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[dustedmagazine]

Insomnia Brass Band — Road Works (Tiger Moon)

Photo by Frank Schindelbeck

Road Works by Insomnia Brass Band

The Insomnia Brass Band wasted no time getting back out there once pandemic restrictions lifted. The trio took their rollicking, rhythm-driven, jazz-funk minimalist marching band out on the road, starting in the spring of 2021, notching 29 shows in that year and another 19 in 2022. This latest album, Road Works, feeds the energy from that jubilant return to public performance into a baker’s dozen of new tunes.

The threesome—that’s Anke Lucks on trombone, Almut Schlichting on baritone saxophone and Christian Marien on drums—sounds, as ever, much bigger than it is, perhaps because of how deftly band members fill the spaces between one another’s notes. There are always three different, but more or less congruent, musical ideas going on in these songs, a sort of hacky-sack of interconnected inquiry, in which each musician must be prepared to keep the tune in the air, regardless of the angle it flies in from. 

A year ago, I said of Late Night Kitchen, “Insomnia Brass Band sounds like a cubist painting of an oompah band, noses jutting off in every direction, cerebral and off-beat, yet somehow capturing an eccentric, unexpected groove.” That is still very much the overall vibe in cuts like “Dreaming of East London” and “Frog Rock,” which lurch and roll with boxy abandon, all three members contributing to staccato rhythms at times, all three of them (Marien included, he gets a long solo in “Golden Wedding”) haring off into wild digressions at others. The proportion of rigor and experiment swings wildly. 

While this combination of jazz chops and nearly punk energy may define Insomnia Brass Band, the group is not afraid to color outside the lines. A few pensive, introspective, loosely rhythmed tracks highlight the musicians’ willingness to consider timbre, tone and mood, as well as swaggering beats.  In free-flowing “So Dicht Bei Mir” (which translates as “So Close to Me”), the trombone and sax unspool languid flourishes of melody — not the same melody but complementary ones — while the drummer creates small, subtle sounds with cymbals. There are long, blown-out blats of reed and brass, extended to contemplate all manner of gritty, fluttery variation.  

“Super Constellation” near its end does the best job of integrating all the things that IBB has gotten up to this record. At first, the sax keeps a syncopated, celebratory time, while drum and trombone head out into the improvisatory heights. Then the beat dissolves, and Lucks and Schlichting trade low-toned, breath-frayed meditations, while Marien ranges all over the kit. And finally, all three of them converge like a high-kicking chorus line around the rhythm, as if none of that inchoate mid-track meander had ever happened at all. 

And in a way, maybe that’s what they learned from two years on the road: that forward progress is mandatory, but not all the time. All travel should include unplanned side excursions which seem like a distraction when you take them, but turn out to be an integral part of the trip. 

Jennifer Kelly

[diyeipetea]

"SykeSykeSyke" [Insomnia Brass Band Road Works (Tiger Moon Records, 2022)] Por Pachi Tapiz. JazzX5 #551 [Minipodcast de jazz]

“SykeSykeSyke” [Insomnia Brass Band Road Works (Tiger Moon Records, 2022)] Por Pachi Tapiz. JazzX5 #551 [Minipodcast de jazz]

“SykeSykeSyke” Insomnia Brass Band Road Works (Tiger Moon Records, 2022) Anke Lucks, Almut Schlichting, Christian Marien Tomajazz: © Pachi Tapiz, 2022 ¿Sabías qué…? Insomnia Brass Band es un trío de trombón, saxo barítono y batería. Road Works es su segunda grabación en el sello Tiger Moon Records: su primera grabación se tituló Late Night Kitchen. Todos los temas de la grabación, trece…

[burlveneer-music]

My WVUD playlist and stream, 9/16/2024

MEUTE - Come Together Jazzrausch Bigband - Reflection Moon Hooch - Moonrise Smag På Dig Selv - TOTAL FULL POWER EXTREME NUCLEAR CONFUSION 2000 Ola Onabule & Hackney Colliery Band - Hacked Soul Hypnotic Brass Ensemble - Greenhouse Too Many Zooz - Zuma New Regency Orchestra - Mango Walk Riot Jazz Brass Band - Wisecracker Deep Schrott - Can't Get You Out of My Head Tiptons Sax Quartet & Drums - Beppo's to Ballard World Saxophone Quartet and African Drums - The Holy Men Delta Saxophone Quartet - The Great Deceiver The Gil Evans Orchestra - Voodoo Chile Peter Herbolzheimer Rhythm Combination & Brass - Mr. Clean Fred Wesley & The Horny Horns - When In Doubt: Vamp Don Ellis - Superstar Omniversal Earkestra - Chie The Heavyweights Brass Band - YYZ Dakhla Brass - Dragon No Guard West Philadelphia Orchestra - Cocek It Out Le Rex - Wild Man Insomnia Brass Band - African Bird Song The Brass Funkeys - Dirty Harry Nation Beat - Feira De Mangaio Banda Metalurgia - Multinacional

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[ulrichgebert]

Im Konzert gewesen. Lustiger, aber sehr ausgefeilter Jazz zum Füßewippen und nachts in der Küche tanzen mit der für eine Blaskapelle vergleichsweise minimalistisch besetzten Insomnia Brass Band.

[ladyofpurple]

yesterday i didn’t fall asleep until 6:30 am and was woken up twice for being lazy (at 10 and 2:30). then i lasted until 8 pm and dozed off and on until i was woken up at 9 pm. then i couldn’t sleep again until midnight, at which point i was woken up again at 1:15 am and have been up ever since. anyway my point is that this is ridiculous and i have several complaints to register.

[ytwokid]

SCENE ALPHABET / WORDS TO HELP FIND YOUR SCENE NAME.

DISCLAIMER: some of these words reference drug use and violence. browse at your own risk.

GENERAL GUIDELINES: alter word endings as needed to better fit the flow of your name. for example, dying or died instead of die.

alliteration is fun and recommended but NOT a requirement. you can be Sarah Acetone or Andy Massacre or whatever you want.

list updated from time to time. there may be obvious ones I've missed. I encourage you to Google more words if u are not satisfied by these!!!!! suggestions for more words can be left in my ask box @ytwokid or on TikTok.

