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katherines-imagines · 6 months
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“Stupid bitches, be stupid bitches.”
pairings: hazel callahan x reader
warnings: angst, fighting, mean PJ, bad writing
summary: PJ starts yelling at Hazel, but her girlfriends not having it.
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A meeting was called for the fight club after their revenge on Jef. As the girls started coming in, each had a mischievous yet proud smile adorning their faces. Y/N walked towards the back where her girlfriend, Hazel, was saving a seat for her. Sitting down, Y/N took Hazel’s hand into her own, playing with her silver rings. When everyone arrived, PJ began to speak.
“Alright, well, some of us clearly have a different definition of egging.” The girls gave each other knowing looks. “But if we keep our mouth shut, stay calm, we’ll be fine,” PJ finished.
“They’re gonna shut us down, aren’t they,” Sylvie asked sadly.
“What,” PJ laughed nervously. “No, we don’t know that. Why-”
“Principal Meyers will believe whatever Jeff and Tim say,” Brittany pointed out. “I don’t really see how we recover from this.” She was right, and all the girls knew it. As much as they could hope that the club would continue, after their little stunt, the club would be shut down.
“Man. Fuck,” Sylvie sad dejectedly.
“It’s been real guys,” Hazel said, looking bittersweetly to the group. Her girlfriend lovingly tracing her hands, nodding in agreement.
“Okay,” PJ interrupted. “Let’s not jump to conclusions with the, goodbyes,” she waved her arms around.
“I’m gonna miss you guys so much,” Hazel said, ignoring PJ. Y/N’s heart felt heavy from the break up for the group. These were her friends. This was her safe space. Now it would end, but she didn’t regret joining at all, and that made it all the more bittersweet.
“I’m like,” Sylvie started while standing up. “At least we went out with a bang,” Sylvie referred to the bomb Hazel made, causing the group to laugh sans PJ and Josie. “I mean, that was fucking insane!” The group laughed louder. “It’s just like, fire, everywhere” she continued, playfully hitting the girls.
“Wait, wh, stop,” PJ stuttered. “We don’t, wait, no, we don’t know that for sure,” PJ tried to deny, but the girls had already accepted it.
“PJ,” Annie stopped her with a sad smile. “Don’t be sad it’s over. Be happy it happened,” she smiled towards the fight club members, them smiling back.
“Alright, can everyone calm the fuck down please,” PJ said exasperatingly. “The club is not over, Josie? Right?” PJ motioned to her best friend, a hand motioning in her direction. Josie kept silent, PJ turning in disbelief at the lack of answer.
“No matter what,” Isabel started. “This club has brought me so much. I feel..” She took a deep breath before continuing. “So much more powerful, and, protected.”
“Me too,” Josie agreed, eyes showing vulnerability like the rest of the girls. PJ let out a sarcastic laugh
“Great,” PJ said. Hazel, tired of her attitude, interrupted her.
“Oh my god PJ, okay,” Hazel stood abruptly, her hand leaving Y/N’s grasp, causing her to jump at the sudden movement. “I’m sorry you didn’t get what you wanted out of this group, but I think the rest of us did.” She motioned towards the girls with a smile.
“Oh,” PJ spoke sarcastically. “Good for fucking you Hazel.” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, not liking how PJ was speaking to her girlfriend. “I’m glad that you finally wrote one email. Accomplished a lot.”
“I actually did, I practically ran this club for you and Josie,” Hazel said frustratedly. Y/N nodded harshly in support.
“Let’s calm down, maybe,” Josie said, trying to deescalate the situation, but it was too late for that.
“You really think that your the reason that we have this club,” PJ asked rudely.
“The reason? No, but I can tell everyone that if you want,” Hazel shot back. The girls heads snapped to Hazel at the comment, none of them expecting Hazel to have a mean bone in her body. Y/N stood up next to her girlfriend, hand going to the small of her back in support. As much as Y/N wanted to tear PJ a new one, she knew that Hazel had to do this part, at least, by herself.
“Hazel, uh hey, let’s calm down,” Josie said to Hazel. Y/N glared at Josie. Clearly PJ was the one who needed to calm down, not Hazel.
“You’re really ungrateful,” PJ snapped at her. “You’re so lucky that we even let you be a part of this.” How dare PJ try and glorify herself?
“PJ, your a liar.” A silence followed after Hazel’s retort, eyes turning to PJ for an explanation. PJ scoffed in disbelief.
“Yeah, well,” PJ started. Y/N had a feeling that the next few words that would come out of PJ’s mouth would make Y/N’s patience snap. “You have no friends, and a skank as a mom, so,” PJ smiled maliciously, as Josie looked at her feet. As the girls stared quietly, Y/N yelled at PJ.
“How dare you say that? She has friends, and you have no right so say something so atrocious to her,” Y/N said angrily, while Hazel stared in disbelief at PJ. Before Y/N could continue, Hazel looked at her friends in pain before picking up her stuff. Y/N followed Hazel’s lead, picking up her and her girlfriend’s stuff before following Hazel down the bleachers. Before leaving the gym, Y/N went to PJ’s face and spoke coldly, “If you every say shit like that again, I’ll fuck you up. Don’t you ever, disrespect her.” Shoving PJ with her shoulder, Y/N followed Hazel out the gym. While the rest of the girls watched them leave, Josie calling out for Hazel. When Y/N caught up to Hazel’s fast walking, she stayed quite. After a few minutes of walking quietly, Hazel spoke softly.
“What did you say, hun,” Y/N asked softly, not hearing what Hazel had said.
“Could you please hold my hand,” she shakily asked, quiet tears streaming down her face. Instead of answering, Y/N simply took Hazel’s hand in her own, comfortingly rubbing her thumb across her girlfriend’s hand. They walked in silence before Y/N spoke up.
“She’s a bitch.” Hazel let out a startled laugh of disbelief. “And not even a good one like me,” Y/N added, hesitantly looking at Hazel to see if it was ok to talk. Hazel laughed quietly, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. Y/N stopped the pair, Hazel looking curiously for the reason why. Y/N dropped their bags and took of her jacket, using the sleeve to wipe Hazel’s tears before putting it on Hazel. When Y/N picked up their bags, she took Hazel’s hand and continued to walk. “Don’t listen to her Haze. You know what they say about girls like her?” Y/N waiting until Hazel hummed in question.
“Stupid bitches, be stupid bitches.”
Hazel laughed loudly, hugging Y/N’s arm to stop her from falling.
“Y/N,” Hazel laughed.
“Hazel,” Y/N responded seriously. Well, semi-seriously. She couldn’t help the small smile growing on her mouth. Sighing gratefully, Hazel tugged on Y/N’s arm to stop.
“Thank you, love,” Hazel said, looking into Y/N’s eyes with love. Y/N swore she could feel her heart melt, warmth filling her up.
“Of course, pretty girl,” Y/N spoke softly, hugging her girlfriend tightly. Y/N was not going to let PJ get away with this.
No one spoke to her girl like that.
a/n: first imagine since I came back! if you have any requests from any fandom, please let me know. if I know the fandom, I will try and do it! Hope you guys like this one as much as I did.
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theboarsbride · 1 year
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Faerie Book Recommendations🧚✨📚
So reading Sarah J Maas and her very, very shitty interpretation and (under)utilization of fae lore is inspiring me to create a personal list of books I've read that I feel like have like... ACTUAL faeries and folklore in them (not the normal-looking-hot-folks-with-pointy-ears-and-MAYBE-wings brand of faerie SJM popularized), and are actually worth your time
And if you've any books, stories, comics, etc. that you'd want to add to this list, feel free to add them in the comments, reblogs, tags, or my DMs!!
House of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland
Very eerie fairytale vibes that center on the aftermath of the disappearance, and even more mysterious return, of three sisters when one of them goes missing again almost 10 years later. And also the writing is legit just B E A U T I F U L!!!
Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett
This is chock-full of classical faeries and folklore, and almost reads like a textbook about them since this is about a woman, the titular Emily Wilde, traveling to a Scandinavian country to complete her own encyclopedia about the fair-folk. It also features some lowkey cottagecore vibes and an academic rivals-to-lovers romance!
Gilded (Gilded #1) by Marissa Meyer
A retelling of Rumpelstiltskin that reads like its own dark Grimm's fairytale, and it's as eerie and grim as a YA fantasy novel can get. It also centers on themes of telling stories and folktales since the main character, Serilda, is infamous for spinning wild tales - which is what leads to her encounter with the famed, and feared, Earlking (who, as a villain, is so sinister and creepy - and utterly FAE!). Personally, this book wasn't really my cup of tea and I'm unsure if I'll read the sequel, Cursed, however it still has some classic fae vibes that SJM's work lacks, so it deserves a place on this list!
The Changeling by Victor LaValle
I'm using the term 'faerie' very loosely here, as the idea of changelings (and trolls), for me, is more of a narrative device to help us look into grief in fatherhood. But there is still a very strange, vaguely Pans Labyrinth-esque urban fantasy vibe playing in the background throughout!
Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery by Brom
Not necessarily FAERIES but more of mischievous and distrustful woodland folk - and also forest gods. Very heavily steeped in early colonial America era folk horror vibes... if you love media like Robert Eggers' The VVitch then you will ADORE this book! Also Brom's accompanying artwork is so, so beautiful! This is honestly such a perfect fall-time read once Halloween season rolls around.
Legendborn Cycle series by Tracy Deonn
Ok no faeries but... mixes classic Arthurian legends with southern Black beliefs while also telling an epic urban fantasy story centering on themes of grief, trauma, and prejudice. So no fae, but LOTS of great urban fantasy vibes (which I mean... if you're looking for more series to put on your shelf instead of Harry Potter......) Just... Please... just... this series... it's so GOOD!! IDK what else to add that hasn't been said about this series!
Direwood by Catherine Yu
Once again, not necessarily faeries in this book but instead vampires that have a very fae-like quality about them! (as well as blood-hungry butterflies and caterpillars hee-hee) The story as a whole feels like a whimsical fever dream that is STEEPED in tasty Gothic vibes! It sort of has the feeling of being in a late '90s/early '00s Goth music video.
Like Falling Stars by Avalon Roselin (@roselin-books-official)
A story about a girl who's forgotten her past and comes to develop a sweet friendship with a brooding ice faerie prince, and is brimming with so many cozy fantasy vibes!! Also all the fae characters in this novel are so colorful and lively, and they're all very heavily tied to elements and the seasons. Also ALSO!! The main relationship focuses primarily on platonic love as opposed to romantic, and is just as endearing! A perfect cozy winter/fall-time read.
Netvor: A Retelling of Beauty and the Beast by @rosesnwater
Both a completed novel and an in-progress webcomic available to read on Tapas and Webtoons. Again, another story where major themes center on storytelling and fairytales, but also recovering from trauma and grief! There are so, so many classic faerie vibes, and even featuring pinnacle figures from classic fae lore like the Goblin Market, and it manages to feel equal parts nostalgic and unique in its use of faerie lore!
Dandies in Danger podcast by @dandiesindanger
A table-top RPG podcast instead of a novel! It features four queer men that are dragged into a world of fae and horror, all while set against the backdrop of Regency era London. It starts as a VERY eerie fae mystery (featuring figures like Titania and Oberon), but it slowly becomes a dark, horror historical-fantasy, and it's great! Also art by the podcast's creators is so good!
So these are the recs I have to offer for now!! As always, feel free to add more recommendations!!!💛
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dustedmagazine · 27 days
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Listening Post: Kim Gordon
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Kim Gordon has long been one of rock’s female icons, one of a tiny handful of women to get much play in Michael Azzerad’s underground-defining Our Band Could Be Your Life and a mainstay in the noise-rock monolith Sonic Youth. It’s hard to imagine that quintessential dude rock band without Gordon in front, dwarfed by her bass or spitting tranced out, pissed off verses over the storm of feedback.
Yet Gordon’s trajectory has been, if anything, even more fascinating since Sonic Youth’s demise in 2011. A visual artist first — she studied art at the Otis College of Art and Design before joining the band — she continues to paint and sculpt and create. She’s had solo art shows at established galleries in London and New York, most recently at the 303 Gallery in New York City. A veteran of indie films including Gus van Zant’s Last Days and Todd Haynes I’m Not There, she has also continued to act sporadically, appearing in the HBO series Girls and on an episode of Portlandia. Her memoir, Girl in a Band, came out in 2015.
But Gordon has remained surprisingly entrenched in indie music over the last decade. Many critics, including a few at Dusted, consider her Body Head, collaboration with Bill Nace the best of the post-Sonic Youth musical projects. The ensemble has now produced two EPs and three full-lengths. Gordon has also released two solo albums, which push her iconic voice into noisier, more hip hop influenced directions. We’re centering this listening post around The Collective, Gordon’s second and more recent solo effort, which comes out on Matador on March 8th, but we’ll likely also be talking about her other projects as well.
Intro by Jennifer Kelly
Jennifer Kelly: I missed No Home in 2019, so I was somewhat surprised by The Collective’s abrasive, beat-driven sound though I guess you could make connections to Sonic Youth’s Cypress Hill collaboration?
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The more I listen to it, though, the more it makes sense to me. I’ve always liked the way Gordon plays with gender stereotypes, and “I’m a Man” certainly follows that trajectory. What are you guys hearing in The Collective?
