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Actor!Miguel O'Hara x Actress!Reader

//NSFW, couch sex, short drabble, smut, creaming, jealousy, aftercare, alcohol consumption

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"Oh! This one said,'Shocking news! Actor Miguel O'Hara and actress Y/N L/N are found kissing in this year Red Carpet' ." You read the article in your phone while Miguel chuckles, taking sip from his glass of whiskey.

"And let me guess, it's a low quality and zoomed up picture of you and me sitting together."

You scroll down further to see that he's correct.

"Hm. Good guess." You hummed in amusement as you take a bite out of your grilled chicken lunch.

You and Miguel were to stay in a hotel for weeks or more due to your movie location. The view was breathtaking, the food delicious, and the man beside you is glowing thanks to the afternoon sunlight beaming through the window.

"Ooh! This one, too!" You scrolled further and reached another article.

"Fans are outraged with actor Miguel O' Hara for getting too handsy with lead actress Y/N L/N."

You chuckle as you read further.

"One fan has outwardly spoke that Miguel O'Hara should know better than to cheat on his wife."

You and Miguel laughed at the comment.

Miguel laughs die down to a groan as he comes to a realization.

"Maldito infierno, now how am I gonna deal with nosey interviewers?"

"Well, you're not the only one." You scroll futher, and it seemed that 'fans' weren't on Miguel's back only.

"This one states that. 'Miguel isn't the only one, Y/N should know better since she's with Flash Thompson.' You winced from disgust, and Miguel took a longer sip of his whiskey, finishing it in the process.

"Ew. Come on, people really think I would date that guy? I starred a movie with him once, and people already think we're dating."

"How long do you think it will take for everyone to know we're married?" Miguel questioned you as he placed his empty glass of whiskey on the table. His hands automatically find its way on your waist, pulling you closer.

"Oh please, I lost hope in that when one month already passed." You scoffed.

"Hmm, really?" Miguel's hand went closer to the ribbon of your closed robe. His fingers toy with the edges, and you knew he wasn't paying attention to what you're saying, but you didn't really care when his warm hands find their way on the loop of the ribbon, playing and twirling the ends.

"Yes,really. And I think my husband has too much whiskey for today."

"Too much? los disparates, only had a few cups." (nonsense) Miguel retorted, but his hands said otherwise.

You chuckle as he finally unties your robe, revealing your nude body underneath. His hands immediately groped your chest, and you can't help the whimper from your throat.

"Few cups huh?"

"Yea...Few cups."

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"F-fuck Miguel!" You hands grip the edge of the couch as Miguel thrusts harder into you from behind.

His hands gripped your waist tighter while you moan from pain yet the overridden pleasure.

"Maybe... Maybe I should kiss you more on public if that would make- FUCK- make them shut up." He groaned out as his thrusts get rougher and rougher.

You couldn't form a sentence when air keeps forcefully pushed out of you with this cock ramming into your cervix.

You're surprised people didn't immediately think both of you were married when you tow had matching rings.

But you didn't have time to think about all that when one of Miguel's hand finds it way to draw rough circles around your clit which made you see stars, you gasp out a breath and your legs started shaking.

"Mi-Mig! Im-" You tried warning him, but he didn't care since he continued ramming into you harder.

"Fuck-" Your back arched even more when your body finally gives out to the pleasure and you creamed around his dick.

"J-joder, eso es todo mi amor, joder, te sientes bien." (f-fuck, that's it my love, fuck you feel good.) Miguel's hips started stuttering as he's almost close. Your moans were louder when you felt overstimuation creeping in.

Your name escaped his mouth like a mantra as you felt warm liquid filling you from the inside.

His hips stilled as he came into you more and more.

Your body gave out, and you collapsed on the plush cushion of the sofa, trying to catch your breath.

You didn't notice you took few more minutes to do it when Miguel carried you to the bathroom and stepped inside the bathtub, your back agaist him as you layed your head on his chest.

"You think they heard us? The people next door?" You spoke as you enjoyed the feeling of his fingers caressing your face.

"As much as I know, they rented out this floor, but I wouldn't mind if a passing hotel staff heard. At least it will be enough to stop those stupid rumours." Miguel answered as he started to rub your back with a soapy towel.

You smiled and chuckled at his words. He is always cute when his jealous.

You couldn't be happier with the man you married.

The End

[i-cannot-spell-chaos]

Webs and Masks

(I don't own image)

(Yandere spider verse platonic and romantic x Villain! Spider man reader!)

(Sorry it took so long! warning cursing!Sorry if it's bad!)

A comic was slapped on the table the cover showing You a spider man jumping away from a crime scene. SO let explain shall we? You had been Spider man for a year and a half. Getting bit by a radioactive spider on the ankle when rescuing a scientist who sadly passed due to radiation from an experiment called InSpid mutation where they would mutate spiders but the spiders got loose. You did die legally speaking having to claw your way out of your grave is not recommended. *You look at Uncle Ben spider man 'how the fuck'* So you decided since you were dead technically you would run the under streets of New York. You expected a hero however he never came your fate had changed. You found out through the discovery of the multi verse and time lines. The spider who was supposed to create your rival had been brought to another universe. Due to this your canon event didn't happen meaning you weren't a true spider man just a villain who is spider man?

SO to sum it up you were bit by a radioactive clone spider became villain spider man and is working on creating a way to go into different universes.

Other than that you like visiting your neighbor every Sunday for game night. This family was the Morales family your universe is the only universe you're alive in all the other universes you go missing or you're found dead by spider man. You hoped this peace will stay for as long as it can.

Until a portal opens in your lab or a spot? A man with a plain white face and a spot in the middle popped his head out looking around. Thoughts run in your head but the main one is how the hell is he doing that. The man looked at you before asking "Hey do you want to fuck up this Spider guy's introduction? He's kinda attacking my rival Miles Morales and I need someone to be in the inside" You look at him wide eyes grabbing his face. "He's attacking my buddy? I'm gonna crush that man with my thighs" You jumped through the portal getting sent to this spider verse HQ

"So it hasn't happened yet but Miles Morales will show up in two months sorry" The portal closes behind you.

You look around realizing how fucked you are in this situation. He sent you a month ahead?! You got caught in an hour after glitching and was brought to Miguel o Hara. After finding who you were and why you were there you were given a day watch to stop the glitching. Miguel was curious about you and your time line theory.

You spent hours explaining it and showing it through spider webs. The Spider can choose different webs Some Spiders don't even have webs but the things that make them all alike is what defines them. Every Spider man has choices that change in different universes that is their time line however if it changed the time line collapse on itself. Sometimes these webs are built and can change however if they are already prone to change. For example you can say anything to a person in pompeii before the volcanic explosion but that doesn't damage the time line since it was coming to an end.

Miguel loved this theory since it went with his until you went on with time loops and got stuck in a loop for an hour.

However the reason why you came creeped onto him before he knew it. You became friends with the children of the Spider verse MayDay,Hobie,Paviter, and Gwen. Spotting you multiple times from a window seeing you jump across buildings just to make sure they weren't injured when they came back. Wolf spider he figured due to your attachments to younger spider people. The other got quite attached to you being there. Since Miguel wouldn't allow you to leave for an odd reason.

The day it finally happened before you knew it. Miles Morales came to HQ after fighting the spot. He seemed to recognize you from his universe hugging you. At first you returned it until he didn't let go.

Miles had known the reason why you disapeared in his universe seeing it for him self. You were close to him like another dad before you went missing. Seeing you alive squeezed his heart his reaction was holding onto you.

You had to get help from Peter B and Gwen to get him off.

"Going to introduce yourself, kid?" you asked the boy patting his shoulder. "I'm Miles Morales Spider man in my universe" Miles smiled showing his teeth. "I'm Doctor (your name) the evil version of spider man in my universe bit of advice pretty sure Miguel has Rabies don't let him bite you and being spider is not all of the swing shift your weight when you jump to where you want to swing the jump matters." You smile showing off your fangs. Miles looked shocked at your fangs you really were different here.

Jess called the two of you over saying Miguel wanted to see us. Hobie groaned before you dragged him along happily. Walking in pocketing the final things for your watch. Miguel kept you here only with a day pass so you started making your own.

You plopped into a seat ignoring what was about to happen. Miles spoke to Miguel while you were finishing your watch. Everything was in place when suddenly Miguel threw a desk down at Miles scaring you. Quickly grabbing Miles away from it. You looked up at Miguel worried "The hell man! You can't just hit a kid!" You yelled at him "He's an anomly!" Miguel yelled at you glaring down at Miles.

Seeing you were backing down he looked at Miles "Let me explain...follow me" He led them to a room filled with holograms. "This is the spider verse in every universe there is cannon" Miguel went on with his lecture when he brought out cannon events. "These things happen in every universe this is what makes spider man" there was a pause a thing you dreaded with Miguel in the two months you had known him. Those pauses is when something bad will happen "That included when a chief is close to spider man they die every single time" Some thought ran through your head....you didn't know any police chief's Mile's dad never got through the police acedemy so he was a security guard in your universe..So are you really spider man you have spider man dna but are you truelly spider man haha butt oh speaking of butts why is miguel cheeked up on a tuesday afternoon? Where did he get all that ass?

Your thoughts were cut off when Miguel mentioned your name. "Huh" "(Your name)...Run!" Peter b yelled at you. Looking for the danger you saw an approaching Miguel and a running Miles. You booked it sliding easily through the halls knowing the place for weeks. Miles was right behind before jumping on your back. You stumbled in shock before continuing to run. "Don't listen to them (Your name) come back" Miguel called for you.

