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Birthday boy :: C.Guesung

->Summary: For Guesung's birthday, you surprise him with a trip to Bali

-> warnings: in a pool, Guesung staring at your ass and occasionally slapping it in public, unprotected sex, mentions of multiple rounds, use of oils/massage oils, picture taking

A/N: After a long wait, here is his birthday fic (and a bit early). I hope you all enjoy it! Oh and this came from this ask. Per usual, the ending lowkey sucks.

TAGLIST: @minaamhh

Song: Pillows - Lido and Santell

"Y/N! Come in here with us!"

You looked up from your phone to see your boyfriend and his siblings in the pool, holding a large ball to play pool volleyball with. "I'll join you all in a minute!" You smiled as they began a round without you, laughing when one of Guesung's nephews jumped onto his back, successfully bringing him down into the water.

Guesung always went all out when it came to you; for Christmas one year, he took you to Spain and had a small photoshoot with you there. While you traveled with him during the World Cup, he got you a large bag of cheese-its every time you entered the airport, along with a rose despite how many times you complained that you could never finish the bag and how the flowers always died. And when you couldn't join him at certain games due to work, he would video call you the minute he got back to the hotel and would fall asleep on the phone with you. He always had you in mind and wasn't afraid to spend some time and money proving it to you. Your friends always admired how far he was willing to go for you, which made you want to do the same for him, despite how many times he said that he didn't need for you to prove it to him; he knew you loved him.

So, despite his claims, you took charge of planning his birthday. You went all out; a trip to Bali with him and his family, a paradise hotel room that was on a closed-out floor so no one could bother you both, many excursions, etc. When you revealed to him what you had planned out for him, he immediately picked you up and spun you around while he kissed you, thanking you profusely. He was excited to get some time with all of his favorite people and just relax.

You finished setting up a delivery to your room set for later before you placed your phone down, watching Guesung play with his nephews before getting out of the water to make his way over to you. "Whatcha doing over here, baby?" He sat down next to you as you placed a kiss on his cheek, closing his eyes as you ran your hands through his hair. "Just planning some last-minute things, nothing to worry about."

"What else could I need when you've already done all this?" he pulled you so you sat on his lap, his cheek moving to rest on your shoulder. "I had so much fun today baby, and it's all thanks to you."

Guesung was happy to have one moment of rest with you. After arriving late last night, he spent the day being active. He went on jet skis, went on a nice boat ride, and scuba-dived; anything he had mentioned to you that he wanted to do at some point, you had made it happen. His only gripe was that he didn't get to have a moment with you as he was always surrounded by his family and his nephews were protective over you, so he wasn't allowed to kiss you or anything.

Speaking of his nephews, after noticing Guesung's absence, they quickly got out of the pool to end the moment, asking you to come to play with them. Guesung groaned as you joined them in the water, missing having you in his arms already.

After playing in the water some more, you and Guesung returned to your room to get ready for dinner. As you looked through your clothes to figure out what you wanted to wear, Guesung took a quick shower. As you picked out a dress, Guesung emerged from the shower, his towel around his waist as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you. You noticed him after a bit, turning to face him with a smile as he walked up to you, kissing you softly. "Baby, you're wet." You laughed as he tried to pull you against his wet chest, pouting as he wet your top.

"Well, when I get you alone, you'll be the one getting wet." He let his hand move to your lower back, pulling you roughly against his chest as he leaned down to kiss you softly. You smiled against his lips, playfully biting his lip, making him moan. He pouted when you moved away from him, grabbing your clothes before heading into the bathroom, sending a wink his way. It took everything In Guesung to not cancel the dinner and just have his way with you. He sighed before getting dressed, listening to you shower, promising himself to get you alone.

At dinner, he held you close, keeping his hand on your thigh as everyone ate, occasionally squeezing it. You tried to ignore it, focusing on the conversations. You did notice how much more touchy he was, asking him about it as everyone left the dinner table. Guesung didn't say anything as you both followed behind everyone, his hand that was on your lower back moving to deliver a quick smack onto your ass. When you turned to face him, he only made a small "shh" sound, sending a wink at you as he opened the door. You felt your cheeks heat up as you glanced around you, asking why he did that. "I didn't do anything, baby. I'm just enjoying my evening with you on my birthday." You gently shoved his shoulder as you walked outside, making Guesung chuckle.

Before you both could make it back to the room, his sister asked for a picture with him. You took your chance to head back to the room and hide the surprise you had delivered before changing into your swimsuit, making your way outside to the pool that was by your room.

As you removed your robe, you noticed Guesung's eyes now on you, leaning against the patio door. You decided to play into his eyes, making a show of entering the pool; swinging your hips, and slowly submerging into the pool before turning to face him. "Are you going to just watch me or come in here?"

"I was just enjoying the view first," Gueusung removed his shirt before stripping down to his briefs, getting into the pool slowly. When you were in arms reach, he pulled you close, kissing you deeply. "Why didn't you go put on your swimming trunks?'' you asked against his lips, moaning into the kiss as Guesung gripped your face, pulling you back into the kiss. You tried to push back from him to get some air, pressing your forehead against his. Despite doing all of the activities together, it was the first time that day that he had you all alone. He let his hands move to grip your hips, kissing around your jaw as the heated pool enveloped you both. When you asked him again why he didn't go change into his trunks, he only shrugged. "There's no point when I'm going to take it off in a few moments when I fuck you."

You couldn't help but moan at his words, asking what he meant, biting your lip as he chuckled darkly. "You know what I mean, baby. Or, do I have to show you?"

Guesung looked down at you with a smirk as he pinned you against the pool wall, his hands moving slowly up your arms to your swimsuit straps. He took his time as he pulled down your swimsuit straps, his eyes meeting yours as he removed it from your body, placing it onto one of the pool chairs. "You know, I've always wanted to have sex in a pool? It's been on my bucket list since forever" He kissed down your neck, tossing his briefs onto the same chair. "Well then, we'll make our way through it, huh?" You wrapped your legs around his waist as he massaged your thighs, slowly moving into you as he kissed your forehead.

