#mason shaw imagine

[wildrangers]

The Bear Dilemma // Mason Shaw

Word Count: 3K

Summary: After receiving a job offer you couldn't refuse, you join your brother Connor Dewar in St. Paul, only to meet your shared roommate, Mason Shaw, who complicates matters.

Warnings: Cursing, resolved angst (shocking), fade to black implied smut

 “Look, I know you’re anxious but don’t worry—I made sure everyone knows you prefer to go by Baby Bear” Connor smirked, taking in your nervously tapping legs in his passenger seat.

“Con, you’re the worst but I know you didn’t do that” you replied, glaring up at him.

“How?”

“Because if any of the guys call me by that nickname, you’re going to be in a jealous snit.”

“Would not” he retorted, frowning at you. “But I achieved my goal anyway.”

“What goal?” you huffed in annoyance.

“You stopped fidgeting so damn much.”

You didn’t have anything to respond with other than to lightly squeeze his shoulder in thanks. You were anxious but definitely not about his hockey pals—you couldn’t care less about them. This was your first time living outside of The Pas and you were worried about how you’d adjust to living in a city. Connor’s house, really his teammate’s who he was renting from, was closer to the suburbs but would still be much busier than you were used to.

“Jesus, you weren’t kidding about having the cavalry over” you mumbled, taking in the nearly half dozen guys waiting on the front lawn of the house Connor parked in front of.

You got out of the car and Connor quickly made introductions: Matt, Brandon, Marco, and Brock were kindly helping you out.

“Thank you guys so much, the truck should be here in…” you trailed off, pulling out your phone to check the time “10 minutes max.”

Everyone quickly brushed off your thanks, returning to talking amongst themselves as you rolled your suitcase into the house. Connor mentioned you’d have a bedroom on the second floor, so you strolled down the long hallway off the staircase, poking your head into each room you passed to get a lay of the land and find the spare room.

There were two more doors left, directly across from each other, so you decided to try the one on the right, pushing the door open only to be greeted by surprise-widened blue eyes.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry! I didn’t think anyone else was here” you exclaimed, embarrassment flooding your body as you went to close the door again.

“No, no it’s okay, you just surprised me that’s all” the boy replied, a crooked smile on his face. “I’m Mason, you must be Y/N.”

“I am, I totally spaced about you being here over the summer too. Con mentioned it but it’s been such a hectic few days” you explained. 

“No worries, seriously” he insisted, standing up to greet you at his door. “I’m guessing you’re looking for your room? You weren’t too far off.”

You followed the direction of his head tilt towards the door across the hall. “I was so close to not having done that” you joked and he chuckled.

“Here, let me grab your suitcase. I can’t help with the boxes but I can at least take that off your hands” he insisted, his hand lightly brushing yours as he took the handle from your grasp. You did your best to ignore how the faint touch made your toes curl in your sneakers—what had happened to not caring about his hockey friends?

“Thanks, I appreciate it” you replied, following him into what would be your room for at least the next few months. “Connor mentioned you were rehabbing some kind of injury?”

“Yeah, ACL” he replied, and you noted the frustration that crossed his face. “Fourth time.”

“No shit” you answered, genuinely shocked. “Same knee?”

He briefly went over his injury history and your heart broke for him—Connor had shared how one of his teammates was having a rough time with a repeat injury but you hadn’t realized it was Mason.

“I’m so sorry, Mason, that’s awful” you replied, squeezing his arm gently. You froze there realizing what you’d done. You were a very touchy person just not usually with total strangers—but something about him reminded you of home.

“Trucks here, sis!” Connor’s voice called from downstairs and you quickly removed your hand from Mason’s arm.

“Let me know if I can help with any of your lighter stuff” Mason offered, squeezing your shoulders before returning to his own room.

***

Mason was standing in the kitchen trying to figure out what to make for dinner when he heard your key turning in the front door. He poked his head out into the hallway, “How was your first day?”

Your eyes rose to meet his and you beamed, making his stomach swoop in a way he’d been slowly adjusting to over the month or so you’d been here. “Really good actually. The commute’s not bad and everyone was so nice.”

“Awesome, I’m glad to hear it” he replied, watching as you slipped your shoes off and tucked them onto the rack you’d added to the doorway. “Want to order something in to celebrate? My treat.”

“Really? That’s so sweet, thank you” you smiled making your way to him and wrapping him in a too quick embrace. “Where’s Connor?”

“He’s over at Jenna’s tonight, so it’s just us” he replied before quickly adding, “If that’s okay?”

You chuckled, bumping your shoulder into his, “Of course it’s okay, silly. Let me go change and then we can figure out where to get food.”

A few hours later, dinner had been eaten and your legs were thrown across his lap as you watched a movie. You’d insisted on something scary, which he didn’t love, but it was your night so he was braving it.

“Mase, you hate this” you pointed out and he shrugged.

“I don’t like it but you want to watch it.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d be this stressed” you laughed lightly, reaching over to rub the tension he didn’t realize he was holding from his shoulders. “Let’s find something else.”

Mason glanced at his phone, hoping to hide some of the redness he felt flooding his face. “It’s a little after 9, don’t you have to head to bed soon?”

You sighed in response shifting so you could sit up fully and tuck your feet beneath you. “Well, aren’t you observant” you teased lightly and he gave up hiding his blush.

“Not much else to do when I’m home so much” he mumbled sadly.

“Hey, your rehab is going so well” you responded, your nimble fingers moving to the back of his neck.

“I know but it’s such a slow process and if I’m not there, I’m basically just here.”

“You do stuff with the guys.”

“I guess” he sighed before jumping when he felt you pinch his ear lobe. “Ouch, what was that for?!”

“For being a mope, Mr. Shaw.”

He opened his mouth to respond but you quickly continued, “I get it, at least as much as I can. It’s a shitty injury to come back from and you’ve already had to do this a bunch of times. But you’re making progress, the guys are there if you want them, and I am too. So, keep your head up, okay?”

Mason stared at you in wonder—how did you know exactly what to say? Without allowing himself to overthink it, he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your mouth. He pulled away to make sure he hadn’t overstepped but you quickly roped your hands through his hair, pulling him back in. He tenderly cupped your face, brushing his thumbs over the soft skin of your cheekbones. Your tongue shyly brushed against his mouth just as you both heard the front door creak open, making you jump apart.

Connor rounded the corner, “Hey bear, how’d your first day go?”

“Pretty good! It was busy though; I was just about to make my way into bed to unwind. Mason was nice enough to treat for dinner since you weren’t here.”

“It was no trouble” Mason replied, desperately hoping he appeared as calm as you somehow did as you made your way to the staircase.

“Thanks man, you’re the best. Sleep well, sis!” he called after you.

***

Your heart rate slowly returned to normal as you finished your skincare routine. You’d heard Mason pad down the hall to his room and you were gathering the courage to knock on his door. Just as you raised your fist, his door swung open, causing you both to jump.

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me” he breathed out as you clutched your chest.

“Fuck, sorry I was just about to knock.”

“I was going to see if you were still awake” he admitted, his cheeks reddening in that way that made your heart soar. He opened his door wider in invitation and you sat on the edge of his bed. A somewhat awkward silence fell as you debated what to say.

“I’m sorry” he offered and your head whipped up.

“For what?”

“If I made you uncomfortable—”

You quickly pulled him down onto the bed with you, cupping his face in your hands. “If I was uncomfortable, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

“I mean, I guess but I—”

You rolled your eyes before kissing him softly. You were relieved when his hands settled on your hips, gently urging you closer to him. Safely behind his closed door, you were able to deepen the kiss how you’d wanted to in the living room. Because you weren’t uncomfortable, you were thrilled that he felt how you did.  You broke apart for air and his blue eyes met your own.

“You’re right, I should definitely talk less” he joked and you giggled, briefly ducking into the crook of his neck. “What do we do about Connor?”

“I don’t think we say anything for now, right? I mean, we don’t even know what this is” you reasoned and he nodded as your eyes met again.

“But I know what I want it to be” he whispered and traced the shape of your lips with a gentle thumb.

“Oh yeah?” you replied lightly, desperately hoping your voice was steady despite your racing pulse.

“Yeah” he smiled gently, not breaking eye contact. “I want anything and everything you’ll give me, bear.”

And that was all you needed to hear to pull him to you again.   

***

The season was in full swing and Mason attended most home games to watch from the press box while staying back to focus on rehabbing when they travelled. This schedule had left Mason and you alone for nearly a week as the team was on a roadie. Mason loved these times with you—he didn’t have to worry about keeping things out of Connor’s sight. Part of him felt guilty for hiding such a big event from his friend but he wanted to respect your wishes.  

