#Barney Bones

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New Music: Thurz - Yannick Koffi In Time LP

I first met Inglewood MC, Thurz many years ago as part of a the fresh rap duo, U-N-I.

It’s dope to see how far along he has come, not only as a musician but also as an event curator with his brand, “Party In My Living Room.” I caught a bit of their curated area at Coachella this past year and it was all the vibes!

Tap in with his new album, Yannick Koffi In Time. Spanning 20 tracks, the project includes features from Snoop Dogg, Iman Europe, CS Armstrong, Tiffany Gouche, Mr. Vegas, MEZ, GLC, Kay Franklin, Barney Bones, and GLC.

Press play above and support with a download of $7. Yannick Koffi In Time was executive produced by Ro Blvd.

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Channel Tres - Berghain feat. Barney Bones

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Barney Bones- Westside Story feat. Duckwrth

Every month I listen to the majority of bands/singers/musicians/artists who are playing in Los Angeles and select some for a monthly playlist. It includes a variety of genres and usually newer work by the artist.

The song above is from Barney Bones’ 2023 album, ESCAPISM.

Below is the playlist for July 2023.

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Tracklist:

U & I • Sois Pas Pressé • Out Of Sight • Say What • Fully Loaded • Night Cruiser • Double Takes • Hide & Run • Drivin' Too Fast

Submitter's Note: This is a compilation album with songs by artists signed to Roche Musique, an independent electronic music label based in Paris, France, and other collaborators.

Spotify ♪ Bandcamp ♪ YouTube

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EP 32

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I want to see my wife (Freemind)

idk why but this request made me go back and re-doodle this thing i made 100 years ago

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You've heard of keeping up with the Kardashians🤮 but now we have KEEPING UP WITH MY HYPERFIXATION SHIPS!!

I've gone through at least 5 different ships that I've gotten BACK into in the last 2 months alone! First it was Michael and Nikia, then Ben and Leslie, then Barney and Robin, then Hodgins and Angela, then Monica and Chandler, and now I'm right back to Oliver and Felicity!🤪

Snow and Charming will be added to the list by the end of the year when my yearly Once Upon A Time binge comes along!!

I both love this life and hate it, this has CONSUMED my life!!!

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Watch "Tighten It Up - Barney Bones - DRAMA Edit" on YouTube

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Colour wheel WIP!!

I'm supposed to work on green today but. Might do it tommorow.

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Just bought another wet specimen from Etsy oh noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

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tags!

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I don’t believe in God, but I believe that you’re my saviour. PT1

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by a sweet anon 🫶🏽 / Spending your life wrapped in cotton wool, Rupert is determined to continue this treatment…

Title derived from Sailor Song by Gigi Perez.

18+ FANFIC / Protective, soft Rupert, all the good stuff. Reader character aged at 21. PT 1, perhaps?

Majestic hues of indigo and glowing blush pink decorated the horizon over Rutshire and luminous blooms of azaleas and tulips fluttered softly in the early morning Spring breeze. The Orchard, your stately home, Elizabethan and passed down through Daddy’s family for centuries, glowed mauve under the imposing sunrise. From the view of your turreted bedroom, you could faintly make out The Priory to your left, under heaving climbs of bluebells. But, most importantly, over the steep hills ahead of you, Penscombe Court stood, most extravagant and superbly grandiose. It wasn’t the building in particular that enthused you but rather the man who resided there — Rupert Campbell-Black. He had made something of a nuisance of himself recently, spending evenings in your main sitting room, emptying bottles of extortionately-priced whiskey and smoking your father’s best cigars. You had spent so many a drunken night with him that, more often than not nowadays, he was usually lay beside you in the morning, in his birthday suit and with the most tremendous hangover.

As the piercing ivory sunlight began to penetrate through the pearl-grey velveted curtains of the sitting room, you were soon frantic with panic, scurrying along The Orchard’s winding hallways in search of your car keys — your car, a candy red Porsche 911, bought as a 21st birthday gift by Daddy. But the sound of the front door being pushed open, followed by a strident bark from Barnaby, made you jump with terror. Who on Earth would just let themself in, you think to yourself. “Hello, Barney. I bought you a present, old chap. Enjoy.” A familiar voice boomed from the porch. Rupert, looking particularly suave in a sapphire blue suit, had handed Barnaby quite possibly the biggest pork bone one had ever seen. With two impressive ropes of saliva stringing from the corners of his mouth, Barnaby — your gargantuan St. Bernard, sloped off into the kitchen.

It was well established that Rupert loved dogs, but the way in which he treated your gentle giant was enough to turn the coldest heart pure. “Hello, darling. How are we today?” Rupert questioned, instinctively following Barney and pouring himself a glass of Perrier from the cooler. “Good. Can’t find my car keys.” You huff, gliding past him and rooting through the fruit bowl. His libidinous gaze followed you — my Goodness, she looks delicious, he thought. Your golden hair fell in perfectly preened waves down your olive-skinned back, with a leopard print mini dress hugging tightly at your shapely figure, red lace delicately lining the neckline and bottom hem. Both your fingernails and your toenails were painted a deep claret — Rupert’s favourite.

