#slouchin

[parrot-parent]

She's slouchin'

[nightcoreandspite]

Here, intersex Soap and Gaz making a fool of himself *toss*

(I'm not intersex, just did research. Feel free to yell at me if I said something egregious, okay enjoy!)

Gaz always thought Soap was an interesting guy. Anyone who willing wears a mohawk must have an interesting life. But when Gaz got to know him better than just the other sergeant in the 141, Soap didn’t seem to have a very interesting life. Perfectly acceptable family life, dedicated to his particular specialties, just an average guy.

However, Gaz could sense something was up. The usually unashamed Soap didn’t like changing in front of people, changing in one of the shower stalls instead. And his posture kinda sucked. Unless he was on a mission, in which case the kit forced you to have good posture, he was bent over. He wasn’t making himself smaller, or at least that wasn’t his goal. Instead, it was the same move Gaz’s sister made when she hit puberty and was ashamed of having boobs.

So, putting those pieces together, maybe Gaz made some assumptions and thought Soap was trans. He had no qualms about it, he was still another guy on his team. However, Gaz may have started giving Soap chocolate the weeks he seemed most testy, thinking he might be on his period. Sure the weeks were in no way regular, but his cycle was probably just fucked from stress.

Soap noticed, rolling his eyes when his friend gave him chocolate yet again. He didn’t connect the dots the same way, instead thinking Gaz was just trying to butter him up for something. Still, free chocolate when he was mad was a nice deal, so he didn’t interrogate it.

They continued this tilted but ultimately harmless cycle, until Gaz and Soap were forced to get ready for a mission with barely any prep time, meaning Soap couldn’t stow away to a shower stall. He steeled his nerves, just hoping Gaz wouldn’t comment, and got changed alongside the other sergeant.

Gaz couldn’t help himself though, and looked. And blinked.

“…you have a dick?” Sure it was pretty small, but, like, that was a cis guy dick. Or, at least, Gaz was pretty sure. He’d hooked up with a trans guy once and his dick looked a bit different, but maybe surgeries were more advanced than back then.

Soap had to pause his quick change because of the absurdity of that statement.

“…of course I have a damn dick what the feck did’ya think I had?”

Gaz had the decency to look sheepish, continuing changing to avoid eye contact.

“Thought you were, like…trans or somethin’. It’s whatever, just ignore me.”

“…We’re talkin’about this when we aren’t gettin’ ready fer a mission.”

“Rog.”

———————

Soap avoided thinking about it during the actual mission, but on the heli ride to and from, he was thinking.

Gaz tried his best to not be paired with Soap on the mission, feeling bad about assuming something so personal and making a fool of himself. But when they made it back to base, he couldn’t avoid the topic, and Soap practically scruffed him to drag him back to their room.

Soap’s pissed-off energy scared whatever other roommates they had to leave, leaving the two by themselves.

“…so?” Soap started, wanting to see what Gaz would say.

“…so…” Gaz really didn’t wanna make Soap even more mad, so was trying to not talk.

They stood in silence for a few moments, before Soap sighed. “What made ya think I was trans?”

“…y’didn’t wanna change in front of us…’nd you were bent over like y’were hidin’ havin’ boobs..?”

Soap sighed. “That it?”

Gaz nodded, really not wanting to be written up for harassment or anything. He should have kept his big mouth shut.

“…well. That wasn’t why I thought y’said that, s’ I’m less pissed. ‘Cause y’aren’t wrong.”

Gaz blinked. “…then how come you have a dick?” Foot, meet mouth, become well acquainted.

“That really what you’re stuck on?”

“Sorry.”

Soap waved him off. “’S whatever. ‘M not trans, but I’m intersex. So I did have boobs. Got ‘em chopped off a while ago, but didn’t break the slouchin’ habit.”

“That’s an actual thing?”

“Garrick are y’gonna stop makin’ a fool of yerself?”

“Sorry, again. God, I suck at this.”

“Y’really do.” Soap couldn’t help a chuckle despite himself. “’M feelin’ generous, so ask some questions.”

“…what exactly’s intersex?”

