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evandsolo · 11 days ago

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𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Bang Chan

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Bang Chan x f!reader 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : royalcore!Bang Chan. Flirt. Smut (more suggestive than fully described but still.) MDNI 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 3.426 𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭 : Amid whispers of silk and shadows, a lady-in-waiting and the kingdom's fiercest general find themselves entangled in a dance of flirtation and unspoken promises. WARNING UNDER THE CUT ! UNDERAGED PEOPLE PLEASE DO NOT READ! 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : This was actually written for one of my friend whose a Stay ! But i thought it should not stay in my computer, so enjoy ! ✿ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, aftercare. Please let me know if i've forgotten any.

The room was packed. The orchestra had played non-stop for hours. The rustling of silk and taffeta had filled the room all evening. It was a magnificent reception. One that no one will forget. One of those evenings that celebrate love and union. The ballroom was decorated with flowers, from floor to ceiling, the buffets overflowing with food. I had never seen such beautiful decorations before. Everything was simply sublime. Generals, soldiers, highnesses from all the surrounding kingdoms, everyone breathed joy and jubilation.

I could never have dreamed of a more beautiful event for the princess I had accompanied my entire life. Alina deserved the union of love she had experienced today, so much did her heart overflow with love and kindness. Everyone knew it, she would be a wonderful sovereign.

The crowd had ended up scattering, dissipating, as the night wore on. The bride and groom had received many congratulations until the last minute. They too had ended up slipping away, to enjoy this new union together. Only a few people remained in the room, who were still accompanying the orchestra. Some were still waltzing and would surely do so until dawn.

“You’re not dancing?” A voice called out from behind me, over the flying notes of the violins. “You’ve been here all night, making merry for everyone, but you haven’t stepped on the dance floor once.”

I turned around to look at the person who had surprised me, tearing a heartbeat from my chest. I come face to face with broad shoulders, covered in a velvet soldier's jacket. My breath chokes in my throat. I would recognize these shoulders among many others. General Bahng, head of the kingdom's armies.

“How do you know I did not dance, sir ?” I answered, catching his huge brown eyes.

It wasn't the first time we met. He was always there, around, since Alina's engagement. Watching over her, over the kingdom. I was always lucky enough to be able to admire him. He wasn't very tall, but he knew perfectly how to handle swords, which didn't take away from the natural charisma he gave off. In the outfit he wore tonight, in the colors of the kingdom, he shone all the more. A few strands of rebellious hair fell over his forehead and his smile could have melted any of the ladies present tonight.

“I’ve been watching you. You’re glowing, how could I look away?” He said with an amused smile. The sparkle in his eyes had never seemed so bright to me as it did at that very moment.

“So you didn’t have an eye on the bride and groom? You’re failing in your duty, General.” My tone echoed his. I clasp my hands behind my back, looking completely innocent. “Thank you for the compliment.”

“Come dance with me. That way I can keep an eye on the apple of the kingdom.” He then extends his gloved hand towards me and I observe him for a few seconds before slipping my hand into his. “I hope you are a good dancer, General. I wouldn’t want to make a fool of myself in front of this huge crowd.” I joked before following him a few steps further, onto the dance floor.

The last couple still present leaves the dance floor and we find ourselves alone, with just the orchestra. The violins begin to resonate, then all the sweetest notes of the wind instruments follow and finally, the piano rises in turn.

I feel his hand come to close on my waist while the other one tangles around my fingers. We were so close that I could feel his breath, crashing on my face. I come to place my hand on his shoulder and in rhythm, we begin to waltz. His eyes catch mine and I think that at that precise moment, I forget reality. I dive into his gaze and there is nothing more than him and me. Everything disappears in the room, as if a bubble had formed around us.

The music takes me somewhere else. I forget everything, I think of nothing more, except the warmth he diffuses in the hollow of my waist. The ease with which we understood each other in gestures. Everything seemed terribly natural. As if we had always danced together. Then, his hand leaves mine, to come and grab my waist, letting me gently go backwards, before coming back to hold me against him. His smile does not dissipate and in his gaze, I see only joy and a certain form of tenderness, which I had never seen in him. My smile became wider as my cheeks turned a little bit rosier.

“Why're you blushing ?” He said. “Are you that surprised to see that I can dance ?”

“Actually, I am ! I never thought you were so talented. I have to admit that the surprise is rather pleasant.” I admitted, with a slight smile. “Did you practiced for this evening?”

“Not for tonight in particular. But any self-respecting man must know how to turn his date’s head. And I was hoping one day to have the chance to make you twirl.”

Those words took my breath away. For a few seconds, I found myself staring at him without really understanding. Our steps stopped abruptly and I almost fell, tripping over his feet. Have I heard correctly? Or even understood what he meant?

“Be careful my Lady.” He said, catching you. “ Never thought that admitting I've been thinking about you day and night, would have that effect on you.” I see the mischievous glow in her eyes and the small smile that adorned her lips. All signs that did not deceive. I had understood well the first time.

“ You can't say that, General.” I mumbled, blinking a few times trying to stop the rush in my chest.

I could not deny the fact that the General was probably the most handsome man I had ever seen, nor even the attraction that might exist between him and me. It was not the first ball we shared, there had always been this particular feeling in the hollow of my belly when he was close. Like a cloud of butterflies, which suddenly fly away. My gaze was undeniably drawn to him. 8So hard that it was difficult to look away. There had always been this tension between him and me. That kind of invisible link, against which I could not go.

“Why? I have said nothing...” he breathes with a smile of amusement, making me whirl again, before stopping on my wrist. His thumb traces the edge of the ribbon that was tied on it. A garnet red satin ribbon. A gift he made me at the last ball we attended. We had been talking until late at night, by the fountain in the winter garden of a neighboring kingdom’s castle. Around a huge bouquet, I found a ribbon, which he had untied, before coming to tie it around my wrist. He kept some in his jacket pocket. Since then, this piece of cloth has never left my skin. It was dear to me.

“You kept it...” he said in a whisper, the eyes shining with a new light. “It beautifully brings out your porcelain skin. Red suits you so well.”

“Why should I not keep it? You don’t throw away a present. I like it. It reminds me of that wonderful evening we shared.” Say I in a breath, while his thumb continues to electrify my skin, as he holds me so close, that I feel his breath on my cheek. In a graceful movement he makes me spin again on several turns, before abandoning me in the middle of the track, alone. His laughter echoes through the room as I look for him. I find him further away waving something red between his fingers. It is fine and above all, it reflects the light. I quickly understand what it is, when I look down on my wrist, now naked.

“If you want it.... Come and get it, My Lady.” He said before running away into the halls of the castle in a playful laugh.

“General ! Come back !” I shouted, before I set out to chase him.

I do not know how many corridors or intersections I take, just by following the echo of his laughter. It sounded like a little bell, which pointed the way. I felt my breath burning in my chest as I walked across the open patio to look for him. Suddenly, his laughter fades and I stop, my chest rising at a frantic pace, as I try to catch my breath.

