#Nothing and Everythin

[moochilatv]

Mr. Gnome presents: Nothing and Everything

Mr. Gnome’s swirling “Nothing and Everything” is a lush soundscape that spotlights Barille’s golden harmonies & demonstrates the dense tapestry of textures, aural fabrics, and influences subsumed.

On Wednesday (26 of june 2024), Cleveland art-rock duo Mr. Gnome will be announcing their new album A Sliver of Space out September 27th via El Marko Records. While always pushing themselves in their pursuit of sonic exploration, the duo of Nicole Barille and Sam Miester, create a living, breathing, shapeshifting realm of psychedelic sounds. The album is mixed by Claudius Mittendorfer (Interpol, Tennis, Temples, Parquet Courts, Ra Ra Riot).

The swirling first single “Nothing and Everything,” which is a lush soundscape that spotlights Barille’s golden harmonies and demonstrates the growing confidence that duo has made in the studio since their last album, 2020’s The Day You Flew Away. They will be announcing full North American tour for the fall as well. 

Continuing to defy simple genre classification, Mr. Gnome create a dense tapestry of textures, aural fabrics, and influences that all coalesce into a unique, defining sound. Throughout its relatively compact runtime, electronica, desert rock, psych, indie rock, and lush soundscapes swirl and converge. They’ve received acclaim from the likes of Rolling Stone (named "Band To Watch" in a spotlight review), NPR, Consequence, Paste, Esquire, Spin, Magnet, MTV, KEXP, and more.

Mr. Gnome - Fall 2024 Tour Dates

08/24 • Lexington, KY • Expansion Music Fest • The Burl

09/27 • Wheeling, WV • Waterfront Hall 

09/28 • Frostburg, MD • The Deep End

10/01 • Washington, D.C. • Pie Shop

10/04 • Pensacola, FL • The Handlebar

10/05 • Adams, TN • Spoopy Festival

10/08 • St. Louis, MO • The Platypus

10/09 • Grand Rapids, MI • Pyramid Scheme

10/10 • Madison, WI • Gamma Ray Bar

10/11 • Columbus, OH • Ace of Cups

10/12 • Dayton, OH • Dayton 20th Music Fest - Blind Bob’s

10/14 • Kansas City, MO • Sister Anne’s Records and Coffee

10/15 • Denver, CO • Lost Lake 

10/16 • Salt Lake City, UT • The DLC

10/17 • Boise, ID • Shrine Social Club (Basement)

10/18 • Portland, OR • Star Theater

10/19 • Seattle, WA • Sunset Tavern

10/22 • San Francisco, CA • Bottom of the Hill

10/23 • Los Angeles, CA • Permanent Records Roadhouse

10/25 • Tucson, AZ • 191 Toole

10/26 • Albuquerque, NM • Juno Brewery

11/01 • Chicago, IL • Beat Kitchen

11/02 • Cleveland, OH • Beachland Ballroom 

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[erabu-san]

I enjoyed every second of this quest

[This art has platonic intention. Thank you for not tag ship!]

[cowboysuperhero]

oh so this is what they meant when they said your art would improve faster if you became obsessed with your oc

[beatcroc]

madethem on flightrising btw

[danielnelsen]

well this is what ive been doing for the past 2 weeks

[todayisafridaynight]

DID YOU MISS THE EXAM... Either way I can believe in that superstition for a sec I'm so sorry 😭😭😭

NONO I TOOK IT. BARELY. I BARELY TOOK IT. I JUST THOUGHT CLASS WAS GOING TO BE NORMAL BUT NOPE <3<3<3

[oscarkelfbom]

if i went through the decade of darkness with this team, if i was under constant pressure and media scrutiny, if i was blamed for this team’s lack of goals and lack of success i would not stay here for 12 years, but he did! we kept nuge forever and he kept us forever!

[iamthepulta]

feeling romantic. fuck the AU and being productive I'm going to go write a bunch of westlijah

I have karoke in thirty minutes though. Today is just liveblog day so who knows. But tomorrow will be for Westlijah.

