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[burlveneer-music]

A Fourth World album by Shackleton (!) - The Majestic Yes (2022)

Taking off from Beaugars Seck’s foundational sabar drum rhythms — recorded by Sam in Dakar in February 2020 — Shackleton has constructed a trio of intricately layered, luminous, enchanted, epic excursions. The second is more dazzled and meandering, with jellied bass, insectile detail, and discombobulated jabbering; the third is more liquid, fleet of foot, and psychedelic, with a grooving b-line and funky keyboard stabs, scrambled eastern strings and hypnotic vocalese. The harmonium in The Overwhelming Yes sounds like Nico blowing in chillily from up the desert shore. The overall mood is wondrous, twinkling with light, onwards-and-upwards; an uncanny, dubwise mix of the ancient and the futuristic. Mark Ernestus’ Version is stripped, trepidatious, mystical, and stranger still, with just a snatch of the original melody, extra distortion and delay, and crystal-clear drum sound. Twenty minutes of startlingly original music, with Shackleton the maestro at the top of his game, and a characteristically evilous dub by Mark Ernestus. Mastered by Rashad Becker; handsomely sleeved. Sick to the nth. Love 4 Ever.

[torotits]

chillily

chilililililily

[jude-thedude98]

Since moving into mybjew place on June 2. I've made one friend and I'm damn proud to say that friend is me. With all the drama that has been going on here and the bs side convos I just can't. And I won't. Only person I need everyday to help me lift my head and walk is me. I have God to protect me. I have an aid to dress me. And I have a peer support who thinks nothing less of me. Which to me is a good thing. I'd rather you think nothing of me and nothing of you then have to fabricate a lie of how I really feel about you but the only I can force out from so much negative thoughts about you is....they're cool. Yeah they are cool. Cool like ice. Eat too much too fast that's a brain freeze right. So aight. I'm taking the social anxiety vacation days and I'm focusing on my self. New meds that either do or don't work. Dunno. But it is day two of them and I've been pooping lol almost said everywhere but that's gross and not true. Not talking shit about the ppl who can't control it. But nah been pooping a lot. Diarrhea. Which is....fun. Threw up yesterday. My train of thought is super slow like it's trying to locomotion through bricks clay and so much other shkt. My body hurts because I can't get a break from thinking except the last two days. So my waist is tight. My shoulders are tense and every time I lay up I have to sit back down. Every time I sit back down. I lay back up. This is a fucked up game of Don't Wake Daddy. And bless to my dog Cocoa who is like dad u okay. And then my peace lily who's just chillilying it up. And my stick that holds everything down and keeps us up. My life consists of me my dog my plant and my "Rafiki" stick. I love my life. I just really need to get away from this crippling anxiety and social anxiety and this chronic fucking pain. I can't scream loud enough to release the pain I feel every second of every day. But if I can try here. Here I go.

Ah.

[todayintokyo]

Hows Tokyo

Howsing along chillily.

[wellntruly]

Ranking the Chess Boyfriends in The Queen’s Gambit

Note: what exactly defines “a Chess Boyfriend” will be mmm half-explained as we go

Note 2: spoilers ABOUND below; no significant spoilers previously when I mentioned this had been a pastime of mine while watching Sexy Chess 

Let us begin...

NR/Not rated - Mr. Schaibel

NOT a Chess Boyfriend!!!! Chess Dad!!! 😭

Mr. Schaibel taught Beth chess when she didn’t know shit, and so will forever hold a totally different position in her constellation than any of her competition that will come later. But I cried my heart out over this gruff awkward janitor man so I just wanted to give him a moment anyway!!

Okay okay now we can actually start:

6. Harry Beltik

I’m sorry but miss me, no, I cannot abide a Harry Beltik. When you see a Chess Boyfriend you should be like ‘ooo you again,’ not ‘ugh, you again.’ The man has nothing to offer, just old chess books she’s already read and a gloppy sentimentality. AND, let us not to forget that Initial Appearance Beltik? Was a total prick! LITerally showing up 15 min late with Starbucks just to show her how much he didn’t respect her? Prick behavior. And we already have Beth.