He waited a minute before moving his hips, one of his hands moving to grip the side of the pool as he kissed you deeply. You let your hands move up his arms to his shoulders, closing your eyes as he moved, enjoying how his cock moved slowly as his tongue met yours. "My baby, my love," you sighed softly against his lips as his hands moved to your sides, moving faster. You continued to praise him as he moved, Guesung taking his time with you as he moved.

After he was satisfied with your praises and having you calmly in his arms, his hips sped up as he fucked you deeply. His hand moved into your hair, tugging it back as the water now splashed around you both due to the force of his hips. He leaned down to kiss your neck, moving faster as you dug your nails into his shoulder. "Get louder for me, baby. Show everyone in this hotel how well I fuck you," he groaned as you tightened around him, pulling back to make eye contact with you as he rolled his hips.

His hand slipped down to play with your clit, his hips snapping into you as he watched you come undone, groaning as he stilled his hips against yours as he came into you. He held you close as you both tried to calm down, the warm breeze coming through, reminding you both of where you were. You kissed his shoulder as you enjoyed the moment, smiling when your boyfriend did the same.

After a bit longer, he helped you get dressed before he walked with you back into the room. You had forgotten about the delivery you had ordered, smiling when you noticed the box sitting by the door. You picked it up, asking him to stay in the bathroom and not come out until you said so, which he agreed to. Guesung assumed you were setting up the bedroom for sleep, or something, but was shocked when he came out to see many candles lit around the room, and massage oils on a table by the bed as well. He turned to you, his eyes scanning over your appearance as you stood in front of him innocently wearing one of his white button-up shirts. "Welcome to your next surprise, my love."

You held your hands out, pulling him to the bed. Guesung had complained in the past about his back hurting a lot and how he wanted to get a massage but was too busy or they didn't do it right. He got onto the bed as he smiled at you, asking what was going on. "Well, you deserve a massage, right?" You straddled the backs of his legs before pouring some oil into your hands, massaging his shoulders first. He closed his eyes as you worked your magic on his back, feeling all of his tense muscles relax as you worked on them. You leaned down to place a small kiss on his shoulder blades, smiling when you noticed how much more relaxed he seemed.

"Alright, flip over." Gueusng paused at your words, carefully flipping over as he asked you why. You once again straddled him, pouring more oil onto your hands. "I gotta massage your shoulders," you carefully moved to his large shoulders, paying close attention to make sure that you got every knot. "You're magic, you know that?" he whispered softly, his thumbs rubbing your hips as he closed his eyes once more. You smiled softly, kissing him softly before moving down his body, applying kisses to his chest down to his thighs, glancing up to see your boyfriend now up on his elbows. He only bit his lip as he watched you get settled on your stomach, licking a stripe up his cock, before bobbing your head. "Well, happy birthday to me," he moaned, his hand moving into your hair. You moaned around him, watching as his abs clenched every time you moved, now glossy from the oil. He closed his eyes, relaxing even more as you sucked him off, whispering praises of how well you were doing, occasionally cursing in Korean.

You moved your hand to stroke him as he kissed and bit his thighs, chuckling when he begged for you to put your mouth back on him. Even though He was usually dominant in the bedroom, he was now under your spell as you held him in your hands, becoming putty. As your hand sped up, you noticed how his hips began to move with your hand, Guesung groaning softly that he was going to cum. You leaned forward to place him into your mouth, letting him fuck your throat as he came, his back arching before he rested against the bed. You gave him a moment to calm down as you kissed up his body, smiling down at him as he closed his eyes, panting softly. His hand moved up your body, massaging your body. "You're too good to me, baby," he whispered, opening his eyes to look up at you with a smile. His hand moved to cup your cheek before he carefully moved you so you were on your back, Guesung grabbing the oil. When you asked him what he was doing, he smirked. "Since you've been so good to me, I should at least treat you to something."

He carefully unbuttoned the shirt tossing it somewhere as he grabbed the oil once more. Instead of placing it onto his hand, he poured it onto your body, letting out a small "oops." He carefully moved his hands around your body, massaging you as he kissed you deeply. He made sure to massage your breasts, playing with them as he moved to kiss your jaw.

"Don't you think you've been good, Y/N? Don't you think you deserve a reward?" He whispered, kissing down your body as he placed your legs onto his shoulders. You nodded, letting out a small yelp when he bit your thigh. "Yes, I've been good and deserve a reward."

"Good girl, Y/N." He whispered, securing your legs around his head as he began to eat you out. He licked your clit, keeping eye contact with you as he sucked on it. You tossed your head back as he continued to eat you out, slowly pushing a finger into you, making your back arch.

Guesung took eating you out as important as if he was playing soccer; after being with you for so long, he had memorized everything about your body, and his number one mission was to have you scream his name. He curled his fingers, watching as you mewled his name loudly before his fingers began to move quickly in and out of you. He moved to sit up, leaning on his forehead above your head as his fingers moved, watching you cum on his fingers as he kissed you.

He muffled your moans, slowly removing his fingers before wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing into you slowly. You whined at your overstimulation, Guesung moving to pick you up so you were right against his chest. "One more time, baby. One more time for me," he began to slowly fuck up into you, whispering how much he loved you as he kissed your neck. You moaned softly, digging your nails into his shoulder as you rolled your hips to meet his, rolling your eyes back as he hit your spot.

