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blue-lollipops-and-ice-clouds · 6 months ago

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Sleep Token's "The 100 Songs That Changed Our World" Article.

(Source - photos courtesy the lovely jawsofeden)

Transcript:

100 - Sleep Token

The Summoning

(Take Me Back To Eden, 2023)

The meteoric rise of Sleep Token caught us all by surprise. At the start of 2023, the mysterious masked band were one of the metal underground's buzziest names. Led by enigmatic vocalist Vessel, they were a band to watch, for sure, but firmly attracted the niche passion of a cult following.

Then came the song that would change everything. On consecutive days in early January, the band released two singles from their third album, Take Me Back To Eden: the burning, crashing Chokehold, followed by The Summoning - and it was the latter track that would turn them into an Earth-conquering, expectation-shattering phenomenon.

Veering between depraved tech metal, soulful vocals and shimmering electronics, an enormous, hymnal chorus gave way to an Earth-shifting breakdown and screams. Intricate and groove heavy, The Surmoning was more like three songs seamlessly crafted into one genre-fluid modern masterpiece. And it still had its trump card to play: a bendy, thirst-trap, funk outro that went viral on TikTok, turning the internet intoalusty Take1 puddle. Suddenly, Sleep Token were the most talked-about band on the planet.

"THERE ARE HINTS OF EARLY SLIPKNOT THERE."

COREY TAYLOR

"It took me three listens of [The Sumroning] to realise that when they do that whole psychedelic section at the end, that it's actually the same chorus as it was before, only in a completely different way," Evanescence's Amy Lee told Revolver. "And I love it even more that. I thought they just went a whole new direction and wrote a new part, and then I was like, 'Wait, that's the same...but not at all'."

Sleep Token weren't the most obvious choice for a commercial breakthrough. The success of The Summoning, an unconventional, seven-minute, brutal shapeshifter, bucks just about every music industry trend there is.

"It's going to a lot of different places, and I think there isn't any other band out there right now that's able to do that," Judas Priest frontman Rob Halford said earlier this year.

The Summoning set a chain reaction in motion that was unprecedented in modern metal. In just a few weeks, the band saw their Spotify figures jump from the thousands into the millions. To date, the track has been streamed more than 123 million times on Spotify and 19 million on YouTube. On release, Take Me Back To Eden went straight in at No.3 in the UK and was the most streamed metal album of 2023. When the band announced a show at Wembley Arena, tickets sold out in 10 minutes.

Earlier this year, they left the metal-heavy roster of Spinefarm Records for RCA, the home of mainstream megastars Justin Timberlake and rapper Doja Cat.

"In heavy music, or even in just rock, even in the last decade or 15 years, there's so few stories of bands ever breaking through," says Health bassist and producer, John Famiglietti, who supported the band at Wembley and sees Sleep Token's success as proof metal still can resonate on a massive scale. "This is one of the few times I've seen a band go from a fucking club to an arena in six months. And I don't know the last time that happened."

It's worth pointing out that in the social media era where celebrities and artists are more accessible than ever, Sleep Token have achieved all of this on their own terms. To date, they've barely done any press, while their masked mystique is all part of the allure. Last year, fans reacted with outrage when bassist III's identity and birth certificate were allegedly leaked online, seemingly leading to a decision to wipe the band's Instagram.

"There are hints of early Slipknot there," Knot vocalist Corey Taylor told The Allison Hagendorf Show in 2023, thinking back to the early internet days before Slipknot removed their masks. "At first, we were like, 'Nope. You get nothing. This is what you get, you figure it out. We'll let the music speak for ourselves.

Today, Sleep Token are being mentioned in the same breath as potential future Download headliners Ghost, Gojira, and Architects. The only difference? Sleep Token have managed to ascend to the same level as those bands in a fraction of the time. Metal needs new superstars who will push things forward, innovate and keep the scene relevant - and with Sleep Token we have a band we can believe in. DL

#sleep token #sleep token article #metal hammer 388

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angelhummel · 2 months ago

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finished season 1 tonight cried lots and lots here's my updated s1 ranking uwu

Laryngitis

Preggers

Journey To Regionals

Theatricality

Throwdown

Wheels

Mattress

Bad Reputation

Pilot

Dream On

Home

The Power Of Madonna

Vitamin D

Ballad

The Rhodes Not Taken

Sectionals

Showmance

Hairography

Funk

Mash Up

Acafellas

Hello

i think the top 7 and the bottom 4 are pretty solid but the others are fluid like it just depends on the day but i really love them all

#glee #season 1 #angel watches glee #my thoughts #theatricality has never been so low #i still love it she just slipped a lil

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lazlolullaby · 1 year ago

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temporal temp work, a Batman Beyond and WFA style fluid comic canon crossover (but mostly Bruce amnesia recovery/character study)

Bruce lost his memory. He has no idea who Batman is, or what he's done for the past 30 years of his life.

Bruce is still a detective, despite the holes in his memory. He keeps noticing little tells, bruises, signs of lying. He knows he did something in his spare time, he's not sure what.

The batfamily decide that if it's not going to come back easily, then they should treat it as a retirement for Batman. They all came to an agreement, that they would be "as civilian as possible" around Bruce as to not put pressure on him to perform as Batman when he's not ready.

Alfred and Dick had gently explained that they won't tell him anything until he comes to a conclusion by himself and tells the family. If he gets it correct, then they can talk about it. If he doesn't, they can't. The Batcave is still open for him to find.

(he's in the world's most elaborate detective game, basically.)

in the meantime, Bruce focuses more on the company, on bonding with his suddenly large brood of kids, and legal methods of fixing Gotham.

Everyone's backstories remain similar to what the press knows. Jason's case is special, as he's dead. So Jason explains that he did survive, he was mad at Bruce for a while, so he got out to get his own place. They are slowly repairing their relationship.

Damian also flat out goes: "Yeah I was grown in a jar for the League of Assassins." and everyone nods and goes along with it. Jason even says he's seen the jar.

He even starts to bond with Tim, Jason, and Duke again over investigating crime. (well. More for the kids to solve it.)

The ones that fight the most for Batman to come back, the ones that make the most progress in getting Bruce to remember are Tim and Terry, since they were the ones that got him out of his funks in canon.