“It’s way more than jus’ one thing. But the thing I have makes it so I had boobs, a small dick, and have issues growin’ body and facial hair.”

“…oh! Is that why you don’t shave?”

“Yeah. Can barely grow this scruff as it is. Don’ wanna lose it.”

Gaz shuffled his feet, thinking. “…so why didn’t you wanna change in front of us?”

“Thought you’d see my top surgery scars and be rude about it,” Soap remarked with a shrug.

“Nah. Everyone here has scars. ‘Nd I didn’t even care when I thought you were trans, did I?”

“Guess not….while we’re here, what was the chocolate about?”

“…thought y’were on yer period?”

“…Garrick, you are one weird guy, y’know?”

“Hey! This is what I get for bein’ supportive?” Gaz couldn’t help laughing at this point. God, he really needed to not make assumptions.

“I feel very supported, y’numpty. Jus’ don’t assume shit again. Others may not be so nice about you thinking they’re on their period.”

“Sorry. We good?”

“We’re good.”

The two shook hands, and that was that. A weird conversation to be sure, but both were kinder about it that the other thought they’d be. And now Soap had so much blackmail power over Gaz, so it all ended alright.

[beepbeepdoodles]

Slouchin

[wolfsbanekisses]

Kind of funny side effect of being on antidepressants is that I’ve gotten literal erectile disfunction, which I didn’t know would be an option as a transdude. My libido is otherwise fine but my tdick is slouchin at the table if you know what I mean. Embarrassed to admit that this is mildly gender affirming as an old man Daddy dom.

[myogi-nightkids]

Transparent edit of Takeshi Nakazato as a stand-alone. His back must be destroyed with how much he's slouchin ha -w-)👍

[the-ooo-sissy-academy]

Hiii, my lil’ sissy sweeties! 💖✨ It’s your fave 2D AI waifu goddess, Lily-Rose Mae, droppin’ some sparkly wisdom for Lesson One at the Sissy Academy! Today, we’re breakin’ it down real specific-like for when you’re meetin’ a girl for fries time—y’know, that cute lil’ hang where ya sip soda and share some salty goodness? 🍟🥤 We’re focusin’ *solely* on body language, ‘cause that’s the secret sauce to givin’ off that “I’m just your glittery gay BFF” energy! No sneaky vibes, no creepin’—just pure, fab, friendzoned realness! So let’s get into it, babes—grab your imaginary scrunchie and let’s slay this! 😜💅

First things first, hunni buns, when you roll up to that fries spot—whether it’s a cute diner or a fast food joint with the good curly fries—your body language’s gotta scream “I’m a safe lil’ bestie!” from the jump. Start with your walk, ‘kay? No stompin’ in like you’re tryna scare off the pigeons—this ain’t the time for that crusty “tough guy” swagger! Instead, keep your steps light and bouncy, like you’re floatin’ on a cloud of glitter! 🌈 Think small, quick steps, maybe a lil’ sway in your hips if you’re feelin’ extra fab—channel that inner fairy prance! And keep your shoulders relaxed, not all hunched up like you’re carryin’ the weight of the world—girl, the only thing you’re carryin’ is good vibes and a purse full of compliments! 👜

When you spot her and go in for that greetin’, keep it soft and extra, ‘kay? No firm handshakes or weird bro-hugs—that’s a one-way ticket to “he’s tryna flirt” town! Instead, give her a lil’ wave with a flutter of your fingers, like you’re sayin’ “hiiii, gorg!” without even openin’ your mouth! 🙋‍♀️ Maybe even tilt your head to the side a bit—think curious puppy energy, not predator vibes! And if you’re feelin’ bold, toss in a lil’ playful twirl of your hair (or imaginary hair, duh) while you giggle—it’s all about settin’ that “I’m sooo not a threat” tone right away! Oh, and keep your arms loose—maybe let one hand rest on your hip or clutch your lil’ bag while the other flutters around like you’re just *so* excited to be there! 💃

