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silknoise · 11 months ago

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for a moment, seonah considered bolting from the hallway, since jiseok hadn't seemed to recognize her voice. he was clearly going through something at the moment, and she didn't want to intrude or embarrass him if he was adamant about being alone right now. it kept eating at her though, the thought of him in dire emotional straits with no one there to comfort him.

she couldn't abandon this; she refused to give in to her discomfort at broaching sensitive topics with someone she'd mostly had a very lighthearted friendship with. "no, it's...it's seonah. i don't mean to bother you or intrude, it's just...i finally mustered up the courage to come up here even though it's so high up and i thought i'd visit you..." she trailed off, not knowing exactly how to approach this. she felt like she was falling flat on her face already.

she turned away from the door, shifting her weight to lean against the wall, propping one foot against it for steadiness. she was prepared to have this entire conversation through the door if that's what it took, she simply didn't want jiseok to feel alone.

"i don't know what's happened or why you're feeling like this, but just know that you don't have to open that door if you don't want to. i'm here for you either way," she stated firmly, though the words were coated in warmth. she struggled for something more meaningful to say; something comforting. the main thing outside of some amazing friendships she'd made that comforted her was the sweet melody of jazz.

she wasn't exactly about to take out her phone and start playing her favorite jazz hits playlist, but she figured that maybe some mindless chatter would at least distract from his grief.

"um...y'know, jazz is often pretty misunderstood. sometimes people perceive it as this stuffy, outdated music that plays in the background while rich people strive for perfection in movies, but —" her lip quivered before she could continue, "where i grew up, jazz was so raw and real. it made people get up and dance even if they didn't want to. it would take control of the body and soul and transport them somewhere else as long as the music was still playing. some of the most iconic saxophone solos are played intentionally flat because it's not about the pursuit of perfection at all! it's about how the music makes you feel inside."

by this point, seonah had taken a seat on the floor, still leaned against the wall for comfort. "imagine my surprise when i start working at the bistro and i get to play a bunch of the most pretentious shit you've ever heard! still, i can't really complain. getting paid to play the saxophone is what i've wanted out of life since i was 10 years old. i'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth," she resumed her commentary, hoping that at least jiseok's likely boredom from her story would be a distraction.

"i guess what i'm really saying is...well, a bunch of normal stuff in hopes that hearing something normal after whatever happened is comforting somehow," her head leaned back against the wall as she spoke, her mouth angled toward the door. her hands were perched atop her knees with a tuft of her hair pinned between her fingers, playing with it absentmindedly. as her eyes found the bottom of his door, she realized how large the gap was.

without hesitation, she slipped her petite hand under the door up to the wrist. she didn't know if he'd see it, or if he was even still present after all of her blathering, but she had hope that the miniscule presence of someone else would offer him solace without the unease of seeing a person face to face in that moment.

` Around 6am that morning Jiseok had finished being on-call for 24 hours–his only favorite shift. He loved being up all night–And he always seemed to gain a boost of energy whenever he was. It turned this usual introvert, with an extremely short social battery, into a talkative mood maker. But the moment Jiseok returns to the coziness of his home, his energy levels go crashing—he overextended his social battery once again. And his need for social interaction becomes nonexistent–but it usually was for the most part.

All comfy at home, Jiseok sleepily pushes through completing a few chores and getting cleaned up, before finally becoming one with his bed. And at some point, Seaweed, a tiny black cat, joins the sleepyhead who was fast asleep.

Suddenly, Jiseok is pulled from his slumber by the loud ringing from his phone—and for a moment he thought he was still at work. He frantically searched throughout the sheets with tired eyes and a half functioning brain only to realize he was lying on his phone, again. After finally getting a hold of the device, he's quick to answer the call.

Right as he picked up, hurried words through tears could be heard; the panic from the other side was enough to draw Jiseok from his sleepy state. Though it only takes him a split second to realize it’s his mother’s voice.

He anxiously shifts to sit up as tries to piece together his mother’s scrambled words. “..Hm…?” There was a crack in the faint sound he made. His throat tightened as his face ran hot. The words on the other end brought his emotions bubbling to the surface. “Are you-…” His chest felt heavy, and it ached as he struggled to process the details he’s been told; it was painful enough to make him go silent. His mother on the other side, emotional herself, tried her best to comfort her son. Jiseok’s body ached as he fought back tears, and his attempt to speak through them made him crack; Jiseok broke into a sudden fit of sobbing as he pleading into the phone. “It can’t be her….” Guilt began to eat at him and various memories would soon cloud his mind, which worsened the pain behind his crying.

With his vision blurred by tears, he slips out of bed to head into the living room; hoping that walking would calm him. But he still struggled to contain his crying as held the phone weakly to his ear. His mother spoke of plans to have him in Japan by tomorrow but Jiseok was in denial, he didn’t want to accept what had happened. Unintentionally, he slips to speaking Japanese, trying to form coherent questions—a small knock interrupts him. Then someone calls for him.

A bit confused, he's quick to go silent and hold back his tears in hopes that no one had heard him. Jiseok takes a moment to wrap up the call with his mother; making promises to call her back soon, before wandering over to the front door. He wasn’t expecting anyone and it definitely wasn’t a delivery. Either way, he did not want to open the door.

“Yes?…Are you from the lobby?” The soreness of his throat softened his voice as he spoke up. He hid a few quiet sniffles and wiped at his face, preparing to present a composed version of himself, just in case that door had to come open. But unfortunately, his eyes and face would likely expose him if he did.

#tw: grief #´ ❇ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 .#scorp-oi

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swamplatibule · 4 years ago

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Paramay Prompt Three! Para+Childhood

I HAVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR FOUR MOTHERFUCKING DAYS NOW AND I HAVE NO REGRETS :DDDD

this has not been proofread it is 10 at night, I am exhausted, please accept my humble offerings

Damn, only prompt three and I’m already forced to reveal everyone’s tragic backstory oh well lol

Trigger warnings: Abuse, arson, su•c•de, death, homophobia, murder, gun mention

tw; death mention

Alright alright alright let’s fuckin goooo we’ll start off with Hollister, her childhood is no doubt the easiest to write since it’s basically been the same her whole life.

She never met her parents. She doesn’t know if they’re dead, or if they just decided they didn’t want a kid, or if something else happened, and she doesn‘t care. It’s not her problem. At least, she tells herself that, but she really isn’t 100% sure that it wasn’t somehow her fault. Poor baby.

She‘s completely grown up in the foster care system, bouncing from home to home. Hollister kept running away, getting caught, and being sent somewhere else. She’s also, guess what, a fucking genius with technology.

One time she tried running away and then erasing herself from the system. It didn’t work, but nobody realized that she’s tried to do it, so it’s fine, nothing went wrong.

A few weeks into her newest home, one of the other foster kids named Silas (who she’d been fast friends with) went missing days after developing a weird anti-gravitational power. And so she tried to find him. She stumbled across the Starwritten Society - when I say “stumbled across” I mean she followed a few very questionable leads on, like, conspiracy theory websites and shit and actually found something - and hacked into the archives, trying to find some sort of info.

Now, you can imagine the panic that caused in the Society. Complete lockdown. The Starwritten Society is top-secret, and nobody just hacks into the archives that easily. She didn’t actually find anything, one because she didn’t get time to look around before the security system actually started working and kicked her out, and two because Silas just wasn’t in the records anyway, meaning he’d disappeared some other way.

However, before she could go out looking for him, there were three agents knocking at the door, having tracked her location here. And you can imagine the looks on their faces when they saw that the person who had caused the mass panic that morning was none other than some kid with a computer that looked home-made.

Things happened, she asked to join because, y’know, fuck yeah secret society, paperwork was filed, and she got in. She’s currently the youngest trainee to join the Society in seventy-four years. Also, fun fact, they had to fill out the adoption papers and such, so she’s listed as the child of Director Iara Adams. Which isn’t that big of a deal, since literally every kid in need of adoption taken in by the Society is adopted under her name, and most have only interacted with her like once, but... it’s a cool world building detail I felt like I needed to add.

Anyways, ONWARD!!!

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tw; homophobia

Kennedy was born in a pretty influential family with very “traditional” values. They kinda suck, so we won’t get too into that shithole.

Each generation of that family has had like six kids, and every single time, one turns out to be lgbtq+ and gets ✨disowned✨because the parents are just kinda assholes. It’s just this never-ending cycle.

Suffice it to say, Kennedy - being a flaming bisexual and all that - got disowned when she was like twelve after one of her siblings outed her by accident. Her uncle took her in. Guess what? He had also been disowned! When he was fifteen!

And he also went on to become a very important person in the Starwritten Society, and when he discovered Kennedy’s complete genius with technology, he recommended her to become a trainee at 17 years old.

To be honest, Kennedy’s basically gotten the short end of the stick when it comes to characterization and fleshing-out. I have quite a few paras like that, sadly. I think I might make her a playlist sometime and let her be the main character for a while.

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tw: abuse, arson, su•c•de, murder, gun mention

Fox. Oh boy. Fox grew up in a very... tense household. His father started out pretty okay when he was a younger kid, but he slowly started getting more and more violent and controlling, to both Fox, his twin sister, and his mother.

Fox always had a very close relationship with his sister, Wren. You know that siblings meme? The “You are my sister, you are my brother, we are siblings and we care for each other,”? The were the living definition of that. They managed to keep a definite sense of humor and lightheartedness with each other, despite everything that had been going on.

They weren’t fine, but they had each other.

And then Wren went missing. There was a huge police search, but they didn’t find anything. Fox was fourteen at the time. That experience basically broke him, and he never saw Wren again.

A month later, he was coming home from school, got off the bus, and found the house in smoking ruins. His mother hadn’t been able to take his father’s abuse anymore, and she couldn’t see any way out. So she set the house on fire, killing both herself and her husband.

Fox, who was a mental wreck at this point, as almost anyone would be, was placed into the foster care system. He never stayed anywhere for longer than a week. His humor became a shield for him, an easy way to seem like he was fine when he wasn’t. After about a year, he ran away. And then joined the circus. Why, you ask? Because I said so; I grow these flowers and if you don’t like it then you can leave my garden

Fox was always a flexible kid. He’d been in gymnastics classes since he was five. And, as it would turn out, he was damn good on a trapeze. It wasn’t a very big circus, just some small family-run traveling one, but it gave him a place to stay and an environment that welcomed him, and that was good enough for him.

He was with the circus for about four years, up until he was eighteen, so technically this isn’t his childhood anymore, but I’m gonna keep going because I want to.

The Starwritten Society was following a lead on an underground lab somewhere around the place where Fox’s circus was performing. Kennedy was actually on the mission, although she doesn’t do many of those anymore after she got injured in the field and such and I’ll talk about that later. Anyway.

The team of agents who were on the search came across the circus, and figured it was as good of a place as any to try and find the person they were looking for, Eleanor Sylvidas. She was actually in the crowd watching, and there was a confrontation after the show. Fox went to check it out, being the one generally in charge of telling people to cool it whenever small fights broke out between customers, but he wasn’t quite sure what to do in a situation where both parties happen to have guns pointed at each other. Especially when Eleanor pointed her gun at his head and told the agents that if they didn’t back down, she’d shoot him.

That wasn’t exactly something that happened to him on a day-to-day basis.

Of course, a fight broke out. Actually, Fox made the first move, he literally tried to snatch this woman’s gun out of her hand. It didn’t work, but the shot she took at him definitely missed, and then there was a very chaotic fight scene and Eleanor ended up losing and got arrested. Course, they still had to find the lab so they could get the kids out of there. Fox was very helpful in that aspect, too.

Once the mission had been completed, he was offered a place as a trainee in the Society. Those who were there will say that the offer was accepted immediately, but he was actually a bit reluctant. He made the choice to go, however, and it proved to be one of the best decisions he’s made.

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tw; abuse, violence, gun mention

Wilson. Where do I start? He has trauma, definitely, although so does practically everyone who works with the Starwritten Society.

See, Wilson is actually one of the people who were rescued from labs as children, but there are two things that sets him apart from others.

1. He wasn’t kidnapped at birth or after he developed abilities. He was literally created in a lab, which has led to a lot of self-doubt due to being raised to believe he wasn’t “natural”.

2. The Society aims to rescue all powered children from labs as soon as possible, and since many of them are kidnapped at a young age, they try to get them out at least before they turn 10. Wilson wasn’t found until he was a bit older than 17.

He wasn’t even given a name while he was in the lab. He was just “Project Firebird”, with abilities including fire and heat manipulation, as well as immunity to those two things, plus flight and enhanced strength, speed, and stamina. Wilson was made for the sole purpose of being a weapon.

