#Bluurgh

[in1-nutshell]

How would the lost light crew react about human reader throwing up on them by accident ?

The amount of possibilities with this prompt! Might revisit it in the future to add more! If you have more bots in mind please let me know. These characters were picked at random since you did not specify.

Hope you enjoy!

Tailgate, Rodimus Prime, and Brainstorm’s reaction to Human Buddy throwing up on them on accident

SFW, platonic, mentions of puke but nothing graphic, Human reader

Tailgate

Tailgate had sneaked in an alien fruit to Buddy on an off-world expedition. He felt bad for Buddy not having fresh food and having to eat from the boring looking containers.

He saw the fruit in an alien market that was titled organic friendly. To be fair, the fruit itself looked like one of the fruits Buddy had shown him.

An apple, was it?

Well Buddy thought that Tailgate had found the apple at a human friendly shop. So, they ate it.

That was not an apple.

The next they knew; they were puking their guts out all over Tailgate’s pede.

“BLUURGH!”--Buddy

“OH PRIMUS! BUDDY, BUDDY WHATS HAPPENING!? EVERYONE MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!”--Tailgate

“What’s going on panic—AAAAHHH!”--Whirl

Tailgate literally runs past him sweeping him off his pedes.

Meanwhile with Cyclonus

“…Somethings wrong…”--Cyclonus

Tailgate is screaming and crying. He thinks he poisoned Buddy and now they are dying. He is breaking down walls trying to get to the medbay.

By the time he gets to the medbay Buddy had puke all over their face and some on Tailgate’s servos. He doesn’t care at that moment; his priority is Buddy right now.

Ratchet has to take Buddy aside while First Aid and Ambulon calm Tailgate down.

Tailgate apologizes profusely after finding out that the fruit made Buddy puke. He is now very wary of any food that Buddy consumes judging them if they are safe for his friend to eat.

Buddy cleans Tailgate’s servos as an apology for puking on him.

“Hey Fleshy I heard you puked your insides on Panic Button here.”--Whirl

“Yeah I—”--Buddy

“What do I have to do to see that?”--Whirl

“What!?”—Buddy and Tailgate

“Don’t even think about it Whirl!”--Tailgate

Tailgate running down to halls with Buddy in his servos followed by Whirl.

“There is no escape!”--Whirl

“Tailgate go faster!”--Buddy

Meanwhile with Cyclonus.

“…Something just happened…”--Cyclonus

Rodimus Prime

Rodimus didn’t believe that Buddy got carsick.

They can travel through space just like everyone on board and not get sick.

What’s the difference?

He secretly wanted to drive Buddy around on a joy ride like the ones he saw on Swerve’s earth movies. He wants to try and replicate the moves from ‘Fast and the Furious’.

He got his chance to drive Buddy one night.

Swerve’s was having yet another party for its grand reopening. The party was great and all, but Buddy was getting sleepy and decided it was best to retire for the night.

Rodimus saw this as his chance.

“Don’t worry Buddy, I’ll get you to your habsuite!”--Rodimus

“Oh, thanks Roddy—Wait what are you doing!?”--Buddy

“Giving you a ride! Now hang on!”--Rodimus

“WAIT RODDY NO!”--Buddy

“HAHA isn’t this—”--Rodimus

“BLURRGH!”--Buddy

“OH PRIMUS!”--Rodimus

“IM SORRY! IM—BLURRGH!”--Buddy

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THIS WOULD HAPPEN!?”--Rodimus

“I—I DID TRY—BLURRGH!”--Buddy

Rodimus freaks out and brings them to Ratchet.

He gets scolded several different times, but he feels like the puke was enough.

Buddy gets better and cleans Rodimus several different times as an apology.

Rodimus was shining like a star for a good month from the amount of wax Buddy put on, not that he minded.

“Roddy I’m still so sorry for doing that.”--Buddy

“Hey, hey I was the one who started it. I did kind of deserved it for not listening to you.”--Rodimus

“You sure did!”--Ratchet

Brainstorm

Brainstorm just wanted to show off his aerial skills to Buddy.

Buddy had never seen him transform and thought he was a monoformer. He was a bit offended that Buddy thought he was and sought to fix that.