He continued to whisper praises before pulling out, turning you onto your knees, and placing your hands on the headboard. He placed his hands above yours, slowly pushing back into you to meet the plush off your ass. As you moaned, tossing your head forward as he pressed his chest against your back, breathing heavily into your ear. "I know you can be louder, Y/N. Don't hold back for me, baby." He began to move his hips roughly, snapping against your ass as he fucked you. You tossed your head back to rest against his shoulder, moaning his name loudly as he left hickeys on your neck, the headboard moving to hit the wall. His hand moved to grab your breasts, using it as leverage as he moved faster, moaning as you clenched around him. Guesung slowed down, grabbing his phone that was on the nightstand, leaning close to your ear to whisper his instructions. "Say cheese, baby." He moved his phone so you both were in the frame, taking a picture of you both despite your messy appearance before his hips moved once more, leaning back to take a picture of your oil-covered ass before tossing his phone onto the bed, returning his focus to fucking you. "When people ask for pictures from my birthday trip, I'm going to show them those. Show them how pretty my girl looks when I fuck her; how pretty she looks taking the birthday boy's dick."

When you whined that you were going to cum again, he nodded, his hand slipping down to play with your clit as he kissed you, moaning softly as you came around him, pushing him over the edge as he came as well.

"Thank you, baby." He whispered, pressing kisses to your shoulder as you rested against him. He held you close, rubbing your body as he pulled out before walking to run a bath for you, picking you up and placing you into the warm water before joining you. He placed you against his chest, massaging your thighs as you relaxed against him.

After the bath, he carried you back to the bedroom, helping you get dressed before joining you laying on the bed, holding you close. "Thank you, Y/N...for everything. For the trip, for loving me, for coming with me around the world, everything..." he whispered, rubbing your back as he spoke. You looked up at him, kissing him softly before laying your head back against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. When you were close to falling asleep, he looked down at you before kissing your forehead, saying "I'll do the same thing when we get married."

You looked up at him, showing that you were awake, making him smile. "Happy Birthday, Guesung." You kissed him softly, laying back down as he moved to hover over you once more, kissing you deeply as his hands moved underneath your shirt, slowly pushing it up as his lips moved down your body. When you asked him if you both were going to be able to sleep tonight, he chuckled as he placed your legs back onto his shoulders, tossing your bottoms away. "It's not midnight yet. We're gonna go until it's no longer my Bday."

[art4youireland]

Ostia di Lido (102cm)

Dimensions; 102x76x4cm Large Original beachscape featuring tiny people and sun umbrellas on the beach. With Abstract features of drips, pouring and paint texture this painting has depth without being too fussy. Will bring a beachy vibe to your large space. Named after the beach resort close to the city of Rome.   OUTSIDE EU DELIVERY NOT AVAILABLE DUE TO LARGE SIZE OF THIS ARTWORK SHIPPING COSTS WOULD BE COST PROHIBITIVE.   Read the full article

[beingjellybeans]

Birthday lunch from Lido Cocina Tsina, Rosario

Birthday lunch from Lido Cocina Tsina, Rosario

Celebrations call for good food enjoyed with loved ones and my recent birthday was no exception. My family and I sat down for a sumptuous birthday lunch of delicious Tsinoy comfort food in hearty servings delivered right to our doorstep from Lido Cocina Tsina. https://flic.kr/p/2kVf6GR https://flic.kr/p/2kVgaTw https://flic.kr/p/2kVgch8 This homegrown Chinese food chain came about in the 1930s…

[leighlim]

Geez Molly! I didn’t know you were THAT driven!

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(Hopefully by this point you’ve finished all 102 minutes of ‘Booksmart’, the kind of person who isn’t bothered by spoilers, or are just deciding if you still want to keep watching.)

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No!!!??? The Pizza guy is actually....I have no idea what to say. I’m just glad that Molly used her strong personality for good (to convince the prosecutor to drop the charges in exchange for information).

I wonder why we weren’t able to meet Molly’s parents (did I miss something?) despite her being the protagonist.

PS: Exhibit A ---- put your best scene first! (The one that ended up on film was so much better than what the script had)

PPS: Jared having to read Molly’s speech reminded me of that episode of ‘The Good Wife’ where Eli had to read what the teleprompter has prepared for Alicia.

NOTE TO PARENTS: It might not be your preferred film to get your kid to avoid getting into a situation where she wouldn’t be able to say no to dangerous drugs...but at least you can start a conversation once you find out if she watched it with her friends...right?

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HIGHLIGHT:

INT. HONDA SEDAN - NIGHT

The LIDO PIZZA GUY gets into his vehicle. We know that it's LIDO's because of the flourescent logo on the roof.

MOLLY & AMY Delivery Guy!

LIDO PIZZA GUY Oh my God!

He jumps as the girls sit up from the backseat and lean towards him. They've shaped their hair into some sort of identity protection: like a face ponytail.

LIDO PIZZA GUY Oh my God! What the ----!

MOLLY stares at him menacingly.

The delivery guy looks at them. Confused, surprised, and not sure what to do.

LIDO PIZZA GUY What the ---- is this!?

MOLLY We ask the questions!!!

AMY is starting to be amused. The driver leans against his steering wheel. Breath slowing.

LIDO PIZZA GUY Oh my God. Oh, ----, ----, ----. Is this some Manson family ----? What is this?

He turns back to the girls.

MOLLY No!

AMY has switched back to mercenary mode.

AMY No! Everything is gonna be just fine! You're just gonna give us the address to where you delivered some pizzas tonight.

The guy does a double take. Is he being 'punked'? He throws a quick glance outside.

LIDO PIZZA GUY Oh, my God. Are you guys out of your ------ mind? How old are you by the way?

MOLLY (deep voice) Does not matter!

LIDO PIZZA GUY Okay, that voice did not make you sound older. So you're basically children? And you just willingly got in the car of a strange man?

MOLLY and AMY throw each other a look. This is going downhill.

LIDO PIZZA GUY Do you guys have a weapon?

MOLLY Yes.

She turns to her friend.

AMY (quietly) If we claim to have a weapon, this might be a felony.

MOLLY ----.

LIDO PIZZA GUY Okay, so you're using your hair as a mask and trying to rob someone with no weapon. Because the funny thing is, I actually...

He reaches in the glove box.

LIDO PIZZA GUY ...have a weapon.

He pulls out a revolver.

The girls scream and cower.

He returns the gun back.

MOLLY What the ----? You have a gun!

