#sea bass can die

[writing-for-marvel]

Day 10: Exhibitionism

Mob!Bucky's Kinktober Honeymoon

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Wife!Reader

Summary: Your new husband just can’t keep his hands off you, even out in public.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, tagging dub con to be safe as there is alcohol involved, but everything is consensual, public sex, thigh riding, slight daddy kink

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: this one was fun to write! Dividers by me, please do not use. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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You’ve lost yourself in the music.

The bass rhythmically reverberates throughout the club, your body moves fluently through the sea of other hot bodies and notably, you can feel more than just Bucky's pairs of eyes on you.

Alcohol flows through your veins and makes the edges of your mind blurry, but when someone saddles up behind your dancing form, you instantly know for certain the person's presence behind you isn't that of your husbands.

Bucky wouldn’t stand so far from you - he’d have his hands securely on your hips, pressing your ass back into his pelvis and you’d feel his dick harden as you grind back into him, whispering in your ear how much you turn him on. Bucky isn’t shy when it comes to his attraction for you, yet it seems this person is.

As if on cue, you distinctly hear Bucky’s voice growl even though the loud music surrounds you from all directions.

“You touch her, you die.” You almost giggle in your tipsy state, loving how fiercely protective your husband is of you. You’ll forever be safe on his watch.

You turn around while still swaying to the music when the man scoffs, seemingly less than convinced purely by the words Bucky had chosen, but as soon as he swivels to face all 6’4 of severe mafia boss James Barnes, clearly defined muscles bulging in his white button down shirt and sleeves rolled up revealing the crime family insignia tattooed on the inside of his forearm, his face pales like he’s seen a ghost and he takes several steps back from you.

The man looks deathly scared and splutters out an inaudible apology underneath the pounding music as he looks between you and Bucky.

Bucky’s features are chiselled in forbidding seriousness, as if he truly does want to kill the man for daring to approach you while dancing. You know he’s more than capable of it too, but you’re also positive he would never break his promise of no work nor violence while on your honeymoon.

Your hand finds his cheek and directs his harsh gaze down to your face, his eyes softening and lips curving into a smile instantly when you come into view. All Bucky needs to do is snap his fingers and two bouncers come and practically carry the man from the club he owns. That’s him getting off lightly.

Soon enough you’re caught up in the music again, having completely forgotten about the man who approached you. Your arms are slung around Bucky’s neck and his hands follow the sway of your hips to the beat as you look up at him through your lashes.

“You’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind if you keep looking at me like that, darling.” Your husband says this, but if he really wanted you to stop looking at him he really should stop dressing in shirts that leave little to the imagination and having such pouty lips that are so incredibly kissable.

“You just look so sexy tonight, being all protective of your wife, Mr Barnes.” Your hands smooth down the tight fitting shirt, feeling his hardened pecs and every firm, sculpted abdominal muscle under the pads of your fingers.

“Well you’re mine, all mine.” His kiss is possessive and ardent. The way his large hands cup your face as he swipes his tongue into your mouth makes you moan and when bites your bottom lip as he pulls away from the kiss, you become putty in his hands. “And we’re going to show everyone else here exactly who you belong to so no one else gets any ideas.” His hand, which grasps yours as he strides to one of the leather couches at the back of the VIP room, glints with his wedding band.

It always makes you smile to see the physical symbol of his love for you on his person - an unbroken circle of his eternal love for you, a reminder of the devotion he pledged in his vows.

Bucky guides you onto his lap with a firm hand on your hip and a look of enamoured lust consuming his blown out pupils. You’re already soaking wet, just by the way he gazes at you, but the knowledge that everyone else in the club can observe him claiming you as his own adds to the arousal flooding out of you.

The way his fingers lightly trail down your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake, the way he places delicate kisses to the underside of your jaw, moving down the side of your throat where your pulse beats rapidly just for him, and over the exposed skin of your breast makes it feel like your souls are irreparably intertwined.

When Bucky pulls back, looking at you with desire blown pupils, like you’re not only the sexiest woman in this club, but the sexiest woman he’s ever laid eyes on, you forget all about the pounding music and anyone else in the club - your world consists of just yourself and Bucky.

The hand which is not currently holding his glass of whiskey finds your hip, guiding you in fluid motions back and forth over his clothed thigh, the material providing a sweet friction against your bare pussy.

“Get all wet and messy for me, darling.” He doesn’t need to tell you, because you’re already there, but all you want is to satisfy his every command, so you nod your head and continue to move your hips in the way he’s shown you how, the way he knows will bring you the most pleasure.