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A

Abbatoir Abysmal Abyss Acetone Acid Acrid Agony Alabaster Alley Alleycat Angeldust Ants Arms-race Arsenal Arsenic Arson Attack Avalanche Avarice Awful Axe/Axe-wound

B

Barricade Bash Bastard Bat/Batty Bent Bitch Blame Blast Bleak Blood/Bloody Blunt Bone Brass Knuckles Break/Breakup/Break-in/Breakout Broke Broken Burn Burnt

C

Cackle Cadaver Cake Camo/Camouflage Candy Carnal Carnival Carnivore Carrion Cesspool Chaos Chimmichonga Crow Crowbar Crown Cocaine Corpse Corrode Cleaver Crack Crash Cupcake Cut Curbstomp

D

Dark/Darkness Damned Dead Death Decadent/Decadence Decimate Decompose Degenerate Degrade Denial Diamond Die Dice Dingy Dirt Dismal Dominate Drag Drip Drown Drop Dust

E

Earache Earwig Echo Eclectic Edifice Edge/Edgy Egg Electric Empire End/Endtimes Epidemic Essence Escape Error Exorcist/Exorcism

F

Facet Faint Fail/Failure Famicide Famine Fate Fly Forlorn Freak Fun

G

Garage/Garage-band Garbage Gash Glass Goob/Goober Gone Goner Gore Graffiti Gravy Gravel Grenade Guillotine Guilt/Guilty Gunk Guns Guro Gutter Guts

H

Hack Haggard Harm Harrow Hate Hatred Havoc Heist Hellcat Heroin Hex Homicide Horror Horrorshow

I

Ick/Icky Ignite Ignorant Illegal Incandescent Incoherent Indomitable Inescapable Inhumane Injure Insane Insect Insomnia Insomniac Intolerable Internet

J

Jacked Jail Jam Jagged Jagger Jaunt Juke Junkie

K

Kandi Karma Kill/Killer Krazy

L

Lachrymose Lame Lament Lead Leer Liar Lie Lock/Locked-up Long-gone Loopy

M

Mace Maggot Maim Malice Marijuana Marrow Massacre Mask Masquerade Medicine Meth/Methhead Monster Mottled Mud Mumble Murder Mute Mutter

N

Naked Narwhal Nether Neuter Nude Nuke Nutter Knife/Knifefight

O

Oil Offal Offensive Oligarchy Ostentatious Ostrich Onamontopeia

P

Pandemic Pandemonium Panic Paralyze Pear Pest Pill/Pills/Pillhead Piss Poison Pollute/Pollution Pray/Prayer Predator Prey Pry Puke Punch Punt Pyro Python

Q

Quack Quaint Quest Quick Quil

R

Racket Rage/Rager Ragged Rainbow Rancid Rando/Random Rare Rat/Ratty/Rats Ravage Rave/Raver Raven Revenge Roadhouse Roadkill Rock Rot/Rotten Rough/Roughhouse Riot Ruin

S

Sacrifice Sad/Sadness Saga Sage Sardine Saturation Scar Scare/Scary Scream Sellout Serrate/Serration Shade Sham Shame Shazam Shit/Shitty Sick/Sicko Sigh Skin Slap Slaughter Smuggle Snuggle Star Struggle Stun/Stungun Suffer

T

Taco Tackle Tattle Tame Taunt Tear Tease Tenacious Tender Tentacle Terror/Terrified Toilet Torn Toxic Tiger Tired Tragic/Tragedy Treachery/Treacherous Traitor Trap

U

Undone Unhinged Updog Uppercut Unsung Unacceptable Uvula

V

Vacuous Vacant/Vacancy Vagabond Vain/Vanity Valiant/Valiance Valuable Vampire Vandal/Vandalism Vapid Vapor Vein Venom Vibe Violent/Violence Viper Void Volume Vomit Voracious Vulture

W

Warning Web Weird/Weirdo Whack Whatever Whisper Wired Wisp Worm Wreck Wring

X

Xylophone

Y

Yack Yellow

Z

Zany Zap Zest Zigzag Zoo Zydrate

[tiredandtoothless]

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 5 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

Thanks for the tag @wildlingoftarth​ !

Name/nickname: i go by lark when i’m doing fandom things 🐠

Gender: i’m a woman but i’ve got a lil bit of a momma’s boy vibe

Star sign: pisces (my big three are pisces/cancer/cancer—yes, i know 💀)

Height: 5′2″ (sometimes 5′3″ if i really try)

Birthday: march 4

Time: three in the afternoon

Favorite bands: parquet courts, war, cymande, talking heads, X, TLC, los pasteles verdes, molchat doma—honestly i could do this all day so let’s just stop there lmao. i’m especially obsessed with parquet courts & have been for the last few years.

Favorite solo artists: oh god... ok: selena, donna summer, angel olsen, sza, mitski, juan gabriel, grazia, rico nasty, ty segall, marvin gaye, chilo escobedo, BRANDY (my first celeb crush), janet jackson, lennie tristano, gal costa, nao, julieta venegas, and barbara mason are the people i usually listen to at least once a week. questions like these are hard for me tbh!!

Song stuck in my head: kubes by machinegum

Last movie: the holy mountain by alejandro jodorowsky, aka Blasphemy: the Movie. (it was SO good honestly i feel like i could talk about this movie for hours—definitely disturbing at points tho, so if you want to watch, i’d suggest googling a summary first)

Last show: los espookys!!! one of the most perfect seasons of television ever made.

When did I create this blog: only a few months ago! i had been writing fic for myself for a while and was starting to think about posting it, so i made this tumblr. but before that, i was on here constantly 2009ish—2014ish.

What do I post: bro why would u ask me this. how am i supposed to know.

Last thing googled: tartan wool coats. i need a new one bc it’s my trademark (lmao i’m an asshole) and i singed my last one on nochebuena 😬

Other blogs: just this one!

Do I get asks: not really! unless i do one of those ask games. but i love getting random bullshit in my inbox so feel free to ask away

Why I chose my url: it’s part of my favorite line from my favorite parquet courts song (n. dakota): post-nordic grinning/tired and toothless. idk why i love that line so much? it just really speaks to me.

Following: 152

Followers: 130—we love round numbers in this house

Average hours of sleep: we do not speak of this... 🙃 (i go through bouts of insomnia and am a notorious accidental-nap taker)

Lucky number: 4. sidenote: idk ANYTHING about math but i could def write a book about my opinions re: numbers because i am sick in the head (certified)

Instruments: i haven’t touched an instrument in like four years, but i used to play most brass instruments (trumpet was the first instrument i ever picked up and i miss it!), a little bit of piano, and the drums. i tried to learn bass once, but it was difficult so i gave up almost immediately.

What am I wearing: a big-ass flannel button-up and my favorite yellow socks

Dream job: producing tv or working as a curator at a museum (fun fact: i am maybe going to museum school next year)

Dream trip: i am DYING to go to oaxaca or accra in 2022

Favorite food: menudo

Nationality: american (derogatory)

Favorite song: oh honey by delegation. holy shit this song is SO GOOD. sounds like stars falling and honey flowing & feels like falling in love at a bbq in the middle of summer. no joke.

Last book read: lord of light by roger zelazny. it was really good, but i have mixed feelings about it.

Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: 1) spirited away 2) sailor moon hellooooooo?! 3) octavia butler’s xenogenesis trilogy—is that darksided of me?! idk. it might be. but it seems like it’d be interesting.

Tagging @kulliare @virareve @forbiddenfantasies1 @aliveanddrunkonsunlight @it-may-be-dull-but-im-determined & whoever else wants to do this!

(sorry if i’m tagging anyone who’s already done this whoops)

xoxo

[amarabliss]

Oaths and Hearts - Ignis Scentia/Reader

So this is a crossover between FFXV and Dragon Inquisition. 