LIDO PIZZA GUY I keep that to protect myself from bad people. Something you guys should be thinking about.

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My verdict of the film: 6/10

Link to the timestamp commentary: None (I would consider doing something for a rewatch depending on requests)

A Formal Review: Hopefully it’ll be up this week!

More of my comments about the film: None as of yet...

[beingjellybeans]

The Jelly List: Top dishes from Asian restos for your Chinese New Year Feast

The Jelly List: Top dishes from Asian restos for your Chinese New Year Feast

Kung hei fat choy, foodies! This year, Chinese New Year, also known as Lunar New Year or Spring Festival, falls on the first of February. We can expect a lot of get-togethers, wishes for happiness and prosperity, and of course, lots and lots of food to celebrate the occasion. https://flic.kr/p/2mZ2FCr https://flic.kr/p/2mZ7ugC Luckily, we’ve got quite a plethora of delicious dishes for us to…

[conhecimentomilionario]

Estratégia que te Permite ter Renda Extra na Internet Vale a Pena?!

Certamente, hoje em dia cada vez mais pessoas estão a procura de diversas maneiras de começar a obter uma renda extra trabalhando diretamente com a Internet!

Devido ao aumento da criação de cursos online, muitas pessoas acabam caindo em furadas e perdendo o seu pouco dinheiro!

Haviam diversos mitos e informações contrarias que acabam confundindo a maioria das pessoas. Apenas forçando-as a comprar o curso, e não o que deveria ser apresentado para poder mudar a vida financeira de outra pessoa.

Como nossa politica é sempre trazer a verdade para os nossos leitores, nós separamos esse artigo para você que esta a procura de um negócio novo ou você que esteja sem qualquer fonte de renda e quer começar a trabalhar de casa!

Por essa razão, nós do Blog Conhecimento Milionário vamos tentar explicar ao máximo como que funciona e se realmente vale a pena você investir seu tempo e caso queira o seu dinheiro no curso que tem mudado a vida de vários alunos.

Então, leia esse artigo até o final e tire as suas próprias conclusões sobre o curso Estratégia Geração Milionária!

Com o avanço da tecnologia e do mundo digital, ficou muito mais acessível para todos começarem a ter um negocio totalmente online!

O único problema é que esse processo é um pouco complicado para quem não possui conhecimento a fundo. Contudo, a partir de um passo a passo bem detalhado do curso Estratégia Geração Milionária, você também sera capaz de começar a ter seu negocio 100% Online!

Mas não se preocupe, o próprio criador do curso Estratégia Geração Milionária, passou por diversas dificuldades assim como você pode estar passando hoje.

No inicio, Jimi Hendrix tinha 20 anos de idade e conseguiu sair de servente de pedreiro para se tornar um especialista em vendas online e poder chegar a ganhar um salário de um executivo sem precisa ficar anos estudando em uma faculdade...

Atualmente ele vive a vida que sempre sonhou com tempo e liberdade financeira para poder ajudar a sua família e alunos de todo o Brasil...

E assim como ele, o Eliabe Reis de 24 anos de idade antes de entrar para o mercado digital, trabalhava como entregador de delivery de aplicativos, até um dos momentos mais difícil de sua vida que foi quando sua moto foi roubada...

Essa situação não só o deixou completamente inconformado como também o forçou a procurar uma nova oportunidade de fonte de renda.

Foi ai que ele descobriu o mercado digital... Hoje ele ganha 20 vezes mais do que um entregador de delivery e ensina seus alunos a como faturar até mais com os mesmos processos...

Com um método validado no mercado, um curso passo a passo para você que não entende nada do assunto e ainda que você tenha duvidas, eles possuem um suporte exclusivo dedicado a todos os alunos.

Assim mesmo como em sua pagina, esta a apresentação de diversos alunos agradecendo o Eliabe e o Jimi pelo excelente trabalho que eles vem fazendo com os seus alunos.

E antes de finalizarmos o nosso conteúdo de hoje, caso você tenha lido ate agora, eu lhe convido para acessar a pagina do curso Estrategia Geração Milionária para você ver por si mesmo o grande trabalho deles!

Espero você la!

[ricardofonseca]

Edição Especial:Propagando 9 anos!

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Enfim, chegamos aos 9 anos com muita energia, muita criatividade e muita informação. 

O Blog foi criado para ser um espaço diferenciado, com conteúdos para serem lidos a qualquer tempo e a qualquer hora. Nunca fomos um blog especificamente de notícias, elas vão aparecendo devagarzinho conforme o vento vai soprando...

Um Blog que usa e abusa de cores, de sabores, de opiniões fortes  e uma doçura ácida e latente, quase visceral. Aqui tem diversidade e respeito. 

O Blog nasceu despretensioso, apenas como um espaço para a divulgação das ideias do seu editor, o Jornalista e Publicitário Ricardo Fonseca (49). 

“Uma vez o Ricardo Stuckert (renomado fotógrafo brasileiro) me perguntou numa entrevista que participei com o ex-presidente Lula ( no final da Caravana que fez pelo nordeste) em São Luís, se esse blog era feito no Maranhão? Respondi com cara de espanto: Sim, por que? Ele disse que me acompanhava e achava que era produzido em São Paulo”.   

Com o passar dos anos fomos crescendo e amadurecendo...  após tantas reviravoltas na política nacional e mundial, vivenciamos a pior e mais devastadora pandemia que o planeta já passou - o tal coronavírus! 

Informe Publicitário

Entrevistamos autores, escritores, artistas, políticos, nobres conhecidos e ilustres desconhecidos. O Propagando é o arroz com feijão com tempero especial... é o guaraná Jesus gelado com bolo de milho quente - simples e gostoso!  

Muita gente boa já passou por aqui: Jogadores de futebol...

Youtubers,... 

Influenciadores digitais... 

Teve romance,...

Suspense...

Polêmicas...

Atitudes...

Política local... 

Política nacional...

Justiça nacional... 

Por fim, esse Blog tem a nossa cara... 

