#mi soul

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting in my study, fully dressed and ready to go!  Welcome to 2024!

Welcome to the working week although, for those of you working in the NHS, welcome to just another day.

It’s currently 2.30 a.m.  The cab will be here at 3.30.  By the time most of you are reading this, I will be at Heathrow Airport, killing time.  Flight leaves at 8.00 a.m.  Ten-hour flight.  Arrives Montego Bay 1.00 p.m.

I’m going to spend a few days with a mate.  The rest of them are going to the family house.  I will join them in time for the wake.

Many thanks to everyone that listened to the radio show.  If you missed it, it’s up on Mixcloud.  It gave me a lot of pleasure to feature three acts that don’t get enough recognition: Sly & The Family Stone, Sylvester and The Salsoul Orchestra. 

My father in law’s funeral is on Saturday, January 6th, which is why I won’t be able to do my radio show.  I’ll be back live in the studio on Saturday, January 13th.

I wouldn’t describe this trip as a ‘holiday’.  The Trouble is there to bury her dad and give him a good send-off.  She’ll be fragile for a while. 

Definitely looking forward to some sunshine.  It’s 26 degrees in JA today, rising to 31 on Saturday.  I plan to be outdoors as much as possible and get some colour on this sad, pasty skin.

I’m taking my laptop, so I should be able to do some kind of status every day.  I’m looking forward to spending time with my JA family, who will ensure that Daddy’s funeral is a memorable day.

I hope your New Year’s Eve went well, whatever you did.  Some people like raving, while some are happy to drink (and fall asleep) in front of the TV.  I had fun at The White Lion, as you can see from my pictures.

2024 will be whatever you want it to be.  Yes, there will be challenges and disappointments (just like 2023) but that’s life.  Like Frankie Beverley said, life is a subtle balance of joy and pain, sunshine and rain.  Outside of the inevitable ups and downs, 2024 is down to you.  If you work hard and work smart, 2024 will be a brilliant year for you. 

Have a marvellous and momentous Monday.  I love you all.

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by よたすたイキがいい西のラファエル@Yotastar_SC

[lazypastrys-thingymajingky]

Ah shoot! CarDon on the loose!

Featuring Don in a Carmen inspired polo shirt and his Emo-wannabe get up

And Bonus: A Speedpaint!

To all Don Enjoyers, I'm sorry (not sorry) for the first song, I just wanna draw him every time I listen to it XD

[badninken]

I've been thinking about the personality transplant surgery Law can do. He's only shown doing it on Punk Hazard and it feels very much like a narrative opportunity for silly body switch shenanigans, rather than the serious ability it is.

It was the way Doflamingo mentions this ability in the same breath as the eternal youth surgery that first made me go like, hold up, if Doffy thinks it's cool, then it's probably terrifying.

Forcefully switching souls between bodies is terrifying on its own but the implications of how Law performs that surgery are even scarier. Because what Law appears to do is to pull the souls halfway out of people's bodies, with nothing but a hand gesture, and once they're visible to him he uses Shambles to make them switch places.

But.

What if he used Amputate instead of Shambles?

Can Law cut people's souls out of their bodies?

Could he store them in little boxes?

Could a soul change places with something other than another soul, and what would happen to a body once it's soulless?

What Law could do and what he would do are very different things. What would Doflamingo do with that power, is the real question here.

Law's devil fruit powers can cut and manipulate all kinds of physical matter as well as produce electricity and radiation. He can also cut and manipulate intangible things like sound and completely abstract concepts like personalities.

It's a pity we pretty much only get to see him use his abilities in battle because I have a feeling it's like he's using a computer as a hammer. He's got a highly intricate and complex tool that he's meticulously adapted for a job that usually ends up solved with a rubber mallet anyway.

(illustrating this strong think piece with a Law that is not performing any surgery at all. he's on vacation)

[lastnightstoryart]

Seong Mina l Morrigan Aensland l Cammy

[tatsumiboobs69]

[ghoullnextdoor]

Tis' the season 🎄

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

[leofromsomewhere]

rip enjolras you would have loved if its true from hadestown

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Welcome to Throwback Thursday.  On this page, Throwback Thursday is about memories triggered by words.  So, if I was to say the word EDUCATION, what memory immediately come to mind?