Jonathan Shaw: I have only listened through the entire record once, but I am also struck by its intensities. Sort of silly to be surprised by that, given so many of the places she has taken us in the past: noisy, dangerous, dark. But there's an undercurrent of violence to these sounds that couples onto the more confrontational invocations and dramatizations of sex. It's a strong set of gestures. I like the record quite a bit.
Bill Meyer: I'm one of those who hold Body/Head to be the best effort of the post-Sonic Youth projects, but I'll also say that it's very much a band that creates a context for Gordon to do something great, not a solo effort. I was not so taken with No Home, which I played halfway through once upon its release and did not return to until we agreed to have this discussion. I've played both albums through once now, and my first impression is that No Home feels scattered in a classic post-band-breakup project fashion — “let's do a bit of this and that and see what sticks.” The Collective feels much more cohesive sonically, in a purposeful, “I'm going to do THIS” kind of way.
Jonathan Shaw: RE Jennifer's comment about “I'm a Man”: Agreed. The sonics are very noise-adjacent, reminding me of what the Body has been up to lately, or deeper underground acts like 8 Hour Animal or Kontravoid's less dancy stuff. Those acts skew masculine (though the Body has taken pains recently to problematize the semiotics of those photos of them with lots of guns and big dogs...). Gordon's voice and lyrics make things so much more explicit without ever tipping over into the didactic. And somehow her energy is in tune with the abrasive textures of the music, but still activates an ironic distance from it. In the next song, “Trophies,” I love it when she asks, “Will you go bowling with me?” The sexed-up antics that follow are simultaneously compelling and sort of funny. Rarely has bowling felt so eroticized.
Jennifer Kelly: I got interested in the beats and did a YouTube dive on some of the other music that Justin Raisen has been involved with. He's in an interesting place, working for hip hop artists (Lil Yachty, Drake), pop stars (Charli XCX) and punk or at least punk adjacent artists (Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Viagra Boys), but nothing I've found is as raw and walloping as these cuts.
“The Candy House” is apparently inspired by Jennifer Egan's The Candy House, which is about a technology that enables people to share memories... Gordon is pretty interested in phones and communications tech and how that's changing art and human interaction.
Andrew Forell: My immediate reaction to the beats was oh, The Bug and JK Flesh, in particular the MachineEPs by the former and Sewer Bait by the latter. Unsurprisingly, as Jonathan says, she sounds right at home within that kind of dirty noise but is never subsumed by it
Jennifer Kelly: I don't have a deep reference pool in electronics, but it reminded me of Shackleton and some of the first wave dub steppers. Also, a certain kind of late 1990s/early aughts underground hip hop like Cannibal Ox and Dalek.
Bryon Hayes: Yeah, I hear some Dalek in there, too. Also, the first Death Grips mixtape, Ex-Military.
It's funny, I saw the track title “I'm a Man,” and my mind immediately went to Bo Diddley for some reason, I should have known that Kim would flip the script, and do it in such a humorous way. I love how she sends up both the macho country-lovin’ bros and the sensitive metrosexual guys. It's brilliant!
This has me thinking about “Kool Thing”, and how Chuck D acts as the ‘hype man’ to Kim Gordon in that song. I'm pretty sure that was unusual for hip hop at the time. Kim's got a long history of messing with gender stereotypes.
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Bill Meyer: Gordon did a couple videos for this record, and she starred her daughter Coco in both of them. The one for “I'm A Man” teases out elements of gender fluidity, how that might be expressed through clothing, and different kinds of watching. I found the video for “Bye Bye” more interesting. All the merchandise that's listed in the video turns out to be a survival kit, one that I imagine that Gordon would know that she has to have to get by. The protagonist of the video doesn't know that, and their unspoken moment in a car before Coco runs again was poignant in a way that I don't associate with her work. And of messing with hip hop!
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Tim Clarke: “Bye Bye” feels like a companion to The Fall’s “Dr Buck’s Letter.”
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Bill Meyer: From The Unutterable? I'll have to a-b them.
Tim Clarke: That’s the one.
Jonathan Shaw: All of these comments make me think of the record’s title, and the repeated line in “The Candy House”: “I want to join the collective.” Which one? The phone on the record’s cover nods toward our various digital collectives — spaces for communication and expression, and spaces for commerce, all of which seem to be harder and harder to tell apart. A candy house, indeed. Why is it pink? Does she have a feminine collective in mind? A feminine collective unconscious? The various voices and lyric modes on the record suggest that's a possibility. For certain women, and for certain men working hard to understand women, Gordon has been a key member of that collective for decades.
Jennifer Kelly: The title is also the title of a painting from her last show in New York.
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The holes are cell phone sized.
You can read about the show here, but here's a representative quote: “The iPhone promises freedom, and control over communication,” she says. “It’s an outlet of self-expression, and an escape and a distraction from the bigger picture of what’s going on in the world. It’s also useful for making paintings.”
Gordon is a woman, and a woman over 70 at that — by any measure an underrepresented perspective in popular culture. However, I’d caution against reading The Collective solely as a feminist statement. “I'm a Man,” for instance, is told from the perspective of an incel male, an act of storytelling and empathy not propaganda. My sense is that Gordon is pretty sick of being asked, “What's it like to be a girl in a band?” (per “Sacred Trickster”) and would like, maybe, to be considered as an artist.
It's partly a generational thing. I'm a little younger than she is, but we both grew up in the patriarchy and mostly encountered gender as an external restriction.
As an aside, one of my proudest moments was when Lucas Jensen interviewed me about what it was like to be a freelance music writer, anonymously, and Robert Christgau wrote an elaborate critique of the piece that absolutely assumed I was a guy. If you're not on a date or getting married or booking reproductive care, whose business is it what gender you are?
There, that's a can of worms, isn't it?
Jonathan Shaw: Feminine isn't feminist. I haven't listened nearly closely enough to the record to hazard an opinion about that. More important, it seems to me the masculine must be in the feminine unconsciousness, and the other way around, too. Precisely because femininity has been used as a political weapon, it needs imagining in artistic spaces. Guess I also think those terms more discursively than otherwise: there are male authors who have demonstrated enormous facility with representing femininity. James, Joyce, Kleist, and so on. Gordon has always spoken and sung in ways that transcend a second-wave sort of feminine essence. “Shaking Hell,” “PCH,” the way she sings “I Wanna Be Your Dog.”
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Jennifer Kelly: Sure, she has always been shape-shifter artistically.
The lyrics are super interesting, but almost obliterated by noise. I’m seeing a connection to our hyperconnected digital society where everything is said but it’s hard to listen and focus.
Bill Meyer: Concrete guy that I am, I’ve found myself wishing I had a lyric sheet even though her voice is typically the loudest instrument in the mix.
Andrew Forell: Yes, that sense of being subsumed in the white noise of (dis)information and opinion feels like the utopian ideal of democratizing access has become a cause and conduit of alienation in which the notion of authentic voices has been rendered moot. It feels integral to the album as a metaphor
Christian Carey: How much of the blurring of vocals (good lyrics — mind you) might involve Kim’s personal biography, I wonder? From her memoirs, we know how much she wished for a deflection of a number of things, most having to do with Thurston and the disbandment of SY.
Thurston was interviewed recently and said that he felt SY would regroup and be able to be professional about things. He remarked that it better be soon: SY at eighty wouldn’t be a good look!
Andrew Forell: And therein lies something essential about why that could never happen
Ian Mathers: I know I’m far in the minority here (and elsewhere) because I’ve just never found Sonic Youth that compelling, despite several attempts over the years to give them another chance. And for specifically finding Thurston Moore to be an annoying vocal presence (long before I knew anything about his personal life, for what it's worth). So, I’m in no hurry to see them reunite, although I do think it would be both funny and good if everyone except Moore got back together.
Having not kept up with Gordon much post-SY beyond reading and enjoying her book, I wasn’t sure what to expect from this record. After a couple of listens, I’m almost surprised how much I like it. Even though I’m lukewarm on SY’s music, she’s always been a commanding vocal presence and lyricist and that hasn’t changed here (I can echo all the praise for “I’m a Man,” and also “I was supposed to save you/but you got a job” is so bathetically funny) and I like the noisier, thornier backing she has here. I also think the parts where the record gets a bit more sparse (“Shelf Warmer”) or diffuse (“Psychic Orgasm”) still work. I've enjoyed seeing all the comparisons here, none of which I thought of myself and all of which makes sense to me. But the record that popped into my head as I listened was Dead Rider’s Chills on Glass. Similar beat focus, “thick”/distorted/noisy/smeared production, declamatory vocals. I like that record a lot, so it's not too surprising I'm digging this one.
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Jennifer Kelly: I loved Sonic Youth but have zero appetite for the kind of nostalgia trip, just the hits reunion tour that getting back together would entail.
Jonathan Shaw: Yeah, no thanks to that.
RE Christian's comment: Not sure I see deflection so much as the impossibility of integration. We are all many, many selves, always have been. Digital communications interfaces and social media have just lifted it to another level of experience. Gordon sez, “I don't miss my mind.” Not so much a question of missing it in the emotional/longing sense, more so acknowledging that phrases like “my mind” have always been meaningless. Now we partition experience and identity into all of these different places, and we sign those pieces of ourselves over, to Zuck and the algorithms. We know it. We do it anyways, because it's the candy house, full of sweets and pleasures that aren't so good for us, but are really hard to resist. “Come on, sweets, take my hand...”
Bill Meyer: I would not mind hearing all of those SY songs I like again, can’t lie, although I don’t think that I’d spend Love Earth Tour prices to hear them. But given the water that has passed under the bridge personally, and the length of time since anyone in the band has collaborated creatively (as opposed to managing the ongoing business of Sonic Youth, which seems to be going pretty well), a SY reunion could only be a professionally presented piece of entertainment made by people who have agreed to put aside their personal differences and pause their artistic advancement in order to make some coin. There may be good reasons to prioritize finances. Maybe Thurston and/or Kim wants to make sure that they don’t show up on Coco’s front door, demanding to move their record or art collection into her basement, in their dotage. And Lee’s a man in his late 60s with progeny who are of an age to likely have substantial student loan debt. But The Community is just the kind of thing they’d have to pause. It feels like the work of someone who is still curious, questioning, commenting. It's not just trying to do the right commercial thing.
Justin Cober-Lake: I’m finding this one to be a sort of statement album. I’d stop short of calling it a concept album, but there seems to be a thematic center. I think a key element of the album is the way that it looks for... if not signal and noise, at least a sense of order and comprehensibility in a chaotic world. Gordon isn’t even passing judgment on the world — phones are bad, phones are good, phones make art, etc. But there’s a sense that our world is increasingly brutal, and we hear that not just in the guitars, but in the beats, and the production. “BYE BYE” really introduces the concept. Gordon’s leaving (and we can imagine this is autobiographical), but she’s organizing everything she needs for a new life. “Cigarettes for Keller” is a heartbreaking line, but she moves on, everything that makes up a life neatly ordered next to each other, iBook and medications in the same line. It reminds me of a Hemingway character locking into the moment to find some semblance of control in the chaos.
Getting back to gender, there’s a funny line at the end: one of the last things she packs is a vibrator. I'm not sure if we're to read this as a joke, a comment on the necessity of sexuality in a life full of transitory moments, as a foreshadowing of the concepts we’ve discussed, or something else. The next item (if it’s something different) is a teaser, which could be a hair care product or something sexual (playing off — or with — the vibrator). Everything's called into question: the seriousness of the track, the gender/sexuality ideas, what really matters in life. Modern gadgets, life-sustaining medicines, and sex toys all get equal rank. That tension really adds force to the song.
Coming out of “BYE BYE,” it's easy to see a disordered world that sounds extremely noisy, but still has elements we can comprehend within the noise. I don’t want to read the album reductively and I don't think it's all about this idea, but it's something that, early on in my listening, I find to be a compelling aspect of it.