Transforming, he told Buddy to climb in.

Buddy did and he took them out on a joy ride. He did some tricks in the air that made Buddy laugh. But after three more times Buddy stopped laughing.

“Getting bored, are we?”--Brainstorm

“No… its not that—”--Buddy

“Don’t worry I saved the best for last!”--Brainstorm

“Wait what?”--Buddy

“Here comes the double loop!”--Brainstorm

“Wait Brainstorm don’t!”--Buddy

“Here we go!”--Brainstorm

“BLURRGH!”--Buddy

“IM SORRY! IM—BLURRGH!”--Buddy

“Buddy are you okay!? Nevermind we are taking you to Ratchet! Hold on!”--Brainstorm

“BRAINSTORM DON’T—BLURRGH!”--Buddy

Brainstorm jets over to the medbay which causes more puke to come out. He is more worried about Buddy not dying.

He is interested in the fluid than he is upset about the mess inside. He wants to experiment with it.

Buddy cleans his interior several times as an apology. Brainstorm has been gleaming for weeks.

“So, this is what your fuel becomes when you eat it.”--Brainstorm

“Yeah, disgusting I know.”--Buddy

“Not at all! This is fascinating!”--Brainstorm

“I’ve never heard someone say that puke was ‘fascinating’.”--Buddy

“I wonder if I can make a gun that shoots this?”--Brainstorm

“Brainstorm no.”--Buddy

“Brainstorm yes!”--Brainstorm

“BRAINSTORM NO!”--Buddy

[reviewsofgoat]

Yeah, I have to admit it. But this album is fucking awesome. I rarely like slam - and the fact is, this has all the stupid things at face value, a stupd band name, a stupid album cover - but unlike so many slam bands, this stuff has more than the predictable crap that's out there. They nail all breakdown and what not, and the vocalist is even varied in his different levels of bluurghing and gargling. Chunky riffs combined with variation. So if you don't like slam in general, give this a chance.

8/10.

[puppyboyjohn]

bluurgh need too much attentionn

[gooberto]

I am...extremely tired

[glowstick-son-blog]

beast doodles

turtle mom

he just spits them out on occasion

[just-sofie]

I hate international break more than I hate myself

and that says a lot

[gckotails]

//im going to end the m!a tomorrow night at midnight, just to give a little more play time to anyone who wants to! After that threads with dragon Alex will go on as normal

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Take it!*Gives akanne the yellow plush peep bunny and starts running away* I'm free! I'm free! IM FREEEEEE!!! NO TAKE BACKS!!!

Eh, well...

*Akane eats the bunny.

Akane!

What? He said it was a marshmallow!

H-Huurgh!

Akane!?

*Akane suddenly keels over and falls on all fours.

HYUURGH!

Merda!

*Teruteru rushes and gets behind the lurching Akane. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls to make her spit the food out.

BLUURGH!

*Akane vomits an the yellow bunny falls into the puddle. It then gets up and chases after the anon who forced it onto her.

uuuuugh...

Akane are you ok!?

Yeah...thanks a lot Teru...And I’m sorry you had to see that.

Don’t worry about that, we can clean this up! I’m just glad you’re alive!

What’s going on here!?

Twogami, get Mikan! Akane needs a checkup!

[echoclectus]

*blep*

*BLUURGH*

[dr-ground-zero]

A new ship drabble

(this contains BxB homosexual relationship if you don’t like don’t read..also nonkink blogs STAY THE HELL AWAY) (slight mess warning)