You fell through a rift into the fade fighting the demons you swore to protect your world from. When you popped out you were no longer in the lands of Ferelden instead trapped in Insomnia. The gracious king allowed you to say recognizing power when he saw it. One thing led to another and now you were part of the procession of the prince to his wedding years later. Before the final battle, after years of fighting, losses, and love...your friend...your king...Noctis has asked you to change it all...

You stared down at the streets of Altissia…No one was even aware of what was about to happen. Just you…sent far, far from home and loved ones, all in the name of keeping the light alive.

You, of course, had additional objectives. You sighed shutting your eyes reflecting back to the moments before the boys took off for Insomnia to reclaim it.

“Y/N…” You looked over to Noctis already dressed in his royal uniform, “can I have a moment of your time?”

“Of course, your majesty.” You smirked a little as he guided away from the camper toward the converted restaurant, “You’ve aged well, by the way.”

He let out a soft chuckle watching to you take a seat on a crate, “I can say the same for you…your daughter is beautiful.”

“She is.” You smiled looking over toward the camper. You let out a chuckle as Prompto chased Ellie around before she ran to her father climbing into his lap laughing as he summoned his dagger, pointing at it Prompto, who quickly surrendered, “She’s going be so impressed when she can see the world in light. She most excited about the flowers. Ignis always tells her about the gardens of the palace.”

“What if she could be born into that light you both tell her about?” Your eyes shifted to Noctis’ face. His eyes held a great sadness and an edge, “Would you be willing to do something to make that happen?”

“Noctis…” Your eyes narrowed on him, “What are you…”

“I learned a lot…waiting inside the crystal. I learned that you fell from a different world entirely and you always held back the entire time you were with us, until Ardyn took you.” He frowned looking down to the ring on his hand, “You did that to help me…I saw that too…”

You wrapped your arms around yourself staring at him, “You knew some of that already. You don’t forget someone dropping into the royal courtyard through a rift…”

“No you don’t…or how you protected my father day…” He smiled a little before wiping it away, “I…will cut right to it. I know you can save Luna. You have the gift of kings, but you’re not tied to me or anything here.”

“What…” You stood up staring at him confused.

“If you save her…if you push Ardyn away and through a rift…cast a shield over Altissia…”

“Noctis…” You began shaking your head as you turned form him, “What you’re suggesting…”

“Will give me more time with the woman I love.” He interrupted you raising an arm pointing it toward the camper, “Will let Ignis see his daughter’s face when she’s born in the sunlight…and save countless more by giving me the proper time to get our gods blessings and the weapons of the kings.”

“You want me to change what already has happened…” You turned facing him, “Noctis…it can’t be done.”

“It can.” He stepped close to you, “It can be done, but at a great price…”

“Y/N?” Your eyes snapped open seeing the warm streets of Altissia again. You looked over to who was calling you and smiled seeing Ignis approaching you, “There you are, is everything alright? You’re not having another headache, are you?”

“Everything is fine.” You stared up into his eyes, “No headaches.”

“Good. You had me worried there for a moment.” His eyes were bright with concern as he looked you over, “Sharp pains in the skull with a bloody nose generally do not bode well. I appreciate you allowing a doctor to examine you when we arrived at Caem.”

“It was a good idea. Can’t be too cautious.” You smiled at him wishing to run your fingers through his hair, but you weren’t that familiar yet, “I appreciate you caring enough to get me looked at.”

“Well…it was the next logical step.” He pulled his glasses off looking at them before he wiped them down.

“Where are the children?” You asked as you both started down the stairs, “Not causing too much trouble are they?”

He let out a small laugh, “Well they’re not fighting anything or infiltrating any bases at the moment, so good.”

“Good…” You repeated brushing your hair behind your ears, it was so much shorter than you were use to, “It will be nice to relax for a moment. I’m happy we made it here ahead of schedule, despite the fact that Lady Lunafreya is still alluding us.”

“But she is safe, which has put Noct at ease.”  Ignis nodded absently, “I hope he enjoys the reprieve, even if it’s only for a moment.”

“Us too.” You glanced at him seeing him pull at his collar a little, “Ignis, is something wrong?”

“Wrong? No…” He said took quickly, “no nothing is the matter.”

“Are you certain?” You moved in front of him walking backwards gaining his full attention, “Because if there’s something on your mind?”

He stared at you for a moment as if considering everything in front of him before he spoke, “It’s nothing that can’t wait.”

“Alright…” You turned away from him heading for the gondola.

“Hey Y/N!” You stopped abruptly when you heard Noct’s voice. He looked so young and less burdened, “Do you have a minute? I could use your help with something.”

“My help?” The last time he’d asked you for helped in this time, it involved pranking Prompto.

“Don’t freak out, it’s not like last time.” He smirked a little putting his hands on his hips, I want to get a gift for Luna, and I thought maybe you could give me some advice.”

“Why?” You tilted your head a little, “I’ve never met her.”

“No…but you both are alike.” He smiled a little.

“Well…knowing who you’re speaking about, I take that as the highest form of compliment.” You smiled at him, “I’d be happy to help you.”

“Ignis, you mind tagging along too? You tend to have a practical outlook on these things.” Noct looked at  him as you began to walk off with him.

“I suppose, it wouldn’t hurt making sure you don’t spend all of our supply money.” Ignis followed behind the pair down the street.

This was different. You knew there would be some changes. You had persuaded…manipulated…the group to arriving to Altissia early. Knowing the needed upgrades for the royal yacht helped immensely.

“So what are you thinking?” You asked as they stepped into a jewelry shop.

“I don’t know…” Noct shrugged a little as he leaned over a case of rings, “I mean she has a ring for me…that belongs to our family…so I thought maybe I should get her one for the wedding.”

You looked at Noct curiously, “Is…that what you do for marriages? Exchange jewelry?”

“Yeah, usually rings. You don’t do that where you’re from?” The prince asked as Ignis moved around you to inspect what the prince was looking at.

“No, no not really.” You watched the Noct raised his eyebrows interested, “Well that’s not true…rings were a royal thing…More commonly was a knot or braid turned into a bracelet…or necklace. Usually made to whatever the wearer preferred.”

“Huh…interesting, is there a reason why you do that? And do you have a preference?” Noct rattled off.

“Noct!” You looked over to Ignis whose ears were red, “That’s a bit intrusive.”

“It’s alright.” You smiled at him before looking down at the glittering jewels, “I prefer bracelets. I was a leader of a rebel force; necklaces could be used against me in a bad way. A bracelet can be seen, and most people don’t try to strangle you with them.”

“Doesn’t a ring do the same thing?” Noct picked one up after the shop keeper pulled out a row.

“Yes…it’s also easily lost…and not very comfortable when wielding a staff. If I were to get a ring it wouldn’t be anything like this.” You plucked the glittery piece out of his fingers, “It would have only been a simple band of brass or silver. Jewels were a luxury item.”

Noct smirked as you slipped it on your finger holding out your hand, “But you do like it, don’t you?”