At the moment, though, Connor was the farthest thing from his mind. It was a late Friday night and you were curled into his side on the couch, buried beneath blankets and surrounded by your favorite tealight candles following an at home dinner date.

“Do we think it’s ice cream time?” you asked, making him grin—that was your way of requesting he get up and grab some.

He jokingly pulled out his phone as if to check the time and you giggled, lightly pushing his shoulder. "Yeah, it's close enough,” he answered turning your giggle into a belly laugh that made his heart burst; he couldn’t get over how making you happy brought him such joy.

He untangled himself from your blanket cocoon, leaning down to place a kiss to your forehead before padding to the kitchen. He contemplated the freezer’s contents. “Hey bear! Do you want chocolate or cookie dough?” he called, only to be met with silence.

He waited a minute before closing the freezer and making his way back to the living room with a furrowed brow. “Bear, did you—” he began but cut himself off as he saw Connor standing next to you on the couch, confusion and hurt on his face.

“What was that you were saying, sis? That you two were just casually hanging out and I was reading into things?” Connor questioned, turning his attention to your wide eyes.

“Con, just let me—”

“No, you just lied to my face!” he argued, voice rising.

“Hey man, don’t talk to her that way” Mason stepped in, hoping to calm things down but only causing the opposite as Connor’s reddened face turned to glare at him.

“And you! I thought we were friends and this whole time you’ve been sneaking behind my back!”

“Connor, we’re adults, we’re allowed to date each other” you replied, your anger rising to meet your brother’s.

“Obviously! But to lie and hide it from me? That’s intentional and a shitty thing to do.”

“We don’t owe you an explanation!” you retorted standing up to better meet Connor’s glare.

“Would both of you take a step back? This isn’t helping anything” Mason tried, only for both of you to yell, “Stay out of it!”

“Hey!” Mason called and his raised voice seemed to shock you both into temporary silence. “I’m not staying out of it, the two of you are acting like children and I’m literally dating Y/N—this conversation involves all of us.”

“I can’t even look at you guys right now” Connor responded, storming away to his room. He returned moments later with a freshly packed bag. “I’m going to Jenna’s for tonight.”

And with that, it was just Mason and you again. A long silence filled the space between you.

“Mase, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that” you offered, your hand reaching for his. He gave it a squeeze before placing a kiss to your palm.

“I know, you two were just in bickering siblings mode. But did you want chocolate or cookie dough? I think ice cream will help us figure this out.”

***

Your leg was tapping a mile a minute as you waited for Connor to get home. You’d texted him the next morning and he’d replied rather quickly. Mason was with his trainers but you wanted to talk to your brother alone first—as much as Mason was involved, you wanted to sort things out between yourselves first to preserve the guy’s friendship. It had been your call to hide this from Connor, after all.  

The door opened and a sheepish-looking Connor soon entered the living room.

“Hi” you greeted weakly and he nodded at you before sitting beside you on the couch.

The silence dragged on until Connor finally offered, “You were right.”

“I know I am, but what about?” you replied without thinking, earning a glare.

“I was jealous that he calls you bear” he said quietly and you quickly wrapped him in a hug.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, I’m sorry” you said, genuinely meaning it. “I’m not sorry that we kept it to ourselves while we figured it out but I am sorry for lying, especially last night. That was shitty of me, I just panicked.”

“I’m sorry I yelled at you” he replied and a more comfortable silence settled for a moment. “Honestly, if you’re going to end up with one of my teammates, Mason is the guy I’d pick.”

“Yeah?” you smiled and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, he’s a solid dude. When did this all start?”  

As you caught him up, time moved quickly and soon enough Mason was unlocking the front door. “Mase, we’re in here!” you called and his head nervously poked around the corner.

“Hey Dew” he greeted and you stood to give them their time. Before heading up to your room, you gave Mason a quick kiss on the cheek, whispering, “It’s okay, promise.”

***

“Are you sure this isn’t a terrible idea?” Mason asked again, making you roll your eyes.

“I’m positive” you responded, wrapping your arms around his middle and burying your face in chest. “Mini golf seems like the perfect way for you two to get competitive over nothing and erase whatever awkwardness is left.”

His laugh rumbled through his chest and you grinned. “You’re right, you’re right.”

“Duh” you replied and he lightly pushed you away. “Come on, let’s head out. Con is picking Jenna up right from practice before meeting us there.”

Several hours later, the four of you were wrapping up dinner with Connor and Mason still bickering about who played a better mini golf game. You and Jenna were basically ignoring them at this point, making plans for you to join her for a home game soon. As Jenna excused herself to use the restroom, you turned your attention to the bickering boys across the table.

Both guys’ cheeks were flushed, a dead giveaway that even though their tone was light they both cared way too much about a children’s game.

“Boys, I have an idea” you interrupted. “How about whoever brings up mini golf next has to pay for the meal? Will that get you two to talk about literally anything else?”

“Hey, this was your idea” Connor pointed out and Mason quickly jumped in. “Yeah, you literally told me a few hours ago this is what you wanted to happen.”

As Connor went to add to his friend’s point, you sighed but also felt your stomach settle. You could certainly handle them ganging up on you if it meant things were back to normal.

“Right, bear?” Connor asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“I stopped listening again and I’d say sorry but I’m not” you smirked and both guys scoffed.

“Well, we decided since mini golf was your plan to begin with, tonight’s your treat” Connor explained.

Before you could argue, Mason chimed in, “Thanks, bear!” which truly sealed your fate, tonight and beyond.

A/N: Special shout to my Shawzy anon who requsted this forever ago and was patient with me ☺️ It's different than my initial idea but I hope y'all enjoy it anyway! I'm always happy to hear any feedback 🫶🏻

(Also I fully stole the bear idea from The Bear, which you should watch okay bye)

#mason shaw #mason shaw imagine #mason shaw fic #mason shaw blurb #connor dewar #nhl fic #nhl imagine #minnesota wild #mason shaw x reader #mason shaw one shot #minnesota wild fic #minnesota wild one shot

[mirrorballshiningjustforyou]

can I get some Robin finney and Vance finding out their s/o is ticklish?

The Black Phone Boys x Ticklish Reader

Finney shaw/blake

Once finney finds out you're ticklish he'll tickle you all the time (when you're comfortable.)

He found out when you guys were at school, he wanted to put his arm around you but you moved so he touched your (tickle spot besides feet)

You started laughing and he continued to do it "on accident" on purpose

If you ask him why his answer will be simple "I just love to hear your laugh, (reader)

Robin arellano

Once robin finds our you're ticklish he'll start doing it more often but not as much as finney will

He will do it in public because he does not give a shit.

He found out when you guys were play fighting.

He hit you on the side and you laughed

He wasn't sure if you laughed because he hit you there or because it didn't hurt.

So he hit you there again and you laughed.

He kept doing it more often but in private

Vance Hopper

Vance found out when you were staying over at his house

You were both laying next to eachother and he moved his arm to move the blanket

He hit your rib and you laughed so he looked at you weird and hit you again harder

This time, you didn't laugh you just stared at him.

So he didn't do it anymore

#the black phone 2022 #the black phone #the grabber #tbp imagines #tbp x reader #tbp #brady hepner #miguel cazarez mora #mason thames #robin arellano #robin arellano x reader #pinball vance #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #finney blake x reader #finney x reader #finney shaw #finney blake #tbp finney

[deadghosy]

TBP BOYS DURING THANKSGIVING: MODERN AU (GN READER!)

(THEY ARE AGED UP TO 16!)

ROBIN ARELLANO

ROBIN: this mf came into your house for the food.(but to also see you) you would be mad that he was almost eating everything. You were hitting his arms while he moved away from you as he smirks at how you weren’t even hurting him. He will give you some of his food off his plate. This corny mf would wipe something off of the side of your face that had a crumb.

FINNEY BLAKE

FINNEY: he’s there to see you and make sure you were okay. You cooked some of his favorite food and he fell inlove with you again. Literally. He didn’t bring Gwen since she said she was going to her friend’s house for thanksgiving like Finn was. You fed Finn some food and he did the same for you while being flustered and shaking at how cute you looked.

VANCE HOPPER

VANCE: comes in your house yelling “HONEY IM HOMEE!!” 😒 THIS MF ONLY COMES IN YOUR HOUSE TO EAT YOUR FOOD AND SLEEP LIKE A GRANDPA- bro eats off your plate when you aren’t looking. Plus he can’t resist when you are such a house wife/husband/ partner material. After he is done eating, he lays his head on your lap and goes to sleep with you combing through his hair with your fingers.