Waking up in the morning to a pounding head ache, scratchy throat, achy muscles, stuffy drippy nose, and feeling like he was stuck in Antarctica in his underwear. Groaning brought out harsh coughs and sniffles, which woke up the other male next to him in bed. "Ren?" Opening his eyes he rubbed his temples, the other sits up and turns to his boyfriend softly shaking him. "Everren baby you okay?" Everren turned to the shorter one and shook his head 'no'. Seeing the tired look on his face, the flush-ness in his complexion, the light pink tinge to his cheeks and nose. "You don't look well, love." Everren rubbed at his twitching nose that was already tickling, his silence turned to hitching while his nostrils quivered. "heeh hiieeh huuh huh" Reaching the bedside table for the tissue box, Connor hands Everren the box which allows Everren to snag a couple of tissues just in time to catch a fit. "EED'SSHIIIEW! ED'SHIIEW! HEEHKIIEESHIIEW!" For such a quiet guy, he had such loud sneezes, Connor frowns and pulls him close. "Bless you Ren, poor baby, and you've got a doctor's appointment today too." Cooed Connor who brushes his fingers through the nest of messy lavender hair. Hearing this Everren pouts. He hated going to the doctor, it was cramped, cold, eerily quite, and he rarely had the same doctors and didn't put into his file that he was mute and needed Connor to come in with him. Blowing his nose with a miserable 'bluurgh' Which made Everren cough into his elbow, then throwing out the soiled tissues. "Come on Ren, lets get ready." Connor says getting out of bed, Everren groans when getting out of bed, he aching muscles felt heavy. Everren got dressed in a warm pastel purple sweater and some sweats. Sticking a beanie on his messy bed head. Conner had made the bed and got dressed in some comfortable clothes and then came over to Everren. "want anything to eat hun?" Everren shook his head and signed 'don't feel like eating right now' Connor nods "Alright then, well you still need to take your pills, we need to get some stuff from the store after the doctor appointment." Stated the brown haired boy who looked up to see Everren hitching and sniffling. Everren then quickly turned away while his shoulders dropped and rose as his chest spasm-ed with his uneven breathing before he sneezed. "EED'SHIIEW! EEXXIIEW! HEEXXIIEW! ED'SHIIEW! EEXIIIEW!" Covering with his hand that he moved only to see the mess he'd caught in it, blushing at this thankfully his boyfriend was prepared with a tissue or two in hand. "God bless you lovey, seems like you've got a bad cold." Connor stood on his toes, even with the taller man slouching Connor was still much shorter than his boyfriend. Signing 'thank you' while cleaning up his nose, Everren trashed the soaked tissue and went to get some water to take his pills. Sniffling and shivering, Everren rubbed at his runny nose with the cuff of his sleeve. "I think we should take the box of tissues with us, Ren. Then you wont have to use your sweater like a tissue or try and ask for some." Connor goes over and grabs a box of tissues from the nightstand, then getting Everren's mask. When ever Everren went out of the house he always for his black face mask with a purple 'X' over it, then when someone would try and talk he'd sign that he's mute. Putting it on he left it down for now and took the box of tissues, then putting his phone into his pocket. "you ready lovey?" Asked Connor who earned a nod as his reply so they head out to the car. In the car Connor adjusted his seat the way he liked it while Everren got into the passenger seat doing the same. Setting the tissue box in his lap then buckling up while Connor starts the car. Everren lets his sore heavy body relax into the seat as he rode along. Sniffling wetly and wiping at his nose with a tissue, Everren was already tired and not looking forwards to going to the doctor especially now that he's got a cold. All he wants to do is lay in Connor's lap, have some hot soup, take a nap under a warm blanket and feel better. Sniffling and coughing, rubbing at his nose with wet soupy snorts he sounded miserable. "You really don't sound well Ev, I honestly think its good you're going to the doctor today. Just to make sure you didn't catch something to awful." Everren nods while grabbing a tissue and blowing his nose again which still left him snuffly and drippy. Connor knew his lover was feeling poorly and couldn't help but feel bad for him. When they arrived at the doctor's office, Connor found a parking space and prepared for the cold. Opening the unlocked doors, they both get out, Everren shivered already being wracked by his fever chills and now this cold fall weather. Everren tucked the tissue box under his arm while holding Connor's hand. Walking in Connor leads the purple haired male to the waiting room while he goes to sign his boyfriend in for him. Then going over to see Everren  sitting in the corner of the waiting room in a long chair that seated two people.  Everren was already congested and the mask made it impossible to breath, he sighed and pulled it down and leaned into Connor who wrapped an arm around him rubbing his back. Setting the box of tissues in Connor's lap, sleepy silvery lavender eyes looked to Connor with a pitiful look. Connor presses a kiss to his forehead while smiling a little. Though when he sees Everren's nose twitch and flare he knew what will follow and acted on it as soon as he heard a soft 'hih hieeh heeh'. Connor snatches up some tissues and hands them to Everren who brings them up to his nose and mouth. Eye brows creased up as his features drop he then went into a fit. "HEEXXIEW! HEEESHIIIEW! EEEIISHIIEW! EEXXIIIEEEW!" Sneezing wetly into the tissue, Connor helps press the tissues to the sickie's nose more to help muffle them Each sneeze even muffled had him shuddering and leaning forwards. "HEEmmph! HEIIIMmph! HEEEmph! ugh Sddrck snrff" "Bless you love, ya done yet?" A weak nod Everren's answer but he doesn't sit up fully and just leans into Connor's shoulder. The couple earned some glares from protective mothers who held their children close. Connor only rolled his eyes while Everren wasn't paying any attention.