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caliburn-the-sword · 7 months
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winter thoughts chapter 14-25
still not enough scarlet. miss marissa meyer why would you do this to me
"she’d also noticed how Thorne stood a little straighter in Kai’s presence, like he wanted the emperor to be impressed by him" back on spreading my bisexual thorne agenda again LMAO
now why do i suspect that cress will end up back with the shells at some point??? it would be interesting to see her since they're like kin to her, especially since she was spared/worse off than them. i'd LOVE to see her perspective
cress' development from pretending to be brave to BEING brave <3 fake it til you make it queen (she's just like me fr)
damn thorne is like actually self conscious
kai is such a dumb bitch WHY WOULD HE LEAVE ALL HIS ANDROIDS BEHIND??? he should have brought a reprogrammed escort droid as a bodyguard for when levana inevitably does something horrible. in fact ALL of the earthen leaders should have escort droid bodyguards
omg does anyone other than scarlet know wolf's name or do they all straight up think that fresh out the womb his parents just named him wolf LOL (given the names of the girls that might just be a regular name. but then that begs the question: is wolf choosing wolf as a wrestling name or whatever the equivalent of a wrestling champion going in as "kyle" and nothing like going in being called skullcrusher???)
excited for winter to meet kai. these royal kids are interesting
okay after the bleeding walls winter/jacin scene i understand why one would be a fan of the hurt/comfort trope. that was very tender and sweet
DING DING DING DING DING ALARM BELLS GOING OFF IN MY HEAD WHY IS AIMERY CLOSING THE DOOR JAIL JAIL JAIL
EWWWWWW someone play sixteen by ayesha erotica. YIKES. DUDE SHE IS 17. I'M 17 AND CAN'T IMAGINE GETTING MARRIED. ESPECIALLY TO A HOWEVER OLD AIMERY IS. EWWWWW
got it, marissa meyer!! huge age gaps are only bad when it's a character we don't like. seriously i'm trying to figure out the range where meyer goes okay this is creepy af. because 4 years between cresswell is fine by her standard, but 10 years between levana and evret is not. i'm not too sure about the gap between winter and aimery but i'm assuming that aimery's gotta be more than 4 years older than her as according to these arbitrary rules. yikes (this isn't anti marissa meyer because she CLEARLY decides to be better judging by renegades which didn't have any weird age gaps from what i can remember)
it's okay kai we're all captivated by winter
WINTER WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT. SO completely icky that levana is marrying someone her own stepdaughter's age. but now i think it would be hilarious for kai and levana to get married, just so that i can call him a dilf
i hope that it takes them a while to clear up that jacin is actually on the rampion's side. just because i like drama. would like to see someone punch him in the face ~as a treat~ (this makes it sound bad but i SWEAR i don't hate him, it's just like i said for kai i like a man that's battered and bruised)
thank GOODNESS levana is searching the ship. i would not have had respect for her as an antagonist if she would be this easily fooled by a group of teenagers. i can't wait to see how they get out of this pickle
i love to see cinder as confident in her identity as a cyborg <3
damn thorne took all that "be the man cress wants you to be" shit seriously. self sacrificing bastard. hopefully he gets thrown in with scarlet
nevermind thorne is back lol
I KNEW IT. SEPARATED FROM CRESS. CRESS IS GONNA END UP EITHER WITH SCARLET OR WITH THE SHELLS
i LOVE how winter uses the fact that people underestimate her to her advantage. i honestly thought she was gonna have cress turned into another pet. this was nice as well. she must have quickly realised that cress was a shell and that was the only form of protection that she could afford her
because wolf's home has flowers planted outside it, one or both of his parents are gonna die to be all symbolic of how he can't reclaim his past and needs to move on with his future
was gonna make a "marissa meyer stop holding scarlet hostage i need another appearance of her immediately" and realised oh wait scarlet essentially IS being held hostage LMAO. if i don't get a scarlet pov chapter soon i'm gonna make like thorne when the soap got replaced and RIOT
@eddisfargo @francforever @winterrhayle @winterpinetrees @shellyseashell
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saywhat-politics · 2 years
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Rosie O’Donnell joined Late Night With Seth Meyers on Tuesday, where she spoke about what was missing from the hit 1992 film A League of Their Own, and why the movie failed to address the sexuality of the players, some of whom were part of the LGBTQ community.
“Society has changed so much, people don’t realize,” O’Donnell said. “They say, ‘Why didn’t Penny [Marshall] add that?’ Well, in 1991 when we were shooting it, nobody was out. K.D. Lang wasn’t out, right? I mean, it was a different time.”
O’Donnell also spoke about meeting some of the athletes that the film was based on who played in the league.
“We would meet the original members of the Peaches,” O’Donnell said, and they’d be like, you know, 88, and say, ‘This is my, um, roommate, Betsy.’ I’m like, ‘Oh, hi, Betsy. Obviously you played shortstop.’ She was like, ‘Yeah, I did.’ And I’m like, ‘OK, and how long have you guys been roommates?’ ‘Oh, 52 years.’ You know?”
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This isn't something I talk about a lot, but it's inportant for context.
I was an extremely suicidal kid, but only due to circumstances rather than depression. Every day when I got home from school, I was beaten (along with 3 of my other adopted siblings) by our adoptive parents.
EVERY
FUCKING
DAY
For 15 years, we had to deal with it, and we all found Solice in works from artists, one of my siblings preferred Jk Rowling, another preferred Stephane Meyer, and the other preferred music.
My first year of middle school, I was full well and prepared to kill myself at any given moment. I didn't see any end to the torment, but then I found the graphic novel section in our school's library. I read Kingdom Hearts, .Hack, and various TokyoPop titles, but then I stumbled upon 3 little Red books with a character strangley similar to Son Wukong in human form on the cover. I read them, and became obsessed. That was the original Dragon Ball Manga. It was goofy, had some very rated R jokes, but it was a blast. I read the entire series online by the time the second quarter of school rolled around.
Now I didn't realize the story continued until Dragon Ball Z Kai started airing on nicktoons.
And I watched, EVERY EPISODE AND MOVIE THAT AIRED.
It was my motivation. It kept me going.
"I can't kill myself, DBZKai still hasn't done the buu arc yet and theres talk of more movies and shows coming soon. They're gonna be doing GT next."
It wounds stupid I know, but I was a kid and that's all it took.
Now modern day, I turn 25 soon, and I am still keeping up on all things DBZ. I play all the games, have every episode and movie ever aired or released on DVD, and a digital copy of every book. (Including "That time I woke up as Yamcha").
Last night after a 10 hour shift at work, I got home, laid down in bed, and started playing mobile games to help me wind down. (It works for me, idk why).
Right when I was about to doze off, I get a text from from a co-worker who also liked DBZ. The text broke me. It was like I had lost something very important to me.
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Akira Toriyama has worked himself to death at age 68. Died from a blood clot to the brain on March 1st.
I'll never get the chance to tell him "Thank you, for all you've done for me."
He changed my life. He made it better, made it easier to get through all hardships, even now.
I don't want him to go.
I just wish I had 1 more chance to tell him how much he impacted my life, as well as others.
Rest in peace, Akira Toriyama. You created a legacy, and you will be severely missed.
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Spring Awakening Fandom Tag
(By @winter-asleepening, tagged (kinda) by @feelssogoodinmyarms )
sorry for this being long and for jumping in on this out of nowhere, i got excited and i missed talking about this show now that i’m once again in my yearly spring awakening phase thanks to seeing a local production yesterday :)
1. How were you introduced to the show?
i was an emo kid trying to find musicals i liked bc i started doing theater in high school, i saw american idiot was made into a musical, and followed the john gallagher jr rabbit hole to a b00tl3g of obc spring awakening. this happened to be in 2014 and when i heard about dwsa on broadway i conned my mom into taking me to nyc to see it (i didnt tell her how sexual it was i just said “it’s about teens coming of age in germany set to rock music” and she had Words for me during that intermission lol)
2. Seen a production live?
yes, four: dwsa, a local college production, and two productions at local theater companies in the areas i’ve lived
3. Dream role/character you relate to most
y’all already know it’s moritz…. i imprinted on him when i was 14 and have never stopped being obsessed with him as a character. but i think it’s more likely i’d get the chance to play ilse before moritz and i would love to play ilse as well
4. Favorite male character
mort steeple :) i have never gotten enough of this dude, ever
5. Favorite female character
wendla <3 she’s such a good character when she’s played with the right amount of joy, stubbornness, and curiosity
6. Deaf West Revival or Original Broadway Cast?
dwsa all the way. i appreciate obc for what it is but dwsa is my definitive best revival/adaptation ever ever ever
7. Favorite song
comet on its way :) christ such a whole, like, deal 🙄😏
but if you force me to pick “a real song” that “is actually in the show” then… i think a production that has a really good “and then there were none” is killer bc it means 1. they’re focusing on my favorite boy moritz and 2. they have an adult woman who plays fanny gabor compassionately but flawed in a way that underscores the show’s themes around adults not trusting kids with their own minds and bodies. which i greatly enjoy
8. Least favorite song
this is unfair of me bc it never fails to make me cry and it has one of my favorite lyrics ever in it (window by window you try and look into this brave new you that you are) but it’s “the guilty ones” bc i think “there once was a pirate” is better. my hot take is that dwsa is only version of spring awakening i’ve ever seen where i actually prefer their use of guilty ones instead of pirate
9. Favorite quote/line
musical: so maybe i should be some kind of laundry line / hang their things on me / and i will swing ‘em dry / you just wave in the sun through the afternoon / and then see / they come to set you free / beneath the rising moon - don’t do sadness it’s just such an evocative description of feeling hopeless against all the pressures of life and perfectly encapsulates being 15 and desperate and just wanting a little bit of relief. plus the way daniel durant and alex boniello performed this is so killer. moritz stiefel i love you
play: “don’t let’s be sad […] if we recall this in thirty years, perhaps we shall make fun of it.——and yet everything is so beautiful. the mountains glow; the grapes hang before our mouths and the evening breeze caresses the rocks like a playful flatterer.” from hans in the vineyard scene. augh it’s just so tender and lovely in a way that the musical doesn’t have the time/ability to address, with the acknowledgement that yes this moment is temporary and who knows if ernst and hanschen will “make it”. and yet. everything is so beautiful. also PROOF THAT HANSCHEN ISNT A CREEP OR MANIPULATIVE HE IS ALSO A TEEN BOY IN LOVE FUCK YOU STEVEN SATER
10. Favorite TV performance
always and forever dwsa touch me on seth meyer i have seen it at least two hundred times and i’m not exaggerating
11. Favorite cast member(s)
daniel durant always always always. he is such a talent i’m so glad his career seems to be taking off, he’s genuinely one of the best actors i’ve ever seen in my whole life.
12. Favorite cast member moment
can i say 1st national tour cabaret where the boys performed comet on its way in order to bring up comet on its way again. if not it’s when i gave daniel durant a painting of him as moritz at stage door and i was a shy anxious teen who learned just enough asl to say “hi” and “thank you” and “will you sign my playbill please” and he was SO sweet to me and lovely and he hugged me and i know actors do that kind of shit all the time and i’m sure he doesn’t remember it but it really made my whole life when it happened :’)
13. Do you write fan fiction?
not outside of personal catharsis pieces that have never seen the light of day. i made an aloto/vineyard scene web weaving post though that i do think goes hard
14. Do you make fan art?
i still love the moritz and then there were none piece i did a few years ago but i haven’t done a whole lot past that… that may change though i want to get back into drawing
15. Do you cosplay?
no, but spring awakening costumes have 10000% influenced my real life fashion and hair decisions. lol
16. Don’t do Sadness or Blue Wind?
i just saw this GORGEOUS performance of dds/bw where ilse sobbed through her verse of blue wind and the rest of the cast like gathered around her and slowly peeled away to represent her memory/longing for real connection and the reality of her never really having that at all, and really underscoring that her spoken lines about her new life in the artist’s colony and wanting to take moritz home are just posturing to hide how lonely she is… so right now i think blue wind
17. Word of Your Body or the Reprise?
reprise when it’s done earnestly, but i do really love the lyrics in woyb
18. Touch Me or My Junk?
my junk! i love seeing the different ways it’s staged between georg and hanschen and the girls, plus it’s the only time the girls get to be horny
19. Explain the Song of Purple Summer
it’s a metatextual message from the story of spring awakening to the audience that underscores the themes of open and honest communication being the key to healthy people and relationships, it’s asking the adults in the audience to believe children (when they say they’re gay, when they ask for information and want to be given all of it, when they ask for help and say they want to die), it’s a message of hope to the kids in the seats who relate too much to the kids on stage, telling us that it will get better
20. Explain the Song of Purple Summer (wrong answers only)
horses fuck and have foal babies idk <3
that was very fun thank you for indulging me. if any of mine olde spring awakening/dwsa mutuals are still around please consider this me tagging you <3
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what's the song that plays during glasshouse also is it possible to share a list of songs/music that's not known much in the series
NOBODY MOVE THIS IS MY TIME I HAVE AN EXCUSE TO MAKE A MASTERPOST OF THE VICE VERSA SOUNDTRACK AKA THEE BEST SOUNDTRACK IN TELEVISION HISTORY SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO HERE WE GO!!!!!!!!!!