The person running the lab? An absolute fucker of a man named Alastor Killigan. Him? I cannot put into words how much I hate him. He just really fucking sucks, and not in a “loveable bastard“ way. I honestly wish I could physically teleport into my daydreams just to set this bitch on fire.

Anyway, he’s running this whole operation. He’s got guards, he’s got other scientists who he may or may not have blackmailed into helping him, he’s got people who work for him. And this isn’t the first time he’s done this. That’s right, Grey isn’t the first time he’s tried to weaponize a kid. He got caught by the Society last time, but escaped, and now he knows that he has to keep moving around constantly.

So the first 17 years of Grey’s life were just constant training and experiments and tests and moving around and being raised to believe that he was a literal monster and wasn’t worth anything if he wasn’t a weapon. Fucked up, right? But, see, the Society had no idea he existed. They found the lab kids through keeping tabs on recent kidnappings and disappearances. Grey wasn’t on any of those lists. The only people aware of Grey’s existence were Alastor and the people working for him.

In fact, the Society only found him by chance. They managed to track Alastor’s location and find him to arrest him, and they found Grey while they were doing that. There was a huge fight, but Alastor lost, and Grey got rescued. Things were looking up.

Because the Society legally adopts all the orphaned kids they take in, Grey needed a name. He also just needed a name in general. The lady filling out the papers told him he could just pick something, and he panicked. He wasn’t used to being allowed to make his own decisions. There was a plaque on the wall with a list of people who’d been top agents in the past, and he just read one of those.

Grey Wilson.

So, y’know, that‘s why it says he was a top agent in 1937. Just a heads up.

Have I talked about the Society’s different departments yet? No? Maybe I’ll do that later, but anyway - one of the divisions is basically therapy, because some of these kiddos have severe trauma and need help. Grey worked with a woman named Mags for a few years, and then started training for the High-Risk Rescue department. He was taking charge of his own future! Yayyyy!

Oh yeah and then Alastor escaped - again, and Mags went missing on the same day and it was presumed Alastor killed her on his way out, and Grey hasn’t seen either of them since. He’s been working in the Society for about 22 years now, trying to make sure that nobody goes through what he has. He decided early on that he didn’t want to use his abilities again, ever, and it’s become his personal secret, with very few people knowing.

#paramay #paraportal #my paras #my paracosm #paracosm: The Starwritten Society #Para: Hollister #Para: Fox #Para: Wilson #Para: Kennedy #tw homophobia #tw suicide #tw death mention #tw murder #tw arson #tw gun mention #tw abuse #Oh boy I just realized the picture of Tom Hiddleston from my first Paramay post is the header photo #for the whole tag now #well ain’t that fuckin embarrassing lol

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jesus-in-a-life-boat · 6 years ago

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Queen Survey Results

The results are finally here!!! They took forever to summarize, but I’m finally done. Some of them were obvious, some were rather surprising. Enjoy!

Favourite member

This one was interesting. The results kept changing drastically over the week and I became curious myself. But the final winner of our hearts is...

Roger Taylor

With 213 votes!!!

Next were John (170 votes), Brian (169 votes) and Freddie (154 votes). 25 voters couldn’t choose between these four amazing humans and went with “I don’t know”.

With mind-blowing drumming skills, a sharp wit and the ear-piercing voice, Roger sure is a beloved man. And that’s without mentioning his good looks: beautiful like an angel, yet sexy like a demon. Not half bad.

Favourite album

🏆A Night at the Opera: 182 votes

🏆🏆Sheer Heart Attack: 111 votes

🏆🏆🏆A Day at the Races: 85 votes

News of the World: 82 votes

Queen II: 69 votes

The Game: 36 votes

Jazz: 35 votes

Hot Space: 34 votes

The Works: 31 votes

Queen: 22 votes

Innuendo: 20 votes

A Kind of Magic: 11 votes

The Miracle: 10 votes

Made In Heaven: 3 votes

Favourite writer

All four members of Queen are gifted writers that created brilliant and iconic masterpieces. However, one member stood out and won with 278 votes. The winner is...

FREDDIE FUCKIN’ MERCURY

Ah, yes. Such moving and well-phrased words.

In all seriousness, Freddie’s writing had an insanely impressive range: from the operatic and powerful ballad “Bohemian Rhapsody” to the playful and romantic tune “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”, Freddie sure shows talent. Not every musician can take three different songs and turn them into one iconic bop.

Brian is the runner-up with 225 votes for his emotional and space-themed songs we all know and love.

John is in 3rd place with 115 votes. Us Queen fans love both his disco tunes and his rock tracks. The only thing that held him back from defeating Brian was probably “I’m happy at home”.

Meanwhile, Roger suffers a dramatic defeat with only 35 votes. I suppose “I’m in Love With My Car” backfired big time.

76 voters remain undecided. Can you blame them?

BoRhap view count

Once: 55 votes

Twice: 106 votes

Three times: 105 votes

Four times: 81 votes

Five times: 61 votes

6 times or more: 280 votes

I don’t know: 43 votes

Fanfiction

Fanfics are very common among Queen fans. How common? Let’s see:

I read fanfics: 607 votes

I don’t read fanfics: 124

Well, looks like the writers on Tumblr have a pretty large crowd. Just remember to reblog those fics, alright? Break the unfair like-reblog ratio and show writers respect!

LGBT+

The queer community makes a big portion of the Tumblr community. How big of a portion do they make of the Queen community?

394 voters are LGBT+. Happy pride month, folks!!!

220 voters are straight. Hello there!

117 voters are questioning their sexuality or gender. You are valid and we love you.

🏳️‍🌈

BoRhap rating

The film “Bohemian Rhapsody” was a huge success that drew people from every country and age to the Queen fandom. But it also causes many conflicts and controversies. What do Queen fans think on a scale of 1 (bad) to 10 (good)?

1: 2 votes

2: 3 votes

3: 6 votes

4: 31 votes

5: 40 votes

6: 75 votes

7: 144 votes

8: 186 votes

9: 122 votes

10: 122 votes

On an average, the movie scored 7.6 out of 10.

Freddie’s sexuality

Freddie’s sexuality is a sensitive and controversial topic that Queen fans argue about to this day. I have gathered the various claims and opinions into this:

Gay: 352 votes

Bisexual: 105 votes

I don’t know: 51 votes

I don’t care: 100 votes

I don’t know OR care: 123 votes

Hot space

Queen’s 1982 disco album “Hot Space” received both great and horrible reviews. What do we think about it?

“Hot Space” slaps: 575 votes

“Hot Space” sucks: 103 votes

“Hot Sapce” had a couple of good songs, but I don’t like it that much: 53 votes

Hight

Are you over or under 1.50 meters (5 feet)?

Over: 677 votes

Under: 54 votes

John’s nickname

Brian spells it “Deacy”, Roger spells it “Deaky” - how do you spell it?

Deaky: 546 votes

Deacy: 146

Both: 24 votes

Other answers:

Deacky

Diqi

Dicky

Jihn Richid Diqin (who hurt you?)

Deackqy

Deackyi

D-key

DiScO dEaKy

Favorite song

This question took hours and hours to summarize, but here are the fandom’s top 3 Queen songs:

3rd place:

Liar

I guess you guys love it so much, you can listen to it... ALL DAY LONG!!!

2nd place:

This lovely, emotional tune by Brian May is one of the fandom’s favorite songs. YEE-HAW!!!

And in 1st place...

Somebody To Love

“Somebody To Love” is an absolute masterpiece: beautiful harmonies, perfectly-fitting guitar solo, Freddie’s impressive voice, John’s creative bass line and the relatable lyrics make it one of their most popular songs.

Best bass

John Deacon composed many iconic bass lines that you can recognize right away. Here are the three best bass lines:

Another One Bites the Dust

Dragon Attack

Under Pressure

Best guitar solo

Brian may is a guitar genius. He has a one-of-a-kind guitar, an engineer’s mind and raw talent. You voted for many different songs, but here are the best Brian solos:

Don’t Stop Me Now

Brighton Rock (of course!)

Bohemian Rhapsody

Best back vocals

Queen are known for their epic harmonies. They make their songs powerful and emotional. Three songs in particular show this incredible feature.

Somebody To Love

In the Lap of the Gods (AAAAAAAAAAA)

Bohemian Rhapsody

Roger’s best falsettos (natural range, whatever. You know what I mean!)

As I mentioned before, Roger has a beautiful, high-pitched voice. His screams are an important part of many Queen songs. Which songs has Roger’s best “falsettos”?

In the Lap of the Gods

Bohemian Rhapsody

My Fairy King

Best concert

Queen’s concerts are a crazy sight to the eyes and a musical experience to the ears. Even today, Queen and Adam Lambert shock and entertain the world with their spectacular shows. Which Queen concert would totally rock you?

3rd place...

Live @ the Rainbow (1974)

2nd place...

Wembley stadium (1986)

And in 1st place...

Rock Montreal (1981)

Age

We have friends from age 13 to 65, but the average Queen fan is 22.2 years old.

Content

The Queen fandom offers many ways to celebrate and enjoy both the music and the musicians. How much do you contribute to the fandom?

I don’t make content: 361 votes

Art: 109 votes

Music edits: 18 votes

Photo edits: 103 votes

GIFs: 20 votes

Memes: 42 votes

Fanfics: 239 votes

Covers: 34 votes

Also:

Moodboards

Rare videos\photos

Video edits

Video montages

Collages

Wallpapers

Playlists

Headcanons

3D models

Me: Shitposting is not content.

That one person: I disagree with your exclusion.

Me:

That’s all, folks! This was super fun, I really enjoyed it. What do you think? Let me know in the comments. Thanks again for your cooperation!

#queen #brian may #roger taylor #freddie mercury #john deacon #deacy #deaky #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #queen survey

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jgthirlwell · 5 years ago

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2019 year in review

This year I also invited some friends and colleagues to reflect on 2019

JG Thirlwell

Composer Foetus Xordox Manorexia Steroid Maximus Venture Bros Archer

www.foetus.org

30 Albums of 2019 (although not all of them came out in 2019) Damon Locks & Black Monument Ensemble Where Future Unfolds (International Anthem) Le Grand Sbam Vaisseau Monde (Dur et Doux Caravaggio Caravaggio 2 & Turn Up (La Buissonne) Swans Leaving Meaning (Young God Records) 13 Million Year Old Ghost (Chaykin) Ben Frost Dark Cycles 1 & 2 (Invada) Sote Parallel Persia / Sacred Horror In Design (Diagonal) 33EMYBW Arthropods (SVBKVLT) Anna Meredith Fibs (Moshi Moshi) Kelly Moran Ultraviolet (Warp) Thom Yorke Anima (XL) Hildur Guðnad��ttir Joker Soundtrack (Water Tower Music) Lingua Ignota Caligula (Profound Lore) Igorr Savage Synusoid (Metal Blade) Oli XL Rogue intruder Soul Enhancer (Blo-onm) Red Fang Murder The Mountains (Relapse) Michael Kiwanuka Kiwanuka (Polydor) Richard Dawson 2020 (Weird World) Idiot Flesh Fancy / The Nothing Show / Tales Of Instant Knowledge and Sure Death (YouTube) Ikarus Echo / Mosaiasmic (Ronin Rhythm Records) Poil Sus / Mula Poil (Dur et Doux) Orange Goblin A Eulogy For The Damned (Candlelight) Nivhek After its own death / Walking in a spiral towards the house (Yellow Electric) Ni Pantophobie (Due et Doux) Andrew WK You’re Not Alone (Sony) Rustin Man Drift Code (Domino) Kishi Bashi Omoiyari (Joful Noise) Liturgy HAQQ (YLYLCYN) Croatian Amor Isa (Posh Isolation) Schnellertollermeier Rights / X / Zorn einen ehmer üttert stem!! (Cuneiform) Scandinavian Star Solas (Posh Isolation) Synth Sisters Euphoria (EM records) JPEGMAFIA Veteran + All My Heroes Are Cornballs (EQT)

Notable Concerts I went to dozens of concerts and events in 2019. Here are some of the most notable. All in NYC except where noted.