Bucky flexes his thigh as you continue to rock your hips against him. You can feel the warm high surging within you right from the bottoms of your feet, through the base of your spine, and up your neck where you can almost taste it on the tip of your tongue.

“That’s it baby, fuck yourself on daddy’s thigh, make yourself cum in front of all these people. Show them who you belong to.” It’s like you’re under his spell, there’s a part of your brain which is aware everyone in the VIP section of the club can see the lewd display you’re providing for them, perhaps some are even taking enjoyment out of watching it, but Bucky’s words overrule any other thought and all you want is to indulge him by giving into the building pleasure in your core as you grind against his leg.

The thumping music somewhat disguises the growling moan which rips through your throat as you cum. It feels like molten lava is flowing through your veins as the coil in your stomach snaps. Bucky’s protective hand remains securely on your hip, ensuring you ride out the waves of your pleasure until your growls become whimpers, begging to alleviate the burning pleasure flooding your body.

Bucky’s expensive pants have a distinct wet patch coating them when you step off his thigh, although he looks rather proud to be donning that accessory rather than embarrassed.

“That’s my good girl.” Bucky coos, swiping his thumb affectionately over the apple of your cheek and placing a gentle kiss to your parted lips. “Let’s go back to the villa. For this next part, the only eyes I want on you are mine.”

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[jiminiecrickets]

Oh I’m sorry! I forgot to give you a scenario. I just wanted to see Taehyung be jealous of Jimin more. Like he sees reader and Jimin being flirty and he throws a fit later on when him and reader are back at their dorm

hi, hope this is okay :) trying to get back into writing. this is combined with a similar request which i will link here.

warnings: borders on explicit sex (foreplay?), reader is drunk, everybody being bad people

another party, another hour lost to staring at attractive boys he hates. taehyung's beginning to wonder if the gods hate him a little more than anyone else, putting him through an even more messed-up version of psyche's trials.

watching that brunette – that brunette sugar-eyed bitch – stick his tongue down your throat like no one is watching boils his blood. he's made himself your blanket, propped up so dainty and pretty between your legs, tracing tiny shapes into your chest—

oh, taehyung wants to puke. you grab him around the waist and below the ass, hoisting him higher to meet your lips without straining his neck. it highlights how tiny jimin is and your own strength. for god's sake, you're horizontal on that stupid couch – you shouldn't be able to lift anything like an entire person.

"this is stupid," taehyung mutters under his breath, throwing down his apple core into the bin and straightening from his place at the kitchen counter. he tears his eyes off of your figure to shove past the strangers in the kitchen to wash his hands and when he looks back, he swears that asshole with the pretty, pretty face smirks at him.

he smirks at him. smugly. victoriously.

taehyung imagines slapping that smirk right off his mouth. see how you'll like him with a busted lip, he thinks bitterly. knowing how you look at jimin with those sweet eyes and crooked smile has his fingers twitching to dump a bucket of ice water over your head. snap out of it, he wants to scream. you're being used!

why can't you see it? why can't you see that he's so much better for you than anyone else? he's good at remembering dates. he'll pay for roses with his scholarship money. the sex would be great. what else do you need in a man?

instead of going over there and making the fuss that he wants to, a fuss he can't make for fear of losing all dignity as an aloof and cocky playboy, he simmers in his corner, feeling the heat of budding tears threaten his immaculate eyeliner. anger swells because of it. how dare a boy ruin his makeup like this?

"not wort it, not worth it, not worth it," he chants to himself, tipping his head up and blinking rapidly. he fans his hot cheeks. "he can die for all i care, because i don't. i don't care about him."

he sighs and closes his eyes, zipping his jacket up and pushing his way through the crowds to reach the front door. you've got him talking to himself – what more pride can you rip from him?

—

from the corner of his eye, taehyung notices you enter, looking more than a little tipsy. he concentrates on his switch, the television playing a recap of the evening news quietly in the background.

"you look like you're sulking," you note, emptying your pockets onto the counter like a fountain of leather and metal. "who pissed in your drink?"

"i am not sulking," he mutters. "ugh, fucking sea bass..."

"professor sulky with a doctorate in sulking is only tensing his jaw because he knows how sharp it is? gasp."

"you're not fucking funny," he snaps. "especially not when you're drunk."

you blow a raspberry and pull your hoodie over your head, partially carrying your shirt with it. despite his best efforts, taehyung's eyes divert to the revealed skin. he licks his lips and forces his gaze back to his game.

you hum as you collapse on the couch next to him with an old-man groan. you sit in silence for a moment before you slide closer and throw your arm over the backrest, head rolling in his direction.

he scowls and pushes your face away with his palm. "you stink of alcohol. go to bed and don't talk to me."