Bruce has nightmares. Despite losing the context of the fears, he still has them, he still can remember some Caped Adventures. He blames that for his nocturnal sleep schedule.

The Justice League dropped by in capes, trying to get him to remember.

Bruce gets totally suspicious that he's funding an entire space station. It takes him a week to crack every. single. founding JL member's ID, and even some sidekicks...Except Batman and his merry brood of birds and bats. (It doesn't help that the Dark Knight has been missing. no new data.)

The Gotham Rogues are starting to get gutsy. The Batfamily is stretched thin. It gets to the point where either scientists or magicians step in and try to "Summon Batman".

This is where Terry comes in. He gets summoned with Ace the Bathound. They survive on the streets of Gotham, then find Nightwing and Red Robin facing off against a Joker that's "pining for his eternal rival"

Tim is barely in danger but Terry's instincts go full throttle and he starts to roast. They see Ace has a harness with a Wayne Security badge and a license that are both dated for decades in the future.

Dick and Tim take Terry home. Say he's a friend in a tight spot, but Bruce sees right through it. Terry is the seventh black haired kid to be sheltered by Bruce and he knows it's a ploy to jog his memory. He's not having it. Terry also isn't interested in playing along with that either, instead loudly acknowledging he's got family already.

Ace gets along well with lots of the Batfamily. Terry makes a comment that he was trained as a PTSD-support dog. He knows how to sit and block people from getting into your space, how to use his weight as a grounding method. Bruce starts researching getting one for the house.

The batfamily train Terry on the streets for a few nights just in case. Nightwing goes back to Bludhaven. Dick does as well, and Bruce figures the connection quickly. The Justice League is seen with a new Batman.

Terry decides to annoy Bruce into becoming Batman again. Being ever so slightly off kilter, but still dedicated to helping. Always saying "If the guy I'm temping for doesn't like it, he can come out and do the job again."

Terry sees Bruce's psych profiles and list of Batman and Batman II suspects and makes a comment. "You writing a murder mystery or something?"

"Or something."

"What's the seventh rule of Knox's 10 commandments of detective fiction?" Terry asks.

"The detective must not commit the crime?"

"Mmm-hmm. Good thing you're not writing."

Bruce is getting tired of not knowing. Not getting better. Terry talks about how he was an assistant to an old man. That he also had trouble with being less active than he used to be.

Batman II shows up to save a hostage Bruce Wayne, and Bruce plays 20 questions. "why are you here in Gotham?"

"someone has to. And I already promised that I would."

"who did you promise? Why does it have to be you?"

"What makes this work is that I chose it. I work so I won't destroy this legacy. Me. My choice."

"You didn't say who you promised."

"The last guy who wore the bat...he got swallowed up by it. Didn't even think of himself as anything but Batman at the end." He shrugged. "Separating yourself from the mask is important. You know about Superman, yeah? He needs that job. He needs his friends and family, if not to feel human, just to be the best he can. Bruce. You have your friends and family. What are you willing to do to protect it?"

idk i can't figure out a suitably appropriate and dramatic emotional situation where Bruce figures it out. But he does.

Bruce gathers all of the family in the Wayne Study for a Classic Detective Reveal. He goes through the Batfamily one by one an unmasks each of them correctly, even confirming the ones who had other identities.

Bruce takes up the Cowl again, this time with a little more restraint and respect to his Bruce Wayne identity.

Terry goes back to Neo Gotham, stronger and happier that he knows the Batfamily.

#batman beyond #Batfamily #bruce wayne #fic ideas #terry mcginnis #ace the bathound #Idk pick out your favorite thing #there's lots of jumping off points and potential fics here #but mostly it's about Terry the kid with no real goals until Batman #see Bruce flounder without a goal until he remembers he was Batman #Bashing my action figures together because emotions are hard #no capes au #But only for Bruce Wayne I guess #also yeah i implied that Old Bruce died and Terry is working through some of that #don't worry about Neo Gotham Max and Matt have got it covered #lazlo's lulls #anyway thank you for reading!

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deepdreamnights · 8 days ago

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Corvid Morbidities

When a psychopomp dies, there is little to hold it in the afterlife beyond the honor system and a general trend toward retirement. This rarely has much impact, save when the creature falls to disease. The ghosts of bacteria and the spectres of viruses cling to feathers and fluids alike.

The only thing worse than the bird flu, is being haunted by it's phantasm.

Prompt: an abstract graphic featuring an image of a sloth, in the style of psychedelic overload, portraiture with emotion, daz3d, multi-layered collage, colorful moebius, emotive gestures, psychedelicpunk:: a poster for the horror film the raven, in the style of funk art, blink-and-you-miss-it detail, frenzied action painting, neogeo, spiky mounds, realistic hyper-detail, extremely gendered

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ecargmura · 5 months ago

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Oblivion Battery Episode 11 Review - Tearing Down Walls

Are my eyes playing with me or did the animation quality drastically improve for the penultimate episode? There’s so much fluid movements from running to batting. There’s a lot of fast transitions that make doesn’t make it look awkward. Is MAPPA increasing the budget since this is the second-to-last episode for this show? I’m assuming yes.

The match with Hikawa High continues as Kotesashi is struggling now that amnesiac Kei has returned. The sudden change caused the group to have some discord, which was why Haruka’s pitches got hit and that Kazuki couldn’t catch it well. While Kei coming back did cause the team to have some funk, it’s dissipated once Kei ensues words of wisdom to Haruka who eventually apologizes to Kazuki for getting the wrong idea of assuming he was mad at him. It’s interesting to see Kei be the voice of reason of the team for this match. He’s usually the goofball and the one who has to get babied the most, but he has always been insightful.