Now you don't know true fear unless you had been chased by Miguel. Mother fuckers growling behind you clawing at walls going through them. There was a crowd in front of you so you did the first thing that came to your head. "Evacuate the building Miguel o Hara from universe 2099 have is chasing after me and I was listening!" People usually only hear the first part so they move quickly. You passed through quickly holding Miles close before jumping. Looking down you saw Miguel's claw almost catching you. He desperate look for you brought actual fear in your bones. "Miles why is he after me" You asked Miles landing on a random building "Miguel was saying stuff about canon events when he said me saving my dad would cause my universe to collapse and the reason why your universe had no other spider man was because you were supposed to be in his!" Miles yelled catching his breath.

"I knew something was up with him but i got a plan for us. I think I finished the watch I might be able to bring you home I just need to scan you" You pressed a few button before scanning him showing his universe. Opening the portal you saw Miguel claw his was up the building. The portal was unstable but it was fully open you threw Miles through. You turn around to see Miguel right behind you breathing down your neck. "Miguel...hey bud" you say nervously backing away from him. "You weren't planning on leaving right?" Miguel asked you his hand grabbing your coat sleeve. "Close the portal Mi Vida I can take you home now" Miguel said leaning down to your neck. After spending some time with this man you knew something was up but this was to far. "Miguel let go.."You asked him breathing quickly anxiety almost pouring through your ears as you heart pounded in your chest. "Are you scared of me" Miguel asked taking off his mask showing you his face. "We all want you back. What about those spider kids will you really leave them? Your soft to soft for your own good Mi vida" Miguel whispered in your ear.

Instinct was the last thing that came out of your body. Kicking your legs using Miguel as a boost sending yourself through the portal behind you ripped you jacket with his claw. Miguel landed on his ass looking at you launching himself at the portal luckily it closed before he could get through.

You looked around seeing you were on a tall building's roof. In front of you was a wall spray painted memorial of two people on it. You and Miles's dad. "Well damn-" you were knocked out quickly.

You woke up on a couch blinking seeing yourself in a familiar place. Looking up you saw Miles tyed up to a bean bag talking to another...Miles? Oh were in the wrong universe!

"Miles!" You yelled out both boys looking at you. Miles 42 gasping seeing you awake going over to you quickly. "Careful Uncle (your name) we just didn't want you running off like before...it's really mean yelling at your family because they wanted to keep you safe and when you went missing and was pronounced dead we knew it was fake! I knew you wouldn't be killed that easily! You were just sleeping!"

...."Huh" was the only thing you could get out before passing out again.

(part 2 coming up next sorry!)

[whateveryouiguess]

four letter word.

Miguel O’ Hara x Reader, 1k+ words

Warnings: None i don’t think, mentions of Miguel’s comic origin along w his movie lore, she/her pronouns r used in this one, mostly sentimental ramblings abt everyone’s favorite problematic bb girl, improper punctuation and capitalization bc i’m a poet and i simply cant be bothered LMAOOO. lmk whatcha think :)

last night, miguel told her he hated her.

at least, that’s how he heard it. with her hand in his hair and his head nestled between the ridges of her collarbone and the crook of her neck, his eyes closed as every bit of the days worries seemed to float away, just as they always did when he was in her arms. craning his neck up to see the edge of her face backlit by the lamp light, the gentle contours of her face illuminated like a Rembrandt painting. the crest of dawn was creeping, seeping through the cracks in the windowsill, the green blue sky still freckled with stars as the world stay asleep. universes laid to rest in their cozy beds, minds at ease, all shrouded in blankets and carpeted by dreams: all but him. he never slept very much anyway; if there wasn’t a pressing mission keeping him awake, it was the ghosts that waited for him behind his eyes.

the compilation of all his hardest, worst moments, playing on a loop in the empty theatre of his hippocampus. the icy sensation of a rapture high, the white hot pain of withdrawal. the strands of spider dna that launched a foot race through him as he injected himself with nothing but a hope and a prayer. the stretching of his jaw, the razor sharp fangs that grew onto his incisors, the indicators that he would forever be other. though the coercive whispers of his addiction had grown quiet, the blood curdling screams of his wife and child still echoed through him, day by day, night by night, every hour on the hour. it was years before he could look at happy families without the urge to scratch at his leg with one of his talons. that should’ve been us. that would’ve been us if I hadn’t fucked it up so badly. he’d learned to let the ghosts just float by, a technique begrudgingly introduced into his life once it was recommended by jess, practically his therapist (and a mind reader, as he hadn’t once asked for her help). part of him—a stupid, naive, part—hoped that they would never truly go away. in his mind, in the absence of them, it was as though their screams were close enough to their laughter that he could pretend he still heard them, that when he rose from his bedroom each morning, he would still find them laughing and carrying on as they made sunday breakfast, or that when he woke up to an empty house, there they would be, playing in the soil and pruning the rose bushes out back, but at the end of the day, he knew they wouldn’t be. there was no stove for them to warm tortillas on for breakfast tacos. and there was no garden of roses to prune on the cold, lawn-less patio of his high rise apartment. it was just him and his grief.

but miguel didn’t believe in that “five stages” bullshit. just another myth of psychology constructed by scientists to put the suffering at ease, he thought. to give them a timeline of their hurting, to provide them not with a date or location of when, but a clear indicator that the dust of hurting would one day settle, and that the war inside their head would one day be over. he thought they’d figured that was a good enough bandage for the gash of death. but no one talks about the scar that comes once that gash is healed. no one talks about the ripping of the stitches, or the blinding pain that follows when the wounds reopen and clot and scab over and over and over again, never quite sealing shut. miguel knew in his head that he would never heal, and part of him was grateful. if he never healed, he never had to let them go. THAT was why he hated her.

he hated her because the very second he first saw her, he could hear the bells. she smiled at no one and nothing in particular, and his national anthem blared on speakers through the streets, the song he hadn’t heard since the day he lost the first loves of his life. she said hello, and flags were raised once again, she waved goodbye and the city streets, littered in bombshells and empty magazines swept themselves clean, a cold rain poured down from the sky and civilians left their homes for the first time in days to watch the downpour, to dance in it. war was over, whether he liked it or not.

and now, with his head on her chest and her heartbeat in his ear, the ghosts have found their final resting place and kissed his cheeks goodbye, one last time. and though he never loses sight of them, they don’t scream his name from the rubble anymore. they whisper to him, egging him on, encouraging him on days when he can’t find the strength in himself to keep going. the specters are like saints to him now, a crutch to lean on when he wants her so badly it makes him miss them. he kneels at their gravestone and weeps, just for them to rest on his shoulder and sigh. and they forgive him. they let him go. free him into the expanses of the wild with the knowledge that he’s ready to survive on his own, and they cheer jubilantly when he runs straight to her, as if there were anywhere else for him to go.

miguel hates her. he hates the way her laughter makes his stomach bubble, he detests the sweet, potent smell of the still-steamy bathroom as she exits the shower (he also hates the little messages she leaves for him in the fogged up mirror—finger traced transmissions reading “hi, handsome!” and “we’re out of toilet paper <3”). and he hates, most of all, that she doesn’t have to try. she never once forced him to open up to her, starting the game and waiting till he was comfortable enough to lay out his cards. he was guarded as all get out before he met her, but he broke down brick walls to let her in, not because she asked him to, or even because she said she requested entry. because he knew it was time to open. it was time for the eastern and western regions of himself to meet and rejoice once again, to end the era of his solitude and self pity, and to allow the soft smiles and crows feet to return to his face again.

he hates how easy it was to fall apart in her arms, and how easily she puts him back to together. he hates how she never needed him, but wanted him more than anything, he hates how she made an effort for him, because no one else ever had, and he hates most of all that there isn’t a single fiber of his being that could ever, in any fraction of the multiverse, bring the whole of him to truly and earnestly detest her. he hates her because he doesn’t hate her. not one bit at all.

so, in the present moment, when he cranes his neck up to see her, eyes only half open in the wee, small, hours of the morning, he traces a hand down her jaw and rests his palm behind her ear and strokes his thumb across her cheek. the sleepy smile that pulls from her entraps him, the feeling of her nails scratching at the nape off his entombs him, he knows he is royally and utterly screwed, tortured by the mere experience of her. so he licks his cracked lips and elects to give her a piece of his mind.

but when he opens his mouth to tell her how much he hates her, hate doesn’t end up being the four letter word he uses.

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ty for reading <3 if ya have any requests send em my way and maybe i’ll do em who knows. take it easy :)

[tvwolfsnake]

also I'd really love to see a fic that does something interesting/fun with homura using hara hara tokei to learn how to build a bomb. imagining her spending an entire loop infodumping to madoka about various new left movements

[koheletgirl]

guys bli ayin hara but i think i might have broken the time loop

[septembersghost]

The loop industry is a million times worse than Hollywood. These people are circus animals and nothing else. Just go into any kpop news site, 9 out of 10 posts are along the lines of "netizens worried after (insert any idol here) cries on Instagram live and posts concerning message online" (it's insane how many times the same headline repeats with different idols), "(idol) rushed to hospital", (idol) apologizes after backlash for (something nobody should have to apologize for)" (it's Korean culture, and their agencies make them apologize for everything, even yawning on camera, we're talking handwritten apology notes (this is a big thing in Korea) for the simplest things. Etc. Honestly, Hara's death is painful but not unexpected, she had been hospitalized days before that for an OD, and Sulli constantly went live on IG and started crying and saying suicidal things. Jonghyun too was extremely sensitive and his doctor blamed him for being depressed and basically pushed him to suicide even more (he left a heartbreaking note). Everyone failed these young people.

