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[ardent-wolfgang]

[11/28/2023] a tired monki

[whisperingstreamfox]

Birthday gift for @dino-spine / @ardent-wolfgang of their fursona Glynt (they/them), in hyena form, enjoying their soub!

[pixelkind-official]

Glynt the Moth (they/them)

[js-frisuren]

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[songsofprotestpeacerevolution]

Propaganda - Petra Glynt 

[thewritingsofapunkrockmisfit]

Peace doesn't exist. There's work to be done.

"Somewhere along the line, down that long road I been on already, I sat under a tall tree. The tree swayed gently in spring air, not too hot, not too cold. Sun's just outta my face, the fields and trees along the distance paint a perfect Vista of peace. There's a windmill out there in one of those fields, turning nice n' steady. It's probably milling wheat into flour, which will be made into a loaf for the family there. The sky ain't exactly clear, but that's alright. It's big and blue and never really seems to end from where I'm sitting. Can't help but think that there isn't a better place in all of Glynt for the end of my story. For rest. I close my eyes and try. I breath in deep, flowers blooming, pollen. Fresh air. Birds are chirping and shit overhead. I've never been so fuckin' peaceful. Yet I can't rest. It comes back again, the memories. Golden light, white feathers, a pool of crimson blood. My face scrunched up, all that peace seems to just melt on away. A holy sword takes a father. A higher being stoops down to our level. His eyes are still open. I can't do it. I can't let it go. I want it to end here, in this nice place. In this peaceful place. Build a house, erect a mill, start a family and forget about it all. But it's still there. I can't rest. End up back on my feet, moving forward like a shark yet again. Peace doesn't exist. And it never will. Every happy windmill family means nothing when I'm carryin' this weight. Blood, wings, a gun. Yes, it'll happen again. You'll be on the other end of it this time. I leave the gentle tree behind, there's no room for me under it. There's work to be done."

[cht-graz]

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[elsewhereuniversity]

When you first met your roommate, he went by the name Rhett. “A reminder,” he supposed. Of what, you weren’t sure, and you knew it wasn’t your place to ask. (You, yourself, went by many names - none of them stuck for long.)

Rhett, you found, was … well, you knew he was human, at least, or human enough for it not to matter to you. He touched iron and crossed running water and salt lines and always, always, he left out offerings. (Never cake.)

But there were times - even when you first met - that he seemed to… float, almost. When the wind swept through his hair, he looked completed in a way you couldn’t pinpoint. You dismissed these as tricks of the light. He was as uneasy about certain topics as you were. (Surely, you thought, he was as normal as you were - for you’d burnt your hands, once, accidentally, and he’d looked exactly the same.)

You hadn’t decided on a major. Neither had he, when the topic came up over one of the cheap action flicks he’d brought with him from home, the one with the long title you can’t remember. He didn’t know what he wanted to do with his future; one of his friends had recommended getting a higher education. “For a taste of normalcy”, apparently. (You weren’t sure why that friend had thought that Elsewhere University was normal, but perhaps she’d simply meant the college experience. Until Rhett told you she’d suggested this school specifically.)

Day after day, you returned to your dorm in anticipation of Whatever Rhett Would Do Today. Most of the time, that was contacting friends from home or studying, but once in a while, he’d pull some sort of trick. He was never malicious, only mischievous, and whenever a prank went wrong and upset you he did his best to make it up to you - but it always caught you off guard, a little.

One day, though - you don’t remember what year you were in, but the date was April tenth - one spring day, you returned to your dorm and the figure that greeted you wasn’t Rhett. Their hair was a little too blue, their eyes weren’t nearly blue enough (still vivid, but not enough to fool you), but the voice was what tipped you off. Rhett’s voice didn’t echo like that, didn’t leave traces of rumbling thunder behind. You’d remembered hearing the notes of a piano in the halls while heading from one class to the next. In retrospect, you had a terrible feeling you knew exactly what had happened.

It took three days for your roommate to return. The day Rhett came back, you knew something had changed - even though she was almost exactly the same as she’d always been. She wasn’t a different person; it was more like she’d come to a realization. You caught her looking, more than once, at lists of names; she considered Butterfly, but stuck with going by Rhett in the end. You knew it wasn’t about that.

In your senior year, Rhett gives you a gift. A name - one that used to belong to her, but no longer fits (and never truly did in the first place). It is given for to use however you may, so long as it is used with the pride of the father who gave it to her when she was young. (The mangled chunk of iron that comes with it, you melt down and reshape into a bracelet of thick swoops and swirls. Beautiful and elegant and, above all, feminine.)

After graduation, you and Rhett make plans to stay in touch. It is a cool summer night as the two of you leave campus. Rhett, you know from experience, can find her way home; you have a train to catch. But you’ve got a bit of time before the train arrives, and offer to walk with her for a little while. The two of you make small talk and discuss card tricks, up until you have to part ways. Rhett touches the bracelet, the one she promised to get engraved with her true name when you gave it to her, as you say goodbye.

Rhett - June, rather, when off campus - walks down the road a ways, before turning down an empty alley and vanishing in a flash of blinding blue-white. Meanwhile, on the train ride home, your phone buzzes with a message.