BRUCE YAMADA

BRUCE: MALE WIFE NOW. This man is cooking for you. He’s literally making everything in one setting just for you. This man got up at like 9 AM just to make you the food. He just wants you to be happy and he is thankful for you and for you being in his life and coming into his life. Mans got a thankful card just to give to you when you are done eating. So when he gave it to you, he prepared himself for a big tackle hug, and it finally came to him when you finish reading the card.

BILLY SHOWALTER

BILLY: before you even know it, this mf had a PLAN 😭😭. He said he wanted to have a sleepover at your house but really he had a self alarm on his phone at 5 am so he can get everything perfect. This thanksgiving dinner was going to be amazing! he almost burnt down your kitchen….. BUT HE DID MAKE THE BEST MACARONI EVER! So when you figured out he almost burnt down your kitchen, you and him both were cooking the food and you both taste tested it to make sure it was good. At the end both of you ate good, and you both had an enjoyable moment where you were laughing at how billy almost burnt down your kitchen

GRIFFIN STAGG

GRIFFIN: he wants to cook for you just like Bruce. (Like father like son lol-) you were sleeping until 11 am since you started to smell the smell of food. And it actually smelled good. He made macaroni, ham, turkey, and corn bread. It was amazing and it made you full. Griffin was filled with pride and joy seeing you praise him unlike his mother did when he tried to cook for her when he was little. You and Griffin relaxed in silence until you both fell asleep.

*BOUNS* :

DONNA: is saying how she is thankful for you and her family. You and her watch random movies and cuddle together. You once made the cake this time and she fed it to you.

GWEN: immediately when you opened the door for her, she gave you a hug and a kiss to the cheek. She laughed at your flustered face. You both ate a lot and even took a nap after eating. Woke up at a random time at night and you both watched some nice comedy movies and even shows.

#black phone x reader #the black phone x reader #robin arellano x reader #finney x reader #bruce yamada #finney shaw #finney blake #miguel x reader #robin arellano #vance hopper x reader #short imagine #mason x reader #mason thames #brady #brady hepner #Jacob #miguel cazarez mora #tristan pravong #banks #thanksgiving #deadghosy #the black phone #vance the black phone #the black phone 2022 #short story #fluff #imainges #black writer #gn reader #bruce yamada x reader

[masonshaws]

boldyshawdewar sleepover……

#i imagine jake went home bc his house is across the street lmao #matt boldy #mason shaw #connor dewar #minnesota wild #mn wild #boldy #shawzy #dewar #wild #op

[sergioperez4life]

Can we all just appreciate Harry Kane for a moment he went up for TWO penalty do you know how much pressure that must be for him. All of them Loins did there best to get us into that semi final but it just didn’t work out in the end but the hate and awful comment they are getting is disgraceful nobody should be treated like that. It makes me very sad that that’s how people think of them I don’t even know how they can even call them self football fans after that.

This is our team and we should be proud. ♥️♥️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

#england national football team #football imagines #football #england nt #england #harry kane #mason mount #phil foden #marcus rashford #bukayo saka #raheem sterling #declan rice #jordan henderson #jude bellingham #harry maguire #luke shaw #john stones #kyle walker #jordan pickford

[football-rambles]

Surprise!! 

Unfortunately it isn’t like last year, I had time to write 25 days of Christmas but this year I am only going to post what I can post so here is what you can look forward too.

One More Sleep - Mason Mount

Driving Home for Christmas - Mason Mount

Last Christmas - John Stones 

Mistletoe & Wine - Luke Shaw

Baby It’s Cold Outside - Jack Grealish

Merry Christmas, Darling. - Declan Rice

#christmas22 #christmas imagines #Football Fanfiction #football imagines #football fanfic #Luke shaw #Declan rice #jack grealish #John Stones #mason mount

[blackwoolncrown]

Reading list for Afro-Herbalism:

A Healing Grove: African Tree Remedies and Rituals for the Body and Spirit by Stephanie Rose Bird

Affrilachia: Poems by Frank X Walker

African American Medicine in Washington, D.C.: Healing the Capital During the Civil War Era by Heather Butts

African American Midwifery in the South: Dialogues of Birth, Race, and Memory by Gertrude Jacinta Fraser

African American Slave Medicine: Herbal and Non-Herbal Treatments by Herbert Covey

African Ethnobotany in the Americas edited by Robert Voeks and John Rashford

Africanisms in the Gullah Dialect by Lorenzo Dow Turner

Africans and Native Americans: The Language of Race and the Evolution of Red-Black Peoples by Jack Forbes

African Medicine: A Complete Guide to Yoruba Healing Science and African Herbal Remedies by Dr. Tariq M. Sawandi, PhD

Afro-Vegan: Farm-Fresh, African, Caribbean, and Southern Flavors Remixed by Bryant Terry

Barracoon: The Story of the Last “Black Cargo” by Zora Neale Hurston

Big Mama’s Back in the Kitchen by Charlene Johnson

Big Mama’s Old Black Pot by Ethel Dixon

Black Belief: Folk Beliefs of Blacks in America and West Africa by Henry H. Mitchell

Black Diamonds, Vol. 1 No. 1 and Vol. 1 Nos. 2–3 edited by Edward J. Cabbell

Black Faces, White Spaces: Reimagining the Relationship of African Americans to the Great Outdoors by Carolyn Finney

Black Food Geographies: Race, Self-Reliance, and Food Access in Washington, D.C. by Ashanté M. Reese

Black Indian Slave Narratives edited by Patrick Minges

Black Magic: Religion and the African American Conjuring Tradition by Yvonne P. Chireau

Black Nature: Four Centuries of African American Nature Poetry edited by Camille T. Dungy

Blacks in Appalachia edited by William Turner and Edward J. Cabbell

Caribbean Vegan: Meat-Free, Egg-Free, Dairy-Free Authentic Island Cuisine for Every Occasion by Taymer Mason

Dreams of Africa in Alabama: The Slave Ship Clotilda and the Story of the Last Africans Brought to America by Sylviane Diouf

Faith, Health, and Healing in African American Life by Emilie Townes and Stephanie Y. Mitchem

Farming While Black: Soul Fire Farm’s Practical Guide to Liberation on the Land by Leah Penniman

Folk Wisdom and Mother Wit: John Lee – An African American Herbal Healer by John Lee and Arvilla Payne-Jackson

Four Seasons of Mojo: An Herbal Guide to Natural Living by Stephanie Rose Bird

Freedom Farmers: Agricultural Resistance and the Black Freedom Movement by Monica White

Fruits of the Harvest: Recipes to Celebrate Kwanzaa and Other Holidays by Eric Copage

George Washington Carver by Tonya Bolden

George Washington Carver: In His Own Words edited by Gary Kremer

God, Dr. Buzzard, and the Bolito Man: A Saltwater Geechee Talks About Life on Sapelo Island, Georgia by Cornelia Bailey

Gone Home: Race and Roots through Appalachia by Karida Brown

Ethno-Botany of the Black Americans by William Ed Grime

Gullah Cuisine: By Land and by Sea by Charlotte Jenkins and William Baldwin

Gullah Culture in America by Emory Shaw Campbell and Wilbur Cross

Gullah/Geechee: Africa’s Seeds in the Winds of the Diaspora-St. Helena’s Serenity by Queen Quet Marquetta Goodwine

High on the Hog: A Culinary Journey from Africa to America by Jessica Harris and Maya Angelou

Homecoming: The Story of African-American Farmers by Charlene Gilbert

Hoodoo Medicine: Gullah Herbal Remedies by Faith Mitchell

Jambalaya: The Natural Woman’s Book of Personal Charms and Practical Rituals by Luisah Teish

Just Medicine: A Cure for Racial Inequality in American Health Care by Dayna Bowen Matthew

Leaves of Green: A Handbook of Herbal Remedies by Maude E. Scott

Like a Weaving: References and Resources on Black Appalachians by Edward J. Cabbell

Listen to Me Good: The Story of an Alabama Midwife by Margaret Charles Smith and Linda Janet Holmes

Making Gullah: A History of Sapelo Islanders, Race, and the American Imagination by Melissa Cooper

Mandy’s Favorite Louisiana Recipes by Natalie V. Scott

Medical Apartheid: The Dark History of Medical Experimentation on Black Americans from Colonial Times to the Present by Harriet Washington

Mojo Workin’: The Old African American Hoodoo System by Katrina Hazzard-Donald

Motherwit: An Alabama Midwife’s Story by Onnie Lee Logan as told to Katherine Clark

My Bag Was Always Packed: The Life and Times of a Virginia Midwife by Claudine Curry Smith and Mildred Hopkins Baker Roberson