The star of this episode is Shunpei, whose backstory is shown here. He was someone who always tried to find ways to overcome his insecurities. For Shunpei, his biggest insecurity was his height. Due to family genetics, he was the type who wouldn’t get any taller or muscular, so he resorted to overeating to gain weight, but that didn’t work too. All he could do was find ways to make up for his lack of height; he read books in order to gain knowledge since that was something he could gain other than weight. He overexerted himself when it came to eating so that he could be apt to play baseball and be on par with those taller than him. However, his insecurities got the best of him to the point that he quit baseball and lied saying he hated it. The reason why he became insecure was because he was trying to delude himself into believing he was fine with the way he was and he’d never feel jealous of others until he made an offhand remark about Makita’s physical growth that his insecurities increase. He’s a liar because he still loves baseball. That’s why he joined the team. While I still think Aoi’s backstory is the best, Shunpei comes at a close second. I love the wall metaphor used in his story. Even though he overcame the wall of playing baseball with his height, he made up for it by making ways he can play baseball that’s best for him. However, other walls start showing up—the walls are a metaphor for his insecurities. The more he has, the more they appear. His backstory also helps me understand why he acts like a smart aleck at times. It’s because knowledge was the only weapon he could wield when it came to baseball. He needed to learn about the sport in order to find a way to his style of playing, which he did.

This episode also cements my dislike for Makita even more. He looks down on others a lot, especially Shunpei. It’s annoying to see his arrogance. He keeps saying that he finds Shunpei’s style of baseball boring and he’s never understanding of it. All he does is gloat and have a temper. Heck, his frustration even affects his pitching. I just hope Kotesashi wins so that Shunpei can put him in his place.

I’m still awed by the increase in animation quality. I hope that the quality stays the same for the finale. What are your thoughts about this episode?

#oblivion battery #boukyaku battery #Chihaya shunpei #Kaname kei #Makita hironobu #review #anime #anime review #ecargmura #arum journal

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neverlostmycrown · 2 months ago

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#30daysmusicchallenge2024 for Daughters of Darkness!

Day 5: A song that reminds you of a loved one:

Evanescence: Far From Heaven

this is a completely different style than I did before and I love how it came out. love over all! ^^

Amy about FFH:

"It’s about questioning my faith. And it’s not like it’s the first time, but it’s just very raw, real and in the hardest way I ever have. Having to really look at it and wonder, ‘Is anybody out there?’ That’s a real question I’ve been asking over the past couple years, through everything, and I don’t have the answers. I never have had the answers. That’s the whole thing that makes belief belief. We just can believe, we don’t know. But it’s not just about that. That’s part of the reason it was so hard to write, I spent two or three weeks just stuck in this funk, like in this depression, trying to get it off my chest because it’s not the way that I feel all the time. But it is a feeling that I have that comes up in me regularly: wondering where the people are that I’ve lost, and thinking about time in a more fluid way." (x)

#30daysmusicchallenge2024 #evanescence #amy lee #rionka edit #the bitter truth era #neverlostmycrown #far from heaven #ilovethis #love over all #music saves lives

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theforbiddeneden · 6 months ago

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Metal Hammer issue 388 (18/05/2024) - The 100 Songs that Changed the World

100 SLEEP TOKEN

The Summoning

(TAKE ME BACK TO EDEN, 2023)

A ascensão meteórica do Sleep Token nos pegou de surpresa. No início de 2023, a misteriosa banda mascarada era um dos nomes mais badalados do metal underground. Liderada pelo enigmático vocalista Vessel, eles eram uma banda para ficar de olho, com certeza, mas atraíam firmemente a paixão de nicho de seguidores cult.

Then came the song that would change everything. On consecutive days in early January, the band released two singles from their third album, Take Me Back To Eden: the burning, crashing Chokehold, followed by The Summoning – and it was the latter track that would turn them into an Earth-conquering, expectation-shattering phenomenon.

Então veio a música que mudaria tudo. Em dias consecutivos no início de janeiro, a banda lançou dois singles de seu terceiro álbum, Take Me Back To Eden: o ardente e estrondoso Chokehold, seguido por The Summoning – e foi esta última faixa que os transformaria em um fenômeno avassalador e quebrador de expectativas.

Veering between depraved tech metal, soulful vocals and shimmering electronics, an enormous, hymnal chorus gave way to an Earth-shifting breakdown and screams. In intricate and groove-heavy, The Summoning was more like three songs seamlessly crafted into one genre-fluid modern masterpiece. And it’s still hard to turn out to play: a bending, first-trap, funk outro that went viral on TikTok, turning the internet into a lusty puddle. Suddenly, Sleep Token were the most talked-about band on the planet.

Oscilando entre o metal técnico depravado, vocais soul e eletrônicos cintilantes, um enorme refrão himnal deu lugar a uma quebra de ritmo que abalou a Terra e gritos.

Intrincado e cheio de groove, The Summoning era mais como três músicas perfeitamente elaboradas em uma obra-prima moderna e fluida de gênero. E ainda é difícil não dançar: um outro* funk envolvente que viralizou no TikTok, transformando a internet em uma poça de desejo. De repente, o Sleep Token era a banda mais comentada do planeta.

*Outro: indica que a música está chegando ao fim*

“THERE ARE HINTS OF EARLY SLIPKNOT THERE” Corey Taylor

“HÁ TRAÇOS DO INÍCIO DO SLIPKNOT ALI”

Corey Taylor

“It took me three listens of [The Summoning] to realise that when they do that whole psychedelic section at the end, that it’s actually the same chorus as it was before, only in a completely different way.” Evanescence’s Amy Lee told Revolver. “And I love it even more for that. I thought they just went a whole new direction and wrote a new part, and then I was like, ‘Wait, that’s the same… but not at all.’”

“Levei três audições de [The Summoning] para perceber que quando eles fazem aquela seção psicodélica no final, na verdade é o mesmo refrão que era antes, só que de uma maneira completamente diferente.” Amy Lee, do Evanescence, disse à Revolver. “E eu amo ainda mais isso. Achei que eles simplesmente tinham ido em uma direção completamente nova e escrito uma nova parte, e então fiquei tipo, 'Espera, é a mesma coisa… mas não é.'”

Sleep Token weren’t the most obvious choice for a commercial breakthrough. The success of The Summoning, an unconventional, seven-minute, brutal shapeshifter, bucks just about every music industry trend there is.

O Sleep Token não era a escolha mais óbvia para um avanço comercial. O sucesso de The Summoning, um metamorfo brutal e não convencional de sete minutos, desafia praticamente todas as tendências da indústria musical.

“It’s going to do a lot of different places, and I think there isn’t any other band out there right now that’s able to do that,” Judas Priest frontman Rob Halford said earlier this year.