"a little birdy told me you were upset at the party, too," you say, ignoring him and sliding even closer, hip-to-hip. he's wearing his tiny black shorts with the white trim.

"get off my lap."

"if you say so." suddenly, you grab him by the waist and lift him onto yours, grinning like the smug little bastard you are when he nearly drops his switch. "much better."

something prods his ass and taehyung rolls his eyes, glaring back at you. "you're acting like you didn't just have someone's tongue down your throat and their hand in your pants. i'm not fucking you when you haven't even restocked your dumb wallet condom."

"who said we needed one?" you nuzzle into taehyung's neck, breathing in the faint floral scent of his body wash.

"you're disgusting."

"says the guy who makes me put it back when i offer."

"fuck you."

"that a suggestion?"

"you're insufferable and completely insatiable..." he grumbles for a while longer, trying to focus on his fishing. he settles down in your lap, leaning back against your warmth – begrudgingly, he admits to himself that it's nice to be able to forgo a blanket for once – but your creeping hands make it difficult to ignore you, tugging insistently at his attention like a rowdy pet.

he jumps when your hand lifts to cup his chest and pinches his nipple slightly. "you p—! nnh, you're seriously not satisfied with what you did earlier tonight? that brunette wasn't pretty enough to get you off, was he? you had to come back to me."

"ah, i knew it," you hum, unduly pleased with yourself despite avoiding his questions. "you're jealous! don't worry. you're a different kinda pretty. i still like you."

he scowls, though he sets aside his switch and lets your hands wander beneath his loose shirt, stroking his lean stomach and chest without a word. that's as close to a flawless victory you'll ever get.

"interested?" you purr, kissing his neck as you press down on his hips to roll into yours.

he huffs, green flames still eating away at his heart. "fine... but don't even think about putting your cock in me, understand? i'm not prepped and don't want to start now."

"so vulgar," you groan, grinning lazily as he rocks his hips. you hook your thumbs under the hems of his already-short shorts and make them even tinier, pushing them up his thighs until they dig into the soft flesh of his ass. "mm... pretty. fuck, i could die here, y'know?"

taehyung glances over his shoulder, his eyes thoroughly unimpressed, though you swear they're a little darker than usual. "you're a dog. just shut up, alright? i'll help you with your little problem, but that's it. you'll get nothing else from me."

"yes, sir," you chuckle, watching him closely. he's prettiest when he's jealous.

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I need this one completed so I can read it in full. I'm holding off on part 1 until you finish. GAH

I am hustling I swear!

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Today, Buck’s clumsiness doesn’t get him killed. At least not yet. 

Today, it stops time. Albeit, just briefly.

He’s getting dressed for kayaking. Eddie is in the washroom. He’s reaching down to put on his sandals, balancing on one foot. He’s usually a bit more deft with this, but he’s distracted. Not totally present. He wobbles a bit, bumps into the wall. He feels the old analog clock shift a little, nearly falling off its mount.

Buck turns to steady it, sandal abandoned. He looks up at the clock, which is perhaps half a foot above his head, only to see that this disruption has left it frozen. Arms standing still. No longer ticking away. 

“Fuck,” Buck mumbles. He feels temporarily guilty for breaking something. Then he remembers the damn thing wasn’t telling time correctly anyway. Not like it’s doing any better now. 

He taps the face of the clock once. Twice. Maybe thirty seconds pass in total from the time he bumped it to when it suddenly lurches back to life. Arms jumping back into motion like a pulse hopping back after resuscitation. 

“Huh,” Buck mutters. 

It doesn’t seem very significant, after all. So he resumes putting on his sandals, and doesn’t give it another thought. 

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Half an hour later, they’re sitting on the big patio eating a complimentary hotel breakfast. Chris looks mildly zombified, as per usual. Eddie is dumping extra sugar into his coffee. 

Buck picks at his waffles mildly, staring out at the gorgeous view of the Pacific Ocean. He kind of misses the city. As stupid as that sounds. The loud, crowded, often smelly city. He misses it. His work. His job. 

He needs to get them out of this loop. He needs to get them home. 

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Everything goes by the script. 

Kayaking. Getting thwacked on the head. Icing his head. Bitching about his head. 

They choose the beach. Buck lays on a blanket in the sun. Eddie rubs sunscreen into his back. 