My Face Is Black Is True: Callie House and the Struggle for Ex-Slave Reparations by Mary Frances Berry

My Grandmother's Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies by Resmaa Menakem

On Her Own Ground: The Life and Times of Madam C.J. Walker by A'Lelia Bundles

Papa Jim’s Herbal Magic Workbook by Papa Jim

Places for the Spirit: Traditional African American Gardens by Vaughn Sills (Photographer), Hilton Als (Foreword), Lowry Pei (Introduction)

Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome by Dr. Joy DeGruy

Rooted in the Earth: Reclaiming the African American Environmental Heritage by Diane Glave

Rufus Estes’ Good Things to Eat: The First Cookbook by an African-American Chef by Rufus Estes

Secret Doctors: Ethnomedicine of African Americans by Wonda Fontenot

Sex, Sickness, and Slavery: Illness in the Antebellum South by Marli Weiner with Mayzie Hough

Slavery’s Exiles: The Story of the American Maroons by Sylviane Diouf

Soul Food: The Surprising Story of an American Cuisine, One Plate at a Time by Adrian Miller

Spirituality and the Black Helping Tradition in Social Work by Elmer P. Martin Jr. and Joanne Mitchell Martin

Sticks, Stones, Roots & Bones: Hoodoo, Mojo & Conjuring with Herbs by Stephanie Rose Bird

The African-American Heritage Cookbook: Traditional Recipes and Fond Remembrances from Alabama’s Renowned Tuskegee Institute by Carolyn Quick Tillery

The Black Family Reunion Cookbook (Recipes and Food Memories from the National Council of Negro Women) edited by Libby Clark

The Conjure Woman and Other Conjure Tales by Charles Chesnutt

The Home Place: Memoirs of a Colored Man’s Love Affair with Nature by J. Drew Lanham

The Jemima Code: Two Centuries of African American Cookbooks by Toni Tipton-Martin

The President’s Kitchen Cabinet: The Story of the African Americans Who Have Fed Our First Families, from the Washingtons to the Obamas by Adrian Miller

The Taste of Country Cooking: The 30th Anniversary Edition of a Great Classic Southern Cookbook by Edna Lewis

The Tuskegee Syphilis Study: An Insiders’ Account of the Shocking Medical Experiment Conducted by Government Doctors Against African American Men by Fred D. Gray

Trace: Memory, History, Race, and the American Landscape by Lauret E. Savoy

Vegan Soul Kitchen: Fresh, Healthy, and Creative African-American Cuisine by Bryant Terry

Vibration Cooking: Or, The Travel Notes of a Geechee Girl by Vertamae Smart-Grosvenor

Voodoo and Hoodoo: The Craft as Revealed by Traditional Practitioners by Jim Haskins

When Roots Die: Endangered Traditions on the Sea Islands by Patricia Jones-Jackson

Working Conjure: A Guide to Hoodoo Folk Magic by Hoodoo Sen Moise

Working the Roots: Over 400 Years of Traditional African American Healing by Michelle Lee

Wurkn Dem Rootz: Ancestral Hoodoo by Medicine Man

Zora Neale Hurston: Folklore, Memoirs, and Other Writings: Mules and Men, Tell My Horse, Dust Tracks on a Road, Selected Articles by Zora Neale Hurston

The Ways of Herbalism in the African World with Olatokunboh Obasi MSc, RH (webinar via The American Herbalists Guild)

#herbalism #african american #rootwork #african #native american #hoodoo #voodoo

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Mason!

A two-parter for you, too:

Aside from playing Villanelle, what other part did you enjoy Jodie most in? What did you like about that character/her performance as that character?

Imagine Jodie is cast in a movie or show where is she is again, part of a lesbian couple. Who would you cast opposite her if you could choose anyone?

Hey, Pistachio!

I know Jodie has done some amazing acting in dramas, but I actually really loved her as Millie Rusk in Free Guy? She delivers some of the best lines in the movie. I like it when she gets to do comedy. 🙃

Gosh, it is genuinely difficult to picture her with anyone other than Sandra Oh. 😅 But I think I’d like to see her be the bouncy puppy energy to someone’s angsty deadpan. And two of the best examples of that kind of character I can think of are Sarah Shahi as Sameen Shaw in POI or Stephanie Beatriz as Rosa Diaz in B99. (They’re both in their 40s, gotta keep that little age gap alive. 😂)

#thank you beloved pistachio #had to think about that second question for so long 😂 #asks #jodie comer #free guy

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Dust, Volume 8, Number 6

The Orange Dots

As spring makes its way into summer, the Dusted crew digs in with our monthly collection of short reviews that hits on jazz reed outings, noise-encrusted drone, fuzzed out songs, blown-out garagey rock and abstracted music for film with plenty of stops in between. Contributors this time through include Tim Clarke, Justin Cober-Lake, Bryon Hayes, Mason Jones, Jennifer Kelly, Bill Meyer, Michael Rosenstein and Jonathan Shaw. Now on to Summer!

Zoh Amba — O Life, O Light Vol. 1 (577 Records)

O Life, O Light Vol. 1 by Zoh Amba featuring William Parker and Francisco Mela

Not every 21-year-old saxophonist can say that John Zorn put out their first album and William Parker plays on their second. Zoh Amba is off to a hell of a start, but it’s fair to ask, what’s going on besides a case of heavy company? On the strength of the music on O Life, O Light Vol. 1, the tenor saxophonist from Kingsport, TN has her free jazz fundamentals in order. Her broad vibrato and importuning melodies recall Albert Ayler and she stands her ground while William Parker and Francisco Mela make it move around her. If that sounds like a statement of what she thinks is right rather than what new ideas she has conceived, well, let’s see what she comes up with when she’s 22. Time is on her side.

Bill Meyer

Andrew Anderson — Vagrancies (Elevator Bath)

Vagrancies by Andrew Anderson

Between the heat and the cost of living, Austin, TX gives a body good reasons not to leave the house. Andrew Anderson has put his time behind closed doors to good use by magnifying and warping the sounds of a piano, electronics, distant wildlife and his pal Thor Harris’ piano string harp into audio environments optimally designed for wandering. Are you walking streets after dark? Taking up residence on the dial in between a couple radio stations? Putting your ear so close to your happy cat’s belly that you are picking up transmissions of dreams about birds they wish they’d eaten? Maybe you are, or maybe Vagrancies just makes you think that’s what’s happening.

Bill Meyer

Asher & Jordan — Foliage (Crash Symbols)

Foliage by Asher & Jordan

Foliage is an enticing alloy crafted by Airick Asher Woodhead, who records as Doldrums, and Jordan Christoff, half of cosmic new age unit PJS. Each artist brings their own signature flair to the party, yet as a unit the duo produces something unique. Theirs is a visceral, noise-encrusted drone that constantly searches to reveal its ever-evolving contours. Scything sawtooth waves and short, spiky loops carve their way through layers of dreamy synth ambience. Woodhead’s chosen moniker calls to mind a certain act from the 1990s that recorded for both the Kranky and VHF labels. This nicely packaged cassette displays elements associated with both imprints: imagine Stars of the Lid collaborating with Matthew Bower, covering Tangerine Dream. Woodhead and Christoff pride themselves on live recording, with no overdubs or computers involved. Pursuits this daring can lead either to happy accidents or to a muddled miasma. With Foliage, it’s the former, likely due to this pair’s long-standing partnership in sound.

Bryon Hayes

Ballister — Chrysopoeia (Not Two)

Chrysopoeia by Ballister

Ballister redefines refinement on refinement on Chrysopoeia, the trio’s tenth recording. Recorded in concert at Alchemia, an establishment in Krakow, Poland that’s hosted the combo many times since saxophonist Dave Rempis, cellist Fred Lonberg-Holm and drummer Paal Nilssen-Love first convened in 2009, it makes a virtue of familiarity. The knowledge of one another’s moves that comes from improvising complete concerts, night after night and tour after tour, results in music that feels unerringly right at the same time that it makes the listener stop and ask — what the fuck was that? Sometimes the question is inspired by some unearthly sound, or a ratcheting of tension beyond the point where the wrench ought to shatter, or a sudden moment of restraint within the full-on barrage. Or maybe it’s asked after the CD’s 51 minutes have passed, when you’re wondering what just went down. Or maybe it’s when you take the long view and consider that these guys sound as committed and exciting as they did a decade ago. But the question is always asked appreciatively. Ballister has done it again.