Cotidiano, Internacional, Saúde, Curiosidades, Atualidades, Política, esses são os nossos ingredientes. Queremos agradecer à todos pela audiência e pelas milhares de curtidas e compartilhamentos. 

Muito obrigado pela oportunidade de levar informação de qualidade, um agradecimento especial a Deus, aos familiares, amigos e a todos vocês que nos incentivam todos os dias a produzir conteúdos importantes para a formação de milhares de opiniões no Maranhão, Brasil e no Mundo todo. Estamos cada dia mais focados em contribuir para um mundo melhor.

Valeu!  

Ricardo Fonseca - Editor.      

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Il tuo cantante

Casal : Aro Volturi / Peter Vincent

Censura : Rated T/ +16 anos

Sinopse : Peter tem um crush em Aro desde a adolescência mas, ele se recusa a aceitar. Até o dia em que se encontram.

- Então, pode ser que o Aro tenha ficado mais dark e que eu tenha modificado algumas coisas. Se divirtam lendo 🖤

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Peter Vincent se orgulhava de ser um

ótimo caçador de vampiros e de odiar os desgraçados o suficiente, muito obrigado. Malditos sanguessugas do inferno. Peter era um mago ilusionista, vivia de fazer shows e caçar os malditos, tudo ia bem até Charlie aparecer pedindo ajuda e uma coisa levou a outra. Toda a confusão que deu ao matar o desgramado do Jerry, enfim, ele se vira obrigado a voltar para a Inglaterra, não era ruim, na maior parte do tempo ele até sentia falta de casa e agora ele era um ilusionista famoso, tinha um dinheirinho sobrando. Voltar para casa era ótimo, ele olhava tudo meio espantado e admirado, observando as mudanças que haviam ocorrido em sua ausência e como algumas coisas permaneceram as mesmas. D

Chegar na sua antiga casa tinha sido simples. Era uma casa simples em um bairro popular de Londres, tinha dois andares e algumas janelas, muro baixo e um gramado feio pelo tempo que estava abandonada. Peter entrou, girou a chave na fechadura e entrou sendo recebido por uma grossa cortina de poeira e uma tábua solta no chão de taco. Ele iria ter que arrumar tudo direitinho. Abrir as janelas e tirar os lençóis brancos que cobriam tudo, fora cansativo porém quase não tinha poeira nos móveis e ele sò tivera que varrer e passar aromatizador de ambientes na local, e para a sua sorte ele não teria que fazer comida, era só pedir o delivery e pronto. Agora era só beber um gole de whisky e subir para o andar de cima, ele precisava de um local para descansar, iria fazer um show aquela noite em um teatro no West End. Peter subiu as escadas cantarolando baixo.

Seu quarto continuava o mesmo : paredes azuis, posters de bandas goticas, um poster de Dracula com uma adaga no peito, alguns clássicos da literatura de terror, as janelas cheias de pó fazendo a luz do sol mal entrar no cômodo. Peter pegou uma vassoura e começou a varrer o chão empoeirado, ouvindo uma música alta. Ele estava no meio da limpeza, estava mexendo debaixo da cama quando achou uma caixa de madeira com cadeado. Ele franziu o cenho. O que era aquilo ? Ele não lembrava de ter lacrado a caixa e muito menos que ela estava ali. A campainha tocou o fazendo lembrar do delivery, ele desceu os degraus apressado abriu a porta, pegou seu pedido e bateu a porta na cara do entregador. Peter voltou para o quarto, sentou no pedaço limpo de chão e voltou a observar a caixa que era de madeira escura, ao observar o objeto seu coração disparou e ele sentiu um leve arrepio. Aquilo não era bom, não era mesmo. Com um pequeno truque ele conseguiu abrir a caixa, ao levantar a tampa aquela sensação que se assemelhava bastante a um nervosismo, pareceu se intensificar. Eram seus livros sobre os Volturi. Quer dizer, apenas um livro era sobre ‘Os Volturi’ o resto era tudo sobre um único Volturi. Pequenos scrapbooks, pouquíssimas fotos modernas, fotos de pinturas datadas da revolução francesa e relatos, todos sobre Aro. Aro pelo que Peter tinha lido era um dos mais poderosos do clã, um toque e ele saberia sobre sua vida inteira, ele podia sentir o cheiro do seu sangue e ler seus pensamentos. Quando adolescente Peter se convencera de que ter e saber tantas coisas sobre Aro era um modo de conhecer o inimigo e daí, ele olhava para os recortes das pinturas e seu coração e seu estômago faziam uma coisa engraçada, que o deixavam com um frio na barriga inexplicável.

As coisas começaram a ficar um pouco mais óbvias, quando Peter completou 18 anos quando passara a sonhar com Aro, e eram sonhos estranhos, para se falar o mínimo na opinião de Peter. Em alguns de seus sonhos ele estava dançando uma valsa com Aro por salões italianos do século dezoito, outras ele apenas se oferecia em sacrifício e eram sonhos prazerosos e de vez em quando ele acordava se sentindo mal por isso.

As vezes ele lia, artigos científicos apenas para se certificar que era invenção de sua mente, quando ele sabia não ser. Peter fechou a caixa, ele não queria mais ver aquilo.

Aro por mais encantador que fosse continuava sendo um maldito vampiro e ele se recusava a ter sentimentos por aquele maldito.

***

Aro estava empolgado. Havia tirado férias, estava tudo em paz e ele as merecia ele queria ver mais do mundo. Bem, não do mundo, ele se recusava a ir nos Estados Unidos novamente. Ele resolveu começar pelo lugar que ele mais havia simpatizado e que o permitiria explorar as lojas de grife durante o dia. Londres, é claro. Aro alugou uma casa modesta em um bairro simples, se é que uma casa em Mayfair pode ser simples e se estabeleceu por lá. Ele precisava descansar pois a noite iria fazer algo humano, ele havia comprado um ingresso para um show de mágica em um teatro no West End e ele estava empolgadíssimo, nunca havia assistido um show de mágica antes, quer dizer não nesse tempo moderno e de incrédulos.