[fictropes]

dear Lousie dan said it himself dark academia phil would mean changing him on every fundamental level :) there is really no way not to be ooc

but HOT DAMN what you wrote is so full of tension and pining and uhhh i loved reading this you really found something there

so dont get discouraged 💖

ahhh thankyou ;_; it just feels tooooo out of what i usually write, but not in a way that i’m having fun doing? like... the random poem-y fics i actually enjoyed doing even if they were different, you know? bluurgh idk. someone else finish bgrfedsdfbgnhgbfd

[totalvibration]

55 Albums Released in 2019 That Splash Oat Milk In My Earl Grey

This year felt like slo-mo, a holding pattern and a fast-forward button stumbling towards unknown ends. I spent the early months in paternal bliss and sleep deprivation, caring for my newborn daughter, then spent the rest of the year running to slow down… to make the most of small moments with my family, to juggle that thing every lifestyle magazine calls the work-life balance, to know when I need help and being willing to ask for it, to making priorities with loved ones. 

Also, after years of oolongs and a staunch no-milk-in-tea-except-milk-teas policy, I started putting honey and oat milk in my Earl Grey, an old tea standby that's felt warmly familiar in colder months. Similarly, I dug my heels into familiar-to-me gnarly metal, deep drone and abrasive punk this year, uninterested in poptimist takes on indie-rock. In an effort to maximize more time with new family and less with bulls***, I leaned hard into my Viking's Choice column at NPR Music (which went weekly!) to shout out underground debauchery and beauty to anyone who would listen. 

Below are 55 albums (and a few reissues and archival releases) that hit me in different ways over 2019. No ranking, just links out to Bandcamp where available. They come paired with emoji because that's a thing I do on Twitter. 

See also:

Viking's Choice: The Year In The Loud And The Weird (my annual year-end episode of All Songs Considered)

20 Punk Albums Released In 2019 That Flip Eggs, Pick Up Chains

20 Metal Albums Released In 2019 That Bluurgh Over Sick Riffs

A nine-hour playlist of 2019 jamz 

But first, some stray thoughts:

Ta-Nehisi Coates' still-ongoing Captain America run has been extremely rewarding. A beloved superhero comes to terms with the line between patriotism and nationalism as Coates underlines that American progress often comes from reluctance. 

Daniel Warren Johnson's Murder Falcon spoke to me not only as a metalhead who loves cartoonishly kick-ass violence, but also as a dude with a tender heart… that final issue still gets me in the feels. 

Krzysztof Kieślowski's Three Colours is secretly a trilogy of movies about the loving, painstaking process of creation, specifically music. I'd never seen any of them until paternity leave (and a sleeping baby) gave me hours to binge long-neglected to-watch lists. In 1993's Blue, in particular, a composition mirrors the grief of Juliette Binoche in an exquisite performance. 

Tiny Desk concerts I produced for NPR Music in 2019: American Football (with a children’s choir!), Thou, Erin Rae, Carly Rae Jepsen (sort of), Jimmy Eat World and Mount Eerie (videos coming in 2020). 

There’s a gallery at Glenstone, a truly stunning museum experience, that’s literally just a room full of books, a sculpted wooden bench and a large window that looks out on the rolling hills of Maryland. I could spend hours there. 