They make it back to the hotel on time. They make it to the restaurant on time. Buck starts to feel the way he usually feels. Lethargic. Numb. Medicated. A little out of his senses and his body. 

“You okay, Buck?” Chris asks as they sit down. “You look sort of spacy.”

“I’ll be okay, Chris,” he lies. “Thanks for asking though.”

“Food will help,” Eddie says, reading his lines just perfectly. 

“Good idea,” Buck mumbles. 

He just orders water tonight. No point asking for something he won’t be able to taste. 

By the time their food gets to them, it’s practically eight. His hands feel a bit wobbly as he cuts into his sea bass. The medicinal-like numbness that he has been feeling has transformed to a pins and needles sort of feeling across his extremities. 

Buck’s hand is shaking a tiny bit when he shoves the forkful of fish into his mouth. This production of a regular meal when he knows they’re about to die is so fucking exhausting. He hates it so much. He resigns himself to the whole fucking charade. He presses the bland, tasteless fish to his tongue. He inhales and smells nothing. The room feels like it’s spinning around him. 

Eddie is watching him. He always watches. Why is he looking at Buck? It’s the first time Buck has wondered this. If they’re all about to die, why isn’t he watching his son? Buck would… Buck would be watching Christopher. 

He opens his mouth to ask. His jaw and lips feel very heavy. 

“Eddie… Why?” He asks. He can barely manage the words.

Eddie frowns. “What do you mean why?”

“You… Just me…”

Eddie’s eyes widen in horror.

Buck slumps forward. His cheek presses hard into the tablecloth. He can’t remember ever doing that before. It all just sort of ended. 

Eddie starts talking, but Buck can only see his lips move. He can’t hear him. He can see Christopher’s face turn red. Tears fill his eyes.

What’s happening? Why is Buck still conscious? Why isn’t it ending? 

Buck’s not sure how long passes. Time isn’t exactly normal for him. It’s thick and painful and wrong. Eventually, he sees black bleeding into the corners of his vision. 

It ends. 

October 6th, 8am

Buck wakes up at eight in the morning, right on the dot. The digital clock on the nightstand is staring him in the face when he opens his eyes. Bold, square red letters. 8:00. 

Last go-around, Buck died. At the restaurant. Thirty seconds or so later than usual, he thinks. And those seconds, despite his addled, dying state, had told him a lot. 

There’s a lot to process. 

So Buck lies rigidly still and tries to think. 

The problem is, Buck thinks he knows the answer. He thinks he knows what’s wrong. He thinks he understands the truth. But if he does, it means Eddie lied. After Buck begged him to be honest. And if he did, then getting out of here is both simpler and insurmountably more complicated than Buck thought. He doesn’t want to be right. He wants to be misjudging things terribly. But he can’t escape all the little pieces of evidence stacking up. All their conversations. 

Taking care of you, even in small, silly ways, is a privilege. I’m lucky. I want to do it.

Yeah. Buck knows. Of course he knows. He’s just not sure why he didn’t really get it, sooner. Why he didn’t think Eddie was capable of this. He knows the man he loves. Knows how good he is at taking a detour around an issue and driving forward with persistence anyway. 

“Buck?” 

Eddie has woken up. 

He has woken up and noticed that Buck didn’t wake up. He has woken up and probably remembered what happened. Remembered the extra seconds. He must be putting the opposite ends of the pieces together as Buck is. Realizing what Buck is realizing. 

“It’s just me, isn’t it,” Buck whispers.

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

I love your work so much ❤️ may I ask for a Yakuza Wakasa smut? 🥹

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Die Young: Wakasa Imaushi x Fem!Reader

wc: 592

tw: smut, curly and curvy fem!reader

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"It's such a shame you came to the club with someone." Your hands are reaching for a glass on the other side of the bar, but the bartender swats your fingers away, pointing at the man sitting next to you. You'd tried to ignore the yakuza boss's lurking presence, but his purple eyes never left you.

"Speak when spoken to," the bartender advises you simply before walking away.

"Do you know who I am?" Of course, I do, you want to reply, but your voice seems lost amidst the sea of faces and booming bass.

"You're Wakasa Imaushi," you finally answer, eyes looking down at the granite top. You can barely make out your reflection as bright neon lights bounce around the club, but you do see the pale hand reach out to touch your curly hair.

"That's right. You're so smart." You dismiss the mocking tone in his voice, but when his fingers graze the top of your ear, you flinch. Wakasa clicks his tongue - tch tch tch - and leans back in his seat. "I've scared you, haven't I, kitten?"

"No," you reply defiantly, finally looking at the man in the eye.