Bill Meyer

Kevin Drumm — !!! (JMY)

!!! by Kevin Drumm

You might not see Kevin Drumm playing concerts, not notice labels releasing new LPs of his music, but that doesn’t mean he’s unproductive. If you head over to his Bandcamp page and subscribe, you’ll enjoy a steady flow of new music, ready for you to stream or download. “!” and “!!” were first released there in August 2020, but JMY proprietor Brent Gutzeit (also of TV Pow) has brought them into the physical world, albeit as a humble CDR. Both tracks last over twenty minutes and they offer contrasting immersive experiences. The first is a big blast of noise, which feels grating and monolithic until you give it your undivided attention. Then, it differentiates into a maelstrom of not-quite-identifiable sonic detritus, an audio equivalent to the dense mess that a planet might dissolve into after the monitoring galactic cops accidentally bump the Annihilate button while reaching for the cosmic snack box’s last donut. The second is quieter, but no less quizzical. It appears to be a mix of field recordings that have been woven together like memories in an unbounded reverie.

Bill Meyer

Alexandra Grimal — refuge (Relative Pitch Records)

refuge by Alexandra Grimal

Somehow, Swiss musician Alexandra Grimal has escaped my notice up to now. This solo soprano saxophone release, recorded in the double helix staircase in the castle of Chambord, France during a residency she spent there changes all that. Working with the natural resonance of the open, central edifice, Grimal’s eight pieces, ranging from two to 16 minutes long, utilize sonorous snaking themes that hang and twist back on themselves like the circuitous setting where they were recorded. Grimal utilizes a full tone colored by multiphonics, letting notes hang, filled out by the relatively short decay of the warm reverberations of the space. Grimal lets each piece develop slowly, never rushing notes or ideas, letting densities and volume ebb and flow. Take “château,” where sections drop to a near whisper and then ultimately build to long quavering tones that mount in surging waves. On “martinets,” short notes are placed with sharp attack against silence melding seamlessly in to “vent,” which weaves a songlike line with an abstract lyricism. That sense of songlike structure appears again with “escalier,” which builds from angular, melodic kernels that slowly accrue with a birdsong-like delicacy. A look at Grimal’s site reveals that she’s about to drop a recording of songs with electronics composed during the same residency at Chambord while working on a composition for four voices. Clearly, she’s a on a roll and worth keeping an eye on.

Michael Rosenstein

Bill Harris — Blinking Glue (Amalgam)

Blinking Glue by Bill Harris

If you attend free jazz concerts and multi-disciplinary performances in Chicago in recent times, you are likely to have shared space with Bill Harris. Sometimes he’s the guy at the drum kit, powering music made with Jake Wark, Matt Piet, Ishmael Ali, or the total improv trio of Harris, Jim Baker and Brandon Lopez (full disclosure — I wrote liner notes for that group’s forthcoming album, Dura). Other times, he’s recording the concert. On Blinking Glue, his skill sets of percussionist, sound capturer, and electronic tone manipulator converge. The 24-minute-long recording documents Harris alone, the day after Boxing Day 2021, but don’t call it a drum solo; Harris is a one-man band. The first sounds are scything feedback sweeps whose serrated edges would make many guitarists envious. But since the feedback comes not from a guitar, but from parts of Harris’ kit, it is integrated into the harsh punctuations and rushing, rhythmic forays of his drumming. If you are a fan of physical media, be aware that the compact disc, like many Amalgam releases, is a CDR; be further informed that the disc’s sleeve, which reproduces illustrations taken from a report on the condition of the Chernobyl nuclear reactor, is a thing of beauty.

Bill Meyer

Interior Geometry — Tore Through the Sky (Self-Release)

TORE THROUGH THE SKY by interior geometry

Jared Sparkes piles the fuzz onto his tuneful songs, hedging in bright, positive melodies with thickets of discordant guitar sound. Your natural inclination is to bring in the Guided by Voices comparisons, but tunes like “What Have You Done?” have more of Superchunk’s detuned vulnerability than Pollard’s teenaged kicks, and “Wet Swans Go On & On” echoes and hisses like a Pink Reason outtake or maybe a tune by the Quietus. This latest missive from Michigan’s burgeoning indie pop/punk scene bears the imprint of Fred Thomas’ influence; he produced and plays bass on two tracks. Mary Fraser of the Ypsilanti band Child Sleep sings soft, nearly twee vocals on “Tender Terrible,” musing that “you are something tender…in a terrible world.” But it’s mostly Sparkes, cranking up the noise to veil but never entirely obscure the sweetness of his songs. Buy the physical copy and you’ll get a spiral notebook full of sketches by Detroit-based artist Grace Millard, as well as photos and lyrics.

Jennifer Kelly

Masayo Koketsu — FUKIYA (Relative Pitch Records)

FUKIYA by Masayo Koketsu

Starting out with a burred surge, alto saxophonist Masayo Koketsu makes it clear that she understands the notion of tension and release. For the ensuing 46 minutes, she mines that command with an entrancing solo that draws on the vocabulary of free jazz, Japanese folk tunes, skronk overblowing and a canny balance of intensity and silence. That sense of balance defines the entire release. She embraces sections of brawny vigor, punching out squawking yelps imbued with harsh overblown multiphonics then drops to stark silence. Fifteen minutes in, she introduces a sliding theme that evokes the breathy phrasing of a shakuhachi folk theme and then decomposes it into skirling flutters which build to raw lamentations. The solo swells with a raucous astringency which carries through with chafed yawps and dark, abraded, mournful musings. But Koketsu’s underlying sense of pacing and structure hold this all together. She ties these discrete events together with resolute control and a clear sense of the trajectory of the piece, wending her way to a doleful conclusion. It is no mean feat to pull off an extended solo outing. With FUKIYA, Koketsu establishes that she is more than up to the task.

Michael Rosenstein

Bennie Maupin & Adam Rudolph — Symphonic Tone Poem for Brother Yusef (Strut)

Symphonic Tone Poem for Brother Yusef by Bennie Maupin & Adam Rudolph

Adam Rudolph played percussion alongside the great reedist Yusuf Lateef for much of his career, accompanying him in a spiritual/musical journey that touched on Eastern and African traditions as much as American jazz from 1988 until Lateef’s death in 2013. Much more than a drummer, he composed alongside Lateef on landmark albums including The World at Peace and Beyond the Sky. To celebrate Lateef’s 100th birthday, Rudolph joined with another celebrated jazz woodwindist, Bennie Maupin, to compose this tribute. Maupin is best known for his work on Miles Davis’ Bitches Brew, but like Lateef, he is a man of wide interests and skills.

Across these five movements, the two men traverse a varied, magical realist terrain, constructed from saxophone, electronics, voice and percussion. The first movement shimmers with latent energies, heated scrawls of saxophone across murmuring backgrounds of electronic tone, insistent rhythms of hand drums and tonal percussion sketching a time-path through primordial mists. The second blows a plaintive flute over humid silence, scattering xylophone notes like jewels in its wake; a steady pulse of drums, the crash of gongs, the glow of electronic keyboards, the intermittent shouts of one of the players join in an inscrutable sort of dance. Movement three wavers like a heat mirage, while number four rattles and mutters like a techno track. There is an intuitive give and take between the two players but also an ecstatic release, as mindfulness gives way to Zen-like no mind. Wonderful stuff.

Jennifer Kelly

Anthony Moore — Flying Doesn’t Help (Drag City)

Flying Doesn't Help by Anthony Moore

Having reissued 1976’s Out in 2020, Drag City continues their campaign to introduce twenty-first-century listeners to the wonders of Anthony Moore. Perhaps best known as a member of Slapp Happy and Henry Cow, Moore also released music under his own name, which has its own specific and addictive flavor. Broadly speaking, this remastered edition of 1979’s Flying Doesn’t Help belongs among the overlapping circles of a Venn diagram that includes art-rock, glam and post-punk. Though his albums flew under the radar at the time, they sit proudly alongside obvious reference points such as early Roxy Music, Eno’s Here Come the Warm Jets and Berlin-era Bowie. Opener “Judy Get Down” is an absolute cracker, crammed to the gills with sing-along hooks, while the remainder of the first side has plenty more fizzing pop gems and sneering choruses. However, Moore doesn’t let you forget his experimental credentials. “Ready Ready” opens with a glorious lattice of overlapping sheet-metal guitar waves, then its main riff is underpinned by what sounds like the pulse of a car alarm. The intimidating wall of noise that kicks off “War” goes some way towards evoking the horrors of its title. And the closing instrumental “Twilight (Uxbridge Rd)” is an uneasy send-off, pairing warbling synths with distant, eerie saxophone squeals.

