#Volta Sessions

[calilk]

Gem’s death was the cause of Pearl’s realisation. After all that time chasing and taunting and blood, after an offer was finally extended and then brutally taken away, finally, the pin dropped. As stark text blinked into the corner of her vision, with nothing for company but the apathetic water lapping at the shore of this oh so lonely island, finally the reality of Pearl’s emotions hit her. The deep longing in her chest finally revealed its mark. The arrow set fly so long ago finally struck empty space, an absence, a still-warm corpse. Pearl, with so much love to give, and yet again, no one to take it from her cold and broken hands.

[poachersinyourhome]

amputechture is lowkey a terrifying album it makes me kind of uncomfortable (but just enough uncomfortableness to make it enjoyable) so now ill write what each song reminds me of and how they make me feel because i need to yap yap n yap on the intenet 🙈‼️ (this was a recommendation from my therapist to cope and understand how music makes me feel on a very deep level so we can understand why i love them sm and i guess it makes sense cuz i tend to connect feelings from music to inner experiences so i guess ill just share it here) also this shit is going to be *REAL LONG* i can sense it 💔

vicarious atonement:

the scariest song imo AFTER EL CIERVO VULNERADO. the beginning is pertect for setting up this tense and foggy ambience that follows through the whole album. i grew up with road trips at night to arrive to my hometown on all holidays and there were bits of them when it was very late and my dad turned off the music and my mother and siblings were asleep and everything felt horrible and this song feels just like that. late night road trips where its very foggy and cold and you dont know where you are and everyone inside the car is quiet and you are scared of crashing and every sound intensifies and you feel very uneasy and you try to not move at all and you keep looking out the window kind of hoping not to encounter any weird thing outside. idk if you feel the vibe guys but it sounds just like this

tetragrammaton:

well this one is going to be wild because heh. you know. how long this fucking song is ⁉️🙄 segment 1 and 8 (0:00 to 1:10 - 14:47 to 16:42) is horrifying to me because it sounds SO overwhelming. i feel like if these parts were to be a physical entity they would be a big Cthulhu-like creature that with just looking at it it would asphyxiate you because of how overwhelming the feeling of its mere existence is. idk. segment 2 (1:11 to 4:35) is not as scary as the 1st one. it feels just like the ocean in daytime where it all seems fine but you just KNOW something horrible could lurk out and eat you or pull you down to the sea. im extremely scared of the ocean BUT a while ago i went diving at veracruz which is gulf of mexico which is basically the atlantic ocean and i had to face my thalassophbia or wtv and i was holding a rope connected to the ship and saw the MASSIVE corals and shit underneath me and it all seemed fine but i was lwk having a panic attack bc even tho i knew everything was fine and the guys told us there were 100% zero sharks i just felt like something horrifying was about to happen and i was gonna die and shit. nothing happened at the end but i still feel panic to this day. segment 3 (4:36 to 5:50) sort of nothing LOLLL it just feels like indian elephants and one very very specific massive room at my primary school that had very yellowy lighting and a rug wall that was removable but outside of that, thats it. segment 4 (5:51 to 7:47) feels like my cousins house at night. his house is honestly quite traumatic to me not bc anything happened there but because of how it generally made me feel unsafe at all times. again, not because of a bad experience nor bc of my family, but entering it immediately made me feel sad and unsafe and sleeping in it was (and still is) very very scary. idk why tho LOL. segment 5 and 7 (7:48 to 11:02 - 14:13 to 14:46 ) feels like grabbing glitter as a kid and playing w it and throwing it everywhere and going alll crazey and doing slime and theowing it at my carpet and eatinf sugar sugar sugar 🤪 segment 6 ( 11:03 to 14:12) feels like when i traveled to my hometown to my grandparents house (late 2009-2010) they didnt have matresses for us so we had to sleep on the floor and my mom had an old tv and watched adultswim at night and i peeked through the blankets and saw weird shit and my mom got so so angry and screamed at me even when it was so late at night and i was so little and she knew i was scared to a cricri song about witches so she sang it to me and i cried so hard and she said that they will come to get me if i dont sleep so i tried to sleep and tried to hug her but she pushed me away. damn that was long.

vermicide:

beautiful and calming song. reminds me of my deceased great grandmothers house that i felt very safe in and also of going out with my grandpa to get some agua fresca de lima 😝 (i dont know how u gringos diferenciate between limones and limas so just switched tospanish LOL also who cares im 100000% sure no one is fucking reading all of this i could say the most cancel worthy thing and no one would know J@J#HK#) and a carnival that gets in front of my OTHER very much alive great grandmothers house that was very fun.

meccampturechture:

i ADORE this song its so fun and funky. it kind of feels like lava on its way down the popocatepetl having a fun time just going down and destroying allll puebla MUAJAJAJA 😈also feels like when i go to tuxpan veracruz w my family and we are having a great time in the wild and we spend literal days without taliing to anyone except for eachother 🤭 and walking on the streets and exporing. also idk if this might be bc of that verysame tuxpan thing but it also feels like little seahorses and shrimp swiming on the ocean kind of fast. scaping from some big fish. also the department store liverpool at the beach (? idk how that works but the image of a Liverpool store at a beach sounds just about right LOLZ)

asilos magdalena:

mjj this is a weird one because i cannot differenciate between what i feel from this song with the situations in my life where this song played. you see, my mom loves this song and she played it a whole lot when i was little and it feels incredibly nostalgic. everytime i listen to cedrics voice i kind of also listen to my mothers voice singing it while she is cleaning the house and im just looking out the window and feeling sad because of this song and also trying to figure out what the lyrics meant because avr 😭 que chucha significa "en mi vida el oscuro me mantiene cuando yo te vi en la lluvia me prometisteS ru sangre yo no me quedo" Y MAS AUN EL "estrella de la mañana samael te persigo a ti y si me quemo sin alas ademas me muero por ti" AVER FOKIN CEDRIC COMO QUE Y SI ME QUEMO SIN ALAS ADEMAS ME MUERO POR TI NO TIENE SENTIDO ESA ORGANIZACION DE PALABRAS NO TIENE SENTIDO CHIT POPO CAVA 😭😭😭 y eso era exactamente lo k yo pensaba cuando la cantaba mi mama y me molestaba un poco. tambien me recuerda a ESPEREN 😭 BYE ME PONIA A HABLAR ESPAÑOL DE LA NADA ASH PERDON it reminds me of when isaw it live 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 thatz it idk what happened to me sorey but i will not delete that and rewrite it bc im lazey AH FOKIN FLOJERA VERDAD BABOSA LLEVAS ESCRUBUENDO SIN PARARA COMO MEDIA HORA Y T DA FLOJERA TRADUCIR ESO VERDAD MALDITA ah ya perdon no se k me pasa lo bueno esq nadie va a leer esto xq nomanches si llevo un buen quepedo y eso q me falta mi bebe hermosa la ojos viscerales 😍😍↓

viscera eyes:

OWHHHH GAWDDDD i love all thissong and i think it doesnt rlly reminds me of anything deep other than school trips specially when i was in 8th grade and we went to chapultepec and i had such a great time but i think this song reminds me of that bc in 8th grade i loved this song a LOT 😍 also i remmeber om 9th grade i had started being friends w this cool ass girl and she liked cool music and i wanted to show her that i liked cool music too but i only listened to tmv (huh such a surprise) and she said hey lets share an earphone and she said put on a song of that band you like and i had to think FAST so i played viscera eyes and she didnt.. really like it bc she was punkgothicemometalhead 💔💔 she only said she liked the combined harmonizing guitars that change the rhythm at like 2/3 of the song but she probably just said that to add something to the song hehe

day of the baphomets:

