens consciousness, expands chakras, sculpts memory indelibly, appears to encompass all the emotional aspects of the universe, and brings its listeners back to the archetypal moments of creation. What is most impressive is the variety of atmospheric stimuli, the rich source of inspiration and compositional mastery. The solemn, triumphal and liturgical, meditative and ascending tone of celestial chapel organs and harmonium, the darkness of Farfisa and Yamaha PS-30 lunar and spectral sequences, the exotic oriental breath of circular dances transfigured and dissolving by the specular shapes of the Wasp Synth... everything converges to the purity abyssal of eternity sound. The melodic and harmonic phrases of sax always reveal a deep song, while the solar blow of flute gives elegiac moments of Debussyian flavor as bucolic recalls of fauns from Eden's lost. Listeners will be struck by equinoxial and solstitial lights, in perfect balance between flares and shadows, nature and galactic procession. Kalma's sensitive ear is expressionist, almost a possible scenario for astral architectural utopias of visionaries such as Hablik, Taut, Steiner, or Poelzig; it absorbs and re-reads in a personal way some insights of the cosmic psychedelia of the early '70s such as K. Schulze, Heldon, Tangerine Dream, Popol Vuh. The music is fully unreleased, with only a few tracks being different versions of previously released tracks. LAVICE & COMPANYTwo Sisters From Bag: S/T CD $15.99Two Sisters From Bag: S/T LP $29.99Known in the record-collecting world as an incredibly rare album with just a handful of known copies, Jazzman Records present for the first time the full-length album reissue of the Two Sisters From Bagdad album as performed by LaVice & Co.. Originally intended to be sold alongside performances of LaVice Hendrick's ambitious but ill-fated musical theater production, the album's scarcity was swiftly ensured as Two Sisters From Bagdad ran for just two weeks at Detroit's Bethel A.M.E. church amid poor attendances due to scant promotion. With only a handful of copies sold in that brief window, many of the remaining copies were subsequently destroyed in a basement flood, meaning that until now few people have ever heard the album in its entirety. A varied set of jazz and gospel infused funky soul, Two Sisters From Bagdad was composed and orchestrated by two precocious young talents, E.J. Garrison and Rhodia McAdoo. It's an album full of surprises, and is notorious for the heavy funk workout Though's Were The Days. Not only have Jazzman Records unearthed and faithfully reissued this true obscurity as the 26th part of their ongoing "Holy Grail" series, but through interviews with Garrison and McAdoo themselves, they have uncovered the beguiling back story to the music, the play and the life and times of its original creator, the late LaVice Hendricks. As always the detail is revealed for the first time in Jazzman Records' extensive new sleeve notes. BROKEN ENGLISH CLUB/CLAUS FUSSCitrinitas Edition 12"  $15.99London based electronic music label Khemia Records announces its seventh split release vinyl EP. The third edition of the Magnum Opus Series features "Thee Art Ov Metals", a raw, menacing, post-punk inflected cut, drenched in reverb over an insistent ebm groove from Broken English Club alongside the pristine cardio bleeps and rave hypnosis of Claus Fuss's "Static Ace". Together they form the Citrinitas Edition. Clear limited edition vinyl. Prurient: Rainbow Mirror 4CD $23.99"On Rainbow Mirror, the latest work from renowned noise-music artist Prurient, fifteen new time-stretching tracks explore the more glacial and meditative side of Dominick Fernow's noise and power electronics with a total running time of almost three-and-a-half hours. Not necessarily the direct follow-up to the Frozen Niagara Falls album, this second conspiracy between the label and the band stands as another singular landmark among the vast repertoire Fernow has amassed. While familiar moments from that recent album can be found within, this ambient noise marathon also conjures the atmosphere of Fernow's old-school noise histrionics, while bringing in introspective new observations. This intense, unforgiving, trance-inducing aura is presented through waves of time-stretching electronics, layered counterpoint feedback, loops, and extended droning pulsating synth passages." TRINOSOPHES UPCOMING EVENTS AT TRINOSOPHES Friday, Jan.  12: Lime Rickey International, Matthew Smith (solo) Lime Rickey International  is born of noise and nation. Using voice, live processing and fictional folk dances - Lime's performances are built with political and cultural confusions. She is the alter-consciousness of dancer/artist  Leyya Mona Tawil, who has done extensive dance work with improvisors- especially locally with violinist Mike Khoury. Matthew Smith's i nstruments are combined in real time with subtle shifts of ambience- slithering toward prog rock freak zones.  Solo improvisations from the guitarist of Outrageous Cherry who doubles on trumpet with Chatoyant and THTX, and plays synth with Crime and the City Solution.   Doors at 9pm; $7. Sunday, Jan. 21:  Growing Pains,  Mike Donovan (Sic Alps), The Funs, Nathan Franco Detroit's Growing Pains play catchy, self-depricating garage pop that's crafted with the same romantic anxiety as early Buzzcocks or The Modern Lovers- as indicated by their record title,  17 Songs About the Same Girl-   and a vocal delivery reminiscent of the non-chalant, better side of David Lowery.   Mike Donovan's old group Sic Alps always had an undercurrent of roots Americana beneath their "lost band of the 60's" vibe and odd explorations. As a solo artist, Donovan has flipped the script, leaning heavily into acoustic sounds, telecasters and the overlap of early country and early rock-  with enough swagger to make it legit. If you feel like you'll miss the rock  abandon of Sic Alps, don't worry, Donovan is bringing his friends The Funs from Chicago and their mixture of garage and psych will make you feel like you got the full  experience . Rounding out the show is the whimsical, bedroom-pop project of Detroit's Nathan Franco.  Doors at 8 pm; $8. COMING SOON 2/25   Adam O' Farrill  and Marcus Elliot 3/15 Desertion Trio,  Mars Williams (US), Tollef Østvang  (NO) 3/29: Ben Bennet/Michael Foster Duo, GRID 4/18: Rempis/Ochs RELATED Spectrum 2 (Shelton/Peterson) Winter Jaunt Skeeter Shelton- saxophone, winds+ Joel Peterson- double-bass, strings Tour Dates 1/23:Nashville,Tennessee (venue TBA) 1/24: Barking Legs Theater- Chattanooga Tennessee 1/25: Louisville, KY (venue TBA) 1/27: Vanderelli Room- Columbus, Ohio 1/28: Robinwood Concerthouse, Toledo, OH