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phonographica · 1 year ago
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Francesca Heart - L'Inno Delle Oceanine Alla Bellezza E Alla Fortuna (2022)
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trevlad-sounds · 5 months ago
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Sleep Space 2
19.08.2024
Sleep Spaces
Hey everyone,
A series of ambient mixes designed to help you unwind and drift off into a peaceful sleep. As someone who struggles with sleep deprivation, I know firsthand the power of ambient music to create a calming atmosphere.
I’ve curated a collection of what I believe are particularly positive and soothing ambient pieces, weaving them together into roughly two-hour mixes. The goal is to provide a consistent and relaxing soundscape to help you relax and prepare for a good night’s sleep.
Sweet dreams! Trevor
Sleep Space 1
Ishqmatics-Aqua Dub 00:00 Luke Sanger-Monday Misfit 11:08 David Cordero, Rhucle-Beyond the Horizon 15:52 Thrupence-The Difference (Original by Flume & Toro y Moi) 19:18 Sam Rosenthal-leading to the edge 25:38 Go Outside-not far away 26:39 Dark Fidelity Hi Fi-Outcodes 29:29 Christopher Willits, East Forest-Tunnels – East Forest Remix 31:17 anthéne-monochrome (awakened souls rework) 35:06 JB Dunckel-Égérie 38:53 From Overseas, zakè, Chihei Hatakeyama, Hakobune-Live Improvisation II – Live 41:53 Lesjamusic-Lesjamusic is Lost 1:02:32 Kenneth James Gibson-The Art Of Forgetting Yourself – Awakened Souls Remix 1:06:08 Giulio Stermieri-Wide Plain, Desolate Place 1:09:52 Ann Annie-Cottonwood 1:15:39 Paperbark-Faint Roads 1:17:40 Ed Herbers-Cruising Altitude 1:23:35 The Green Kingdom-Arcadian Skies 1:29:59 Tim Linghaus-Poplars In Your Eyeball 1:34:17 The Green Kingdom-Softly Away 1:37:06 No Death, Rhucle-Twilight Mood 1:41:09
Sleep Space 2 synkrotron-Pallas 00:00 Socool & Ireless-Ground 09:50 Francesca Heart-Circular Motion of the Nine Muses 11:58 Paul Cousins-Improvisation for 3 Tape Loops 15:32 Binaural Space-Use Your Illusion 30:20 Garden Gate-The Overground Church 35:19 Francesca Heart-Angelsummit.net 36:50 Time Rival-Pumice 41:36 Rhucle-Holy 46:08 Maps and Diagrams-An8kh 48:35 Lionmilk, Club Diego-Delagation of Delights 49:55 Willebrant-Sands l (New Light) 56:00 Viul-Eighties 59:03 Paper Relics-I Know The Way 1:01:05 Chris Russell-Forever In Blue 1:04:07 Paperbark-Antique Correspondence 1:13:00 Mark Ellery Griffiths-I sailed to meet her 1:19:57 Multi-Surface-Wrinkled Smile 1:22:58 Bvdub, Inquiri-Please Let Go and Let Me Hold You 1:25:40 Letters from Mouse-Piglet 1:44:45
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mysticalblizzardcolor · 6 months ago
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Listen/purchase: Bird Bath by Francesca Heart
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thenoctambulist · 7 months ago
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The B in LGBTQ stands for Bridgerton actually
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sunny-rants · 7 months ago
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yes I am devastated about the death of Creloise, but I’m actually weirdly happy that Francesca is the first canon sapphic Bridgerton? Benedict being queer has made me so happy, but having the promiscuous second son and the man hating forward thinking woman be the two queer characters felt kinda on the nose stereotype wise. making Francesca queer is so much more interesting to me, because this season she has already become not only a fully fleshed out character, but one that does not fit neatly into any token queer archetypes.
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freeshavocadoooo · 8 months ago
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Kind of crazy how much you can feel the chemistry between Francesca and John in their first two scenes which is just them being completely silent and barely looking at each other
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mythblossoms · 23 days ago
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cherry wine
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pairing: sylus x gn!reader
content: mutual pining, slight angst, music used as metaphor (poorly), pre-relationship, hand holding and dancing
a/n: sometimes a specific scene sticks in your head and you have to write something around that only. i also just love the sound of a cello ;-;
wc: ~1.4k
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Music was honest. It spoke plainly about its desires and was vulnerable. The melodies openly conveyed emotions and stories, imploring those who heard to succumb to their passions. There is a beauty in patterns and themes laced between the harmonies.
At the least, that’s what Sylus told himself as he leaned casually against the gilded pillars decorating the gala floor. 
Your invitation to some musicians gala hadn’t been unexpected - the connections and intel privy to him had become a bonus to your missions, and Sylus was happy to oblige. But your openness, that was new. Your willingness to reach out and discuss tactics and invite him as something more, more than a source of knowledge at least.