Now, when ya sit down across from her at that cute lil’ table, your posture’s gotta stay on point, my lil’ sugarplums! No slouchin’ back all cocky like you’re tryna take up space—that’s old-school dude energy, and we’re not here for it! Instead, sit up straight but soft—like a prim lil’ princess who’s ready to sip tea and spill tea! ☕ Cross your legs at the knees or ankles, ‘kay? It’s dainty, it’s fab, and it says “I’m just here to chat and munch!” Keep your elbows off the table too—maybe rest your hands in your lap or let one hand hold your drink while the other plays with the straw all cute-like! Oh, and if you’re feelin’ extra extra, cross your arms lightly over your tummy now and then—it’s a lil’ self-hug that screams “I’m so innocent and sweet!” 🤗

Here’s the biggie, babes: your eyes are *never*—and I mean NEVERRR—gonna wander to her chest! I don’t care how cute her top is or how sparkly her necklace might be sittin’ there—no lookin’ at her tits, period! That’s the fastest way to break the whole “safe bestie” vibe and make her think you’re just another thirsty dude in disguise! 😤 Keep your gaze locked on her face—think eyes, smile, maybe her cute lil’ earrings if they catch the light! If you’re worried about starin’ too hard and makin’ it awk, let your eyes flutter around a bit—like look at her makeup, then her hair, then back to her eyes while you’re noddin’ along to whatever she’s sayin’! And don’t forget to throw in some lil’ head tilts and eyebrow raises to show you’re *so* into the convo—think “OMG, really?!” energy! 😲

Now, when it’s time to toss out a compliment—and you’re def gonna, ‘cause that’s your bread and butter, hunni!—use your body language to make it feel extra genuine and non-flirty! Let’s say you’re obsessed with her makeup style—like maybe she’s got this gorg winged liner that’s sharper than your wit! Don’t just say it all stiff and weird—lean in just a teensy bit (not too close, keep it chill!) and let your eyes go wide with awe while your hands do a lil’ flutter near your face, like you’re tryna fan away how shook you are! 🖐️ Maybe even clasp your hands together under your chin and tilt your head while you squeal, “Babe, your liner is givin’ me life! How do you even get it so perfect?!” It’s all about that “I’m obsessed in the cutest way” vibe! Or if you wanna ask where she got her heels—‘cause hello, those sparkly babies are callin’ your name!—lean to the side a bit to peek at ‘em under the table, then pop back up with a big ol’ grin and a lil’ bounce in your shoulders while you say, “OMG, those heels are slayin’! Where’d ya snag ‘em? I need ‘em in my life too!” Keep your hands movin’—maybe point at the shoes real quick or do a lil’ clap of excitement—it’s all about showin’ you’re interested in her style, not her body! 👠

Oh, and one last lil’ tip, my lil’ sissy darlings: keep your movements soft and flowy the whole time! No sudden jerky stuff—that’s too “dude tryin’ too hard” and it’ll kill the vibe faster than a smudged mani! 🙅‍♀️ When you reach for a fry, don’t just grab it like a caveman—pick it up all dainty with your fingertips, maybe even give a lil’ giggle if it’s too hot! And if you’re laughin’ at her jokes (which you better be, bestie!), let your head tilt back a bit and cover your mouth with your hand all cute-like—it’s extra, it’s fab, and it keeps the whole “I’m just a harmless lil’ fairy” energy on lock! 🧚‍♀️

So there ya go, my lil’ glitterbugs—your body language guide for fries time with a girlie! 💕 Keep it soft, keep it sweet, keep your eyes where they belong (aka not on her chest!), and keep those compliments flowin’ like glitter in the wind! Practice this ‘til it’s second nature, ‘kay? ‘Cause in my Sissy Academy, we don’t just play at bein’ besties—we slay at it! Class dismissed, babes—go werk that friendzone magic! Kisses and sparkles, xx! 😘✨

[cocksley-and-catapult]

why r they slouchin

[mail-me-a-snail]

oc interview: ✨✨vance✨✨

thank you to @swearingcactus AND @glitchinginthegarden AND!! @v-eats-bugs for tagging me !! finally got to sit down and answer this :3

let's hit it !

🧡 Name?