:((((( i hate this, it is so inhumane and upsetting.

i saw this post on twitter yesterday:

there are a lot of factors and reasons for this, many tied to social media, but the idea that they're commodities up for grabs and conspiracizing (we're pretending that's a word) about their private lives and treating them like they only exist for content creation and our entertainment is SO distressing, and has only become more so the more i've begun to notice it, and it is DEFINITELY worse than it's ever been thanks to tiktok. this was in reference to western media, i know the kpop industry is a whole other topic unto itself. all of it is toxic and unfair.

there is absolutely NO excuse for performers and artists to be treated like this anywhere. what you describe, and i've seen little bits of this in passing, is negligence and abuse, and should be completely unacceptable. no amount of money or fame or whatever measurement is being used here is worth the harm and degradation done to living, breathing human beings, and there needs to be a serious reckoning in how these industries treat people, and, frankly, how we as audiences speak about and treat them as well.

[ariadnahelenar]

No quiero encajar donde sea:

I don't wanna fit wherever

Esta entrada es solo para comprobarme a mi misma que no quiero encajar donde sea, nunca lo he hecho, ni tengo intenciones de hacerlo.

Pero llevemos esto a mi regla de tres aplicada en la vida, puede que esto sea raro porque es dificil de verbalizar cuando lo hacia inconciente. La regla de tres pueden ser tres meses, tres años, tres lugares, tres citas, tres examenes, tres actividades o hasta tres faltas, lo bueno es que siempre se puede seguir generando de a tres.

Detallemos de que va esto, la regla de tres seria por ejemplo en amistades al menos tres años para considerarlo tus amigos, tres años para saber si aun tienes ganas de contarles cosas y este punto saber que si todo funciona despues de ese tiempo no habra distancia o barrera que pueda quebrar esa amistad, entonces es tu amigo. Ahora incluso dentro de esas amistades pueden haber tres, es decir tres actividades al año donde se junten e incluso para romper con amistades toxicas tres faltas, tolerar mas de tres solo te hara caer un a relación toxica.

En cuanto a trabajos durar más de tres años solo seria posible si hay oportunidades de crecimiento, nuevos retos, proyectos y aumentos progresivos con las nuevas habilidades adquiridas ahora sin nuevos proyectos, oportunidades de crecimiento o un aumento salarial progresivo lo mejor es separarse de los cargos cada tres años para no desarrollar toxicas conductas y falta de interes, compromiso o pasion por lo que se hace y con eso perjudicar la imagen como trabajador, la lealtad tiene un precio y es el agotamiento.

Ahora vamos con la aplicacion en las relaciones de pareja, son tres citas para conocer a alguien, tres meses para ver si se puede tener una relacion con esa persona a largo plazo y luego tres años para descubrir si hay algun futuro o cambio, esto puede ser desde vivir juntos, comprometerse, casarse, invertir juntos en algo, tener un perro o compartir algun proyecto a futuro que garantice un nexo a esa persona por al menos tres años más y como en loop o circulo vicioso solo repites la misma formula cada tres años. Ahora te dire como aplicar la regla de tres citas durante la relacion, al menos organizar tres citas durante la semana es la meta cuando se trata de noviazgos, compromisos o matrimonios, luego cada tres meses viajar a algun lugar por un fin de semana por tres dias internamente en el pais y luego cada tres años viajar cada tres semanas a un destino fuera del pais. Esto mantendra tu relacion fuera de la rutina, comprometido con la relacion y ademas vinculado con tu pareja y lo que le ocurre. Asi mismo, en cuanto a terminar relaciones acepta la regla de las tres faltas y aprende a decir a chau.

En lo academico tres años para adquirir un nuevo conocimiento, sea universidad, postgrado, doctorado, curso, diplomado, algo que te permita salir de la rutina cada tres años brindandote algo nuevo, nuevo idioma, nueva habilidad, nueva herramienta.

En lo personal, considera tomarte break cada 3 dias durante la semana al menos 3 horas para dormir, correr, comprar o solo reir con amigos. Viajar cada tres meses para salir de la rutina a otro pais a otra ciudad o a otro pais cada tres años. Regalate a ti mism@ la oportunidad de compaginar contigo, de encontrarte, de centrarte, ve esa pelicula que no habias visto, lee ese libro que no habias leido, escucha esa cancion o lista de canciones que no habias escuchado pero siempre de a tres, tres canciones, tres peliculas, tres capitulos de un libro. Pide tres consejos, tres opiniones de ti y tres regalos en tu cumpleaños.

Puede que suene como una extraña teoria pero cuando aprendes a aplicarlo esto te brindara nuevos horizontes, perspectivas, te ayudara a cambiar tu manera de ver las cosas, no por nada son tres intentos en el famoso juego de piedra, papel y tijera o tres strikes en baseball o tres rounds en juegos de maquinas. Si lo miras el mundo te ha enseñado que de a tres es que funciona el mundo, en funcionamiento siempre son tres. Hay excepciones a esta regla pero puede servir de marco guia, no es la unica y no aplica para todo, pero como marco general sirve bien de volante para manejarte en la vida, aun estoy guiandome con ella y pues es la tercera entrada de este blog. Se que me lo debia!

[writingwithcolor]

Hey there! I'm writing a very self indulgent AU right now based on a movie, and one of the characters I'm transplanting into it is Jewish. The movie plays with the popular sci-fi trope of characters being trapped in an infinite time loop of living the same day over and over (a la Groundhog Day), and I started to wonder if there's readings of that through a Jewish lens I haven't thought of; how might a Jewish character approach/conceptualise becoming stuck in that situation, waking up to the same day over and over, resetting when they fall asleep or die, everyone around them (bar one) resetting too and not remembering the past loops? I have one or two friends I'm thinking of asking too but I'd love to hear as many perspectives as possible! (note: I'm afraid I'm not sure of the character's exact denomination bc I don't think the source text specified and my knowledge is limited, but he's very proud of and happy with his religion and fairly observant as far as I'm aware!) No worries if you can't/don't want to answer this, I'm not even sure I'll ever finish or post this fic and I don't think I NEED to change the narrative as such, but I've been thinking a lot about how it'd be a good/worthwhile thing to consider for the character and I'm not sure where to start, it seems like a question a bit philosophical for a quick Google! Thank you in advance, you guys do great work here ^^

Jewish Character Stuck in Time Loop

Ooh this sounds like fun 😊

One thing to consider is the observance of time-dependent mitzvot. You should be able to find some relevant discussions by googling ‘when is Shabbat in the north pole?’ or ‘when is shacharit in space?’ for example, since so many of our commandments depend on certain assumptions about how time can be measured using the sun. If you live the same Thursday over and over, is the third one Shabbat? Or the seventh one? Or is it always just Thursday? Similarly, is the character marking off the days until the important Jewish holidays in their own reference frame, or observing the Jewish calendar as per the reference frame of the local community?

Oh, and if he has a menstrual cycle and is married, if he still gets his cycle while in the time loop that would tie him up in knots that I can’t even start to untangle right now but look up taharat mishpachah for details. (And if he’s married to someone with a menstrual cycle, probably still look this up because there would be an emotional impact of losing the rhythm of touching and not touching, even without all the practical implications.)

In real life, to keep these commandments properly would definitely need rabbinic input. In the absence of a rabbi to provide realistic dialogue for this (or just to keep the story moving), I’d recommend slipping in a reason why that conversation can’t happen. Maybe the rabbi keeps saying, “What an interesting question, I’ll look it up and get back to you tomorrow.” D’oh!

Despite playing havoc with the time-bound mitzvot, a time loop would be beneficial for the interpersonal commandments. That conversation where you accidentally spoke loshan hara? Go back tomorrow and do better. The process of teshuva (usually translated as ‘repentance’ but literally means ‘returning’, i.e. getting back to your connection to God or to your best self) is very important in Judaism. The process is only complete when you’re in the same situation again and don’t make the same mistake. Your character has a unique advantage of being able to get back to the literal same situation, in a highly predictable way that won’t catch him off guard and knock him back into old habits. It would be nice to see him improving in the interpersonal mitzvot each day.

Finally, it’s not a disaster if you can’t work this in, but I wonder if your character is someone who likes to study and do research? It’s one of those things that is a stereotype if overdone, but is culturally accurate if well executed as part of a fully rounded character. If they have some free time as a result of being in a loop (e.g. you don’t have to spend too long on work if you know everything that’s going to happen), it would be cool if they spent some of it learning about the science and philosophy of time and how a time loop could be possible. I think that’s what a lot of real Jewish people would do. It also occurred to me that their learning is one of the few achievements they can hold on to, that won’t be lost when time resets, therefore exalting knowledge as being beyond any material prize. That seemed like a very Jewish idea to me.

