#edble

[sk1nn1e-th1nn1e]

SFX, MAKEUP, FAKE

blood, SH

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[charcalz]

Gloomy Coquette / Morute Girl Thinspo <3 ⋆⁺₊✧

#morutegirl #gloomycoquette #gloomy #angelcore #

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

kind of insane how much more i smoke since i moved up here. awesome timing since a no longer live in a place where weed is growing in the backyard

[juviin]

not to sound crazy but kpop group LOONA means the absolute world to me and in ten days i get to see jo haseul, woman i have been a fan of since i was 17 years old. 6 whole years. and core part of my bi awakening, for the second time in concert in the beautiful new york city

[dixiefunk]

edbl - "2010 Mixtape"

エドブラックの最新アルバム『2010ミックステープ』を約一週間遅れで手に入れてさっそく聴いてみました。

3曲目の"All Me"で珍しくサンタナ風なギターソロが出てきてビックリしましたが、全体の印象としては過去作よりラップ・ボーカルが増えたかな⁉︎

どうやらアルバムタイトルの"2010"というのはエドブラックが音楽を学んでいた大学生時代の2010年のことで、だから本作は原点回帰したヒップホップ・オマージュ曲が多いとのこと。

だからなのかタイトル曲"2010"はJ・ディラ風ブーンバップが中間に出てきてニンマリ！

どの曲もクールなヒップホップ系ですが、今のところメロウな9曲目"Symbols"が一番好きです♪

7曲目のボサな"Lena"と、11曲目のヌジャベスぽい曲"Tokyo"のネオ・ソウル風ギターソロも好きです♪

"Lena"のギターソロはエドブラック自身が弾いていて"Tokyo"は磯貝一樹さんがゲストでギターソロを弾いています。

Lo-fiヒップホップ系やフューチャーソウル系を色々聴いてると"Tokyo"という曲名がしょっちゅう登場しますが、そろそろ誰か"Osaka"て曲目付けてくれないかな？

日本盤の帯に書かれている

「メロウなヴァイヴスでチルなフロウを聴かせる」という絶妙にダサい表現がクセになります。

[yamabra-extra]

edbl & friends / JPRK5

昨年も紹介しました。このedbl（エドブラック）。サウス・ロンドンから登場した才能で、今最も注目すべきのトラックメイカーでありギタリストの一人です。

本作はそのedblが、様々なアーティストとのコラボレートするプロジェクト“edbl & friends”のニュー・リリースで、キーボーディスト／プロデューサーのJamie Parkerによるプロジェクト”JPRK”（すみません。存じ上げません💦）とのコラボ・アルバムです。

前作はヴォーカルをフィーチャーしたアルバムでしたが、本作は全てがインストゥルメンタル。ソウルフルで、ジャジーで洗練された極上のチルアウトです。ローファイでスウィートで、とにかくカッコいいサウンドは、メロウの権化（なんだそりゃ）といえましょう。心地よさのツボ（あっちの壺じゃないよ）を押されているようで、これはちょっと気持ち良すぎるではありませんか。

[flawless-imperfections]

conversations always turn into fights

[edbloves]

Hi peeps!

Posted a Marge x Gale x John fic to AO3 cuz I’m a sucker for a good happy ending where everyone is happy! 15k words of angst and comfort, Buck spiralling and John being a sad PTSD wreck who misses his boyfriend now that he’s married to someone else and Marge being a patient angel!

Hope u all like it!!!!!

[sk1nn1e-th1nn1e]

just how dedicated are you?

[avatar4life]

Here some memes of Twilightzone if you're sad

Charlie and reader looking at Bella after another night ruined due to her screaming for a boy

Reader trying to understand what Bella is saying after falling asleep through another rant about Edbling

Reader about the whoop Bella's ass for bringing her into her weird shit with the Cullens

Reader whenever Edbling (Edward) and Jakbark (Jacob) exist

Reader with Edbling

Reader waiting for Bella to stop ranting about Edward

Reader trying to see Bella's appeal towards Edbling when Emmett and Jasper exist (my bro is NOT a confederate soldier in this au)

That's it

[tillman]

Funniest eddie ability (edbility? Edibility.) is that he fan just go inside people. Shout out to the implications of his air throw there is a Dog inside of a Corpse inside your BibCage.