Tim Clarke

Kyle Motl / Patrick Shiroishi — Apparitions (Notice)

Apparitions by Kyle Motl/Patrick Shiroishi

Who witnesses the ghostly visions referenced in this tape’s title? Might it be Patrick Shiroishi, a man of several saxophones, or double bassist Kyle Motl? Or might they be hoping to induce you, dear listener, to perceive things that type no weight on the scale? Neither player is the kind of guy who is inclined to be confined by mandates of instrumental or stylistic expectations, and both invest the music they make with a meaning beyond the undeniable impact of the raw scrapes, explosive snaps, coarse multiphonics and intricately twisted lines that they play. Since the specter that moves through walls can still stop your heart, perhaps they want to be apparitions, not see them. There is something undeniably eerie about these improvisations. Wear your garlic cloves, and keep your ears unstopped; there’s nothing going on here that you want to miss.

Bill Meyer

Nihil Nihil Nihil — Things Fall Apart As They Shall (Caligari Records)

Things Fall Apart As They Shall by NIHIL NIHIL NIHIL

That looks like a whole lot of nihilism — but what you get on Things Fall Apart As They Shall is a whole lot of death rock, heavy on the metal, partial to some post-punk. The spirit of Ian Curtis is being conjured by the unnamed vocalist (the interwebs are pretty short on info about the band), but it’s clearly schtick. Curtis came by his stilted, performative singing style honestly, as a byproduct of his anxieties and dread. Nihil Nihil Nihil do their best to summon dread and the four tunes (three originals and a cover of a Chameleons song) on this EP have a promisingly morbid sensibility. Mid-to-downtempo bummer rhythms, gits with some growl and gritty drama dominate. This reviewer responds especially well to “Further Inwards,” in which the band lets its goth thang strut. You can just about smell the mascara sizzling and it works. Just how morose, pessimistic and pissed these dudes really are remains to be seen. A full-length release would be revealing, if the world doesn’t beat them to the punch and completely fall apart. This EP isn’t quite the soundtrack for an event that doom-struck, but you can sure shake your butt to “Dance the End” while reading about the latest awfulness from Nigeria or Palestine or Ukraine. Now that’s some nihilism.

Jonathan Shaw

The Orange Dots — Nautic Girl (self-released)

Nautic Girl by The Orange Dots

This Norwegian duo present six tracks of blown-out garagey rock, with a variety of approaches making for an enjoyable ride. Tore Ljøkelsøy and Thomas Bergsten kick things off with a blast of grunge, then “Oh Lord Can You Show The Way” closes out with a gentle vocal duet. The guitar tone, buzzing and breaking apart into distortion, has an echoey, West Coast psych feel to it, while the drums fill the crevices with splashes, fills and rolls. The tick-tock drums and southern blues guitar of “Change Will Come” move from atmospheric jam into full-on heavy fuzz intensity. Amidst the distorted chaos, their intermittent dual-voiced vocals, simply chanting the title, work quite well. “Lost A Dream” alternates heavily blasted guitar and frenetic pounding drums with brief pauses for peaceful, reverbed vocals, then “Born Again” offers a break, with its quietly plucked guitar, gentle drums and airy vocals, slowly growing more tangled. After the fun instrumental jam “Duo For Mallets & Guitar,” with what seems to be xylophone and inner-space guitar noisings, the duo close out with a simple and visceral chugging rock tune. The wonderfully-named “Woke Up Dead With Nothing To Do” locomotives along nicely, with a break in the middle filled with tape delay overdrive and multi-limbed drum flailing. In its final minute the song returns to its opening chug and finishes with a strong MC5 vibe. Nicely done.

Mason Jones

R.E. Seraphin — Swingshift EP (Dandyboy/Mt. St. Mtn/Safe Suburban Homes)

"Swingshift" by R.E. Seraphin

Five originals and two covers from the Bay Area fuzz master, R.E. Seraphin thread the needle between twee pop and the melodic garage rock roar. Last time around, reviewing the Tiny Shapes disc in 2020, I likened one of his songs to “a summer radio megahit heard from several rooms away, bittersweet and slipping away even as it plays.” A year later, his tunes are similarly soft and scratchy, like a Jesus & Mary Chain song put on late at night, softly, so that you can barely hear it. So, while “Playing House” thumps and blares in an instrumental backing redolent of Exploding Hearts, its verse and chorus are murmured in your ear. Jangly “Stuck in Reno” mines the all-weather rock ’n roll topic of being out of place (in this case, in Nevada) but at a nostalgic low simmer, as if this disastrous road trip were already softened by time and memory. The two covers near the end demonstrate Seraphin’s excellent taste and bifurcated interests. “I’ll Be Around,” from the Wipers, gives him a chance to show off some lovely, driving bass and mine the power of a simple, urgent chorus. The Television Personalities “This Time There’s No Happy Ending” explores the poppier, trippier side of Seraphin’s aesthetic. If you like lo-fi pop of the Bay Area (Reds, Pinks and Purples, Umbrellas) or even New Zealand variety, check out Seraphin.

Jennifer Kelly

Paul Slavens — Alphabet Girls, Vol. II (State Fair)

Paul Slavens makes no sense. He's had some solo releases and played in some interesting Denton, TX-area indie bands. He's also been a radio host and a voice actor, though he admits to being “not too impressed” with his own vocals (maybe Fullmetal Alchemist doesn't prepare you for singing). His latest endeavor finishes a project first started over a decade ago. He now releases Alphabet Girls, Vol. II, completing a series of songs inspired by 26 abecedarian women's names. The songs provide a vehicle for the breadths of Slavens’ influences. Listeners who know him only has a member of the Travoltas or the Baptist Generals might be surprised by the jazz and stage influences.

Slavens sees himself more of a composer than a traditional songwriter and moments on the album tie in more to jazz or even cinematic scores (given a time machine, he could write for an early Bond movie). Scott Walker makes for a reasonable touchpoint, as does some of Tom Waits’ career, although Slavens’ voice is unlike either of theirs and his mania comes across more happily. “Ophelia” gives a tongue-in-cheek talk with the Hamlet character, its zaniness heightened by following the lovely “Naomi” and preceding the theatrical “Priscilla.” “Queenie” adds some bebop to the mix. The whole record precedes like this, gleefully skipping around, mixing playfulness and classiness, all developing Slavens’ strange ideas and strong compositions.

Justin Cober-Lake

Squirrel Flower — Planet EP (Polyvinyl)

Planet EP by Squirrel Flower

Squirrel Flower’s Ella Williams constructed Planet EP out of leftovers from her second, environmentally focused LP, Planet (i). Minimally produced, sparsely instrumented, these seven tracks showcase the lovely fragility of Williams’ voice, often twined around itself in translucent harmonies and agilely supported by flurries and bursts of acoustic guitar. The artist continues to make a distinctive space for herself in the crowded singer-songwriter space, breathing delicate life into knotty sentiments and leaning into the sheer beauty of her melodies. But while Planet (i) considered global, environmental catastrophe, Planet EP is far more personal, centered on the unsatisfactory dynamics of uneven love. “Open Wound” pokes at the underpinnings of a romantic relationship, the narrator seeking support and understanding, her lover unresponsive. The song builds in overlapping layers of meaning and tone, overdubbed voices swelling then fading as Williams intones “I won’t do it, I won’t do it” and a siren wails. “Your Love Is a Disaster” traverses similar emotional terrain, its plaintive request, “take me dancing,” evidently falling on unhearing ears. The Bjork cover, “Unravel,” is an unassuming triumph, Williams’ voice high and pure and echoing, making the choruses both vast and introverted. Heartbreak rarely sounds so spectrally pretty.

Jennifer Kelly

Teddy and the Rough Riders — Teddy and the Rough Riders (Appalachia Record Co.)

Teddy and the Rough Riders probably wouldn’t do so well at San Juan Hill. At least not in battle, but maybe their music would go over okay. The group doesn’t quite fit in anywhere, which means they fit in everywhere. With their self-titled debut album, the group shows its comfort blending related styles into a cohesive album. The country sound runs throughout the disc, but the band turns from 1968 San Francisco to 1972 Nashville to more modern Southern rock and country-folk with aplomb. Margo Price’s production (and a guest vocal spot) helps organize everything but never hinders the fun. Luke Schneider’s pedal steel adds plenty of flavor (even as he keeps his experimental side in check), but the songs each bring their own character. The use of the past peaks with cowboy closer “Hey, Richard,” a tribute to the mythology of Little Richard, a thought of the ghosts of both rock ‘n’ roll and country. The group might acknowledge its forebears, but it doesn't linger on these ghosts. Utilizing the best of a broadly considered country-rock aesthetic, Teddy and the Rough Riders make music more permanent than a poltergeist and more potent than pastiche, but still plenty playful.