He was happy to watch you work, your acting skills so finely honed now as you smiled coyly at other guests perched at the bar - your eyes, in contrast, sharply focused on your surroundings. You were an unknown force in your element, poised to strike. 
The musicians began their arrangement, the opening notes notifying the guests of the story they aimed to tell.
The aching thrum of the cello, the pining glide of the violin - woven together to create a song of want, grounded by a repetition of keys played softly on the piano. Sylus knows the story that inspired the peaks and valleys of this piece - the undying devotion of some underworld god to his spring bride, the names long forgotten but the sentiments still clinging to the notes. For you, I will wait. For you, I will suffer time and space. 
His eyes find your form across the gala floor. You, so warmly illuminated by the overhead chandeliers, cherry wine in hand and the pomegranate stain of your lips. Would you also eat the seeds — if offered? Would you stay — if asked? Your eyes flicked to his, offering a near imperceptible nod in his direction. For you, he would ask again and again.
The low lament of the cello hums through the room as your eyes leave his, searching the faces of each passerby as you swirl the untouched wine. Reasonably, Sylus knows that once you’ve completed your mission, you’ll be gone again. And he will wait again, until he is needed, until you are ready. The constant refrain his own frustrating internal melody - wait, wait, wait — again, again, again. He did not have the patience of some ancient god, and the yearning notes of the song left a sour taste in his mouth. 
As the music swells, melodic and mournful, Sylus finds himself pulled to you. He moves across the floor slowly, yet purposefully, eyes never leaving your face. 
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“Dance with me.” Sylus offers his open palm to you, an open invitation, the corner of his mouth lifting into a slight smirk. 
You swirl the wine again in your glass, watching as the dark red liquid briefly coats the glass before settling. “Do you always ask people to dance to tragic love songs?” you mused, placing the glass on the bar. It’s easy, like this, pretending to be two strangers drawn together by the fervor of the strings. The hunger of their pitch echoing the feeling in your chest. 
“There’s a - sincerity to tragedy that makes it more memorable.” And for a moment, he seems far away, some distant memory clinging to the edge of his vision before he’s raising an eyebrow at you again.
“People will think you’re some sort of brooding crow.” You tease and gently take his hand, letting him guide you to the near empty floor.
“Do you think I care what people think, sweetheart?” Sylus smirks again, lightly holding your hand in one and splaying his other across your lower back. He pulls you in closer, chests nearly touching as he leans in closely. “I’m more interested in what your eyes see.” His warm breath sends a jolt of electricity down your spine. 
Logically, you think he means finding your target. Your vantage point from the center of the room certainly allows you to see more faces than you could from your singular place at the bar. And yet - the gentle way he holds your hand, the warm touch on your lower back, the softness in his eyes as he searches yours - you consider the outcomes of being bold, of being honest. 
Your hand flattens against the base of his neck, a thrum of energy flowing between the closeness of your bodies - your eyes fixed solely on his. “I’m not sure I’ve seen enough to make an informed decision.” The air stills around you, time seemingly frozen in this moment as the energy between you intensifies, the magnification of something bigger than both of you. “I’ll keep looking though.” 
The far away look returns to his eyes, his brow furrowing slightly - unexpressed sentiments hanging in the air. The instruments die down, the lack of sound somehow deafening in your ears, and Sylus slowly releases your waist - breaking the chord that hummed so loudly between you. 
Before you can step away, he captures your hand in both of his. Delicately, he lifts your palm to his lips and presses a light kiss in the center, holding your gaze before fully releasing you. Your palm tingles with warmth as you squeeze your hand shut, tucking it at your side. “Careful - don’t look too far or you may lose sight of what you're searching for.” His words feel ambiguous, leaving you sifting through context and emotion, the two swirling together as he steps closer. “On your right,” he murmurs before casually walking towards the exit. 
This is why pretending is easier, why leaving is easier - even when you knew you would come back. Staying meant confronting whatever ambiguity grasped onto each look or word between you and Sylus. Leaving granted space, a moment to breathe. Exhaling, you locked onto the man on your right, surrounded by others clinging onto whatever syrupy words he spun. Leaving meant gaining some control of this situation.
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Sylus did not have the patience of long forgotten gods, but he did have their petulance. Standing at the end of the long hallway, shrouded in the shadow of a pillar - surely this is the type of brooding expected of a deity. 
Twice you managed to catch him in a moment. Twice, a fleeting sense of clarity that was quickly broken once he realized his surroundings and the scenario you both were in. You had truly looked at him this time, as if you could see each miniscule crack that deepened each moment spent together then apart. He felt a seismic shift beneath layers of protection he had spent so many years building up. The notes of the cello reverberated through Sylus’s mind, blending with his internal symphony - wait, wait, wait, for you. He had no clear path forward to you, no seeds to offer you - only the notes of song urging patience.