Aro adorava as frivolidades dos humanos. Ele achava divertido como os humanos transfomaram algo que temiam imensamente no passado, em algo para se diverti nos dias de hoje.

Ele se olhou no espelho de corpo inteiro no quarto, o terno bem cortado caindo feito uma luva, em seu corpo, ele quase parecia normal não fosse o cabelo comprido e fora de moda nessa época. Aro pegou tesoura e cortou o cabelo, que com certeza cresceria novamente até a manhã seguinte, adotando um corte mais comum, curto e moderno para se misturar melhor com os mortais, colocou o óculos de sol e saiu pela noite, caminhando até o teatro, não era uma caminhada longa para alguém como ele.

Ele sentou em uma das primeiras fileiras para acompanhar tudo de perto quando sentiu uma inquietação surgir dentro de si, era ruim, sussurros pareciam encher sua mente.

Me encontre, me encontre, eu estou aqui, meu bem.

Os sussuros pareciam falar, Aro balançou a cabeça e tentou calar a voz que parecia uma canção hipnotizante em sua mente. Baixa, lenta e sensual.

As luzes do palco baixaram e ele tirou os óculos para ver o espetáculo melhor, os sussurros cessaram por um momento até que ele viu o ilusionista. Uma tontura o atingiu, sua boca encheu do veneno que produziam e não eram o que usavam para matar e sim o que usavam quando queriam prazer, era doce. Suas presas já estavam projetadas e seu corpo inteiro parecia voltado para aquilo.

Seus olhos se encontraram com os do ilusionista e o mundo parou, o rapaz parecia tão surpreso quanto ele, a mente dele era uma mistura de sentimentos. Apenas o jovem mágico existia naquela ocasião, o cheiro do sangue dele invadia todos os seus sentidos. Inebriante. Os sussurros em sua mente diziam : Você me encontrou !!! Finalmente!!.

O sangue do jovem humano estava cantando para ele. Ah, a ironia.

Aro precisava saber quem era aquele homem que acabava de lhe enfeitiçar por completo, o nome daquele que parecia ser o seu amante. Ele precisava saber. O jovem mágico havia desviado o olhar do seu. Aro se resignou a continuar desejando que seus olhares se encontrassem novamente . Aquele homem era seu agora.

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Best Albums of 2018

BEST ALBUMS 2018

20. Noname: Room 25

19. Jeremih & Ty Dolla $ign: Mih-Ty

18. Tierra Whack: Whack World

17. Parks Burton: Pare

16. Oneohtrix Point Never: Age Of

15. Angelique Kidjo: Remain in Light

14. Shannon Shaw: Shannon in Nashville

13. Curren$y & Freddie Gibbs: Fetti

12. Ariana Grande: Sweetener

11. Vince Staples: FM!

10. DJ Koze: Knock Knock

9. Mariah Carey: Caution

8. Courtney Barnett: Tell Me How You Really Feel

7. The Carters: Everything is Love

6. Snail Mail: Lush

5. Shannon & the Clams: Onion

4. Teyana Taylor: K.T.S.E.

3. Kacey Musgraves: Golden Hour

2. Blood Orange: Negro Swan

1. Dirty Projectors: Lamp Lit Prose

(Spotify playlist)

(Capsule reviews of Top 10 below) 

10. DJ Koze: Knock Knock.  The music writing trope of “a sounds like b + c” is as lazy as it is played, but sometimes you hear a record and those type of comparisons spring to mind, like when I first heard Saint Pepsi’s Hit Vibes and instantly thought of J Dilla making a disco record.  That was also my response to Knock Knock, which sounds like the Avalanches making a more patient update of Since I Left You for 2018 ears.  The record is long and lush, and draws from roughly nine billion different aesthetics, but its particular mélange still manages to sound fresh.  As with SILY, the album is best experienced as a complete piece of music (though several tracks, such as “Lord Knows” and “Scratch That” would sound great in a mix or DJ set).  Knock Knock takes the listener through ambling pathways that wrap around and revisit each other, like an evening stroll through the spacious Joshua Tree National Park depicted on its cover.  It’s nearly a two-hour journey, but it’s well worth the price of admission.

9. Mariah Carey: Caution.  Mariah got a dirty mouth and I’m here for it.  As mother, a twice-divorcée, a woman nearing 50, her work and her image are all her own; if she wants to include the word “fuck” in a bunch of songs on her new album (“GTFO,” “With You,” “The Distance”), then who the fuck are we to tell her no?   It’s a refreshing twist from someone whose public persona is often so curated, but I’m burying the lede.  The real story here is that Caution is a batch of excellent R&B songs from one of the genre’s all-time greats.  It’s not overwrought – by contrast, the album’s sultry blue cover art is indicative of the moods within.  The Ty Dolla $ign-featuring “The Distance” is laid extremely deep in the cut, assisted by some subtle production from Poo Bear, Lido and—holy shit, Skrillex?  Yup, and like Mariah herself, everyone involved uses an even hand and measured patience to let each song breathe.  

A personal highlight for me is “A No No,” which flips the Lil Kim/Lil Cease classic “Crush On You” on its head.  Here, where Biggie intones “he’s a slut, he’s a hoe, he’s a freak/got a different girl every day of the week,” there is no irony intended.  She gauges her suitors’ intent and responds simply: “that’s a no-no.”  In fact, the word “no” accounts for easily half the song’s lyrics, but it’s still a blast on subsequent listens.  But don’t get it twisted – highlights abound herein, from aforementioned singles “GTFO” and “The Distance” to the thoughtful, expansive, Dev Hynes-helmed “Giving Me Life,” which begins as a downtempo club hit and morphs into a surrealist dream.  Mariah Carey is one of the artists who’s been in my life the longest – I’m so happy she’s still killing it.