RAGHRGHGRHR this is probably my fav song from this whole album i was intensly obsessed w it for a looong time (probably u could tell because of my username and name being lyrics from this song) and hoooly shit this song needs to be played at max volume every single time cuz every single detail from it is PERFECT 😍😍😍 absolute masterpiece ☺️ this song makes me want to float and fly veeery far away. i want to point out that i feel particularly close to this song because it feels just like when i was younger and i started having my serious micro/macropsia attacks and it all felt so odd and chaotic that i started to hyperventilate and scream my lungs out because of how terrified i was. i remmeber my parents talking in the dark hearing me scream at the white wall saying "damn she might as well have schizophrenia" and i felt very scared and i just saw all these yellow and red and orange dots flying everywhere in my sleep and teapots 🤪 this song feels exactly like that but instead of horror amusement 🙉 i feel like everything about it was cautiously made to imitate my brain during my attacks like if omar n ced were hidden inside my bran and connected it to a boombox or wtv and them published it 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

el ciervo vulnerado:

aver ciervito pos ke pedo q te paso aaahaha 😁 why is this song not in spanish tho i think it might have been better if it was entirely in spanish. it feels exactly like vicarious atonement but slightlyyyy a tiny little bit very very veeery much more terrifying because of the little sax and whispering. and that last part where it starts going backwards and ceds voice goes deep HELL NAWWW its so scary holey moley. but generally the same feeling 😭 just multiplied by 50

perdon chikos yo se que nadie va a leer esto pero me encanto urgar en mi mente para ver a que experiencias me recuerdan las canciones y xq me gustan tanto. kizas lo haga d nuevo con cassandra gemini (o frances the mute? pero siento k de ese no puedo decir tanto como con amputechture) o deloused. deloused yo creo q me hhce super nostalgica y ya pero nada peofumdo como este. O BUENO NOCTURNIQUET TMBN puede ser profundo xq las canciones en general son mas tristezonas y eso hace que conecte con mas oensamientos. no se. ya me voya dormir xq la neta llevo como 2 horas escribiendosin parar y ya tengo gran parte de ll mano derecha dormida. y ademas son ya las 12:45 de la mañana o noche ns pero es d noche LOL bye chicos los amo muak

[mixamorphosis]

This mix is from 2012/13 or thereabouts. There's no back story to this, the title simply came from the fact that I hadn't been on my decks for a couple of months, I got the urge one evening, so I hit record and this was what came out the other end. The cover was pretty rushed and I've often thought about changing it, but I really love the text and the colour, so I've opted to leave it as it is.

Linked up tracklist [HERE]

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Tracklist

Teslaboy – In Your Eyes (Volta Cab Mix) (Self Released) Deadly Sins - I Can Feel It (Original Cuts) Betty Wright - Slip & Do It (V Feels So Good Edit) (Vehicle) Janefondas – Forbidden Love (Janefondas Edit) Rocco Raimundo - Give Me Your Love (House Of Disco) LTJ - Turn Me On (Hot Groovy) KC & The Sunshine Band – I Get Lifted (Cilly Pilly Edit) Craig Hamilton - Lay It Down (Flatpack Traxx) Dynamicron - Never Ever (Dynamicron Romanticron Edit) Session Victim - Time To Let You Down (Delusions Of Grandeur) Leon - Nice To Meet You (Dave Allison Remix) (Timewarp) Nicholas - Can You Understand? (No More Hits) The Noodleman - Goin’ Down (Goin’ Down) (Editorial) Frank Booker - Boss (Sleazy Beats) Sirarcusa - Streap-Tease in The Stars (The Way I Do) (Leng Records)

[killiandestroy]

hanno continuato a fare gli esami al bar di fronte all'università ma quale altro popolo ha questa capacità di adattamento

[iniquitousyearning]

MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter Twenty Seven-Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

Tags: EEEEEEE ANGST!!!!! LOVE!!!! CONFESSIONS!!!! PROGRESS!!!!! Also, mentions of childhood trauma, childhood emotional abuse, parental abuse, mentions of death, extremely deep and emotional. Very painful. Also, some adorable Theo in the beginning.

FIND THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS HERE.

Just as Mattheo was on the verge of popping open the door to the washroom, he halted, pivoting back to face you, locking eyes in an intense moment.

"I'll go out first," he declared, his gaze dancing from your eyes to your lips and back, a fleeting yet charged exchange. "If Nott is still there, I'll distract him. Meet me in the courtyard."

Before you could formulate a response, he swiftly flicked the lock open and swung the door wide, leaving the room with purpose. Internally cursing him in a cascade of languages, you realized the gaping flaw in his plan--it was you who had called out to Theo from inside the washroom, not him...so surely, Mattheo's departure from the bathroom before you would hardly appear inconspicuous to Theo, should he still be lingering outside the fucking door.

Brilliant. Bloody brilliant.

Releasing a prolonged breath laden with anxiety, you pivoted back toward the mirror, meticulously assessing your appearance. Adjusting your mask, you coaxed your hair into place, smoothing down any unruly strands. Just as you were finally beginning to feel the tension ease off of your shoulders, the bathroom door groaned open once more--revealing a tall, brown-haired figure, elegantly clad in a sharp blue suit.

Your heart stuttered, and you spun around, breath catching in your throat. "Theo..."

Theo entered the bathroom, a cheeky smirk adorning his lips as he leisurely assessed you from head to toe, allowing the door to click shut behind him.

"Looks like I've finally figured you out," he declared, his voice a low, honeyed drawl. "Although it seems I'm a tad too late."

Closing the distance, you anxiously tried to apologize. "Theo, I'm so sorry-"

"Don't be, Bella," he interrupted, wetting his lips, softly raising a hand to his heart. "Your secret is safe with me."

"My...why? In exchange for what?" Your words hung in the air, lost as you struggled to make sense of the situation.

A low chuckle escaped him, his gaze lingering on your lips. "Why would you think I want something?"

Tension gripped you. "I just-"

"I already told you," he interrupted, his hand ascending toward your face, delicately brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm a gentleman, little bird...you owe me nothing...all I ever wanted was confirmation."

Your brows furrowed, his touch sending subtle tingles over your cheek as his thumb grazed against it. A delicate shiver traced its way down your spine, and the room seemed to close in as his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that held the weight of unspoken revelations.

"Confirmation?" you questioned.

"Mm," he murmured, his eyes briefly scanning your features, and then he slowly withdrew his hand, leaving an almost lingering warmth on your skin. "Confirmation that Riddle's got it bad for you...as bad as I've ever seen it."

Your heartbeat quickened, a mix of confusion and denial clouding your thoughts. "No-"

"Yes," he retorted, a hint of amusement in his eyes at your quick dismissal. "We all could tell there was something going on with you two, little bird...we could see it in his eyes, the way he looked at you...come se tu fossi il sole e lui fosse un bambino che lo vede per la prima volta..."

(As if you were the sun, and he was a child seeing it for the first time...)

"And you...you looked at him just the same..." he added, his voice a low, encapsulated murmur, "since you've come around, it's been obvious, even to us heartless jerks, that he's different...it's clear that whatever this is, whatever you two have been hiding...È il tipo di cosa per cui aspetti per tutta la tua dannata vita..."

(it's the type of thing you wait your whole damn life for.)

Your words caught in your throat, a mixture of shock and disbelief washing over you. Stammering, you struggled to find a coherent response as warmth and bliss swirled in your chest, something deeply suppressed coming to life inside you at his revelation.

You looked up into his deep blue eyes, speechless for a moment before managing to utter, "thank you, Theo...thank you so much..."

"Of course, amore..." he said, his hands casually finding refuge in his pockets. "I understand precisely what he sees in you...I can only envision the fiery clashes of tongues you two must have..."

Smirking, you remarked, "You have no idea."

Theo chuckled, the mischievous glint growing in his eyes. As you made your way to the door, an impulsive idea took hold. Without hesitation, you spun back around, meeting his eyes as you reached for his face, drawing it down towards you, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek. With a smirk, you pulled back, leaving him momentarily taken aback.

"Your secret is safe with me too, Theodore..." you murmured, a sly grin playing on your lips. "Wouldn't want anyone to know that the Italian playboy has a heart, now would we?"

"You're absolutely right, Piccolo diavolo..." he quipped with a smirk, his eyes glinting playfully. "Now get out of here before Riddle comes to claim my bloody head."

Suppressing a snorted giggle, you confidently swung the washroom door open and gracefully glided back into the dimly lit hall. Swiftly traversing the corridor, you aimed straight for the courtyard, a subtle cringe registering as the rhythmic patter of rain on cobblestones reached your ears. As you approached the courtyard's entrance, there stood Mattheo, casually leaning against the wall, patiently awaiting your arrival.

Or rather, impatiently. "What took you so long?"

"I, uh, got caught up..." you stammered, wincing inwardly as your throat tightened. It didn't seem like the right moment to mention Theo, who had obviously somehow snuck past him. "I'm sorry."

"What am I ever going to do with you," Mattheo sighed, hint of amusement his voice as he turned toward the forest. "Come on,"

Mattheo guided you through the courtyard, the rhythmic cadence of raindrops creating a melodic backdrop to the night. The atmosphere crackled with an unspoken tension, and the moon and stars, obscured by thick clouds, added an eerie allure to an already anxious situation. Your dress, now entirely drenched, clung to your form, and navigating the wet ground in heels became an adventurous feat on its bloody own.

Frustration mounted as you navigated the slippery pathway in your soaked dress and precarious heels. An unfortunate misstep led to a stumble, and you found yourself cursing both the uneven ground and your choice of footwear.