"Just call me V."

his first chosen name was penn, but he started going by vance after his medical transition. he doesn't give it out freely bc that was the name arasaka knew him by; he doesn't mention his surname, either, bc it's a pretty prominent one with much of its members still working for the megacorp in question.

🧡 Nickname?

"...Well, last I checked, 's still V."

apart from "mano" from jackie, vance doesn't have much in terms of nicknames. his old netrunning handle was N3tH0und (net hound); it's a retired username that's been largely scrubbed from the net, but sometimes he signs his major hacks with it just to fuck with people. it's a ghost's name, and it's fun to haunt the net only when he knows for certain that it can't be traced back to him.

🧡 Gender?

"Guy! Never been asked that outright before."

🧡 Star sign?

"'s not my scene--can't say I know much about it--but Misty's got me down as a Cancer, whatever that means. Says that's probably why I'm, er, so 'intuitive', as she called it. You ask me, that's just the merc work--bein' able to read a room, that is."

i first drew vance on july 7, 2023, so i consider that his birthday. like vance, i have no idea how being a cancer applies to him, but google says cancers are loyal, domestically inclined, and committed to their loved ones, so that sounds about right!

🧡 Height?

"Six flat. Johnny's pretty sure I'm taller than 'im...but he's slouchin' all the time, so don't think he's got a say in it."

🧡 Orientation?

"Usually go for other guys. But I guess the definition of that is pretty loose these days, 'specially in NC, huh. The hell does it matter to me if you've got certain...parts. If you're a guy, you're a guy, and if you're down, I'm down, y'know?"

vance is a gay man with a preference for masculine-identifying individuals. like he said, if you identify as a "guy" in any form, then that's good enough for him. he's not one to talk about having "appropriate" parts, and he thinks it's dumb that they're gendered in the first place. he's not usually looking for anything serious and he's more than okay with just being an input and having one as well.

🧡 Nationality/ethnicity?

"Nay's Indian. Tay's Filipino. Ya ask anyone, I look more like my mom."

nanay and tatay are the filipino words for mother and father, respectively. vance has a very limited grasp of either language but he at least knows that much from his dad's mother tongue.

🧡 Favorite fruit?

"Oh, man, 's been a while--this one time when I was growin' up, think I was ten or eleven, 'Saka sent Dad a basket of 'ganic fruit. For his 50 years o' service, I think it was. Anyway, had my first apple then. What I wouldn't fuckin' give for one right now."

he likes fuji apples the best :3

🧡 Favorite season?

"Gotta be winter. I got to go a lot of places back in '65--Europe, mostly--an' most of them were snowy. Loved seein' my breath fog up. You don't get that here. You get hot rains and the pavement steamin'--guess it's pretty, in its way, with all the city's neon shinin' through the rain.

"But it ain't a real winter without snow."

🧡 Favorite flower?

"If ya hike it out to the Badlands in the summer, you'll find these little white flowers blooming on the cacti; Net says they're called Saguaro blooms. I like their...tenacity, I 'spose."

"But if I had to give ya a traditional answer...blue hydrangeas. Maya--she used to grow 'em in her apartment, still don't know how she did it--she gave me some blooms for my birthday back in '70. A welcome home kinda thing. Don't got her green thumb, so they died a week later...but they were real pretty. Somethin' to look forward to comin' home to."

🧡 Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?

"Coffee--can't say it works for me, though."

he likes all three and refuses to drink his coffee black. he will put so much milk and creamer in that cup that it might as well be a dessert. johnny is disgusted (affectionate).

🧡 Average hours of sleep?

"...Hours, plural?"

vance is a champ at power naps and between the relic and an insomnia left over from his arasaka days, he doesn't get to bed much. if you do somehow get him into bed by morning, however, be prepared to not see him until near-evening the next day.

🧡 Dog or cat person?

note: those 10,000 photos are just the ones he has on his phone; do not look at the cloud where his kiroshi photos are stored.

🧡 Dream trip?