You smirked glancing at him, but your eyes found Ignis who was carefully listening, “It’s hard to pass up shiny trinkets…If someone were to get me something like…”

Noct smiled as you pulled out a small gold band with a triset of diamonds as you went on, “…this…I could not refuse it.”

“It’s very pretty…but…Luna is more into silver.” Noct took the ring from you putting it back.

You rolled your eyes, “I guess we’re not as much a like as you said.”

“No, no…you are.” He smirked at you, “She’s not really into the glamour of everything…Just need to change the colour. Like this one.”

You giggled as he held up one similar to the one you chose, but in a white gold band. Your eyes trickled toward Ignis who’s eyes were on you, “Just like that one.”

One transaction later all three of you were walking out of the shop. Noct smiled at you, “Thank you, Y/N, I think she’ll like it.”

“Once you get her favorite flowers, I think you’re right.” You smiled back at him, “I’m happy to serve my king.”

He stopped in the street looking at you, “Y-you mean that?”

You stared at him a moment before standing up straight putting arm across your chest like you’d seen the three Crowns Guard do many times, “I may not be a true citizen of this world…your country…or your city, but I would proudly call you my king.”

Noct glanced over to Ignis when you bowed. He swallowed before putting a hand on your shoulder getting you to stand again, “Thank you, Y/N…I would be honored to have you be a part of my guard.”

“NOCT!” The small moment was broken up as Prompto came running over, “You have to come check this out! It’s so cool!”

“I’ll babysit, don’t worry.” Gladio patted Ignis on the back.

“You sure?” Ignis raised his eyebrows with concern.

“Yeah…score us a place to sleep. Meet up at Magho’s for dinner?” Gladio pointed at you and Ignis.

“I suppose…” Ignis wasn’t given the opportunity to finish answering, “Well then…”

You watched him adjust his coat for a moment before turning away longing to take his hand in yours, “I think I saw a hotel back where we started…if we take the gondola we can probably get there faster than walking.”

“It seems that way.” Ignis stepped close to you as a group of people passed by pushing him closer, “Sorry…”

You looked up at him when he leaned in placing his arm above your head, “I don’t mind…”

His eyes twinkled looking down into yours, “Perhaps we could tour the city for a while first, if you’re up to it?”

You swallowed looking at him, “Ignis…”

This was so hard. A week ago, you could grab hold of him kiss him until he was breathless before he warned you to calm down. A week ago, he’d hold you so tightly that you were sure no force could separate you. A week ago…

“No.”

“Ignis…” You watched as he stood up from his chair faster than he should have. You knew he was going to get lost, “I know that this is…”

“Insanity!” He shook his head getting my frustrated by the second, “No…worse…you get sent away and nothing changes. Noctis will still have to sacrifice himself and I will have lost you…the mother of my daughter…of my future child…”

You stepped up to him taking his hand pressing it against your stomach, “This will be again…Ellie will be again…In the sun, Ignis…”

“You can’t be certain.” He whispered letting his other hand slink up to your face, “You can’t know…”

“…you don’t know if you’ll come back either…” He scowled attempting to move away from you, but in his frustration, he ran into the couch. You frowned as he let out a yell, “Ignis…stop…”

“I will not risk losing you!”  He shouted not turning around for fear of looking foolish and not facing you, “I can’t…”

You stepped up behind him wrapping your arms around his chest, “And I don’t want to lose you either…when this works…”

“If…”

“When this works…” You continued resting your head against his back, “…I’ll be doing more then just helping Luna and Noctis…”

“I’ve made my peace, Y/N…” He sighed putting his hand over yours, “I’ve said that…”

“I know, but…I know how hard it’s been…how it is still.” You took a deep breath before leaning up on your toes kissing his neck, “I just want you to be happy.”

“I am.” He frowned finally turning around sitting on the back of the couch. His hands found your face, “I am so, so very happy.”

“But you won’t stay…” Your lip trembled when he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I have sworn an oath to my king.” He told you firmly.

You nudged his nose with yours, “So have I.”

“Y/N?” You focused on his lips as he spoke your name again. His hands came to rest on yours which were gripping onto his jacket, “What’s wrong?”

“Kiss me…” You whispered. You watched his eyes get wide as you stepped closer to him. The deliciousness of seeing him like this was almost too much...but it was out there for him to respond to. Now you just waited.

[ourimpavidheroine]

I just noticed the ask thing. How about Wei and Sitiak SFW 11 and 13 and NSFW 9 and 11. And if you have time/are putting something off then what about Meili and Tupilek (or all the Wuko kid couples if you REALLY have time haha) SFW 2, 12, 13 and NSFW 1, 2, and 4.

I like how you KNOW I have time/am putting something off.

This got super long so it is under a cut!

Wei and Sitiak

Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

Wei is more of a shower kind of guy. He doesn’t really enjoy lounging for lounging’s sake - he likes to think (think being the keyword here) that he’s getting shit done and baths aren’t really getting shit done, are they? Sitiak, on the other hand, will happily lounge in the tub for hours. They will shower together, sure, although usually Wei is ready to get out long before Sitiak is. Bubbles are not really Sitiak’s thing and in any case, Wei is not going to have a bubble fight with a waterbender because Wei does not like to lose at anything, and that’s just asking to get your ass beat.

Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

Wei is a fairly nocturnal guy and always has been - it wasn’t just a party thing. Sitiak is one of those people that needs his eight hours a night (at the minimum) and if he’s on call this can get interrupted and he can get pretty damn grumpy over it. Wei has been known to kick his grumpy ass into bed because who wants to deal with a 6′6″ grumpy waterbender? (Nobody, that’s who.)

Quickest turn ons? Immediate turn offs?

Wei loves to play with Sitiak’s hair and Sitiak loves to have his hair played with. It works for both of them. In terms of turn offs, Sitiak is not competitive by nature, not like Wei is, and while competing gets Wei’s motor running, it is a turn off for Sitiak. So it works for them if Wei wins a pro-bending game, for example, but not at all if Wei is bored and getting belligerent and trying to compete with Sitiak, who will shut that shit down.

Favourite romantic gestures during sex/orgasm?

Sitiak will hold eye contact with Wei when he orgasms and smiles every time, regardless of what they’ve been doing up until then and Wei looks for it every time they have sex. Wei likes to tuck his head into the crook of Sitiak’s neck; when that happens, Sitiak knows it means Wei is letting go and trusting him and it never gets old for him. Never.

Meili and Tupilek

Who’s the messiest? The cleanest?

Both of them are very tidy people, although Meili loathes actual cleaning with the fire of a thousand suns. Tupilek actually likes cleaning. He finds a lot of satisfaction in sorting out messes and cleaning them up on all levels.

Can they stand silence? Who talks the most? Who talks the least?

Both of them are okay with silence, although not the hostile kind. Tupilek is more of a chatter than Meili is; he’s an extrovert to her introvert and enjoys outside contact. (He’s one of those people who seems to know and greet everyone by name - the fishmonger, the delivery kids, the neighbors, the groundskeepers at the park, all the folks at the local pub or at the marina, etc. He will quite literally talk to anybody.) Meili, by the time she leaves the clinic every day, is completely tapped out and needs to go home to silence and reboot. Tupilek lets her; he doesn’t rely on her for social contact.

Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

Meili has always suffered from insomnia, ever since she was a small girl. Tupilek, on the other hand, is one of those people that pretty much falls asleep immediately and sleeps without any issues. (She hates him, just a little, for this.) Tupilek got a recipe for tea from Auntie LiLing that she always used to help Grandma Yin sleep and he usually makes her a cup every night.

How often do they have sex, if at all?

Pretty regularly. They have a healthy sex life, although when the children are small it does tend to get put on the back burner every once in awhile, like these things do.

Who brings ideas? Who initiates?

Tupilek, almost always. It isn’t because Meili is somehow reluctant. She just gets caught up in things and doesn’t stop to take care of herself or put herself first. 

Oddest place they’d have sex?

Eh, they are not particularly adventuresome that way. A few times messing around at the clinic after hours but for the most part they are both in the privacy of our own bedroom kind of people.

Naoki and Sozui

Who’s the messiest? The cleanest?

Doesn’t really apply. Neither one of them will ever live anywhere where there is not staff cleaning up after them. In any case, both of them are fairly neutral about this kind of thing - they aren’t particularly messy or clean.

Can they stand silence? Who talks the most? Who talks the least?

Both of them loathe silence. The Silent Treatment is absolutely a way they have of being nasty and rude to each other. They are pretty much even with each other in terms of who talks and who doesn’t, although neither one of them is a chatterer, that is for damn sure.

Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

Naoki is and has always been an incredibly sound sleeper. Her family always joked that you could have a brass band playing in her bedroom and she’d sleep right through it. She wakes up without an issue, however. Sozui usually needs some time to wind down at night and then wind back up in the morning, although he can, if necessary, forgo tea to get moving in the morning. Both of them are smart enough to know that they need to be well-rested in order to fulfill their duties at court and/or work and for the most part they make sure that happens.

How often do they have sex, if at all?

A LOT. They have a very active and healthy sex life. They never slow down with this. In fact, it is pretty obvious to anyone really looking that these two turn each other on on a regular basis.

Who brings ideas? Who initiates?

Both of them, pretty equally. And they aren’t shy about trying new things, either. In fact they love to spice things up.

Oddest place they’d have sex?

More like where wouldn’t they have sex, if we’re getting right down to it. The idea that someone might walk in on them adds to it for both of them. (It’s happened, and more than once.)

Zhi and Ping

Who’s the messiest? The cleanest?

Zhi is very organized and very tidy. He does not like a mess - it distracts him too much. Ping grew up as a nomad in a tent with practically no belongings and living in an actual house with Zhi where they have so many things is disconcerting for him and he doesn’t quite know how to handle it. He is never comfortable with maids doing the cleaning. He puts up with it because he understands that it is the way Zhi and his family live, but he never likes it.

Can they stand silence? Who talks the most? Who talks the least?

Oh, Zhi is the chatterer. He never shuts up. Ping is a very quiet man by nature but he quite genuinely loves to listen to Zhi talk, and will happily do so for hours on end. They suit each other very well.

Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

Zhi, if he is in the middle of something, is very reluctant to leave it and has to be persuaded/cajoled/bullied into bed. He’s a very light sleeper, easily woken, and so needs dark and quiet to sleep in. Otherwise, he’s an early to bed and early to rise kind of person. Ping, on the other hand, is used to sleeping during the hottest parts of the desert day, and it always takes him awhile to acclimate to city living. He doesn’t like it. People should nap during the day; all of this sleep all night stuff is just foolish, insofar as he is concerned.

How often do they have sex, if at all?

They have a healthy, regular sex life. Since they never have children, there’s nothing to really get in the way of that. Ping nopes right the fuck out of having sex under the same roof as Zhi’s parents, however. (Which is fairly funny, considering that as a desert nomad, he’s used to people politely ignoring what’s going on in the tent next door.) Once he and Zhi are set up in the flat above the garage and later in their own wing of Madame Zong’s old house then it’s fine. 

Who brings ideas? Who initiates?

At first it is only Ping; Zhi is far too shy and nervous about the whole thing. It still tends to be Ping a lot mostly out of habit, but when Zhi does initiate Ping is beyond delighted. Ping is the top and Zhi is the bottom and they do not vary this.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Oddest place they’d have sex?

Oh, they both enjoy outdoor sex. Watching Zhi climb is a huge turn on for Ping and uh...things happen. (Which is why eventually Ping takes over babysitting Zhi climbing from San, because after about the third time San interrupted them Amak took him aside and told him PING WILL TAKE CARE OF HIM, NOW LEAVE THEM BE.)

Sayuri and Zu

Who’s the messiest? The cleanest?

Oh my god.

Can they stand silence? Who talks the most? Who talks the least?

Neither one of them ever shuts up. Ever. They talk all over each other on a regular basis and never seem to mind, either. Add Wu to the mix in the morning and it’s beyond noise, really. (Sometimes Mako has to take his tea and escape because as much as he loves them, he just.can’t.take.it.) 

Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

Sayuri is one of those people who genuinely only need about 3-4 hours of sleep at most. She wakes up alert and rested and ready to tackle the day even if she’s only slept four hours. (Qi, who is the same way, let her do what she was going to do even when she was a child. Her son Radiant will be the same way, as will the Progeny granddaughter, Zetian.) Zu, on the other hand, needs his eight hours at minimum and is slow to wake up in the morning. He will sleep in whenever given the chance. Like his father-in-law, he needs his tea to really get moving. (However, he can still keep talking, even when half-asleep.)

How often do they have sex, if at all?

It really depends. They both enjoy sex and enjoy it with each other, but both of them can get deeply involved in their own projects and just sort of forget about it until the projects are completed. So there are times when it is happening every night (and possibly even more than once) and then times when there’s a three month or even longer hiatus. It’s always erratic, but not because of anything they are consciously doing.

Who brings ideas? Who initiates?

Oh, both of them are quite comfortable with this. Neither one of them has any particular hangups. They aren’t necessarily adventurous when it comes to sex but they’ll give pretty much anything a whirl for research’s sake, if nothing else.

Oddest place they’d have sex?

Eh, you know. They wouldn’t go out of their way to have sex in a weird place but if it happened then it happened. (They both have some impulse control issues.) However, the family knows to ALWAYS knock on the doors to Sayuri’s workroom and Zhi’s office because you never know and quite frankly you don’t WANT to know.