[erabu-san]

I enjoyed every second of this quest This art has platonic intention, please don't tag ship

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

...

[hopeheartfilia]

ok ok i have a question. would you consider evgenii onegin/vladimir lenski a rarepair. like on one hand they have like 30 fics on ao3. on the other hand thats like half the ships for the book in general, and while its not cannon i would argue its one of the main ships of its story

[bunnys-kisses]

"ex" husband

simon "ghost" riley

cw: pwp/smut, ex husband!simon, possessive!simon, dark themes, mirror sex & other smut, major red flags, proceed with caution, bad husband!simon, manipulation

bunny says: once you fuck crazy, you never not fuck crazy

simon didn't believe in divorce. he made a vow to be with you till death, he wasn't going to skimp out on the years you could spend together. he wouldn't accept that you wanted to be without him.

he had you on the floor of your shared bedroom, you were holding onto him behind yourself while his hands were on your hips. he was rubbing his cock up against your slick entrance.

"have you had any other guys over? fuckin' them in my bed, in my home that i paid for?" he held it over your head as he watched your face contort with pleasure. he continued to rub his tip up against your slit.

"no, simon." you panted. your heart raced with every moment that passed. your body was hot all over. "i haven't had anyone else, not since you." your pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation for what was to come. you were almost certain that your cunt was formed to the size of his cock.

"good, good. i don't want some fuckin' prick comin' to my home and fuckin' my girl." his voice was low as he got a hand between your legs and touched your clit with his rough fingers.

you arched your back and moaned out loud. you could be as loud as you needed to be. he kept his wife in a home far enough from everything that you could whimper and whine to your heart's content. your eyes fluttered closed as you felt the thrill of pleasure through your body.

"nothin' can have ya. no stupid asshole who thinks he can have what is mine. you made a promise, love. to be loyal to your husband." he growled as he gripped your jaw with his other hand and made you look into the mirror, "i don't think someone who wants to leave her husband would be lettin' him fuck her in their bedroom."

"simon, please." you whimper.

"nah, nah, love.' he said, accent heavier due to the immense lust in his body, "i was a good man to you. lovin', carin', did everythin' for ya. and you turn around like an ungrateful brat and try to leave me." his voice was getting deadly. his hand still held your jaw and his other played with your clit. you were stuck to him, "fuckin' slag. surprised you haven't fucked your way through the neighborhood to find a new man. because you'd never find one like me. or you're scared. scared i'd find him, and make him go missin'."

you swallowed, fear struck through you, "simon. i didn't sleep with anyone."

he buried his nose into your hair and groaned as his cock still prodded your pussy lips, "i know, i know. you don't actually want to leave me. your girlfriends got these thoughts into your head that i don't think are true. better without me? love, i made you."

you panted heavily, it was hard to look into the mirror with his hot words into your mouth. maybe he was right, maybe you didn't want to leave him. he had given you everything throughout your entire marriage. why would you sacrifice it?

he pulled his hand away from your pussy and guided his cock into your pussy. the stretch had you gripping onto him. the angle was awkward but he had you contorted to fit his pleasure.

"my good wife." he purred, "i'll always love you. even when you're not usin' that head of yours right. but don't worry." he kissed your cheek, "i'll always take care of my girl."

you held onto him as he thrusted into your from behind. you felt the air leave your lungs whenever he pushed into you. it was an intense feeling on your behalf. you had never imagined that fucking your soon-to-be ex-husband would feel so good.

"like that, love?"

you nodded meekly, "it feels good."

"that's a good girl." he groaned, "made perfectly for me. you are such a good girl for me, love. why would you want to go anywhere? stay with me, keep your vow."

your thighs quivered from the intense feeling of pleasure. your breathing was heavy and your head felt full. your heart leapt every time his cock nudged against a sensitive spot.

"please, simon. i can't be your wife."

"you can. and you will." he took you by the face and tilted your head back so he could kiss you passionately.

you melted into the kiss, as did the last of your resolve. your core throbbed with a need for him. he melted away all your problems. the more he fucked you, the more you wanted to stay with him.

he was your husband after all.

the sex between you two was hot and messy. it made you core soaked as he continued to bully his cock into your sweet cunt with every hard thrust.