“Vai a muitos lugares diferentes, e acho que não há nenhuma outra banda agora que seja capaz de fazer isso,” disse Rob Halford, vocalista do Judas Priest, no início deste ano.

The Summoning set a chain reaction in motion that was unprecedented in modern metal. In just a few weeks, the band saw their Spotify figures jump from the thousands into the millions. To date, the track has been streamed more than 110 million times on Spotify and 19 million on YouTube. On release, Take Me Back To Eden went straight in at No.3 in the UK and was the most streamed metal album of 2023. When the band announced a show at Wembley Arena, it sold out in 10 minutes. Earlier this year, they left the metal-heavy roster of Spinefarm Records for RCA, the home of mainstream megastars Justin Timberlake and rapper Doja Cat.

The Summoning desencadeou uma reação em cadeia sem precedentes no metal moderno. Em apenas algumas semanas, a banda viu seus números no Spotify saltarem de milhares para milhões. Até o momento, a faixa foi transmitida mais de 110 milhões de vezes no Spotify e 19 milhões no YouTube. No lançamento, Take Me Back To Eden estreou direto no número 3 no Reino Unido e foi o álbum de metal mais transmitido de 2023. Quando a banda anunciou um show na Wembley Arena, esgotou em 10 minutos. No início deste ano, eles deixaram o elenco pesado de metal da Spinefarm Records para a RCA, casa de megastars do mainstream como Justin Timberlake e a rapper Doja Cat.

“In heavy music, or even in just rock, even in the last decade or 15 years, there’s so few stories of bands ever breaking through,” says Health bassist and producer, John Famiglietti, who supported the band at Wembley and sees Sleep Token’s success as proof metal still can resonate on a massive scale. “This is one of the few times I’ve seen a band go from a fucking club to an arena in six months. And I don’t know the last time that happened.”

“Na música pesada, ou mesmo apenas no rock, nos últimos 15 anos ou mais, há poucas histórias de bandas que se destacaram” diz o baixista e produtor do Health, John Famiglietti, que apoiou a banda no Wembley e vê o sucesso do Sleep Token como prova de que o metal ainda pode ressoar em grande escala. “Esta é uma das poucas vezes que vi uma banda passar de um clube de merda para uma arena em seis meses. E não sei a última vez que isso aconteceu.”

It’s worth pointing out that in the social media era where celebrities and artists are more accessible than ever, Sleep Token have achieved all of this on their own terms. To date they’ve barely done any press, while their masked mystique is all part of the allure. Last year, fans reacted with outrage when bassist III’s identity and birth certificate were allegedly leaked online, seemingly leading to a decision to wipe the band’s Instagram.

Vale a pena destacar que, na era das redes sociais em que celebridades e artistas são mais acessíveis do que nunca, o Sleep Token alcançou tudo isso em seus próprios termos. Até agora, eles quase não deram entrevistas, enquanto seu misticismo mascarado é parte de todo o charme. No ano passado, fãs reagiram com indignação quando a identidade e a certidão de nascimento do baixista III foram supostamente vazadas online, levando aparentemente a uma decisão de apagar o Instagram da banda.

“There are hints of early Slipknot there” Knot vocalist Corey Taylor told The Allison Hagendorf Show in 2023, thinking back to the early internet days before Slipknot removed their masks. “At first, if we were masked, you just got nothing. This is what you get, you figure it out. We’ll let the music speak for ourselves.’”

“Há traços do início do Slipknot ali,” disse o vocalista do SlipKnot, Corey Taylor, ao The Allison Hagendorf Show em 2023, lembrando os primeiros dias da internet antes do Slipknot remover suas máscaras. “No começo, se estivéssemos mascarados, você não recebia nada. Isto é o que você tem, você descobre. Vamos deixar a música falar por nós mesmos.”

Already, Sleep Token are being mentioned in the same breath as potential future Download headliners Ghost, Gojira and Architects. The only difference? Sleep Token have managed to ascend to the arena level those bands are in a fraction of the time. Metal needs new superstars who will push things forward, innovate and keep the scene relevant – and with Sleep Token we have a band we can believe in. DL

Já se fala que o Sleep Token está sendo mencionado no mesmo nível de potenciais futuros headliners do Download como Ghost, Gojira e Architects. A única diferença? O Sleep Token conseguiu ascender ao nível das arenas em uma fração do tempo que essas bandas levaram. O metal precisa de novas superestrelas que impulsionem as coisas adiante, inovem e mantenham a cena relevante – e com o Sleep Token temos uma banda na qual podemos acreditar. DL

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#sleep token lore #sleeptoken #music #sleep token music #2024 #band #vessel sleep token #sleep token vessel #vessel #iii sleep token #pt-br #sleep token iii #sleep token ii #iv sleep token #ivy

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dustedmagazine · 8 months ago

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Rail Band — S-T (Mississippi)

“Marabayasa” is a groove that transcends time and geography, a monstrous monolith of funk that follows a pied piper’s sax through strutting, swaggering, stop-motion syncopation. The singer, Malian legend Mory Kanté leads an exuberant call and response, his fluid, note-bending salvo met with an echo so rhythmic, so hip swaying that it commands motion. The guitars are high and golden-toned, the piano insistent on the offbeats. When Kanté launches an instrumental break with a reverberating “waa-aa-aah,” you feel that you’re there in the heat of it, sweating and grinning.It’s the standout track on the Rail Band’s 1973 debut, a record of scorching power and body-tingling joy, performed train-side at the Buffet Hotel de la Gare. The Rail Band, you see, was the state-sponsored musical outfit of the Malian railroad.

That 1970s band included both Kanté and Salif Keita singing, Tidiani Koné on trumpet and saxophone, Djelimandy Tounkara on guitar and numerous drummers, merging traditional African sounds with mambo from Cuba, and funk, soul and jazz from America. They played five nights a week at a café in the rail station in Bamako to locals, expats, visiting businessmen and travelers. To judge by this album, it was a hell of a way to while away the hours until departure, much better than airport CNN feeds, so good that you might decide not to leave.

Consider, for instance, the fluid big-band wallop of “Moko Jolo,” this one with Koné on trumpet and sax both, both horns floating in a haze over an impacted, side-shifting beat. Percussion, on the kit and played by hand, takes the foreground in “Nantan,” setting a wandering rhythm for guitars to snake through, a shifting, phantasmagorical foundation for shadowed group vocals, the sound of distance, heat and longing baked in. It’s all very fine, intricate but physically stirring, full of skill but inflamed with feeling. Still after a while, you might find yourself turning to “Marabayasa” again, because it cooks so hard.