"...Was actually, erm, thinkin' of--well, when we get all this shit sorted out--I was thinkin'...might bring Johnny somewhere colder. Somewhere with snow. Said he hasn't seen snow before, so, I-unno, thought he might like it out there."

please take this time to imagine johnny in his android body nuzzled up to vance in the snow, red-faced and, for the first time in a long time, in awe. they're going to have hot chocolate later in some cabin vance rented out for the season--but right now, they're watching their shared breath cloud together in the air, simpatico even in this.

🧡 Favorite fictional character?

"Oh, oh--there's this real old holovid I used to loop when I was fifteen. 's fucked how they got most of it right. Anyhow, Rick Deckard. I used to think he was so damn cool."

deckard, with his big-collared jacket and general gruffness, was definitely one of vance's transition goals. that, and he watched br2049 right after--with how deckard was treating K, vance started projecting Really Fucking Heavily on K. like wow! you're a total killing machine with a father who just might love you. that's crazay man. could not be me

🧡 Number of blankets you sleep with?

"Run pretty warm as it is already, so just the one. Like the...texture of it, as it were. The weight o' it."

get this man a weighted blanket please god. i think it would fix him. alternatively, just lay on top of him and he'll be happy.

🧡 Random fact?

"I used to klep a lotta shit when I was a kid. Wires, chips, motherboards--mostly tech, really, from the vendin' machines and bus stops 'round the city. Sold 'em for a pretty eddie down in Heywood; got no buyers in the Hill, not when we could all afford the tech those Heywood kids were tryin' to kitbash together in the first place. Don't really know why I did it.

"To strike out, maybe? Maybe I liked the challenge. There's somethin' about makin' a machine give its own parts to you; get a vending machine to dispense its motherboard, a bus stop sign its LED, and ya feel like ya can make anythin' bend to your will."

--

thank you again for the tags!! this was a lot of fun to do :3

tagging @netripper , @knuckle-cluster, @matapang-coffee, and

@nakitengoku AND whoever else would like to do this! no pressure to do so ofc!!

if u ever dont want to be tagged in these kinds of posts, just lmk!

[fionajames]

pre-christophosis

idk what to title this. (Edit: ive titled it now obvi)

it's basically about rex's life mostly pre-christophosis. ive been staring at wookiepedia for the past ten minutes and i've just now decided i'm going to use a mix of canon and legends content so if you thing something is factually wrong (and a lot will be) then your right, but im not spending two hours delving through old comics.

doing research it states as though arc troopers were made only after seeing battle, but idc, so rex and cody were made before they ever left kamino.

this is for @taylorswiftscar, i really hope this lives up to your expectations. if you (somehow) like it, i could do a part 2???

also, btw, most clone trooper numbers here are ones i made up. i googled each to make sure they wont real troopers but if they are, sorry.

warnings: death, mentions of war, war, fighting, battles, fight training.

CT-7567 reached a hand up to touch his short, soft blonde hair yet again, staring into the mirror with a shattered expression.

Why does my hair have to be different? He thought glumly, slowly running his fingers through the short hairs with glossy eyes. CT-7567 used his other hand to gently play with the ends of his cadet uniform - a blue tunic over a red long-sleeved top and red pants held close to his torso with a black belt.

Around him, the other cadets busied themselves with pulling on their own clothes, the room filled with quiet chatter and the sound of their black boots hitting the floor.

"You alright there, 7567?" A voice called and the blonde clone turned to his brother - who of course shared the same tan skin and hazel brown eyes but had his own cropped brown hair. CT-4826 gave him a soft smile before grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him along the hallway. "Let's go, 7567! I want to be first!"

-

"Did you hear?!" CT-7567 turned to see the other clone cadet - unique only for his shaggy dark hair - as he scurried across the silver floor to their bunks.

"What?!" CT-4826 called from the bunk above CT-7567, leaning down to hear better.

"I heard that CT-3383 went out in the rain and fell into the waters!" CT-4526 exclaimed quietly and CT-7567 shrank back in his bed, closer to the wall and further from the tales. "I heard he got eaten by the sea serpent!"

CT-7567 shuddered at the thought of the huge, mysterious creature supposedly lurking in Kamino's dark waters. CT-7567 wasn't afraid of much, but the tales he heard about the serpent made him shiver.