Waka smirks - that's what he wanted you to do - and bites his bottom lip, stubbing his cigarette out on the ashtray only he can use. "A strong, stubborn girl... I like that." He gets up from the barstool and cocks his head at you. "Come with me."

"And if I don't?" Waka stops, looking back at you over his shoulder.

"Well," he begins, rolling his eyes. "Then I guess you'll miss out on what I want to show you."

What he wanted to show you was his fingers, and you find them nestled deep in your cunt in the hallway that leads to his office. "You talk a big game for someone who is soaking wet..." You angle your head away from Waka's knowing gaze, feeling his hot breath on your neck as he drives his fingers down to the knuckle.

"It was just the--" You stop, knowing anything you say will be a lie.

"Not the drinks, was it?" Wakasa wonders, raising a brow. "Oh, wait. You didn't have any." You shake your head no - as if he needs confirmation - and face him head-on, looking into his eyes as your pussy squelches around his fingers. "That's a good pussy."

You moan, clenching your thighs around his waist as he swiftly removes his fingers and undoes his pants. The bass thumps against the sole of your right foot, but that foot quickly loses its grip on the floor as Waka pushes into you. The fingers that were in your pussy now find a home in Waka's mouth, where he sucks on them over and over again. His eyes roll around in his head as he cherishes the taste, then he uses them to pry your lips apart.

"I'll make you taste yourself one of these days," he promises. "But tonight, you'll taste what's left." You hum around his thin fingers while he pumps into you, banging your back against the solid wall. You're in pain, but it's the good kind - with Waka's cock stretching you out and your back thumping against the wall, you know you'll earn a few good hours of sleep tonight.

Waka leans into you, pressing your legs higher while his hands surround your head. He repositions his legs and grunts, going balls deep before whispering into your ear, "Think they'll hear us over the music, kitten?"

[rubykgrant]

(Talking about Poppy's favorite movie being the Last Unicorn actually created a whole theme in my head about connections with identity, and it turned into a small story; a character study of Poppy explaining certain things about her life, how her favorite movie influenced her, but also how that story is VERY different from what she went through, with quotes from the Last Unicorn added to compare/contrast. The movie is the Rankin-Bass animated 1982 film, based on the book by Peter S Beagle. I think I'll eventually illustrate a comic with Poppy that follows this narrative, but for now, here is the text by itself~)

I remember watching The Last Unicorn when I was little

I first saw it when I was about two, maybe three

I loved it because it was beautiful, and sad, but full of hope… also, the songs were really pretty. The deeper parts of the story I didn’t totally understand, but it was still completely enthralling

I watched it again and again as I grew up. I started to mean more to me when I was older

As important as this movie is… The Last Unicorn isn’t a direct side-by-side comparison to who I am

Everything that happened in my life didn’t mirror the Last Unicorn… but I can understand why some people might think that. I can also understand how other people might relate to it-

“I can feel this body dying all around me!”

“I am a unicorn! I am a UNICORN!”

The Unicorn was turned into a human girl, and at first, that felt wrong to her. She was trapped, feeling like something she wasn’t supposed to be

However, the more time she spends as a human, the more she forgets being a unicorn. Eventually, she wants to stay human forever. She’s afraid to change back…

Until it has to happen. She is a unicorn again, she is herself again, but she also has her human memories and new emotions. After changing so much, she knows she has to keep living, no matter how hard it is

She also frees the other unicorns that have been trapped in the sea, and kills the monster that hunted them all down. That isn’t the focus to this story about identity, but it was still pretty bad-ass, and also something that stuck with me as a little kid

I never felt trapped by my own body. I never felt like I had to change into somebody else… but other people did make me feel like I had to hide. It wasn’t always possible, or safe, to just be myself all the time

When I was still very little, I just really liked the girls in stories the most. They were always my favorite. I wished I was like them. Then I realized, I could be. Then I knew who I was

I never was anything or anybody else

Even when I had to hide, and lie, and pretend… inside, I was still me

“Once, I can’t remember. I was, long ago, someone strange

I was innocent and wise, and full of pain

Now that I’m a woman, everything is strange

Once, when I was searching. Somewhere out of reach

Far away in a place I could not find, or heart obey

Now that I’m a woman, everything has changed”

I had to keep lying for a long time

Eventually, I stumbled into a place where I was finally free to just be myself

It wasn’t a magical transformation, it wasn’t a fairytale ending… but I was happy, and I was really ME

It felt like I found something I had been missing since I was little… I think a lot of people feel like if they don’t have certain kinds of happiness when they’re young, they’ll never have it at all. Like they missed their chance-

“Where have you been? Where have you been? Damn you, where have you been?