8. Courtney Barnett: Tell Me How You Really Feel.  Courtney Barnett is what I was raised to believe an indie rock star should be: an unassuming, smart slacker with regular clothes and the ability to unleash earthbound poetry and atmosphere-puncturing solos with equal aplomb.  That effortless cool permeates every facet of her work, from her casual half-singing style to her loose but proficient playing, a mighty guitar god in the body of a humble 31-year-old.  (That she recorded a collaborative record with renowned cool guy Kurt Vile should surprise no-one.)  But what’s really striking about Barnett’s work is her wryly observant lyrics; whether she’s describing the banalities of urban life (“City Looks Pretty”) or eviscerating toxic masculinity (“Nameless, Faceless”), her keen eye and incisive wit pervade every line.  Tell Me is the sound of a strong artist getting stronger.

7. The Carters: Everything is Love.  I often say that as I get older, my favorite elements of songwriting are editing and restraint.  That’s why I tend to hate double albums and love EPs.  I just believe that most double albums would be better if distilled down to one really strong record.  EPs, on the other hand, leave the listener wanting more.  Such is the case with Everything is Love, which reads like a Beyonce trap record with a number of guest verses from Jay. Regardless of speculation on who did the lion’s share of the writing on the record, both are in top form.  Bey’s signature vocal virtuosity is on display as ever, but the real delight is in her capable delivery as a rapper.  She glides effortlessly through triplets like “Poppin, I’m poppin, my bitches are poppin, we go to the dealer and cop it all.”  Big Sean could never.  Meanwhile, Jay turns in a few of my favorite bars of the year (and also a very slick Drake diss) on “Boss:”

“You not a boss, you got a boss. N*ggas gettin’ jerked, that shit hurts, I take it personaly.  N*ggas’d rather work for the man than to work for me.  Just so they can pretend they on my level, that shit is irkin’ to me.  Pride always goeth before the fall, almost certainly.  It’s disturbing what I gross.  Survey says: you not even close.  Everybody’s bosses till the time to pay for the office, till them invoices separate the men from the boys. Over here we measure success by how many people successful next to you.  Here, we say you broke if everybody is broke except for you. BAWSE.”

I don’t know if they intend to release more records as The Carters, but Everything is Love is a fun, successful experiment.

6. Snail Mail: Lush.  There’s no reason for a debut LP to be this good.  The record, from solo project-turnt-band of 19-year-old Lindsay Jordan is focused, clever, and sophisticated.  Every component of these songs appears exactly as it should.  Jordan’s songwriting is clean and incisive (“I hope whoever it is holds their breath around you/’cause I know I did,” she sings on album standout “Heat Wave”).  The arrangements are smartly simple; seldom do they deviate from the four-person rock lineup, so the embellishments that are included (the French horn on “Deep Sea,” the layered keys on “Speaking Terms”) really leap out.  The playing throughout is lovely, with Jordan’s beautiful guitar technique front and center (the finger-picking on “Let’s Find an Out” is a particular delight). Everything in its right place – only where Radiohead’s inward gaze can be mopey and self-indulgent, the core strength of Lush is its efficiency.  There’s no filler here – just the exact amount of support that each piece requires.  The drumming feels especially strong in this regard – there’s an economic directness in Ray Brown’s playing that prioritizes the backbeat over everything, including his ego. The fills that he does include are modest and workmanlike.

It’s right that the record would be released by Matador, because these songs are drenched in the influences of the 90s slacker rock of Yo La Tengo, Sonic Youth, Sleater-Kinney and Sebadoh.  And as with each of those bands, Snail Mail’s songs are buoyed by excellent lyrics.  Jordan doesn’t just sound wise beyond her years, she actually seems to have lived more in her 19 years than many folks twice her age.  There’s a subtext of sobriety in some of the songs (“It just feels like the same party every weekend, doesn’t it?” on “Pristine,” or “I’m so tired of moving on/spending every weekend so far gone” on “Heat Wave”).  Perhaps the self-reflection that’s required in recovery has helped to distill her worldview.  

And look, I don’t mean to be patronizing here – this album would be a major achievement from any person of any age.  But to hear an artistic vision this crystal clear and laser-focused from a 19-year-old is something truly special.  I can’t wait to hear what she does next.

5. Shannon & the Clams: Onion.  Upon first listen, Onion struck me as the best record the Clams have released to date.  Now, admittedly, I’m a sucker for keyboards, and the inclusion of organist Will Sprott is pure Patrick-bait.  But beyond my own tastes, the organ both fills out and anchors the Clams’ garage doo-wop sound.  There’s a welcome succinctness to Onion: the songwriting is tight, the guitar playing is melodic and utilitarian, and the vocal performances from both Cody and Shannon are more technically refined than in any of their previous outings.  One wonders if Shannon’s work on her own solo album (the very good, Dan Auerbach-produced Shannon in Nashville, which also came out this year) pushed her to improve her technique.  And don’t get it fucked up – this is still a Clams record.  It’s still shaggy and loud and rambunctious – but they’ve worked hard to reign in their wildest tendencies.  Some might say that it’s layered, just like-- *an oversized cane hooks around my throat and drags me offstage* ….Well…..let’s just say it’s good.

4. Teyana Taylor: KTSE.  Of all the seven-song mini-albums Kanye produced in Wyoming this year, KTSE is both the best and the least talked-about.  She arrives seemingly out of the blue, a fully-formed artist who knows her strengths exactly.  She has bars when she feels like spitting them, a beautiful husky alto when she feels like crooning, and a profound connection to multiple styles of club music that’s borne of her history as a dancer.  It’s become a bit trendy to nod to vogue & ballroom culture in the last few years, but while Drake’s Big Freedia feature on “Nice for What” feels a little forced, Taylor can walk it like she talks it.  A dancer by trade, her comfort in the ballroom is palpable. 

Ye keeps it simple, remaining comfortably in his wheelhouse and flipping excellent soul samples such as Billy Stewart’s “I Do Love You” (which he repurposes into a nostalgic 4/4 slapper on “Hold On”) and The Stylistics’ “Because I Love You, Girl” (which he expands into a melancholy mediation on the horn section of the original).  It’s a welcome return to form.