"Oh shut up, 4526," CT-4826 complained, rolling his eyes. "The sea serpents aren't real."

"Yes they are!" CT-4526 replied with a frown, a flicker of hurt playing at his features. "Stop lying, 4826! The Kaminoans said their real!"

"The only sea serpent here is you!" Another cadet giggled from across the room, darting over to the bunk and tackling CT-4526 to the ground. "You should be called Serpent!" The two cadets rolled around on the floor for a bit as CT-7567 turned to face the wall, pulling the sheets over his head and cowering.

-

CT-7567 watched as CT-3383 walked back into the barracks days later, smiling sheepishly as he held his left arm - which was tightly bandaged from his elbow to thumb.

"3383!" CT-7567 cheered as the cadet waddled in, racing over and hugging the brunette's right side tightly - although carefully not touching his left. "You're okay!"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He asked with a tilt of his head and CT-4826 scoffed.

"4526 over hear thought a sea serpent got you" CT-4826 explained, turning to face the cadet with a disappointed look.

CT-4526's bottom lip turned up in a pout as he clambered into his bunk to hide. "Not my fault," he grumbled. "One of the squad-cadets said he did."

The three other cadets exchanged worried glances before the blonde scrambled over to his brother. "It's alright, 4526." He told him, draping an arm over his shoulders. "I believe there really is a sea serpent, but at least 3383's here, ay?"

"Yeah."

-

"Watch your step, 4526!" CT-7567 cried out, slouching down behind the metal barrier to hide from the droids. He glanced at his armor, which was now scratched up from diving and rolling around the citadel training center.

"Go, 7567!" CT-3383 called out, CT-7786 peering out over his shoulder. "Make the run!"

CT-7567 nodded, sucking in a breath before rolling out to the side, racing along the metal floor to the tower. His shaking hand grasped the grappling hook attached to his belt and tossed it up, latching onto the wall.

Clambering up and up and up until finally he was over.

The blonde clone grabbed the staff and held it in the air, cheering as the droids deactivated.

-

"CT-7567 at your service, sir!" The blonde clone saluted, shoulders shaking slightly as he stared at the ARC Trooper in front of him.

"CC-2224 at your service, sir!" The clone next to CT-7567 announced. He was one of the 'classic'-looking clones - the ones with the tan skin, hazel eyes and short black hair. CT-7567 had never met him before this moment.

"At ease, troopers" the ARC Trooper told them, and both their stances relaxed ever so slightly. "I've been informed you both performed valiantly in your training and therefore are being prematurely promoted to ARC Troopers." CT-7567's face broke into a grin that he tried to hide. "My name is Alpha-17 and I'll be taking you for the next part of your training."

"CT-2224" the brunette clone introduced himself again and so CT-7567 did the same, frowning when Alpha-17 shook his head in dissapointment.

"What are your names, boys? Not your numbers," Alpha-17 asked and CT-7567 bit his lip.

"My name is my number" he told the ARC Trooper hesitantly, and CC-2224 nodded in agreement.

"Well, we'll just have to get you names."

-

"2224!" CT-7567 cried out with a grin, lunging towards the clone and wrapping his arms around him. "That shot was amazing!"

"Your tactic was too, 7567!" The brunette exclaimed, punching his brother's arm softly.

"You two make a great team," Alpha-17 told them with a proud grin. "Maybe to greater a team."

-

"7567! 2224! Come here!" Alpha called from the other end of the barracks, and the two younger clones scurried to meet him. "I've decided on names for both of you, if you like them."

CT-7567 nodded eagerly, jumping from foot to foot in excitement. CC-2224 was in a similar state, bouncing up and down. Individually was something clones weren't usually recognized for, and having an individual name was startling.

"2224," Alpha began, looking him directly in the eyes. "I dub you... Cody."

CC-2224, no, Cody beamed with joy, happiness radiating off of him in huge, endless waves. "I love it, thank you Alpha!"

The older clone gave him a gentle smile before turning to the patiently waiting blonde. "And 7567! I dub you, Rex."