OFFICIAL OST
have i found – sea tawinan
the key – jimmy jitaraphol, sea tawinan
complicated – indy thanathat
by my side – jimmy jitaraphol
madly in love – jimmy jitaraphol, sea tawinan
INSERT SONGS
miracle – sofa [it’s the one that puen sings at the bar in episode 2 and that talay sings back to him at the beach in our skyy episode 2]
love – paradox [talay sings an acoustic version of it to puen in episode 6]
city – three man down [hourglass hug in episode 12] (SORRY BUT THIS WILL ALWAYS BE A PUENTALAY SONG TO ME)
INSTRUMENTALS
actually let me just say something real quick before moving on: this is by no means a comprehensive list as 1) i’ve decided to leave out the upbeat tracks to focus on the more emotional and meaningful ones, 2) i’ve put only the ones that were recognized by two different music identifier apps, and 3) there are genuinely SO MANY instrumental songs in this show and they can change SO QUICKLY (only in the glasshouse scene at the end of episode 4 they used 5 different tracks ;;;;;; [AND YOU CAN BET I PUT THEM ALL IN THIS LIST]) so it’s hard to recognize every single one of them. i definitely missed a lot and i also didn't specify all the scenes you can find a specific song in, but hopefully this still can be a good starting point.
speak without words – we dream of eden, christopher galovan [puen wearing the bucket hat in episode 1]
the echo of you – at the end of time, nothing [‘what if i have a problem one day? who should i go to?’ ‘me.’ in episode 2 // 'don't tell me after spending time together, we turn out to be each other's portkeys.' 'if it's you, i'm okay.' in episode 3]
beautiful days, faraway – itay kashti [drunken kiss in episode 2]
i love clouds - rymdklang soundtracks ['to be my wife, you must endure.' in episode 2]
once every 20 years – at the end of times, nothing [talay and puen meeting at the park in episode 2 // nivea bathtub scene (my beloved) in episode 3 // greyllery kiss in episode 8 // beach kiss in our skyy episode 2]
shooting star – rachel meyer [puen repeating a line from the movie to talay in episode 3 // talay under the rain in episode 4 // ‘do we get along well?’ in episode 7]
elusive dream – at the end of time, nothing [shy puen in episode 4 // snow falling in episode 5]
distant echo - jakob ahlbom [puen and talay drawing on each other's back in episode 4 // talay saying what he missed about puen in episode 6 // 'where there's you, there's me.' in episode 8 // puen giving talay the friend credits folder and shirt in episode 12]
wind land – TURPAK [‘so? will they fall in love?’ ‘i guess they will.’ in episode 4 // puen directing talay in episode 8]
holding on to hope – christopher galovan [‘are you hitting on anyone right at the moment?’ in episode 4 // puen and talay recreating a scene from their movie in episode 9]
flight of the inner bird – yehezkel raz, sivan talmor [‘how about we fall in love with each other?’ in episode 4]
pulchra – at the end of times, nothing [‘been waiting for you’ in episode 4]
and they call me daddy - christian andersen [puen apologizing to talay at the glasshouse in episode 4 // talay learning puen's past from pang in episode 9 // talay remembering puen singing to him in episode 11] (DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE THAT PUEN SAYS 'sleep on daddy's lap here' WHILE THIS SONGS PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AND BY HATE I MEAN I WANT TO KISS PìX ON THE MOUTH)
love - ben winwood ['there's one more thing about the characters that i don't understand.' in episode 4] (GOES INSANE)
the ground after a summer rain - at the end of times, nothing [glasshouse kiss in episode 4] (GETS DRAGGED INTO A PADDED ROOM)
materialising – of water [puen asking talay to move in with him in episode 5 // puen hugging talay to sleep in episode 6]
glimmer light – amaranth cove [‘i freaking missed you’ in episode 6]
distant shores – amaranth cove [puen massaging talay's ear to sleep in episode 6 // talay reaching the secret island in episode 11]
you are the reason – francis wells [almost kiss in episode 7]
everything comes to an end – of water [talay leaving friend credits in episode 7 // 'where is the person who promised to go back with me?' in episode 9]
heavy clouds drawn back – be still the earth [talay meeting puen on the way to the secret island in episode 9]
the sky is no limit – at the end of times, nothing [bucket hat reveal in episode 9 // talay reading puen's 'wish' in episode 11 // 'without work, i can survive. without him, i can't.' in episode 12] (NEEDS TO BE HEAVILY SEDATED)
telekinesis – tellsonic [bathtub kiss in episode 10]
any given place – of water [talay at the glasshouse in episode 11]
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Just saw your comments on boardwalk empire not being great 😅 do you have any general show recs?
Also that's so interesting that your German didn't translate into understanding the Yiddish in the show, as I have the reverse in a way? I'd be curious about the style of Yiddish they chose for the show (though I'm guessing it wasn't used a lot throughout), as if they were showing early Jewish gangsters I think they'd have a more Russian "Lithuanian" variant which incorporated more Slavic (like mebel for furniture), and also retained more Hebrew (so that may be why it could be hard to understand if you only had German experience).
Also sending a kiss to the Yiddish scholar anon in your inbox! 🩷
it's good to see you on again! i missed you and hope you are OK! 💕
you're right! both meyer lanksy and ben siegel (from boardwalk empire and, you know, real life) were born in the russian empire. their boss (early on), arnold rothstein, was born to an affluent ashkenazi family in new york, so he's more americanized than ben and meyer. their storylines were written with such care and attention to detail that i wonder if that also translated into the yiddish meyer teaches charlie (an italian mobster and his best friend) being regionally accurate for russian jews (which appears to be the same variant ben speaks)? if only our beloved scholar of yiddish would let us know! i did personally notice the great deal of care that went into having the italian gangsters speak regionally-accurate italian dialects ... it's impressive that a show so bad could be so interested in fidelity in those cases lol.
as for general show recs, right now i'm watching the marvelous mrs. maisel (yes because i'm simping for michael zegen after boardwalk empire lmao) and if you haven't seen it i do recommend it. talk about a crash course in jewish american history ... although obviously i can't vouch for its accuracy and i approach it with a critical lens. still, even though these characters and their lives are so foreign to me, i do very much recognize the class struggles that are highlighted by the show in their study of 1950s/60s upper west side jewish families vs. first-generation jewish families descended from immigrants who held menial jobs. the story of that class striving, of upward mobility, is deeply american and being dealt with quite well, in my view as an historian of american history. it's also just delightfully funny and i love every one of the characters, flawed as they are.
i was also delighted by the comparisons between joel's father, the first-generation american who makes everything out to be a personal attack on his jewishness, and midge's father, the erudite and wealthy professor who feels he's risen above worrying about how anti-semitism might practically impact him, because that dynamic plays out similarly in the black community. my immigrant dad is a "they hate black people" type who makes everything out to be so cynical while i also grew up around some black dads who were basically preaching for a post-racial "content of your character" view of blackness. we love comparative ethnic studies through media <3
if any of my jewish pals here have seen mrs. maisel and want to offer their criticisms/general thoughts, i'd be really grateful. a lot of my colleagues love the show, but we're all goy and i do wonder if the show is just kind of presenting to us our expectations of what we think we should be seeing? hmm ...
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The Sorcerer, The God and the Devil’s Advocate
Chapter 6/? (Next Chapter) (Chapter Masterlist) (SGDA Taglist) 
Pairing: Stephen Strange x OC and Loki x OC
Summary: OC is a lawyer visiting her best friend in New York. Will she fall for the charming doctor? Or will her neverending conflict with the god of mischief lead to more?
Tags: Post-Endgame, AU where everyone is alive and well, Eventual Smut, Fluff with some Angst, Second Person POV, No Y/N, Avenger Loki.
Chapter song: Save Your Tears - Weekend (SGDA Playlist)
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The morning of the party finally arrived. You woke up and were instantly spooked by the extra space you felt on the bed. Sophie was not there, and she had not come home yesterday night. Her side of the bed was still done. You instantly grabbed your phone, looking for her between your contacts. 
Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep… "C'MON PICK UP" you screamed as you started to freak out, walking around the bedroom. 
"Mmmh… hello?"' your best friend's super sleepy voice answered from the other side of the line. 
"Sophie Natalia Meyer! Where the fuck are you?" You screamed at her mirroring the way your mom would scold you. 
"Oh babe, everything is fine. I am sorry, I thought I would be home before you woke up. I ended up sleeping over here, it was getting too late, and the team did not think it would be safe for me to head home alone." She said, clearing her voice apologetically. 
"You should have sent me a text. I was about to call the police." You exaggerated not letting her know you woke up 30 seconds ago. 
"What is even gonna happen to me? I work with superheroes." She laughed, and you could not keep your face straight. You heard another voice in the back of the call. A male voice. 
"Sophie Natalia Meyer! Did you sleep with the GOD OF THUNDER?!" You screamed, shocked. 
"Sssh, don't scream… I did not. He just came in to ask me if I would be joining him for breakfast. Don't embarrass me. Also, Loki had the best idea yesterday: we should all go to the party together." She added in her dreamy voice. 
"That makes no sense. We will be getting ready in the city. They will be getting ready in the Avengers compound. The party is in the Avengers compound. It is inefficient. We can just see them there." You gave the most logical answer without pointing out your hatred for Loki. 
"Mmh… that is true, but I think they wanted to grab dinner." She argued back. 
"Sophie, you go to dinner with Thor and then you can pick me up. There is no need to take Loki and me as your chaperons to your dates. If you act half as dumb in front of Tony as you do in front of me when Thor is around, I am sure Tony has figured out what is going on already anyway."
"I will ask Thor what he thinks. I will call you later. Love youu," she said, cutting the call short. 
You finally relaxed, knowing your friend was okay. However, you still felt like something was missing. Stephen had been MIA for three days, and you missed his calls. Also, you were hoping to get railed this weekend. 
You wanted him to text you first and did not want the next message you exchanged to be another drunk text. You laid in bed, upset at how much space this man occupied in your mind. A bath would solve all your neediness, you decided to take advantage of the detachable showerhead Sophie's flat came with. 
...
You entered the warm water and played some classical music. As you relaxed, your thoughts went to your date night with Stephen, to his hands on your back, and the way he held you when he kissed you. 
You imagined how the night could have ended differently if he had invited you to his place. You could just imagine how ravishing the sex would be with him, how satisfied and comfortable he would make you feel. As your thoughts started to take shape, Handel's Sarabande in D Minor began to play.
Your thoughts moved in a different direction, to the way Loki annoyed you. How he towered over you or followed you around every room with his eyes. How he pressed your buttons, making you so frustrated, such frustration could be so well released in sex, you guessed. 
You disgusted yourself at the idea. You went back to thinking of Stephen, of how he looks in his button-ups, and of how he would not even ask and go down on you until you were moaning his name. How he would have only cared about your enjoyment and how the aftercare would have been fantastic. 
Your thoughts blurred as you could only moan as your climax hit you harshly. This feeling was more than necessary after so many tense days. You enjoyed the warmth of the water and the endorphin in your brain. Just as you were coming down from the blissful feeling of your orgasm, your phone vibrated, stopping the music harshly. 
Stephen Strange - Incoming Call
"Hello?" Your voice sounded flustered, almost a little out of breath. 
"Hello darling, what are you up to?" He asked. You could hear he was walking somewhere. 
"Not much, just chilling. What's up?" Your mind was still a little blurry as you tried to regulate your tone. 
"I don't know, I felt that you were thinking about me, and I noticed I had not talked to you in a while as I have been stressed out dealing with this huge issue, so I decided to call you." He chuckled cheekily, almost as if he knew what you were doing. 
"You felt that I was thinking of you?" You asked sceptically. 
"Yes, and you sound flustered by the idea, so I guess you were." You turned red at the impossible idea that he could somehow know what you were doing. "Anyway, do you have everything ready for tonight?" He asked.
"I do. I bought a lovely dress, wish you could see it." You flirted with him, still a little shameless as the dopamine ran through your veins. 
"I wish so too. Should we meet up after our parties? I am happy to pick you up." He was asking you to see him in the middle of the night after a party. You were getting laid, and he was being straightforward about it. 
"Sure, we can do that. I don't know the party's address yet, but I will send it to you as soon as I have it." You answered, still in your bath naked. 
"Send me a nice picture in your dress once you are ready. I wanna see what I will be taking off tonight." You felt your cheeks burn immediately at his words, gasping dramatically in shock.
"Stephen! Who even thought about that?! I have to go now. Talk to you later." You joked, trying to act more naive than you actually were. 
"Don't forget my picture. Till later." He said, hanging up on you. 
You giggled and blushed like a teenage girl. This man seemed a little too dreamy; there must be something he was hiding, and you could feel it.
As you were trying to relax again, another phone call appeared on your phone. 
Sophie Meyer - Incoming Call
"Hello pet", a male voice said from your friend's phone. 
"Jesus Christ, hi", you rolled your eyes, coming off your good mood. 
"Not Jesus Christ, even better. Sophie asked me to inform you that she and Thor will be heading to dinner by themselves and then going to the party. However, she does not want you to head there alone because, well, you have no idea how to get to the Avenger's compound. So I will pick you up." He spoke smoothly, almost as this was expected. You could hear the annoying smirk on his face.
"You know what? I won't even fight it. It seems like you will be a constant in my days in New York, so I won't give you the pleasure of my displeasure any longer. When will you pick me up?" You replied hopeless, giving up on your disgust for this man as it gave him so much pleasure. 
"Well, that is surprising. I will be there at 9. Wait for me downstairs." He sounded disappointed by your answer, eager to continue teasing you.
"Will do," you answered, "can you ask my friend if she is coming home at any point or we are meeting at the hair salon?"
"I am not a messenger. Call her later." He said, hanging up on you. What an asshole, so fucking rude for no good reason.
You laid in the water for a little longer. Once you got out of the bath you stayed in your rob and walked around the room, thinking of what to do before the hairdresser appointment at 5 p.m. You spent the next hour trying to figure out what you would ask the makeup artist to do to your eyes. Once you found the look, you looked at the clock; it was already 12. 
You put on some party music to get you in the mood for tonight and ordered sushi for lunch, making this your only meal of the day to ensure tipsiness and not be bloated. You ate on the ground using the couch as a backrest while you watched a re-run of criminal minds. 
Once you were done eating, you threw away the take-out and finally put on some clothes, choosing a white t-shirt and some black cuffed jeans, then laid on the couch and closed your eyes. The vibration of your phone on your stomach woke you up "hey! I am here. Where are you?" 
"What? Where are you?" You asked Sophie.
"At the salon! Loki told you that we would meet up here." Fuck this guy.
"No, he did not. I'll be there in 10 minutes," you grabbed your purse and ran downstairs after locking the door of the flat. Fortunately, the salon was right around the corner.
You got there and found Sophie outside, looking impatient. "Finally!" She shouted before embracing you in a hug. "Do you know what you wanna get done?" 