Jan 8 Matt Marks Tribute at Protoype Festival. Roulette Jan 19 Lemon Twigs MHOW Jan 26 Julia Wolfe / NY Philharmonic Fire In My Mouth Lincoln Center Feb 16 Lucretia Dalt Issue Project Room Feb 23 Willliam Basinski Ambient Church Mar 13�� Lou Reed Drones St John The Divine Mar 18 This Heat LPR + July 31 at Elsewhere Mar 20 Oran Ambarchi Fridman Gallery Mar 28 Fire! at Zurcher April 11 Aphex Twin Avant Gardner May 4 Zombi El Cortez May 11 Lawrence English Knockdown Center May 13 The Who + Orchestra Madison Square Garedn May 15 Alva Noto Metropolitan Museum June 11 Andrew Cyrille Marathon Roulette June 13 Christeene / Nastie Band Brooklyn Bazaar June 26 Simon Hanes National Sawdust July 27 Nick Zinner 41 Strings Rockefeller Center July 30 Flaming Lips / Lennon Claypool Delirium Capitol Theater Portchester Aug 2-4 Bang On A Can LOUD Festival Mass MOCA Notth Adams Aug 27 Pharmakon St Vitus Sep 5 JD Emmanuel Issue / First Unitarian Church Sep 18 Lingua Ignota St Vitus Set 21 King Crimson Radio City Oct 10 Melvins Warsaw Oct 19 Helm Cafe Oto Nov 1 Marc Almond Brooklyn Bazaar Nov 6 JPEGMAFIA Bowery Ballroom Nov 23 Caterina Barbieri Unsound Fest, Knockdown Center Nov 30 Knower Bowery Ballroom

Film & TV These films were flawed but resonated with me.

Chernobyl Ozark Once Upon A Time In Hollywood Joker Midsommar The Irishman Uncut Gems

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Matt Johnson

The The https://www.thethe.com/

Looking back on 2019 I decided to list a handful of political / alternative news websites rather than films, albums or books. In the UK the corporate media stooped to shocking new lows during our recent General Election campaign. Such dirty tactics are to be expected of conglomerates owned by the likes of Rupert Murdoch and his fellow right wing billionaires but this time around, previously ‘liberal’ outlets such as the BBC and Guardian also fully participated in the outrageous lies, smears and character assassination against the leader of the opposition Labour Party. The British population were now being forced fed the Establishment’s propaganda du jour from every possible direction. Personally I try to gather my information from as many alternative outlets as possible to contrast with the 24 hour corporate brainwashing we’re subjected to these days. I’ve listed just five sites from the dozens I regularly visit and although I certainly don’t agree with everything expressed on these sites I do feel that it essential that in supposed free and democratic societies we are at least exposed to a variety of viewpoints and opinions - rather than being trapped inside social media echo chambers in an Internet that is increasingly controlled and censored by sophisticated algorithms and where politically correct digital lynch mobs accuse anyone with an opinion that contradicts the official narrative of being a Russian agent! Anyway, a Happy New Year to you all and here’s hoping 2020 sets the new decade off in roaring style!

https://www.medialens.org/

https://www.truthdig.com/author/chris_hedges/

https://www.corbettreport.com/

https://thesaker.is/

https://thoughtmaybe.com/about/

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Tristan Perich

Composer www.tristanperich.com

Here is a rather random selection of 10 of my favorite tracks of 2019, mostly courtesy Spotify recommendations over the year...

Full playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6OUSFLqLsAwhRQRF44yxWN?si=r33XRUuGR_iIOZHg4thuyA

Lechuga Zafiro: Para Abajo feat Matmos & Seba TC https://open.spotify.com/track/2xMnSTIBNZ8AT6w6TdZyU9

Kelpe: A Year and a Day https://open.spotify.com/track/4ANoLzEjtGOBl5qCvEiLov

Shida Shahabi: All In Circles https://open.spotify.com/track/5qMnq88JPMJQ81x5szpN3t

The Vernon Spring: Strength of a Young Man https://open.spotify.com/track/0zQUqR1UcXoPRSrTt0WuPs

Dessert: Thunderbird https://open.spotify.com/track/5rAguSvXxyo5zBq9a5RQWd

Yves V w/ Icona Pop: We Got That Cool (Robert Falcon & Jordan Jay Remix) https://open.spotify.com/track/1lEtudJvZNiibWzXc5m4mh

Selena Gomez: Look At Her Now https://open.spotify.com/track/4yI3HpbSFSgFZtJP2kDe5m

Masahiro Sugaya: Umi No Sunatsubu https://open.spotify.com/track/43egCanD1UNNvoCo2K4veC

Konradsen: Baby Hallelujah https://open.spotify.com/track/6TBnYhxTzSiiVmMBjpZ3gH

Slow Magic: Girls (DJ Clap Remix) https://open.spotify.com/track/31Sdj7aF1h4emCJtkxdy1A

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James Ilgenfritz

Composer https://infrequentseams.com/

James Ilgenfritz's favorite witnessed events, by month:

Hilma af Klint: Paintings for the Future (January, Guggenheim) Anaïs Maviel: who is this ritual for and from? (February, Roulette) Roscoe MItchell, SPACE, Wavefield Ensemble (March, Park Avenue Armory) Blank Forms: Nadah El Shazly (April, Brooklyn Music School) Barre Phillips Solo (May, Zurcher Gallery) Heiner Goebbels: Everything That Happened And Would Happen (June, Park Avenue Armory) Zodiac Saxophone Quartet: Charles Waters, Ras Moshe Burnett, Claire Daly, Lee Odom (July, Scholes St) Tie: Judith Berkson: Partial Memories & Juho Laitinen: Robert Ashley's The Wolfman (August, Ostrava Days, Czech Republic) Zeena Parkins / William Winant / Ikue Mori (September, The Stone) Vinnie Golia / Bobby Bradford Quartet (October, Edgefest in Ann Arbor) LA Philharmonic: Wubbels, Macklay, Sabat, Smith, Perich (Los Angeles, November) Art Ensemble Of Chicago (December, Washington, DC)

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Carl Michael Von Hausswolff

Artist / Composer

https://cmvonhausswolff.net/

10 special artists of 2019 in no specific order: • Hildur Guðnadóttir - her film music • sunn o))) - their Life Metal and Pyroclasts albums • Ilpo Väisänen - his concert in Stockholm • Cindy van Acker - her choreographic work • Jónsi & Alex - their old Riceboy Sleeps album and 2019 tour • Swans - their leaving meaning album • Flowers Must Die - their Där Blommor Dör album • Bigert & Bergström - their climate awareness art • Vanessa Sinclair & Carl Abrahamsson - all their work during 2019 • Hans-Joachim Roedelius and Tim Story - their Lunz 3 album

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Ryan Martin

Label Boss, Dais Records

www.daisrecords.com

Richard Youngs & Raül Refree "All Hands Around the Monument" Sarah Davachi "Pale Bloom" James Hoff "HOBO UFO (v. Chernobyl)" Wojciech Rusin ‎"The Funnel" Caterina Barbieri "Ecstatic Computation" Solange "When I Get Home" Kali Malone "The Sacrificial Code" Deathprod "Occulting Disk" Vatican Shadow "Kuwaiti Airforce" Ben Vida "Reducing The Tempo To Zero" JPEGMAFIA "All My Heroes Are Cornballs" Dean Hurley "Anthology Resource Vol. II: Philosophy of Beyond" Sean McCann "Puck" Oren Ambarchi "Simian Angel" Tyler, The Creator "IGOR" Helm "Chemical Flowers" JAB "Erg Herbe" Emptyset "Blossoms" E-Saggila "My World, My Way" Jacob Kirkegaard "Black Metal Square" Boy Harsher "Careful"

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Weasel Walter

Composer/performer / label head https://weaselwalter.bandcamp.com/

2019 was far from my favorite year. Regardless, I managed to release not one, but two new double albums by The Flying Luttenbachers (as well as two European tours with the unit) in addition to the usual slew of improvised music gigs and releases, and co-ordinating and producing an archival release of vintage NYC weirdness (Ozone). I also rocked Mexico City with Lydia Lunch Retrovirus, played a ridiculous gig with Encenathrakh, and disbanded Cellular Chaos (for now, at least).

When I become obsessed (or re-obsessed with something), it usually leads to a ton of proselytizing Facebook status posts. Combing my 2019 posts, it seems that my musical obsessions this year weren't very highbrow. Ha ha ha. Yes, I'm super into Xenakis, Cecil Taylor and whatever else, but dumber music can supply great creature comfort, and I guess I needed that in large amounts, so that's what it was. Sometimes badass modernists have to take time out to stay in bed all day and read comics because it's a hard cold world out there.

Weasel Walter top 10 musical obsessions of 2019 1. Kid Creole and the Coconuts (1980-1985 era) 2. Redd Kross 3. The Saints "I'm Stranded" 4. Jane Aire and the Belvederes 5. Miles Davis 1972-1975 6. Khanate "Things Viral 7. Mandy Zone & Ozone "Live at Max's Kansas City 1981" 8. Mayhem "Grand Declaration of War" 9. Comedy Bang Bang Episode #554 w/ Middleditch, Sanz 10. Weezer "Pinkerton"

Weasel Walter worst thing about 2019

1. Windows 10

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C.Spencer Yeh

Composer / Performer https://twitter.com/cspenceryeh?ref_src=twsrc%5Egoogle%7Ctwcamp%5Eserp%7Ctwgr%5Eauthor

Ten live music highlights of 2019 - The Brandon Lopez Trio (Lopez/Steve Baczkowski/Gerald Cleaver) at Fridman Gallery, June 18 - DeForrest Brown Jr., Pennies From Heaven series at CONTROL, January 15 - Charmaine Lee, Nothing Changes at Saint Vitus, January 30 - Bloodyminded at Apartment 202, December 14 - Longmont Potion Castle live QnA, Spectacle Theater, March 23 - Joshua Abrams & Natural Information Society, Roulette, July 1 - Helm, Elsewhere, September 21 - Korn, Radiohead, Red Light District, October 26 - Mdou Moctar, Max Fish, September 1 - Mayo Thompson plays "Corky's Debt to His Father," Le Poisson Rouge, December 8

Speed round – five various still on the mind at the end of 2019 - Charlotte Moorman / Nam June Paik long sleeve t-shirt, Boot Boyz - Acacia leaf omelet and shrimp in sour curry, Jitlada, Los Angeles - Lynnée Denise, presentation for Omniaudience (Side Two) presented by Triple Canopy/Nikita Gale/Hammer Museum at Coaxial Arts, May 4 - PARASITE (2019) - ANIARA (2018)

Also, Spectacle Theater turns ten in 2020 and you should really come visit us.

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DJ Food

Artist / composer / DJ / curator

www.djfood.org

Music / podcasts: Pye Corner Audio - Hollow Earth LP (Ghost Box) Various - Corroded Circuits EP 12" (Downfall Recordings) Chris Moss Acid - Heavy Machine 12" (Balkan Vinyl) King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Fishing For Fishes LP (Flightless) Pictogram - Trace Elements cassette (Miracle Pond) Vanishing Twin - The Age of Immunology LP (Fire Records) Big Mouth podcast (various) (Acast) Beans - Triptych LP (Gamma Proforma) Roisin Murphy - Incapable single (Skint) Ebony Steel Band - Pan Machine LP (Om Swagger) People Like Us - The Mirror LP (Discrepant) Coastal County - Coastal County LP (Lomas) Adam Buxton podcast (various) (Acast) Ghost Funk Orchestra - A Song For Paul LP (Karma Chief) Jon Brooks - Emotional Freedom Techniques LP (Cafe Kaput) King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Organ Farmer (from Infest the Rat's Nest LP) (Flightless) Jane Weaver - Fenella LP (Fire Records) Polypores - Brainflowers cassette (Miracle Pond)

Design / packaging: Pepe Deluxé - The Surrealist Woman lathe cut 7" (Catskills) Various - Science & Technology ERR Rec Library Vol.2 (ERR Records) DJ Pierre presents ACID 88 vol. III LP (Afro Acid) Mark Ayres plays Wendy Carlos - Kubrick 7" (Silva Screen) Tomorrow Syndicate - Citizen Input 10" (Polytechnic Youth) The Utopia Strong - S/T LP (Rocket Recordings) Jarvis - Sunday Service LP (ACE records) Andy Votel - Histoire D'Horreur cassette (Hypocrite?) Sculpture - Projected Music 5" zoetrope picture disc (Psyché Tropes) Lapalux - Amnioverse LP (Brainfeeder) Hieroglyphic Being - Synth Expressionism / Rhythmic Cubism LP (On The Corner Records)

Film / TV: Sculpture - Meeting Our Associates (Plastic Infinite) This Time with Alan Partridge (BBC) Avengers: Endgame (Disney/Marvel) Imaginary Landscapes - Sam Campbell (Vinyl Factory) What We Do In The Shadows (BBC2) The Mandalorian (Disney+)

Books / Comics / Magazines: Beastie Boys Book - Mike Diamond & Adam Horowitz (Spiegel & Grau) Cosmic Comics - A Kevin O'Neill Miscellany (Hibernia Books) Electronic Sound magazine (Pam Com. Ltd) Moebius - 40 Days In The Desert (expanded edition) (Moebius Productions) Rock Graphic Originals - Peter Golding w. Barry Miles (Thames & Hudson) 2000AD / Judge Dredd Megazine (Rebellion) Silver Surfer Black - Donny Cates/Tradd Moore (Marvel) Help - Simon Amstell (Square Peg) The Scarfolk Annual - Richard Littler (William Collins) Wrappers Delight - Jonny Trunk (Fuel)