The second season of KCRW's Lost Notes, hosted by Jessica Hopper, built episodes like albums, sequenced with eureka moments throughout. See: the story of a teenage Farsi New Wave sibling duo and a difficult and necessary reassessment of John Fahey through the women in his life.  

High Spirits (May 7, Atlas Brew Works) is such a force for good. Heavy metal singalongs about love, friendship and positivity. I feel like this band needs to tour with Sheer Mag to be fully appreciated by an unknowing audience. 

Has your baseball team ever won the pennant with the sleeping baby on your chest? So many silent screams of joy in our household as the Nats not only won the National League, but the whole dang World Series. I haven't lived in a city/state with a baseball team that's gone to the World Series since 1995. 

Circuit Des Yeux's Haley Fohr (Dec. 5, Hirshhorn) tuned her voice to feedback hum and the rest that followed felt like a wordless eulogy for 2019. I felt renewed by it. 

I can't think of a prettier song released in 2019 than "This Time Around" by Jessica Pratt. It is saudade whispered into the wind.

This was my Linda Ronstadt year. Heart Like a Wheel, Canciones de mi Padre, her records with the Stone Poneys — the Queen of LA, with a voice that both bursts out of and melts into dusk, softened the edges of long days with an equally adventurous and easygoing spirit.

🚙 Petrol Girls, Cut & Stitch: In 2019, it was crucial — life-affirming and -saving, even — to make your own noise. "This is the sound / It moves in our bodies / It passes through time / Brings what came before us," Petrol Girls' Ren Aldridge screamed at the top of a turbulent punk record filled with compassion. That boundless philosophy resonated with me this year — to listen and absorb more deeply, to excavate the traces of memory in music.

👽 Blood Incantation, Hidden History of the Human Race: Simultaneously exists in the gaping maw of death-metal tradition and the galaxy brain of its future. 

💾 Kali Malone, The Sacrificial Code: Seeks the solemnity of the drone in the pipe organ, but leans into the vulnerability pushed through the air.

🕹️ billy woods & Kenny Segal, Hiding Places:  An album-length self-excavation that crawls through moldy memories in a brutal poetry that is at times darkly funny but mostly wrestles with personal and societal truths that'll leave you touched, shook. 

📟 Holly Herndon, PROTO: One of our deepest thinkers went to the past to make music from the future. 

🚨 Rakta, Falha Comum: Creepazoid emanations from a subterranean plane.

🐣 Sunwatchers, Illegal Moves: Ecstatic protest music summoning the beauty and rage of Alice Coltrane, Sonny Sharrock, Rhys Chatham and Hawkwind. 

🏞 Bill Orcutt, Odds Against Tomorrow: The most engaging, radical, but surprisingly accessible solo guitar album of the year. Bill Orcutt's ragged-yet-tender guitar skronk gives shaggy texture to rapturous melodies.

🍕 Control Top, Covert Contracts: This hits some dance-punky Erase Errata sweet spots for me, but with the technical finesse of a power trio. 

🚟 Real Life Rock & Roll Band, Hollerin' the Spirit: Applies minimalist techniques to rumbling, dueling guitar histrionics with a reckless, but locked-in energy. Never woulda thunk American Football and Henry Flynt could hoedown together. 

🐠 Caroline Shaw & Attacca Quartet, Orange: Balances austere beauty with rumbling earth. Riveting music for string quartet. 

💥 Mdou Moctor, Ilana (The Creator): Where ZZ Top bombast, Black Sabbath riffs and Tuareg trance rhythms swirl into an acid-rock stomp. 

👑 Vagabon, Vagabon: Goes so many places, yet always returns home. 

🎭 JPEGMAFIA, All My Heroes Are Cornballs: A neon-freaked feast blasted in slow mo and fast forward all at once.

🌆 Denzel Curry, ZUU: Dude's a metal rapper without a metal band, but if he ever started one, I'm down 100 percent. 

💨 Whistling Arrow, Whistling Arrow: An avant UK supergroup of prepared guitar, violin, electronics and hypnotic percussion drinks deep of dark lagers and mossy earth.

🐸 101 Notes on Jazz: Things are getting hard around the boloney hole...