Mattheo's irritation mirrored your own, evident in the sharp tone of his voice. "Watch where you're going, Raven..." he said, barely sparing you a glance as he continued moving. "Do I need to bloody carry you?"

You rolled your eyes, mumbling a response under your breath as you struggled to keep up with him, aggravated further by the relentless rain and Mattheo's brisk pace. The forest swallowed you both as you entered into it, its dark shadows and dense foliage intensifying the unease in the air.

"Can you please slow down?" You hissed, your voice rising over the sound of the clashing raindrops, hastily stepping over splayed branches and sharp rocks. "Is this all really fucking necessary?"

Mattheo stalled, the black fabric of his suit clinging to his strong frame, outlining the tensed contours of his body. As he paused and turned to look at you, his eyes reflected the profound darkness of the forest, deep pools of intensity that seemed to absorb the ambient light. The raindrops glistened on his chiseled features, and his once meticulously styled curls now lay flattened against his forehead, drenched by the relentless rain.

His intense gaze pierced through the darkness, capturing your soul as you staggered closer to him. The thick canopy of the trees cast shadows, with only the moon's pale glow filtering through the dense forest greenery.

"I'm giving you what you wanted," he declared, the weight of his words echoing in the eerie stillness. The moonlight outlined the contours of his soaked, dark suit, emphasizing the true irrationality of the moment, and you snuffed a scoff. "We're almost there-"

"This isn't what I wanted, Mattheo...I just wanted you to talk to me!" you snapped, frustration boiling over and echoing in the quiet forest. Your words hung in the damp air, mingling with the sound of raindrops and the distant rustle of leaves. "I'm sick of all the fucking theatrics...Gods, I'm soaked, I'm freezing, my dress is ruined, and we could get attacked by an endless array of creatures at any bloody moment....yet, you don't fucking care...you won't even slow down for me..."

Mattheo blinked, his emotions entirely indecipherable, his stern expression momentarily softening as he studied your figure. Seemingly dismissing your words, his eyes then shifted to the darkness behind him.

"I have a time frame...we need to move," he urged, but a scowl marred your face.

"Mattheo..." you pleaded, desperation laced in your voice, grabbing his arm and making him spin back around to fave you. "For Godric's sake! Please!"

Mattheo's eyes bore into you, the irritation etched on his features creating a tension that echoed through the darkened forest.

"What, Raven? What the hell do you honestly want from me?" His voice was a hiss, teeth bared, face contorted in a snarl. "You want me to tell you all my dirty little secrets, is that it? You want to know the dark corners of my past? What if I lay it all bare, and you decide I'm not the man you thought I was, huh? What then?"

You swallowed, dispelling the lump of anxiety lodged in your throat. Glimpsing the hardened features of the man before you, you mustered the courage to reach up and pull his mask off, before doing the same to yours, tossing them onto the forest floor.

"You're worried I'm going to leave," your thumb grazed his cheek as you questioned, "...is that what you're worried about, Mattheo?"

His gaze underwent a subtle transformation, softening amid a tempest of conflicting emotions. An audible swallow punctuated the charged atmosphere, the rain forming a delicate veil between you, its mist blending with the subdued downpour beneath the thick canopy of trees. Without a word, he nodded, his silent admission making your blood buzz with electricity.

"I'm not going anywhere," your whisper hung in the damp air, the fragility of your voice carrying a delicate plea. "I prom-"

He scowled, stalling your words as he shoved your hand away and attempted to step back, but you were quicker, seizing his arm and halting his retreat.

"Listen to me, Riddle...Gods, I'm not going anywhere, okay? I couldn't, even if I wanted to..." the intensity of your gaze bore into him, the misty rain creating an ethereal backdrop to the raw exchange between you.

"Yes, you could," he muttered, his voice torn. "And you will want to."

"I know your heart is at war with your head, Mattheo...but I'm here...I'm right fucking here...there's no leaving, there's no forgetting you..." you released a shaky breath, observing the subtle shift in his gaze toward your lips, his breathing gradually slowing, and you pulled him closer. "It’d be easier if you asked me to tear my heart out of my chest with my own fucking hands, then it would be to even make an attempt at forgetting you…"

"You're insane," he muttered, smirk teasing the corners of his lips, a mixture of disbelief and vulnerability in his eyes. "No wonder I can't get enough of you..."

You huffed, involuntarily blushing in response. Theo's words echoed in your mind, a persistent refrain like a neon sign blinking in the darkness. Type of thing you wait your whole fucking life for, he'd said.

As his sentiment lingered, the words dancing around you like a ghost, you felt a warmth enveloping your body despite the shivers running down your spine. The chill in the air became irrelevant, overpowered by the undeniable heat radiating from within. Gazing into those enchanting brown eyes, the ones you've let yourself drown in over and over and over again for months now, you grappled with the realization that what you felt for this boy transcended the superficial.

You didn't want him, you needed him. You didn't like him, you fucking loved him. And that meant for better, or for worse.

And as you stood there, struggling to contain the overwhelming emotion, you could hardly resist the urge to confess. Until, he raised his hand, gently pulling you closer, holding you tight against his chest. It felt like a silent prayer, an unspoken gesture for which no words could suffice.

"My childhood was similar to yours, Raven," he admitted, his words laced with a mix of reluctance and vulnerability. "Rich asshole parents, never around...dad was too busy fucking his assistant, and mom was too preoccupied spending his money to care...they pawned me and my brother off to my grandparents for most of our childhood."

Mattheo's grip tightened around you, his embrace offering both solace and a sense of protection as he paused for a moment, letting his words linger in the night air. You tensed, mentally bracing yourself.

"Which would have been fine, but my grandparents had their own issues," he continued, his voice carrying the weight of years gone by. "They split up when we were five...my brother went with my grandma while I stayed with grandpa...everyone blamed him, everyone fucking hated him, cut him out. My dad treated him like a piece of filth, as though he'd singlehandedly murdered his best friend or some shit...I was the only one he had left..."

As his words unfolded, you could feel the resonance of his pain, the narrative of abandonment and familial strife painting a somber picture in the midst of the rain-soaked forest--and at that, you could relate.

"I was all he had, and I was a fucking asshole...I treated him like shit because I felt like shit," he almost growled, his voice carrying the burden of remorse, tone becoming more strained with each syllable. "My brother was given everything--adored, loved, and cherished while I wasn't even looked at, fucking thought about. Wasn't my grandpas fault, but I took it out on him...I told him I fucking hated him, that he ruined my life. I just did whatever I wanted and he let me, because what else was he going to do?...this went on for years, until we got into a huge fight one night, and he called my dad...I left the house before he got there...just stormed out without another word..."

Mattheo's grip tightened further, his chin digging into the top of your head as he continued, the pain in his voice echoing louder than ever. "The next call I got was from my dad...telling me grandpa's at the hospital," he admitted, a heavy weight in his words, your heart beating in your throat, his echoing in your ears. "He went to chase after me and some fucking goons jumped him, in the middle of the street, while I was too busy being a fucking selfish, pathetic little bitch..."

The rawness of his story unfolded in the damp air, adding layers of complexity to the connection between you, the rain serving as a silent witness to the cathartic release of his past. Your chest rung with pain, lids fluttering shut as your lungs reached for air, gripped by the depth of the agony in his tone. Mattheo's voice trembled as he continued, the raw pain seeping into the damp air.

"It was my fault...all of it, my fucking fault...and my dad made sure to hammer that into me...every single fucking day since," he spat the words through gritted teeth, hastily letting go of you, shifting his hands to your shoulders as he met your eyes. "I reached the hospital just before he took his last breath...and you know what he fucking said to me?"

You gasped, taken aback by the overwhelming surge of emotions within him. "N-no,"

"He told me to forgive him, " he seethed, his teeth barred, tears threatening to spill from his intense gaze. "He told me to fucking forgive my dad, that insufferable prick who never spared him a fucking minute, never spared me a minute...that heartless bastard...how the fuck could he tell me to forgive someone like that? How the fuck could those be his last fucking words?"

Your breath hitched, a sharp intake of air as his words etched themselves into the recesses of your mind. The pain and raw emotion swirled around you effortlessly, an inescapable tide. “Rebelling was my coping mechanism, yet it was fleeting. Nothing I did was enough, always slipping through my fingers like fucking sand…”

His grip on your arms tightened, fingers digging in with a brutal force that threatened to splinter bones, jolting you within the clutches of his anguish.

"…I just-fuck--tell me where to put the fucking anger," he growled, the desperation in his voice palpable, echoing the tumultuous storm within him. "Fucking tell me, Raven...fuck...where the fuck-"

"Hey--breathe, just breathe," you whispered, meeting his gaze with understanding, bringing your hands up to his face, pulling him close. "It wasn't your fault...you were just a boy...a boy who needed his family...needed someone to tell him he was loved...they turned you into a fucking weapon and then told you to find peace..."