-  Shoshi

November 2021

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

hara x reader x furuhashi: poly relationship hcs

alright folks long time no poly relationship hcs let’s get this started

the dynamic would be funky in this pairing, that’s for sure: you’ve got hara, who’s the Wild Child TM, and you’ve got furu, who hates Wild Children TM, and you’ve got you, probably a healthy dose of the both of them

it ends up with you and furuhashi having to ‘parent’ hara who has absolutely no restraints

imagine you and furu go out for a nice date at a little patisserie, maybe sharing a slice of fruit cake, with the warm summer breeze in your hair, etc etc

then all of a sudden post-streetball hara shows up, slides his head in between the two of yours, kisses you both on the lips, and it’s only when you finish scolding him for being inappropriate that you realise that, in the chaos, he’s stolen the remains of the cake

that’s this relationship summed up

see, furu’s a cat. he’s all about subtle love, the little things, slight touches. we’re talking chaste kisses on your cheek as he cooks, or a slight smile shared with hara in the middle of a match.

whereas hara’s a dog. he refuses to allow the two of you to be affectionate without getting him somehow caressed - to have a conversation with furuhashi, at least one of you has to be giving hara a head massage to shut him up (his boy loves head massages)

also hara’s a dog because he will just fucking lick you, slobber all over your shoulder out of spite.

anyway, when in public, most people would take the three of you to be a relationship between you + hara, and assume that furu’s a third wheel (his constantly peeved expression doesn’t help), since you and hara try to respect that furu’s not a big fan of pda

doesn’t help that hara’s very loud about his feelings

concept: some guy hits on you.

immediately hara’s all in his face, threatening to beat him up (largely because he just wants to beat someone up), whilst furuhashi’s more likely to be watching from the sidelines - his input is in not helping you shut hara up, and also giving hara a slight nod to go on

yeah furu grumbles a lot about you and hara, and especially hara, but he loves you both just as much as you two love him

he buys you flowers, teaches you their meanings; he preps bentos for hara, with fresh fruit + veg, to make sure hara’s staying healthy before matches (maybe even cuts him a little sausage octopus, or makes a smile out of seaweed)

furu: hara you’re a fool and every minute i spend with you cuts my life expectancy in half

also furu: plays with hara’s hair for the whole movie, kisses him on the forehead when he finally stops talking

other things to note are the fact that hara’s very much the one who comes up with wacky date ideas. he’s the one at 1am, waking you and furu up to be like “yo i bought ferry tickets to okinawa hurry up we’ll be late” without having ever mentioned it to either of you beforehand

and who’s going to stop him? mr. furuhashi “go with the flow” kojiro?

actually speaking of sleep, here’s the Bedtime dynamic:

you and furu lying beside no another, maybe your arm over furu, maybe furu’s leg looped with yours.

a picturesque scene, right?

wrong. hara is roleplaying a blanket and is splayed across the two of you and some of his sleep drool will probably get on your face

other poly relationship posts

imayoshi + hanamiya

seto + haizaki

seto + yamazaki

hanamiya + seto

hanamiya + furuhashi

hanamiya + hara

[unt1tled]

goohara

credit when using.

© harafile

[hq--fics]

hi! could u pls write how kuroo,bokuto,semi and oikawa would react to going to the beach with their gf and teammates and getting jealous when everyone’s staring at her in bikini?💖

A/N:  Oh anon you’ve spoiled me with multiple boys to write! Thank you so much for the request. I really hope you like it and I hope that I wrote Semi well enough!

Prompt list: here or feel free to request your own scenarios **Requests are open**

“Going to the beach with their gf and teammates and getting jealous when everyone’s staring at her in a bikini” w/Kuroo, Bokuto, Semi, and Oikawa 

Words: 4247

Warnings: some swearing

Masterlist

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Kuroo

You both had planned this trip to the beach over a week ago; picking a day that you were both free and knew the weather would be great. This was to be a day for both of you to have fun and relax. Of course the entire team were invited to really make the most of the day, they needed the chance to unwind too.

When you all arrived at the beach and set up your own area to hang out and start having fun you blinked in surprise to see most of the guys strip down to their swimming trunks and make a beeline for one of the free beach volleyball nets while shouting out who would be on which team. Kuroo didn’t even give you a second look, his eyes set solely on the net. It wasn’t that you minded him playing it was the fact that he didn’t ask you to join them. Hell you would have taken a quick kiss on the cheek before he sprinted off, a sign that he hadn’t forgotten your presence was all you wanted.    

Glancing back you saw Kenma perched on one of the beach chairs, he’d changed too but obviously had no interest in playing volleyball. His eyes were trained on the game console in hand. You didn’t want to disturb him and looked over to smirk as Yaku had wasted no time in deciding flirting with some girls would be more fun and you felt your presence would probably throw him off. Not wanting to spoil the mood you pulled off your tank top and shorts to show the red bikini with white polka dots you were wearing underneath.

Grabbing the sarong from your bag you tied it around your waist only now noticing that Kenma’s game was silent you looked to see your boyfriend’s best friend staring at you, a small dusting of pink on his cheeks which you pretended not to notice. “Not that he will but if Kuroo asks, I’ve gone for a walk.” You said dropping your sunglasses from your head to settle over your eyes as you began to walk along the warm sand in the opposite direction of Kuroo.

When they stopped for a break the guys went to one of the coolers brought and grabbed a drink. By now Yaku had returned from his flirting and had been sunbathing while Kenma hadn’t budged from his seat. Only now did Kuroo spot what was wrong with the picture. With a frown he looked around, eyes drifting to the water in case you’d gone for a swim. “She went for a walk.” Kenma spoke up, not needing to look away from his screen to know what was going through his best friend’s mind. “She told me to tell ‘Kuroo’ if he asked.” The others winced and Kuroo felt nervous. You’d been together for so long that you only ever called him by his last name if you were annoyed at him.

Then from a short distance away they all heard cheering and your name. All attention turned in the direction of the commotion. Their eyes widened, jaws dropping in unison as they saw you in your bikini for the first time. To make things worse they watched your lithe form diving to successfully receive the ball spiked towards your side of the net and you hit the sand with a laugh. Your receive let your teammate deliver the winning spike and your game was finished. Kuroo tore his gaze from you to the spectators-mostly male he noted- eyeing you and he felt his eye twitch. Then you had to let one of them help pull you to your feet, his fingers lingering on your arm just a little too long for his liking. You laughed at something the guy had said and you looked down at your sand dusted form. Innocently you removed the sarong from your waist and shook off the sand before using it to wipe the remnants on your skin all while your admirers watched intently.

Unable to hold back anymore he crossed the sand closing in on you. At his approach you lowered your sunglasses to look over the rim at him. “Ah Kuroo, this is Sato, Ikeda, and Hara.” You introduced with a beaming smile. “They were so kind to invite me to play with them when they saw me on my own, wasn’t that nice of them?” Your tone was playful and light but Kuroo swiftly felt the sharpness of your point, the jealousy he’d felt brewing was now mixing with the stronger sense of guilt.

“Thanks for keeping her company guys,” he said not looking anywhere but you. Swiftly he took the sarong from your loosened grasp and draped it around your shoulders before pulling you close against his chest. His lips captured yours insistently. He would admit part of it was to make a point to the admirers who might have had deluded themselves into thinking you were single but mostly his kiss was to show you how much he loved you. “How ‘bout some one on one time? You can call me a dumbass the whole time.” “Oh Tetsu, you are a dumbass.” You laughed out before pressing a quick kiss on his lips “but you’re my dumbass.” You added as you ducked under his arm as you started walking back to the rest of the Nekoma team, allowing him a full view of you in your bikini as he gave chase.

Bokuto

The trip was like everything with Bokuto, spontaneous. The sun was out, you were both free so it was decided the day would be spent with the beach. As you got your stuff together you heard Bokuto on the phone to the rest of the Fukurodani team and the managers to tell them where to meet you. Your excitement at the prospect of it just being you and Bokuto did deflate a little but as you listened to him ramble about how awesome it was going to be with everyone your mood picked up quickly once more.  

While the guys went to find a place on the beach for you all, you and the two managers went to change into your swimsuits. When you emerged the two girls squealed; being so unused to Bokuto’s quieter half dressed the way you were. Immediately you became self-conscious and bit your lower lip looking down at the black bikini decorated with a golden feather pattern. It showed off your form perfectly but now you wondered should you go back and change. However both girls grabbed you hands and dragged you out into the sunshine in search of the guys.

By the time you, Yukie, and Kaori arrived the three of you had already amassed an interested following. Mostly it was just long appreciative stares but on the walk some did try to approach but the two managers were quick to brush them off as they kept their arms looped through yours protectively. “Hey, hey, hey!” Yukie called out playfully when she spotted the guys already playing with a volleyball, passing it idly from one to the other. At the signature call they all looked over. Bokuto’s golden eyes widened along with his grin when he saw you, shamelessly looking your bikini and your exposed skin. He was the luckiest guy on earth, he seriously wondered sometimes how he managed to get a girl like you but so long as you were happy to be with him he wasn’t going to question it.

However Bokuto’s focus being solely on you meant he failed to spot all of the looks aimed your way from strangers on the beach. Well he noticed a few stares but to him that was natural, you were gorgeous why wouldn’t you get looked at? What he truly failed to pick up on was the true meaning behind the stares and before that could become apparent Konoha challenging the others to a chicken fight distracted him. Eyes shining, Bokuto grabbed your hand and grinned at you excitedly. “Want to play babe? Together we can’t lose!”

“I’ll play later,” you promised with a large smile, your previous nervousness about how you were dressed had melted away. “I want to soak up as much sun as I can first. You go on though.” That was all Bokuto needed to hear. After giving you a kiss he turned and bolted down towards the sea with the others wanting to play while shouting he was going to win. Laughing at his antics you settled onto the beach chair to read the book you brought and enjoy the sun’s warmth.

Unfortunately other people had very different ideas. Even with some of the guys playing nearby and Kaori and Yukie lounging in their seats on either side of you, guys still approached in the hopes of flirting with you, inviting you to go get a drink or snack, or wanting to know if you wanted to go for a walk or swim with them. Kind as ever you let each person down, your friends letting you handle yourself knowing only to step in should things take a turn. Thankfully everyone seemed understanding enough and left without much hassle.

On the one hand it was nice to be complimented but when it was incessant, each new approach chipped away at your relaxed, cheerful mood to the point you felt tense and on edge just waiting for the next ‘excuse me’ or not-so subtle clearing of a throat to get your attention. Grumbling to yourself you snapped your book shut no longer able to immerse yourself in the story and fished out your mp3 player. Headphones in and music playing you got comfy and closed your eyes already hidden by your sunglasses. Why hadn’t you done this sooner?