Gigs / Events: Vanishing Twin @ Prince of Wales Pub, Brighton Stereolab @ Concorde 2, Brighton People's Vote March 23rd March, London Wobbly Sounds book launch @ Spiritland, London Confidence Man @ The Electric, Brixton, London Mostly Jazz Funk & Soul Festival, Moseley, Birmingham Bluedot Festival, Jodrell Bank, Manchester HaHa Sounds Collective play David Axelrod's Earth Rot @ Tate Exchange, London School of Hypnosis play In C @ Cafe Oto, London Palace Electrics, Antenna Studios, London The Delaware Road, New Zealand Farm, Salisbury Breaking Convention closing party, Greenwich, London Jonny Trunk & Martin Green's Hidden Library @ Spiritland, Southbank, London Negativland / People Like Us @ Cafe Oto, London HaHa Sound Collective plays the David Axelrod songbook @ The Church of Sound, London, Sculpture, Janek Schaefer, Mariam Rezaei + the 26 turntable ensemble @ The Old Baths, Hackney, London Vanishing Twin & Jane Weaver's Fenella @ Studio 9294, Hackney Wick, London

Exhibitions: Sister Corita Kent @ House of Illustration, London, Augustinbe Kofie @ Stolen Space, London, Victor Vasarely @ Pompidou Centre, Paris, Mary Quant @ V&A Museum, London, Stanley Kubrick @ The Design Museum, London, Tim Hunkin's Novelty Automation Museum, London, Keith Haring retrospective @Tate, Liverpool, Nam June Paik, Tate Modern, London, Takis @ Tate Modern, London, Shepard Fairy @ Stolen Space, London, Damien Hirst 'Mandalas' at the White Cube, London, Bridget Riley @ The Hayward, London, Museum of Neo-liberalism, Lewisham, London.

#playlist #DJ Food #JG Thirlwell #C.Spencer Yeh #Weasel Walter #Ryan Martin #dais records #Carl Michael Von Hausswolff #James Ilgenfritz #Matt Johnson #The THe #Tristan Perich #2019 year in review

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sandriinehebert · 5 years ago

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1-17 xo

1. a song I associate with my muse’s personality

into the unknown from frozen (especially aurora’s version, which is superior). the whole mix of fear and hope and bravery and hesitation works. i know it’s cheesy and silly because oh wow frozen, so immature (i’m elsa’s biggest stan so obviously i must force frozen on my muse). it describes the state of transition she has been in the past few years, she takes risks, but she is still very doubtful yet something pulls her to greater things and encourages her to expose herself to her own vulnerability, even if the chances of being hurt again are high. she does not know how many more punches she can take before calling it quits and changing her opinions on humanity, but she feels like she has to keep on risking it all. on the surface, sandrine has this very flat dimension of unicorns and rainbows, but she has a lot going on in her mind & heart and this song tells it all.

(the rest is under the read more, i’m so sorry!!!!!! i’m so dumb! i also took most of the descriptions out or else this would have gotten realllll long!)

2. a song I associate with my muse’s past

sometimes you can’t make it on your own by U2 (is it obvious i love this song very much?) or time to say goodbye by andrea bocelli and sarah brightman.

3. a song lyric that describes my muse

“What do you want? 'Cause you've been keeping me awake Are you here to distract me so I make a big mistake? Or are you someone out there who's a little bit like me? Who knows deep down I'm not where I'm meant to be?”

4. a song that makes my muse sad

dark paradise by lana del rey.

5. a song that makes my muse want to dance

balam pichkari. so one day she got real bored and watched some old performances on the voice and stumbled upon a cute lil kid covering how deep is your love by calvin harris with a twist. she looked it up, and even though she has no idea what’s going on, this song will make her jump to her feet and dance at the first note. yes, she knows all the dance move of the girl and the guy she’s got a mean hip thrust what can i say! (is it cultural appropriation???? i’m so so so sorry if it is!)

6. a song that my muse always sings along to

everybody by backstreet’s boys (her favorite member is the dude with the tattoos, i forgot his name, but she’s always had a crush on him).

7. a song that makes my muse feel nostalgic

je suis là (me voilà) / here i am by bryan adams. she was like 15 when spirit the stallion of the cimarron came out but BOY DID IT CHANGE HER LIFE. we both prefer the french version, but i put both! the scene where spirit’s tongue gets stuck on the ice is big dumb sandrine energy.

8. a song that reminds my muse of their family

one, by U2.

9. a song that my muse might listen to when angry

he mele no lilo by mark keali'i ho'omalu from lilo and stitch. she doesn’t like being angry and will listen to something to calm her down.

10. a song dedicated to on of my muse’s ship

she’s never been in a serious relationship so i don’t have a ship to base it on, but since i loved the whole dynamic with erik apsley, i’m gonna go with wicked games by chris isaak. please note she was the one imagining all of their romantic potential, so she made a huge deal out of nothing and she’s in her feels whenever she hears this song.

11. a song that my muse would sing to their children

blackbird by the beatles.

12. a song that my muse would play at their wedding

or maybe lucky, still by jason mraz and colbie caillat (special mentions to glee’s version and performed by these angels). idk what’s up with her and jason mraz.

13. a song that my muse can’t stand

anything rap. anything justin bieber. anything céline dion in general. the song she really can’t stand is my heart will go on.

14. a song that makes my muse think of your muse

here comes the sun by the beatles. she’s the sun. she will melt his winter and expose him to sunshine even if he will turn into a vampire.

maybeeeeeee creep by radiohead, in the sense she really admires him and puts him on a pedestal because he’s everything she’s not and some lyrics fit like she thinks he’s so special but she also feels like she doesn’t belong around him. (i’m only going to link glee’s cover which is one of my top 5 songs of all time i’m sorry).

15. a song that plays while my muse trains/works-out

anything one direction, really! drag me down being her favorite.

16. a song that plays while my muse studies/works

disney movie soundtracks, especially frozen’s and tangled, and barbie the princess and the pauper’s soundtrack as well. she can listen to the nutcracker’s symphonies or to this melody from barbie and the twelve dancing princesses.

17. a random song from my muse’s playlist

love is a battlefield covered by the angel that is luke evans. i don’t even know why. because she longs for an intense love story? because luke’s voice is smooth like honey? because she’s tired of hearing the original version that her parents adore and luke offers the little twist she needs to appreciate the lyrics?

music meme

#memes.#answered asks.#melody.#(( thank you!!!!!!!! ilysm!!!!! ))#tony-lyckholm

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harrysmeadow · 7 years ago

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HELD - CHAPTER 10

// CATCH UP HERE // PLAYLIST // HARRYS INSTA // ERINS INSTA //

A/N - Oh my God, I updated!??! Less than a month after I posted the previous chapter!? It’s a miracle!

Thank you so much to everyone who sent me a lovely message about the last chapter, it was the most feedback I’ve ever had, and it really motivated me to write this chapter! I really hope you like it, and again I’d love to know what you think! My ask is open!

As always a special thank you to my gorgeous besties @islareeveswriting and @cuddlemusclestyles for all their help with this chapter, and general life advice. I love you both very, very much.

“Erin? What do you think of this one?” Harry called over to me.

It was a dreary Saturday afternoon, rain clouds had been hanging low, grey and threatening in the sky for hours, meaning Harry and I had continuously put off our shopping trip until we really couldn’t wait any longer. Even though we were supposed to be shopping for a present for Izzy’s birthday, we’d somehow ended up in the men’s section in Fenwick’s department store, and we had yet to buy anything for the upcoming birthday girl.

He was stood in front of a long mirror, twisting and turning each and every way trying to figure out whether the floral shirt he held in his hands would suit him or not. I stopped just behind him, looking at him in the mirror and smiling when his lips jutted into a pout, showing his conflicting thoughts.

“I like it.” I said confidently. “It suits you.” But then again, the boy could wear a potato sack and still look like he could grace the pages of Vogue.

“Are you sure? If I wear it tonight we won’t clash?” He asked seriously, spinning round to face me.

A laugh escaped my lips as I shook my head trying to reassure him. “I’m absolutely sure, Harry.”

Tonight would be the first night since arriving back for second term that my housemates and I, would be going ‘out, out’, and it was all thanks to Niall Horan. The boy was nothing if not persistent; for the past week or so my day would not have been complete without him asking or texting me about the night out that I had apparently promised to organise.

Even though I’d tried to put it off at first, after awhile I realised I could probably do with a night out with my friends. The first few weeks back had really got on top of me, and I was ready to not think about coursework and projects for at least one night.

After paying for the shirt, we left the shop hand in hand, making our way through the centre of town discussing idea’s of what we could buy Izzy. I knew I would be buying her another charm for her bracelet, but there needed to be something else.

“Oh! I know!” Harry suddenly exclaimed. “Sam text me the other day saying Josie and Chris were buying her a turntable, we should get her some old records so she has something to play on it!”

“That’s a great idea!” I gushed, but honestly with the way he was smiling, so clearly proud of himself with the idea, he could have suggested buying her socks and I would have agreed.

After a quick Google, Harry and I made our way to a small independent record shop just outside of the town centre. The shop front looked old and weathered, the pale blue paint that covered the window panes and door frame was faded and peeling away, and the rusty sign that was swinging above the door that said ‘Butler Records’, squeaked as it moved back and forth in the wind.

Stepping into the shop, the bell above the door chimed and it felt as though I’d been transported back in time. Posters of artists from all genres and eras covered the walls from floor to ceiling, and the faint scratching of a record finishing, sounded as if it was playing in another room not too far away.

Harry stepped out from behind me, making his way over to the large selection of records in the middle of shop. The table ran the entire length of the place, and was divided into sections; first by genre, then alphabetically.

“Do you think they have the Spice Girls!?” I beamed, as I trailed behind him and began to scan over the rows of records, hoping something worthy of a gift would jump out.

“Oh my God.” Harry mumbled, and I could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

“What!? You know Izzy loves them!” I exclaimed, struggling to understand why he didn’t share my enthusiasm for the classic girl power group.

“I know she does!” He agreed, stopping in front of a row and trailing his fingers down the edge, scanning over the labels until he found what he wanted. “I just can’t believe we find a place like this, that’s literally packed with every kind of music you could think of, and you ask for the Spice Girls.”

“They are a treasured British music act Harry, and you can’t deny it.”

****

Whenever I ended up at the end of a queue outside a club, I always regretted my life choices that led to that moment. I hated the cold. Why is it not acceptable to go clubbing in a jacket? Rosie, Nicola, Jamie, Adam and I, stood huddled together like penguins as we waited in line to gain entrance to Vision. Harry and Niall had already arrived, and I’d sent our groups drink order in a text to Niall with the hope that we could skip the line at the bar when we finally got in.

I jumped from foot to foot, rubbing my hands up and down my arms trying to keep warm in the freezing night air. The temperature hadn’t risen above single figures in weeks, but that obviously hadn’t stopped the group of freshers that were stood in front of us in the line, from getting dolled up in their short skirts and dresses.

I had entered and left that phase very quickly after getting to uni. I now prefered to take a ‘warm up nap’ before going out, instead of spending ages getting ready. I felt like I was wasting my time applying hordes of makeup that I wouldn’t want to take off properly at 3am when I came in, and I’d take comfort over style any day when it came to choosing an outfit.

I winced as I watched one of the girls in front of me twist her ankle in her stilettos while attempting to move over the cobbles.

“Remember when we made that mistake?” Rosie giggled in my ear, nodding her head in the direction of the poor girls whose wobbly legs made them look like Bambi on ice.

I looked down at my own feet, surrounded by a comfy layer of rubber and canvas, and thanked the heavens that we’d found fairly quickly in first year that Vision didn’t have a strict dress code, and that they’d let you in wearing tatty old converse. My gorgeous black heels that my parents had bought me for my eighteenth birthday, hadn’t been out of my wardrobe in months.

The line was slowly but surely moving along, the music from inside becoming louder as we got closer to the door.

“That is sickeningly cute.” Nicola huffed over my shoulder.

“What is?” I asked, confused.

“That.” She said, pointing to my phone in my hand where a message from Harry lit up the screen.

I’m still worried we’re gonna clash with me wearing this shirt you know. x

“Where did you find him, and how do I get one?” She joked.

I looked down at my outfit, a simple black slip dress with lace detailing around the edge, over a plain white t-shirt, (the first years might be able to stand the cold, but I certainly needed layers) before sending a reassuring text to Harry, that he had no need to worry about his shirt.