                                                                                                                            -glynte-newton

[dustedmagazine]

Picastro — Exit (Sleeping Giant Glossolalia)

Picastro "Exit" by Sleeping Giant Glossolalia/SGG Records

Although Picastro’s lineup, instrumentation and sound have shifted over time since they started just over 20 years ago, the Toronto band’s voice has stayed strong and consistent. At any given time, whether Picastro is currently constituted towards the more abrasive or pastoral end of their personal spectrum, whether it’s a few people or a larger ensemble, whether it’s acoustics or electronics (or both), Picastro (and more specifically mainstay Liz Hysen) have kept the same gloriously dark, compellingly rich tone, even through the kind of gaps you tend to get with long-running bands that mostly fly under the radar. With the band’s lineup over the past few years stable and among the best Picastro has ever been, it’s perhaps inevitable that the often restless Hysen would take that stronger structure and try out an experiment she’s been considering for years: mostly removing her own voice from the equation in favor of others.

Most of the vocalists on Exit's eight songs are men, which was a deliberate choice; in order to make crystal clear how many Picastro songs are narratives, not autobiography, Hysen often pointedly sings from the male perspective and has talked about finding the idea of writing for male vocalists interesting. That might not be clear from the beginning, though; Great Lake Swimmers’ Tony Dekker has not only sung with the band before (see “Mountain/Relief” from 2014’s You) but here on “Mirror Age” he seems almost to be making an effort to sound like Hysen. If you’re familiar with Picastro’s work the result is bewitchingly off. Elsewhere the change is more apparent, whether it’s Dekker himself (the only repeat vocalist) on “I Spy,” Xiu Xiu’s Jamie Stewart shivering through the beginning of “Blue Neck,” or Big Blood/Cerebus Shoal’s Caleb Mulkerin warbling over the stomping, sawing, beeping “A Trench.” When Hysen does take the lead once, on the downcast, swirling “To Know” it both fits neatly with all the other voices folded into Picastro’s sound here, and as a stark reminder of why her presence as singer is so key to the band.  

Throughout it all, the instrumental part of the current Picastro lineup — Hysen on acoustic guitar and sometimes piano, Nick Storring on cello, Matthew Ramolo on synthesizers, and Germaine Liu on drums — gives the many voices on Exit a strong, stable base to work from. It’s often Hysen and Storring taking up the more straightforward, driving part of the melody, allowing Liu to provide color and accents (although the latter is perfectly comfortable with a more conventional timekeeping role when needed) and Ramolo to both layer sounds and sometimes to almost twist and distort the songs through his interventions. At their strongest, as on the stretches of the closing “This Be My Fortune” where they take over from Marker Starling’s Christopher Cummings, or in their Petra Glynt-aided deconstruction/crawling exorcism of Sonic Youth’s “(She’s in a) Bad Mood,” they provide ample evidence that they don’t need any voices to be compelling.  

All of which makes Hysen’s successful experiment here so interesting. None of the guests here, whether well known in their own right or not, stick out the way outsiders, especially singers, sometimes do. Picastro has always been a broad tent, but here it proves even more accommodating than listeners may have guessed. The authorial voice present on past albums sounds just as strongly through other throats as through Hysen’s own, and the songs are as strong as ever. Whether this opens up a cast of characters for future use or not, the result is another intriguing album from Picastro.  

Ian Mathers

[ardent-wolfgang]

[11/21/2023] pomegranateee

[jacobwren]

Petra Glynt- New Growth

[musicdiaries]

Petra Glynt - New Growth

[bleached-d-soul]

Valentines and jaune gets some ice cream~ (silent knight) or more accurately, ice cream gets him, fem!roman wants to see what she’s dealing with, in more ways than one

"So that's the brat you have been ditching me for?"

Rowan looked the bound and gagged and blindfolded blonde up and down. He was built nicely, she would give him that. He was hardly worth missing out on the heists lately.

Her little protégé grinned and walked up to the blonde, a mischievous glynt in her eyes. Like a magician, she made a show of kneeling before the brat. Her little hand reached for his pants.

And then, like a bunny out of a hat, she pulled the biggest bitchbreaker the Queen of Crime had ever seen.

Well, well, well... Perhaps the boy did have something worth stealing then.

Rowan reached for the quickly hardening cock. Only to get her hand slapped away. The cheeky brat.

"What is it?" Rowan grunted before she saw Neo brandish a small glass bottle of... chocolate? Hmmm, perhaps it was of use right now. "It is a Valentine's Day, after all."

Pouring the sweet liquid all over his erect cock, Neo stepped behind the blonde. With a warm and loving smile, she motioned for her boss to move.

She never loved sharing but Rowan was her family. And she was more than happy to give her a taste of the Arc cream and chocolate.

[ao3feed-snape]

Craving

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kONKjJ

by Sexandcigarettes

Aurora Glynt transfers from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to Hogwarts following her fifth year. Being socially awkward and silently suffering from an eating disorder and depression, moving across the world and beginning at a new school was definitly not something she wanted. As her mental health deteriorates, she finds comfort in her own self destructive behaviours, as well as a certain boy.

Words: 800, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Albus Dumbledore, Luna Lovegood, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Cassius Warrington, Graham Montague, Adrian Pucey, Miles Bletchley, Severus Snape, Tracey Davis (Harry Potter), Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Sirius Black

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Eating Disorders, Bulimia, Self Confidence Issues, Quidditch, Hogwarts

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[grrrlmusic]

No Consequences | Petra Glynt