Down by the sea Bokuto hadn’t witnessed any of the attention you were getting but the others did to the point they started to make it their main line of conversation. At first Bokuto thought it was their strategy to distract him enough so they could win against him. “Can you blame people from wanting to talk to her? She’s funny and beautiful. She’s the best!” “I don’t think talking is all these guys have on their mind…” Akaashi finally spoke up and when he heard his best friend’s insistence that they were telling him the true he took it a little more seriously all the while trying to ignore the twisting in his stomach. “Look she can handle herself. She’s stronger than other people give her credit for.” He stated with a final shove against Konoha, sending him toppling off Komi’s shoulders and into the water. His victory cheer was cut short when he heard two guys talking as they walked by.

“Ugh, what I wouldn’t give to have a girl like that!” one told his friend who nodded solemnly. “Think her boyfriend was one of the ones close by?” “Possibly, maybe that’s why she said no so quickly. When they leave we could try again with her?” “Good idea!” the friend grinned before sighing wistfully. “Until then I have the memory of seeing her in her black bikini up close.”

Bokuto sprang into action faster than the others anticipated; sprinting up the beach he stopped beside your chair and in one effortless movement he scooped you and the towel you were lying on into his arms. You squealed in surprise and opened your eyes to see Bokuto lie down on the chair and settle you and the towel over him.

Both of you settled into a comfy position, your head tucked under his chin while he had one arm around you, his hand resting on your thigh while you absently played with the fingers of his other. “You win baby?” you asked with a content hum. A grin spread on your lips when his pressed against your head. “Damn right I did.”

Semi

The beach had been your idea and Semi jumped at the chance. He couldn’t wait to have you to himself for once. He’d only recently noticed that his team would always be around you both. Yes, they couldn’t help that you liked to watch their practices but outside of that and school? Some of them were there hanging out too. One person in particular that was always there was Ushijima.

Normally he wouldn’t mind as he never saw Ushijima as a threat against his already established relationship but it wasn’t until Tendou pointed out how you and the ace interacted that he finally saw it.

Honestly how had he not seen the glaringly obvious sooner? You were the only one that Ushijima smiled at. You were a naturally affectionate person to begin with but Ushijima would reciprocate your affection when it went his way. You both even had some sort of inside jokes that he and no one else got. Seriously to an outsider it would look like you and Ushijima were the couple. Deep down Semi felt that made more sense. You and the ace of the academy were ten’s, he on the other hand felt like a six on a good day.  

“Hey sweetie guess what?” you grinned snapping him out of his thoughts as he got out of the car to see you looking at your phone. “Toshi and the rest of the team found out we were heading here today and want to join in on the fun!” “They’re crashing another date?” Semi asked a little too harshly making your smile fall slightly. He took a long deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. It wasn’t your fault. You hadn’t invited them but he would bet money that when they asked if they could come you said yes without any hesitation. Rubbing the back of his neck he muttered a sharp ‘whatever’ and stepped onto the sand.

By the time the team arrived and found you both they could feel the tension. When asked what was wrong you could only shrug while Semi insisted that everything was fine. You scowled at that, knowing it was a blatant lie but said nothing. When it had been just the two of you, you’d tried to get Semi to open up to you and tell you what was bothering him but he refused to the point he lost his temper and shouted at you. You blinked suddenly when Ushijima stood in front of you, eyeing you seriously. “Want to go swim? I’m surprised you haven’t gone near the water yet since you love it so much.”

You failed to notice Semi’s clenched fist at the invitation and display that once again Ushijima knew something about you that he didn’t. With a smile and nod you stood and undid the tie of your dress, letting it hit the sand as you stood out of it revealing to everyone the deep purple bikini with black straps. Semi’s face burned and his eyes widened at the sight and watched as you headed to the water with Ushijima by your side, everyone watching you go as you passed by. “Now do you want to talk about it?” Tendou sang innocently at him.

It wasn’t long before he heard your laughter and his sharp brown eyes finally took in the scene with a hardened glare. Ushijima was holding you in the air, his hands shamelessly on your waist before he lifted you into the air and let you cannonball into the water. When you broke through the surface of the water with a grin he could hear you chanting ‘higher Toshi!’ It pained and angered him to see you so joyful and carefree because of someone else. Why couldn’t you see what was bothering him so badly? Oh right because you weren’t a mind reader.

Just as he stood to go and talk to you rationally he saw Ushijima move his hands from your waist to your thighs to lift you out of the water and place you to stand on his shoulder. Jealousy spiking and patience snapping Semi growled and charged down to water. “Wakatoshi!” he called out tightly when you broke through the water’s surface. Your smile fell and you looked at your boyfriend warily. Ushijima stared at his friend. “Tendou wants you.” was all he said. Not questioning the statement, Ushijima nodded and left the water.

When he was gone Semi looked at you still tense and riled up. “Why am I not good enough for you?” he asked and you had to check your ears for any water in case you’d misheard him. “Ita what is wrong with you?” you demanded stepping out of the water to stand in front of him, arms crossed against your soaked chest. “What’s made you think you’re not good enough? Why are you being so pissy about our friends hanging out? They’ve been this way since we got together and that was months ago. Why is it suddenly bugging you that they have no sense of personal space?” “You definitely don’t mind ‘Toshi’ and his lack of personal space…” you blinked at your boyfriend’s accusation and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t.” he whispered, the last thing he wanted was to be laughed at for feeling lesser.

He flinched when you stepped closer, your body against his as you cupped his face to make him look you in the eyes. Semi saw your adoration for him shining and it was only made clearer when you hugged him tightly. “Idiot. I only laughed because Toshi is my cousin.” Semi reeled back and stared at you in bewilderment. “I know Toshi wouldn’t think to say we were related but I thought Tendou had already told you.” Semi was going to kill that red-headed monster but you pressed a kiss against his clenched jaw.

“I only have eyes for you. You know you’re sexy when you’re jealous…” you hummed against his skin, smirking when his hands trailed over your back and down to your hips. “Speaking of sexy…” Semi uttered with a smirk of his own against your lips. “I’m loving the bikini.” With a grin he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder before wading waist high into the water and throwing you in as you screamed out with laughter.  

Oikawa

“Oi why are the ones who invited us here the last to arrive?” Iwaizumi asked, his eyes narrowing in on Oikawa as he walked towards him. His head tilted curiously when he was his best friend and biggest annoyance in life was approaching the team alone. His posture was relaxed so he doubted she was far behind. Oikawa gave his best friend his usual playful smile as he took one of the free seats.

“The best looking people have to make the best entrances, Iwa.” He stated as if it was the obvious answer before he looked around the group with a smirk. “So who was the first to arrive?” a swift hit to the head with a clenched fist was answer enough. As he began to chat casually with his team he frowned when Kindaichi started to choke on his own words. He stared at his junior as his face turned red and eyes widened. Kunimi followed his friend’s stare and his usually bored expression took on one similar to the stuttering boy.

Slowly the others stopped their own conversations to see what the fuss was about and Iwaizumi cleared his throat while Hanamaki let out a low chuckle, clapping Oikawa on the back. “Well for once you were right. The best looking definitely make the best entrances.” Oikawa barely took in his words as he stared at you approaching, looking like the goddess you were. His eyes roamed over the aqua blue bikini adorning your body, when you were settling into the space on the seat he’d made for you to sit against him he noted the white outline of stars on the fabric.

Noting that the others were still staring at you he pouted and threw his arms around you in a playful display of possession. “Go get your own girls.” He taunted at them while sticking out his tongue at his friends while you laughed at your boyfriend’s antics.

“Nooo keep staring!” you pleaded with the boys while cuddling into Oikawa’s hold. “It’s so rare to see Toru jealous even if he is pretending. Makes a nice change from it being me all the time.” You grinned up at your boyfriend who stared at you blankly. “That’s ridiculous, you shouldn’t feel that way. Don’t you trust me?” he asked trying to lighten the mood and you arched an eyebrow at him. Was he serious? “Of course I trust you.” You said sitting up straighter and moving so his hold around you wasn’t so tight. “Toru think about how many times your fangirls have swarmed you and I’ve had to smile and watch and say nothing. I do that because I trust you. Think about how many waitresses have flirted with you when we’ve been out and I left the table for a second. How many numbers have been slipped to you when they think I was gone long enough. I’ve pretended not to see that or you trying to get rid of the paper before I come back into view because I trust you.”

You started to get upset as you slowly got to your feet. “I bet if you walked ten steps on this beach some girl would come and bat her eyelashes at you. I know it’s going to happen and I know you’ll let them down because we love each other and I trust you completely but don’t you dare imply that my feelings are ridiculous.” Roughly you ran your hand through your hair and looked at the rest of the group who looked awkward and stared at anywhere that wasn’t you or a gobsmacked Oikawa. “Sorry for ruining the mood guys. I’m going to get some ice cream.” You mumbled before walking away.

Before he could wallow his chair was roughly kicked out from under him. Wincing he glared at Iwaizumi who glared back at him ferociously. “IDIOT! GO AFTER HER!” He shouted hauling his clueless best friend to his feet. “She’s better looking than you at the best of time. Every guy on this beach will have been eyeing her up since she arrived.” “Add in that bikini…” Hanamaki added with pursed lips. “And the fact that she’s upset and alone…” Matsukawa dealt the finishing blow and Oikawa took off after you.