“General, where are you hiding?” I throw, breathlessly. I hear noise on the stone behind me, but when I turn around there is no one. Frustration fills my entire being as I call again. "General? Give it back to me!”

“Don’t you like to play, my Lady ?” I heard, as a distant voice that reached me like an echo. I turned again to move forward, but I had the impression of chasing a ghost, under the lights of the torches that adorned the walls and the moon, which entered through the openings. I knew how much he loved to play. It was his thing. Charm and play. But tonight it was getting cold and especially it was late. Yet I wanted to get back what was mine.

As I turned into another corridor, wishing he was there on the other side waiting for me, a hand grabbed mine and I suddenly hit the cold wall. I found myself surrounded by his perfume, the scent of mint, mixed with apple, geranium and vanilla, intoxicating me. His breath is stranded in the hollow of my neck, all against my skin and it’s a huge shiver that runs through me.

“Do you plan on giving me my ribbon back now?” I throw while trying to keep up. He runs my skin with light kisses for a simple answer before facing me. “Don’t be so hasty... Why not make the evening last a little longer?” He said, drawing a line of kisses along my jaw.

“We’re in the middle of a corridor.... That’s not right. Someone might see us.” I whisper, eyes half closed, while one of my hands comes to slide around his neck, to go caress his hairline.

“Who cares ? Don’t you think we should finish what we started… that other night?” He stands up and looks into my eyes. I can read a lot of emotions in it. The glow that shines is no longer just playful. The flame that now inhabits his eyes, makes me shiver.

“Here? Now?” I ask, in a small voice. I had no apprehension, I was perfectly confident. “General. Your impatience will lose you...” I breathe, letting my hands slide on his shoulders.

“Here, now. I can no longer contain the envy that devours me. Is it worthwhile to wait? I want you.”

I want you.

These words resonate in me like an echo. They trigger like a cataclysm. Suddenly, I feel dizzy again, as if some barriers had fallen. I watch him lean down, getting closer and closer to kiss my cheek, then the corner of my lips. I lose breath.

“I want every inch of you.” He whispered against my skin, before locking his words in a kiss. It is hot, desperate. I savor the depth of it. I give it back with much more aplomb. Nothing holds me back. It was as if, all the desire I tried to restrain, had escaped to take possession of every cell in my body. One of his hands leaves my waist to go up along my bust and run down on my chest. The contrast between the warmth of his skin against the fabric and the freshness of the marble against my back, gives me the feeling of consuming myself on the spot.

I could feel this knot take possession of my belly, as our skins rub against each other, intertwine. I end by breaking the kiss, to let my lips run aground on his jaw. I feel his hands, on every inch of my skin, like a thirsty man looking for an oasis in the desert. Quickly I feel it in my back, come to grind the fabric of my corset. The latter is undone more quickly than it should be, piteously lying on the ground.

“I wanted you for so long… You cannot imagine how long my soul has been calling to you.” He utters between two kisses laid down along my skin, pulling me almost a whimper. I feel it coming to mark my skin along my bust, on the curve of my chest, up to my belly, covered with lace. His hands, meanwhile, were already exploring my legs, under the silk of my skirt. “Let me love you as no man will ever love you.”

“Love me. Make me yours.” I whisper slightly tilting my head back as I feel the pulp of his fingers go up along my thigh. It’s so close and my whole body is burning to know it even closer as it goes up. It’s slow. Almost too slow. It gives birth to desire in me, it animates, and gives me the impression of burning from within, so much the envy seems to consume me. I had never felt anything so strong, but never had I wanted it so much. I was his, in the shadow of the moon, only spectator of what was happening.

A moan escapes me as it makes its way under the fabric to seek what was most intimate in my core. I cling painfully to him, my hands seeking support where they found it to keep me in balance, while waves of pleasure are making their way into the hollow of my belly. His kisses rise up to come and run down my neck. His fingers were playing with me, as if he already knew me by heart. I could feel it everywhere and nowhere at once. On me, in me, it felt like it was in every inch of my core.

I come to tighten my grip on it, as I feel this bubble growing in the bottom of my stomach. It is threatening like a wave that grows again and again as it comes to stoke the fire. I drop my head on his shoulder in a moan. It is omnipresent, I feel like I have only him, all around me. To be surrounded only by his being, his perfume, his skin.

“Not so fast, my Lady.” he whispered in the hollow of my ear, coming to take off his hand, and I suddenly felt like an orphan. I wanted more. I whine in protest. I almost begged him with my gaze. I wanted it, without waiting. What was he playing at?

In a burst of frustration at having been cut off in my flight, I reversed our positions, to come in turn steal countless desperate kisses. I come to mark his neck, while I am busy on his jacket, which falls to the ground in a deaf noise. Quickly and clumsily, I come to untie his shirt to infiltrate my hands under the fabric. I needed his warmth, his touch, to feel his skin under my fingers. I feel him tremble at my passage, as I leave a line of wet kisses on his skin. I savor the lines drawn of his musculature under my fingers, tracing it without forgetting a tiny patch.

“Why make me wait if you wanted it so much?” I ask against his skin, as I now snatch up to the buckle of his belt. I trace it with my fingertips. “I don’t want to play anymore.” I mused as I now stared at his hungry look. “You knew I would die of envy. Why leave me there, consumed by desire?”

“It will only be more delicious.” He says in turn, as I slide my hand under his belt to feel all his desire, marked by the lack of space and the stretching of the fabric under my fingers. “It’s better to reach the summits together, my sweet.”

I finally untied the buckle of his belt, then the opening of his pants and let my hands venture to the edge of his underwear and finally under the elastic. I grasp the full measure of his desire, trapping a little bit of my lip between my teeth, without ever ceasing to stare at him. I could almost see the flame dancing in his eyes. There is lust, love, passion in the way he looks at me, while my hand plays with him, surrounds him, tastes him. As a fair return, of the game his hands had played a few moments earlier. A moan escapes his throat, and it’s my turn to leave his skin. I take my hand back, with a slight smile on my face. “Not so fast, Christopher...” I threw, amused, teasing him with his name muttered.

“I didn’t know you were such a player...” He said, as I came to prick my mouth with countless kisses, while I found myself again, cornered against the stone wall. His hands quickly come to grab the fabric of my dress to pull it up to my waist. The pulp of his fingers against my skin electrifies me and I gurgle with impatience against his lips. “P-Please…” I beg him with a breath, as his thumb touches me. I wanted it all. I wanted no more barriers between us. I’m busy sliding his pants down his thighs, while quickly, I feel the lace grounding at my feet.

Then, finally, he comes to grab one of my thighs and lifts it up against his hip, so that our bodies can align perfectly, and in a passionate kiss, our bodies unite, with a slowness, but a passion that knows no equal. He waits a few moments, before I look at him and beg him to continue. I feel it everywhere, in the slightest movement. Each thrust takes me into a world where there is no more than us.

