#brainfreeze

[gomzdrawfr]

drink

frank

drank ice mango sothhie

too mfast n hea dhurt

[porterdavis]

Trump pulled a McConnell ?

Somebody send for a doctor. The man is not well.

[ropnolcart]

I drimk slush i get fierce brainfreaze

[murkmirth-halo]

i love you vaporwavey accents <333333

(dragons use they/them and they/rave pronouns respectively)

[saffyarts]

potato chips and brainfreeze core me thinks

[picsfortheday]

[jamearts]

One of the perks of dating a Froslass, she can't get brain freeze from a cold beverage Diamond Bernstein © rocksteady Jimmy Basil-Lisk © ME Froslass and Vanilluxe © Pokemon If you're reading this, support me on Ko-fi if you want <3 https://ko-fi.com/jamearts

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[toastybugguy]

it’s been over two years, I’m sure someone else has already said this by now but BrainFreeze is right there for the Chase x Oliver fans. retreats into my cave of divine Wisdom.

idc what the world thinks I will pretend that Chase and Kaz’s actual ship name is FlameBrain til the day I die

[kitauthor]

How To Write When Your Mind Goes Blank

One of the most frustrating symptoms of my ADHD is when I'm writing a blog and my mind just stops. My mind goes blank. That train of thought has left the station without informing me of its destination, and I'm left staring at a blank screen wondering what the hell I'm going to write to finish this blog. Sound familiar? (By the way this is a symptom of ADHD, especially during menopause or even perimenopause, so feel free to check out this video to learn more.)

"My mind is like someone emptied the kitchen junk drawer onto a trampoline." (Note: Fun fact. I started this blog last week and then *points to above graphic* So yeah, here we go...how to write when your mind goes blank.) The question is, what do you do when this happens? Probably the easiest thing is simply to finish writing the blog later. In my case, I have my blogs come up on my "to do" app on a regular schedule, so I figured I'd just finish this "later". If you don't have a reminder system in place, then this could mean that the blog doesn't get written for a while, or at all, so if you're going to just write it later, then hopefully you'll make a note of it somewhere and not rely on remembering. If you're sitting at the computer and your mind goes blank, then this is a great time to strategize. Are you still feeling the overall blog, just not sure where to go next with it? Is it a matter of rereading what you've written and determining your next steps? Do you just need to set a timer, say for 15-20 minutes to go clear your mind with something not related to your blog (or ideally working on the computer)? If this has happened to you, first off know that you're not alone, and give yourself some grace. I suspect either I got sidetracked by a chore or something I needed to do and stepped away from the computer. There's a good chance I didn't come back to the computer until the next day (given how my workspace is setup), and so that's probably why I let the blog roll over to the next week. But I've also been writing and had my mind go blank. Usually a quick break or even just laughing it off helps to get me back on track. When it doesn't, then it's time to set a reminder and come back to the blog with a fresh set of eyes. Regardless of how you plan on finishing it, the important thing is to do just that. Make a plan to come back to your blog and finish it. What do you do when your mind goes blank or you get distracted when you're writing a blog? Let me know in the comments. Read the full article

[hoyotunes]

No Ceiling from No Ceiling BRAINFREEZE, Silver.J, HOYO-MiX

[thesinglesjukebox]

BRAINFREEZE - "DEBUT"

Michael takes us from IRL to URL with this Chinese internet collective...

[6.27]

Michael Hong: The last few years have been difficult for physical connection in China; it's only logical that groups like the collective Shopping Mood and the four-piece BRAINFREEZE have formed from the Internet. Their debut EP attempts to crib the stylings of what they believe to be "hyperpop," a term that has become a sort of catch-all in the country -- as evidenced by "idol" artist Deng Dian, whose label, Sony Music China, cites hyperpop influences on one of his last projects, despite it being only a bit uptempo. But "Debut" is too clean to completely fall within the lineage of hyperpop. It's pretty girl music, music you put on in the background as you shit-talk and sweet-talk with your friends on a Friday night. BRAINFREEZE points the swirling lyric "trust this dream" at one another as if in promise of connection, whether that's physical or something more, and deepen it with a final tossed-out "baby, please don't feel like you are useless." Over pretty synths, each member is painted golden. Something's endearing about their broken English; they reject outside voices, but the syrupiness of the song makes their middle-finger salutes lack any bite. And they tie themselves together with the promise of jumping off the roof, a sweet sentiment for how it's so non-adventurous. A lot of my favourite songs this year -- María José Llergo's "Tencontrao," Subsonic Eye's "Yearning," Leah Dou's "Monday," Pasocom Music Club & Mei Takahashi's "Day After Day" -- take a circular phrase, verse, melody, or even just a motif and twist it into a spiral. Llergo's "look at me and tell me you love me" on its own is impactful, but it's the repetition, the demand for reassurance, that feels like love. "Day After Day" reframes the circular movement of its undercurrent with one line, "but I realized / those small, boring moments / can also shine / so bright that it melts my heart," as if regarding each passing flicker of the sun and moon with a contented sigh. I get a similar feeling from the hook of "Debut." That pitch-shifted "trust this dream" is woven in a graceful circle, as if in realization that this is not a dream but reality, and also in understanding that there's more beautiful work to come. It's no accident that the music video for "Debut" starts with BRAINFREEZE in a physical embrace. The song is the corporeal manifestation of their digital bond, a helpless spiral into a deeper affection. [9]