[mego42]

MORE MUSIC!!!! jesse winchester, craig david, iamx

If I don’t know them: Jesse Winchester

First song youtube Spotify took me to: Step By Step

First Impression: deeply into the intro for this song, loving the use of brass, the bass is *chef’s kiss* i am very much digging this bluesy vibe. it’s gonna be a yes from me dawg

Do I like it?: yes v much

Would I listen to more from them?: i would indeed

Rate (from what I heard): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

If I don’t know them: Craig David

First song youtube Spotify took me to: Heartline

First Impression: dancy pop with a xylophone? yes please

Do I like it?: pleasant and inoffensive. not necessarily something i think i’m going to imprint on, but i wouldn’t skip over it if it came up on the radio

Would I listen to more from them?: probs not tbh

Rate (from what I heard): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

If I don’t know them: IAMX (technically I know of them but only one song so)

First song youtube Spotify took me to: Insomnia

First Impression: i’m really into this piano, it’s haunting and ominous. this is very dramatic

Do I like it?: yes

Would I listen to more from them?: yes but in a specific mood, probs not for general listening

Rate (from what I heard): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

send me a band or artist and i’ll reply with know them or not

[dustedmagazine]

Listed: Insomnia Brass Band

Photo by Frank Schindelbeck

The Insomnia Brass Band — made up of trombonist Anke Lucks, baritone saxophonist Almut Schlichting and drummer Christian Marien — was founded in spring 2017 and spent the next several pre-pandemic years on the road at jazz clubs and festivals. Their recorded debut, Late Night Kitchen, out near the end of 2020, was raucous, irresistible and bursting from its seams; it is hard to believe that it required only three musicians. In her review, Jennifer Kelly wrote, “Insomnia Brass Band sounds like a cubist painting of an oompah band, noses jutting off in every direction, cerebral and off-beat, yet somehow capturing an eccentric, unexpected groove.” The band’s sax player, Almut Schlichting, contributed this listed.

Bloor (now Bloar) — “Bast” from Drolleries (Astral Spirits)

This record invariably calms me down, it is so wild and screaming and so clear and concise at the same time. Right now, it seems like a dream — One dark Berlin winter night in 2019, I rode my bike down the hill to a small place full of friends and musicians, listening to wonderful sets of improvised and composed music spun around Ken Vandermark’s New Marker band, and talking and drinking beer in between... and their drummer Phil Sudderberg recommended his Brooklyn friends, Sam Weinberg’s band Bloor (now Bloar). We hope these situations will soon be real again. Meanwhile, Dusted is not the worst digital place to spend a dark winter night in 2021.

Miles Okazaki — “Misterioso” from Work (Complete, Volumes 1-6)

Work (Complete, Volumes 1-6) by Miles Okazaki

To me, this is Monkish in a double sense of the word — Okazaki shines through Thelonious Monk’s work in a deep and thorough way; but he also seems to be a medieval Monk himself — severe, concentrated, meditative, playing the solo guitar, a clear sound, in transparent magnetic rhythmic layers, in the early morning abbey garden...

Elza Soares — “Luz Vermelha” from A mulher do fim do mundo

The Woman At The End Of The World (A Mulher Do Fim Do Mundo) by Elza Soares

Who else wants to sound like Elza Soares when they are old? No matter if singer or instrumentalist? Moreover, the band and arrangements are amazing, the detailed care with which the sound is built... I love listening to this on headphones while taking a midnight walk across empty streets.

Sons of Kemet — “In The Castle Of My Skin” from Lest We Forget What We Came Here To Do (Naim Jazz)

Lest We Forget What We Came Here To Do by Sons Of Kemet

Grooves in cycles and cycles in grooves, the music is sparse and focused and fascinating, driven by the tenor saxophone of Shabaka Hutchings, who in turn is carried through the song by the tuba and the two drummers. I listened to this album a lot before our Insomnia Brass Band studio session in January 2020. Like most of the tracks chosen here, it resonates with my growing wish to fall into an intense rhythmic trance, repetitions welcome, no matter if listening or playing myself...

Frank Rosaly’s ¡Todos de Pie! — “Cantares de la Sierra (Yaguaré)”

Frank Rosaly's ¡Todos de Pie! by Frank Rosaly's ¡Todos de Pie!

Discovered thanks to Rigobert Dittmann’s great little magazine Bad Alchemy — Drummer Frank Rosaly and vocalist Jaap Blonk go back and forth between abstract landscapes and the carnival with a fat band, combining underwater-like weirdness and a Puerto Rican All Star attitude!

Tom Waits — “Clap Hands” from Rain Dogs (Island Records)

Tom Waits and this record are very old friends of mine, fueling the addiction to tell bizarre stories in songs, each song carelessly-carefully arranged to become a dark few-minute-fairytale...

Charles Brackeen — Rhythm X (Strata East)

An old recording, a new discovery — my current online jazz history class is New-York-based trumpet player Thomas Heberer’s Facebook stream, where he is sharing his giant record collection little by little under the simple heading “from the ongoing series of recordings that I love.” Adding to my thousand projects for next week — listen to every record Ed Blackwell and Charlie Haden made together; finally find out more about Don Cherry; and get to know Charles Brackeen at all...

Konono No1 — “Kin 78 One” from Kinshasa 1978 (Crammed Discs)

Kinshasa 1978 by Konono N°1

Another track featuring masters of cycles and grooves, grooves and cycles, the music very vivid and animated through minimal but infinite variations – apparently one of the first recordings of “Congotronics,” presented by the wonderful label Crammed Discs.

Danyèl Waro — “Plantèr” from Gafourn (Piros)

Since the first Corona lockdown in March 2020, I have been doing improvised late night dance sessions in my kitchen— and the music of Danyèl Waro, Maloya from far away La Réunion, is among my favorite dance partners, as well as the London band Melt Yourself Down, and the old acquaintances Celia Cruz and the Beastie Boys...

Nils Wogram Root 70 — “Hot Summer Blues” from Listen To Your Woman (nWog Records)

Listen to Your Woman by Nils Wogram Root 70

A great band. A great band, has been for years, playing brilliantly and radiating warmth and companionship on this record... according to the liner notes, they had been on the road just before recording this album on a Berlin winter night in 2010, doing what we are all dreaming of right now — travelling and playing and travelling and playing and travelling and playing and really being together again!

[diyeipetea]

Jazz Para Ti: #JPT91 T05P08 Por Pachi Tapiz [Podcast de jazz]

Jazz Para Ti: #JPT91 T05P08 Por Pachi Tapiz [Podcast de jazz]

Jazz Para Ti 91 En la edición del 29 de noviembre de 2022 de Jazz Para Ti, el octavo programa de la temporada 2022-23, suena música de las siguientes grabaciones. Estrenamos en el programa… Insomnia Brass Band: Road Works Move: Move The Choco’s Hot Seven: Spanish Tinge Miles Davis: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 7. That’s What Happened Escuchamos nuevamente a… Melissa Stylianou: Dream Dancing Romain…

[burlveneer-music]

Insomnia Brass Band - Late Night Kitchen - bari sax, trombone, & drums

"Baritone saxophonist Almut Schlichting, trombonist Anke Lucks, and drummer Christian Marien are a miniature brass band, transcending its compact size to produce a raucous, ebullient sound one might expect from a much larger ensemble." (Peter Margasak) Playing material composed by Lucks and Schlichting the band has been touring with numerous concerts in jazz clubs and at festivals.

[atomicdeke]

Coral Fragments, Amethyst Calm, Moonstone Luster!