5. These Guys

Cute. Cute! I don’t even know their names, but honestly? Not even a ding, because their role is so purely Sidekicks.

These guys perfectly model a classic Chess Boyfriend arc, but are just WAY more fun about it than Harry: begin antagonistic (little snobs when she first met them, striding up to the sign-in table at her first tournament with nothing but a bad bob and her iron-clad will), before either gradually or rapidly discovering that they are now wearing ‘Beth Harmon is MY Queen’ T-shirts. Do they have anything at all to teach her? Ha ha no. But there is great value in the Chess Boyfriend who is simply a good tournament pal, especially when they come as a pair.

4. The Russian Kid

The reason why Girev is a GREAT little Chess Boyfriend, earning a solid middle-of-the-pack ranking despite only appearing once, is because when the two youngest players at the Mexico City Invitational end up playing each other, they both have this attitude like they cannot believe they’ve been placed at the kids’ table, and it is hilarious. Guys, you ARE the kids! Their journey to realizing that they are in fact kid COMRADES is contained to only this episode, but if you just take a moment with me and ~*imagine*~ what you would have felt if Beth had seen him again watching in the audience at Moscow (p.s. show why not), I believe you will understand why I think this relationship really matters!

3. Townes

The ORIGINAL CHESS BOYFRIEND. [Beanie Feldstein voice] He in-vent-ed the role! A KEY feature of the top tier Chess Boyfriends, which we have now entered with a BANG, is that Beth has to keep continually running into them in her professional sphere, and D.L. Townes excels at the perfect reappearances on both the micro (Beth’s first tournament) and macro level (press queue!!!!)

There’s also just all the rest of his qualities, such as:

turtleneck

handsome

“Harmon”

brings you coffee & all your other Chess Boyfriends

and, has his own boyfriend

STAGGERING that Kentucky Ledger here is not #1, but it’s Sexy Chess and incredibly, there are two left.

2. Borgov

HOW COULD IT NOT BE BORGOV. These two chillily circle each other on three different continents. The mystery! The nerves! They never speak more than a few words to each other and it’s only ever at a chessboard. Beth cries in front of him. I don’t know how else to express the strange stilted intense intimacy she has with him, Vasily Borgov, her white whale, except for maybe when she gets to Moscow and he’s hurriedly rushing over from his own game to look down on her finished board after she walks away (!)

In maybe most versions of this show, Borgov is the Ultimate Chess Boyfriend. But as mentioned, IT’S SEXY CHESS, AND INCREDIBLY....

#1 with a Bowie knife: Benny Watts

Some days you think that nothing surprising can come out of the contemporary American television Sexiness Apparatus any more, and then other days Netflix dot net goes and pops out Thomas Brodie-Sangster as a cowboy who loves chess. The physique of two twigs and the face of exactly what he is, the 30-year-old version of that wee drummer boy from Love Actually, in a full length leather duster and wide-brimmed hat with a cocksure attitude and his own book he’s written about chess openings---how, respectfully, the fuck does this work!!!!

But being a hotness Benoit Blanc mystery does not alone bring him to the top of the list. No Benny is here because there is no other Chess Boyfriend who can so ably just hop in a car with Beth after a tournament and drive her across three states singing along to the radio with her, playing chess out loud in their heads, and quizzing each other on Russian. Fucking....adorable nerd nonsense..

He protec, but he also attac, (and likes it best when you attac back), it’s BENNY: the Best Chess Boyfriend. Next question.