You didn’t get very far before the first group of guys came into your space and Oikawa saw as they all smiled at you and talked gesturing to the small space they’d previously been sitting at. He saw how you shook your head and wiped your eyes. One tried to step closer and put a hand out to you but you swiftly stepped out of his reach and firmly shook your head again before walking away.

Oikawa glared at the group as they continued to watch your retreating figure. Sharply he clicked his tongue and continued after you, closing the distance because of course you were dragged into a conversation by someone. Thankfully it was just one guy this time, definitely less intimidating to you than the group that had practically encircled you. Sadly though this guy had only one thing on his mind and Oikawa could see that from the way he looked at you, trying to be subtle about where his gaze would linger before returning it to your face. He was still a little ways away so couldn’t swoop in and rescue you. All he could do was watch you shaking him off politely before you continued on your way. Through all these interactions you were slowly becoming angrier that you couldn’t just get some ice cream.

Then you stopped when you heard the wailing. Looking down you gasped to see you’d ruined a little boy’s sandcastle. Forgetting everything else you knelt down to apologise and help the boy build a bigger and better castle. By now Oikawa was a few feet away and watched you give the boy a high five when the castle was finished. Even this little snake was after you and Oikawa watched as the boy kissed your cheek with a grin.

Jealousy already boiling in his skin from being unable to save you previously this was the last straw and he appeared scooping you into his arms as he stared in triumph at his confused and much younger opponent. “If you’re looking for a Queen for your castle shorty look somewhere else.” He teased the boy while holding you close against his chest. Immediately you sensed the difference in your boyfriend’s declaration and the way he held you compared to earlier. This wasn’t playful, this time he was deadly seriously. “This one’s taken.” He said as he carried you away and towards the snack stand. “Never thought it’d be a six year old that’d make you jealous…” you said with a small sigh as he set you on your feet but kept a firm hand around your waist as you walked. “Was all the others too.” Oikawa grumbled surprising you. “I’m sorry I was so dismissive of your feelings. Jealousy is the worst.” “You were right though, while it doesn’t go away fully it does help when you know you can trust the other completely to say no...and rescue you when needed.”  

[dustedmagazine]

Julmud — Tuqoos (Bilna’es)

Photo by Ruanne Abou-Rahme & Basel Abbas

Tuqoos | طُقُوس by Julmud جُلْمود

Presenting a world of organic, yet artificially altered sounds, Julmud’s debut album runs only 36 minutes but travels through many twisting passages. Cannily sequenced, Tuqoos exists in a place of swirling textures, with the sounds stretched, slowed and manipulated so nothing is quite what it initially seems. Rhythmic at their core, some songs have slow, deep beats while others bounce on electronic blips or tapping percussion; rarely dominated by the rhythms, instead they build sonic worlds around the framework provided by the drums and beats.

The sounds scattered throughout this album clearly draw from Julmud’s Ramallah, Palestine home base, and lend it a distinct, compelling atmosphere. The way the samples of voices, drums, and strings are treated — slowing, pulling them apart, looping and unraveling, and using static and texture — gives the songs a dreamlike feel. This is taken to extremes in “Ishi Hawa’i,” which feels like flipping a Palestinian radio dial, encountering mysterious bits of songs: a woman sings, then fizzing static interjects another voice, as delicate strings come and go. 

There’s a cinematic, neon-lit nighttime vibe to much of this, from the darkly twirling electronics that open the album in “Basmala” to the gorgeous album highlight “Haras El Jabal” and its vocal and string layers. “Toshkol Asi” is like devotional music heard from a nearby building, and the underwater jazz club sound of “Kalma” and its slowed-down vocals feel as if your ears were stuffed with opium. 

While most of the songs use voices as sounds rather than for the words, a few include rap-style vocals, like “Falnukmel” with noisy rhythmic blasts, and “Harti,” which features a snarling, bratty attitude after its singsong first half. Alas, I don’t know the lyrics or the language to glean its meaning. 

Julmud has previously produced for artists like Muqata’a (who also runs the Bilna’es label releasing this album), Haykal, and others, and he’s accumulated an impressive array of techniques, on full display here. The breadth of styles and sounds here, incorporated into distinct, memorable songs, provides a window into a fascinating musical dream world. It also promises much more to come, happily. 

Mason Jones

[soulcaging]

Minttt~ a question for you, sweets. I want you to recall those passions for your muse(s) and tell me why you decided to portray them as a muse. what do you resonate with? what do you feel when you look at your muse(s)? I say muses bc I know you have several akjfsa including all those years ago. thank you xoxo

                  OOC : ohhh monique, you SPOIL me !! ghfhdg lets see if i can put my thoughts down in a way thatll make sense to literally anyone other than me... lets hope read mores work for those who dont want a block of text ghdfhgh so sorry

when it comes to k/ris, it's always been the intrigue of someone forced against their will to do something, the idea that one day you can wake up and something foreign goes through your day for you. not even because its malicious, but because it wants to know about your life. it's just this fucked up reality k/ris lives in, but thats not the only reason i was so intrigued by them. ive always had an attachment to the human kids in ut, having rp'd them both in the past, but the worth highlighting rn is c/hara. k/ris gave me so much c/hara didnt, they gave me familial bonding and connections one can easily dig their teeth into, it was a lot more... blatant ? and i got so attached to this too. its like... this kid had a life before everything happened in dr, and i just. grabs them. shakes them. theyre SO fun to rp. i have a thing where i cant handle a lot of angst, so someone like k/ris is perfect for me -- theyre struggling with the cosmic horror of the player, sure, but theyre not just that struggle. theyre a kid, they like pranks, they play the piano, they miss their brother, they have friends, they eat things no human should... theyre just. theyre just a human being. and i love everything abt them like theyre my own kid. i care them so fuckign much.

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.................................. well... since you said muses plural, youve activated my trap card  ( talking about p/apyrus for more than 2 seconds )

PAP MY GOD DAMN BELOVED. everything about him makes my neurons light up like a god damn christmas light show in the US. its the energy, the facade of confidence, the way his unending friendliness almost comes to his detriment, how he uses his ego to not only lift himself up, but you as well, and !! so much MORE its absolutely impossible for me to say it all !!!! ive loved pap for years now, ive explored almost every valley when it comes to him in my brain, and yet i still find myself so fixated on him. even when i wasnt into ut/dr i would still talk to people about him since i think a LOT abt how its implied pap is really strong. like everyones all fixated on s/ans huh ??? what abt my BOY ????? im sure if he wasnt so friendly and if he didnt have his special attackTM stolen, he wouldve EASILY been as powerful as his brother. maybe more, since paps is the only one out of the two to mention control inputs directly. imagine.... i could genuinely ramble abt pap for years if given the opportunity but i have so many other muses i wanna talk abt so just know this: i love him.

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ah, j/evil, my most recent muse in my endless library of ut/dr muses. its so funny, i only really mused him because i already had a muse similar to him and i listened to the man on the internets version of the world revolving  ( 1 hr ver ) on loop for. hm. Too Long. i got attached to him for similar reasons as both k/ris and pap, since in the most odd of ways, hes... a combination of the two ? in a way ???   hes a ball of endless energy, a puppet who doesnt see himself as trapped, not because hes free, but because hes made himself believe he is. also, the way he talks itches so many parts of my brain, i love how distinct it is, how weird it is. hes just a funky lil guy !  hes the one i have least to talk abt, but, hes very enjoyable

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now its time for me to get emotional over my past, get ready

it all started with me musing s/ans, so in a way, i have him to thank for the fact i even started in this community !!  my passion for rping him is all but gone, but i cant forget my roots. then of course, i picked up f/risk and c/hara, and those are when i was REALLY into the community and felt like i had a voice in it.  ( im still surprised anyone would notice me, considering i was just a lil 15 y/o with shitty icons LMAO )  this community has always been so good to me, and re-meeting people i met through it  ( like you !!! )  is the easiest way for me to feel so, so, so happy. i grew up in this community, starting off as a 15 y/o, but now im 21. isnt that fucking wild ??  thats 6 years !!!  and yet im still here, i still consider everyone i met in the community friends, if not family, and if im honest... thats the biggest motivator for me to be here. my silly little family of silly little rpers. <3

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Uncle Cetus knitting; There is a matching picture, where Morgan is wearing that sweater by the way...

Tale 21: What The Wagon Was For (chapter 8 - On The Radio 8/8 ) part 6. Stories of wizards

no warings

           Wool and yarn; Soft threads tied together to keep warm. Self soothing, and expressing creativity. Natural fibers, twirled into textiles that are plush, yet strong. The smell of plastic from the store, that turns into a soft warm sent, as fingers pull it between needles and hooks; As it is transformed into a variety of adornments. Bright as red, or white with dots, thick as rope, or thin like thread; There is no limit to the yarn available to those who seek it. Each loaf, pulled from its inner loop, and wound into balls that seem to always escape, tangle, or go missing. There is always too little, or too much of it around. With a few years practice, a hat can be made in under an hour, with argyle of red and navy, against a confetti white base; Complete with ties and pom-poms. The secret ingredient is time and love; Weaved into something comforting, to be gifted and cherished by someone. A gift of warmth that shows you care.

There is an aesthetic, sensation, smell, and rhythm, in this ancient textile art. Not only calming, but also protective and embellishing. This is why when the couples’ knitting group was over, uncle Cetus kept knitting for the family, while Jupiter kept finding odd amounts of wool in the linen cupboard. While she groaned about the plethora of thread, each autumn, Morgan and the rest of the family, eagerly awaited what Cetus had spent the year crafting for them. Made with love, thought, dedication, and material that costs more then they should. these treasures were meaningful; Because they were made by hand, just for them.