Taylor Alatorre: The title of "DEBUT," as well as the "trust this dream" refrain and the synthetic twee motifs, suggest a hopeful yet halting first step in the direction of new encounters. This perhaps explains why its most palpable signs of urgency and its willingness to risk offending the listener are shunted off to the final 30 seconds, by which point an ambivalent first impression has already been made. Never mind the dream for now -- the song doesn't seem to trust itself. [5]

John S. Quinn-Puerta: It's frenetic without being completely overstuffed, stimulating if not a tad bit unintelligible. I think I trust it. Maybe. [6]

Nortey Dowuona: I think it's kinda telling all the lyrics are in English. They think we're a damn lick. They're right. [8]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Exactly the kind of clumsy single that I'll always be charmed by. All the voices, and all the ideas they're clamoring to express, spill out of "Debut" with such a feverish glee that I can forgive the slight feeling that there's about a minute too much song. It helps that the core vocals-and-synth hook is sturdy enough to withstand the chaos that gradually envelops the track. [7]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: A bit too Spotify Playlist-core for me, but any modishness on display is offset by how easy it all goes down. [6]

Ian Mathers: This is a lot more chill than I expected from a band called BRAINFREEZE: a perverse statement on multiple levels. Not least because I like the floatiest bits the best. [6]

Crystal Leww: BRAINFREEZE's EP is like a sampler through what "hyperpop" has evolved into in the last 24 or so months, in sometimes horrifying ways, but "Debut" gets it right by letting the girls set the tone so that the boys can be soft and pretty, too. I want to bury myself in the chest of the "get away, get away, get away...", which seems to drift off into a tucked-away dimension. By the time that the track snaps into something more harsh in the final section, I'm already in the clouds. [7]

Will Adams: It's got that Porter Robinson vibe: hyperpop swaddled in gauze and delivered with a face-holding-back-tears-emoji smile. "Debut" is pretty to listen to, ephemeral once it ends. [6]

Katherine St Asaph: Finally, hyperpop gets its own Owl City. [4]

Micha Cavaseno: Listening to stuff like this makes me think that PM Dawn were perhaps too many decades too early (and too many levels un-Good) to be able to achieve their dreams. "Debut" is a perfect slight of disposable sugarfeather. I couldn't tell you what any of the vocalists do or try that's worth mentioning, and the production is a nice crochet of nostalgic pastels that isn't strong enough to support the weight of scrutiny. Oh well, perhaps next time! [5]

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[humanculi]

"Brainfreeze" by XVOTO and Remi Martin.

[kosmonautensuppe]

sheldon drake

2312_11, as yet untitled, 38 x 30cm, acrylic on 21mm birch plywood

These 12 panels were worked together on and off over a few months, with work focussed on building a rich texture,forms compounding, deriving, obliterating…a craven disdain.

At several points any color information was mostly crushed under a unifying glaze.

They were all pretty enough to stop at more than once, but there were promises to keep.

Thick, 21mm birch plywood; the sides are painted so they engage the wall,They are the cataclysm of mind, waterfalls of the worlds before form.

[soundleer]

dummyhead (affectionate)

[hagfish]

oh jar-shi we really in it now

[blackjackkent]

Ask prompt fill for @astreamofstars and @marigoldbaker from this ask meme: Will They/Won't They Prompts Jaheira/Khalid - [NURSE] after a battle gone wrong, the receiver begins to tend to the sender's wounds, fading adrenaline and rising fear causing them to realize their feelings. Another prequel ficlet to a larger fic I'm working on. Also progresses me to the new stage of brainrot where I'm POVing from the random side characters in Jaheira's story that I made the fuck up. 😂 Hope you enjoy!