“She’s completely gone for him.” I heard Rosie mutter to Nic, as I dropped my phone into my bag.

The thing was, I couldn’t deny it. I was gone for him, or I was well on my way. Growing up with Izzy, Sam and Evie, I always found it easier to slink back and blend in, rather than fight for attention. But the way he looked at me made me feel so special, and wanted, like I was the only other person on earth. Sure he hadn’t kissed me, but I knew his reasons, and I knew that when the time came, everything before that moment would feel like nothing.

****

Weaving my way through the crowd, it didn’t take me long to spot Harry and Niall stood at the end of the bar; and as we neared them I was very glad to see they were surrounded by an amount of drinks that surely couldn’t have just been for the both of them.

“Hi!” I beamed brightly to the both of them when I approached them.

“Hi, Sweets.” Harry replied with a smile. “This is yours.” He said, grabbing one of the many glasses off of the bar and handing it to me. “Now, which is everyone else's?”

Harry had met all of my flatmates in the past few weeks, so I introduced Niall to my friends as everyone gathered round. Introductions were made, drinks were passed round, and the conversations started flowing immediately.

I stuck close to Harry's side, and wasted no time snaking an arm around his back, tucking myself securely into his side. It was my safe space, encased in his warmth, and his familiar scent surrounding my senses made me feel at home. I felt a soft kiss being placed to the top of my head, and even though the music was pounding, and conversation was flowing around us, it was like my senses tuned themselves to sync with him, as I had no trouble understanding the whisper he spoke to my ear. “You’re so pretty.” He uttered, and the butterflies that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in my stomach, suddenly burst to life as if they’d been set free from a cage at the sound of his voice.

“Thank you.” I replied, leaning up on my toes to present him with a peck on the cheek.

“Love the shirt Harry!” Rosie gushed, sneakily sending me a wink as she leant across us to grab her drink from the bar, and I didn’t miss the satisfied smile that took over his features.

“Thanks!” He replied, looking chuffed as he smoothed down the fabric over his front.

“You do look great. I told you not to worry.”

“I know.” He drawled, running his fingertips down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps and lacing his fingers through mine when he reached my hand. “But I knew you’d look gorgeous, and I would never want to show you up.”

I groaned deeply, rolling my eyes at his comment. He was unfairly charming. I tugged my hand from his grasp, playfully poking him in the chest. “First of all, you have got to stop doing that -”

“What!?” He shrieked incredulously.

“Being stupidly nice, and complimenting me all the time. You know I like you, you don’t have to try so hard.” I teased, trying to hold back a giggle, as he tried to figure out whether he should be offended or not. “And second of all, you show me up everytime I’m with you. I’m constantly a mess, and you look like...that!” I gestured wildly at him, trying to somehow convey that I thought he looked like a Greek God, without inflating his ego too much.

“You do realise the more you put yourself down, the more I’m gonna keep going on about how amazing you are.” He smirked, and I grumbled childishly, attempting to disguise how flattered I really was.

I didn’t have chance to retaliate though, as Niall very charmingly pretended to be sick over our exchange.

“You two are disgusting.” He chided. “Now, if you can manage to pry yourselves away from each other for two minutes, I’d like to get this night started right. With shots.”

****

Surprisingly the night went on without a hitch. I didn't drink enough to get absolutely mortal, but I was definitely past tipsy. Niall had been quite the entertainer, drinking enough for the entire group of us really. His traditional Irish dancing had gone down a storm, I don’t think I’d laughed so much in ages. I noticed Nicola taking a particular interest in his Irish charm, as she laughed wildly at his jokes all night.

We decided to call it a night when Niall started crying when he remembered he didn't have any turkey dinosaurs in the freezer at home, and Rosie (who was about as far gone as Niall) started crying with him.

The bitter chill in the air hadn’t lifted when we left the club in the early hours of the morning, but the warm buzz flowing through my veins was enough to distract me from the temperature. A dull throb was pulsating in my ears as my body readjusted to normal levels of sound.

“Erin! Do you know? You’re Harry’s hero.” Niall slurred, gesturing between us with a drink in hand that was spilling onto the floor, how he’d managed to get out of the building with it I had no idea.

“What?” I laughed.

“Harry told me about you ages ago.”

“Oh really?” I asked, nudging Harry’s side playfully.

“Yeah.” He muttered, grabbing at my hand that was poking him in the side.

“What did you say!” I asked excitedly.

“I told Ni-”

“-He told me that you’re the reason he plays rugby.” Niall spoke matter-of-factly, and interrupting Harry’s own explanation. My eyes went wide at his confession, shooting to Harry in confusion; yet he didn’t stop Niall from continuing. “He said if you hadn’t helped him with his technique or something one time when you were 9-

“13” Harry said with a roll of his eyes.

“-Whatever, said that he would have never got on the team at school, and that he wouldn’t be where he was now if ‘it wasn’t for Erin’.” He said bringing his hands up to form air quotes.

“Is that true?” I asked, suddenly feeling very sober, my voice barely above a whisper, but like always we had no trouble understanding each other, and he nodded in confirmation.

I didn’t know if it was the alcohol that had heightened my emotions, or whether I would have reacted the same without the substance, but I felt tears pooling in my eyes.

Although the memory wasn’t clear in my mind, I could recall a time a good few years ago in which Izzy, Sam, Harry and I were playing rugby in the paddock at the front of the farmhouse. It must have been one of the last times I’d seen Harry before we met again only about 2 months ago.

He’d kept hold of this memory under lock and key for years, remembering me as someone who helped him achieve something he’d always wanted to do. Everything seemed to snap into place in my mind; why he was so hesitant to move us along any further, even why we’d argued so much when we first met. He’d had me placed on a pedestal in his mind for so long, he didn’t want to lose me completely; or worse, find out I wasn’t the person he’d thought me to be. When I’d shown up at Christmas being the grand high bitch herself, trying to protect Izzy, it must have taken a lot for him to face me being so horrid when all he’d remembered was me being nice.

He needed this time to make sure that he’d been right about me all along, when I’d given him reason to think otherwise.

“Can I come back to yours with you?” The words slipped past my lips before I’d realised what I’d said.

“You want to stay over?” He asked bewildered.

Even though we spent so much time time together, and a lot of that time was spent with us curled up to each other sleeping, we’d never spent a night together, each of us always going back to our own homes before we could settle down to sleep properly. I’d never had a problem with it, always respecting how Harry wanted to do things, plus we hadn’t kissed yet, so staying over had felt like we were doing things the wrong way round. But for some reason, this tiny piece of knowledge, this small little nugget of a memory seemed to push me further to him.

“I don’t have to! I just..It doesn’t matter, I’ll go back with Rosie and Nic.” I sputtered, pulling away from him towards where the others were waiting for a taxi, before he grabbed my wrist and turned me back to him. “Erin, you can stay.”

“Are you sure? I want to do this at your pace, and if you don’t want me to stay I’m fine with it. It’s always your choice, Harry.”

“I want you to stay. Plus, I could use the help taking care of Niall to be honest.” He grinned.

****

Soft passes of air tickled my cheek as I woke up the next morning; that and the gentle rise and fall beneath me told me without me having to open my eyes that Harry had pulled me close while I was asleep. Not that I minded at all, I loved being close to him.

I knew he was awake, I could feel his fingertips dancing across my back in different shapes and patterns, each touch on my skin leaving sparks that filtered through my bloodstream straight to my heart. I sighed in content, snuggling further into him and basking in his warmth. Harry was always warm, which made me never want to stop cuddling him. He was surrounded by an aura of calm, that was entirely comforting and soothing, like all my problems disappeared into nothing when I was around him. I was pretty sure that with the amount of alcohol I’d drunk last night, I should have at least had a headache, but I felt nothing other than his hands on my skin.

“I know we take naps together all the time, but waking up with you like this feels different.” He whispered sweetly into my hair, obviously realising I was awake.

“Good different?” I asked, groggily, the full weight of sleep not completely lifted from me as I struggled to open my eyes all the way. “Very good different.” He assured me, placing a kiss to the top of my head that rested against his chest.

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks immediately at his words. Even though he was never shy with compliments, I found it hard not to get flustered. I think it was because I could almost feel the sincerity in his words. Harry only ever spoke with purpose, so when he told me I looked pretty, or that I was smart, or funny, his words held so much more meaning it took me a while to process.

As my fingers traced over the lines of black ink that were the beautiful tattoo’s on his arm, I thought back to last night, and how I was always able to see them out of the corner of my eye. When he’d held my hand and twirled me round as we danced, I threw my head back smiling with pure glee and adoration, I locked my eyes on the drawings on his skin so I didn’t lose my balance. When Rosie, Nic and I were having a gossip by the bar, and the boys were stood not too far away, probably laughing at one of Niall’s stories, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander to him. They trailed over his broad back that I clung to like a koala when we napped together, down his muscular arms that always held me so gently, and back up to his face, where as usual his gorgeous green eyes were ready to lock with mine.

“How come you never mentioned that story that Niall told last night?” I mumbled, suddenly remembering Niall’s drunken tale.

“I was wondering how long it would take you to bring that up.” He chuckled, and I shrugged. “I just thought you wouldn’t remember, and that I’d seem really weird because I had remembered.”

“I do remember! I think. But it’s not weird Harry, it’s sweet.” I cooed, bringing my fingers up to his forehead to brush away a curl that was about to fall in front of his eyes.

In that moment, I was convinced he was an angel. His gorgeous grin was glowing brighter than the morning sun that was peeking through the curtains, his green eyes were bright like jewels under a light in a museum, so fragile and precious, and his soft curls lay messily, but so elegantly framing his face. Yet of all the people in my life, I could think of no one more deserving of such beautiful features than Harry. His kind heart was reflected in the way his eyes could portray such emotion, and if it was true what they say about eyes being the window to the soul, I had no doubt that Harry’s was pure and beautiful; to me he was otherworldly, and I didn’t know what I’d done in my life to attract and deserve such beauty.

“Ok.” He smiled. “When do you think it was?”

I hummed to myself, tapping my finger against my chin while shuffling onto my tummy next to him, and propping up on my elbows to see him fully.

“I think, it was that day in summer, just before you and Izzy went back to school and I went back home. We were in the front paddock, because the grass was shorter and easier to run in than the back field, Sam always tripped on the longer grass when we played footie. Auntie Josie used to go mad about the stains on his jeans.” I laughed.

“Anything else?” He asked.

“I remember we were playing tag rugby, but that’s it really.” I admitted, feeling slightly ashamed that I couldn’t remember any more detail, but if the grin on his face was anything to go by, I’d say I’d guessed correctly.

I wondered how many other memories he had of me stashed away in his mind; sweet moments from the odd days we’d spent together as children at the farmhouse, passing glances out of car windows as my family and I left Holmes Chapel after a week long visit, or even just Izzy mentioning my name from time to time at school. I felt almost guilty that all I’d remembered of him back in December was his curly hair.

“You’re right, we were at the farmhouse at the end of the summer holidays.” He began, reaching out to twirl a lock of my hair through his fingers lazily, and I sighed happily at his delicate touch. “Iz and I were just about to go into Year Nine at school, so I was 13 and I knew when we went back I wanted to try out for the school’s rugby team. Sam and I had been playing all day, trying to practice and get better so I’d be more likely to get picked.”

I hummed in response, flopping myself back down next him again, and my brows furrowed as the memory became more vivid in my mind. Turning on my side to face him fully, really he didn’t look all that different to how he did all those years ago. With the soft grey duvet covering his broad chest and long legs, and the sprinklings of black ink that appeared every so often on his skin, the sleepy, pouty face that was so close to mine looked so young and innocent, it felt bad to want to kiss his rosy lips.

“But then you and Izzy came along.” He chuckled. “Insisting you wanted to join in too, and that girls are just as good at rugby as boys.”

“They are!”

“I know! You proved it that day anyway. You tackled me so many times I don’t know whether I was scared or in awe of you!” He laughed, and I could feel my cheeks heating as he recalled a younger, more confident Erin.

“You didn’t brag though, you were just playing the game, but afterwards you came over and told me that I was too slow offloading, and that’s why I always got tackled. You lined up Izzy and Sam on either side of me and helped me improve. I remember you stood off to the side watching us like a hawk screaming ‘NOW!’ whenever you wanted me to make the pass. I made the team that year, the year after that I was made Captain, and now, here I am.”

A moments silence passed between us as the weight of his words fell, heavy like fog that dropped on a winter’s night it had been building gradually until I could no longer make out anything around me. It wasn’t as though it was a grand revelation, it was a sweet and simple memory, but one that I hadn’t known I’d been a part of, and that held to much meaning to him. I was completely overwhelmed.