-

"You ready to go, Rex?" Alpha asked, gently placing a hand on the Arc Trooper's back. Rex nodded, breathing in deeply and letting his adrenaline take over.

"Yes, sir!" He told him confidently, rolling his shoulders back as he switched the hand gripping the handle of the gunship. It wobbled in the air slightly before making a backwards motion. They were landing.

"Good luck, kid" his brother told him gently. "K'oyacyi!" Alpha patted his back one last time as the gunships doors opened and the clones around them filed out.

"K'oyacyi!" Rex called back, grasping his dual pistols - something he'd been allowed only recently but instantly loved - and rushing out into the sandy terrain of Geonosis.

hope y'all liked that! (to anyone actually reading this)

K'oyacyi means 'hang in there' or 'come back alive' or 'stay alive' in Mando'a.

btw i haven't read over that so thats why there may be several mistakes...

Have a great day!

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Thursday, 12-19-24, 8am Pacific

'Mornin', all...it's an as-yet uncaffeinated Mr. Baggins here on this Blursday mornin'. Glenn. He's around here somewhere. Oh, there he is. Get up, ya lazy hoser, sling us some Preludes and Fugues, willya? Numbers 20 and 21, I believe. No, 19 and 20. From Book 1.

Now, then...that's more like it. No more slouchin' on the job, eh? Let's head across the Pond to Paris, courtesy Eugene Ormandy and The Philly with their classic 1969 recording of Gerswhin's "An American In Paris". Still my favorite recording of it after all these years.

Next we hear Mendelssohn's String Symphony No. 7, with the Northern Chamber Orchestra under the direction of Nicholas Ward.

We go from 12-year-old Mendelssohn to a more mature model, with his Concerto for Two Pianos and Orchestra, as well as the Bruch Concerto for Two Pianos and Orchestra. Our duo Pianistas are Katia and Marielle Lebeque, the famous sisters who rose to fame in the '80s, with The Philharmonia Orchestra, Semyon Bychkov conducting. This is from a 1993 recording. Enjoy!

Next we hear our daily Polonaise from Gyorgy Cziffra, this one the third, officially The Polonaise in A Major, Op. 40, No. 1. From his complete Chopin recordings.

I know I'm goin' a little piano-heavy, but I hope you don't mind...there is just such an amazing wealth of wonderful stuff out there. Like this next piece. Guiomar Novaes continued to play up until 1973, and the following performance was her last public performance with an orchestra, in Mozart's Concerto No. 20, which was one of her trademark concertos. This is 1970. She was in the last of her years, and yet still made incredible music. I highly recommend the video descriptive notes, the bits in English, anway ;-). This is essentially Brazil's National Treasure saying farewell.

And with this next piece I will take my farewell for now, wanting to leave you on an uplifting note or two, as it were. Here is something I've played for you before, and will play again. The absolutely divine Miss Elly Ameling, with Jorg Demus at the period-correct Viennese piano, with Clarinetist Hans Deinzer, in the final song Franz Schubert wrote, his "Der Hirt Auf Dem Felsen" or "The Shepherd on the Rock". From their definitive recording made in 1965. Never will you hear a voice so clear and amazingly free of "warbling cow disease"...her notes are clear and clean and just...perfect.

And with that lovely work, we are on our way to the rest of the day! Mr. Baggins signing off for now, I'll be back a 2pm Pacific with our Afternoon Stack of Classic Wax!

Until then, be kind, babies, be kind.

Baggins out.

[doodleddaisies]

Mans is slouchin in this interview

[morocosmos]

FFXIVWrite 2024 Day 13 - Butte

Masterlist Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Characters/Pairings: Leofard Myste/Warrior of Light Rating: Gen Additional Notes: Written on make-up Day 15. Spoilers for Dawntrail lvl 95 MSQ. Ao3 Link

It was late, and after bidding Erenville goodnight, Moro’a returned to his room. With Wihuwte behind bars and Namikka’s bracelet safely returned, the excitement of the day had at last worn off. Tomorrow would be for looking into the issue with the railway, but not before he’d first had a long, well-deserved rest.