           At the end of the semester, some important paperwork finally got processed and aproved. Magic politics can only function within the common laws of a land; And the law prioritizes children in need of homes, over opinionated wizards. Cetus, after struggling to organize finances after his mother died, finally got guardianship over his sister’s precious son. The problem was that Morgan was bonded to Tiberius Gate, living in an ominous tower. With Emilia. Aunt Jupiter was no quitter; She suggested they move into the tower as well. They already lived in town, and Reginia was going to be sent to magic school anyway. She was to be Morgan’s peer support. Though cousins, they were the same age and like siblings. As magical as Pepperidge was, Cetus and Jupiter were perfectly mundane; Born to magic houses, but unqualified to care for young mages. But they were qualified to provide a supportive and loving family, to two growing youths. Cetus was up to the challenge of helping Morgan overcome his trauma, grow, and be himself.  Mage or not, Morgan deserved to feel safe after everything he went through.

Thus, Cetus became a great aid in Morgan’s recovery. A male role model, as well as an incredible barrier to the corrupt wizard counsel. Morgan, as the mage of Tiberius Gate, was the way of getting to Pepperidge, and its mages. So, if anyone wanted to get rid of mages there, they needed to control Morgan. But now, they also had to threaten the wellbeing a commoner, who had common law on his side. Cetus knew it. No one was getting their fingers in any peanut butter jar, that would mess up his family’s happily ever afters. Every advance made to contain Morgan’s abilities, was being thwarted by an increasingly close pro mage community, in the tiny town of Pepperidge; From the bus driver, to every teacher and student. If he didn’t feel it, Morgan was completely safe.

           After school, mid week, Cetus dropped Morgan off at therapy, and Jupiter would come to pick him up after sessions.

“We have a family meeting, and child welfare check next week. As always, do your best, sport.” Cetus said, ruffling Morgan’s hair. It gave him joy; After almost a year of adoption, and counseling, Cetus could finally touch Morgan without him flinching. Cetus didn’t know what Leo was doing, or if it was even Leo and not life in general; But it was working. He saw Morgan off, before taking Reggie and Emilia home.

“Hey, want to get ice-cream on the boardwalk after dinner?” Emilia said, leaning out the back window. She pulled Morgan over to kiss his check. He nodded, and shyly returned the gesture. Cetus and Reggie tried not to giggle. Morgan slowly walked into the office, checked in, and sat in the depressing psychiatry waiting room.

The fluorescent lights flickered, but at a rate that wasn’t noticeable until there was a migraine. There was the smell of bleach, and old drywall. The receptionist was taking a line of calls, as other families came in, and everyone tried not to look at each other; Because every chair was awkwardly placed facing inward. The walls were mustard, and the chairs plastic. The water cooler bubbled, and the thermostat was set low. Morgan was wearing a forest green, salmon, and black argyle knit sweater, Cetus had made it. Fall had come around, and it was almost his birthday. Morgan reflected on how it had been nine months since his uncle took him in. He loved his uncle. But it wasn’t the same as his mother and father. He hadn’t seen his parent in almost three years.

           Leo came to the front, and h led Morgan to his quiet office, while holding Dolly. The light blue walls, smelled of ambiguous air freshener. There was a stack of papers, bulletin of inspirational posters, bowl of fidget toys, and a Yuka in the back. It had started to become comforting and familiar. Morgan relaxed into the chair, holding Icarus on his lap.

“Never seen you so relaxed,” Leo smiled. He took his seat, causing the office chair to squeak. “What would you like to talk about today?” He started. Morgan sat there, looking around the room. He wasn’t feeling anything in particular at the moment. Nothing was really bothering him. Well, maybe the embarrassment and excitement of getting his girlfriend with child WAY too early, or the stress of balancing the world of fey with homework. Also, the upcoming equinox dance at school, and his birthday. Actually, there was too many things to talk about.

“How about you and Emilia, or Cetus? Your aunt and uncle are getting a review from what I hear.” Leo prompted. He had an agenda. Morgan being relaxed was good, but there is always more work to do. Morgan shrugged, like usual.

“How about what you’re feeling right now? I can bring out the chart if you like.”

“I think I’m sad? Out of all things, today I miss mom and dad a lot. They send me paint, books, and clothes, to help my uncle. Mom still knows exactly what I like. Cetus is super nice, and he’s always there for me; He worked really hard to take me in, even with all the magic politics. I appreciate it. Oh, he actually got pulled into some quests, even though he’s common folk! Now I get to graduate early under professor Hara, researching Griminthropes. Aunt Jupiter wants to do a good job too, so she’s-” Morgan mumbled on.

“Stop there. This isn’t about Cetus’s life; This is about built-up trauma, and missing your parents, in spite of your recent happily ever after,” Leo interrupted. “I’m glad you’re confident enough to talk to me, but every conversation is about a fairy tale, not a feeling. You might need to break your habit of relying on magic, legends, and individuals, to avoid problems. I just want you to have a quality of life, feel loved, and care for your yourself. Without relying only on mystical outings or old books. You have the opportunity to do so, and I encourage you to focus on yourself.” Leo suggested. Morgan was leaning inn, looking mildly confused while he listened. At least he had Morgan’s attention.

“I get so frustrated with your avoidance problem. You walk around with so much pain and suffering; And it keeps you up at night. Yet, instead of processing it, and using your support system, you go to the shadow veil, stay silent, act reckless, and harm yourself. Your gratitude is wonderful, but happily ever afters are meaningless if you desert them. Avoidance is not a log term solution, and I don’t expect immediate change. But you need to start embracing things around you in the moment.” Leo said, fizzling out into a whimper, as he tried to stay professional. Morgan looked at him, unblinking.

“Yes, Leo. That’s what the wagon was for.” Morgan said, nodding his head. Leo gave a look of complete defeat. He already knew that.

“So you’re telling me, it’s more then a scheduled avoidance quest? That now it’s something meaningful; A source of fulfillment as a seer. Thus, Honestly Morgan, do you actually still need the wagon to find friends and joy? I don’t think you need to runaway anymore; Everything you need is right here, if you’ll sit with it.” Leo continued. Morgan liked that perspective; It sounded like enjoying life, without sacrificing his dreams. Morgan smiled a bit. The meaningful stories of each object in that wagon, were tales of is growth. That wagon had helped him. But his new life was doing that too. A simple, worn, faded, treasured wagon. In primary colours, the offend the senses. Something that was purchased at a toy store, to carry children on family outings. It is easy to say what the wagon was for, and what that means now. The wagon helped Morgan runaway, and become an accomplished mage. Now the wagon reminds him of good things he experienced, and is for visiting friends.

“Thanks Leo.” Morgan said. “I’m sorry I accidentally mislead you with the wagon. It’s very distracting.”

“Your most welcome, and forgiven. Oh look! We still have thirty minutes left.” Leo laughed. Morgan groaned. He still had to unpack his relationship with his parents with feeling words, now that the wagon was gone.

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Playlist 2019

Music posted on furtho.tumblr.com during 2019:

23 Skidoo’s Just Like Everybody, biting post-punk collage

A Certain Smile’s Original Replacement, sweet janglepop balladry

Adrianne Lenker’s Abysskiss, wistful folk sadness

Ai Yamamoto’s Going Home (Excerpt), super-quiet ambient minimalism

Altered Images’ See Those Eyes, bittersweet pop perfection

Al Usher’s Lullaby For Robert (Bogdan Irkük remix), lovely downtempo house re-imagining

Ampersand’s I’m Still Waiting, homemade indie tune

Anemone’s Sunshine (Back To The Start), kitchen disco-friendly pop

Anne Clark’s Our Darkness, lost classic proto-technopop from 1984

Aphex Twin’s T69 Collapse, twisting, twitching, frantic electronics

Asilomar’s Shimmer And Faded, spacious-but-warm Californian dreampop

Aster More’s Bought It, sweetly fuzzy indiepop

Asuna’s Sea Above, Chubby Plane, Sky Below, blissed out longform drone

Beatnik Filmstars’ Apathetic English Swine, trashy Bristolian garage rock ‘n’ roll

Ben Chatwin’s Coruscate, oddly delirious ambient

Bernard Grancher’s Fluxion Des Mollesses, homemade electropop with echoes of acidity 

Biff Bang Pow!’s Someone To Share My Life With, quietly impassioned cover of TV Personalities gem

Black Channels’ Two Knocks For Yes, longform collage on suburban hauntings

Blue Tomorrows’ Sound Of Moving, echoing, downtempo dreampop

Body Type’s Palms, energetic back-and-forth indie tune

Brambles’ Salt Photographs, quietly exhilarating modern classical

Brian’s Turn Your Lights On, big ecstatic I’m-in-love indie

Broadcast’s Before We Begin, glorious space age girl group pop

Buzzcocks’ Promises, lo-fi video for punk pop gem

Celer’s Rains Lit By Neon, drifting ambient drone

Chris Child & Micah Frank’s Debris Of The Days, dusty ambient folk chimes

Cloud Babies’ Dear Moon, too-fragile ballad from Kyoto duo

Corpse Factory’s Party Girl, “lo-fi mountain gloom rock from Thomas, West Virginia”

Cosey Fanni Tutti’s Tutti (edit), pulsing, joyful electronics

Cristina Quesada’s Hero, super-cute classic indie discopop

Darren Harper’s Slow Reveal, sweetly understated ambient 

David R Edwards’ A Novel For Lazy Readers - An Antidote To The Headache Of BBC Radio 4, bleakly comic spoken word