"And you were right..." he sniffed, his hands shaking as he held you; his eyes actively searching yours as if seeking solace. "...I let it all consume me...possess me," he murmured, voice heavy with regret. "I became the weapon they wanted, the one they made me out to be, because anger was better than wallowing...better than grief...better than guilt..."

Your hands trembled against his damp skin, the collective heat from your bodies hot enough to ignite the whole forest into pure fucking flame. You glimpsed his lips, and he wet them, little rivers of rain running down his skin, your hearts pounding in rhythm.

"At least rage would lift me up...make me stand..." he whispered, blinking the liquid away from his eyes, and whether it was rain or tears, you weren’t entirely sure. "Make me walk..."

"I understand..." you chewed your cheek, breath shallow as you nodded. "I completely understand."

"I've done shitty things...more than I could even begin to tell you about...all because I couldn't deal with my own bullshit, but, now...it just feels different...I feel different..." he confessed in a hushed tone, the weight of his words palpable. "Where I once craved vengeance, I now crave rest."

"Yeah?" You blinked, searching his face, thumbs softly brushing over his cheeks. "Why is that?"

"Because of you," he said, glimpsing your lips, his eyes clouded with emotion. "You gave me peace in a lifetime of war."

Your breath froze, time suspended as if under a spell, the world around you caught in a momentary stillness. Your grip on his face tightened, as though afraid he might slip away, the rain dancing around both of you in a silent cascade. And as the two of you stood there, his face, held in your hands, revealed a complexity of emotion that entirely mirrored your own--a beautiful mess, a captivating ruin.

As raindrops continued to create a soft percussion around you, you found yourself lost in the depths of his brown eyes, unsure if you were even inhaling anymore. But one thing you did know, was that this was the boy you loved, an intricate blend of imperfections, a chaotic disaster just like yourself.

In this instance, he embodied everything you've ever yearned for without even realizing it--a mix of nobility and ruthlessness, courage entwined with vulnerability, a paradoxical blend of strength and weakness. He is the type of man that you'd choose to stand beside in a war, never wishing to stand against. He's been unapologetically badass, yet somehow still possesses a heart that resonated with honesty. He was the embodiment of your dreams, realized in the midst of pure, complete chaos, and you wouldn't want to change a goddamn thing.

And just as you were parting your lips, just as you wanted to let the sacred words fall from your tongue, Mattheo's head snapped up--and then you heard it too, the breaking of branches shattered the moment, an ominous sound of something moving in the distance.

Without hesitation, Mattheo seized your wrist, his grip firm yet gentle, pulling you into motion with an intense purpose. "Come on."

Deeper into the forest you followed, the urgency palpable in each step. After a brief but purposeful journey, he slowed, guiding you behind a tree with a subtle urgency, the surroundings now cloaked in a heightened sense of alertness. As you pressed against the rough bark, the sounds of animals moving reached your ears, an eerie symphony veering closer.

In the veiled darkness, Mattheo's firm grip on your wrist subsided as he released you, his movements fluid despite the rivers of rain streaming down his face and body. Unfazed, he reached for his gun with practiced ease, the metallic click of it being cocked and the safety being flicked off resonating in the air.

Brows furrowed in confusion, you met his eyes, searching for answers. Mattheo, seemingly calm amidst the night's intrigue, noted your perplexity.

With a steady gaze, he said, "This is a thestrals' nest."

Your features contorted even further, not understanding what was happening--caught between the concealment of the tree, the mysterious sounds of the night, and the sudden revelation. Raindrops trickled down your face, mirroring the cascade of questions flooding your mind.

As Mattheo peeked out from behind the tree, you stammered, "A thestrals' nest? But...wh-what do you need that for?" Your heart thundered, fear gripping you. "...you're not hurting them, are you?"

"No," Mattheo's head whipped back at you, raising a hand to his face and pushing his sopping hair off his forehead. "I'm protecting them."

You paused. "You're-"

"Merlin's sake you ask a lot of questions, don't you?" He teased, an amused glint in his eyes despite the undercurrent of annoyance in his tone. "It's a long story, but basically I've spent a lot of fucking time in this forest...pretty much every night since first year I'd come out here...and one night, I just started studying them, their sounds, behaviours...just watching what they do."

A pause lingered, pregnant with anticipation. Mattheo cast another furtive glance beyond the sheltering tree, his gaze slicing through the darkness like a laser. When he pivoted to meet your eyes, the intensity of his gaze held a silent invitation into his life.

"But then my fascination extended beyond just watching them. I took out some textbooks, literally the only books I've ever taken out of the library, other than that book on stars, were about them...I just wanted to know everything," he said, cautiously examining your stunned face. "And by doing that I found out that they're vulnerable to certain predators, but especially Acromantulas...so as the years went on, and I noticed their population dwindling, I knew exactly the reason why, and I knew I had to do something about it."

"I tried spells, natural deterrents, enchanting the trees...didn't work. I even planted a bunch of magical herbs and plants around their nest, ones that emit scents that are repulsive to Acromantulas, but they're not strong enough, I guess." Another brief pause, another glance out behind the tree. "I had to get creative...I went to Snape...told him about my idea, and he was on board. He gave me permission to enchant the gun, and actually helped me devise a spell called Stellaverti specifically for this purpose. It's not meant to harm the spiders; it's designed to deter them effectively without causing any lasting damage."

He took a deep breath, his voice steady. "When I cast the spell on the bullets, they transform into magical projectiles. Upon impact, they create a blinding light and emit a loud, echoing noise. It's disorienting and frightening, encouraging them to retreat. The effects are temporary, wearing off after a few minutes, but the spell allows me to safeguard them while still keeping them and others free from harm."

Your jaw hung agape, every fiber of your being seemingly pulled skyward. Speech escaped you, a silent symphony of astonishment conducted within. Vibrations of disbelief and internal tremors accompanied each uttered revelation, leaving you in a state of wordless chaos. When words finally left your lips, you didn't even know what the hell you were saying.

"You created a fucking spell?"  Your voice, louder than intended, verged on a near scream. The question, a burst of astonishment, reverberated through the forest. "Why not wield your wand directly?"

"Using my wand directly poses a risk, Raven. If I were to miss, the spell might deflect, hit something else, causing unintended consequences..." he said, his expressions completely serious. "With the modified handgun, I can maintain a safer distance while ensuring precision and accuracy. It's about minimizing risks and maximizing the effectiveness of the deterrent."

He paused for a moment before adding, "Plus, having a dedicated tool specifically enchanted for this purpose allows me to act fast...I only do this for a couple weeks during the Acromantula breeding cycle, when they're more aggressive...they usually stay fucked off for the rest of the year."

As Mattheo's explanation hung in the air, you stood there, utterly speechless, your mind trying to grasp the depth of what he just revealed. The man who others perceived as indifferent to everything had been quietly dedicating himself to safeguarding these enchanting, misunderstood creatures all this fucking time. A profound sense of beauty unfolded in the revelation, leaving you stunned by the contrast between perception and reality.

Despite the rain seeping into every crevice, a newfound warmth enveloped you. In this mystical realm, your shock transformed into a profound appreciation for Mattheo's silent commitment to protect the fragile balance of the forest. It was a revelation that transcended the weather, the night, and everything else, leaving you with an indescribable certainty that you always fucking knew--beneath the surface, there was more to this man than met the eye. Despite all he's been through, there was still good in him.

"Stay put, and be quiet…” Mattheo instructed in a hushed tone, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that demanded obedience. “Please.”

When you nodded, he moved, darting out from behind the tree, shifting toward a closer one with swift purpose. Peering out from your hidden vantage point, the thestrals' nest unveiled itself--a spectral scene of maternal serenity juxtaposed against the dark mystery of the forest. Yet, the tranquility was shattered by the impending arrival of Acromantulas, their looming forms casting a foreboding shadow over the ethereal tableau.

Your focus shifted to Mattheo, becoming a silent witness to a ballet of controlled power and graceful precision. Like a predator in fluid motion, he maneuvered through the trees, a master of stealth. His every step seemed to echo with purpose, aligning effortlessly with the approaching threat while remaining veiled behind the foliage.

In the orchestrated dance between protector and adversary, Mattheo's movements radiated a controlled power, a testament to years of dedication. As he raised the enchanted gun, a cascade of spells erupted with an otherworldly grace, each shot hitting its mark with eerie precision. With each resounding pop from Mattheo's weapon, the Acromantulas recoiled, swiftly retreating into the rainy silence. The echoes of their hurried departure lingered in the air, blending with the sound of branches snapping in the distance as the forest reclaimed its calm.