I come to put my head in the hollow of his neck, to try to smother pitifully the moans that escape me, while he fills me with the most natural way. I feel it collides with the center of my pleasure and I cling not to lose my anchor with reality. But I feel the waves take possession of my lower abdomen. The knot is febrile, it threatens at any moment to explode and overwhelm me completely.

“More.. please…” I groaned against his skin, I needed more. I wanted to touch the heavens under his touch. He tightens his grip on my hips, before coming to slide his hands under my buttocks to lift me completely and I close my trembling legs around his waist. I feel it further away at each thrust and none of us is able to hold the slightest sound that escapes our bodies while our eyes cross again.

“You’re perfect.” He said, while thrusting harder, deeper, until I felt the knot exploding. My vision fills with stars, and for a few moments nothing is clear around me. My breath is short, jerky. I feel my core clenching around him as he reaches his high. He then let his head fall back on my shoulder, while he moaned my name in a last stroke.

Our bodies separate after a few seconds and I rest my feet on the ground, without really letting go. I still needed an anchor to make sure that I had not dreamt what had just happened.

“Are you okay, my Lady?” He blows, lifting the cloth up on his body to cover himself again. I nod my head, while taking a breath. “I am fine, marvellously fine.” I finally confirm without turning my eyes. “We should take care of you tonight.” He adds, while lifting me in his arms, making me laugh as I grab his neck. “ What a playful gentleman you are.” I chuckle, as my heart gently thumps in my chest. “Where are you taking me?” I finally ask, as he climbs the castle stairs.

“Where my love for you has no limits,” he said, with a smile full of riddles.

After making sure that everything was fine, the night ended between the delicate sheets of his apartments and I felt at last complete, surrounded by his tenderness, his laughter and his warmth. I felt more loved than ever.

I really hope you appreciated it, do not hesitate to reblog or to leave a note i’d love to read all about your thoughts. ✿ Evandsolo, 2025 ✿

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omegaremix · 11 months ago

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Omega Radio for March 2, 2020; #221.

Roy Ayers (Ubiquity) “This Side Of Sunshine”

Patrice Rushen “Wishful Thinking”

Brick “Fun”

Mother’s Finest “I Can’t Believe”

Olympic Runners “Don’t Let Up”

Sly Stone “High On You”

Ripple “I Don’t Know What It Is, But It Sure Is Funky”

Creative Source “Rainbows On The Ground”

George Benson “Theme From Summer Of ‘42″

Mysterious Flying Orchestra “Shadows”

Blackbyrds, The “Lady”

Shuggie Otis “Island Letter”, “Pling!”

Joe Beck & David Sanborn “Cactus”

Rufus & Chaka Khan “Your Smile”

Maynard Ferguson “Mister Mellow”

Urbie Green “Mertensia”

Ramsey Lewis “Something About You”

Richard Tee “Virginia Sunday”

Steve Khan “The Blue Man”

Esther Phillips “That’s Alright With Me”

Phil Upchurch “Foolin’ Around”

Les McCann “Vallarta”, “Soaring (At Dawn) Pt. 1″

Billy Cobham “Heather”

Jaye P. Morgan “It All Goes Around”

Richie Cole “New York Afternoon”

Eric Gale “Multiplication”

Bobby Lyle “Inner Space”

Tom Scott “Appolonia (Foxtrota)”

Heatwave “Star Of The Story”

Vic Juris “Leah”

Walt Barr “Creepin’“

Lonnie Liston Smith & The Cosmic Echoes “Aspirations”, “Colors Of The Rainbow”

Bonus Omega; jazz, fusion, funk, soul, and vinyl finds.

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indolamine · 8 months ago

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touch some grass, with @serialeclipse

it’s a sickeningly beautiful day. sunlight, filtered through exuberant palm tree crowns, shines on her feet, the bloom effect blurring them beautifully against the dark wood flooring of the walkway. the distant chatter is almost fully drowned in the orchestra of warbling birds, their flight ruffling the tropical trees enclosing the passage from every direction. beyond them, running water echoes through the foliage in luscious detail.

jiyeon imagines her own black clad figure as an intrusion on the idyllic scenery, hat pulled low over her eyes and jacket peeling off slumped shoulders. when she closes her eyes, she ignores the chirping and the ruffling leaves, focuses instead on the quiet thudding of the soles of her sandals dragging over the wood boards.

right now, jiyeon’s supposed to reunite with her group back in the main lodge for green smoothies and a mindful activity designed to connect her to her surroundings and inspire the realization of her active role in the ecosystem of an infinite binary code system. and to be fair, that would not be entirely repulsive to her on a good day. she’s not offended by inanity and vapidness – she’d argue that’s the environment she typically thrives in.

but good days have been running scarce. it’s why she agreed to come to the retreat at her therapist’s suggestion in the first place, and the counterintuitiveness of that decision only dawns on her when she’s pulled into conversations about the power of self love. after struggling to elaborate on the transformative experience of sunrise yoga for the fifth time by the end of the first day, jiyeon is at her most antisocial. she fixates on every little annoying affectation of speech, every unflattering cosmetic update, counting the times they repeat self aggrandizing anecdotes.

so right now, jiyeon can only bring herself to put one foot in front of the other and not stop. she might hole herself in her lodge for the rest of the vacation if she stops moving. the birds are singing, the trees are rustling, the water is trickling, and jiyeon feels miserable. that’s the new itinerary for the day.

#log. / jeong domi #tag. / touch some grass

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techhiz · 8 months ago

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Hazbin & Helluva crossover idea

Charlie and Vaggie go on a date to one of Beezlebub’s parties, maybe Loona is there again too?

Sinful Soiree

It was a rare moment of respite for Charlie and Vaggie amidst the chaos of the Hazbin Hotel. With a break in the usual demonic drama, the two lovers seized the opportunity to indulge in a night out on the town.

Their destination? One of Beezlebub's infamous parties, a hedonistic extravaganza where demons of all shapes and sizes gathered to revel in debauchery.

As they arrived at the party, Charlie and Vaggie were greeted by a cacophony of music and laughter that echoed through the halls of Beezlebub's lavish mansion. The air was thick with the scent of sin and desire, a heady mixture that sent shivers down their spines.

Hand in hand, Charlie and Vaggie navigated the crowded ballroom, their eyes wide with wonder as they took in the spectacle before them. Demons danced and cavorted, their laughter mingling with the strains of the infernal orchestra that played on the grand stage.

And amidst the sea of revelers, they spotted a familiar face: Loona, the sardonic receptionist from Helluva Boss, lounging in a corner booth with a glass of whiskey in hand.

"Loona!" Charlie called out, a bright smile spreading across her face as she approached her friend. "What are you doing here?" (I made it that they have already met)

Loona raised an eyebrow in amusement, taking a sip of her drink before responding with a smirk. "Oh, you know, just thought I'd crash Beezlebub's little shindig. The booze is decent, at least."