"Yes, the goal for tonight is to look like a goddess." Sophie went first as she needed to leave before 7:30 to return home and put the dress on before Thor arrived. You sat by her side as she got her hair washed. 
"Also, feel free to take Thor back to the flat. I am not gonna be coming home tonight." You winked at her.
"Oh my! How comes?" She asked, curious. 
"Well, Stephen says he wants to meet after our parties, and I guess I am sleeping over at his place," you answered, squealing excitedly. 
"He cannot come into the headquarters if he is not invited." She warned you.
"That's fine. I'll just get a cab back to the city and meet him somewhere around here." You responded, excited to get laid. 
"Oh well, that is great news, but please be careful! Use a condom!" She whispered, sounding like your scandalized mother. 
"I have an IUD, Sophie." You rolled your eyes at her, blushing slightly.
"Yes, but you don't know if he is sleeping around!" She poked your arm. 
"He does not seem like the type." You shook your head, removing the thought of Stephen with another person from your mind. 
"I don't care. Use one anyway. Are you excited to meet the Avengers?" She giggled. 
"Of course! I really hope they like me!" 
"I am sure they will! I don't know a single person that doesn't like you, honey." She answered, and you could only laugh at that final comment. Thinking about the fact that most people in London didn't really like you. 
You spent the rest of her time at the salon fantasizing about the night, talking about her time with Thor today and how excited she was for dinner. She asked you whether your opinion of Loki had changed, and you ignored the question in fear of hurting her feelings. 
At around 7:35, she left to get ready. You hugged her and told her how beautiful she looked. "See you tonight, Love, you look beautiful! He is lucky to have you as his date."  
It was around 8:20 when you were finally done. The hairdresser had done a meticulous job pushing all the hair back and creating a delicate yet goddess-like ponytail to match your warrior outfit. Your eyeshadow was dark and bold. You looked amazing, if you may say. The makeup artist and hairdresser spent 15 more minutes taking pictures of you, and finally, you headed home. You walked home quickly, knowing well Loki would be here soon. 
Not even the time to get there and start to take off your clothes when the intercom rang. 
"I thought you were supposed to be down at 9." He said, annoyed through the screen. 
"I am sorry, I am not ready. Come upstairs. The door is open. I am changing." You unlocked the door and went back into the bedroom to finish taking off your clothes. 
"Hello, I am here." He shouted, looking for you 
"Give me a second. I am changing. I will be out in a second." You got naked looking for the underwear you wanted to be seen with tonight. The dress required you to be braless and wear tiny panties, so you just went for a skin colour tiny lacy thong.
You struggled for a couple of minutes to close the dress by yourself. "Do you need any help?" The god sitting on your couch asked. 
"No, I am okay." Finally, managing to close it all the way up. You fixed your boobs and made sure your underwear was not visible in the deep slit of your dress. Then came out of the room to find him lying on your couch playing with his own magic. 
"Hello", you smiled at him politely as he stood up. His suit went from a simple black to a dark green hue matching your dress's greenish colour. 
"I cannot believe you are smiling at me." He came closer, and as he did, his cologne attacked your senses. However, this time you smelled the different hues of sweetness and wood it contained. 
"Why are we going so early? Thor and Sophie will still be at their dinner if we go now." You asked him, wondering whether parties in New York simply started earlier than the ones in London.
"Well, you want to meet the team, right? So it is better to do that before everybody else gets there. We can also stay here for a little longer and fight. You look like you are ready for battle." He joked, pointing at your dress. 
"Well, I think we look good, especially once I put my heels on. We will look like the main characters when entering the party." You were done letting him know how displeased his comments made you. You spent years living with a disagreeable man. You could fake politeness for a night. "Now, let me put my perfume on, and we can leave." 
You sprayed some Delina La Rosée and put on some earrings. Once you walked out of the bathroom, he got closer to you. Weirdly close and grabbed your chin with his thumb. "What are you doing?" You asked, confused; without moving, he bent slightly and smelled you. He inhaled and exhaled on your neck, sending goosebumps down your neck. 
"That is lovely. However, you need a necklace." Just as the words left his mouth, you felt a metallic chain surround your neck, and as you looked down, you saw a beautiful delicate tennis choker made of emeralds. 
"Now you look like my date, or at least as close as a Midgardian could get to it," he smiled at you, his eyes softer than usual. You felt your cheeks burn as he looked down at you, a small step separating your bodies.
"Want to have a drink before we go? For the nerves," you asked, breaking the eye contact and moving away, lowering your gaze to hide your flustered expression.
"I am driving you there, so only one." Being alone in this apartment at night with him felt different. There was a new type of tension. Something you could not put your finger on quite yet. You just knew you had to leave as soon as possible.
You got out a bottle of coconut tequila from the fridge. You liked your tequila cold. "I bought this bottle for the first time on vacation in Cancun. I have been ordering them since that trip because there is nothing more delicious." You served two full double shots in some espresso cups, finding nothing better.
"To tolerating each other", he lifted his glass.
"To being perfectly tolerable." You smiled at each other and downed the shot. 
"Wow, that is delicious. We should take it with us." He said, surprised by the flavour.
"No, no-no. That's only for special occasions, and I only have one bottle of it here," you responded, putting the bottle back in the fridge. "Let's go now, prince of Asgard," You mocked him, opening the door and grabbing your pochette. 
The two of you walked downstairs quickly. Loki held the apartment complex door open for you, and then you saw it parked outside the beautiful Jaguar F-Type Coupe. 
"Is that yours?" You asked. He answered by unlocking the car, walking towards the passenger seat and opening it for you. You entered carefully, trying not to crunch your dress too much and not show your underwear to the world, given the high slit. 
He got in the car, and as he entered, he looked at your lap. "Don't you think that slit is too risky?" He asked, and you looked down, noticing it had ridden up quite a bit given the position of the seat. 
"Thought I could not tempt you." You joked, trying to cover your embarrassment as you pulled your dress down. 
"I am not tempted, but I am not sure the effect it may have on the rest of the party." He chuckled, turning on the car and moving his eyes to the street.
The ride to the Avenger's headquarters was long. It took almost 45 minutes to get there, even if Loki was going way above the speed limit. He played classical music and looked very god-like, driving focused. You tried to keep your eyes on the street, not lingering on his chiselled jaw or how his knuckles whitened as he accelerated. 
You finally left the city and saw the lights in the middle of nowhere. Your stomach sunk a little bit at the idea of being around so many people you don't know. What if you were overdressed, or your dress was too scandalous, as Loki insinuated? 
Nothing you could do about it at this point. You could not ask him to take you back. That would be beyond embarrassing. He parked close to an Audi and turned off the car and with it the music. 
"Are you ready? You look pale." He looked at you and you looked away.
"Yes, I am fine. Just give me a minute. I get nervous before I meet new people." He did not take his eyes off you, moving to your hair, your new necklace and then the dress.
"You'll do great, as I said. Mortals seem to be fond of your charms. There will be, I believe, only two gods in there. One is sitting next to you, and the other is probably kissing your best friend and obviously likes you." He answered very politely, reassuring you. This was the last thing you expected from him, but it was thankfully welcomed 
"Let's go!" You smiled at him, opening the door of the car. He went around and lent you his hand so you could step out comfortably. 
Loki held your hand and put it on his arm so you could hold on to it. "It would make your friend happy to see us entering together." He gave as an excuse for this gesture. Your fingers wrapped around the soft material of his suit, feeling the firm muscle under it.
"My friend is still at dinner with your brother." You argued, removing your hand from his arm and walking in front of him until you reached the entrance.
The doors opened smoothly, letting the music transpire into the outside. This was a real party. The two of you walked up a staircase, following the nose. You felt your heart pounding in your chest as excitment and worry mixed in your stomach. Loki noticed, reaching for your hand and holding it tight, caressing the back of it with his thumb. 
You entered the party and exhaled, controlling your nerves. You let go of Loki's hand, and the show was on just like that. You walked with the confidence of the host of the party while by your side Loki tried to make himself as big as you without taking the attention from you. There were already quite a few people, you would dare to say most. You saw two familiar faces in the distance and looked at your watch. It was already 10:15. dinner must not have been too long.
Your best friend ran towards you. She looked stunning, as she always did. "My loveeee," she hugged you super tight, "You look sooo beautiful! I cannot deal! Doesn't she look so beautiful, Thor? Loki?" The already tipsy girl looked at the two gods.
Thor nodded without hesitation and smiled at you. Loki spoke up, "perfectly tolerable." He did not smile this time but somehow, his words held a different tone than the first time he said them to you. He looked at Sophie and spoke again, "Sophie, you look fantastic. It seems like my brother has already given you some Asgardian alcohol." He pointed out her rosy cheeks. 
Sophie ignored him, grabbing your arm "come with me, you have to meet everyone! Guys! This is her!" She said, approaching a group of people you had only seen on posters or on TV before. 
"Tony, Nat, Clint, Steve, Bucky, Bruce, Vision, Wanda, please meet my beautiful best friend who I have been talking about for weeks now." Everyone started saying hi to you individually. You went around shaking the hand of some of them and hugging the rest depending on how they approached you.
The winter soldier seemed like what he saw because as soon as everyone resumed their conversation, he walked towards you to talk. 
"Hello, would you care for a drink?" He asked smoothly. He was a beautiful man. He had dark hair and a flirty smile, but he was not really your type, too muscly. 
Before you could answer, you felt a hand slide around your waist. "Here you go, just what you wanted, a margarita." You looked to your side, confused, finding Loki standing there with two drinks in his hand. He handed you one. 
"James." He spoke up.
"Loki." They exchanged a look, and then Loki started to talk to him about a mission or something, completely cutting you out of the conversation. 
You interrupted them to leave. "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Sargent Barnes." You smiled at him and ignored Loki, who acted as if you weren't even there.
He tried to talk to you, but Loki started blabbering again. He could barely get a sentence out, "it was all my pleasure." You shook your head and walked away, looking for your best friend, sipping on your drink.
You found her in a corner talking to Nat and Wanda. "Hope you don't mind if I join," you smiled at them kindly.
"Oh, of course not. Sophie was just telling us how her date went," Wanda responded politely. 
"So yeah, we went for dinner and then some fans saw him and started taking pictures with him, which was cute, and he seemed happy. We headed back right away, we called an uber, and he kissed me just before we entered. It was so nice." She squealed excitedly, looking at you for reassurance. You nodded and smiled, glad to see your best friend happy.
Wanda and Natasha seemed happy for her too, which gave you some confidence in Thor's character. The conversation continued, and you zoned out a little bit. In front of you, you had Tony Stark and his wife saying hi to some of the guests. 
Wanda turned to you and asked, insinuating, "so, you and Loki?" You looked at her quickly, shocked by her question.
"There is absolutely nothing there. We can barely be in the same room. We are trying to be civil for the sake of Thor and Sophie. He was my ride because there was no other way for me to get here otherwise. My interests lie elsewhere," you laughed and went back to watching Tony. He said hi to a couple more guests, and then you saw him, and your heart dropped to your stomach.
Wanda answered your comment with something, but you did not hear it as the panic in your ears grew louder. There he was as beautiful as any other time you had seen him, in a black tuxedo with his arm sitting in the lower back of his date. His hair was styled so perfectly, and his smile was just as bright as always. 
He lowered himself to whisper something in her ear as she finished shaking hands with Tony and Pepper. He chuckled next to her ear, making her move closer and put her hand around him. The world seemed to be moving in slow motion. Sophie shook your arm and looked at you, worried. "Babe, are you okay?"
"Yes, I am fine. I am so sorry. I just have not been around this many people in a long time. I need some air." You walked away before they could say anything. You walked past Thor and Loki, who were drinking with Bruce Banner on a couch. Loki saw your face and stood up quickly, walking behind you.
You needed a window, a balcony, air. You were not mad Stephen was treating another woman the way he treated you. You two were nothing. You were simply disgusted at the thought that he would spend the night whispering and touching somebody else before picking you up to fuck you. He really was going to touch you right after touching her, which disgusted you.
You finally found a balcony and stood there, controlling your breathing. You were not gonna be upset about it. You said it yourself, all men are the same. This is why you should never fully open up to them. Always keep things to yourself, your feelings, your dreams, your goals. Don't show them anything they could break. 
Your skin felt dirty, the thought that he jumped from one date to the other. The idea that maybe he had to leave early the night of your first date because he had promised to meet her, the same way he had promised to meet you tonight. You breathed in one more time. This was not the moment to be pathetic over a man you had seen three times in your life. 
You felt a hand on your shoulder that made you jump. "Are you okay?" His voice was soft, almost velvety. He sounded worried. 
You lifted your head, breath in and out once again, and turned around, acting as if nothing had happened. You smiled at him imprudently, deciding that the best way to hide how upset you were was to flirt with the man you disliked the most. "I am excellent, Loki. You know you may think I look just tolerable, but I think you look like a god tonight," you adjusted his bowtie without breaking eye contact with him. He was confused, pleasantly confused? You were not sure. "So, my prince, why won't you let Sargent Barnes talk to me." A spark lit in his eyes as he heard your words. He was not sure what had happened, but he was into it. 
...
You walked back to the party with him and found Thor and Sophie, that seemed to be looking for the two of you. Sophie grabbed you as soon as she saw you "babe, what is wrong?" she seemed deadly worried. You must have been very pale. 