Mattheo, having deftly wielded the weapon, then lowered it with deliberate ease once he had scared the last of them off. He tucked it back into his pants before moving toward the thestrals, his movements now mirroring a far more soothing rhythm. Gently petting them, he reassured the creatures that the threat had passed, murmuring words of safety and comfort amidst the delicate patter of raindrops.

Stammering through the aftermath, you approached him, your mind in complete disarray, grappling with the revelation that shattered all of your preconceived notions. Everything you thought you knew about this man had been upended, leaving you standing on the precipice of understanding, yet feeling like you were teetering on the edge of an unknown abyss.

Words eluded you, lost in the echoes of enchanted gunfire and the fading retreat of Acromantulas. Your gaze lingered on Mattheo, who now stood amidst the thestrals, his demeanor shifting from vigilant protector to a gentle guardian, and it was in this moment of perplexity, a newfound attraction stirred within you, a magnetic pull fueled by the complexity that unveiled itself beneath Mattheo's exterior. The dichotomy of strength and tenderness, protector and nurturer, had never been more alluring, and you'd never been more fucking attracted to him in your life.

As you closed the distance, his gaze met yours, the intensity in his irises now softened to a warmth akin to melted chocolate. Rivulets of rain cascaded down his face, weaving through the contours of features that seemed to shed the need for concealment. It was as though, in this rain-soaked sanctuary, he’d finally found the freedom to reveal his true self.

In the weighty silence, he blinked, a subtle tension clinging to him. "I've said a lot tonight, and I understand if it's too much for you-"

But you cut through the air, your words breaking free in an unguarded moment, shaking your head as you stepped closer, kinking your neck back to fully catch his eyes.

"I am so fucking in love with you."

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[purplepeptobismol]

I NEEED MORE EMICOOP IDC IF ITS ART OR HEADCANNONS I NEED MORE

Im sorry it took a while anon! But here are just a couple I can think of from the top of my head! 😋🫶

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Cooper

Starts piercing his ears at age 15 and even attempted to do one himself at 16 ☠️

This one is obvious but he thumps his knuckles the way Butters does whenever he’s overwhelmed/nervous. Maybe he picked up on it, but I like to think it’s a hereditary habit

Cooper is actually fluent in Spanish because he grew up listening to a lot of Latin American artist. [thank you volta for helping me coin this <3]

speaking of ^, his favorite is Selena and owns a vinyl of hers because I say so

Has a bit of popularity with a specific demographic (nerds)

its very 50/50 when it comes to getting along with people. If he doesn’t have a good first impression of you, then he’s not gonna engage, but is overall pretty chill with everyone

favorite color is black (space black)

academically advanced in science related subjects. Of course he is, it’s his favorite

likes really sweet stuff and absolutely hates salted dark chocolate

tends to have strict/high morals and a strong sense of justice (gets along with Kyle because of it, and will have political yap sessions with him and Isa)

likes to binge watch shows with Kate while they eat

Emilio

likes race cars/racing!! His jacket is a race car jacket and gets along with Kenny cuz of it.

Emilio doesn’t know a lot of Spanish, but he knows a basic amount (a literal ‘no sabo’ kid ☠️) . He failed Spanish y’all </3

has a lot of beauty marks!!

very in tune with nature and likes plants

joined the basketball team in middle school

picked up cooking around freshman year of high school and is actually REALLY really good at it

ends up working on the coffee shop with his grandparents despite his parents protesting against it

chill with people but he tends to lean on the people-pleaser side

pretty slow when it comes to social cues and reading the room

was a very fussy baby and toddler and has some anxiety issues behind close doors. He tends to keep appearances so he will literally be screaming and crying in his head but in the outside it’s full on poker face. (Learned this skill in the 6th grade)

was very clingy to Tweek throughout his childhood but goes through a rebellious phase in middle school that makes him have the typical ‘I hate my parents’ attitude

EmiCoop

Cooper fell in love first but he didn’t realize his feelings until the 4th grade 

Emilio is actually so freaking— ⚰️ y’all… bro does not understand what he feels towards Cooper for a long while. Internalized homophobia got his ass

Cooper gets along with Craig, and Tweek has a soft spot for him. When Cooper and Craig end up going on space related yap sessions, Emilio gets pretty pissy. Actually—

(pre dating) Emilio is the very jealous type, I’m talking ‘IFHY by Tyler’ type of jealous ☠️☠️. And since he’s not going out with Cooper, he use to get so angry whenever he felt jealous. He didn’t understand what it was or why, but that only pissed him off more.

Emilio tends to stare at Cooper when he isn’t looking

Cooper finds Emilio physically attractive 🫢

Around elementary, they use to spend more time in Cooper’s house. But in middle school and high school, they switched to Emi’s since it was closer to them.

They are active on social media, so they’re always sending each other stupid stuff in a groupchat with Isa

Emilio and Isa get along really well since they have similar niche interests, but they’re all scared of her when she blows up. Cooper is down to go through her schemes tho. Whenever the Marsh-Broflovskis are over, the trio become like the old school South Park kids. Do NOT leave them alone for more than 24 hours. They WILL set something on fire. (Robin and Kate would probably come along but won’t intervene cuz it’s ’not their problem’)

Cooper isn’t bad at cooking, but he’s decent. Since Coop beats Emi in a lot of stuff, Emilio gets competitive towards cooking, so he will often try to ‘beat’ him and make him eat his dishes just so he can hear Cooper say that they’re good.

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These are a couple I had on my notes, but I’m open to answering more specific questions if you have any !!!

[cringefailvox]

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fanfic directory under the cut:

our lovely company appears so entertained — alastor/vox, rated M, 2.6k, complete. one-sided bdsm torture session where vox is into it, sexually, and alastor is definitely not

The Diving Bell — charlie/vaggie, rated T, 9.5k, complete. a pre-canon character study of their relationship progression

riding out the drop — valentino/vox, rated E, 4.3k, complete. val gets fed up with vox's fixation on the radio demon, they fuck about it

to slip such carrion ties — alastor & rosie, rated G, 1.7k, complete. missing scene between episodes 7 & 8, rosie character study

sometimes you scrape and sink so low — alastor & husk, rated G, 1.8k, complete. missing scene post-ep 5 where alastor and husk work things out

time has changed the metaphor — alastor/rosie/vox, rated T, 15.2k, complete. first installment in my meteor shower au series where alastor, rosie, and vox are in a qpr together

Featherstone — valentino & velvette & vox + valentino/vox, rated T, 7.8k, complete. accidental baby acquisition with the vees

dragging its tail in the sea — alastor/rosie/vox, rated T, 15.4k, complete. second installment in the meteor shower qpr series

pas de deux — carmilla/velvette, rated E, 4.7k, complete. plotless smut where carmilla teaches velvette a lesson about respect

ET TU, ALASTOR? — angel/lucifer + husk/lucifer + niffty/lucifer + alastor/lucifer, rated M, 4.8k, complete. crackfic of charlie gradually losing her sanity as lucifer rebounds with 80% of her staff

oleanders in june — alastor/vox, rated T, 6k, complete. pre-canon, alastor and vox share a meal and some uncomfortably intimate sadistic tension

spiraling down thy majesty — lucifer/vox, rated E, 7.1k, complete. lucifer and vox decide to vent their mutual frustration about alastor by fucking each other

the world we knew (over and over) — alastor/lucifer + lucifer & charlie + alastor & charlie, rated M, 15.8k, in-progress. time loop fic in which charlie dies during the final battle and lucifer and alastor relive it again, and again, and again