Vaggie chuckled, shaking her head at Loona's irreverence. "Well, looks like we're in good company then."

As the night wore on, Charlie and Vaggie lost themselves in the revelry of the party, dancing and laughing as they embraced the freedom of the moment. And amidst the chaos and excitement, they found solace in each other's arms, their love shining brightly amidst the darkness of Hell.

And as the first rays of dawn broke through the horizon, signaling the end of another night in the infernal city, Charlie and Vaggie left Beezlebub's party hand in hand, their hearts full and their spirits soaring as they faced whatever new challenges awaited them in the days to come.

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #techhiz work

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genvieve-of-the-wood · 2 years ago

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@definegodliness You got me on a day off from work so here goes... my URL made up of songs (songs in my Spotify liked library)

Guinevere - Crosby, Stills, Nash Enjoy Yourself (It's later than you think) - The Specials Never Going Back Again - Fleetwood Mac Victorious - Wolfmother In Hell I'll Be in Good Company - The Dead South Evil Woman - ELO Virtual Insanity - Jamiroquai Everyday is Halloween - Ministry

O Fortuna - London Philharmonic Orchestra For Whom the Bell Tolls - Metallica

The Killing Moon - Echo and the Bunnymen Hallelujah - Leonard Cohen Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak Once I Loved - Astrud Gilberto On a Clear Day - PM Dawn Devil's Right Hand - Johnny Cash

@definegodliness Ha! And you thought having a long URL would stop me! Bwahahahahaha! I like a little bit of some and a lot of other music genres which gives me a huge list to choose from in my library!

Come to the woods when you have a real music challenge, sir! Imagine if I had dipped into my collection of pagan, new age and world music..and now I must away..back to where the swamp/wood witches live (with Wifi of course).

P.S. I like your list, many of those songs are in my playlist as well.

Anyone else want to do this challenge? I won't tag anyone but if you feel so inclined, spell your URL with songs (you actually listen to, don't just pull up random songs on the interwebs)

#music tag #playlist spotify #genvieve of the wood

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delivermytuneo6 · 2 months ago

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From Classical to Hip-Hop: Music’s Expansive Journey

The evolution of music has been a fascinating journey, from the ancient rhythms that shaped classical music to the modern beats that define hip-hop culture. Across the world, different genres have risen, each reflecting the unique history, culture, and technological advances of its time. One of the most dynamic and transformative aspects of this journey has been the fusion of different styles, bringing together the old and the new to create something entirely fresh. Let’s take a closer look at this journey, which spans from the rich traditions of classical music to the electrifying energy of hip-hop.

Classical Beginnings: The Roots of Music

The roots of modern music can be traced back to classical traditions, with instruments like the piano, violin, and flute playing a central role in orchestras that echoed the grandeur of European courts and royal families. Over time, classical music found its way into other cultures, adapting and incorporating local styles. For instance, Indian classical music, with its intricate rhythms and melodic patterns, has influenced musicians worldwide. A great way to dive into this rich tradition is to listen in Punjabi, which incorporates classical elements into its folk music, providing an auditory experience of the region’s cultural heritage. These tunes, with their profound storytelling quality, continue to inspire musicians today.

As we look at traditional Indian music, we cannot overlook the influence of Indian instrument players who have been masters of both classical and contemporary instruments. The sitar, tabla, and sarod have captured the attention of music lovers across the globe, allowing listeners to experience the depths of Indian tradition. These musicians have often been seen as the custodians of cultural heritage, weaving intricate layers of sound that tell stories of history, spirituality, and the human experience. Their music is not just about entertainment; it is about preserving culture and creating an emotional connection with the listener.

The Rise of Pop and Global Influence

As the 20th century dawned, the world saw a significant shift in music’s global landscape. Pop music emerged as a dominant force, transcending geographical boundaries and spreading like wildfire across nations. This era saw the emergence of iconic best selling artists such as The Beatles, Michael Jackson, and Madonna, whose influence went far beyond music and into culture at large. These artists were able to connect with a global audience, thanks to the increasing accessibility of radio, television, and eventually the internet.

One of the more recent waves in the pop genre has been the meteoric rise of Japanese pop artists, who have managed to captivate international audiences with their colorful and often experimental approach to music. With artists like Hikaru Utada and Perfume, J-pop has not only redefined the Asian pop scene but also found its place in global markets. J-pop combines traditional Japanese melodies with contemporary Western influences, creating a fusion of sounds that is truly one of a kind. These artists have tapped into the global market, proving that music knows no boundaries.

The Revolution of Hip-Hop: A Genre that Redefined Music

One of the most revolutionary genres to emerge in the late 20th century was hip-hop, a cultural movement that began in the Bronx, New York. Born out of the struggles and resilience of marginalized communities, hip-hop music began as a form of self-expression for young people, using rhythmic beats, poetic lyrics, and turntable techniques to tell stories of life in the city. From its humble beginnings, hip-hop has grown into a global phenomenon, influencing everything from fashion to language.

Today, hip hop music download platforms allow fans worldwide to access the freshest tracks from both established and up-and-coming artists. Hip-hop has evolved into a multi-billion-dollar industry, with artists like Drake, Kendrick Lamar, and Cardi B leading the charge. What makes hip-hop so unique is its constant evolution—it draws from the past while embracing the future. Whether it's through the use of innovative digital production tools or collaborations with other genres, hip-hop continually reinvents itself.

From Tradition to Innovation: The Future of Music

The journey of music has taken us from the classical sounds of the past to the bold, experimental sounds of the present. But what does the future hold? Music will undoubtedly continue to evolve, with new genres emerging as technology and global connections open up even more possibilities for creativity. Just as Indian instrument players continue to innovate by blending classical and modern techniques, we can expect more genres to emerge that defy traditional categorization.

For instance, the fusion of different cultural sounds in modern pop is likely to increase, especially as artists from different parts of the world collaborate more frequently. As best selling artists continue to break barriers, we may see even more cross-genre collaborations that blend pop with hip-hop, classical with electronic, or rock with indie. Similarly, Japanese pop artists are likely to continue influencing global pop culture, bringing in more futuristic sounds that may surprise and delight listeners.

Music will also continue to be shaped by digital platforms, offering fans access to more diverse music than ever before. Whether you’re discovering a new hip hop music download or exploring the classics of listen in Punjabi, the future of music is more interconnected than ever before. Technology is making it easier to experiment, collaborate, and produce music in new ways, allowing for an explosion of creativity and innovation.

The transformation of music from its classical roots to modern genres like hip-hop and J-pop showcases the incredible diversity of sound that has shaped the world. By listening in Punjabi or exploring the artistry of Indian instrument players, it becomes clear that no matter where you’re from, music has the power to connect us all. Whether you're a fan of best selling artists or fascinated by the rise of Japanese pop artists, there's a world of sounds waiting for you to explore, including the ever-evolving energy of hip hop music download.