Justin Cober-Lake

Terminal Nation / Kruelty — The Ruination of Imperialism (20 Buck Spin)

The Ruination Of Imperialism by Terminal Nation / Kruelty

With this downtuned, densely crunching and death-driven split, Terminal Nation and Kruelty seem to be militating for the accolade of heaviest record of the year. Regular listening may find you listing floor-ward, weighed down by the riffs’ irresistible gravitational pull. Terminal Nation’s side of the split is the real monster, a Boss pedal manifesto of lefty vituperation and revolutionary zeal. You usually encounter that sort of ethos on the punkier end of heavy music’s continuum, but Terminal Nation is pissed and convincing about it. Two-thirds of the way through “Curators of Brutality,” vocalist Stan Liszewski repeatedly hollers, “We have the numbers!” That’s direct action he’s demanding, folks. On the flip, Japanese hardcore freaks Kruelty do their characteristic thing: long, piledriving, midtempo beatdowns, with death metal-inspired growls aplenty. Both of their tracks are quite good. But it’s hard to match Terminal Nation’s energy and passionate political fury, which is serious stuff to shout about in Little Rock, Arkansas. Somehow, Liszewski’s vocals ride the top of Dalton Rail’s and Tommy Robinson’s amp abuse. He snarls, “There must be retribution / Before redistribution.” Right on, brother.

Jonathan Shaw

Rafael Toral — Music For Film (Noise Precision)

Music for Film by Rafael Toral

There’s no way that Rafael Toral, a rigorous student as well as a skilled shaper of evocative sound, is unaware of Brian Eno’s Music For Films. So, what gives with the absent S? The meaning turns out to be literal; this DL-only recording, which is available from Toral’s Bandcamp page, comprises music he recorded for a short film, Pedro Cabaleira’s By Flávio. If you caught it at the 72nd Berlin International Film Festival, you could let me know how the music worked in that context. But it stands quite well on its own; so well that one wonders why it’s only being released in such an ephemeral format. This is Toral’s first recording in a couple decades to put the guitar first, and if you have a hankering for his 1990s work using that instrument, and especially Sound Mind Sound Body, then it’s time for you to pop the cork on that special bottle you’ve been saving. The long, unfurling tones are very much in the spirit of that recording, although years of experience in fundamentally dissimilar musical contexts ensure that this is not simply a matter of picking up where he left off. These days, Toral’s music is, like a lot of us, a bit roughed up, with gritty, ground-down textures pushing through the fluorescent glow. Rumor has it that there’s a new, proper album on the horizon; if this is an advance trailer, then the finished feature might be quite something.

Bill Meyer

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Black phone en salle le 22 juin 2022 est réalisé par Scott Derrickson. La durée du film est de 102 minutes.

On y retrouve le casting suivant : Ethan Hawke, Mason Thames, Madeleine McGraw, Jeremy Davies, James Ransone.

Alors c'est quoi l'histoire ?

Finney Shaw, un adolescent de 13 ans, timide mais intelligent, est enlevé par un tueur sadique qui l'enferme dans un sous-sol insonorisé où s'époumoner n'est pas d'une grande utilité. Quand un téléphone accroché au mur, pourtant hors d'usage, se met à sonner, Finney va découvrir qu'il est en contact avec les voix des précédentes victimes de son ravisseur. Ils sont aussi morts que bien résolus à ce que leur triste sort ne devienne pas celui de Finney.

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[masonmountsbitch]

Anyone You Like.

I had a certain Mr Marcus Rashford in mind 🤤

You drove with no destination in mind, listening to music while driving was the equivalent to therapy for you. And it clicked, you loved him. The past few months you had with him was the happiest you’ve ever been. It took for that small argument for that to happen.

Although you both argued to your friends that you were just friends, but you hadn’t yet discussed that together despite very clearly not acting like friends when alone. You find yourself turning around, driving in the direction of his house.

You park the car, stepping out before closing the door and locking it. You had one thing on your mind and that was him. You knock the door, waiting barely a minute before he stands in front of you. A slight confused expression forms on his features, like he doesn’t quite know what to say. He wasn’t expecting you that’s for sure.

You push yourself past him, getting yourself out of the cold air. Once he’s closed the door he turns to face you. You don’t even give him a chance to speak, before your on your tip toes pulling his face to yours.

Your lips connect, and the feeling of realise hits like a ton of bricks when he begins to kiss you back. You run your fingers through the back of his hair, his hands pulling on your waist as he pulls you closer.

When the need for air becomes too much you both pull back, a smile forming onto his face. His lips part as if he’s going to say something then close again. You too, not having a clue what else to say.

You start to look down, as you realise the possible awkwardness that is creeping up on the both of you. Your head is forced up, and your now looking in those beautiful eyes of his, until he closed the gap between your lips again. Instantly your kissing him back, smiling into the kiss.

“I think I’m in love with you.” You breathe, he instantly shoots you a even larger smile.

“You think? I am in love with you” He laughed ever so slightly, pressing his lips against yours before parting. Your noses touch slightly as your foreheads are pressed against each other.

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[deadghosy]

You being stuck with Finney Blake

(Tw: attempted r@pe, sa, finney literally gonna get feral, violence, blood, scars)

You and Finn were walking to his house when it happened.

The kidnapping. Finney attacked the grabber when he first took you out.

When Finney woke up, he made sure you were okay first. He loves you very much that he would die for you.

“Y/N!? Are you okay?” “Are you awake?” *checks your breathing* he soon calms down when he hears you breathing normally.

Finney looked to the side to see, (that ugly, and musty ass man) the grabber. Finn pulls your body behind him, glaring at the man that’s just sitting there watching every move you both do.

“What did you do to them.” Finney yelled at him. He wanted to know that you really were okay.

“Nothing at all, just gave them the same stuff to knock them out.” The grabber said softly. Finney scoffed at the man at the way he was acting like he cares about you.

Finn made sure you didn’t have any bruises on you. He saw that you had a little bit of dirt in your face so he dusted that off. His eyes softened at the way you looked, but he quickly stopped cause this wasn’t the time to be dazed.

You woke up in Finn’s arm confused and scared. You whimpered known pain as your side was hurting. “Y/n?! Are you okay?!”

You nodded as you looked around to see where you were at. Your eye widened and you started to look around quickly. Your heart started pounding as you looked at the man that is sitting down in front of both of y’all

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here, I’ll protect you okay?”

You nodded as you slowly calmed down. Finn turned to look at the man. Your stomach had growled painfully as you hadn’t eat much today. Finn looks at frowning at the face you made at your stomach. Finn then turns around to glare at the man still watching h them. Finney holds you closer to his body.

“They’re hungry. Give them food.” Finn didn’t even wanted be polite to the man who hurt you.

“Sorry I can’t bring you both anything to eat. You’ll just have to wait.” The grabber said

Finney’s glare hardened. Right now he wanted to tear the bastard apart, but he couldn’t cause he was also holding you. He didn’t want you be scared here. He wants you to be safe with him right now with you in his arms.

“Is there someone upstairs who will see you bring us food?” Finn questioned. Still holding you as you look anxiously at the man who still stares at you.

“Don’t worry about that.” He said

“If you weren’t gonna feed them or me..then why’d you even come down here?” Finn asked suspiciously

“Just to look at you both.” He said, but mostly he was looking at you the most.

Finn noticed this and push you farther behind him, blocking the man’s view on your figure. The grabber clicks his tounge and gets up. Finn’s eyes still on the man as he is walking out of the door and locking it.

Time skip ⏭

You and Finn are sleeping when suddenly the phone rings. You grumble at the sound as it was annoying. Finn hold you tighter to his body as you move away from him. “Finney let me go please..” you grumble more. Finn shook his head no as he grabbed you more tighter. You sighed and surrender to Finn’s strength around you. Both of you falling asleep.

What you didn’t hear, was the door unlocking.

The grabber didn’t know what was so special about you…but he liked how angelic you looked. He liked how perfect your eyes are shaped…he just likes everything about your scared figure.

The grabber softly pulled you off of finn’s grip. The grabber looked how beautiful you looked, he looked how peaceful you looked, how innocent you looked.

He slowly put his cold hands up your shirt, seeing how you turned in your sleep while whimpering at the coldness you felt for his hands. You slowly opened your eyes not feeling the body warmth you liked. Your eyes widened at the fact the grabber looked like he was smiling at you wide awake. You were about to scream when he puts his hand over your mouth.