Coral Fragments: How well does your muse deal with stress? Do they do anything in particular to help them deal with it, and if so what do they do?

Jaaster’s natural tendency with stress is to turn it inward and sit with it, playing out all the things he’s doing wrong and how everything is bad because of something he did. Not long after he was old enough to bond with family hounds, he figured out that he didn’t have to be alone with his thoughts if he could just do things with other people, particularly when they were as close as he and the hounds were. More recently, between the meditative techniques he learned with the Fist and some very helpful talks he’s had with friends, he’s learned to deal with that stress in more productive ways.

Vander doesn’t stress much. He either controls the situation or he doesn’t, and either scenario is tolerable to him. His versions of blowing off steam certainly aren’t healthy, though. If he’s not partying until the sun comes up or brawling in some dive until he drops, he’s at home, drinking himself into a stupor.

Amethyst Calm: How do they usually sleep, in what position? Do they like plenty of pillows, blankets and/or plush toys?

The natural resting state of a Jaaster Taras is a dogpile, arms and legs akimbo with drool out the side of his mouth.

Vander, on the other hand, gets very little sleep. He was always a very light sleeper that could get away with less sack time than other folks, but ever since he left his home beneath the earth, he’s been plagued by night terrors and insomnia. He’s not opposed to a pile of pillows and blankets - decadence is fun - but his usual space is fairly utilitarian in that regard.

Moonstone Luster: Are there are any items they own that have sentimental value to them?

Jaaster certainly has a few items that mean a great deal to him. His lance is a project that he and his mother collaborated on, with a haft made of thick dark chestnut wood, and a hunk of adamantine that’s carved in the shape of a giant fang. He also wears a leather choker and matching bands on his arms, a habit he picked up from his survivalist father. The first set he began wearing were gifts from his father, but as old ones get worn out, he replaces them with pieces he’s made himself, and he adorns them in ways that remind him of his family or moments in his life that are significant. His most recent set is made from the hide of a mylodon, and they look like they’ve been scored by gigantic bite marks.

There is a veritable treasure trove of things in Vander’s possession that fit the bill. There’s an iron chain that he wears around his neck, free of rust but also has that aged look to it; when he’s not wearing something over it, you can see a bloody red gem dangling at the end of the chain. Among the various jewelry he wears, there are a few pieces that remain consistent, namely a ring, bracelet, choker, and earrings all crafted from a silvery material and inlaid with orange crystal that looks like there’s fire trapped inside when the light hits just right. Finally, kept in a small iron case, he keeps a pair of fine brass spectacles with darkened lenses, but no one’s ever seen him wear them.

Thanks for the ask, @sharlayanwanderer!

[dispatchvampire]

Jump, Jive, & Wail (Bucky x OC)

Pairing:  Bucky x OC (in progress)

Warnings: Death by fluff, casual swearing, smut in later chapters 

Series Summary: A bunch of interrelated  of fluffy ficlets about Bucky and Grace. For a woman who’s more spice than sugar, she’s awfully sweet on him. 

Chapter Summary: In which Bucky has the worst kept secret crush in the history of ever on the cute, new, tattooed teammate. Grace is shy but definitely interested, and just waiting on the right dance partner. 

Playlist: I made a playlist as I wrote this in case you’d like a soundtrack as you read. 

Ch1: Rock This Town

The gym late at night in the tower was his sanctuary. Bucky lived for the late nights when he could beat the bags to hell, work his heart and lungs to their maximum and otherwise chase the demon of insomnia with the sword of sheer fucking exhaustion. He liked being by himself and away from Steve’s well-intentioned smothering and the curious/wary looks of the other Avengers. Well, not all of them. 

Grace never looked at him like he was a hand grenade with the pin missing. His cheeks heated as he thought of her shy smile when they met, and how he’d catch her watching him every now and then. Pretty smile, sweet face, and the kind of body that made him actively fight inappropriate thoughts. She was powered, something about warping space-time, and she always seemed so light and bubbly and full of energy, even if she was on the shy side. She didn’t approach, but then, neither did he. If neither of them were ready, that’s just how that was gonna go, and damn Stevie’s thoughts on the matter. 

Steve, bless him, heard all about his crush, like he was a pressure valve that kept it under control and well-hidden, except… well, Steven Grant ‘I’m Waiting For the Right Partner’ Rogers believed he should go and see about asking her out. Yeah, not so much. He wasn’t ready, she was too sweet to have anything to do with the likes of him and he’d just as soon not let his darkness color her world. 

Buck wrapped his hands as he headed down the long corridor to the gym, shaking his limbs out and tying up his black shorts again just to make sure they stayed up, narrow hips and all. He was a little confused to find the hallway lit like it would be for daytime, and for growing strains of  music to be floating past him. Not that there wasn’t music normally playing in the gym, or at least what passed for music today, but this was… Fast beat, swinging horn section, blazing hot piano and an upright bass, this was music and someone was absolutely going to town in the gym when he would normally be there alone. 

He didn’t recognize the song as he came through the door, but the dancing. Holy shit, the dancing. Eighty years stripped away and he was transported to a darkened dance hall with an ten piece band onstage and couples tearing it up on the floor. 

In a tight black tank top that showed off the cheerfully colorful sleeves of tattoos up her arms and showcased the rack he absolutely had not thought about in loving detail, some grey workout pants that tied off at her knees and perfectly framed each and every luscious curve, and her hair tied up in a black and purple polka dot kerchief, Gracie was cutting quite the rug in the hardwood area usually reserved for Tasha’s ballet. And her partner Barton wasn’t doing too terribly, either.

Bucky wasn’t jealous. Really. He meant that.  

He watched as they danced and shifted around each other, occasional leaps and slides over and around and looking like they were having the time of their lives. Buck watched as he leaned against the wall just beyond the mirror and barre, taking in the beautiful fluidity and unadulterated joy of her movements. Sinuous hips, light on her feet, with impeccable timing, she was incandescent to watch, and when the song ended, he couldn’t help but whistle and clap his praise. 

Barton’s eyes lit up as he headed to the barre to collect his towel and wipe off his ruddy face. His formerly black sleeveless shirt looked almost soaked through with sweat he was sweating like a priest in a brothel.  “Thank God you’re here.” 

Grace frowned and snatched up a bottle of water from the floor by the mirror. “Oh hush, ya big baby. It’s only been three songs.” 

“Five, and she’s a menace. She’s been slowly but surely dancing me to death and I need a break.” Barton made a show of panting and downing his own bottle of water as quickly as possible. 

“Nothing slow about that music,” Buck replied, winking at her and pleased when she giggled. “You need me to step in and show you how it’s done?”

Barton smirked. “It’s your type of music, Grampa. Let’s see you do it.” 

“Grampa my ass.” Challenge issued, Buck stepped to Grace’s side and offered her his hand. “May I have this dance?” Her big dark eyes rounded in what appeared to be shock, so he teased, “Don’t leave me hangin’, sweetheart. Best dance of your life, I swear.” 