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learnhowtocreatemusic · 2 months ago

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The Unfolding Tapestry: Exploring the Evolution of Music Genres

In the grand tapestry of human culture, music stands as a vibrant thread woven through the annals of time. From the ancient rhythms of our ancestors to the contemporary beats of today, music genres have evolved and diversified, reflecting the ever-changing landscape of society. Let us embark on a journey through the corridors of time, exploring the fascinating evolution of music genres that have shaped our auditory experiences.

The Dawn of Melody

Music, as old as humanity itself, found its voice in the ancient chants and melodies of early civilizations. The primal beats of drums and the haunting wails of flutes echoed through the ages, capturing the essence of rituals, traditions, and emotions. These melodies, steeped in mysticism and lore, laid the foundation for the rich tapestry of musical genres to come.

Classical Elegance

The classical era heralded a new dawn of sophistication and refinement in musical expression. Composers like Bach, Mozart, and Beethoven crafted timeless symphonies and sonatas that epitomized elegance and complexity. The symphonic orchestras and intricate compositions of this era set a high standard for musical mastery that continues to inspire musicians to this day.

The Birth of Jazz

Jazz, with its syncopated rhythms and improvisational spirit, emerged as a rebellious voice in the early 20th century. Born from the fusion of African rhythms, blues, and gospel music, jazz became the soundtrack of cultural revolution. The smooth notes of saxophones and trumpets filled the air, defining an era of artistic experimentation and social change.

Rocking the Foundations

The advent of rock 'n' roll in the 1950s shook the music scene to its core. Pioneered by legends like Elvis Presley and Chuck Berry, rock music embodied the raw energy and defiance of youth. Electric guitars wailed, drum sets thundered, and rebellious lyrics challenged the status quo, igniting a cultural revolution that reverberates to this day.

Hip-Hop and Urban Poetry

In the concrete jungles of the Bronx, hip-hop was born as a voice for the marginalized and disenfranchised. Embracing beats, rhymes, and turntablism, hip-hop artists like Grandmaster Flash and Tupac Shakur transformed urban streets into lyrical battlegrounds. Hip-hop became a powerful tool for social commentary, shedding light on issues of race, poverty, and identity.

Electronic Symphony

The digital age ushered in a new era of musical innovation with electronic genres like techno, house, and dubstep. DJs and producers became modern-day alchemists, blending beats, synths, and samples to create otherworldly soundscapes. The pulsating rhythms and futuristic vibes of electronic music redefine the boundaries of sonic exploration.

A Mosaic of Sounds

From the soulful strains of R&B to the fiery passion of flamenco, the world of music genres is a rich mosaic of diverse influences and styles. Each genre tells a story, evokes emotions, and unites people across cultures and continents. As music evolves and reinvents itself, the tapestry of genres grows ever richer, reflecting the kaleidoscope of human experiences.

As we reflect on the evolution of music genres, we witness not just a sonic journey through time but a testament to the creativity, diversity, and resilience of human expression. The melodies that echo through our past and present serve as a reminder of the universal language that unites us all: the language of music. Let us continue to embrace the symphony of genres that enrich our lives and souls, creating a harmonious blend of past, present, and future in the ever-unfolding narrative of music.

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moochilatv · 3 months ago

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Alice Hebborn presents: Movement 2

Magic piano session 🎹

Alice Hebborn announced her debut album Saisons, out December 6th via Western Vinyl. Born out of her move to the countryside, the Belgian composer offers up a deeply personal exploration of humanity’s relationship with the natural world, shaped by her walks in the countryside and her readings on ecofeminism and environmental harmony.

She released the new track “Movement 2”, which was written in the spring and captures an awakening of senses and nature.

The boundary is porous between textures, rhythms, and melodies, with all elements converging in a fragile and festive balance.

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Belgian composer Alice Hebborn's debut album, Saisons, is a contemplative journey through sound and nature. It's a deeply personal exploration of humanity’s relationship with the natural world, shaped by Hebborn’s walks in the countryside and her readings on ecofeminism and environmental harmony.

Saisons was born out of Hebborn’s move to the countryside in 2021, where her daily immersion in wild landscapes inspired the intricate sonic world of this project.The seven-movement album for piano and electronics does not represent literal seasons, but rather collects impressions of nature as it is today—fluid, unpredictable, and increasingly disrupted by climate change. Pianist Nao Momitani, Hebborn's close collaborator, performs on the album, blending acoustic and electronic textures into a harmonious and organic soundscape.

"'Movement 2' is the starting point of Saisons," she describes. "It was written in the spring and draws its inspiration from the captivating images of this season: the awakening of nature and our senses, the great activity of all living things. One can hear the movement of the breeze through the leaves, the succession of blooms, the joyful freshness of a new dawn. The boundary is porous between textures, rhythms, and melodies: all elements of the soundscape collaborate in the emergence of each of them within a fragile and festive balance."

"Through Saisons, I explore the idea of an ideal where humans live in harmony with nature," Hebborn explains. "I wanted the album to mirror how nature functions: all elements influencing and transforming one another in an inter-connected, balanced way." Central to Saisons is Hebborn’s fascination with the micro-details of sound, where every tiny vibration and texture evokes the delicate balance of the natural world. Influenced by readings like Bernie Krause’s The Orchestra of Animals, Hebborn sought to emulate nature’s harmony in sound, creating an interplay between piano and electronics that echoes the fluidity of ecosystems.

Hebborn also draws inspiration from the work of ecofeminist author Starhawk, whose writings on dismantling hierarchical relationships between humans and nature deeply impacted the creation of Saisons. She elaborates, "In this album, the piano represents the human element, and the electronics represent nature. Throughout the piece, they mutually influence each other without one overshadowing the other. This reflects the world I hope to see created—a world where humans no longer see themselves as separate from nature but as an integral part of it, recognizing the interdependent relationship that binds us to all living beings."

Saisons is as much a performance piece as it is a recorded work. Having already been performed in contemporary music venues, the live experience unfolds as a continuous 30-minute immersion, with its meditative flow allowing listeners to lose themselves in sound and sensation. The collaborative process with Nao Momitani was integral to the album’s organic feel. Hebborn adds, "Nao and I wanted the music to feel alive, like nature itself. It’s not a rigid composition, but a constantly shifting, breathing piece."

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Alice Hebborn has made a name for herself in both the music and theater worlds, with her compositions performed by renowned ensembles such as LAPS Ensemble, Musiques Nouvelles, and Ensemble Fractales. Her debut album marks the next chapter in her creative journey, pushing the boundaries of contemporary music by infusing it with environmental philosophy and sensory intuition.

Saisons is a testament to Hebborn’s deep connection to the world around her and her desire to create music that invites reflection on our place within it. In the words of Pierre Hemptinne for PointCulture: “Hebborn creates a fragile stability, like clear pond water reacting to the slightest wind, the slightest change of light.”