Where were you twenty years ago, ten years ago? Where were you when I was new? When I was one of those innocent young maidens you always come to?

How dare you come to me now, when I am this?”

As long as you are still alive, things can change. I had people who really cared about me, and I cared about them. I found my home. Part of my life finally seemed to begin…

 Then, they were gone. I couldn’t save them, or bring them back, or set them free. Part of my life seemed to die… even though I was still alive

I’m not slender

I’m not dainty or delicate

I don’t really wear make-up or jewelry

I never felt like I had to somehow be more “feminine”, or change my features to really be a woman

I’d still be a woman, no matter what I look like. That’s true for everybody- there isn’t a cookie-cutter standard to being a woman. People who act like there is are full of it

One thing I did want, though… I wanted to grow out my hair

Like  princess. A little cliché, I know

If I kept it short, I’d still be a woman. If I ever cut it again, or if it somehow burns off or falls out, I’ll still be a woman. I’ll always be me, because I always have been

I’m still happy that I can actually do this

A change for myself, that feels right, that I want

I didn’t get to be a princess when I was little… but I’m older now, and I can finally be all of myself

I’m alive, and I have a new home

[song-linked-from-nine-verses]

legAsea Original Song:

Can of Lon Lon Milk

Image description under the cut! (i might spoil details lol)

Lyrics for the song - in case the words are too sketchy to be readable:

The trains can never reach the moon

Humanity surely won't die out so soon

Pop a can of Lon Lon

I won't forget her song

She send me flowers 

Writing her name on the card

The satellites are very far

But they only stay there for one week

Milk on the moon must taste like stars

Jumping on the pretty creek

The sweet aftertaste like the sea

Woke up and realized I was dreaming

I couldn't say it well, but you were not here with me

<image_id: a sketchy-ish image of legAsea (modern clothes for all of them). From left to right: Twilight(who is playing a bass- i reference a fenders bass, the kind with a white patch- the headstock and straps are exactly like how i described them in my earlier posts. Twilight is singing into a microphone. Also I took way too long to draw his fingers and I think I did GOOD. In the middle but at the back, Legend. His drums are styled after the Thunder Drums in LA. He's the only one wearing a pair of headphones. There's a microphone but it's just far enough to catch the drums, not his vocals. At the right is Wind, playing electronic keys. He is also singing into a microphone, like Twilight.>

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hi pls don’t ever die have idk

SpongeBob is the main character and the titular mascot of the show. He's a friendly, enthusiastic, and sometimes naive square sponge who lives in a pineapple under the sea in a town called Bikini Bottom. Patrick is SpongeBob's best friend. He's laid-back, childish, and isn't particularly bright. He lives under a rock near SpongeBob's pineapple. Next, there's Plankton. He's SpongeBob's neighbor and sworn enemy… He's always trying to steal the Krusty Krab's secret formula for a Krabby Patty. Then there's Squidward. He's SpongeBob's disgruntled, grumpy next-door neighbor. He's always complaining and is often annoyed by SpongeBob and Patrick's shenanigans. Mr. Krabs is the owner of the Krusty Krab and SpongeBob's boss. He's greedy, money-loving, and always looking for ways to make a quick buck. Sandy is a highly intelligent and athletic squirrel who lives in a dome-shaped underwater treedome. She's from Texas and is passionate about karate and science. Mrs. Puff is SpongeBob's driving instructor. Despite SpongeBob's many failed attempts to get his driver's license, Mrs. Puff has always stayed patient and continues to try to teach him. Gary. He's Spongebob's pet snail, and he's probably one of the wisest characters in the show. Bubble Bass is a grumpy customer at the Krusty Krab who always complains about his orders. He's known for ordering a complicated burger and being rude to SpongeBob and Patrick. Pearl is Mr. Krabs' teenage whale daughter. She's vain, self-centered, and often competes with SpongeBob for her father's attention. Larry is a muscular, purple lobster who lives in a giant shell with weights in it. He's a fitness fanatic and often works out in his shell home. Karen is Plankton's supercomputer wife. She's smarter than most if not all of the characters and is often seen rolling her eyes at Plankton's schemes. also can I be one of your anons :3 🦴

Hello I will do my best.

And welcome new nonnie <3 Here is the Bee Movie:

Title Narrator: According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.

Barry: Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Yeah! Let's shake it up a little.

[gurgling]

Barry! Breakfast is ready!