"say you love me."

"i love you." you replied, your eyes hooded.

"good girl." he groaned, "i want to hear that every day until you can no longer speak." he licked across your bottom lip, "my good girl."

you whined as your body shook with each thrust of his hips. your pussy clenched around his cock. you felt your mouth to be dry and you voice strained.

simon loved taking you apart, only to put you back together. he continued to fuck you with abandon. he gazed at you with his nose in your hair as he thrusted up into you.

your noises were so cute, you really just were so small compared to him. you needed him! what were you thinking leaving him? you needed your big strong military husband to make sure that you were safe. don't be silly now!

he kissed your neck as he felt the surge of pleasure in his gut. his heart hammered with each every thrust. you were made for him. as he kissed the tip of your ear, he felt the blush that spread across your skin.

"please, simon."

"i got ya, love." he said, "i got ya." with a few more thrusts that hit in just the right place. you saw stars as you climaxed around his cock. his was soon to follow as his cum hit the back of your womb.

where it belonged.

as you rested your face on the carpet of the bedroom in an effort to cool down, simon grabbed your hips and started to thrust into you once more. his cock still painfully hard.

"you've done enough damage, love. so just sit there and let your husband take care of you." his voice was low and deadly. your best option would to just let simon do what he wanted.

-

"so mrs. riley. you've decided against the divorce. any particular reason why?"

you relaxed a little bit in the sleek office chair across the desk from your lawyer. your hand was on your middle as you smiled, "well, we're having a son soon, and he needs his father in his life. so i reconsidered."

"the case against your husband is fairly strong. broken locks on the door, his overly possessive behaviour, the text messages and voice mails, all of it. you could be granted a divorce quite easily."

you shook your head, "no need. we've worked it out." you smiled at the lawyer. you knew your simon was waiting for you in the car. his words echoed in your mind as you assured your lawyer that her services weren't needed.

you and simon were properly a family now. you didn't need to tear it apart. after all, how else were you going to end up with many little rileys running around?

[faneth]

theres something about my pc that makes it impossible to download games from steam or epic game and it stresses me out so much that whenever i open my games folder i can feel my heartbeat getting faster

[suncitygirls]

Hmmmm i’m gonna buy a bathrobe but i don’t know if i should go classic or get weird with it. Its a bathrobe. bc my job has a uniform i get so obsessed with like. $90 dollar pajama shorts that i can’t afford bc i think it will make it more luxurious but i think i need to bite the bullet and work somewhere where i can just wear my clothes. Bc i have so many beautiful clothes ? OH BTW: if you’re reading this and you’re a size s/m with shorter arms than me (not a must im 5’9 and have long arms) i have shirts and sweaters to send you if you want them . Including my beloved farm shirt that ends mid forearm on me that’s made of like eighty types of gingham and plaid

[maskedbyghost]

jealous!Simon is on my mind 24/7

even better if the two of you are secretly fucking bc he is scared of feelings, commitment, relationships, and blah blah blah…

and simon wasn’t used to feeling jealous. he had trained his emotions out of him long ago, or so he thought. but as he stood in the doorway, watching you stroll across the shared kitchen on the base, your back turned to him, the name "mactavish" boldly displayed on the long-sleeved shirt you wore, something twisted in his chest.

the sight of you wearing his shirt, so casually, stung in a way simon hadn’t expected. he cleared his throat, trying to sound indifferent, but the edge in his voice betrayed him. "that’s johnny’s shirt."

"i know." was the only thing you said, smirking since he couldn't see your face. you knew exactly what you were doing, but in that moment, you didn’t care.

"why is johnny's shirt on you?" simon asked, his voice low but tight with tension. he tried to keep his tone neutral, but the undercurrent of jealousy and frustration was hard to hide. seeing you in johnny’s shirt stirred something uncomfortable deep inside him, a mix of possessiveness and insecurity that he wasn't used to feeling. he hated how something so simple made his chest tighten, how the sight of you in someone else’s name made him feel like he was losing control of the one thing he was afraid to admit he cared about.