Trust Us With Your Stress Relief! — valentino/velvette/vox, rated M, 2.5k, complete. in which the vees use their monthly vacation day to blow off some steam together (read: torture their employees)

strange perfections in any stranger i choose — alastor/vox, rated G, 3.6k, complete. a take on pre-canon radiostatic's first meeting

i want your violence, your silent sedation — alastor/vox, rated M, 5.8k, complete. in which radio isn't as dead as you think, vox is an irresponsible pet owner, and alastor gets attic wife'd

even now you mark my steps — alastor/vox, rated T, 5.2k, complete. alastor, vox, and an improvised waltz at a plant nursery

come and kiss me, pretty baby — alastor/vox, rated G, 3.3k, complete. drunken queerplatonic radiostatic shenanigans

when the flies fell — alastor/vox, rated E, 32.9k, complete. human(ish) au where weird shit happens when they try to summon a demon together

a putrid feeling that i've addressed — valentino/vox, rated T, 5.1k, complete. helluva boss full moon, staticmoth edition

undone, undress — angel/valentino, rated E, 7.5k, complete. the vees have been defeated, but angel and val aren't finished with each other just yet

volta; you woke the world inside of me — alastor/vox, rated T, 9.6k, complete. queerplatonic t4t radiostatic where vox has a gender crisis and alastor handles it shockingly well

the invitation to happiness — alastor & rosie & vox, rated G, 3.5k, complete. precanon rosemedia celebrating hanukkah together

verbatim — alastor/valentino, rated E, 8k, complete. vox is unavailable for alastor's heat, so valentino steps in to help

scatterbrain — alastor/vox + alastor & rosie + alastor & lilith, rated T, 6.8k, complete. in which alastor's seven-year absence was spent catching some z's

nobody as sweet as you — lucifer/vox, rated T, 8k, complete. sequel to "spiraling down thy majesty" where lucifer and vox follow through on their fake dating plan

jeepers creepers! — alastor/vox, rated E, 8.1k, complete. precanon hypnosis practice gone sexy

all scotch, no soda — angel & husk + angel & alastor, rated M, 5.1k, complete. precanon au where angel and husk are both owned by alastor, based off of this post

thus always to tyrants — alastor/valentino/velvette/vox, rated T, 3.7k, complete. after 7 years off the air, alastor comes home to his partners

loveproof — alastor & lucifer, rated T, 4k, complete. lucifer mistakes his platonic feelings for romantic ones and confesses to alastor, who predictably doesn't take it well

opium of the people — charlie & vox + vox & valentino & velvette, rated M, 6.7k, complete. crackfic where charlie unionizes voxtek

christmas kids — alastor & vox + valentino & velvette & vox, rated T, 3.7k, complete. radiostatic new year's eve, then and now

in the middle of love and liars — valentino/vox + valentino/angel + angel & vox, rated M, 7.1k, complete. when val hits vox for the first time, angel thinks he's knows what happens next. unfortunately it isn't so simple this time

silver sand underneath — rosie/vox, rated M, 8k, complete. au of thctm where rosie and vox strike up a platonic kink arrangement for stress relief

coruscate — valentino/vox, rated E, 5.1k, complete. staticmoth pwp where vox lights up like a glowstick

laplace's angel — charlie/vaggie, rated M, 5.8k, complete. charlie and vaggie try out cnc in the bedroom, vaggie does not handle it well at all

sweet dead eyes — alastor/vox, rated M, 4k, complete. alastor kills vox and gets haunted (compliant with undone, undress)

our hungers appeased — alastor/vox, rated E, 3k, complete. they have an arrangement wherein vox gets to fuck alastor however he wants & then alastor gets to kill him. shockingly wholesome

cherry pie entomology — alastor & husk & niffty, rated G, 3.1k, complete. alastor and husk run an errand for niffty's deathday, hijinks are had

[abr]

Mercoledì scorso, durante la sessione del World economic forum a Davos, il discorso del Presidente argentino Javier Milei ha fatto scoppiare una bomba a livello mondiale al punto di essere commentato in mezzo mondo e tradotto da molte testate giornalistiche. E così quello che molti media avevano dipinto alla stregua di un matto (soprattutto nella nostra cara Italia) improvvisamente si è trasformato in una via di mezzo tra un nuovo Churchill e Adenauer (...).

L’exploit del discorso di Davos: (é stato) osannato da tanti presenti che si sono complimentati con lui (...). Ma che cos’ha colpito così tanto la gente e soprattutto fatto arrabbiare in maniera clamorosa i grandi capi del Wef?

Semplice: per la prima volta un Presidente di una nazione si è rivolto al mondo intero (...) senza mezzi termini o frasi diplomatiche (...). In pratica Milei ha scoperto quell’acqua calda che molti continuano a negare, esaltando il modello capitalista come l’unico in grado nel corso del tempo, di cambiare radicalmente la condizione umana dando un benessere e un progresso nella società stessa davvero unico (...).

La parte che ha fatto più arrabbiare i leader del Wef ed entusiasmato molti è stata quando Milei ha detto (...): “Ora, per capire cosa siamo qui a difendere (...) è il rispetto illimitato del progetto di vita degli altri, basato sul principio di non aggressione, sulla difesa del diritto alla vita, alla libertà e alla proprietà degli individui, le cui istituzioni fondamentali sono la proprietà privata, i mercati liberi dall’intervento statale, la libera concorrenza, la divisione del lavoro e la cooperazione sociale. Dove si può avere successo solo servendo il prossimo con beni di migliore qualità a un prezzo migliore”.

E più avanti ha sostenuto che “i socialisti, visti gli innegabili progressi del mondo libero, i socialisti sono stati costretti a cambiare la loro agenda. Si sono lasciati alle spalle la lotta di classe (...) per rimpiazzarla con altri presunti conflitti sociali che sono ugualmente dannosi … come quello dell’uomo contro la natura.

Sostengono che gli esseri umani nuocciono al pianeta che deve essere protetto a tutti i costi, addirittura sostenendo un meccanismo di controllo della popolazione o la tragedia dell’aborto. Purtroppo queste idee dannose hanno permeato fortemente la nostra società (...). Hanno raggiunto questo risultato grazie all’appropriazione dei media, della cultura, delle università e anche delle organizzazioni internazionali (come il Wef, ndr). (...).

Fortunatamente siamo sempre più numerosi a osare alzare la voce perché vediamo che, se non combattiamo queste idee a testa alta, l’unico destino possibile è che avremo sempre più Stato, più regolamentazione, più socialismo, più povertà, meno libertà e, di conseguenza, un tenore di vita peggiore”.

(...) Purtroppo l’attuale Ue, già immersa nelle sue scandalose regole ambientali che decimeranno la classe media nel giro di pochi anni, attraverso un falso progressismo Radical-Chic Ztl sta portando avanti molte delle cose criticate dal Presidente argentino. (...)

Au point, grade Milei, il resto solo chiacchiere, distintivi, appeasement o nostagie canaglia, via https://www.ilsussidiario.net/news/diario-argentina-le-bordate-di-milei-a-davos-e-alle-linee-guida-dellue/2650140/

[lmfaowhatisthis]

YAPPING SESSION INCOMING!!!!!

so I went to efteling again today and OH BOY it was SOOOOOOOOOOOOO fun

My friends were there and I did danse macabre and villa volta for the first time and I loved it so much, my jaw was on the ground during both rides

AND my mom bought me the danse macabre pin set, I didn't even know it restocked

ily mom

[diceriadelluntore]

Storia Di Musica #309 - Led Zeppelin, Led Zeppelin, 1969

Come iniziare un nuovo anno di storie musicali? Si inizia con la scelta di 4 dischi che portano lo stesso nome dei loro autori, 4 band molto differenti tra loro, alcune famosissime, altre molto di meno (la scoperta di grandi dischi da artisti sconosciuti vorrei fosse una sorta di cardine di tutte le scelte del 2024). La Storia di Musica della prima domenica di gennaio 2024 parte con un modo di dire inglese: Go over like a lead ballon, che significa “è fallito del tutto” perché un lead ballon è un palloncino di piombo che ovviamente non può volare. Leggenda vuole che fu questo detto ad ispirare Keith Moon e John Entwistle, che suggerirono a Jimmy Page il nome per quella che diventerà una delle più formidabili formazioni di sempre: i Led Zeppelin. La storia è piuttosto nota: Page entra nel 1966 negli Yardbirds (già di Eric Clapton) come seconda chitarra di Jeff Beck. La band era già allo sfascio, e Page aveva intenzione di formare una nuova band con Moon ed Entewinstle. I tre con Jeff Beck registrano la storica Beck’s Bolero, registrata nel Maggio del 1966 ma pubblicata come singolo solo mesi più tardi, nel Marzo del 1967, brano fenomenale ma dalla storia travagliatissima, tra cui una intricata questione di diritti d’autore. Page, titolare del nome Yardbirds, prende accordi come leader degli Yardbirds per un mini tour in Scandinavia, ma nessuno dei suoi compagni accetta. Ne trova di altri: convince un session man mago delle tastiere, John Paul Jones, nel progetto, e tramite l’ex cantante degli Yardbirds Chris Dreja (che nel frattempo si è dato alla fotografia) assolda un biondo cantante, Robert Plant, che si porta con sé un batterista un po’ pazzo, John Bonham. È il 1968. Nascono così i Led Zeppelin (scritto così per non confondere il lead “piombo” con il lead “guidare”).