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newprophets · 5 months ago

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Unveiling the Eternal Word The Profound Beginnings of John's Gospel

"In the Beginning: The Eternal Word Breaks the Silence"

Introduction: Echoes of Eternity Before time ticked its first tock, the Word existed, not as a mere whisper but as a mighty voice in the cosmic silence. John 1 unveils this mystery, introducing us to a narrative where divinity meets humanity right at the dawn of creation.

The Word in the Cosmos: A Divine Symphony Imagine the universe as an orchestra without a conductor until the Word—Jesus—steps in, baton in hand. John declares, "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." Through Him, every star, planet, and galaxy found its place in the divine melody. This stanza in the scripture isn't just about creation; it's about the Creator intimately involved in crafting existence.

A Light Unrecognized: Tragedy Amidst the Celestial Tune Despite the beauty of His composition, when the Composer Himself stepped onto the stage, cloaked in flesh, He was met with a cold shoulder from His own creations. This part of our story brings a somber note to the symphony. The world, engrossed in its own tune, failed to recognize its Maker. Yet, not all was lost; some did hear the music through the noise.

Becoming Children of the Melody For those who listened—truly listened—a new identity was offered: children of God. Born not of natural descent nor human decision, but born of God. This shift from creation to kinship marks a profound transformation, offering a personal connection with the Composer.

Conclusion: The Living Symphony Continues As John 1 closes, we are left with a melody that lingers—the Word walking among us, full of grace and truth. This passage isn't just a prologue; it's an invitation to join the divine symphony that resonates through eternity. Tune your heart to this eternal melody and discover your part in His cosmic score.

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burlveneer-music · 2 months ago

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My WVUD playlist and stream, 11/18/2024

Cymande - Chasing An Empty Dream ERIN Collective - Resistance (ft. Devon Ebah Miles) Herbie Mann - Mediterranean The Motet - Love Time The Sunburst Band - Take It To the Top (feat. Noelle Scaggs) Kyoto Jazz Massive - Power (feat. Vanessa Freeman & Echoes Of A New Dawn Orchestra) The Baker Brothers - Unrest Sinkane - How Sweet Is Your Love Midnight Magic - I Found Love (Sophie Lloyd Remix - Single Edit) Flammer Dance Band - Nå Nå Jestofunk - Special Love (ft. Jocelyn Brown) I Robots - Tabù Tubà (Part i) Brass Construction - Movin' Black Devil Disco Club - No Regrets Japan - European Son (John Punter 12" Mix) The Communards - Don't Leave Me This Way Jaguar - Bodyparty Horse Meat Disco - Give Me All Your Love (feat. Fiorious) La Sécurité - Sleepy Rebellion (The Mauskovic Dance Band Remix) Ron Trent - Flos Potentia (Sugar, Cotton, Tabacco) [feat. Khruangbin]

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rk099 · 1 year ago

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Whispers of the Wilderness: Exploring Nature's Symphony

Introduction: In the hustle and bustle of modern life, we often find solace in the arms of nature. The wilderness, untouched and pristine, offers a symphony of sounds that transcends human understanding. In this blog, we delve into the enchanting world of nature's whispers, exploring the symphony that echoes through the vast landscapes.

The Symphony Begins: Step into the heart of the wilderness, where the symphony begins with the rustle of leaves dancing to the gentle breeze. Each tree, a musician in this natural orchestra, contributes to the melody of the forest. The subtle sounds create a harmonious background, setting the stage for the grand performance.

Birdsong: Nature's Melodious Choir: As dawn breaks, a choir of birds awakens, filling the air with melodies that seem to be composed by a master conductor. From the cheerful chirping of robins to the haunting calls of owls at night, the birds contribute their unique notes to nature's symphony. It's a harmonious dialogue that resonates through the treetops.

Rippling Waters: The Flowing Cadence: Nature's symphony extends to the rhythmic flow of rivers and streams. The babbling brooks and cascading waterfalls create a soothing cadence that complements the melody of the forest. Close your eyes, and you can almost feel the water's pulse syncing with your heartbeat.

Wind Whispers: Nature's Breath: The wind, a gentle maestro, weaves through the wilderness, creating a melody with the leaves, grass, and branches. It whispers tales of distant lands, carrying the essence of the world as it traverses through the trees. The wind is the breath of nature, an invisible force that adds depth to the symphony.

Creatures of the Night: Nocturnal Notes: As the sun sets, a new chapter of the symphony unfolds. Nocturnal creatures take center stage, contributing their mysterious calls and rustlings. The hoots of owls, the croaking of frogs, and the distant howls of wolves create a nighttime composition that is both eerie and enchanting.

Silence: Nature's Pause: Amidst the cacophony of nature's symphony, there are moments of profound silence. It's a pause that allows us to absorb the beauty of the wilderness, a stillness that speaks volumes. In these moments, nature's whispers become a powerful meditation, connecting us to the Earth in a profound way.

Conclusion: Whispers of the wilderness are not just sounds; they are an invitation to connect with the primal rhythm of the Earth. Exploring nature's symphony is a journey into a world where every rustle, chirp, and breeze tells a story. As we immerse ourselves in this enchanting symphony, we rediscover our place in the grand composition of life. So, the next time you find yourself in the embrace of nature, close your eyes and listen – for in those whispers, you'll discover the true magic of the wilderness.

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omggg okok could you write something for cl16 x musician!reader and reader has a concert (as a new year celebration yk?) with the orchestra or her own band you choose and he attends it and is basically all proud bf vibes aaaashksbwkshkahag

+ i added a bit of a smau at the end hope u like it xx

𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦, 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗰

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

plot: You had been beside Charles' side throughout all of his races, and he believes its time he repays the favour by attending one of your concerts anonymously.

wc: 1.3k

warning(s): charles is lowkey obsessed with reader, fluffy as fuck, mild mention of anxiety, french petnames, and reader being hot (because you are).

Deep breath in, deep breath out—those six words echo above all of the endless anxious doubt that rings in your mind. Charles stands at the back of the lively music venue his girlfriend would be playing at, wrapped in a scarf paired with Rayban sunglasses—truthfully, not his best undercover outfit, but it’ll have to do—patiently awaiting the start of your band's concert.

When he'd arrived a few hours ago and took his seat, your bottom lip had jutted out. "Why're you sitting so far back? How will I see you?"

Charles' head had tipped back in a laugh, and the butterflies in your stomach had fluttered almost uncomfortably in your stomach despite you. He had replied, "Want all the shine on you today, mon amour." and like, you tried not to swoon, but the fondness was plastered on your face like a big neon sign.

You had protested, urging him closer to the stage. He'd relented stubbornly, and only when you were called backstage for a makeup touch-up did you let it go.