Barry: Comin'! Hang on a second. Hello?

Barry?

Adam?

Can you believe this is happening?

I can't believe it. I'll pick you up.

Lookin' sharp.

Barry, why don't you use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those.

Sorry. I'm excited.

Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. And a perfect report card, all B's.

Very proud.

Ma! I got a thing going here.

You got some lint on your fuzz.

Ow! That's me!

Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.

Bye!

Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!

[horns honking]

- Hey, Adam.

- Hey, Barry.

- Is that fuzz gel?

- A little. It's special day, finally graduating.

Never thought I'd make it.

Yeah, three days the grade school, three days the high school.

Those were so awkward.

Three days the college. I'm glad I took off one day in the middle and just hitchhiked around the hive.

You did come back different.

[herbs-and-poultices]

Once in a while I get the terrible urge to share that my taste in music is even weirder than my taste in fiction. (What's a random American gal with no English/Scottish/Irish heritage doing listening mostly to songs like these? Blame my parents for raising me on murder ballads and ceilidh tunes.) So here is:

A Vaguely Whumptober-Themed Anthology of Folk Songs from the British Isles / Transatlantic Tradition: Part 1

1) "But now this room is spinning while I'm just trying to fill in all the gaps" / Swooning: Plains of Waterloo

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X

How to make sure your girl still loves you, according to folklore: tell her you're dead and see if she faints

2) "I'll call out your name, but you won't call back" / Delirium: Battle of Waterloo

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

Jeannie, oh Jeannie, I am surely done Stricken doon in battle at the mooth o' Boney's guns Jeannie, oh Jeannie, aye sae dear tae me Let me hold you in my mind afore I dee

3) "Like crying out in empty rooms, with no one there except the moon": Anderson's Coast

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

A tale of tragedy upon tragedy during the Transportations

We stole a vessel and all her gear And where are you, my Annie? And from Van Dieman's we north did steer 'Till Bass Strait's wild waves wrecked us here Oh Annie dear, don't wait for meI fear I shall not return to theeThere's not to do but endure my fate, And watch the moon, the lonely moon, light the breakers on wild Bass Strait

4) "I see the danger, it's written there": Sir Patrick Spens

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

A shipwreck song

The king he wrote a broad letter and he sealed it with his hand And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, walking out on the strand: "To Norway, to Norway, to Norway o'er the foam With all my lords and finery, to bring my new bride home" The first line that Sir Patrick read, he gave a weary sigh The next line that Sir Patrick read, the salt tear blinds his eye Oh who is it, oh who is it, who told the king of me To set us out this time of year to sail across the sea...

5) "You better hope I don't get up this time" : El Fusilado

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

Stretching the music genre and the prompt a bit here, but this is a great cover by a band that does a lot of traditional folk, and I feel like surviving a firing squad is 1) folk-song worthy and 2) enough to make anyone think twice about messing with you

6) "Do or die, you'll never make me, because the world will never take my heart": Tam Lin

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

One of the better-known English ballads. The intrepid heroine goes someplace she shouldn't, meets an elfin knight, falls in love with him, learns that he his a changeling held captive by the fae, and braves the wrath of the Faerie Queen to save her love from becoming the faeries' Halloween sacrifice

7) "Can you hear me?": Springhill Mining Disaster

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X (cw: real event still within living memory)

Listen for the shouts of the dark-faced miners Listen through the rubble for the rescue teams Three hundred tons of coal and slag Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam

8) "I have a soul, but I'm not a soldier" / All for nothing: Green Fields of France

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X

Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain The killing and dying, were all done in vain For, young Willie McBride, it's all happened again And again, and again, and again, and again

9) Mistaken Identity: Bonnie Banks of Fordie

Listen to my favorite recording here: X (cw: suicide mentioned)

An old ballad that gets darker the more you think about it

Gae tell tae me your brither's name My brither's name it's Babylon... Oh sister, what hae I done tae thee Hae I done this dreadful thing tae thee...

10) Stranded: The Golden Vanity

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

A tale of a tragic hero and a cruel ship's captain

Quickly he swam back, to the cheering of the crew But the captain did not heed him, for his promise he did rue And he scorned his poor entreatings when loudly he did sue And he left him in the Lowland Sea

11) No One Will Find You: Twa Corbies

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X

There's mony a ane for him maks mane But nane sall ken whaur he is gane O'er his white banes when they are bare The wind sall blaw forevermair

12) "I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?" / I'm up, I'm up: Off to Sea Once More

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X

Whaling was not a fun time

Some times we're catching whales, me lads, some times we're catching none With a twenty-foot oar stuck in your paw, from four o'clock in the morn And as the shades of night roll on and you rest on your weary oar, It was then that I wished that I was dead and could go to sea no more

13) "I don't feel so good": Lord Randall

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X X

One of the better-known English ballads. A tale of deadly betrayal: A young man returning home at the end of the day thinks he just inordinately tired. A more careful accounting of the day's events reveals the terrible truth. Versions vary as to who did the deed, but the young lord's fate is always the same.