[midorexiaclub]

“Who would have thought it could be a love story made in fashion heaven? On one side, in chillily northern Europe, the wind was blowing in a smart tailored coat, its only accent a wafting feather in the hair. On the other side, the Mediterranean with colours kissed by the southern sun, an orgy of golden yellow top and deep orange floral skirt. Or perhaps bright patterns printed on black silk, worn with a chiffon skirt, rolling out like waves of the sea. The mash-up of artistic opposites was created by Belgian designer Dries Van Noten who has been secretly working with Christian Lacroix, born and raised in southern France. The unexpected collaboration, and especially the explosion of colour, pattern and decorative fabrics, at first caused a sharp intake of breath in the audience.“

(Suzy Menkes)

[norwegianfriedokra]

Just another sunday morn’

Feelings of love Or wistfulness at a past gone They flutter my memories Like dust bunnies Threatening to get run over by a passing cyclist

Lost no more Two firm legs like tree trunks Holding ground in my chilly river Fresh and crisp with wriggling toes for small fry nip and snap At my dead flesh

Restful awakening greets me Another day

Life is a river Molding and molded Babbling rapids and foamy change

Restful awakening greets me Another day

Softened flesh and skin Small fry having been fried Refreshed digits Chillily gripping smooth rocks With rigid, stock like support beams Holding me fast and true

Passing cyclists waving hello To fuzzy rabbits hopping about Memories aflutter  Of a past, soulful wistfulness And feelings of love.

[starwarmth]

@ofsaltandsmoke crappy superhero AU scribble in which Petar has no idea what’s going on and neither do i 

She wasted no time sucking down a second glass of chocolate milkshake.

“Wait a minute, so you’re already a superhero?”

“I’m a Talent,” Dora clarified, swallowing. “Superheroes aren’t always a thing just because you have the ability. Also,” she crossed her arms, setting her elbows on the booth table, “why did you pick a public place to talk to me?”

Petar chewed on a fry. “Because you don’t seem the type to follow me into a dark alleyway just based on curiosity and goodwill,” he said bluntly. He threw another fry into his mouth and smirked when Dora sat back in her seat.

“Fine,” she shot back chillily. “I just hope you know that anyone could hear our conversation now.”

He looked around. A jukebox played in the corner and a manual cash register sat on the counter.

“In this joint?”

She sent him a look. “Logan O’Carroll’s technology went public more than sixty years ago,” she said. “You really think Normies haven’t integrated it into normal society? Pardon my French, but this shit was for spies. CCTV is the only public form of government monitoring. Civilians are being watched at every possible moment, and they don’t even know it.”

Petar shifted. “That’s old technology,” he said. The booth creaked under his weight.

Dora raised a brow, unimpressed.

“If you’re so worried about being overheard, why did you even bother talking to me?”

She leaned forward. “Because you, Aleksandr Bacrari, are far more important than you realize.”

Petar froze. “Telepath?”

“No.” Dora smirked. “I don’t read minds.”

He nodded, slowly grasping the metal fork on the table. Dora watched his movements, smile fading. She met his eyes.

“Show of faith?” she asked.

“Sure,” he muttered, fork still in hand. “You first.”

“I don’t read minds. And I don’t control them either. I…it’s sort of complicated,” she trailed off.

“I’m listening.”

“I…control brains. In a way.”

A beat of silence.

“What?”

“I’d be what they called a Heart Talent, if they still kept up that classification. I can manipulate something of the body, mainly human.”

“So you can…what, make me believe I’m a monkey?” he demanded, adding a knife to his fork.

“No…more like I can ‘decipher’ memories and read intentions. There’s other stuff that I can do, but it’s really hard,” she explained earnestly. “Basically impossible.”  

Petar narrowed his eyes at her. She met his gaze. She had a good poker face, he could admit that. But she was biting the inside of her cheek, just barely. He drummed his fingers against the table and she jumped. Nervous, he observed. She was in just as much danger as he was. Not lying, then.

“Alright,” he said, agreeing with her words. “You’re a Talent then. A really creepy one.” She frowned, but he continued. “I still don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to join my uncle’s team.”

“Do you always recruit this way, or is it just me that you particularly suck with?”

She was still upset by that ‘creepy’ comment. Petar shrugged. “You weren’t on the agenda. I just happened to save you. No big deal if I come back without you.”

Dora puffed out her cheeks in irritation. “I didn’t need your help,” she spat. “Next time try asking before getting in someone’s way.”