"Nothing is wrong, love. I actually saw somebody I know at the party, and I thought I would introduce you. Please follow me." You spotted him in a corner with his date and Wong. He looked just as flirty as he did when he talked to you. Your walk filled you up with adrenaline, you could hear Thor and Sophie asking Loki what was wrong, but he simply shrugged his shoulders. 
Wong was the first to see you as Stephen, and his date gave you their back. His smile faded quickly from his face. He did not have time to warn his friend that you tapped him on the shoulder. 
"Doctor! How are you?" He turned around quickly and as soon as his eyes met yours his hand dropped from the back of his date. He was staring, left short of words. "Wong! Nice to see you too!" You introduced yourself to the beautiful lady and then introduced Thor, Loki, and Sophie. 
Thor and Loki seemed to have already had an encounter with Strange, and Loki was not particularly happy about it. Strange did not take his eyes off you as he politely greeted everyone in complete panic. Sophie looked at you, connecting the dots and mouthing 'oh no' to you. You simply smiled back. 
"Well, I don't think we should monopolize your night. It was a pleasure to see you all." Strange tried to grab your attention to talk to you, but as soon as he touched your arm, you shook him off and turned to your friends. You smiled, looking at the three confused people that had followed you here "now, who wants to drink?" You shouted, grinning.
"Finally, what I wanted to hear!" Thor matched your energy as you walked together towards the bar. Sophie looked slightly concerned, exchanging a word with Loki as you and Thor bullied the bartender into getting you the bottle of Patron he had stashed under the bar. 
"C'mon! You won't say no to the god of thunder!" You told the guy who reluctantly handed you the bottle. You looked at Thor and explained to him, "you are about to try my second favourite drink. This shit makes you feel amazing, it is coffee-infused tequila, and I promise you, it was made for the gods." He smiled and nodded. This man was the godly version of his dog, entirely and thoroughly excited to do whatever you offered him. 
You started taking a shot each, then filled it up again plus two more, one for Sophie and one for Loki. "Brother! You need to try this drink! Lady Sophie, how comes you had never made me try this delicious elixir?!" He complained as you handed them each their shot. "Shots shots shots shots," you howled as everyone downed their drink. 
The party was in full rave at this point. People were dancing and playing pool. Half or more of the people were drunk. The music was so loud that nobody would be disturbed by your stupidity. You took another shot with Thor, and then a hand grabbed yours and pulled you to the side. 
"Are you actually okay, babe? What an asshole. I will get him kicked out right now. I don't care that he is the most powerful sorcerer ever. I will kick him out myself if I have to." Your best friend screamed in your ear. 
"Everything is fine! I don't care what he is. I don't care about him. He is allowed to do whatever he wants. Let's just enjoy our night." You smiled at her, kissing her on the cheek. "Now go enjoy your golden retriever date and forget about me!" You pushed her slightly towards Thor, who was distributing Patron shots to whoever came close to him. She seemed so happy around him, and that was all that mattered. 
You started to walk away, making sure to not run into Strange. Suddenly the tall, dark god was standing in your way, "Sophie told me everything," he said. Of course, she did. How could she not tell Loki how pathetic you were, how you almost slept with a guy who took another girl out the same night, amazing. 
"I don't know what you are talking about," you responded dismissive, continuing to walk. 
"I am glad I can finally put a face to the man that had you kick me out of your house. It is a little tragic, however, the circumstance. I guess even Midgardians can barely tolerate you." You stopped to look at him. He was grinning, but it wasn't honest. He didn't mean it.
"Are you trying to make things worse? Because you are. Now please go enjoy your night, and I will enjoy mine. Have you seen Sargent Barnes by any chance?" You joked, hoping to push his buttons and annoy him. 
"You should try to make him jealous. See what he missed out on." He smiled at you cheekily. "I mean, he should already know he is no longer in your favour. You are wearing a god's necklace now, pet." You wondered how Loki managed to make absolutely everything about himself. 
"Yes, exactly. I can maybe kill two birds with one stone dancing with Sargent Barnes, getting two annoying men jealous and getting them to finally leave me alone." You joked, chuckling. His dumb comments were actually improving your mood. Maybe all the back and forth with Loki was not as bad as you thought. 
"There you go. I already made you smile. Am I not a merciful God?" You rolled your eyes and smiled again. You heard your name being cast by a familiar voice and turned around. Before Stephen could step in front of you, Loki stood in between. 
"Hello, Strange." He said coldly, "how can I help you?"
"Loki, I know it is difficult to believe this, but this has for once nothing to do with you." He insulted and tried to get past him "now, either you let me talk to her or I will have you falling for the rest of eternity," Strange hinted to the last encounter between the two. 
You stood behind Loki, not wanting to talk to the Doctor, but as the tension grew, you gave him, putting your hands on Loki's back, trying to let him know it was okay. You did not want any of the two to get hurt, and although you did not understand the reference, it did not sound friendly.
"Strange, I don't want to talk to you. Not tonight. Please respect that. Go back to your date; she seems lovely, and you are wasting your time chasing somebody who does not want to acknowledge you. You can explain yourself another day. Now, enjoy your night, Doctor." You spoke up, looking at him in the eyes, spitting the words out, emphasizing your disgust as you pronounced his title. 
Then you walked away, and Loki followed you. Jesus, for somebody who was supposedly not interested, he really liked to follow you around. You decided to make the most out of it as he would not leave you alone, "do you want to have fun now?" You asked, smiling at him and grabbing his hand.
He grabbed you and started dancing with you, initially very innocently, just trying to get your minds off things. Then you went for another round of shots of tequila. Everyone was wasted at this point. You had seen Natasha and Steve sneak out. You would ask Sophie about it tomorrow, talking about Sophie, she was gone too. It seemed like most of the people you met were either busy holding conversations or had gone to more private places. 
"Body shot?" you asked Loki, encouraged by the burning feeling of the previous shot of tequila. 
"Only if I get to take it." He smirked. 
"Sure." He grabbed a slice of lime and put it between your lips, then unexpectedly moved his lips towards your neck, licking a line straight down your collarbone. You looked at him, confused. 
"I gotta make it sticky somehow, or the salt won't stay," he responded innocently, smiling at you. This drunk version of himself looked so much younger and prettier, so relaxed and charming. 
He dropped some salt on your collarbone and then grabbed the shot. "Ready?" He asked you as you nodded, holding the lime between your lips. 
His lips moved towards your neck again, and his tongue licked all the salt off your collarbone. He stayed there a little longer than he should, sucking on it so slightly, sending a warm feeling through your body. He shot the tequila-like nothing and then took the slice of lemon from your mouth, making your lips touch just so slightly. 
"How was that?" He asked. 
"You are pretty good at it. I am sure you have done it one thousand times." You smiled at him tipsy, and he put his arm around you. He was undeniably drunk, and you were too, so it did not really matter. 
You caught Stephen looking at you from a distance once or twice; however, he left early. You danced with some people and Loki, who continued to down tequila shots like it was nothing. You ended up going into another room and playing beer pong against Bucky and Sam, to who Bucky introduced you. 
They won as Loki sucked entirely at it, and you forbid him from using magic to win. He seemed very disappointed but could not stop laughing, laying his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arm around your waist and asking "what time is it?"
The party had quieted down quite a bit by this point. Between all the drama, you had forgotten to network at all. You looked at your watch and answered him, "It is 2 in the morning, Loki." His head moved from your shoulder to your neck, and he whispered in your ear, "can we go to bed? I am bleary, and that is why we lost."
Sam looked at Bucky and said, "seems like we won, but Loki is taking the price home." Bucky laughed, and you shook your head. 
"I will take him to his room, and then I'll be back." You reassured them. "Could you show me a general direction to where his room is?" you joked as Bucky came to your rescue, moving the giant man from you. 
"How much did you give him to drink?" Sam asked you, laughing. 
"Hey, it is not my fault. Loki is more than 1000 years old. He should know how much he can drink or not." You responded as Bucky walked him towards an elevator. He kept calling for you, so you guessed you would have to go with him. "See you in a minute, Sam."
"Sure, sure," he said, heading towards the sofa where Tony and Bruce were discussing loudly. 
Once in front of the elevator, Bucky guided you, "third floor, last door on the left is his bedroom". He smiled at you politely, and you entered the elevator with Loki, mouthing a thank you to the super-soldier. 
On the way up, Loki got closer to you again "are you going to lay with me?" He asked drunkenly, barely holding himself up.
"I am gonna come back to check on you before I leave, pinky promise," you said as he grabbed your face between his big hands and lowered his head. "Loki, don't do anything you will regret in the morning. We are drunk," he backed away just slightly, taking in your words. 
You exited the elevator with him, and he walked towards his room, opened the door, and you turned on the light. You got to see an inside into Loki's mind for the first time. The room was covered in books; however, it still looked immaculate in its own way. 
Loki started taking off his bowtie, his blazer, and then unbuttoning his shirt. "Do you really need to do that? Can you not like change your clothes into a pyjama?" You asked, giggling entertained by the drunk god. 
"I could, but I sleep naked, so this buys me a little more time with you. Can you help me?" He responded innocently, pointing at the buttons of his shirt. You rolled your eyes and helped him until the shirt was fully opened, and his toned chest was staring right at you. God, you were so horny and sleepy. 
"Why are you flirting with me?" You asked him before he took off any more clothes. 
"Because you are… well…" you were waiting for him to say anything but his stupid little words that he had used to describe you repeatedly. He instead moved closer to you, grabbing your hands and putting them on his chest, then putting both of his hands around your face. 
"Don't kiss me if you are not going to finish your sentence." He went in for the kiss anyway, and you pushed him away, you did not move him at all, but he was kind enough to let you go. "That's what I thought, goodnight Loki," You responded, annoyed, leaving the room. 
He did not follow you. Why would he? Instead, you went downstairs. Everyone was surprised to see you, thinking you would stay with the drunk god. You sat down with Sam, Tony, and Banner. Bucky had gone to sleep. Tony thanked you for coming and asked about your plans in New York. He let you know how impressed he was with your experience working in international treaties. You guessed Sophie had stolen a copy of your CV from somewhere. 
You continued to talk about the new developments of defence mechanisms and how they fit within the current Public International Law. You agreed with him that there was a need for change and that change needed to be controlled and supervised. Bruce asked you about London and whether you liked it more than New York. 
Sam wanted to know what was going on between you and Loki. You simply answered, "I would love to know, too, given that he still likes the refer to me as tolerable but not enough to be of any temptation." You joked, making the three men laugh. 
"Well, he looked pretty tempted if you ask me." Sam joked around. You looked at your watch. Time went by fast when you were drunk and having fun. 
"I should take a cab home. It is almost 4 a.m.," you said, trying to get up even though your feet were killing you.
"Nonsense, we have an extra room on the third floor, right in front of Loki's room, so I think you should know where it is." Tony joked, picking up on Sam's banter. 
"Oh, I don't want to impose. I will just go home." You answered politely. 
"Please just stay, do it for me so I can see Loki being absolutely embarrassed at breakfast tomorrow after pathetically trying to get with you and getting curved," Sam answered. You laughed and agreed. 
You thanked them again for their hospitality and headed upstairs. You had told Loki you would check on him before you left, but if he did sleep naked, it was not a good idea. You knocked at his door anyway, hoping he would be asleep already. He did not answer at first, and just as you were walking away, you heard the grumpy noises. 
"Come in. I promise I am not naked." He answered. You smiled at his comment and entered the room.
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Oooooohhh! 21 for the TOA AU thingy!
Tales of Arcadia Lunar Chronicles!AU
Book 21: Cinder by Marissa Meyer (#1 in The Lunar Chronicles)
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Ohohohoho.
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You have no idea how excited I am for this one. I mean, technically, book 21 is Gathering Blue, but I just made a post about The Giver, so...shh. Let's just keep that secret between you and me...and all the other people reading this post...
We're rolling with the girl power here folks.
If you've never read the Lunar Chronicles, they're basically these books set in a futuristic sci-fi world and the main characters of the books are mirrored after fairytales. So Linh Cinder is a cyborg Cinderella (and she's also a cool mechanic!), Scarlet Benoit (hehe, Benoit!) is a badass Red Riding Hood, Cress is a hacker Rapunzel living in a satellite, and Winter is a rebellion leader princess Snow White. There's also Levana the "Evil Queen" with such an interesting and sad backstory like holy shit-
There's a society on the moon (and the people there have powers) and life on Earth is whack because of this deadly and mysterious disease that is spreading everywhere. Only the moon seems to have the resources for helping fight against it.
Gods I remember being obsessed with this series in middle school.
So let's get started.
I either put Mary into the place of Cinder or I put Zoe in. Zoe fits in really well with the personality/skills, but Cinder is canonically Asian and white-washing is big enough of a problem in this fandom. Plus, I want more badass Mary content here in the fandom. You saw that girl in 3Below; not only is she a social media powerhouse, she also knows how to swing a bat. So Mary takes the place of Cinder. (Plus, I think Zoe could do well as another main character in the Lunar Chronicles...)
I don't want to dive too deeply into spoiler territory, so I'll just say, Mary doesn't have her left hand and leg, and is a cyborg.
She loves technology and connecting with others (even getting to dress up pretty), but in order to make her own money, she runs a mechanic shop. This is also to "repay her debt" to her stepmother, who blames Mary for the death of her husband.