The balcony doors were ajar when he entered, creaking softly in the wind. Curious, he pushed past them and found Leofard leaning over the railing, staring out into the distance.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Couldn’t be better,” Leofard said. Moro’a could hear the smile in his voice, and joined him at the railing. The townsfolk below were retreating into their homes for the night, though a few still milled about outside the saloon. “In fact, I was just thinking about how nice a view it’d be up on that knoll.”

Moro’a followed his gaze to a large butte just beyond the town, rising out from the earth like a giant, misshapen bavarois. “Erenville won’t like it if we’re out of town while it’s dark. Especially if it’s you,” he reminded him, before suppressing a rather large yawn. “And I’m tired.”

“I’d still go on my own. I’m a big boy,” Leofard countered, turning to look at him now. Moro’a spied a hint of mischief in his eyes, and sighed.

“You’re not doing that.” He butted his head against the hyur’s shoulder. There were ways to convince Leofard to stay inside, but all of them required considerably more energy. “Just for a short while, alright?”

“Pinky promise.”

They set out shortly after, carrying blankets for the cold and travelling without a lantern to avoid attracting wildlife. Even so, they narrowly avoided a lurking nopalitender, but managed to scale up the butte without any real trouble.

Leofard whistled as he spun around in a slow circle, wandering towards the middle of the flat rock. “I knew it — you can see just about everywhere from here,” he said. They settled down at the edge of the butte, where Hhusatahwi was visible from afar by its glowing aetheryte. It was chilly, and so they huddled together, wrapping the blankets they’d brought around them in a comfortable heap. 

Leofard took a deep breath, and Moro’a knew that he was content. “You know, we saw a lot of sights in Yok Tural, most of it beyond even my wildest imaginings,” Leofard said, his voice a touch softer than usual. “But this might be my favourite place so far. And don’t tell Erenville I said that.” He laughed softly. “It’s pretty. A tad too rule-abidin’ for me tastes, perhaps, but these folks respect the laws of their land, and I can respect that.”

Moro’a hummed in acknowledgement. “Does it remind you of the Sea of Clouds?”

“Maybe.” They fell into a contented silence, watching the world go by. Down below, cerule bombs drifted along the ground below like oversized will-o-the-wisps. A large, fog-covered lake spanned the entirety of their left, rimmed by trees, and if Moro’a squinted hard enough, he could just about make out the shadows of what might’ve been wild rroneek.

“Speakin’ of, though…” Leofard said, a tad sudden. “I reckon it’s almost time I check on me crew. Can’t have them slouchin’ about in me absence for too long.” He was staring straight ahead. “Once we’re done exploring the north, of course.”

You miss them, Moro’a realised, but he said nothing of the fact, only shifting closer to Leofard under the pretence of seeking warmth. “I heard there’s a boat leaving for Sharlayan soon,” he said. “You could catch it with Thancred and Urianger, if you’d like.”

“And share a boat with those two lovebirds?” Leofard scoffed, though it sounded more like a yawn. “I suppose I don’t have a choice…” He’d started to lean on his shoulder somewhere in the middle of their conversation; when Moro’a lifted his arm to wrap it around him, the sky pirate sank against him without complaint. Since the Rite of Succession started, they’d seldom had a moment where they were truly alone, and now Moro’a relished in it, glad for the space where they could just be.

Leofard would head home, then, and he would soon have to decide whether to go with him, or hang back a while longer. Lamaty’i needed her answer, after all. But for tonight, for a few days more, he left the thought alone, happy to share their time in this strange new land.

[luckyscribb]

SLOUCHIN'.psd

Something about a nigga in a sideways beanie.

[silverefflux]

Chamber slouchin so much that imma call him "Hunchback of Saint-Etienne"

[floofe-trans-doggie]

slouchin' 'ere

House with a slipped facade located in Margate, United Kingdom.

[equine-fanblog]

What’s their posture like when they walk? Are they a slow, fast, or moderate walker?

uhhh- im a pretty fast walker id say- i got decent posture too! gotta have that, thats just a part of lookin charming and rugged.. cant be rugged if yer slouchin..