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Commander Vartan of the Harpers sits in the moonlight at the back of the rattling cart, carefully cleaning the blood off his sword. “It'll be all right, lad,” he tells Khalid gently. “Try and get some rest.”

Easier said than done, of course. Traveling in a wagon full of wounded comrades is not an easy matter, even when the battle they're leaving behind was technically a victory. 

It shouldn't have been a battle at all, Vartan thinks irritably, sheathing the sword with a sudden snap. What was supposed to be a simple investigation into local bandit raids turned out to be an ambush attempt by trained mercenaries - ones who clearly knew far too much about recent Harper activities. Bad intel - and my people nearly paid the ultimate price for it.

“Khalid,” he says again, more firmly. “Do you hear me?”

Khalid stirs at the sound of the commander’s voice, blinking as if coming out of a trance. For nearly an hour now, he’s been sitting on the wagon’s floor among the semi-conscious bodies of their injured comrades, watching intently as if his fervent attention alone was enough to keep them breathing. “I- I’m sorry, sir,” he says unsteadily. “What d-did you say?”

Vartain smiles slightly, although without much humor. “I said you should get some rest. We’ve done all we can for them. When we reach Highburn Pass, the healers can take over properly with the supplies there.”

“Oh. Y-yes, sir.” Khalid nods vaguely. The young Harper’s face and neck are stained with blood from the cut over his eye and his expression is drawn and weary. “I mean - n-no, sir,” he adds after a moment. “I want to- to keep an eye on them.”

Vartan glances over at the younger man - and again, the flicker of a smile touches his lips. Khalid is, of course, worried about all of their injured friends, but it does not surprise Vartan at all to see that he is keeping close to Jaheira’s side. The druid is unconscious and very pale with blood loss; the deep wound in her gut rises and falls with her shallow breathing, barely stabilized by the potions they’ve been able to give her.

And the dark of the moonlit night very nearly hides it but not quite - Khalid is clutching one of her hands very tightly in both of his.

“As you wish, then,” Vartan says mildly. There’s a long silence, broken only by the rumble of the road rolling away beneath the cart's wheels. Then he adds, “I know you care a lot about her, lad. But she'll be all right.”

Khalid's head snaps up, and even in the dimness, Vartan can see that the grey exhaustion in his face has been replaced abruptly by a flood of color. “S-sir?” he squeaks. 

Vartan raises an eyebrow at him. “Oh, was I not meant to know?” 

“N-no, I-- that is, I d-dont know what you…” Khalid trails off, looks down at Jaheira's hand in his. “Her hands were c-cold,” he says awkwardly. 

“Khalid, son… I know all of you think I'm older than the gods, but I'm not blind.” Vartan's smile settles into a rueful grin. 

Khalid's affection for Jaheira has been an open secret in the squad for weeks - as, for that matter, have been Jaheira's feelings for the young Calishite. The only remaining question is how long it will take the two of them to get a clue; Vartan hasn't participated in the betting pool on the subject, out of some lingering sense of hierarchical propriety, but it doesn't mean he's not invested in the outcome. The Harpers don't prohibit relationships among their ranks, and frankly all of the longing looks have been driving everyone crazy. 

“Why not just tell her how you feel?” he asks. 

Khalid frowns sheepishly. “S-sir, I--” He stops, swallows. “I would like t-to… b-but she is so far b-beyond me…” he mutters, half-aloud, half to himself. “And yet…”

Vartan raises an eyebrow and waits, and after a moment Khalid looks up at him with a plaintive, uncertain expression. “For a m-moment today, I thought I had l-l-lost her. It t-tore my heart,” he says shakily. 

Vartan feels an abrupt wave of sympathy for the younger man. There's a question in those words, a plea for help. Khalid has, to Vartan’s knowledge, no family in the city, and no worthwhile family anywhere. He isn't exactly drowning in people to ask for advice. All he has is the Harpers, who took him in and gave him a place, a home. 

“I think you should tell her that,” Vartan says, quietly matter-of-fact.

Khalid swallows, looking down at Jaheira's hand in his again. Then he manages a slight smile. “Is that an order, C-C-Commander?”

“A suggestion,” Vartan says mildly. “Just give it some thought, lad. Life is too short to sit on these things forever. Besides…” He grins crookedly. “You might be surprised at the answer.”