“Harry.” I whispered. Reaching out I traced my fingertips gently across his cheek, like I was making sure he was actually real. The warmth under his skin coloured his cheeks the most beautiful shade of pink, and I couldn’t help myself from letting my eyes drop to his lips that were that gorgeous colour too.

I wasn’t surprised when he began to lean forward, but I could see the nerves in his eyes, and the tension in his shoulders. In an attempt to ease his worry I let my own eyes flutter shut, and met him halfway.

His lips were soft and sweet as they brushed against mine in a gentle kiss, and my fingers laced themselves in the curls at the back of his neck as I attempted to anchor myself to him when I felt like I was floating.

Although the kiss was short, it was the sight of him when I opened my eyes that left me breathless; because he was just that. Breathtaking. Harry was beautiful, in every way possible, I’d been sure of that for a long time now, but the smile that graced his features in that moment was quite possibly the most stunning sight I’d ever seen.

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deanssexplorations · 5 years ago

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“There Was So Much Going On I Didn’t Always Know Who Was Between My Legs” (Three-Couple Dinner and Sex Party Part 2)

Ah, where to begin on this one? I recently blogged about my friend Calliope and me conspiring to throw a three-couple dinner and sex party, one of her big bucket list items. There was a bit of a back and forth to get the guest list all settled, but in the end we had an all-star line up. Adam and Jennifer, Eve, and my young, new friend Chuck would all be joining us at at the Airbnb Calliope had rented for the occasion. A lovely spot near the beach.

It was a great group, and I was confident it would be a great night.

After weeks of anticipation, the day finally arrived (this was last Saturday as it turns out). A last-minute flurry on our Kik thread saw Chuck again generously offering to bring whatever we needed, while Eve wondered if there was a pre-party because she was so ready to fuck, like now. Adam and Jennifer confirmed their wine selections. All was set.

Until Eve let us know, about an hour before the scheduled arrival time, that she had accepted an offer to hang out with one of her new friends, naked on the back of his motorcycle, while he and his buddies paraded, also naked on their motorcycles, down the streets of Santa Cruz. I guess they do this once a month or so. It was a bucket list item that Eve couldn’t pass up.

She told us to start without her and she wouldn’t be more than an hour late.

I got there a bit early and caught up with Calliope while we finished preparing and got the music set. Jennifer, Adam, and Chuck arrived on schedule, and soon we were enjoying delicious hors d’oeuvres (Calliope, remind me the name!), listening to our Mad Men-inspired playlist, and sampling the wonderful selection of wine Jennifer and Adam had brought. And the delicious Zinfandel that Tony and Michelle had donated in our honor.

That Michelle and Tony. So generous of them.

Appetizers led to dinner, a delicious three-course affair. Calliope started us with a bright fall salad, followed by pan-seared halibut and roasted potatoes, then a refreshing pomegranate-based dessert. Adam poured the perfect pairing for each course, and we enjoyed lively, sex-charged conversation throughout.

Eve texted updates, including a selfie of her and her guy friend naked on his Harley. Right around when we were finishing dinner she texted that she was outside the front door. Opening it, I saw that she was wearing a short, sexy black overcoat that showed off her fabulous legs. And bright red come-fuck-me stilettos. I offered to take her coat, but learned she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Did I mention I love how Eve rolls?

As Eve caught up with the plate we had saved for her we launched into an STI/testing/limits conversation (everyone was recently tested, no one was reactive, and we were very compatible in terms of limits and desires). I then launched us into a (single) round of Never Have I Ever, which I was planning as a bridge from dinner to the bedroom, having been stymied before by one too many awkward “who moves first” group dynamics. As it turned out, I needn’t have worried as everyone was a pro, or at least was very game, and all it took to get people going was a glance at my watch and a suggestion that we move to the sex part of the evening.

That said, we did learn that our 30-year-old, second-time-having-sex-in-a-group friend Chuck was the only one there who joined the Mile High Club. That in the midst of one of the most sexually uninhibited six-somes I’ve ever been part of.

Nicely done, Chuck!

Everyone stood up from the table, paired up and began kissing. Adam started kissing Calliope, Chuck was kissing Eve, and I was enjoying Jennifer’s tall stature and luscious lips. As clothes started coming off I discovered that the dress Jennifer had chosen that evening was equally apropos. It had a single tie, which when loosened opened the entire front of the dress, only to reveal that she too was wearing absolutely nothing underneath.

I guess Jennifer and Eve were fortunate that I hadn’t chosen strip poker as our way to ease into the bedroom.

After ducking out to prepare the adjoining bedroom (those candles were not about to light themselves), I took Jennifer by the hand and led her to the waiting king-sized bed (which Calliope and I hadn’t been entirely sure would handle all the bodies that night!)

Normally I’m pretty zoned in during sexual encounters, doing a good job paying attention to what’s going on around me, and I’m usually also good at reconstructing the chain of events. But this night was crazy epic, with a flood of sensory overload that made it impossible for me to keep track of all the details.

I know I started out by going down on Jennifer, which I had been really looking forward to. In the several times we’d played together, I’d only gone down on her once, and that was a learning experience as much as anything as I got to know her pussy’s hot buttons. I was excited to put my knowledge to work, and that excitement seemed to be contagious, as she started out with what seemed to be a very nice orgasm.

From there it starts to become a bit of a blur. At various points of the evening, I fucked each of the women, I went down on each of the women, and each of the women sucked my cock. Each woman paired up with each man in every imaginable coupling, and each woman played with the other women in some way, shape, or form. I am pretty sure they all went down on each other at some point, but it was beyond my ability to keep careful track.

It was crazy. It was wonderful. It was epic.

But even more than the individual couplings, of which there were many, the defining dynamic of the night was the multi-person group play, of which there was a copious amount. Our session lasted for about two hours (we started a little after 10:00 p.m. and wound down a bit after midnight), and for most of that time people were engaged in multiple simultaneous couplings. Just a giant pile of writhing bodies.

We would spend a few minutes in some particular configuration, and then people would fluidly, organically shift to the next position, to the next person. There were times I wasn’t sure whose ass was next to me or whose tit was in my hand (well, that’s maybe a bit of hyperbole but you get the point). And everyone was just as interested in giving as receiving. No one was neglected, even for a moment.

Or as Calliope said when we were texting the next day, “there was so much going on I didn’t always know who was between my legs.”

But even against the Caligula-like pastiche of naked bodies sucking and fucking, a few moments stand out. During dessert Eve told us she likes being restrained, to which Adam replied that he can bring out a rough edge if the situation warrants. We were taking a bit of a break about three quarters of the way through the evening when she invited him to restrain her while she tested his beast mode by trying to escape. Watching the two of them writhing around on the bed was crazy fun, with the added bonus that we got an amazing view of Eve’s gorgeous pussy and ass. (She did escape, but only because he suffered a small cramp in the tussle. We’ll have to do a rematch one day and see which wins out - the irresistible force or the immovable object.)

A second vignette came when someone - maybe Eve, spotted the candles burning in the windowsill and thought it would be fun to drip a little hot wax on each other. Eve dripped some on Calliope, and Chuck driped it on Eve’s chest and tits. She yelped a bit with each drop, but said it hurt so good and asked him to continue. I even did a drop just to see. It definitely had a bite.

Adam had to remind me that I (almost) made Jennifer squirt. I had been fucking her, then pulled out to start fucking Eve, when Adam saw Jennifer was at the edge and reached between her legs. With just the right touch, he helped push her over that edge to a gusher. She normally holds back because she can soak a bed - and occasionally has - but just the right stimulation in the right order, combined with multiple explosions earlier that night, all made it happen.

I should probably mention that I love how Jennifer rolls.

Another vignette, around that same mini-break, came when Jennifer and Eve left to get a drink of water, leaving the three men on the bed with Calliope. My motor was still going, and so was Chuck’s, so I asked Calliope how she would like to have three cocks all to herself. Now keep in mind that we are still working to give her her first MMF experience, so my proposal was to sort of bypass that and go straight to an MMMF! Calliope was more than game, and lay on her back while I fucked her, and she sucked Chuck’s cock and played with Adam’s with her hand. I suspect that particular memory will remain with her for some time to come.

I do love how Calliope rolls.

But maybe my favorite moment, even more than Calliope and her three cocks, came at the very end of the evening. We were winding down and Jennifer and Adam were talking about hitting the road when Chuck spoke up to mention that he had never had a double blowjob. Which he had asked me about during the run-up to the event, and I told him that the attendees would probably be delighted to give a young man a bucket list item. Jennifer and Eve gladly obliged while I luxuriated on the bed, enjoying the lovely embrace of Calliope’s lips around my cock. Probably my most indelible memory of the evening is watching him stand there in pure bliss as the two women knelt before him, taking turns enveloping his cock with their mouths while the other ran her lips up down his shaft and cradled his balls.

He told us it was so amazing that he couldn’t decide who to have suck his cock, and we told him that wasn’t his job to worry about, and to relax and leave everything up to the two lovely ladies.

Finally we did wind down, dressed (an easy task for Jennifer and Eve), and bid each other good night. I felt (slightly) bad about leaving the place such a mess - dishes still on the dining room table, hors d’oeuvres spread around the coffee table, the kitchen a mess, and the bedroom in shambles. But I knew that Calliope would be basking in the afterglow as she straightened up the next morning.

And I knew she would relish every moment.

[Post-script: in the days following the party as we we were exchanging memories, compliments, and pictures via Kik, Chuck let us know he had come down with flu-like symptoms and asked if anyone had been to China recently. No one had. Then Eve came down with it, followed by Calliope, Jennifer, and finally Adam. Only I - for whatever reason - had been spared. And it’s not for lack of kissing the other lovely dinner guests, I can guarantee you that.

As we were comparing notes and commiserating over everyone’s ailments (and by the way, it’s not coronavirus, at least according to the doctors Chuck consulted), Calliope pointed out that it’s possible to be contagious with the flu even when you feel great, adding that “everyone in my life has gotten the flu this year. I am the last to fall.”

Responded Adam, “But what a way to fall.”]

#ThreeCoupleSexParty #MassOfArmsAndLegs #AndCocksAndPussies #OrganicFluidSexualCouplings #Calliope #Jennifer #Eve #Adam #Chuck #Michelle #Tony

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foundcarcosa · 7 years ago

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cciv.

1. Predict what your life will look like a year from now. >> I doubt there will be much different about my life in August of 2018. Sparrow will undoubtedly have settled into a more permanent place of employment, so our quality of life may have shifted (in the financial sense), hopefully for the better. We’ll probably still be living here, so no major changes to my worldstate are predicted. Anything else, I can’t possibly predict with any confidence.

2. What is the nicest compliment you’ve ever been given? >> All compliments are good compliments.

3. What makes someone a best friend? >> I don’t have an answer for that. It varies from person to person, anyway. I get soulmate and best friend and life partner and the rest of those superlative hierarchical terms all confused, to be honest. --In which case, Can Calah fits all of them by default.

4. Are you young at heart, or an old soul? >> I have always existed in a state of temporal liminality, making all age-related terms erroneous.

5. How is your blog a reflection of yourself? What do you think people assume or know about you by looking at your blog? >> It’s a reflection of myself because I strictly curate things that appeal to me personally. I have dedicated this space to myself, to the expression of the innumerable facets of my being and their intersections, and it has performed ably in that capacity. And it’s funny you should ask that, because about an hour ago someone I know informed me that they tried to give someone they know a description of my blog and this is what they came up with: “I honestly don't fucking know, they either are God (tm) or wanna fuck God(tm) and probably would foursome The Diety of their choosing, Idris and Matthew Macone-whatever in the Matrix just for the aesthetic and the #thirst tag.” So I imagine that’s largely the impression I give.

6. Make a five song playlist that sums you up as a person. >> Death is the Road to Awe, Clint Mansell (from the soundtrack to The Fountain); Gethsemane, Vanden Plas (a cover of the Jesus Christ Superstar song); Starboy, The Weeknd; Break On Through (To the Other Side), The Doors; Blazing Star, Dethklok. There are a lot of songs that could contribute to a comprehensive profile of me as an [infinite singularity of] individual[s], considering I’ve been looking for myself in songs since I knew how to look, but you asked for five, so.

7. Do you have a Facebook? >> Yes. You’re welcome to add me on it. It’s largely stupid memes and me complaining about the most random shit.

8. What’s the most annoying thing about the person you like? >> Which one? (What kind of ‘like’? Be more specific.)

9. You ordered pizza last night, and have been looking forward to eating the leftovers all day. You go home and the box is still in the fridge, but someone has eaten all of it and it’s empty. What do you do? >> That’s impossible. First of all, Sparrow doesn’t even like the same kind of pizza I do. Second of all, she’s scatterbrained all right, but I am going to give her the benefit of the doubt that she wouldn’t leave an entire empty pizza box in our small-ass fridge. Try again.