He gave a bark of laughter. “Right.” He crossed his arms. “You were perfectly fine dangling off a traffic light. Next time The Detonator comes through, I’ll leave you to it.” He stood up.

“Fine. And the next time someone goes out of their way to warn you about danger, a conspiracy to get you killed, and, oh yeah, where to find your mother, I’ll be sure to keep on walking.”

Petar sat right back down. “What do you know about my mother?”

Dora set her jaw. “They’re listening,” she hissed. She gestured to the vintage light above them.

“Let them,” he said, looming over her. Dora shrank back. “I have nothing to hide.”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew just who your uncle is aligned with.”

“What?”

“Don’t go home tonight,” she begged suddenly. “I know you barely believe me and don’t trust me, but please, please Petar. Don’t go home.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Why?” Dora shook her head. “Tell me.”

“Show of faith,” she whispered. “I gave you yours. Now give me mine.”

Petar stared at her.

“Would you like another milkshake, dear?” the waitress asked. Petar startled, not realizing that she was right behind him.

“No, thank you,” Dora replied sweetly. “I really must be going.” She slid out of the booth, smoothing down her skirt. “You’ll think about what I said, won’t you?” she addressed Petar.

“Yeah,” he said dully. “I’ll think about it.”

A smile blossomed over her face. “Thank you,” she said. Her shoulders lowered in relief. Then she tilted her head. “Don’t forget the tip.”

Petar opened his mouth, watching her beat it to the exit. “Wait, wait a minu—”

“Will that be cash or card, sir?”

Petar sighed, turning to the waitress. “Cash,” he said in defeat. If someone was listening in, like Dora said, who knows what they could do with identification?

But still. Brat left without paying.

[allaboutprincessdeerpression]

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>>>  https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43323269/ <<<

How many of these are traced? Every single one of them, I’d bet.

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Looks like the little items come with the base. https://mobile.twitter.com/Catlawn/status/1424829945881276419

That character. Looks a lot like this one.

https://www.deviantart.com/novske/art/Melissa-493815985

So Mary gave away a character to Kat she had no right to give when she previously gave Novske this character back in 2014. This is why you shouldn’t by characters from her. Who’s to say she’s not secretly giving them away to Kat.

Well what do we have here. Let’s recap. In 2014 Mary gives number 3 to Novske only for her to steal her back two years later and then give her to Kat 6 years later. I looked into the Chillily account she has on toyhou.se and I’m guessing she was banned. I don’t know about number one but I’m told number two was made by Nikosbitch for a contest. Won by Mary only for her to lose all rights to her over whatever drama. Later on She was purchased by Eaohkan from Nikosbitch and given to Freyjameili.

https://www.deviantart.com/nikosbitch/art/Egg-Contest-Prizes-451220403

https://www.deviantart.com/nikosbitch/art/Winners-451463714

https://www.deviantart.com/nikosbitch/journal/Give-away-574144616

ModT

[softdarkiplierimagines]

(This was written pre WKM? and not checked for typos)

Short drabble with Dark and S/O go to a costume party!

Sorry this is so short, this was going to be longer, and include games, but it went I to a different direction and I still like it.

Sorry this is SUPER short, took off in a different direction but I still like it!

(No gendered pronouns or language is used for the S/O.)

Under the Rear More!

You both had finally agreed to dress up as an amalgamation of monsters, creatures, basically whatever the store had in costumes. Dark had forgone the effort of trying to maintain a more ‘human’ appearance. The ringing was drowned out by the music and everyone adored the “effects” he had used to cause his “visually shifting appearance”.

“I never expected to be the life of a party I didn't host.” Dark whispers to you as you linger by a wall iddily sipping punch.

“I'm not, the aura thing is actually pretty cool.” You say as you finished your glass.

“I suppose so. Can't get mad at anyone for fawning over a freak during the month of weirdos and oddities.” Dark said throwing his head to move the hair from his eyes.

“You may be a freak, but you're my freak.” You tease as of give Dark a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I'm gonna get more punch and snacks, you want to come with?” You ask.