Footsteps interrupted his ruminations, the sound resonating down the hall moving closer to him. He doesn’t need to look up to know it’s you, the familiar determination underneath the light sound - letting you come to him. “Caught what you needed, kitten?” The teasing nickname falls easily from his lips, but he’s searching your face again - looking for something, anything to flicker across your face. Your determined mask remains in place and you’re barely slowing down as you pass him — leaving again.
“His notes were…off-key,” you state plainly, stepping out into the cool night air. Sylus huffs a laugh in response, bad intel. “But not a total loss, he had some interesting friends. Guess I’ll have to look closer.” There’s a subtle curtness to your voice, dismissive even, as you navigate the city street - Sylus still trailing behind.
“Be patient,” he almost bites out, the irony not lost on him. “True motives always reveal themselves, in the end.” 
You stopped abruptly in front of him, turning to face him with a boldness he’d grown fond of. “And if I’m not patient?” Your words are clear, daring to hold his gaze. “What if I’m impulsive?”
“The power is in your hands then - you have to decide how you want to proceed.” Another dance, another song — laced with hidden meanings. Your eyes soften slightly - were you playing the same tune? Did you understand the notes played under his words? Sylus extends his hand to you again, palm open and still. “For now, let’s get you home.”
You smile lightly, the corners of your lips slightly turned up. “It’s early for you - isn’t it?” You take his hand, gently lacing your fingers with his. “Why don’t you take me on the scenic route?” 
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gentlebeard · 10 months ago
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If I could hold you for a minute, Darling, I’d go through it again
For @edsbacktattoo & @stedesearring 💕 Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Francesca by Hozier YouTube
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literallyjusttoa · 7 months ago
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For two people that broke up almost 2000 years ago, they sure do have the vibe of that insanely toxic couple on your college campus that you keep getting second-hand embarrassment from as you pass by. Idk what the modern equivalent of drowning your ex in a bathtub would be tho.
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trevlad-sounds · 6 months ago
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Invisible Waves 30.
28.07.2024
Intro 00:00 Kenny Ueda–Office 00:48 Edward Hopper – Office in a Small City Roland Juno-6 Casio SK-1 Chapter 1 03:52 Giants of Discovery–Heather Island On The Marsh (lying-holmr) 09:41 RINGS MARBLES ARBHAR Valhalla FX Soma Terra Moolakii Club Audio Interface events Hymns for Robots Point Surrender–echoes 12:41 Original Point Surrender “echoes” Youtube Sequential Morpho x4 Behringer Neutron Electron Digitakt Steinberg Cubase DAW Cyclical Magazine Chapter 2 16:50 Time Rival–Creased 19:44 Inaction album Star Mother EP Robert F. Young TC Parmelee Time Rival IG Kiasmos, Ólafur Arnalds, Janus Rasmussen–Grown 22:35 Kiasmos (first album) Chapter 3 28:00 Go Outside–on a sunny day 33:40 Go Outside IG Koen Holtkamp–Atmos Four 36:58 Chapter 4 38:25 Francesca Heart, Polonius–Flux Faux 43:06
Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2sMhr55qqEKeeokQ0nTwbv?si=83332119f26b4e01
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britney-rosberg06 · 10 months ago
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to sum up my weekend:
logan loses his car
everyone puts too much pressure on alex to perform cause he’s gonna be using logan’s car
at the race his precious baby angel/terror upon his household (affectionate) penelope is at, Max’s breaks explode and he’s out of the race
mclaren swaps positions putting lando ahead but doesn’t swap them back the entire race costing a podium for oscar at home
mark webber is giving out the trophies
so oscar doesn’t get to be on stage with mark getting a trophy at home
charles is forced to follow team orders again
pierre and esteban are still driving alpines
george crashes so supremely on the last lap he begs for a red flag. he’s in the middle of the road and the most they give is. safety car
but hey, at least there’s yoints going into Suzuka and Kika looked like a goddess!!
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deuces-sunglasses · 5 months ago
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WAIT when francesca comes out to her family and then benedict privately tells her that he’s queer as well 🥺
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nutelloona · 2 months ago
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Idk what they're feeding the Arcane fan editors out there but oh my god. Oh mY GOD. This is an edit made by @mimi446 on tiktok and I've been sobbing over it for HOURS
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trashwithvariety · 16 days ago
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I love my middle aged goth queen
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midnight-els · 7 months ago
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BRIDGERTON (2020-) | 3x06 "Romancing Mr Bridgerton" 🌷🤵🏿🪴
+ the Very Fine wainscoting:
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youwillfindilluminating · 7 months ago
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if everyone is bummed about the zillion-year wait for francesca's season, you should go watch Imagine Me & You, which is a lesbian rom com where lena headey falls in love with piper perabo on her wedding day (to a straight man)
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