Jennifer Kelly

#rail band #mississippi #jennifer kelly #albumreview #dusted magazine #mali #salif keita #bamako #funk #afro-beat

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ohgoditshu3 · 10 months ago

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Well since I’m still in a tiny bit of a funk have more gay gothamites hip hip hooray! Why? Cause it’s my AU and coping mechanism and I GET TO DECIDE HOW GAY THEY ARE!

First up on the list is Riddler and Two-Face, idk this one doesn’t make as much sense I just kinda imagine it’d be like a Bert and Ernie situation except yknow with pyshchos. Riddler in this one is just a mix between the Jim Carrey and Paul Dano one, cause those are my favorites. And for Two-Face I didn’t have a specific idea in mind for him besides having a cool suit like the 1995 version. I just thought their dynamic was fun in that movie so why not bring it back. Since Riddler is also incredibly pathetic tbh so it’d be fun to watch him try to win over Harv and succeeding after 12 times.

Next is Scarecrow and the Mad Hatter who are kinda crazy, a little wacky one might say. Well Hatter is at least. They’re both AFAB but Scarecrow is a trans man and Hatter is gender-fluid. Hatter is wacky and whimsical, just a weird creature, I kinda based them a bit off of the Gotham series one. As for Scarecrow I wanted him to have more of the vibes as a stalker slender man-ish creature. While Hatter is kinda wild and always always talking Scarecrow is very quiet, and is only ever heard whistling or whispering a sentence maximum to others. He only really converses with Hatter but he likes to listen more than speak.

#doodlysketch #art blog #blog post #digital sketch #batman rouges gallery #batman #dc fanart #the riddler #two face #scarecrow #mad hatter

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gundam-bailey · 1 year ago

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Alright, I can finally debut an oc of mine. Art done by the always wonderful @kachikirby

This is Clay. Clay is a shape-shifting person who is gender fluid. They choose what they want to present as when they feel like presenting as that gender. Despite being a shape-shifter, they don't like taking on the appearance of other people, valuing individuality above all else.

They might look a bit guarded and anti-social, but they are really very friendly and easy to get along with. Also because it's me, yes they can use their powers to fight lmao.

Pronouns are He/Him when presenting as male and She/Her when presenting as female. They are also fine with They/Them regardless of what they are presenting as.

They have a bigger wardrobe, but default to hoodies cause they comfy.

Likes: Making clothing. Skateboarding. Traveling the world. Spongebob.

Dislikes: Narrow-minded people. Poison Dart Frogs. (Because they are so cute but Clay can't pet them without deadly consequences.) Smoke.

Music tastes: Most genres of rock. Blues. Future Funk. Hatsune Miku.

If anyone wants to draw Clay, feel free! You've got my permission. Just remember to give credit to me. I hope people love Clay as much as I do.

#oc #Im really happy with how they came out.

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dadaromaobsessed · 2 months ago

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— ゼン : 𝓐𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼̧ã𝗈 ' 🐈‍⬛ ! ✵

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Informações sobre mim ✦ ♡ ✦

Nome: podem me chamar de Jeff :P

Gostos especias: Dadaroma, American Horror Story, Bungou Stray Dogs e Project Sekai

Gostos em geral: Visual Kei, filmes de terror, kpop, livros de suspense, literatura russa, vocaloid, etc.

Sou pansexual e gênero fluido, atualmente fluindo para o masculino. XP

Faço parte das subculturas emo e visual kei, mas me interesso muito pela subcultura scene.

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

Gosto Musical 🦇

Artistas favoritos: Dadaroma, My Chemical Romance, Falling In Reverse (não apoio o Ronnie ok), Enhypen e Oneus.

Gostos em geral: Dreamcatcher, TXT, Mejibray, Sick2, The GazettE, Malice Mizer, Plastic Tree, Fukuro, gulu gulu, JILUKA, XAAXAA, Hitchcock, Versailles, DazzlingBAD, 0.1gnogosan, ZOMBIE, exist†trace, The Madna, Madmans Esprit, Pierce The Veil, Sleeping With Sirens, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, Set It Off, Slipknot, Avenged Sevenfold, NX Zero, Maretu, Mitski, Laufey, Alex G, Lady Gaga

Não gosto: maior parte dos funks, trap, pagode, sertanejo, entre outros.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

Filmes, Séries e Jogos 🦉

Filmes favoritos: As Vantagens de Ser Invisível, Garota Interrompida, Clube da Luta, Invocação do Mal, Pânico, Your Name

Séries favoritas: American Horror Story, 13 Reasons Why, Skins, Heartstopper

Jogos favoritos: Project Sekai, Omori, Zeno Remake, Your Turn To Die, Roblox, Bang Dream!, Life Is Strange, Silent Hill

•❅─────✧❅✦❅✧─────❅•

O que vai ser o blog? 🦝

Nesse blog eu pretendo fazer como se fosse um diário, falando sobre minha vida, minhas leituras, escola, coisas do cotidiano.

Porém, também pretendo expôr minha evolução no desenho e na escrita, sou completamente iniciante em desenho e irei tentar aprender a desenhar, em relação a escrita, não gosto muito porém tentarei evoluí-la para deixar a meu agrado, espero que gostem do que irei postar.

XOXO 💋 🐈‍⬛

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About me ✦ ♡ ✦

Name: you can call me Jeff :P

Special tastes: Dadaroma, American Horror Story, Bungou Stray Dogs and Project Sekai

General tastes: Visual Kei, horror movies, kpop, suspense books, Russian literature, vocaloid, etc.

I'm pansexual and gender fluid, currently flowing towards masculine. XP

I'm part of the emo and visual kei subcultures, but I'm very interested in the scene subculture.

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

Musical Taste 🦇

Favorite artists: Dadaroma, My Chemical Romance, Falling In Reverse (I don't support Ronnie, ok), Enhypen and Oneus.