Senza nemmeno un po’ di gavetta registrano in 36 ore, sotto la guida del grande ingegnere del suono e produttore Glys Johns per poco più di 1700 sterline il loro primo, omonimo album per la Atlantic Records (fa più impressione il dato temporale che quello economico, 1700 sterline del 1968 sono 35 mila di adesso). E bastano: Led Zeppelin esce il 12 gennaio 1969 e diviene uno dei 10 album di debutto più belli ed importanti della musica rock. Venderà decine di milioni di dischi e manda in orbita, forse quasi troppo velocemente, il dirigibile più famoso del rock. In copertina mettono l’incidente del dirigibile Zeppelin LZ 129 Hindenburg avvenuto il 6 maggio 1937 nel New Jersey (vicenda leggendaria, su cui aleggia un complotto internazionale e non l’ufficiale incidente aereo). I 4 partono dal furente suono del british blues, ma arrivano dove nessuno si era mai spinto: rifanno due classici del blues, I Can’t Quit You Baby (eccezionale, caldissima e stupenda) e You Shook Me di Willie Dixon, e prendono da Jack Holmes Dazed And Confused (che nei live diverrà infinita con medley di altri classici della Musica del Delta). Per capire il suono Zeppelin e la sua travolgente natura, basta capire come strutturano il suono di una canzone tutto sommato banale come Good Times Bad Times. Your Time Is Gonna Come è quasi corale, come la veloce How Many More Times. Black Mountain Side è uno strumentale acustico in cui Page rincorre la maestria del fingerpicking di Bert Jansch, allora in auge con i superbi Pentagle. Communication Breakdown diviene un altro classico, con il suo stile particolare: parte blues, poi sale con l’intensità della voce di Plant e diviene furiosa ed accesa, e per molti è la nascita dell’hard rock. Gemma dell’album è però Babe I’m Gonna Leave You: presa da Joan Baez, in realtà la canzone, accreditata come traditional, è dalla folksinger inglese Anne Bredon (che fu ricompensata con un cospicuo assegno dalla band una volta risolto il mistero). Plant canta babe come mai nessuno più farà, la canzone ha un intro acustico ma poi esplode nel nuovo suono elettrico e potente, diviene struggente, torbida, assolutamente memorabile.

Questo fu il primo episodio di un modo di “gestire” le ispirazioni da altre canzoni che fece scuola, e si potrebbe aprire un dibattito infinito sulla loro musica. Per alcuni (pochini, va sottolineato) il loro rock blues portato all'estremo, con la chitarra rivoluzionaria di Page (che influenzerà 3 generazioni di chitarristi), il bombardamento ritmico di Bohnam (davvero feroce), l’elegante e mai invasivo tessuto sonoro di Jones (che suona basso e tastiere) e la voce, straordinaria e incantatrice di Plant, non è niente di così innovativo. Per altri (la stragrande maggioranza degli appassionati) il loro suono, le idee, la maestria tecnica dei musicisti e l’alone leggendario che la band riesce a costruire su di sé, li pongono ai vertici assoluti della storia del rock, ne fanno i padri putativi dell’Hard Rock (con i coevi Deep Purple), e la loro genialità è dimostrata dalle future evoluzioni stilistiche e musicali. È innegabile però che per farlo saccheggiarono un po’ dovunque, dal blues del Delta a quello urbano di Chicago, spesso non accreditandolo sui dischi, con picchi assoluti di sorrisetti ironici (tipo il caso di Stairway To Heaven per l’intro uguale ad una canzone degli Spirit, Taurus, caso che finirà addirittura in tribunale con la vittoria di Page e Plant, sebbene lo stesso tribunale ne riconosce le somiglianze). All’epoca era prassi comune raccogliere i semi del blues e riadattarli nel suono, un po’ per convenienze e un po’ perché non esistevano le normative precise e puntuali che esistono oggi sui diritti d’autore (molti altri, tra cui i Rolling Stones, furono protagonisti di episodi analoghi). Il successo dei Led Zeppelin amplificò la questione: il problema fu molte volte la paternità delle musiche, spesso passate come traditional (vedi il caso della canzone della Bredon) e quindi non riconducibili ad un artista detentore dei diritti. In tutti i casi di presunta usurpazione di diritti altrui, hanno sempre pagato i richiedenti ufficiali. Quelli che li accusano di scarsa inventiva, sinceramente non li hanno mai ascoltati: nessuno prima di loro suonava così, probabilmente sono tra le band più imitate in assoluto, saranno centinaia quelli che dopo vorranno suonare come loro. E rivoluzionarono anche altri aspetti del mondo del rock: l'andare in tour, i rapporti con le case discografiche, con i promoter, persino con le radio: ruolo centrale lo ebbe in ciò il loro manager Peter Grant, un gigante di stazza e di potere, passato alla storia anche per i modi tutt'altro che amichevoli con cui convinceva i gestori dei locali o chiunque potesse danneggiare il gruppo a farla finita. Un’ultima curiosità: con il crescente successo, una discendente dei Von Zeppelin citò la band per uso improprio del nome, e per un unico, storico concerto a Copenaghen la band si presentò come The Nobs. Poi però tornarono ad essere quel dirigibile di piombo che volava altissimo.

[nancytriestostudyitalian]

Buonasera and welcome to another edition of "I did the study session three days ago but just now posting about it". Oh well.

In this session I was still recovering mentally from the period from hell, so it wasn't as productive as I'd hoped, but nonetheless it went well.

I continued with grammar, specifically with the Adjectives, and more specifically with the Adjectives of Nationality, Bello, Bel... etc, Buon, Buono... etc and the comparative adjectives piu, meno, come, tanto quanto, cosi, as well the irregular superlatives. The subject on comparison was not detailed as I'd liked because it was focused on the adjectives, however the grammar book has a whole separate chapter on it later on.

I also watched a video from Casa Surace and wrote down the unknown words, but at that point I was tired and did not continue to find and learn them. This will be the subject of the next study session, at least the beginning of it.

All in all, I'm glad I got some work done under the circumstances and now I feel rested and ready to get back to it.

Alla prossima volta!

[sentimentalismi]

fila tutto più o meno come deve filare

un passetto alla volta sto ingranando con i ritmi di studio

alla prossima sessione voglio spaccare tutte cose andare bene essere soddisfatta

basta basta basta immobilismo

[logicpng]

just a random silly thinker get some fun creative juices goin. I would love to see how you would incorporate Aster into your Buckshot Roulette world

oh god thats a good question

buckshot roulette takes place in fucking. 1998. at least as of the arg? I dont remember if the game had any years written anywhere. and CaelOS is somewhere maybe in the middle of 21st century give or take

the technology wouldn't be compatible, I dont think Volta/Koni's tech can handle Aster. like volta does veer into biotech (both as of arg and the pulsating display in the public restroom) but i have no idea what the benefits of that would be for performance?

it's much easier to go the opposite route where BSR is instead a sort of a vr game somewhere in cyberspace/on the web.

aster could definitely figure out an interface for themselves to play games, though they couldn't necessarily play it as their separate parts! just one player. but they could play it for themselves both offline and online. obviously get accused of cheating immediately

if they manage to locate the games servers they could possibly do something Much Funnier and mess with game sessions more directly. which *is* cheating but the idea is entertaining with how chaotic multiplayer can get already

[asteraarts]

07/02/2025

(ENG) Song's Travel Log - Episode 1: The Blue Savior

Dear Diary

Today, on my way home after an intense study session, I came across some strange contraptions… I had never seen them before. As I approached them, out of sheer curiosity, I heard the bushes moving. I immediately became alert. In my condition, I cannot afford any kind of strong emotions. I was about to run away from the ladybug-shaped machinery, but a metallic horde surrounded me. Panic. I back away, in a vain attempt to put distance between myself and the assailants. Too bad my heart begins to fibrillate. I start coughing and, shortly after, spitting blood. A normal thing for me, if my life were not in danger. I sit on the ground helplessly, waiting for my inevitable end. I wait with my eyes closed, but - SBAM! 

I regain my visual sense and see a sphere bouncing from one car to another, at a speed I had never seen or perceived. This sphere then stops and takes a shape-a hedgehog like me? How is that even possible!

The blue hedgehog turns to look at me and, with a consoling smile, holds out his hand to help me. <<You shouldn't be so close to a Badnick>> puts me back on my feet <<Are you all right? Did they hurt you?>> he says, noticing the blood pouring out of my mouth. I wipe my lips <<No relax, it's just an involuntary reaction. I'm fine>> I explain. The blue hedgehog puts his hands on his hips, then gives me his back <<That's good, now if you'll excuse me, I really have to go>> and I see him snapping away; unfortunately, I couldn't ask his name, but at that moment I was just thinking of getting the hell out of there and resting. I'll find out for myself who that blue hedgehog is; after all, I've always been good at research.