I was a woeful student.  Struggled to concentrate.  I got one ‘A’ level, I think.  I can’t remember, it’s so bloody long ago!  I don’t have a degree because I didn’t go to university.  I don’t have any formal teaching training.  In short, I am a dunce.  An uneducated pleb.  Formal education missed me.

I was too busy with my nose in Black Echoes, Blues & Soul, Black Music & Jazz Review, Melody Maker, Sounds and New Musical Express.  Not really academic writing and the subjects weren’t always interesting (never meet your heroes) but, with every, grubby page I was absorbing information like a sponge.

So, the day I joined Black Echoes (1981), I knew about artists, studios, producers, guitarists, re-mixers, songwriters etc. and I was able to interview anyone about their life.  I was a nerd!  In a way, my own mad, self-taught education has got me most of my important jobs.

Prepping and teaching involves research and I love it.  I really enjoy acquiring and sharing knowledge.  Who’d a thunk it?  I appreciate education now.  The other day, I did an online course on Equality, Diversity & Inclusion, I did a 20-question multiple-choice test and I got 100%.  That felt good!  Education has come to me late in life.

So, on this Throwback Thursday, what memory does the word EDUCATION bring back?

Yesterday, as you know, there was quite persistent, cold rain.  Did the white boy still go out in his shorts?  Of course, he did!  Everyone in Harlesden just looked at me like I was mad.  (Not wrong, are they?)  I had to go to Blue Mountain to pick up some Noni Juice (Google it!) for The Trouble.  Much better for her than all that pharmaceutical poison!

Have a throbbing and thrusting Thursday (with hopefully a few thrills through your thoroughfare?)  I love you all.

[twig-gy]

“{Do you know how holy this is?}”

Heart doesn’t respond as Soul gently caresses his feathers, pulling one out carefully. He isn’t doing anything wrong. Nonetheless, he shivers when Soul places his hands on him again.

Holy.

Of course Soul would say that.

He can feel Soul’s breath on him when he exhales. “{These are a gift. There’s only one who could have given them to you.}”

Heart swallows. His wings try to shuffle, but they’re trapped in Soul’s firm grip. “(Or maybe no one gave them to me at all.)”

Soul laughs wrong, pulling out another feather.

“{You know the truth.}”

He inches closer. “{I heard you that day. I stood over your body as I watched divinity in action. And yet you reject your calling. A fallen angel.}”

Heart can’t back away. He couldn’t even if Soul wasn’t holding him. The words still him just the same.

The deliberate motions of his hands stop.

“{I really should cut off your pretty wings for that.}”

Soul continues to preen his feathers.

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アケコン天板絵依頼で描いたソン・ミナ by やまざき@yamazacky

[victormalonso]

[ EN LA ESFERA PERDIDA QUE ES MI ALMA SIN TI | in the lost sphere that is my soul without you]   photo and words by víctor m. alonso

eres el origen del fuego; en tu sangre fluye la esencia de mis noches, el vacío infinito de lo nocturno, la luz que penetra el alma de las cosas.

Te amo, te amo, en el infinito sonoro de tus ojos.

Te amo en la catarsis salvaje de tu boca.

Dame, dame el silencio del incendio rojo de tu lengua, dame el idioma sonoro, la métrica negra que lleva a lo nocturno, al golpe erótico del amor, al fuego eterno de tu persona.

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You are the origin of fire; in your blood flows the essence of my nights, the infinite void of the nocturnal, the light that penetrates the soul of things.

I love you, I love you, in the sonorous infinity of your eyes.

I love you in the wild catharsis of your mouth.

Give me, give me the silence of the burning red of your tongue, give me the sonorous language, the black metric that leads to the nocturnal, to the erotic blow of love, to the eternal fire of your person.

[always-tired-plshelp]

If I was hypothetically writing a Les Mis fic and needed a map of Paris between 1820-1830, where can I find one?

I mean, I found some on google, but they end up very blurry if I try to zoom in.