10. What’s an inanimate object in your house that holds significance for you, and why do you find it so significant? >> The empty bottle of Baron Samedi Rum that sits on my desk holds significance for me (obviously, seeing as I never keep things that have no clear purpose, like empty liquor bottles). I bought it in New Orleans and it reminds me of O’Dim. It is perfect. (I’ll get rid of it when we finally move. After all, I won’t need these fragile pieces of home once I’m actually there.)

11. How do you look right now? >> Like a snack. (How am I supposed to answer this???)

12. What is one of your bad habits? >> Drinking, I suppose.

13. What were you doing at eleven last night? >> I think I was on tumblr, or some other part of the internet.

14. Are you sure that you were born in the right era? >> Does it matter?

15. You know at least one person named Michael. Tell me about him. >> He’s married to Sparrow’s sister, he studied film, he likes sour beer, and he used to be a skater. I don’t know much about him personally, it’s mostly just factoids that don’t knit together into a full picture very well.

16. You’ve got the TV on, but you’re not really watching. What channel is the TV on? >> I don’t do that. Sparrow is more likely to do that, and it’d probably be some HGTV show on Hulu.

17. What’s an inside joke you share with your friends? >> The first thing that popped into my head was #sunfuckers incorporated, honestly.

18. Name a song that never fails to make you happy. >> No song is 100% successful at that, obviously, but Blood Red Summer by Coheed and Cambria has a strong track record. Very bright, very vibrant, probably about something either horrific or sad (deceptively fun-sounding songs about interstellar war and sundered family dynamics and lost/broken love -- all amindst vague cosmic horror -- is kind of their thing, after all).

19. If you had to diagnose yourself with any mental illness, which would it be? >> ASD is my self-diagnosis.

20. Would you like to reconnect with any friends that you’ve lost contact with? >> I wouldn’t be opposed to it.

21. Name at least three things you could stand to cut out of your life. >> Whatever it is, I probably won’t be cutting it out of my life any time soon, so there’s no point in even pretending otherwise.

22. What is “normal”? Are you normal? >> I assume that the most practical working definition for ‘normal’ is ‘consistently compatible and compliant with the beliefs, morals, and behaviour systems of one’s society’ -- if so, I feign ‘normal’ with varying success. Mostly I am content with being a quiet but adamant outlier.

23. Biggest turn ons? >> Expansive and adaptable consciousness. Abnormally high levels of curiosity and mirth. At least two (2) tentacular appendages.

24. Do you practice what you preach? >> What I preach is usually integral to my being, so I can’t help but practice it. What I parrot is often a different story. (Parroting, I’ve found, is useful in the successful maintenance of a person suit. I don’t parrot much here, so don’t worry. It’s mostly for the benefit of people less fortunate in the cognition and analysis department who unfortunately have the ability to make my outlier life difficult.)

25. Would you prefer to live in a city, the suburbs, the countryside, or the mountains? >> I’d prefer to live in the Garden District of New Orleans.

26. Give me the story of your life in six words. >> It is without beginning or end.

27. Would you rather be alone doing something you enjoy, or doing something you don’t like with your best friends? >> I will always choose to be alone doing something I enjoy. Additionally, anyone who considers themselves a friend of mine would prefer I not do something I don’t enjoy simply for the sake of keeping them company.

28. Tell me something you think would surprise people. >> As a child, I was deathly afraid of thunderstorms. (My theories on this vary. Either way, my fear completely disappeared without fanfare sometime in adolescence; there is a memory I hold of being 13 and watching a summer storm in North Carolina with avid fascination, and suddenly thinking, Wait, aren’t I supposed to be afraid of this?)

29. Is your current hair colour your natural hair colour? >> Yes.

30. Why is your favourite band your favourite? >> My favourites are my favourites because they express things I keenly recognise and often do not have words for.

31. Name something that you miss. >> Her.

32. Share five goals that you want completed in the next thirty days. >> Um... I’d like to finish at least two more Loremaster sub-achievements on WoW, get my Norn up to at least lvl50 on GW2, watch the rest of Queen Sugar, finally nut up and watch Moonlight, and get my end of the Reddit/SyFy Gift Exchange done.

33. What do you do when you can’t sleep? >> Read, usually. Or watch some episodes of an Adult Swim show (or something equally low-commitment).

34. If you were told you were going to have three daughters, what would you want to name them? >> Whatever names come to me when I am holding them, or whatever names Sparrow wants to give them. What I hate is that you have to name them then and there -- I prefer the ritual of naming to be closer to toddlerhood.

35. How do you feel when someone says something mean/disrespectful towards your favourite band/musician? >> I don’t feel anything, usually. Being a Creed fan as a teenager has given me a blessedly thick skin towards that sort of thing, trust me.

36. What’s the funniest film you’ve ever seen? >> I really liked Life (the Eddie Murphy and Martin Lawrence flick), Caddyshack (it’s so fucking weird in that older-film sort of way but I lost my shit at so many scenes that I have to give it its due), and The Secret Life of Pets (I guess I’m the perfect demographic for that kind of ridiculousness). Oh, and Kung Fu Hustle. I know there are a few others but I forget them now. Comedy movies that really amuse me are almost harder for me to find than horror movies that don’t make me roll my eyes out of my head.

37. What’s your favourite children’s TV show/movie? >> My favourite children’s movies are The Pagemaster and The Prince of Egypt. The Neverending Story gets honourable mention just for being so damn iconic. My favourite children’s programming is The Amazing World of Gumball, Steven Universe, and some stuff I’m probably forgetting but trying to dig around in the pile of countless forms of media I’ve consumed over time in order to answer these questions is really not how I want to spend my night.

38. What do you do when you can’t sleep and you don’t have your phone? >> Why wouldn’t I have my phone, though...? I guess I’d get up and do something else.

39. What is your purpose in life? >> Whatever it is, I assume I’m fulfilling it.

40. What’s one thing you cannot live without? >> Aside from the “duh” answers, I will say mental stimulation and variety. I couldn’t live in solitary confinement with absolutely nothing to do, I’d probably lose it faster than the average (if I don’t figure out a way to kill myself).

41. Put the seven deadly sins in order of the one you commit the most to the least. >> Superbia, Acedia, Gula, Avaritia, Luxuria, Ira, Invidia.

42. What’s something that’s on your bucket list? >> Skydiving. Natch.

43. Have you ever been told you look like a famous person? If so, who? >> The only two famous people I’ve ever been compared to (to my face) are Grace Jones and Harold Perrineau.

44. Can you cook? If so, what are your favourite dishes to make? >> I can cook well enough not to starve. I haven’t gotten to a point where I enjoy cooking, though. Maybe one day.

45. What was the last decision you regretted making? >> Meh.

46. Whose opinion of yourself do you value the most? >> Can Calah’s. Sparrow’s, as far as corporeal human beings are concerned.

47. Anything that makes you angry? >> There is nothing that is consistently guaranteed to make me angry. I usually experience anger as a cumulative “last straw” kind of thing. Which can make it seem “out of the blue” to others, I realise. But at least it’s infrequent.

48. Age you get mistaken for? >> Anything from late teens to early twenties, appearance-wise. Online, anything from late teens to... mid thirties, I think.

49. When was the last time you paid for music? >> I think the last album I bought was The Buttress’ Behind Every Great Man.

50. Night or day? >> Both, please. And the spaces in between.

#surveysofsamedi

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ravenousarbors · 8 years ago

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get to know me tag meme!

I was tagged by @eivri but I only just now noticed two days late I’M SORRY OOPS (and I’m coding all this on my phone, weeps) BUT THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME~~ \○/

tag 20 people I want to get to know: @three-of-swords @hraap and uh. ANYONE WHO SEES THIS WHO WANTS TO~~~~! ☆

name: Nico

nickname: your god

gender: fluid, but most often male. Seeing people use male pronouns for me makes me happy because so few people acknowledge that part of me. (u///v///u)

star sign: Capricorn! Which is apparently a mergoat so that’s pretty cool. I’m fascinated with the awe-inspiring world that is the ocean, but I can neither swim well nor breathe underwater. Does this mean I won’t drown???

height: 5'7" last I checked (which was two years ago) but no one can agree… I prefer to say “taller than you”

sexual orientation: biiiiiiii as the night skyyyyyyy

hogwarts house: hufflepuff. Once upon a time, I joined Pottermore and was sad to be sorted into the badgers, known only for eating and…finders??? I wanted to be a hero, not a slob living in the kitchens, or that dead kid from Goblet of Fire. But then I read the welcome letter from the Hufflepuff prefect. Amazing people had been Hufflepuffs, INVENTORS, even! And AND! We have the fewest Death Eaters from our house of ALL THE HOUSES! Founder of Hogsmeade? Hufflepuff. And I guess everybody knows that Newt Scamander guy now. Seriously go read the welcome letter. We’re some of the nicest people you’ll meet. (And the prefect is the least pretentious.)

favorite color: cobalt blue and teal. Also when a rainbow of pastels are all grouped together in a flawless composition of adorable beauty. But I also love Fall colors, especially wrapped up in a scarf, sweater, and gloves… But blue is my favorite.

favorite animal: ooooh that’s so hard…uh. it’s tied between deer, owls, ravens, jellyfish, octopuses, and wolves. My favorite changes day to day depending on what gorgeous animal I am currently viewing. Trivia? When I was like nine it was white Bengal Tigers. I did a report.

average hours of sleep: lately? 8 to 10. When I’m working, I sleep anywhere from 5 to 8. But I’m jobless right now and a little depressed so ha ha ha ha ha…… ;;;

number of blankets I sleep with: eleventy. No, you don’t understand, we have two kittens who attack our toes at a moment’s notice. They will pounce and claw and wiggle their way up under the covers to get to our legs and then KILL US. I have a sheet and four blankets. Two of them thick quilts. But only one blanket I pull up to my chin; the rest are leg armor.

cat or dog person: cats. I used to be able to say both, but my mom’s husky is a hellion, completely untrained 8-year-old asshole that destroys everything you love. So now I’m coming to hate dogs. That’s okay though, I’m too chill for them.

favorite fictional characters: Allen Walker, Gansey, Ronan, Adam, Noah, Blue, Nico di Angelo, Karkat, the Cheshire Cat from the original book, Alice from Wonderland, Edmund Pevensie and Lucy Pevensie. Basically all people I relate to and/or aspire to be. In no particular order.

favorite bands/singers: My Chemical Romance, Owl City, and a bunch of indie artists I don’t know the names of. I love alt rock, dreamy shit, and folk indie. Lately my favorite playlist has been this Kid Loki playlist. I can’t get enough of it.

dream trip: all of Italy the PJO crew hit up in HOO. I wanna experience all of it right along with them, again, first hand. Like I’m reading the books all over again… Also, I have to see Venice before it goes underwater. One of these days, it will no longer exist. I also wanna go visit Shibuya with my parabatai and soul brother, @three-of-swords. There will be so many pictures.

dream job: I’m gonna be a private investigator in New York. I’d also like to do some voice acting and visual art work on the side. Mostly paint and graffiti work. All those cool detective shows–Psych, White Collar–that’s gonna be me.

when was your blog created? shit, idk. My first account was a couple years ago? I was still in college. Then two years ago I made deathcomesinallcolors for PJO and roleplay inspiration purposes. It just…snowballed from there. Side blog after side blog… This one I made after I finished TRC, so. Shortly after the Raven King came out?

current number of followers: 12. I’m PRETTY sure five of them are people? And you’re all AWESOME.

what made you decide to make a tumblr? I first started reading PJO when I was a senior in high school. Too little, too late. I was too old for Camp and too young for the world to take seriously. Once I hit college, I found tumblr. I just wanted to save and share cool shit. Then Maggie Stiefvater sent a raven to bite my earlobe off, and I fell headlong into TRC. Now here we are, in the shitland that is tumblr today. Who knew it would turn out like this. But I guess there are still some cool people. Mostly just good literature, though.

#thank you so much for tagging me avery!!!#i wanna talk trc with you you finished!!!!!#throws this into the ether #now i'm gonna go back to drawinf

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gowheretheheartis-blog · 7 years ago

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Week 3 In Class

Week Three In Class Exercise

· Why did you decide to come to tel aviv?