“I'm alright right here. Wouldn't want anyone to steal our coveted wall space now would we?” Dark asks with a small smile.

“God, or whatever, forbid that.” You say before you saunter off to go prowl the snack table.

You spend your time weighing your options, eventually you take a cup and grab some pretzels, gummy worms and a handful of colourful candies which had a sign over them that said “M&M’s, Skittles and Reece's Pieces Mix - Bone Appétit”, you liked living dangerously. As you walk back you see Dark with his arms crossed as a very enthusiastic man dressed as a 40’s style Greaser was trying to talk to him with little progress. As you drew near you caught what of what he was saying.

“Listen Doll, I know you're in a sour mood but come on, it's a party lighten up, have some fun!” The greaser exclaimed.

“No thank you.” Dark said dryly.

“Ahh come-on, we're all friends here-” The greaser protested.

“I don't know you.” Dark said chillily.

“All the more reason to come up stairs with me,  I guarantee by the end of the night you and me,” The greaser put an arm around Dark who visibly recoiled. “will be real, real close.”

You feel anger bubble up within you as you walk up the duo.

“Hey.” You say loudly making a few people nearby turn to look.

“My boyfriend isn't interested in going anywhere with you, in fact, the both of us would like you to go away.” Your voice is harsh.

The greaser looked over you with distaste.

“Whatever.” He said as he peeled off of Dark, making sure to hit your shoulder with his as he wanders into the throng of people, most likely off to hunt down a more lonely party goer.

“That was easy.” You say slightly mystified.

“Most people don't want fights.” Dark said with a shrug.

“But thank you for that. I had told him I was uninterested and taken but he persisted.” Dark said annoyance clear in his voice.

“Like I said, you may be a freak but you're my freak.” You say pulling Dark in for a kiss.

[tishfarrell]

The Changing Seasons ~ May

The Changing Seasons ~ May

The April showers we did not have in April arrived as torrents through much of May – along with hail, sleet, thunderstorms and deep-frozen gusts. And then a few days ago winter stopped and spring happened: wall to wall sunshine and a green explosion. Seedling plants that had been languishing chillily doubled in leaf size overnight. The crop in Townsend Meadow behind the house that I’d thought was…

[chloewoll-blog]

Lunatic in lush summer(boys love)

I backed home on that day,and I couldn’t remember the last time when I did this. The furnitures and decorations weren’t changed,I thought. Those memories,though had dimmed,still seared in my mind. I caught a glimpse of her:she seemed very happy,which had nothing to do wtih me,I knew that.But still wonder why. It turned out there was another person in the house,a man,not old,has kind of dark skin. Her man？The origin of her smiling face and my trip today? I frowned,as I realized that. “Sum,you have grown taller.“A male voice came to my ears.He should be talking to me,I thought. “Er."I made a sound. It seemed he had met me before.I looked at him for times,caught a vague recollection. Maybe we met each other when I was a child. But… That meant,they had hooked up for a long time. I shot a glance at her chillily. Forget about her negligible affairs.I was too busy to know any details. As long as,it wouldn’t trouble me. "Come and have a seat,Mz."she even pulled a chair for me. I felt extremely flattered to receive all of this. I went and sat down,so as that man,who kept staring at me. All of a sudden I was extremely annoyed. "What on earth are you looking for?"I howled in a low voice.