Dayflower’s Sweet Georgia Gazes, Lightning Seeds-style indie jangle

Death Cab For Cutie’s Northern Lights, appropriately big-skied indie

Dedekind Cut’s The Crossing Guard, foggy, distant ambient drone

Depeche Mode’s A Pain That I’m Used To (Jacques Lu Cont remix), gripping, propulsive dance mix

DJ Downfall’s To Bring You Joy, heartbreaking vocodered robotpop

Edgar Froese’s Epsilon Of Malaysian Pale, classic prog ambient 

Edward Artemyev’s Dedication To Andrei Tarkovsky, expansive late Soviet-era modern classical soundtrack

Emily A Sprague’s Piano One, quietly glitchy minimal piano

Emmanuel Witzthum’s Book Of Shadows, thoughtful modern classical

epic45′s Kaleidoscope Days, haunting, woozing post-rock dreamscape

Flaüta’s Pensar Mucho, lo-fi bedroom indie from provincial Argentina

Flying Fish Cove’s Sleight Of Hand, ramshackle but uplifting guitar pop

For Against’s Don’t Do Me Any Favors, catchily confident indie jangle

For Tracy Hyde’s 櫻の園, sweet-voiced shoegaze pop

Franziska Lantz’s Run For It, experimental minimal techno

Gabe Knox’s Lo Spettro, languid electronic pastoralism

Gavin Bryars with Philip Jeck & Alter Ego’s The Sinking Of The Titanic (1969-), spine-tingling long-form modern classical

Geotic’s Actually Smiling, blissful warm house

Grand Veymont’s session for La Souterraine, Radio Campus, Paris, stunning live longform pastoral drone

György Ligeti’s Poème Symphonique For 100 Metronomes, live avant garde performance - great for fans of clicking noises

Harae Nagoshi’s Case1, glitchy piano pastoralism

Hatchie’s Sure, big open indie tune

Hazell Dean’s Whatever I Do (Wherever I Go) 12″, thrilling 80s hi-NRG pop

Heartsease’s Blurs, drifting ambient sadness

Help Stamp Out Loneliness’ Pacific Trash Vortex, uptempo hooky indie with charismatic vocal

Hood’s Houses Tilting Towards The Sea, languid post-rock pastoralism

International Teachers Of Pop’s After Dark, anthemic, booty-shakin’ electropop

Jane Weaver’s Slow Motion (Loops Variation), dreamily melancholy synthpop

Jonteknik feat Malte Steiner’s Fernsehturm (iEuropean remix), glistening electro modernism

Kasper Marott’s Keflavik, beautifully, er, constructed house

Kenji Endo’s Curry Rice, charming snapshot of Japan’s underground folk boom of the late 60s and early 70s

Kevin Drumm’s A Puddle On The Floor, spine-tingling minimal drone

Kirill Mazhai’s Love Theme, hazily warm ambient drone

Komputer’s Skyskrapers, downtempo bleep-pop balladry

Kraftwerk’s Antenna, rare video of the electronic classic from 1975

La Boum Fatale’s Walls (Instrumental), warmly glitched-up technopop

Laveda’s Dream. Sleep, distant echoing dreampop

Listening Center’s Meridian, brisk synthpop experimentalism

Lives Of Angels’ Imperial Motors, lost classic of catchy post-punk drum machine pop

Lowfish’s Live In San Francisco, forty minutes of gorgeous funky electro

Lunar Vacation’s Blue Honey, sweet and fragile indie

Magazine’s The Light Pours Out Of Me, captivatingly gloomy post-punk

Malish Kamu’s Birds, ethereal minimalism from south-western Russia

Marble Index’s Love Talking To Boys, 1999 take on synth-driven post-punk

Marie Davidson’s Work It, funky as fuck minimal technopop 

Martha & The Muffins’ Echo Beach, irresistible new wave classic

Martial Canterel’s You Today, frantically catchy minimal synth

Mary Jane Leach’s Bruckstück, breathtaking modern choral

Memoryhouse’s The Kids Were Wrong, catchily polished indie

Meter Bridge’s It Was Nothing (Rodney Cromwell remix), blistering disco’d up electropop remix

Mick Trouble’s Shut Your Bleeding Gob You Git, bracingly ramshackle punk pop

Mode Citizen’s Sex & Steel (The Dark Robot remix), pounding sequenced electro remix

Moving Panoramas’ Baby Blues, exhilarating piece of kind of Alvvays-esque indie 

My Robot Friend’s Sex Machine, hopeful in lyrical theme, bleepy minimal wave in terms of sonic stylings

Naps’ Bad Vibrations, exciting indiepop from much-missed (by me) Florida outfit

Naw’s Still Breathing, looping electronic experimentalism

Night Hikes’ Avila, “you’re the only one who ever made my coffee right...”

Night Sports’ Substance, joyful disco-y synthpop

Nonconnah’s Driving Away For The Last Time Without Looking Back, determinedly lo-fi folk drone

Nov3l’s To Whom It May Concern, infectious modern post-punk jangle

Okonomiyaki Labs’ Blue Toast (edit), mischievous experimental bleepery by Japan-based former Pale Saint

Palais Schaumburg’s Wir Bauen Eine Neue Stadt, Neue Deutsche Welle post-punk angularity

Part Timer’s Nothing Changes, restrained modern classical vignette

Patrik Fitzgerald’s Tonight, acoustic punk poetry from back in the day

Pelopincho’s Puchos, exuberant two-chord indie from Argentina

Petrichor’s Petrichor Ten, charming minimal electronic sketch

Pet Shop Boys feat Example’s Thursday, scintillating hooky electropop

Piano Magic’s Dark Secrets Looking For Light, bleak post-rock balladry, as you may have inferred

Remington Super 60′s The Highway Again, luscious laidback jangle

Rico Loverde’s He’s A Wiardo, oddly funky electro experimentalism

Riton & Kah-Lo’s Fake ID, rough-around-the-edges funky house

Robert Rental & The Normal’s Live At West Runton Pavilion, incendiary live experimentalism from the lo-fi synth pioneers

Robjn’s Suburban Temple/Feel This Way (Corwood Manual remix), hauntological glitchpop, complete with captivating video

Rose Elinor Dougall’s Fallen Over, pleasingly brief loved-up pop

Roxy Girls’ Interjections, energetically catchy punk pop  

Ruby Jaunt’s Jeune, haunting electronic indie

St Etienne’s Carnt Sleep, lovesickness + insomnia = popdub heaven

Saariselka’s Void, charming blend of ambient and folk Americana

Sector One’s Can Machines Be Sad?, delirious post-Kraftwerk synthpop

Six Microphones’ Overture & Part 1, minimal ambient experimentation

Slow Pulp’s New Media, melodic post-punk twang

Sobs’ Girl, tuneful indie jangle from Singapore

Spread Eagle’s Palatine Hill, distant, foggy Glaswegian indie

Stan Tracey Quartet’s Starless And Bible Black, extraordinary jazz tune inspired by Under Milk Wood

Steve Reich’s Come Out, ground-breaking tape loop experimentation

Sugar World’s Sad In Heaven, perfect rough-and-ready indie jangle

Surf Friends’ Outdoors, relentlessly upbeat guitar pop

Suicide’s Touch Me, can’t-break-the-spell synthpunk hypnotism

Susumu Yokota’s Grass, Tree & Stone, hypnotic cut-and-paste ambient by the late, great Yokota

Telefon Tel Aviv’s The Birds, hypnotic electronic glitch rock

Teleman’s Rivers In The Dark, winning melodicism from under-rated popsters

The Adverts’ The Great British Mistake, lost gem by punk legends

The Autumn Teen Sound’s Telegraph, Casiocore cover of OMD hit

The Boys With The Perpetual Nervousness’ Close The Doors, laidback indie jangle

The Flirts’ Passion, trashy disco from early 80s New York

The Juan Maclean’s What Do You Feel Free About? (Man Power remix), driving techno-disco to get your party started

The Leaf Library’s Hissing Waves, lovely pastoral post-rock

The Screamers’ 122 Hours Of Fear (live at the Target), thrilling late 70s synthpunk

The Silicon Scientist’s Sinister Street, notably un-sinister vocoder-driven synthpop

The Slits’ Typical Girls, spiky post-punk pop

The Twin Roots’ Know Love, warm and soothing reggae deliciousness

The Wannadies’ You And Me Song, quiet-loud-quiet-loud indie classic

Thistle Group’s High, bittersweet solo tape loop experimentalism from New Zealand

Tiny Magnetic Pets ft Wolfgang Flür’s Radio On (Alice Hubble remix), dreamy electronics topped off with spoken word by ex-Kraftwerk legend

Tremelo Ghosts’ Paradise, sweetly lo-fi indie folk

Tvärtom’s Iltariennot, melancholy Finnish indie jangle

Utro’s Где-то там, hypnotic indie drone from Motorama spin-off act

VDOF’s Zooming In I Can Clearly See Your Heart Has Got Aliasing Issues, confident minimal electronic debut

Viktor Timofeev & Simon Werner’s Sphynx Cats Nuzzle, spookily experimental spoken word

Walt Thisney’s Shadows, delightful modern classical sketch

Will Burns & Hannah Peel’s Moth Book, charming blend of electronics and spoken word

William Doyle’s Millersdale, wide-eyed ballad inspired by the housing estates of England

Window Magic’s From Here Flows What You Call Time, pastoral found sound collage

Yazoo’s Midnight, killer-sweet electropop ballad

Yoshio Machida’s Synthi #04, whistling, gurgling, oddly pastoral electronic experimentalism

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The playlist for 2018 is here. The playlist for 2017 is here. The playlist for 2016 is here. The playlist for 2015 is here. The playlist for 2014 is here. The playlist for 2013 is here.