Her full red lips now grinning broadly, she nodded and took his hand. “J, hit it.”

‘Jump, Jive, and Wail’ leapt out of the speakers in all its full-brass glory, and he grinned wickedly. This, he remembered. It may not have been Louis Prima, but he could work with this. Leading her through the steps, they stopped every now and then for a shift or turn, and even the occasional toss. He laughed as she twisted in the air and came down in a slide between his legs before coming up dancing. Barton was right, she was a demon in the best sense and he loved it. It was perfect, this tiny moment between them, where their mutual shyness was put aside and they could just be, both in their element and having a good time. 

Barton caught his eye as he vacated the premises between songs, mouthing “You’re welcome” with a sly grin as he scooted out the door. Maybe his crush hadn’t been so surreptitious afterall. 

He didn’t have time to ponder that, though, as another song came on, this one even faster than before. It was a breakneck speed and Bucky was here for all of it. She weighed next to nothing as he tossed her in the air, catching her and jumping right into a Lindy Hop-Charleston combo that was incredibly athletic, even by his own memory’s standards. 

The music wasn’t anything he recognized, though it was clear the band was fantastic and so long as the music played, he was more than happy to keep dancing with her. Three more songs played through, including Benny Goodman’s ‘Sing, Sing, Sing’ and even Buck was feeling the heat. 

“Hold up, J,” Grace panted as she headed back to her water bottle, and the music died just as quickly as it started. “Thank you.”

“Of course, Miss.” 

For a hot second the only sound in the room was their mutually labored breathing as they stared at each other. She was positively glowing, a sheen of perspiration lighting up her butterscotch brown skin and making her smile that much more luminous. He felt like a limp rag, wrung out and still wet, and he couldn’t believe he luck. They started giggling at the same time, likely fed by endorphins and what have you, and she had the best laugh, like music and raindrops and he was so far gone over her, he’d set fire to his map. 

“Head’s up,” she called as she went to the cooler and threw a bottle at him with alarming accuracy. He caught it easily and nodded his thanks. 

“You’re pretty great at that,” he told her as she came back to the dancefloor, cheeks flushed, this time not from exertion. 

“You are, too. I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that with you.” Her eyes grew huge as she realized what she’d admitted to, and covered her mouth for good measure. “I… I’m sorry. That should have… I mean… Dammit.” 

He couldn’t let her stammer her way into walking back the words, not when they were everything he’d wanted to hear. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.” He offered her his shyest and most disarming grin, teeth worrying his bottom lip as he awaited her response. 

Grace brightened considerably, straightening up and taking a couple tentative steps in his direction. The way she licked her lips nervously made her lush mouth look that much more kissable. “Oh yeah?”

Taking a chance, Buck slid up right next to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, praying he was getting this right. “Absolutely, sweetheart. Now work for you?” The way she stepped into him and gazed up at him, all flushed cheeks and parted lips, he did everything he could to convince himself the warmth in his chest was heartburn and not at all a reaction to the fire within her. Either that or he would be kissing her off her feet. 

“Any chance I could get next?” 

And just like that, the moment was broken by little Stevie Rogers. Again. Buck dropped his head as he exhaled deeply with his eyes closed, flashing back to their childhood back in Brooklyn. They popped open immediately, though, when he heard her giggle and felt her little hand patting his chest, burning a hole into his skin through the fabric of his shirt as surely as a blowtorch. 

Turning to face him, he found his best friend in grey workout shorts and a black tank top, leaning where he had been when he’d watched her with Barton. His smug little grin made Buck want to pop him in the mouth, but given the mixed company, he refrained, but only just. Instead, he just smiled proudly and replied,  “Stevie, I love you, but this right here is way too much car for you.” 

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— answer these questions then tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better!

Name: Mindia is the name and yes that's actually my stupid fucking name. I'm not on anything in the thrift stores. Can't share a coke with me, nope.

Zodiac: Saggitarius

Height: 5'5"

Time: 12:57 PM

Favorite Band / Artist: Its hard for me to have just one because there are so many artists who have inspired me throughout my short life so far. For music, John Powell knocks it out of the park. I've spent hours listening to the soundtracks of many of the movies I grew up with. I can't wait to hear what he comes up for How To Train Your Dragon 3! And the biggest artistic influence in my life has been @vivziepop . She's always inspired me to keep chasing my love for art, and to draw for myself. Seeing her come out with her own production with her own characters just proves that with hard work and persistence you can achieve your dreams. Check her out if you haven't yet because she's amazing.

Song Stuck In My Head: "Flying With Mother" from HTTYD 2 because now I'm thinking of John Powell.

Last Movie I Saw: "Cold Skin" with David Oakes. It was okay, a simple concept really. Some of it didn't really make sense, I think there were some holes in the plot, but other than that it was.. cute.

Last Thing I Googled: If nitenpyram is effective for killing fleas. The answer is: yes, but after about 72 hours, the fleas come back.

Other Blogs: Nah.

Do I Get Asks: Once in a blue moon.

Why Did I Choose This Username: I didn't choose this username. This username chose me. ( Aik is the nicest of my characters, and the most approachable. When I roleplay with new people I try to introduce her first because she's not a jerk. You could say she's my main when it comes to my characters and roleplaying. )

Following:  199 ( whoa, when did this happen )

Average Amount of Sleep: I go to bed around 9, and wake up at 5 usually. So you're typical 8 hours. I have insomnia, so I try not to go to bed too late, because once I wake up, I'm up. For some reason, I just wake up at 5 in the morning. Occassionally I'll wake up at 6:30 or 7. I consider that sleeping in. Bad days are when I wake up at 3.

What I Am Wearing: Uhm... Khaki's.. Nah. I'm wearing a dirty plaid shirt and a pair of messy pants.

Dream Job/Career: Y'know, I'm not sure. My dream would be to be fully self sustainable. Whether I'm some mountain man in the Rockies, living off the land and what I farm, or a small successful artist in a little apartment with all the necessities, I'd be happy. I just don't want to work a dead end job, and I certainly dont want to work up to be someone who manages people who end up working that dead end job. If that makes sense.

Dream Trip: I want to go to Yellowstone. It's not much, but I've always wanted to see the rainbow pools and see the hot ass water shoot out of the ground yeah!

Favorite Food: Pizza

Play Any Instruments: In high school I played this bong looking instrument called the Bassoon! I miss it sometimes, it had this amazing, deep-rich sound that went great with bass brass instruments.

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Color: Brown

Languages You Speak: English

Most Iconic Song: Uhm. Eye of the Tiger?

Random Fact: Emetophobia is the fear of vomiting, and I have it.

Describe Yourself as Aesthetic Things: Water stain on the ceiling in your ninth grade classroom; a mildew-soaked, military-green sponge on the bottom of a pile of week old dishes in the sink; large, endless fields of nothing but porcupines.

Tagged by:  @zimvasion

Tagging: @littlegreeneyedinvader @little-gaz @radio-gentleman @couch-house @tallest-spork-greenbean And anyone else who wants to do this because boy I can NOT think of 20 people.