He seemed shocked,being very pale around gills,opened his mouth but didn’t say a word eventually. Was I much too terrifying?Or,he is a total coward.Is this her type of tea?Seriously? She came out from kitchen with dishes in her hands,apparently had heard my words. "Mz,how could you speak like this."obviously rebuking me,but her tone was still tender. How could it be like this. "Sum,do you have any ideas who I am?"the man’s voice sounded hoarse and bizarre. Was I supposed to know you?Was I supposed to know all her paramours? I gave him an angry stare. But,I looked at him as if we had really met before.When?Certainly at the time when I was very young,I thought. The man opposite me seemed relaxed a little bit. I didn’t notice when the table was full of dishes,how sumptious.I even didn’t know she can cook.How ridiculous. Since when I can’t distinguish the taste of food,I don’t know why.So everything here on this table was exactly the same for me. Probably we could start our dinner now.My chopsticks stretched into the plate in front of me. They two were likely to start a conversation. I didn’t wanna listen,I didn’t wish to. "Sum!"the man cried out suddenly.My chopsticks remained static in the plate. I gazed at him weirdly. Heaven knows what was going wrong with him,as his face went terrifically pale,with cold sweat flooding. So,you like this kind of invalid? She,also sat opposite me,whose eyes recovered as normal.Detest,hatred,that’s right,isn’t it? Suddenly I had no intention to eat.So I put down my chopsticks.Stand up and prepare to leave. The man caught up with me near the door. "What’s wrong with you,Sum?"his hands grasped my shoulder firmly. What was he doing?Was there any necessities to do like this? There’s one explanation:they’re planning to get married.Was I right? I removed his hands ponderously,"I won’t give a shit to you two’s stuffs.But you,either,don’t make me in trouble.” It must be clear enough.Now I can leave. The man stood still as my expectations. They’re going to get married,I knew it. Forget it.I was too busy to know any details. I glanced at my watch.It’s already 8:00pm.I didn’t know if Fri was home or not. He,should be outside at this time.He should be drinking somewhere.Or sleeping with someone. Forget it.It was not my business. I took a bus,went back to my apartment at about 8:30. Fri and I rented it together.It was near the school,very convenient for us.Btw,I was still in high school,second year.I’m Summer,Summer Mz. I suddenly recollected that,the weedy dark-skinned man just now,kept calling me Sum. Nobody had called me like that before. She usually doesn’t give me any address,and called me Mz only in those special circumstances like just now.Fri and others called me Summer only. Nobody had called me Sum,ever. Who is he? Why addressed me like we were intimate? We must know each other before.But who on earth is he? My head started aching,for I was really exhausted today. Lie down on my bed,without taking off clothes.Didn’t wanna move a finger. I didn’t fall asleep.Since when,sleep became a hard thing for me.It was better when Fri stays with me.Maybe I need the so-called sense of safety too. Around 11:00,Fri came home,smelling like a carrier of alcohol. He kicked shoes away,and lied down behind me. The full-tasting smell of alcohol in his breath was inhaled in my lung.I fell a little drunk too. “Summer."his hand stretched into my clothes,touching my waist affectionately. Yeah, we have another relationship.We are bed partners. Since when?Probably when he kissed me after a drunkenness.I did nothing to stop him.And then he did everything. Before that I have slept with women,who were difficult to flatter.Fri was easier for me,as the feelings were almost the same for me. So I didn’t have a woman after that. Afterwards,he suggested we live together.And I agreed. Counting it up ,we had been like this for a long time. How did we know each other? I recollected that memory effortlessly. Fri treats me well now,but terrible before. Compared with boys at the same age,I was thinner and,weaker.So I became the target of bullying reasonably. Fri was typical of them.Sometimes they just hit me,and sometimes they tore off my trousers,said they wanna check if I was male.I remembered I was miserable every time. But afterwards Fri told me though I was weak at that time,I revolted with all my life every time,as if I was not afraid of death. When there came a change?Maybe it was when Fri brought another boy who often bullied me in front of my face,and asked me to hit him. I did it without a second thought.I realized that my strength wasn’t heavy enough,so I uesd a chair,hit him on the head,again and again. At the beginning he begged for my forgiveness,but later he didn’t make a sound at all. Finally,Fri stopped me.I found that all of them,Fri and his errand boys,grim-faced,extremely silent. Fri asked me to follow him. So,I was with him.No more bullying anymore.And I had never seen that biffed boy again. Since when,my shirt was unfastened.His pair of icy hands made me can’t help shuddering. "Are you cold,Summer?"he asked,exhaling the fumes of alcohol. I had no time to answer anything as he suddenly pulled me closer and kissed me on my lips.