General tastes: Dreamcatcher, TXT, Mejibray, Sick2, The GazettE, Malice Mizer, Plastic Tree, Fukuro, gulu gulu, JILUKA, XAAXAA, Hitchcock, Versailles, DazzlingBAD, 0.1gnogosan, ZOMBIE, exist†trace, The Madna, Madmans Esprit, Pierce The Veil, Sleeping With Sirens, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, Set It Off, Slipknot, Avenged Sevenfold, NX Zero, Maretu, Mitski, Laufey, Alex G, Lady Gaga

Dislikes: most funk, trap, pagode, sertanejo, among others.

I don't like: most funk, trap, pagode, sertanejo, among others.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

Movies, Series and Games 🦉

Favorite movies: The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Girl, Interrupted, Fight Club, The Conjuring, Scream, Your Name

Favorite series: American Horror Story, 13 Reasons Why, Skins, Heartstopper

Favorite games: Project Sekai, Omori, Zeno Remake, Your Turn To Die, Roblox, Bang Dream!, Life Is Strange, Silent Hill

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What will the blog be about? 🦝

In this blog I intend to make it as if it were a diary, talking about my life, my readings, school, everyday things.

However, I also intend to show my evolution in drawing and writing, I am a complete beginner in drawing and I will try to learn how to draw, in relation to writing, I don't like it very much but I will try to evolve it to make it to my liking, I hope you like what I will post.

XOXO 💋 🐈‍⬛

#Spotify #tomorrow x together #fall out boy #my chemical romance #enhypen #literature #vkei #visual kei #dadaroma #mejibray #lady gaga #drawing #writers on tumblr #dreamcatcher #malice mizer #plastic tree

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leam1983 · 5 months ago

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Halfway Through Pride Month

Happy Ongoing Pride!

And, also, happy Men's Mental Health Awareness Month, too - but that tends to be rather overshadowed. As a bisexual man who's needed about half a year in therapy to get out of a post-postgrad funk, both causes are equally important to me.

Hug the important men in your life, be they gay, straight, bi, poly, transmen - whatever and however. Hug them. So much is expected of men, so many have a laundry list of the things they'd like the men in their lives to do - but so few understand just how toxic life tends to be for us, as well.

We need to be strong, to be expressive, to be self-confident - but we can't show weakness. We can't let a pacifist's outlook turn us into weaklings, according to some. We have to provide, protect, dominate, survey - and still manage to come out of it whole and hale enough to be emotionally available and vulnerable in just the right measures to be that "sensitive" man so many people idolize.

It's a paradox, obviously. The ideal man has the psychological consistency of oobleck - mushy at the right times, stern at others - both assertive and punchy and always, always gentle. It doesn't make much sense, obviously.

The human mind isn't a Non-Newtonian fluid; it's built through knowledge and conditioning. We're not goo, we're basalt pillars, with layers constantly falling apart and revealing more underneath; until you reach the point where there's not enough mass left for the pillar to sustain its own weight.

Unlike basalt pillars, though, we tend to be able to build ourselves back up before we collapse, with some help.

Help that not all of us receive. Or not in time.

Remember, guys have years of conditioning plastered onto them, cues that make us think that showing weakness is a burden. Even if you find that one guy you want to help, chances are he's going to try and brush you off. Not because he feels the need to look tough, but because it's how we've been taught to show that we care.

For most guys, caring manifests through self-effacing, and tears are an act of presence. So, no tears. The uncried tears fester, turn into not-so-kind words. Into ruined relationships, or maybe even broken lives. Or if you're luckier, the uncried stuff turns into bad habits, unhealthy coping mechanisms, blood pressure pills at an early age, an expanding waistline - the list goes on.

So cut through the bullshit. Find that guy who needs help and let them know they at least have a choice, as far as you're concerned.

From where I'm standing, looking at one of my two partners who's had to undergo therapy to finally bury demons from his past and find the courage to live freely, crying your guts out like you're six years old again and dribbling snot all over your partner's favourite tee-shirt is, in today's society, the single simplest and most effective proof of courage any man can display.

Empathy is strength. Self-care is self-empathy. You do the math.

Let yourselves feel - and remember to help others.

#Pride Month 2024 #LGBTQA+#bisexuality #men's mental health #Men's Mental Health Month

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trevlad-sounds · 3 months ago

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Invisible Waves 33.

18.08.2024

Intro 00:00 Moray Newlands-The meal was cooked before the bell rang 00:24 The Harvard sentences Projection wave machines BeepStreet Sunrizer (software synth)

Chapter 1 02:24

Oberu-Debris 06:33 Cartas de Japón-Faune I 11:05 Cartas de Japón – Live session (La Siesta del Fauno) Sequential Circuits Pro-One (synth) Sequential Circuits Prophet-5 (synth) EMS Synthi AKS (synth) ARP Odyssey (synth) ARP Solina string synthesizer (synth) Yamaha CP-70 (synth) Moog Minimoog Model D (synth) Roland VP-330 (synth) Moog Moogerfooger MF-103 (FX pedal) Moog Modular (synth) ARP 2600 (synth) Roland Juno-60 (synth) Arturia Beatstep Pro (controller) La Siesta del Fauno (studio)

Chapter 2 21:16

Bolbec-Vengeance Tropicale 28:14 Piero Piccioni (composer) Michel Legrand (composer) Nostalgia 77 (band) Aldemaro Romero (composer) Piero Umiliani (composer) cavaquinho (instrument) Mabreuch (band) Fish Factory (Studio)

TOKEE-Альбатрос (Abdicant’s Diomedea Mix) 31:03

Chapter 3 34:42

Ghost Funk Orchestra-Helios 37:30 Eddie Palmieri Esquivel The Lively Ones Dusty Springfield War

Space Dimension Controller-Beyond2 40:43

Chapter 4 44:58

Slow Reels-Heartshaped 50:32 Home Normal Slowcraft Records Morr Music Fluid Audio

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darkworkcourier · 2 years ago

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Heyyyyy if it's okay, could I request body worship on Jason? Wanna spoil my boy 🥺🌟

so this is Part VI zombie!Jason, because that’s one of my favorite movies in the series and tbh i think he’s damn fine in it. i’m so down for writing for any form of jason though. ;D

(also have you ever smelled lake water when it’s nasty? gross gross gross.)

not that NSFW except for nudity! reader is mostly just taking in the view. B)

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It's going to rain again. You groan as you look out the window, watching dark clouds prowl above the treeline. The air in the cabin smells musty, tinged with mildew that you just can't see to scrub away. And you've tried to keep it from being so damn drafty, but no amount of plywood or recycled two-by-fours can stop up all the holes. It's an old building, and you're constantly fighting a steep uphill battle against the elements.