I decided to come to Tel Aviv because my dad was born in Israel and he is the only one out of his whole family that decided to move to the states so my entire family actually lives here in Israel. Some are in Tel Aviv, a couple are in Jerusalem, some are in Rishon, Herzliya and the rest are in Hadera. When choosing a place to go abroad, I actually didn’t even consider going somewhere else when I was deciding on an abroad place. It was Tel Aviv or nowhere. I also have a lot of health issues dealing with a range of food allergies, and a lot of back problems and so I felt like I needed to be somewhere very close to family. I also thought that it would be easier for me food wise to be in a place where I could eat so many things and not have to worry about whether or not it was cooked with certan things. Israel is very well educated on the gluten epidemic and it is something I have struggled with forever so I felt comfortable here. I also feel very safe and very at home in Israel so Tel was a no brainer.

· How would you describe your relationship to tel aviv?

Not to sound cliché but I feel like in a way I am engaged to Tel. I am not living here, but I also have been here so many times and feel so connected. Having family here has given me a complete advantage in feeling at home here. I feel so fortunate and lucky to have an Israeli parent and instill all the beauty of Israel in me. I am extremely close to Tel Aviv. I couldn’t imagine my life without it. See, this is the longest time I have ever spent in Israel completely on my own, especially in Tel Aviv. My grandparets live full time in Hadera and so I never really got to experience tel aviv to its core on my own, but now being here I feel like my relationship to Israel has evolved and I have such a deeper love for the place than I ever have before.

· What is your favorite place intel aviv so far and why?

· My favorite place in tel aviv is the beach. There is something about starting your day at the beach, enjoying the sunshine, some wine and food, and then staying there until sunset. Israel has some of the most intriguing and beautiful sunsets and it is so calming to sit and have a glass of wine and watch the sun go down. I also feel like it brings us together. There is nothing better than sitting on the beach with my friends that I have made here and just relaxing and having a good time.

· What is your least favorite place in tel aviv so far and why?

· I think Yafo is my least favorite. I have been to Yafo many times before in my life and for some reason I just never had a love for it. As close as it is to Tel Aviv, I just don't feel as warm and comforted there as I am in Tel Aviv itself. Besides the restaurants, I feel like there isn't much to do in that area and I would rather go to Neve Tzedek or Sorona if I am going to mainly do things in Tel Aviv

· What is your favorite Israeli coin and why?

· My favorite Israeli coin is the 10 shek coin because in America I literally hate coins. I lose them, I throw them out, or I throw them in tip jars. But here its so different, if I find any coin anywhere, I feel like a rich bitch. Even a 1 shek coin, I feel so cool to have a bunch of them but my favorite is the 10 because when im in a cab, or on a bus, or leaving tip, its intriguing to me to leave a coin that it worth so much and having a lot of them just means I have a lot of money at that point.

What is one song ( does not have to be Israeli) that you keep listening to and why?

In America, as well as here, I usually only listen to Israeli music. I grew up only listening to Israeli songs and I sing in Hebrew so I am very well educated on many artists from here and many different songs and genres. If I saw some of the artists that I listen to in Israel I honestly would be so strastruck and wouldn’t know what to do. I listen to a lot of Sarit Hadad, Eyal Golan, Shlomi Shabbat, Subliminal, Omer Adam, Moshe Peretz, and Maya Buskila. I listen to Keshelev Boche pretty much every day, and Aba Gadol both by Sarit Hadad. My Spotify playlist is basically all Hebrew so there isn't just one I keep listening to, its en entire playlist of different songs and different artists that I grew up listening to and some new ones.

· What do you most hope to learn during this time in tel aviv?

· I went through a rough patch in a relationship before coming abroad here. It took everything out of me and emotionally drained me. I needed to come to Israel at that point. I felt like I was trapped doing the same old thing over and over, going to the same places, eating at the same places, seeing the same people and I just needed a quick change in environment. I needed to be in my home away from home, my happy place. I came here wanting to learn more about myself. I wanted to learn kind of who I am, why I am the way that I am and kind of who I was as a person. I felt like at home, at my university I was suffocating and drowning in who I’m supposed to be rather than who I am when really I wasn’t even sure. I wanted to become more independent, which thus far I believe I have. Being here completely alone and traveling the world basically alone gave me a new found independent feeling about myself. I wanted to become more mature which I also believe I have in seeing that I do most things on my own and I can advocate for myself. I have never booked a plane flight completely alone before, I have never done a lot of things by myself before and I think through doing those things here, I have become more independent and more mature. I also just wanted to grow more as a person. I hope to keep growing on my own, becoming more independent, more mature and just being able to asses the quality of life here and everywhere and be happy with everything I have in my life. Before, I used to make the biggest deals out of the smallest things and I feel like after being here, people are so relaxed and they go with the flow so it makes me stop and think, why can't I be like that? Over the last 3 months, that has turned around dramatically. I am the most chill person now, I let things slide past me and don't make a big deal out of them and in return, I have lived such happy fulfilled days here. I hope to keep learning more ticks about myself and finding positive ways to turn them around.

· What advice do you have for others who leave home and or travel aborad?

· First off, GO TO TEL AVIV ABROAD. Second, the only advice I have is really think about all the things that you want to achieve going abroad. Don’t go because “it’s the cool thing to do if youre jewish at a big 10 school”. Do it because youre intrigued by the place you choose, and you wanna grow and be more independent and because you wanna dive yourself into a new culture and to make another place your own. Go abroad and leave home because you wanna expereicne the world, travel new places, meet new people, try new foods, just become an all around better person. Youll thank me in the long run.

· Deccribe an event that has happened since you arrived in tel aviv that you think you will never forget

· An event that has happened since I have arrived in tel aviv that I will never forget would have to be Purim. I have never been able to be here for purim and this year I was able to get the full up front experience with going to different clubs and events that we were dressed up and going to Marshmallo and the Lake dibur party with all of my friends and my family that was around here. I did a Shabbat dinner with my family and then went straight out to party and it was really an amazing experience and I don’t think ill ever forget purim here.

· Write your own question

· BONUS*:

· What will be the hardest part about leaving abroad in tel aviv?

· I think that the most difficult part about me leaving tel aviv abroad is leaving a home. This has always been my home. The students that are abroad here have either never been here or have only been here on birthright and have two American parents. I am 50% Israeli, I have Israeli blood and I have been here 13 times and have always considered this my home. I think being here for this long was a gift and dream come true and so I think that leaving the environment here and my family, and the culture and the food and the parties and the beaches will take its toll in the end. I am afraid of the last day of my program. I know now how I think I will be saying goodbye to my favorite place, and although I know ill be back again in just a few short months, I don’t think that I will be able to fully accept that my time here is over. The quality of life is so drastically different to that of America. The people are nicer here, the food is better here, the atmosphere it friendlier and warmer and everywhere you go feels like family. You cant go up to a friends door or strangers door in America and be welcomed with such warm open arms like you can here. I feel lik everyone is welcomed no matter where you go and treated like more than a friend but family and I think I will miss that the most. I have a ton of family here and a ton of cousins but my first cousins are still young. They know I live in America but they don’t understand the concept of time yet. They know I am here and everyday they ask that I come over to their house and I think when I leave, they wont understand how long ill be gone. They are 6 and 2 and a half and it breaks my heart to know I wont get to physically watch them continue to grow up. I just feel the happiest here and the most positive here and i feel like I'm not doing enough. A part of me wants to graduate and then live here for a year working and even IDF airforce i don't know. I am now a dual citizen here with an Israeli Passport which I should have had this entire time, but that makes me more drawn to staying here and we have 2 months left almost to the day... Leaving here will really be a struggle and I am not looking forward to it at all.

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billinghamn · 7 years ago

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2017 Nov - Phoenix TP Run: Day 4 - Sun 26 Nov 2017 - Phoenix to Philadelphia

It was a long day yesterday! I travelled across 9 time zones from Helsinki (+2) to Phoenix (-7), so jet lag was always likely to have an impact on my sleep patterns. Took a 5mg melatonin tablet last night to ensure I had a fighting chance. I slept pretty well - woke up once and managed to get straight back to sleep. Managed to get about 6 hours sleep in total.

The DoubleTree Suites at Phoenix airport is a fairly basic hotel. It's not the sort of place the Vickster would be happy staying at. But heck, it's cheap!

What I really needed at that point was a Starbucks, and there's not one close by to the hotel. Closest one is back at the airport.

I caught the shuttle bus at 5:30am - there were a fair few other people waiting - mostly old folk. The drive back to the airport took no more than 5 mins or so, and I was in to T4, heading down to the B gates for the TSA Pre-Check security queue, which was empty. Always nice to see!

Flight: AA1985 Equip: 757 Sched Depart: 09:54 Actual: 09:52 Sched Arrival: 16:34 Actual: 16:18 Takeoff: 10:14 Landing: 16:15

Checked in at the Admiral's Club Low B Gates, left my stuff and headed out to Starbucks which is located in the High B Gates area. Helped myself to a toasted crumpet back in the lounge, which was excellent.

This lounge is really nice. It's not massive, got decent facilities and has a nice view out on to the apron. Included a few pics below:

I headed to the far end of the terminal building (to Gate A30\) and started walking back along FitPHX, which is the walking trail through Phoenix airport. I think I put together a guide about it on my last visit here. It's a long old walk, but I needed the exercise!.

Whilst heading around I briefly popped in to the other AA Admiral's Club near the A Gates. This isn't as nice - it's not as open as the other one, but it's got all the same facilities.

Phoenix airport is a lovely place to be as the sun comes up. I didn't time my walk very well, so missed most of the deep orange colours over the mountains by the time I reached the High B Gates which have the best views of the sunrise.

The nicest terminal area is this one: near the D Gates. It reminds me a bit of Washington Dulles airport. The rest of the terminal feels a bit of a concrete jungle.

My first flight of the day (back to Philadelphia) was due to leave from Gate A26 - it's an older 757, but hopefully might just have power at the seat!

Left from Gate A26, and I ambled down fairly early, so that I could see something other than the lounge. I managed to get to the front of priority boarding queue and watched as others crowded around. It’s always entertaining.

Onboard into seat 1A, and it was an old 757-200 which is regularly used for flights to and from Hawaii, as I could tell based on the music being played as I boarded. I wish I was heading over there right now, (with the old girl)! It looks like the aircraft has had a refurb this year. This old US Airline aircraft now had leather seats - nicer than the old cloth seats. Just 3 rows of First Class seats on this aircraft. Looks ok, but still no personal IFE. It’s a bit of a lottery as to what facilities a particular AA aircraft will have.

Saw an interesting sight out of my window: a maintenance guy turned up on a trike, with a tool box fixed on the back. Wow – that’s a bit like seeing police patrolmen on bikes. Then 5 mins later, a second maintenance guy turned up. It was obviously a serious problem if we had two trike-based maintenance guys on the scene!

Ordered a Sam Adams as my pre-flight drink. The lady next to me is heading to Philly, and we both watched the Hawaii images on the TV screens and listened to the Hawaiian music with a little bit of envy. I did enquire about the possibility of doing a detour, but unfortunately the cabin crew didn’t seem to think that was likely.

The captain advised the flight time would be just short of 4 hours. We pushed back a couple of mins early, but he indicated that there was an ATC restriction which meant we couldn’t take off until 10:30am. In the end they allowed us to take off around 10:15am. So expectation was that we should arrive by about 4:15pm.

Take off was easy- there was a little bit of turbulence just as we lifted off, but nothing too concerning. I got some great views of the surrounding Phoenix area as we took off.

I was looking forward to lunch. I was offered two choices: a nicoise salad with chicken, and something else with something stuffed, so I went for the second to be a tad daring. In fact, I’ve still no idea what the second thing was but it was quite nice. I guess it must have been a veggie option. Something like a stuffed courgette. That was served with a king prawn starter with a tomato based sauce, which was pretty decent as well. Then finally a side salad with courgette, parmesan, some salad leaves and a dressing. Pretty decent tucker.

Wow, wow, wow. I have just tasted probably the most gorgeous airplane pudding ever! Tiramisu cheesecake. It was yummy. So much so, that when my dish was taken away, I had to tell the flight attendant about how good it was, and she provided me with a special extra slice! I’m obviously teacher’s pet! The second slice was just as nice as the first one.

Lunch over with and I have listened to two of my Spotify playlists. There’s 2.5 hours left to run, and I’ve got an ache in my left leg – no idea where that’s come from! I was looking forward to getting to Philadelphia.

I dozed for the rest of the flight, and I was pleased to see us coming in to land about 10 mins early. We arrived in to Gate A10. I could see the BA 747 due to take me back to London, just further along the terminal at Gate A16.

We left through door 1L rather than 2L, and I was off to the BA Lounge. Luckily that meant that I didn't need to go through security again. When I got to the BA Lounge I had a very pleasant surprise waiting for me!

#2017NovPhoenix #trips #nige #all

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