🐳 M. Sage, Catch a Blessing: Warm, fuzzy world-building from blocks of sound stretched and warped into a new nostalgia.

🚇 Mizmor, Cairn: Deliberate and patient in its annihilating pace; lumbering, yet regally melodic riffs echo into a chasm of feedback.

🌅 Takafumi Matsubara, Strange, Beautiful And Fast: Next-level grind from the Gridlink mastermind and friends. While No One Knows What the Dead Think picked up where Discordance Axis left off, Takafumi Matsubara shreds into the future.

🐎 American Football, LP3: A reunion that keeps on giving and growing. Impressionistic in its quietly bursting arrangements and attuned to the individual talents of its vocal guests, especially that stunning duet with Hayley Williams. 

🔋 v/a, Seitō: In the Beginning, Woman Was the Sun: This compilation does for modern Japanese women in experimental music what P.S.F.’s Tokyo Flashback comps did for the Japanese psychedelic scenes of yore. 

👗 Carly Rae Jepsen, Dedicated: Didn't hold together as much as I wanted, or play like E•MO•TION's late-night mixtape, but every time one of its singles popped up on a friend's playlist -- "Julien," "Want You in My Room," "The Sound" and especially the slow-burn synth-pop exhaustion of "Too Much" -- I'd think, "Carly Rae Jepsen is the Queen of the Song I Needed Right Now."

🌕 Rong, wormhat: Just bonkers. Boston's Rong channels the joyous chaos of Japanese punks Melt-Banana and the aggro skronk of Brainiac with a tad of Deerhoof's weirdo-pop hooks.

✊🏿 Sounds of Liberation, Sounds of Liberation / Unreleased Columbia University 1973: Free jazz and funk band deep in spiritual grooves. Killer performances all around, but such a trip to hear more from young vibraphonist Khan Jamal during his Drum Dance to the Motherland era. 

🐬 Great Grandpa, Four of Arrows: If Sixpence None the Richer made an emo record, but only had Return of the Frog Queen on the mood board. 

📳 Sarah Louise, Nighttime Birds and Morning Stars: One of my favorite guitarists right now. Digitally processes melodies and single notes in an electronic elation landing somewhere between Robert Fripp, Alice Coltrane and Terry Riley.

📮 Sarah Hennies, Reservoir 1: An immersive sound cycle in constant motion, a quiet rumble that slowly transforms in and out of a glorious clatter. 

👣 Psychedelic Speed Freaks, Psychedelic Speed Freaks: Munehiro Narita essentially picks up where High Rise left off, still plays the guitar like it's about to blow up. 

🍩 Town Portal, Of Violence: Most instrumental post/prog-rock puts me to sleep, but this Danish trio illustrates just how dynamic and sound-rich this music can be. 

🛀 Jim O'Rourke, steamroom 45: An electronic excavation from the deep abyss. The 37-minute "Sigaretstraat" is a master class in patience, dynamics and sublime dissonance.

🎀 Cristina Quesada, I Think I Heard a Rumor: Multi-lingual, ultra-chic dance-pop with super-smart synth arrangements. Think: Tiki drinks and mod dresses. 

⏹ John Luther Adams, Become Desert: Truly time-less music; as in, music without time. 

⏏ Julia Reidy, brace, brace: Late night, longform excursions that offer an alternate Blade Runner soundtrack with frenzied 12-string, fuzzy synth glossolalia and an Auto-Tuned bummer haze.

🚞 A Million Dollars, I Love Your Voice and I Love You: Weird and warped twee-pop that woulda headlined Silent Barn. 

📠 Priests, The Seduction of Kansas: Truth-telling and truth-seeking through a mangled disco haze and bleak New Wave romanticism. 

🏭 Werner Durand with Amelia Cuni and Victor Meertens, processions: Majestic drones capture an undulating wonder with enveloping somnolence.

🎳 Sheer Mag, A Distant Call: The denim-and-leather-jacket-wearing standard bearers of truly independent rock and roll double-downed on their sound, but opened their hearts a bit more. 

📒 Susan Alcorn / Joe McPhee / Ken Vandermark, Invitation to a Dream: Illuminates the flickering motions of exploration. 