Jason's not a huge help on that front, although he really tries his best. (You tell him so as often as you can.) He's not exactly a precise handyman. As far as you can tell, his technique is rooted firmly in the 'eyeball it' school of construction.

That's fine. That's perfectly fine. You can live with that.

What you can't live with is the fact that he smells like lake water, and that the stench gets stronger every day.

You get it. He's hesitant to change his clothes in front of you, even though you've been together for months. He doesn't own many clothes, and what he does own is patched up and liable to fall apart at the first vigorous wash. It's hard to find clothes in his size, so you just accept that until you can get to a department store (not soon, according to your calendar), Jason's wardrobe is extremely limited.

But still.

He's out at the moment, probably stalking around the woods and keeping a firm perimeter in the camp. You take the opportunity to scrub at the stone foundation of the cabin's walls with soapy water, trying to get rid of at least a little more mildew before the rain completely negates everything you do. Before long, Jason will lay in bed beside you, cuddling you close to him with every ounce of love in that zombified heart of his. In turn, you'll hug him back while really absorbing that great stagnant mud smell. Awesome.

The rain starts only a few minutes later. Naturally, it comes down in curtains. No gentle mist or soft rain. No, the meteorology gods decide that every linen in your cabin is going to get nasty as fast as possible.

And it means that when Jason finally gets home, he's soaked through.

He comes through the door in his usual hulking manner, shoulders filling the gap in the doorway, head bowed to duck under the top. After a stern talking-to about bringing bloody weapons into the house, you're pleased to see that he's machete-less, but far less pleased to see him dripping rainwater (and hopefully no other kind of fluid) all over the floor. His barn jacket is done for, and that shirt—well, you didn't like it that much anyway.

He gives a low grunt as a hello, and you grin and go up on your toes to kiss the bottom of his mask as he tilts his head down to return the gesture. Immediately, the smell hits you, and you try not to scurry away in horror. You can handle him slicing camp counselors into teeny tiny bits, and you can handle him coming home covered in viscera, but apparently that steel stomach doesn't hold up against whatever funk he has going on.

He starts for the bed, and all you have are visions of a long night with wet corduroy and denim chafing against your skin. You cross the gap between the two of you again to grab his (very wet) sleeve.

"Jason, sweetheart, hold on a sec," you say.

He turns to look at you, one good eye staring down in confusion.

You tug on his jacket until he faces you, then you reach up and pull on the lapels. "You're soaked right through. That can't be comfortable, right?"

He just looks down at himself like he's trying to gauge if he's uncomfortable like you say. In the end, he just shrugs. Clearly, it's not a big issue.

You look at the bed, again imagining the kind of night you’re going to have if you don’t nip this in the bud right now. You take in a deep breath (a potpourri—eau de waterlogged zombie) and let it out slowly before gripping his barn jacket a little tighter. You have his attention, both asymmetrical eyes on you.

“Listen, if you get in that bed like this, I’m not going to be comfortable,” you say. “Or I’ll have to sleep on the couch.”

No, you won’t. That thing predates you by at least forty years, and any cushion it did have probably disintegrated ten years ago. But the threat’s real enough.

He looks at you, eyes flickering back and forth as he apparently gauges how serious you are. Then, he reaches down and touches the lining of his jacket, hands just below yours.

He hesitates.

It’s the same dance you’ve been doing these last few months—wrangling with Jason and his weird hang-ups on himself when he’s around you. Once he’s out in his territory, he seems like he could care less what he wears (or doesn’t wear) or how he looks. He has a job to do, and as long as it gets accomplished, everything else is secondary. Then he gets home and falls into your arms, and suddenly he’s shy, freezing up, retreating.

It’s a conundrum. He won’t take his clothes off around you, but he doesn’t care that he smells like stagnant pond water. You wonder if his time in the lake or the grave killed his sense of smell off.

“Hey,” you say, soft like you’re trying to coax a wild animal. Your hands go up, framing his thick neck, cords of muscle flexing under your palms. “You’re fine. If I didn’t like you just the way you are, I would have high-tailed it out of here already.”

He gives you a look that pretty much just says doubtful. Maybe because the only way you would have left the camp otherwise was in a body bag. You don’t dwell on that too much.

You go on, “I like you for you, Jason. Can I show you that?”

He tilts his head. For a moment, you think he doesn’t understand your intentions, but then he gives a slow, askew nod.

You’re not going to tug him to the bed like you usually do. Instead, you pull his jacket off as he stands there, dripping on the damp flagstones. It’s difficult, wet as it is, and Jason’s height and width don’t help the issue. But you manage, carefully pulling his arms through the sleeves, then dropping the jacket (with a disturbingly wet sound) on the floor behind you.

Then, you start working on the buttons of his flannel shirt. Most of the buttons are clinging on for dear life, fighting against the bulk of his chest and the worn threads. You go about it slowly, reverently, trying to show him as best you can that you adore every piece of him. Little by little, you expose his chest, the strange gray hue of his skin, the weirdly hypnotizing way his pectoral muscles move under the dead flesh.

You feel him lightly tug back against your grip, clearly growing more reticent about showing himself to you. But you pull back, even though if he really wanted to get away, he’d do so and probably take your hands with him. You pause in undoing his shirt to run one hand over his chest with a feather-light touch. His skin is cool to the touch, and you wonder how much sensation he has left, if he has any at all. You’ve seen him take hit after hit from rifles, shotguns, blades, skewers—pretty much any implement that would inflict pain on a normal person. Those scars form constellations on his skin now, starbursts of gunfire connected to each other through long scars from blades.

Goddamn, if he’d taken his clothes off sooner, you would have had his whole body mapped by now. That’s a hell of a missed opportunity.

“You’re fine,” you whisper to him, leaning in enough to kiss the divot between his collarbones.

He lets out a soft whush of air that you interpret as a sigh, and then one of his hands finds your waist, pulling you closer. Permission granted.