Making himself at home, Rupert sat at the breakfast bar, perched with crossed legs on a tall stool and flicking through The Scorpion. Emblazoned across the front page was a sorrowful image of the Cotchester Dogs Home, they’re being forced to close their doors due to their funding being cut, and it would take an absolute miracle to keep their doors open. Taking a quick glance at it, you mewl forlornly and stop in your tracks. “How hopelessly sad! What about the poor doggies? Where will they go? How can they cut funding for such an important thing?” Tears brimmed in your eyes as you moaned. Sensing your sadness, Barnaby hauled himself up and circled your feet, prompting you to scratch the perfect spot behind his ears through melancholy sniffles.

Sorrow tore through Rupert’s gut like a knife— he couldn’t bear to see you in such a state. To see your eyes filled with tears was close to death, for him. “It’s okay, angel. They’ll work something out.” He groaned, standing from his stool and wrapping a protective arm around you. If only he could protect you from every worldly atrocity, at least then he could relax. “But they won’t! And all the poor doggies will be separated, or-or even left on the street. Oh, I can’t bare it.” You sobbed, throwing yourself into Rupert’s muscular body and only feeling slightly comforted by him raking a soft hand through your golden tresses. After adequately settling you, Rupert knocked back the rest of his Perrier like a shot and began to exit the room, only hesitating to say, “I have to nip out, sweetheart. I’ll call you later.”

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It was nearing two pm when you heard from Rupert again. Studying your reflection in your hallway mirror, you yelp in delight as the receiver rang beside you. Almost tearing it from the wall to answer it, you hold the phone by your ear and feel your heart melt as your lover’s voice vibrated into your ear. “Hello, princess. I’m terribly sorry about my disappearance earlier.” Twirling a lock of hair around your finger as you speak, “It’s okay. I’m sorry for my outburst. I just can’t believe the injustice.”, you respond. There’s a pause for a moment, and you can hear Rupert shushing something in the background. “If you’re free, come up to me. I have something for you.”

Planting a gentle kiss on Barnaby’s fluffy temple, you finally locate your keys under his colossal leg, and saunter to your Porsche. The drive to Penscombe Court takes approximately forty-seven seconds from The Orchard, and your black kitten heels tremble unsteadily on the gravel driveway. Pushing open the door, you are greeted by a tumultuous cacophony of barking, and Rupert strolling towards you, a rather smug grin tugging at his lips. “Are you ready for your surprise?” He asked, covering your glinting eyes with his palms and walking you towards the garden.

Removing his palms, he revealed a large conglomeration of endearing dogs — whippets, beagles, cocker spaniels & deerhounds. All panting and wagging their tales contentedly. “These, princess, are the twelve former residents of Cotchester Dogs Home. Now residents of Penscombe Court.” The intoxicating man announced, waving his hands in glee. Collapsing in a fit of joyful tears, you throw your arms around Rupert and weep into his shoulder, before subsequently kneeling onto the grass and receiving a barrage of licks from the group of hounds. “So many beautiful pups! And so many friends for Barnaby! Rupert Campbell-Black, you are the best man.” You exclaim. If only that were true, he thought to himself, but it secretly overjoyed him that you were quite possibly the only person that thought so.

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As the evening drew to a close, the pair of you retired to Rupert’s sitting room. The fire crackled gloriously in the corner, and a herd of tranquil dogs slept soundlessly beside it. Sat upright on the squashy, sepia leather sofa, Rupert delicately traced patterns into your scalp. “You have done a marvellous thing today, Rupert.” You peep drowsily. “I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t all for you, princess. I can’t bare to see you upset.” He responded, hunching temporarily to kiss your forehead in luscious gentleness. “Nobody’s been this frightfully nice to me since father. All I’ve ever wanted is to be looked after.” You confide, and nuzzle your face deeper into his lap. “Angel, I will make it my life’s work to protect you.” Rupert responds, watching you as you rise from the sofa and sigh.

Slipping on your shoes, you pad to the front door, not needing to look back, knowing this lovesick man will follow you. “I’ll go and collect Barnaby, and we shall stay here tonight. I don’t think I can face a night without you,” You mumble, locking hands with him and shooting him those huge, innocent eyes. Rupert felt his stomach stir in desire. “I don’t mean to scare you, but I feel as though I’m falling for you.” But you needn’t have confessed. For the way Rupert’s cerulean eyes beamed with awe as he looked at you said it all. “Fall away, angel. I’m here to catch you.” He winks as he speaks, and opens the door for you, blowing you a kiss as you trudge to your car.

Knowing you’d be back in a matter of minutes, Rupert sauntered to the kitchen and flicked on the kettle. Never in his life had he felt this wave of endearment, this sense of responsibility, towards someone. But he was sure, more than he had ever been about anything before, that he wouldn’t let you down.

“I sleep so I can see you, cause I hate to wait so long.” - Sailor Song, Gigi Perez.