(ITA) Song’s Travel Log - Episodio 1: Il salvatore blu

Caro Diario

Oggi, mentre tornavo a casa dopo una sessione di studio intensa, sono incappata in degli strani marchingegni… non li avevo mai visti prima. Nel mentre mi avvicinavo a loro, per pura curiosità, ho sentito i cespugli muoversi. Mi misi subito in allerta. Nelle mie condizioni, non posso permettermi emozioni forti di ogni tipo. Stavo per scappare via dal macchinario dalla forma a coccinella, ma un’orda metallica mi circonda. Panico. Indietreggio, nel vano tentativo di mettere distanza tra me e gli assalitori. Peccato che il mio cuore comincia ad andare in fibrillazione. Comincio a tossire e, poco dopo, sputare sangue. Una cosa normale per me, se non fossi in pericolo di vita. Mi siedo a terra impotente, in attesa della mia inevitabile fine. Aspetto ad occhi chiusi, ma… SBAM! 

Riprendo il senso visivo e vedo una sfera che rimbalza da una macchina all’altra, ad una velocità che non avevo mai visto né percepito. Questa sfera, poi, si ferma e prende una forma… un riccio come me? Ma com’è possibile?!

Il riccio blu si volta a guardarmi e, con sorriso consolatorio, mi porge la mano per aiutarmi. <<Non dovresti stare così vicino a un Badnick>> mi rimette in piedi <<Tutto bene? Ti hanno ferita?>> dice, notando il sangue che esce fuori dalla mia bocca. Mi pulisco le labbra <<No tranquillo, è solo una reazione involontaria. Sto bene>> spiego. Il riccio blu si mette le mani sui fianchi, per poi darmi le spalle <<Meno male, ora se vuoi scusarmi devo proprio andare>> e lo vedo scattare via; purtroppo non sono riuscita a chiedergli il nome, ma in quel momento pensavo solo a darmela a gambe e riposare. Scoprirò da me chi è quel riccio blu; in fondo, sono sempre stata brava nelle ricerche.

[jazzandother-blog]

"I thought that I was the guy and that Coltrane was this young whippersnapper"

"Pensé que yo era el tipo y que Coltrane era este joven mequetrefe"

(English / Español / Italiano)

John Coltrane and Sonny Rollins: two of the titans of tenor saxophone... yet they only recorded side-by-side in the studio once.

The title track of Rollins' album Tenor Madness (listen here) brought the two players face to face for a legendary performance which ended with them trading fours* with each other...

Yet, in an interview with David Marchese of the New York Times some 65 years later, Rollins noted some regret about the session.

"I don’t believe I’ve mentioned this to many people. When I played with Coltrane, I had the impression — and back then it was true — that I was much more popular than him... I wasn’t really playing. Coltrane was playing. I was only playing halfway, because I thought that I was the guy and that Coltrane was this young whippersnapper. That was my mind-set. It was immature... My attitude on it wasn’t right."

*trading fours: a term in jazz used to describe a musical interaction where two musicians, typically a soloist and a drummer (but it could involve other instruments), take turns improvising in four-bar segments. It's a form of call-and-response that allows for creative dialogue and interplay between the musicians.

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John Coltrane y Sonny Rollins: dos de los titanes del saxofón tenor... y sin embargo sólo grabaron juntos en estudio una vez.

El tema que da título al álbum Tenor Madness (listen here) de Rollins enfrentó a ambos intérpretes en una actuación legendaria que terminó con un trading fours (intercambio de 4)* entre ellos...

Sin embargo, en una entrevista con David Marchese, del New York Times, unos 65 años más tarde, Rollins señaló cierto arrepentimiento por la sesión.

"No creo haber mencionado esto a mucha gente. Cuando tocaba con Coltrane, tenía la impresión -y entonces era verdad- de que yo era mucho más popular que él… En realidad no estaba tocando. Coltrane estaba tocando. Yo sólo tocaba a medias, porque pensaba que yo era el tipo y que Coltrane era ese joven mequetrefe. Esa era mi mentalidad. Era inmadura… Mi actitud al respecto no fue la correcta. No creo haber mencionado esto a mucha gente. Cuando tocaba con Coltrane, tenía la impresión -y entonces era verdad- de que yo era mucho más popular que él... En realidad no estaba tocando. Coltrane estaba tocando. Yo sólo tocaba a medias, porque pensaba que yo era el tipo y que Coltrane era ese joven mequetrefe. Esa era mi mentalidad. Era inmadura... Mi actitud al respecto no fue la correcta".

*trading fours: término del jazz que se utiliza para describir una interacción musical en la que dos músicos, normalmente un solista y un batería (pero puede incluir otros instrumentos), se turnan para improvisar en segmentos de cuatro compases. Es una forma de llamada y respuesta que permite el diálogo creativo y la interacción entre los músicos.

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John Coltrane e Sonny Rollins: due titani del sassofono tenore... eppure hanno registrato una sola volta fianco a fianco in studio.

Il brano che dà il titolo all'album Tenor Madness (listen here) di Rollins ha portato i due musicisti faccia a faccia per una performance leggendaria che si è conclusa con uno trading fours (cambio di 4)* l'uno con l'altro...

Tuttavia, in un'intervista rilasciata a David Marchese del New York Times circa 65 anni dopo, Rollins ha espresso un certo rammarico per la seduta.

"Non credo di averne parlato con molte persone. Quando suonavo con Coltrane, avevo l'impressione - e all'epoca era vero - di essere molto più popolare di lui… In realtà non stavo suonando. Coltrane stava suonando. Io suonavo solo a metà, perché pensavo di essere io l'uomo e che Coltrane fosse un giovane rampante. Questa era la mia mentalità. Era immaturo… Il mio atteggiamento non era corretto. Non credo di averne parlato con molte persone. Quando suonavo con Coltrane, avevo l'impressione - e all'epoca era vero - di essere molto più popolare di lui... In realtà non stavo suonando. Coltrane stava suonando. Io suonavo solo a metà, perché pensavo di essere io l'uomo e che Coltrane fosse un giovane rampante. Questa era la mia mentalità. Era immaturo... Il mio atteggiamento non era corretto".

*trading fours: termine del jazz usato per descrivere un'interazione musicale in cui due musicisti, in genere un solista e un batterista (ma può coinvolgere altri strumenti), improvvisano a turno in segmenti di quattro battute. È una forma di call-and-response che permette un dialogo creativo e un'interazione tra i musicisti.

Source: Discover Jazz

Photo: Hans Reitzema, CC BY 2.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

[gcorvetti]

Primo mese.

Oggi è un mese che sono venuto a firmare il contratto qua in casa, domani è il primo anniversario di questa nuova fase della vitaccia che mi sono scelto. Si, lo confesso ancora sono nel turbine della paranoia, non come un mese fa intendiamoci, a volte sto bene ma ogni tanto torna. Venerdì ho chiuso la terapia, ogni volta che andavo stavo male, era fatta per capire, non c'è niente da capire più, quindi basta. Ieri purtroppo la lezione di yoga è saltata, l'insegnante era malata, in compenso ho ripreso gli esercizi, almeno uso quelle energie che prima mi servivano per stare dietro la casa.

Cambiando discorso, sto cercando di tirare su una jam session, ho scritto un post su FB sulla pagina degli studenti e mi hanno risposto in 3, uno però non è per ora in città. Gli altri due nonostante i ripetuti messaggi in questo fine settimana non ci siamo ancora incontrati, vorrei vederli e parlargli prima di prenotare la sala prove, si può anche venire qua da me volendo se non si fa troppo casino, ma questo è un pensiero così. Questa cosa mi aiuta ad uscire da una routine poco gratificante e mi mette in condizione di dover organizzare io la cosa, così mi occupo un pò di tempo, oltre al fatto che era dai tempi di Londra che non facevo una jam con altra gente, levando le jam alcoliche che capitavano certe sere perché non era bello suonare in certe condizioni, anche se nel momento era divertente il giorno dopo mi portava svariati quesiti, ma adesso che sono più maturo musicalmente posso dire che erano inutili. Oggi dovrei incontrarne uno, vediamo.

Per il resto tutto uguale lavoro, zero vita sociale, questo forse è anche da attribuire al fatto che non bevo e che nonostante esca spesso anche la sera non mi va di infilarmi in un locale e ... non mi va, specialmente se c'è parecchia gente, un pò di agora fobia dopo anni passati da solo chiuso in casa può anche starci, ma sto lavorando anche su questo. Parlo di locali perché gli autoctoni, ma anche gli studenti, sono più socievoli dopo aver bevuto, se non bevono sono schivi per non dire asociali.

La musica è la chiave di tutto.