The rest of his shirt comes off fairly easy, and you manage to hide your disgust at the feeling of literally peeling it off of him. Then, for the first time since you started this relationship with him, you see him shirtless.

He’s barrel-chested, built so solidly that it’s no surprise he can lift people right over his head without effort. And sure enough, his skin is mottled in a weirdly beautiful way. (You might be the only one who thinks so, and that’s fine. You never intended to share him, anyway.) He doesn’t have any of the bloat you’d associate with drowning, only the oxygen-deprived color. You never thought you’d think cyanosis was kind of sexy, but here you are, and there he is.

“Perfect,” you tell him, then you kiss a slow trail along his left pectoral, up to his shoulder, which is about as high as you can reach.

Jason, sweetheart that he is, bends his knees a little to give you a better reach. At first, he stiffens under your touch as you kiss his neck, approaching his jaw. But you stroke a hand over his other shoulder, soothing him as best you can.

“I won’t take off the mask if you don’t want me to,” you say, mouth close to his malformed ear. “Just let me know what you don’t want.”

You lean back enough to see him look at you; then, he closes his eyes and shakes his head slowly.

“You want to keep the mask on?”

He nods.

You smile against his neck and kiss him gently. “That’s fine,” you assure him.

Besides, you have plenty more of him to work with. You’ll see his face eventually, and you’ll probably love it just as much as you love the rest of him.

As you kiss him, your hands go down to the button and zipper on his jeans. He freezes up for just a moment, then relaxes. He trusts you, and you know better than to betray that trust in any way. You undo his jeans, then struggle a little as the wet denim clings to him and bunches up as you try to pull it down. You laugh under your breath as you try to accomplish all this without pulling away from him, but eventually you have to admit defeat.

“Hold on,” you tell him. “Denim’s pretty much the worst fabric when it gets wet.”

He watches you as you drop down to your knees, tugging his jeans down a little at a time on each side. Eventually, once they get to his knees, it gets a hell of a lot easier to remove them. You stop the effort only to help him take off his boots and socks (and that smell is brand new, even to you), then pat his ankles to get him to step out of each pant leg.

Again, you admire the sight of him. His thigh muscles are powerful, and it’s really not an exaggeration to compare his calves to a Greek statue. Honestly, if he were a little less... dead, you probably wouldn’t be his only admirer.

His underwear doesn’t amount to much, just cotton briefs that have had way better days than this. The elastic’s shot, and the only thing keeping them in place is the sheer power of dampness. Once your hands go to the band, he completely freezes up again, but this time, his muscles don’t loosen.

The two of you haven’t done anything sexual yet. From the rumors you’ve heard over time, you can guess Jason’s got a thing about sex in any form. He doesn’t mind when you kiss him, and he can’t get enough when it comes to cuddling up to you and holding you close. But he’s never touched you anywhere below the waist, or done anything that you could interpret as a come-on. You’d never push him too far, or make him do anything he doesn’t want, and you really want him to know.

“I won’t do anything,” you assure him. “We just need to get you out of these and into something drier.”

For a long, long moment, he doesn’t move. Then, he nods. It’s little more than a brief incline of the head, but you take it as the signal you’ve been watching for. Careful not to brush any part of your hand over his cock, you pull down his briefs, then discard them off to the side.

Just because you’re not going to touch it doesn’t mean you’re not going to admire it, though.

Because if the world at large knew that Jason Voorhees was packing that, people might rethink the idea of fleeing in terror. Or— well, maybe that’s a bad metaphor. Killing people generally puts off company, but there are definitely people out there who would not hesitate to bend over for this. His cock is long and thick, even when soft, and you can’t imagine what it looks like when it’s hard. Like the rest of him, it’s kind of an off-putting color (kind of a blue-gray, if you’re being honest in comparing palettes), but if Jason’s body can do everything else you’ve seen it do through what ever supernatural means, you imagine he could get hard, too.

After the briefs are discarded (and probably burnt in the fireplace next time he’s out), you reverently run your hands over his thighs, down the fronts, up the backs. You know he’s watching you, keeping an eye on your reactions as you look over his body.

You look up at him as lovingly as you can. It’s not an act, either. Sure, your wires got crossed somewhere in between running for your life from him and ending up in bed with him, but what you feel for him is pure affection. You smile at him, then lean forward to press a kiss to one hip, causing him to tilt his head again.

You stand back up, going up on your toes to kiss the holes in his mask over his mouth. “Let me get a towel,” you tell him.

He stays in one place as you go get a towel. The bathing conditions at the cabin aren’t great, pretty much limited to what you can get in the gravity well and what towels Jason gets from the counselors’ luggage. That said, you get the fluffiest towel you have on hand (it’s bright pink, and it’s awesome) and start drying him off from head to toe.

Again, you don’t really know how much he can feel, but you can tell he likes this. Maybe it’s just the sense of contact, knowing that you’re touching him. Your movements are slow, deliberate, and gentle. His eyelids droop, and he lets out a low, rumbling sound like a purr, head inclining again as he leans toward you.

Not for the first time, you wish you could read his mind. He’s clearly touch-starved, but you wonder when was the last time someone was kind to him like this.

You wrap the towel around his shoulders, then put your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest. He doesn’t have a heartbeat, but the feeling of his cool skin on your cheek is nice, and the sensation of his hands coming to rest on your shoulders makes you feel safe. Rain hisses on the ground outside, wind whistling through the pines. Everything just feels right.

You pull back just enough to look up at him, pink towel and all, and you smile.

“Take me to bed, Mister Voorhees?” you ask.

He nods, then dips his head down to gently knock his mask against your forehead in a gesture you like to think is his version of a kiss. Then, you’re swept up in his arms and deposited in bed. He lays down beside you, a hulking mass of naked man, and you wonder how you got so damn lucky.

You curl up against him, resting your head on his chest, running your fingers along his sides. In turn, he rests one of his massive hands on your chest, fingers idly playing with the hem of your shirt. The rain lulls you into a doze, and you think it won’t be long now before you’re asleep in his arms.

Best of all, he doesn’t smell like anything now.

#friday the 13th #jason voorhees #jason voorhes x reader #prompt fill #surprisingly not nsfw!#i could have been much dirtier but tbh i just want him to have a good day

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