Mary constantly tries to cover herself up in decently clothing or robot grease to bring the least amount of attention to herself.
I really don't want to dive too deeply into spoiler territory, but let's just say Mary is not what she seems (even she doesn't know it).
She falls in love with the Prince of the Eastern Commonwealth, currently unnamed because what is life.
It is really hard to make this AU.
For the other female leads in the series:
Claire as Scarlet Benoit, searching for her missing grandmother and encountering the street fighter, the Wolf(?). I'd call Jim the Hunter, but that sort of ruins the fairytale...Maybe I'll call him the Troll? Oh, but that has poor connotations...
Zoe as Cress, living a lonely life in a satellite as an expert hacker.
Darci as Winter. Honestly, I see her as being a strong leader. (And her romance with Toby? A secret romance between the guard and the princes :')).
Morgana as Queen Levana. Holy shit, I loved her story Fairest.
I know that if we really wanted to play more into the TOA lore, Zoe may just be a better fit for Cinder and Claire even for Winter, but as above, I ain't about to whitewash or racebend characters. Besides, I think Mary and Darci need more time in the limelight.
If you send me an ask with a number between 1-36, I'll respond with a TOA AU based on the corresponding book on my shelf.
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so I nominally built the new puter for Starfield, which came along with the video card as a "freebie" and honestly it really was because the price of the car was very competitive with cards that didn't have it that had similar performance and since building the computer i've spent approximately 3 hours in starfield and the rest of the time in Horizon zero dawn, Fallout, SkyrimSE, No Man's Sky, a couple hours in Baldur's Gate 3, Spore (2008) and Sid Meyer's Alpha Centuari (from 1999). And the thing I've done the most? Play digital solitaire while watching youtube videos. The big screen is SO NICE for doing those things side by side. I'm sure I'll get into Starfield at some point, but probably after the modders have their way with the user interface, because if you thought vanilla skyrim's interface was overwrought and underuseful, you ain't seen nothing yet. Also I miss being able to just, you know, pick where I wanted to land on a planet and land there, like No Man's Sky. I'm told the thing has an actual plot but like, every other game I listed has something about it that is compelling and drives you forward. I feel like Starfield started out weak and then got quickly into the weeds and setting it down for a week and coming back to it I was so lost I might as well have started over completely, which I don't have the energy for, despite starting new saves on literally everything except no man's sky.
Anyway.
My dad has spent the last 30+ years buying progressively better computers and playing solitaire on them. it's tradition.
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Dust Volume Nine, Number 10
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Older, but not a bit wiser, the Hives return
Fall comes with its smell of maple in the leaves, its intimations of mortality and, this year, its share of unsettling events—war in the middle east, AI in everything and the murder of our beloved Bandcamp by capitalist privateers.  (We are not equating these things by any means.)  Like always, we turn to music, the annihilating blare of metal, the agile interplay of improvisation, the well-shaped contours of pop, depending on our individual tastes.  We hope you’ll find something to ease your own personal burden in all this as well.  Contributors include Bryon Hayes, Bill Meyer, Andrew Forell, Tim Clarke, Jonathan Shaw, Ian Mathers, Alex Johnson, Jennifer Kelly and Ray Garraty. 
Due to technical issues we're posting this in two parts, so don't miss the second one.
Ad Hoc — Corpse (Shame File Music / Albert’s Basement)
Ad Hoc was a Melbourne-based improvising unit, an experimental outfit that should have higher prominence. It only took 40-plus years, but Shame File Music and Albert’s Basement are finally spearheading a reissue initiative. Last year saw the arrival of the trio’s sole release, the hypnotic Distance cassette. It disappeared the moment it became available. Corpse documents an unconventional live performance from the group. They prepared their instruments (guitars, an EMS Synthi AKS synth and tape loops) for performance prior to the arrival of the audience and then shut off their amps. When all were seated, the trio turned on the amplifiers and unfurled an aleatoric blast of sound. The resulting music is far removed from the ambient tone clusters of Distance. The first piece shimmers in a way that calls to mind Matthew Bower’s Sunroof project, while the latter piece bathes in guitar noise so thick that it may have influenced The Dead C’s The Operation of the Sonne EP. Ad Hoc have today’s noisemakers beat: Corpse presents itself with a freshness that belies its 1980 provenance.
Bryon Hayes
Axolotl — Abrasive (Souffle Continu)
The French trio Axolotl existed for a few years in the early 1980s, and it reflects the aesthetic concerns of its time. Guitarist Marc Dufourd’s playing betrays some acquaintance with the work of Derek Bailey and Henry Kaiser, and the fibrous tones and agile exchanges between reeds players Jacques Oger and Etienne Brunet recall Evan Parker. All three double on electronics, hand percussion and utterances. These accessories, in combination with the concentration of the album’s 12 tracks, give the music a truculent attitude and just-the-facts brevity that brings to mind punk and post-punk. This may be free improvisation, but it is improvised from a point of view, and it’s that informed attitude that makes the album worth visiting nearly 40 years after its original release.
Bill Meyer
Will Butler + Sister Squares — Self-Titled (Merge)
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Will Butler joins with Sister Squares — multi-instrumentalists Jenny (Butler’s wife) and Julie Shore, Sara Dobbs and drummer/producer Miles Francis — for their debut album. Bouncy, heartland rock garlanded with that 1980s Fairlight and Linn drum sound mixes with touches of art rock as Butler emotes wholehearted. The influence of the 20 years Butler spent with Arcade Fire is inescapable, but it feels like the quintet have also been listening to Billy MacKenzie (“Long Grass”) and Russell Mael (“Arrow of Time”) as well as Springsteen, Mellencamp and company. “Hee Loop” sounds like a mash of Paul Simon and Peter Gabriel. The themes and emotions can be big in that Arcade Fire way that’s equal parts exhilarating and exhausting, but the album works best when the band dial down the melodramatic flourishes as on “Car Crash” and “The Window,” where Butler is right in your ear, tired, disillusioned, real. This is a record I wanted to like both more and less. For every heartfelt moment and interesting musical choice, there’s a cringe-inducing gestural overreach that makes you wince. A bit like his former band but with enough promise to persevere with.
Andrew Forell
Claire Deak — Sotto Voce (Lost Tribe Sound)
Melbourne-based composer Claire Deak’s last release on Lost Tribe Sound was 2020’s The Old Capital, a fantastic collaboration with Tony Dupé. In my Dusted review I said, “There’s so much wonderful stuff going on across these seven songs that it’s a delight to revisit.” As its title suggests, Deak’s solo debut, Sotto Voce, very much sits at the opposite end of the musical spectrum. This is subtle, minimal music that softly arises out of silence and speaks an elusive language. The background to the album’s creation is Deak’s exploration of the work of two women composers from the early baroque era, Francesca Caccini (1587–c.1645) and Barbara Strozzi (1619–1677). The dominant musical elements are strings, harp and voice, with other instruments coloring the edges of these understated, starkly beautiful compositions. Across the album’s 42 minutes the music feels, at times, to be battling the entropy of erasure, struggling to be heard amid the cacophony of these overstimulated times. For that reason alone, it’s necessary to invest your attention and listen closely. The experience is eerie and transportive.
Tim Clarke
Mike Donovan — Meets the Mighty Flashlight (Drag City)
On a musical Venn diagram showing the intersecting circles of garage rock, lo-fi, and psych, Mike Donovan has set up his sandbox. With Sic Alps he veered more noisy and lo-fi; with Peacers he favored a straight-ahead garage-rock sound. On this new record with Mike Fellows, AKA The Mighty Flashlight, Donovan steers in the direction of shambolic psychedelic-pop in the vein of the Olivia Tremor Control. (To anyone who knows and loves OTC, this is obviously a very good thing.) The splashy drums and percussion tracks feel like a gestural afterthought rather than a rhythmic backbone the songs are built around, and Donovan and Fellows steer these songs into some choppy, unexpected waters. Opener “Planet Metley” is the clearest and most successful distillation of their aesthetic, offering up a staggering range of ideas in under four minutes, stopping and starting erratically, the bass roving all over the fretboard. At the other end of the spectrum, “Laurel Lotus Dub” is the kind of experiment that sounds like it was more fun to create that it is to listen back to. Between these two extremes there’s the junkshop boogie of “A Capital Pitch,” which features the hilarious line, “Hanging out on the ramparts with some dickheads in black,” the concise drum-machine and organ instrumental “Amalgam Wagon,” and the plaintive, country-flavored “Whistledown.” Wherever Donovan roams it’s usually worth following, and Meets the Mighty Flashlight is a winning collaboration that fizzes with fun.
Tim Clarke
Everything Falls Apart — Everything Falls Apart (Totalism)
“Somn” means sleep, or more poetically death. It’s the title of six of the seven tracks from Everything Falls Apart, the self-titled album from the duo of Belgian bassist Otto Lindholm (born Cyrille de Haes) and English producer Ross Tones. Those titles (numbered six to 11) and the coda “Wonderfully Desolate” tell you only part of the story of the music the pair produce. Their conversation focuses on the nuance of the Lindholm’s double bass which Tones swathes in electronic effects, stretching notes and motifs into near drones in timbres that rise from the murk like lugubrious sentinels. This is seriously heavy music but the dynamism of the duo’s understanding and interplay distinguishes Everything Falls Apart. Whilst many of the pieces focus on stasis and decay, “Somn 9” is a desert storm with clicking percussion, almost didgeridoo like growls from the bass and screeching electronic noise. On “Somn 11”, deep bowed notes support Lindholm’s move through the registers as if shaking from fitful dreams into the morning light. “Wonderfully Desolate” is comparatively unadorned, a string quartet playing against the end times, shimmers of light through the cracks.
Andrew Forell
False Fed — Let Them Eat Fake (Neurot Recordings)
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Is it accurate to call a band including members of legendary underground acts Amebix (Stig Miller), Nausea (Roy Mayorga) and Broken Bones (Jeff Janiak) a “supergroup”? It might help to note that Janiak has sung for Discharge since 2014, and Mayorga has done a couple stints as drummer for Ministry. All names to conjure with (though a few of us first encountered Mayorga as a teenager back in the 1980s Lehigh Valley hardcore scene, when he drummed for Youthquake; West Catty Playground Building forever, man). In any case, the players have pooled their talents to create this death-rocking, sorta goth, sorta post-punk record, and it’s a lot of grim, grimy fun. Most of the music is mid-tempo, grand and romantic in its gestures, but shot through with a crusty growl in the guitars and production tone. The best songs speed things up a bit; both “The Tyrant Dies” and “The Big Sleep” have compelling momentum, complementing the stakes of songs’ ideas. It's Armagideon Time, people. Here’s your soundtrack, from dudes that know.
Jonathan Shaw
Hauschka— Philanthropy (City Slang)
German composer Volker Bertelmann’s 15th album of prepared piano pieces under the name Hauschka is noticeably warmer than some of his previous works. Joined by Samuli Kosminen on percussion and electronics and cellist Laura Wiek, Hauschka continues his exploration of the rhythmic and timbral possibilities of his instrument. At times almost jaunty, there are echoes of Bertelmann’s previous experiments with melancholic atmospherics but the general tone here is welcoming and optimistic. Kosminen adds subtle effects which frame rather than obscure the piano. There’s a touch of Satie in Hauschka’s playful iconoclastic approach to the piano and his deceptively simple melodies, especially on “Loved Ones” where Wiek’s plangent cello lines sustain and decay over an allusive harmony that speaks both of innocence and experience. At the other end of the spectrum, the closing piece “Noise” builds abstract ambience from repeated piano notes, smears of cello and a quiet wash of effects as if the players are enveloped in a thick damp fog. A lovely album for both fans and newcomers.
Andrew Forell
The Hives — The Death of Randy Fitzsimmons (Disques Hives)
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There are usually going to be some questions when a band comes back with a new record after over a decade, maybe especially so with an act like Swedish garage/punk flamboyants the Hives; can they match the energy of their youth? Are they still willing and able to give us the old thrills? Or have they (and this is usually asked with a small, tasteful shudder of disgust) matured? It doesn’t take very long into first single/first track “Bogus Operandi” for the concerned listener to have reason for a sigh of relief. Anyone who used to (or still does?) blast “Main Offender” or “Hate to Say I Told You So” or “Walk Idiot Walk” should feel the galvanizing charge of a true, Frankensteinian resurrection once the riff hits. And across these not-quite-32 minutes (the brevity is also a promising sign) Howlin’ Pelle Almqvist and the boys kick up exactly the kind of racket you’d want from them, with tracks like “Trapdoor Solution” and “The Bomb” savoring the kind of gleefully dumb fun they’ve always provided (with a nice sideline in some of Almqvist’s deliberately, over-the-top awful narrators on “Two Kinds of Trouble” and “What Did I Ever Do to You?”). They even continue to throw out small, satisfying variations on the classic Hives sound like the brassy swagger of “Stick Up” and the surprisingly heartfelt thrash of “Smoke & Mirrors”. They may have killed off their “sixth member,” but the Hives are otherwise in rude health.