3. Kacey Musgraves: Golden Hour.  In her SNL performance earlier this year, Kacey Musgraves appeared as a flat-ironed, longhair disco queen.  As she slayed Golden Hour’s catchy lead single “High Horse,” I was reminded of Dolly Parton.  I’ve been spending a lot of time with Dolly’s mid-70s and early-80s catalogue this past year, having purchased vinyl copies of All I Can Do, New Harvest…First Gathering, and Dolly, Dolly, Dolly.  Parton is one of those artists whose discographies are so gigantic as to seem practically impenetrable, so I’ve been trying to hear as much as I can.  Dolly, Dolly, Dolly is an especially interesting entry: released in 1980, it was her 23rd album, and it represents a pretty clear swing for crossover success.  A handful of the tracks are straight-up disco, and these are what Musgraves called to mind.  I was thrilled – Dolly’s disco experiments were widely panned, but I think there’s a lot of good there, maybe Golden Hour would be an attempt to vindicate Parton’s vision?

Unfortunately or not, I was incorrect.  In total, Golden Hour bears more resemblance to Dolly’s friend & frequent collaborator Emmylou Harris (Kacey’s hair should’ve tipped me off, SMH).  It’s a beautiful, understated, and thoughtful set of songs that could fit as well on a folk radio station as a country one.  Like Harris, Musgraves has an innate sense of how to let a great song be great, hanging back in both arrangement and vocal performance.  She’s emotive when she needs to be (“Rainbow”), and contemplative as needed (“Golden Hour”), always letting her writing breathe.  Also, she has the confidence to bury the lead single so deep on Side B that you almost forget it’s there (and are thrilled when it is).  As a person who prefers the full album experience to that of a shuffled playlist, this is one of my very favorite tricks.

Quite simply: great songs + great arrangements = a surprising list-topper for me.

2. Blood Orange: Negro Swan.  For years, the roles of sexuality and gender in black identity have been foci of Dev Hynes’ work as Blood Orange.  He spent time with drag queens and sex workers while writing his debut album Coastal Grooves, and has often cited transgender icon Octavia St. Laurent as one of his primary influences.  But while these interests have colored his previous albums, on Negro Swan they’re the bedrock.  In a press release preceding the album, Hynes described the album as “an exploration into my own and many types of black depression, an honest look at the corners of black existence, and the ongoing anxieties of queer/people of color.  A reach back into childhood and modern traumas, and the things we do to get through it all.  The underlying thread through each piece on the album is the idea of hope, and the lights we can try to turn on within ourselves with a hopefully positive outcome of helping others out of their darkness.”

These ideas are fundamental to the songwriting, and they’re reinforced by snippets of conversations with Janet Mock and Kai the Black Angel (who adorns the cover in a durag and angel wings) peppered throughout the album’s 49 minutes.  On “Family,” Mock defines community as “the spaces where you don’t have to shrink yourself, where you don’t have to pretend or to perform, you can fully show up and be vulnerable in silence, completely empty, and that’s completely enough.”  That search for community, the desire to be seen and loved and supported as your whole self informs each of these beautiful songs.  Already a competent producer, Hynes continues to grow, selecting beautiful flourishes like the jangly, perfectly out-of-tune guitar on “Charcoal Baby” or the soft, echoing snare drum on “Dagenham Dream” to characterize the thematic content of each piece.  Negro Swan is a powerful and complete work of art.  It sounds like he’s finally found some answers to the questions he’s been asking. 

1. Dirty Projectors: Lamp Lit Prose.  On Lamp Lit Prose, David Longstreth appears to be having more fun making music than he has in years, probably because almost 100% of his band has turned over (kudos to longtime bassist Nat Baldwin, whose playing tethers him to his own beginnings).  Beyond the new Projectors themselves, Longstreth spent the months during the writing of the album making new friends in the LA music scene, and bringing them around the studio to record various parts.  Members of Haim contribute to album standout “That’s a Lifestyle,” Syd (of The Internet) anchors the refrain in “Right Now,” and Fleet Foxes’ Robin Pecknold and Vampire Weekend alumnus Rostam Batmanglij stack harmonies onto the swirling ballad “You’re The One.”

I see LLP as the second half of a diptych begun by the self-titled Dirty Projectors, released last year.  While that record wallowed in the pain of a broken relationship with former Projector Amber Coffman, LLP reveals a healed and newly in love protagonist.  Both records feature David Longstreth at his most vocally competent: he’s now able to truly execute the melismatic R&B runs he lovingly wrote and charmingly attempted in his earliest work, his diaphragm now supports his every leap and bound, and his croon is sweeter than ever before.  But furthermore, both albums expand on ideas that have popped up throughout his illustrious and impressive body of work.  Whether he’s reviving the Rise Above era blasts of noisy guitars on “Zombie Conqueror” or revisiting the orchestral ambitions of The Getty Address on the stunningly soulful “I Wanna Feel It All,” Longstreth sounds like a worker with a complete toolbox and a detailed blueprint.  He’s been working at honing his craft for years.

I saw the Projectors in June, at a time when only “Break-Thru” and “That’s a Lifestyle” had leaked.  I didn’t know what to expect, being among the seemingly small minority of fans who liked their previous record.  But their set was staggering.  Flanked by his group of mostly-new faces, Longstreth was bouncing all over the place, proudly showcasing each instrumentalist & vocalist (seemingly everyone had at least one moment in the spotlight), visibly excited about playing with this group of people.  And that makes sense: LLP is Longstreth relishing the fundamental glee of musical collaboration.  The joy is positively bubbling over in tracks like “Right Now,” “I Feel Energy,” and “I Found it in You.”  To see him play these songs live is to wonder if he’s talking about the act of musicmaking itself when he sings: “Ask now, I’m in love for the first time ever.”

[dailystraitsdotcom]

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