Now, as the charcoal black curtains pull apart at the seams on the cusp of midnight on December 31st, revealing the completely full venue, a bashful grin etches on your face. The band and you take their respective places, with you being front and center of the stage and tugging your dress down nervously.

That nervousness, however, dissipitates as quickly as it appeared when the crowd roars to life at the sight of you. The sight beneath you clouded as a harsh spotlight encircled your body—a sea of neon-lit accessories and concert signs. But, as clear as ever, in the swarm of white t-shirts and sweaty bodies was the half-concealed face of your boyfriend, Charlie.

Your boyfriend, Charlie, who looked about two seconds away from short circuiting.

Get a grip, he mutters to himself when it dawns on him that you'd been gazing curiously at him. But he can't. Not when you stood with your head held high in front of a thousand people fearlessly, and certainly not when you did it in that dress. With parted lips, his eyes leave yours and scale over your body, adorned in a long, silky gold dress.

You don't bother fighting the furious blush painting your face.

“Alright, Monaco!” You lean into the microphone stand, and Charles can barely hear you among the wild shreiks of the crowd. "Let's get this concert started, yeah?”

The fans raise their hands and yell a long 'yeahh!'out in agreement, only growing louder when suddenly all of the big lights in the stadium flicker off. In less than a second, blue and purple lights illuminate the large arena, turning the fans (Charles included) ballistic.

When the familiar beat of your new single, Paper Rings, bounces off the walls of the stadium, the audience screams the introductory lyrics with her like it was life or death. Charles doesn’t blame them, not one bit, but his body and mouth failed to join alongside them.

Ethereal, you had told him the meaning of the word on a lazy Monday morning, lounging by the pool with your head rested on his chest—extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world.

A man, presumably in his late thirties, wraps an arm around Charles as though they’d been best friends for years, singing the lyrics straight to his face.

Charles blinks dumbly; the sentimental tears brimming at his waterline retract inside his eye sockets. He looks back at you, performing the intricate choreographed dance that he'd often catch you practicing days before the show.

Shrugging, he moves and circles his arm around the stranger's shoulder, letting himself move and sing freely to the upbeat tune of the love song. His love song.

The man and him sing an off-tune, ear-deafening duet, but Charles is too drunk on you just existing to even care.

The song slowly comes to an end, but your band plays another, and another, and another. And like, as a Formula 1 racing driver, Charles prided himself on his unwavering self-control.

So, when Charles is unable to physically restrain himself from pushing

past the sweaty, dancing bodies of the crowd just to increase your proximity; his only explanation was your voice laced with some kind of black magic.

You sway your hips to the music as your band takes over for the instrumental, your eyes sweeping over the stadium, and only then do you notice that Charles was not where he’d been when the show started. In fact, he had somehow managed to push his way into the first row, looking at you with a sort of admiration that made your heart ache.

Being a part of an acclaimed band entailed an ocean of duties, the most prominent of which was hosting concerts and events to both satisfy the fans and broaden your audience. But this would be the first your boyfriend had been able to attend, and you couldn't help but crave his validation, his praise.

What happened next, you’d blame it on the heat of the moment, or perhaps the proud grin etched onto his face that made your head melt and fizzle out of your ear. Either way, you bent down, resting on your toes and blatantly ignoring the hundreds of camera phones filming you before tugging his scarf down to plant a kiss on his lips.

It wasn’t lust-filled or passionate, yet the familiar warmth flooded your body all the same.

Pulling away, smirking at Charles’ dumbfounded expression and the violent flush on his face trailing all the way down to his neck. Screaming into the microphone once the instrumentals died down from behind you, the audience quickly blinked out of their daze, turning to kiss their loved one, “Happy New Year, Monaco!”

The instruments sizzled to a stop, all five of the members rushing to the center of the stage beside you and pulling you into a warm embrace. Lola, the lead guitarist and your biggest supporter through the blissful honeymoon beginning and rough middle patches with Charles, smiled excitedly at you.

"I can't believe you just did that," she squeals over the sound of lively chatter and footsteps filling out the stadium.

"No, me neither," you laugh out. "Heat of the moment thing, I guess."

Your eyelids flutter up to glance at Ryan, ever the brutally honest one, biting the inside of your cheek hesitantly. "Was it cringe? Be honest."

Ryan snorts. "Yeah, only a bit."

"I thought it was sweet, mon cherié."

You whip your head behind you, the corners of your lips twitching upward when his voice matches his face (the sunglasses and scarf are discarded somewhere on the sticky floor, but Charles didn't care enough to look). The stadium had cleared out, you realized, in the time that you and your band had taken to hug and wish each other a happy new year.

The members of your band give you a pat on the back before heading out—Lola with a suggestive wiggle of her brows—leaving only you and Charles in an empty, 1,000-seat stadium. Charles places both his palms at the dip of your hips, pulling you flush against him.

“You…you were,” Charles struggles to find the right words. He searches for them in French, in English, even in Italian, for fucks sake. He knew, though, that no language could ever begin to help you understand how fucking proud he is of you, how beautiful you looked up there, or how sweet your voice sounded pressed up against the microphone.

He settles for smashing your lips together for the second time tonight, like he would be able to transfer his thoughts through your dancing tongues.

You don’t mind, not even a little bit, not even at all.

charlesleclerc just posted on instagram !

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charlesleclerc: im so proud of you, mon amour. i love you more than words. happy new year, i know i'll spend the rest of my years beside you 💙

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y/nl/n: dont make me cry now. ☹️☹️

charlesleclerc: never!

pierregasly: FINALLY can i post the pics i took on our double date w/ kika now?

charlesleclerc: seriously pierre🙄 ???

pierregasly: what? it would look great on my feed

Lola: my ship has finally sailed to the public

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y/nl/n: i love you more baby 🫶

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user7: MON????? AMOUR???? SOBBING.

user8: i was at that concert omfg the kiss they shared when she was on stage and he was standing front row🥺🥺

user9: they WHAT?!?!?!!

user8: dw bae i'll dm u the clip i took

user11: charles is so whipped and im here for it

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user10: if u squint enough you can see me hanging off a tree in the back 🥰

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Shielding the Grid: The Power of Protection Schemes in Safeguarding Electrical Systems

In a bustling metropolis lies a cutting-edge power station that fuels the city's vitality, ensuring electricity courses through its veins day and night. Within this intricate web of transformers, generators, and power lines, a silent army of protection schemes stands guard, ready to shield the heartbeat of the city from harm.

One sunny morning, as dawn broke over the horizon, the peace was shattered by a thunderous storm. Violent winds howled while heavy rain pounded the city's streets. This tempest threatened to disrupt the harmonious symphony of electricity coursing through the power systems.

But deep within the heart of the power station, engineers monitored the vital signs of the system with unwavering expertise. The storm's fury rattled their resolve, but they remained steadfast in their mission to maintain uninterrupted power supply.

As flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, danger lurked around every corner. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck a transmission line with a deafening crack, sending tremors pulsing through the network. The surge rippled through substations and threatened to disrupt the supply that powered homes, businesses, and critical infrastructure.

Yet, before chaos could spread, the protective instincts ingrained within the power system sprang into action. Like an orchestra conductor commanding an ensemble, protection schemes orchestrated a intricate dance across switches, breakers, and relays.

Within microseconds, these intelligent guardians interpreted the signals received from sensors strategically placed throughout the network. They identified faults and swiftly isolated the affected sections, preventing damage from permeating further. Circuit breakers tripped, flowing like an electric current wavefront aimed at restraining the potential harm.

The surge's path redirected to ground within specially designed protection grounds, luring it away from delicate equipment. Surge arresters stood tall, willingly sacrificing themselves to absorb the energy from the storm and protect the power system's core.

As the tempest raged on, transmission lines flailed in the face of powerful gusts. Tension built to its limit, threatening to snap under nature's relentless assault. Yet, protection schemes, with foresight reserved for the most vigilant sentinels, detected deviations in current flows that hinted at imminent disaster.

To prevent catastrophe, protective relays instantly triggered, signaling breakers to act decisively. These guardians brought down sections of the network delicately, like a master puppeteer controlling marionettes, preventing cascading failures that could plunge the city into darkness.

Meanwhile, engineers monitored the system's vital signs with dedication and expertise. They skillfully coordinated efforts to assess the damage caused by the storm and worked diligently to restore power to affected areas. Their fingers danced across control panels, guiding the chorus of circuits back to life.

As the storm dissipated and a hushed calm settled upon the city, the resilient power system rose from its weakened state. Protection schemes had weathered the storm's fury, keeping damage contained and minimizing disruptions.

A new day dawned, and the people of the city carried on with their lives, hardly aware of the dance of protection schemes that had safeguarded their comfort and productivity. The silent heroes, hidden within steel towers and automated control centers, remained ever vigilant, their purpose unwavering.

For as long as power systems echoed through cities across the world, these protection schemes would continue their tireless watch, ensuring electricity flowed without interruption - illuminating homes, charging devices, and empowering progress in every corner of our interconnected world.

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ryttu3k · 2 years ago

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The 2022 playlist, favourite albums, and thoughts on Pink Floyd!

Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Fanfare for the Common Man

Hot Chocolate - Every 1's a Winner

The Whitlams - Cambridge Three

The Whitlams - Man About A Dog

The Whitlams - Sancho In Love

Florence + the Machine - King

Florence + the Machine - My Love

Florence + the Machine - Daffodil

Zdob și Zdub and Frații Advahov - Trenulețul

Sweet - Ballroom Blitz

Pink Floyd - Echoes

Electric Light Orchestra - Eldorado Overture & Can't Get It Out Of My Head

Pink Floyd - Shine On You Crazy Diamond

Pink Floyd - Sheep

Queen - Face It Alone

Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb

Måneskin - La Fine

Favourite album releases: The Whitlams - Sancho; Florence + the Machine - Dance Fever

Favourite old albums: Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here; Animals

...Godspeed You! Black Emperor did have a 'new' album release when their very first album came out. It, um, was not good, haha. Another new release, single this time, Face It Alone by Queen, which was recorded for The Miracle but never released at the time. Gives me definite emotions. For Måneskin, three singles, Supermodel, The Loneliest, and La Fine. Supermodel is a bop, The Loneliest is absolute angst, but none hit me like La Fine did. New album out in a month!

But really, this year has belonged to Pink Floyd, much how last year belonged to Måneskin (as a new favourite), and GY!BE and Queen (listening to their whole discography). More similar to GY!BE, in that I heard both Lift Your Skinny Fists and Dark Side Of The Moon at roughly the same time and they both instantly rocketed to the top of my 'favourite albums of all time' list.

Here are some thoughts!

Rating all the albums, and notable favourites/now in my regular rotation:

The Dark Side of the Moon: 9.5/10 (all of it it's flawless. But if I have to pick, Brain Damage/Eclipse, Us & Them, Time, The Great Gig in the Sky, and Breathe (In The Air). Yes I realise that’s more than half the album)

Wish You Were Here: 9/10 (Shine On You Crazy Diamond, Welcome To The Machine)

Animals: 9/10 (Sheep, Dogs)

Meddle: 8.5/10 (Echoes, One Of These Days)

The Wall: 8.5/10 (Comfortably Numb, Hey You)

The Endless River: 8.5/10 (all of it as a unit tbh)

A Momentary Lapse of Reason: 8.5/10 (Signs of Life, Sorrow, Yet Another Movie)

The Division Bell: 8.5/10 (Cluster One, High Hopes)

Ummagumma (live section): 8.5/10

A Saucerful of Secrets: 8/10 (Let There Be More Light)

Obscured By Clouds: 7.5/10 (Obscured By Clouds)

The Final Cut: 7.5/10

The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn: 7/10

More: 7/10 (Cymbaline)

Atom Heart Mother: 6.5/10

Ummagumma (studio section): 5.5/10

Top five tracks in approximate order: Shine On You Crazy Diamond, all of Dark Side of the Moon, Comfortably Numb, Echoes, Sheep.

(Also watched the Pulse concert, no thoughts only brain keyboardsmash, and listened to the orchestrated Us & Them tribute thing. Next on the list is Delicate Sound of Thunder, Waters’ The Wall, and the Echoes album.)

So like. As a general rule, not quite as high ratings as something like GY!BE, which I all rated super high (although in fairness, Pink Floyd has a lot more albums). It also feels kind of odd rating, say, The Wall 9/10, but I only regularly listen to Comfortably Numb (and The Wall part 2, which is the only track I had heard prior to listening). I guess because the whole thing works as a singular unit? I'm not sure, honestly.

Definitely most attached to the 70s era, almost straight through (starting from Meddle in 1971, Atom Heart Mother didn't super grab me). Which makes sense! The first album, the one that got me into them, was Dark Side of the Moon, so it was that classic 70s prog rock sound I was most drawn to. The earlier stuff is still... I guess developing towards that? I was listening chronologically, and Echoes, from Meddle, was the first time I really went, "...oh yeah, that is absolutely the Pink Floyd of DSotM."

I did really enjoy Division Bell, although there were definite 'this was made in the 90s' moments, and The Endless River tends to get panned but I actually super enjoyed it. Kind of gave me a Songs of Distant Earth-era Mike Oldfield vibe (that's not an insult, I love Mike Oldfield). Actually, yeah, the later Gilmour-led stuff did hit the spot, more than the earlier content and Final Cut did.

Been a rad experience, and they're absolutely getting added to 'favourite band' status (along with GY!BE, Florence + the Machine, Queen, Måneskin, and the Whitlams. What is my music taste? We just don't know).

And now to listen to Wish You Were Here for the zillionth time because Shine On You Crazy Diamond owns my entire soul <3

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