"oh, he gave it to me because i was cold," you said, pouting slightly as you turned around to face the only man you ever wanted "he is such a nice guy."

simon managed a slight nod, his mind blanking from the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. everything felt too much, too fast. meanwhile, you casually turned your back to him again, giving him another clear view of soap's name stretched across your shoulders as you began making your tea. the tiny grumble that escaped simon’s lips didn’t go unnoticed—it sent a wave of satisfaction through you, a small victory that made your day. you loved torturing him. and, after all, he did deserved it.

frustrated, he walked over to the sink, grabbing a glass of water, hoping it would cool the fire raging inside. but as he turned, his grip slipped, and the water splashed across your front. simon froze, watching the water drip down your shirt, half-shocked and half-relieved for the excuse to make the shirt disappear.

simon froze, his eyes glued to the water dripping down your shirt. after a beat of silence, he muttered, "well, guess you’ll need to take that off now. what a shame."

shocked, you watched as he put the glass down and left the room, still feeling the cold water seeping through the fabric. did he seriously just accidentally splash you and then walk out like nothing happened? that bitch.

*

later, as you slept in your bed, wearing your shirt this time, you stirred slightly at the feeling of someone’s arms wrapping around you. you didn’t even need to open your eyes or turn around—you already knew who it was. that familiar warmth could only belong to simon.

"simon?" you muttered groggily, barely able to make out the shape of him in the dim light. "what are you doing here?"

"shh, just sleep, pretty girl," he whispered softly, his breath warm against your ear. "i just wanted to apologize for how i acted earlier."

"i'm listening," you murmured, your voice barely more than a whisper.

simon’s arms tightened around you as he spoke. “i’m sorry for earlier. i know i’ve been pushin' you away and acting like an idiot. seein' you in johnny’s shirt... it just brought out this jealousy i didn’t want to admit i had. i hate feelin' like i’m not enough, or that someone else might have a piece of you. the truth is, i want you to be only mine. i can’t stand the thought of you being with anyone else. i just wanted you to know that, even if i messed everythin' up.”

“well, isn’t this a surprise? i didn’t realize it took me wearing johnny's shirt for you to admit your feelings.” you said with a hint of a smile, turning around to kiss him softly. simon sighed into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you with a sense of relief and affection.

simon pulled back slightly, his eyes intense as he rested his forehead on yours “i mean it, you know. you’re mine—only mine. no one else gets to touch what’s mine.” his voice was firm, yet tender, which made his words more meaningful.

"did you have a similar conversation with soap?" you asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

simon grinned, leaning in even closer. “yep, told him to keep his wardrobe to himself unless he wanted a 'property of simon' label slapped on everything he owns.” he sealed his words with a gentle, lingering kiss, his lips tenderly brushing against yours as if to mark his claim in the most intimate way.

*

soap: so, i guess it worked?

y/n: your shirt got wet, but i got what i wanted. thanks, bestie.  

soap: i think i got worse treatment from simon than the shirt did, but anything for my two lovebirds.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Better on you

18+, MDNI, p in v, save a 🐎 ride a 🤠 ! Porn with no plot at all

“Shit.” He grunted, hands on your hips as he guided you up and down on his cock, your head was thrown bad in pure bliss before he hit the skin of your thigh.

“Eyes on me, darlin’.” He said, making you snap your eyes open and look at him, a smirk falling over his face, an idea popping into his head.

He looked gorgeous, nothing on his body except for his hat loosely on his head.

His hands reached for the hat, you furrowing your eyebrows as he took it off and put it on top of your head, fitting it onto your head. You glanced up at it and back at him.

“I like it better on you.” He told you, and he swears he could cum from the sight of you in that moment.

He looked up at you, on top of him, your hands strewn across his chest and his hat on your head. He let out a low groan again, and moved his hands back to your hips, helping you speed up as you let out a squeal.

“Sh- shit, Rafe!”

“You just need me to do everythin’ for ya, don’t you?” He asked you. “That’s a’ight.” He mumbled, watching as you came undone on his cock with a cry of his name.