[vickie-and-co-pokeblog]

Is vanilla exxtract edble

[ihavesevererabies]

WHY GAYTOR SAY AM DEAD. I JUST. NED. REACH. TO. EDBLE BOXLES. ON. COUCH

[fred-the-curator]

I just listened to this little gem and it deserves to be shared with other ears Sugarcoated (James Berkeley Edit) [feat. edbl & Flourish] Uploaded by Taura Lamb via SoundCloud https://ift.tt/Tmzth5x Make the community vibrate: a like, a share, or even a comment can transform our cultural mosaic together. 🔊❤️

[edbloves]

Chapter 3 is up! 😊

Early morning sunlight slants through the curtains, warming Gale’s face enough to rouse him from his dozing. Though still drowsy, John’s warm sleeping body tucked next to him was enough of a motivator for him to extricate himself from their bed, careful not to wake him. He’d had hopes that after purging his stomach of its contents, John might be able to fall into an alright sleep, but it hadn’t fared as well as he’d hoped. John’s sparse periods of sleep were restless at best and usually culminated with gasping, anxious breaths and a jackhammering heart pulling him from incoherent nightmares, waking Gale right along with him. Not that Gale was getting much sleep, regardless. He felt too keyed up, too worried about John and anxious about Grace to fall into any sort of sleep that could pass as restful. John had repeatedly gagged up nothing but bile each time, violent and visceral, as Gale held him through it.

Now, though, that John seemed to be in a rare stretch of proper sleep, he wanted to preserve that for as long as possible. Silently, he pulls the drapes closed, drowning out the sunlight and creeps out of the room, shutting the door behind him to leave John in a quiet darkness. He starts the coffee and putters about making his own breakfast, and then preparing Grace’s, copying what John had cobbled together the morning before, but by the time he’s read through the paper and worked his way through two cups of coffee, he starts to worry about Grace. Deciding to appease his own brain, he heads for her room and tucks his head around the door, breathing a gentle sigh of relief at the sight of Grace and Meatball – evidently two peas in a pod – both sprawled about the bed contentedly still snoring away.

The sight eases the twisted knot that rests heavy in his stomach, but it doesn’t dissipate, not with the pitiful state John is in in the next room over and with the day ahead dawning rapidly. Anxiety settles in his stomach at the thought of him alone shouldering the responsibility of a child who doesn’t quite trust him, not to mention that he doesn’t feel remotely qualified to handle her. Still feeling shaken from the events of last night, he checks in on John too, who’s tossing fitfully but is, at least, still sleeping.

He spends the rest of the morning dutifully trying not to think of the similarities between this and his own childhood – the parallels making him nauseous when he draws them all too easily. To witness John’s larger than life identity razed by the effects of alcohol, to see him reduced to this state doesn’t sit right with him. In his lower moments, his brain concocts amalgamations of his own father and the John from the stalag and twists until they’re one, formed in the image of a broken man.

Gale kicks these thoughts hard as they come to him. There are few things he has said to John that would be more sincere than the words he spoke last night: John isn’t like his father. He truly, whole-heartedly believes that. It’s only that for all of John’s ghosts that seem visible, Gale’s own seem to swirl in the depths of his subconscious waiting patiently for him to stumble, a victim of his memories just as John is, though they differ in how they cope.

This, coupled with the prospect of facing Grace alone today, have him waiting on pins and needles. He doesn’t have a clue what he is going to do with her, and instead tries to remind himself that spending a day a little girl cannot be more fearsome than a winter prisoner march. He knows it’s the right decision, nevertheless, and harbours no bitterness towards John for leaving. Him alone with Grace. He thinks of his own childhood and knows he would shield any child the sight and understanding of what alcohol can do to a man.

To read further: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57285097/chapters/151474165#workskin

[sk1nn1e-th1nn1e]

i got to weigh myself today.. i lost 10 pounds but look exactly the same. what a scam. guess i just have to keep going