“Be quiet or I’ll gut your pretty little body.” He said quietly but creepily as he moves his hand down more to your pants. You start to tear up, praying that Finn wakes up to protect you.

Finn always protected you like robin but never fighting. It was more of Finn dragging you out of trouble or getting hurt. He was always protective of you when you first met in first grade.

The grabber slowly unbutton your pants as you close your eyes in fear. You started sobbing lightly praying Finn would hear it at least. “Don’t cry, your too perfect to cry.” He said

Before he could even pull your pants down, Finn got on top of the grabber and started letting out his anger on him. He didn’t care that he didn’t know how to fight. He wasn’t gonna let some disgusting man touch you like that.

“DONT TOUCH THEM ASSHOLE!” Finn yelled while still punching him. Finn bites his ear as the grabber yells in pain and throws Finn off him. Finn gets up quick and runs to you pushing you behind him while getting in a stance to fuck this man up and glaring at him for touching you. If looks could kill, he would be 60 feet below you.

The grabber glares at Finn while walking towards the both of you, Finn bull rushes him while you took action and kick behind his legs making the man hit the floor hard. He got in shock while Finn started punching his face repeatedly, he was filled with anger. He was full of rage. After the grabber had stop moving, Finn looks at you finally realizing what he did. Finn’s knuckles covered in blood and his hair being sweaty.

Finn gets off of him and makes sure you are okay mentally and physically. “N/n..are you okay? Did he touch anywhere else…” he says while buttoning your pants. He didn’t like what he did to you.

You shook your head no, still traumatized by the whole thing. “Cmon, let’s go” finney said he couldn’t believe that he actually fought someone, but right now all that mattered was you being okay and safe.

Finn hold your hand, and drags you out to the opening where you could finally leave.

┆I hope you like this cause i didn’t do much stuff that is like in the movie but I hope you all like this cause this is something not to joke about. Love you all my ghost!!

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[daydreamingatnight209]

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“My Number 19”

Mason Mount x Reader

Warnings - High emotions? Fluff 💞

Prompts- Comforting Mason after the Euros and the song “Marry your Daughter”

1.5k words.

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A  holiday in the sun was exactly what the team needed after their devastating loss in the Euro’s final against Italy. I knew that it hit everyone hard, especially Mason. I remember watching him console his friends on the pitch with tears in my own eyes, as I stood beside his parents, but it wasn’t a time for me to cry. He needed me.

I simply opened my arms to him when he found me in the stands. He wasted no time embracing me, his weight throwing me backwards slightly. I catch myself and wrap my arms around him tightly, tracing small patterns down his back to try and relax him. The tears I caught him holding in on the pitch were now flying freely down his face, as he buries himself into the crook of my neck.

A hand of mine shoots up to his hair as I play with, knowing that it is these small intimate touches that calms him in heated moments like this one.

“You still made history babe; I am so very proud of you” I whisper into his ear as he breathing slow goes back to normal.

He looks up at me and my heart broke from him. I gently wipe away any tears still trapped on his face as he works his way to his parents who go through similar motions to me.

A few days later, we found ourselves in Mykonos. Over the last couple of days Mason has managed to put the loss behind him and thanked the fans for their support as well as addressing that there is no place for racism after virtual attacks appeared online towards some of his teammates. By the time we land his famous smile was back on his face.

A few others join us on the spontaneous get away including Dec who is dating my best friend , Chilly, Jack and Shaw with their partners.

I finish putting my hair up so that it doesn’t receive extensive damage from the pool when Mase enters the room.

“Dec and some of the lads have hired a yacht for the day, do you wanna  join?

He hugs me from behind, humming to himself as I push down any fly away hair strands. I look at him through the mirror with a twinkle in my eye.

“Of course! Do you really need to ask Mase?”

I grab my beach bag and head out the room with my boyfriend.

The day was spent swimming in the sea, sunbathing and the boys playing basketball – all their practice at SGP paying off.

I ensure that Mason is covered in sunscreen after seeing Dec’s burnt arms and my best friend battle with him to put it on. Mase just lays on the deck as I massage the cream into his back, groaning slowly when I undo any knots in his muscles.  This lasts all of five minutes before he is on his feet again answering Dec’s calls to hoop.

I sit to the side with the girls and watch as they pair up to score. The ball swings and hits nothing but net. A clean shot. I cheer out to him and watch as he happily jumps about and gives Dec a quick high five. He looks over to me and for a moment it is like time had stopped.

I take in his lean but muscular posture, his sun kissed skin, while taking in how his jersey fits over his shoulders before looking up to his face again.

Butterflies float around in my stomach as I stare into his deep brown eyes. They were like the window to his soul, showing just how kind and gentle he could be, while protecting those he loves fiercely and from his eyes came a sense of home, of belonging.

The honeymoon period of our relationship never ended and nor would it ever. His love consumed me, forever burning through me. It takes me a moment to realise what the man I am looking at is doing as he drops to one knee.

Time starting moving again but I feel like I am living in slow motion. I was aware of the sudden gasps and quickly following silence that happened around me, but I couldn’t focus on anyone but him. My faces scrunches up as a poor attempt to stop my tears as it finally clicks in me.  He was proposing to me.

I thanked my luck that he waited till I was seated a one hand grips tightly onto the side of the sunbed while the other fly’s to my mouth to stop the loud gasps and cries from spilling out.

I watch as he delivers this beautiful speech, making me cry harder before asking the all important question. It takes me a minute to regain my voice from the shock.

“Oh Mason, look at state of me now. You know I’m an ugly crier!” I protest as he laughs nervously.

“I think you are beautiful” he whispers, using one hand to wipe my tears away and the other to keep a hold of the ring box.

He does his best to clear my face, but I know that he couldn’t do much; turns out my mascara wasn’t as waterproof as it said. That makes me giggle slightly as I open my mouth again. My voice was hoarse but at this point I didn’t care.

“Of course, I will marry you!”

At that, he wastes no time slipping the most gorgeous ring onto my finger, before picking me up and twirling me around as those around us erupt into cheers after that tense silence. Champagne is sprayed all around the deck as music begins to play.

Mason puts me back on my feet, but keeps a tight hold on my waist, unsure if I have recovered from the shock yet.

I lean my forehead against his and soak in memory.

“My Number 19” I whisper just before his lips capture my own, as if to seal the deal.

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Mason’s POV-

I have never felt so much relief as I did when Y/N agreed  to my proposal. When she started crying, I panicked like never before, but I couldn’t do anything but wait. Then came the answer I have been waiting for the last 6 months. I wanted to sag in relief, but I had to keep my composure.

I remember that one moment 6 months ago, I had the ring, but I needed one more thing.

My legs felt as if they couldn’t hold me up as I stood before my girlfriends childhood home. I placed  a firm knock on the door and wait until her father answers my call. I give him my best smile (while internally cringing at my actions) and settle instead on a firm handshake.

I force myself to calm down before stepping into the household. I can do this, it’s not like I am the only guy who has asked their girlfriend’s father for his permission to marry his daughter. Its old fashioned sure but not that rare.

I take a seat opposite him and get straight to the point.

“I want to marry your daughter” I blurt out, before adding a quick “sir” on the end.

His eyebrows shoot so far up his face I was actually scared that they would disappear. Not the reaction I would have wanted but there is still hope. I have to hope.

I listen to him intently as he raises his concerns, including our young ages and my career but I didn’t let them dishearten me. I knew that Y/N was the girl I was going to marry when I first met her three years ago. Even at 19 my heart knew that she was the one. I wasn’t going to give up.

“Sir, I hope you don’t mind forwardness but in this box is ring for your oldest, she is my everything and I would really like your blessing. I know that you have your concerns, but you honestly do not have to worry, I will treat her with the upmost respect.” I take a breath before deciding to take the final plunge.

“I’m gonna marry your daughter and make her my wife; I want her to be the only girl that I love for the rest of my life.”

I feel like an eternity passes before her old man looks at me again. I watch as his face breaks into a smile and I have to close my eyes to hide the tears that threaten to spill. He approved.

He stands up and gives me another firm shake of the hand.

“You’ve got backbone kid. I respect that. Go look after my little girl”

I didn’t plan on proposing on the yacht, I had a whole beach proposal planned for that evening instead but when I caught her staring over at me, I was mesmerized. Her smile was so bright, and her eyes shone with constant admiration and love. Stuck in that single moment I knew I had to do it.

I wanted to share this memory with her and the friends we call family; it didn’t matter if it was now or in a fancy setting. I just wanted her to say yes… and she did.

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[sergioperez4life]

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[football-rambles]

Inspired by Netflix film 2020. small Multi-Chaptered fic Coming Christmas Day,

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