Ian Mathers
Islet — Soft Fascination (Fire)
The Welsh psych-electronic oddballs in Islet are on their fourth full-length now but show no signs of settling down. Soft Fascination is a bonkers mash up of dance pop, art song, hip hop, noise and folk. “Euphoria” floats a feather-light daze, a la Avey Tare, then punctures it the rat-at-tat of snare, the rifle shot rap repartee of Emma Daman Thomas. Gossamer textures of synth weave in and around the main action, snapping tight at intervals, like sails catching a hard wind. The whole thing is butterfly ephemeral with strong wires holding it up, a combination of daydream and architecture. ���River Body,” if anything, tips even crazier, with its infectious sing-song, skip-rope vocals, its tootling toy keyboards, its blasts of noise and friction. And what can you make of “Sherry” which bucks and heaves and shouts out “Ay, ay, ay, ay,” like a lost Matias Aguayar cut? “Ay, ay, ay, ay,” indeed.
Jennifer Kelly
Jute Gyte — Unus Mundus Patet (Self-released)
Unus Mundus Patet is not the most dissonant or challenging record Adam Kalmbach has released during his 20-plus-year run under the Jute Gyte moniker. But neither is this black metal for the kvlt trve believers or for the hipster-adjacent sets, be they transcendental or ecstatic or blackgazy. The songs twist and turn in on themselves, always clear in their expressions of complex musical ideas, and also — somehow, someway — listenable and enjoyable. Avant-garde? Sure thing, and likely a much more authentic iteration of that phrase’s meaning than the music many other metal bands churn out under cover of high-minded beard stroking. See the by-turns undulating and fragmenting “Killing a Sword” or the trudging, vertiginous and then utterly thrilling “Philoctetes.” Jute Gyte doesn’t make music for the background, but if you can give these songs your full attention, you’ll be rewarded. Turn it up and open the portal into somewhere much weirder and more marvelous.
Jonathan Shaw
Danny Kamins / Chris Alford / Charles Pagano — The Secret Stop (Musical Eschatology)
Free improvisation may be a little sparser on the ground in the southern USA than it is in Chicago or New York, but The Secret Stop affirms the vigor of those who participate. Guitarist Chris Alford and drummer Charles Pagano play in New Orleans, and Danny Kamins is a saxophonist from Texas; this encounter took place in the Crescent City. As even players in places like the aforementioned northern cities or London will affirm, travel comes with this territory. Their interactions display a capacity to sustain balance when the energy is high and to back off when doing so will transform the music’s tension. Kamins intersperses long, coarse tones with emphatic pops, and Alford evidences a fluent stutter that suggests he’s spent a lot of time studying James “Blood” Ulmer’s sound grammar. Pagano’s cymbal sizzle and mutating not-quite-patterns provide both forward momentum and a framework within which the action occurs.
Bill Meyer
MIKE \ Wiki \ The Alchemist — Faith Is a Rock (ALC)
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The long awaited collaboration between The Alchemist and MIKE took a sudden turn when they took on board another New York rapper Wiki who steals the show here. Both Wiki and MIKE were outcasts recording music in the vein of Earl Sweatshirt, even though MIKE was always a better version of Earl with only possibly a tenth of his fame. Knowing no rest, The Alchemist (that is his fourth collab this year) takes both MCs way out of their comfort zone, refusing to pander to the needs. MIKE and Wiki have to deal with The Alchemist’s fast and thick layered production, and it works for all of them. “Mayors A Cop” is a standout here, and Faith Is a Rock is one strong contender for the tape of the year.
Ray Garraty
Camila Nebbia — Una Ofrenda A La Ausencía (Relative Pitch)
The title translates as An Offering To Absence, which of course raises the question, what’s missing? Camila Nebbia is a multidisciplinary artist who grew up in Buenos Aires, Argentina, but has seems to have spent a fair chunk of time moving around Europe in recent years, and is currently based in Berlin. She has a sizable discography, but this correspondent has not heard most of it, so let’s just focus on the album at hand. Its 16 tracks present three facets of her work — acoustic tenor saxophone, electronically adjusted saxophone and poetry — with the first method best represented. The unaccompanied saxophone performances reveal her mastery of both weight-bearing muscularity and adroit tap-dancing on the far side of the fences that confine conventional tonality. But when she layers long tones and feedback, Nebbia becomes a one-woman orchestra transmitting heavy Penderecki vibes. The one poem included, “Dejo que me lieve” (“I let it lie”), is recited in Spanish, and no translation is offered; perhaps home is what’s not there, so she needs to manifest it creatively?
Bill Meyer
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Proposal for New MTA automobiles , vans , buses and electric trains and Mass Transit services
All trains from the A train to the F train , J Train , Z Train be changed into a newer shell more cleaner , faster and more modern trains with Television on the train with channels from NY 1 news channel ABC News Channel Fox News Channel WPIX News Channel
Joyce Meyer TV show on the train 🚆🚂
Joel Osteen on the train we already have stores in his name in New York City now we could get his show and sermons live on the train or catch the reruns on the next train if you miss your train don't miss the chance for a better life in your city and country
I just finished Joel Osteen Peaceful on purpose and rule your day two very thin books probably 100 pages book that you could breeze through going to read it again it is a easy book and I'm asking all New Yorkers to read it share it and to use it in our daily interactions with each other it will help develop a new mindset and you can enjoy your day on your way home or to work with a victorious mindset and behavior live a life of victory and don't forget to start a book club and add on Joel Osteen and Joyce Meyer in your book list in your book bag if you are a student or purse and pockets on your way to exercise .
ESPN channels with all sport shows like sports center in the train that is great for all New Yorkers erasing all tension and anxiety depression and frustration of all commuters and not to mention the upgrade for New York City and any country and cities transit system it help reduce crime and bring more businesses to those cities not to mention the millions made for the advertising industry . I see that they have a new store in NYC next to the library Disney Haunted Mansion that is going to be great for the family for the kids they are going to love it they will scream and enjoy it love it and laugh and have fun Justin Bieber song Ghost 👻 brought this all about so I want to be there . Imagine trains with views of the graffiti in the tunnels of the train station like make that a tourist attraction on the new trains for MTA you could look at the tunnels graffiti like it's a museum 🖼️🎨 art exhibit with special effects sites by MTA workers showcasing the best graffiti the world has ever seen enhancing the commute experience for all New Yorkers .
Trains running on Grand Concourse a New station the outside rails carrying electric 💡 ⚡ trains 🚂 Travel Routes include New Jersey , Connecticut , Example of New trains and their names
The Golden Eagle 🦅 The Aurora The Fury The Storm ⛈️ The Rock Climber The Great Bear The Laser The Vision The Messenger The Sunflower The Sparkle The Dynasty The Vortex The Phoenix The Knight The Hunter The Polar The Diplomat The Paradise Coast The Liberty The Jade Garden 🪴 The Frost fire The Ambassador The Hawk The Rage The Ghost 👻🎃 The Angel The Warrior
Cabin rooms doors to private cabin rooms with 4 passenger seats with Tvs in the cabin , cushion chairs with cushioned headrest and recliner chairs and modern pop , R and B , and Gospel Music , Rock and Roll stations playing over a system in the background in the cabin .
Fully carpeted train with a diner on board for fried foods and drinks and other refreshments , and restaurants on board . Salons and Barbershops on board as well as Newspaper news stands with magazines , candy and sodas lounge area for tv watching sports , the news and nature channels with water kingdoms and traveling to foreign countries channels .
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Book of the month Joel Osteen empty out the negative it means let go of the negative influences and negative people in your life that hold you back with me is to get these tyrants and puppet masters off of me and truly live the message that Joel Osteen is preaching I just read some of it from chapter 2 to 4 and wonder can I be let go of please if you other than a person that follow his message in that please let me go so I could live my life and yeah it could save your life Don't feed on poisons chapter 3 to 4 is good for you unclog your heart drink water and do light exercise just walking is a start but also clean out out your inside as well from the filthy anxiety look at the definition of anxiety , the hurting people feelings and blocking my path in my life if their is book that will save a life it would be this one book in fact get his whole collection I got all his books , Joyce Meyer and Victoria Osteen books I kinda teach now to get the voodoo and mind control off of me I don't want to think like my enemy about myself , no thanks read the book and change your life .
According to Social Psychology people and your environment make you who you are and I'm against that especially if your from an environment where people are hateful towards you verbal abusive and telling you that is the best that life has to offer you no their is a better life for you I want a new kind of community and environment it is people like me that change where we live and put the people and our community on the right path call it a new social psychology thinking like my pastor Joyce Meyer or Joel Osteen and Victoria Osteen about me and other people I only have good things for you in my heart and your future . I truly believe you have to reeducate the people and teach them to build the kingdom of God on this earth 🌍 the Muslims do try but they needed help and plus it is effecting me and my mental health and physical health and I have to speak out against it so read the book empty out the negative by Joel Osteen their books and live it out you got it from me , thank you and remember nature can be changed by nurture and nourishing yourself with love and a good education you can change your life and be successful you heard it from me you can be anything you want to be and beat any disease and incurable illness of the mind and the body especially now with the cure for HIV Aids and be freed from the curse of the death of the spirit through spiritually depressed neighborhoods read the book and love your friends family and even the stranger on the street with your words behavior and attitudes , thank you let's practice social psychology together in a better way take this words home and practice them instead of creating social schizophrenics mumbling and talking to themselves in self hatred and living less than their best potential lets treat each other better and want the best for each other each human and race period that is how it is suppose to be on this planet .
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Sorry to bother tour, but about "Anne getting naked only with Ann" from the gif, Did she really undress in front of her? Did was that written in the diaries?
That scene will be so intimate... I think I will cry when the scene happens.
hello, about my comment on the second gif here – I think in the series they're gonna show Anne completely giving herself to Ann and I do believe that it will happen only with Ann Walker. I hope the whole thing is gonna play out as a sort of proof of how much Anne really loves Ann (since – I guess – we will not see her getting this close with anyone else). I do remember an interview where Suranne and Sophie talk about this scene and how important it is in the context of the Ann(e)s relationship in the show.
In real life Anne completely gave herself to Ann – meaning she got naked with her in bed – only after Ann agreed to "marry" her.
Wednesday 12, February 1834 > Long capital grubblling so that little time for sleep – she is to give me a ring and I her one in token of our union as confirmed on Monday – breakfast at 9 – Washington came for a little while – Miss Walker’s maid not much fit for packing – I did it all – books and papers etc. etc. in abundance and had not done till 2 – then off to Shibden – Miss Walker ½ hour here with my aunt and a few minutes in my study and off again at 3 ¼ – I went with her in an hour (her own carriage and man and maid) as far as Kings’ Head Inn near Bradford – and walked back and came in at 5/50.. having sauntered up the fields – dinner at 6 ½ – coffee and then asleep on the sofa – with my aunt from 8 ¾ to 9 ¾ – then with my father and Marian and sat up talking till 10/50.. – Affectionate to Miss Walker and told her I should not be long without seeing her – she desired me not to write anything particular – she meant of affection – which I promised – I certainly feel fond of her now, and if I was once really near her (no drawers on) and she was pretty well satisfied I should be at ease – she has often said she wished to be near myself –  civil letter came this morning from Quillacq Calais, to say the plate was sent off to Laffitte's –  and tonight letter from Lady Harriet – vide Friday – fine day – a hail shower as I returned over the hills after leaving Miss Walker this evening F47° now at 11 p.m. – my cousin came gently just after breakfast – [SH:7/ML/E/16/0168]
The 27th of February is when they finally exchange rings, a gesture which tightens and confirms their union.
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Thursday 27, February 1834 > No drawers on last night – first time and first attempt to get really near her [Ann Walker] – did not succeed very well, but she seemed tolerably satisfied – Rainy morning – could not have my own carriage, and [Meyers] could not get Miss Walker’s ready till 12 – breakfast at 9 ¾ – a little French – I ½ asleep over it – off to Langton at 12/50.. – damp rainy disagreeable day – She was poorly and tired tho she had got up so well this morning – I saw there was much nervousness about going to Langton but took no notice – I asked her to but [buy?] the gold wedding ring I wore and lent her six pence to pay me for it – she would not give it [to] me immediately but wore it till we entered the village of Langton and then put it on my left third finger in token of our union – which is now understood to be confirmed for ever tho little or nothing was said – At Langton at 3/05.. only Mrs. Norcliffe and Charlotte at home – surprised but very glad to see us, and very kind and attentive – CN [Charlotte Norcliffe] had heard of my arrival from Mrs. Milne – Mrs. Norcliffe now dines at 3, that we sat down to dinner in about ¼ hour – coffee – tea afterwards about 6 ¼ – Miss Walker much please with Mrs. Henry Robinson’s blazoning and with Miss Best’s drawings – our visit went off very well – all sides sufficiently pleased apparently – came away at 7/20.. and home at 9 ¾ – coffee – sat talking till 11 ¾ – glad we went – the Norcliffes very civil to her – her shyness went off and she seemed much pleased with her visit – Rainy day and evening – On the margin, in code, Anne notes: the ring [to] Miss Walker [SH:7/ML/E/16/0174]
Being near – for Anne – means to be completely naked during sex (she does specify when she keeps her drawers on).
Keep in mind tho that in real life Anne didn’t get naked only with Ann Walker. As I said, I think this will be different in the series and we’ll see Anne getting this close only with Ann, but let’s wait and see.
I hope I answered your question :) can’t wait to see that scene by the way, I’ll be like this 🤞🙏🏻 for the whole time praying it is gonna be glorious.
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