😱 Serpent Column, Mirror in Darkness: Pitch-black metal chaos with forceful melodies twisted into the tableau. Honestly? Deathspell Omega but skramz.

🏅 Pernice Brothers, Spread the Feeling: Joe Pernice digs into his '80s record collection to return with some of his most delicately written, winsome guitar-pop in years and tons of one-liners: "Love is a shoeless charlatan, a silver-tongued huckster with a sadist’s lipless grin."

🍓 Kalie Schorr, Open Book: Whip-smart, hook-twanged country-pop raised on MTV2 pop-punk and Sheryl Crow. 

📀 Angel Olsen, All Mirrors: In a year where we lost Scott Walker, this felt like a torch passed from 1969. 

😪 Mount Eerie, Lost Wisdom pt. 2: Phil Elverum draws us in evermore, revisiting a beloved album, mode and collaborator (the remarkable Julie Doiron), and molding them into his ever-changing songwriting and circumstance. Contains the most tender couplet of the year, which I'll carry with me always: "If ever the bonfire that I carry around could warm you again / I will be out here in the weather for you glowing."

🙉 75 Dollar Bill, I Was Real: Serious hypno-grooves from these drone excavators. 

👢 Karen Marks, Cold Cafe: The early '80s artist behind the Sky Girl comp's broodiest track gets a few more songs of existential synth-pop and jangly post-punk. Just wanna put them on mixtapes for friends. 

🍻 Haunt, If Icarus Could Fly: Synthesizes an earnest, studied love for '80s heavy metal with tons of guitar harmonies and can-crushing anthems, yes, but also a ton of heart.

🍖 Bob Dylan, The Rolling Thunder Revue: The strangest, most mystical and wild Dylan persona in all of its face-painted glory. 

🌹 A Pregnant Light, Broken Play: Damian Master's endless creativity and shameless bravado coalesce into a rugged beauty. As always, riffs for days. 

🦄 Fire-Toolz, Field Whispers (Into the Crystal Palace): Clashes New Age synthscapes, clubby raves, jazz fusion and metal shrieks into an idiosyncratic master's pure creation.

🌇 Maria W Horn, Epistasis: Quiet, yet forceful acoustic elements are wrapped in the sinews of technology to blur composition. A stirring mix of icy string drones and minimalist piano. 

🐲 Soul Glo, The N**** in Me Is Me: Distills the rage and terror of living in America while being black with blunt force.

🍢 Mára, Here Behold Your Own: Snapshots of a time before parenthood rendered in garbled organ, ambient guitar loops and echoing lullabies. Felt this one deeply. 

🚙 The Go-Betweens, G Stands for Go-Betweens: The Go-Betweens Anthology - Volume 2: There's a live KCRW version of "Quiet Heart" that just absolutely destroys me. Deeply thankful for the presentation and preservation that's gone into these box sets. 

😈 Bat for Lashes, Lost Girls: A coming-of-age concept album about a teenage vampire gang that was somehow severely overlooked. Some of Natasha's most tender songwriting and a rich synth-pop world that'd make M83 jealous.

[blogdoityourself]

looking for some help with a folding balcony table project

[shy-necromancer]

pls send me asks

[brimk-personal]

Bluurgh

I had these cool art prints that I bought last year to put up at my apartment, but never got around to it. I know where they were kept, that I grabbed the stuff on the same shelf, and swore I grabbed them as well

Bc my move out was insane and reorganizing my boxes was spread out over a while, I don’t know where the fuck they are now. Or if I forgot them in last years apt 🫠

I have like. Two more places to check back at home buuttt my hopes aren’t high 😭

[cesium-sheep]

bluurgh I asked arin if it was okay to ask the other guy if it was okay to start referring to him as our partner instead of just her partner, cuz I figured that she’d be less squirrelly about me mentioning him eg on the kirblog if he was framed as directly relevant to me not just her and also it does kinda bother me to have not mentioned him when I was posting abt uwajimaya (like. I want to show him the drawing but I’d feel kinda icky abt mentioning her but not him in the post if I did that.)

anyway she said it was okay to ask as long as she got some input on the initial volley because she was worried about him getting squirrelly so now I am trying not to wait for a reply. -n-