14) Just Hold On: Skye Boat Song

Listen to my favorite recordings here: X X

Some of you may recognize the tune. The traditional lyrics memorialize the aftermath of the Jacobite defeat at Culloden

Burned are their homes, exile and death scatter the loyal men Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath, Charlie will come again

15) Makeshift Bandages: Twa Brithers

Listen to my favorite recording here: X

Now you'll take off your white Holland shirt An' teer it frae gore* tae gore An' you will bind my deadly wounds That they might bleed no more So he's ta'en off his white Holland shirt An' he's torn it frae gore tae gore An' though he's bound his deadly wounds Ah, they bled ten times more *seam

[drhoz]

#2422 - Arctocephalus forsteri - Long-nosed Fur Seal

Surprise find while I was looking around the base of Puritutu Rock for interesting limpets.

AKA kekeno, Australasian fur seal, South Australian fur seal, New Zealand fur seal, and Antipodean fur seal. Arctocephalus means "bear head" and the family name Otariidae comes from the Greek otarion meaning "little ear".

Found in Australian coastal waters and offshore islands of southern Australia, from the south-west of Western Australia to just east of Kangaroo Island in South Australia, and around southern Tasmania, New Zealand's South and Stewart Islands, and the nearer subantarctic islands. Happily, small populations are now found in Bass Strait and coastal waters of Victoria and New South Wales as far as the mid-north coast, and around the North Island, but these newer colonies are the result of recovery from their near extinction at the hands of humans.

Females can dive for about 9 minutes and to a depth of about 312 metres. Males can dive for about 15 minutes to a depth of about 380 metres. Their diet includes cephalopods, fish, and birds, including penguins at he southern end of their range. Known predators are killer whales, sharks, male New Zealand sea lions, and until recently humans. Unfortunately many still die in fishing nets, or are illegally killed by fishermen, and pups are very vulnerable to disturbance of the rookeries.

Puritutu Rock, New Plymouth, New Zealand

[horatiocomehome]

Hi my name is Basilica but you can call me Bas or anything that has Bas in it like Basalt or Basilisk or Sebastian or Sea Bass and my honorific is mage or mg. (it’s derived from the same roots as master and mistress but it’s gender neutral and also it sounds cool) and my flesh is carved of red marble and inlaid with gold (that’s how I got my name) and I’m a cool mage with lots of arcane knowledge (that’s how I got my honorific) and I’m the most bestest person alive and I have no gender and I’ll never die!!!!

[kurumeki]

When u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favourite followers✨️🎶

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I will list five songs that are stuck in my head lately, and that I simply cannot get enough of.

Black Sabbath / The Sign Of The Southern Cross From Sabbath's album Mob Rules (1981). This song is haunting me lately. Despite the title, it's not about religion really, it's not a reference to Christianity. Southern Cross, also known as Crux, is a constellation of the southern sky that is centred on four bright stars in a cross-shaped asterism. It's about realising how small we are compared to the night sky, and that life itself is much bigger than our what we experience here on Earth. Love Tony Iommi's heavy guitar riff and Geezer's complimentary bass. My favourite line from lyrics: Don't live for pleasure / Make life your treasure / Fade away.

Aerosmith / Draw The Line Title song from their 1977 album. I'm still not very familiar with their discography, but it should be no surprise one of their early releases got me with the groove. The bass line is permanently stuck in my brain, I'm afraid. Classic Aerosmith song that never fails to rail me up to get some very much needed kick of energy.

Judas Priest / Victim Of Changes From their 1976 album Sad Wings Of Destiny. Another album that got me in when I kind of accidentally listened to other two tracks from this album, Dreamer Deceiver and Deceiver (youtube is amazing sometimes with suggesting you stuff). I've been enjoying my journey to the roots of metal, so Judas Priest is a must. Love their heaviness and of course Rob Halford's vocals, my queer icon!

Rainbow / Stargazer Listen. Liiisten. When I first heard this song last year, I seriously wondered under which rock I've been living so far, not knowing this monumental masterpiece. I heard it at the movie premiere "Dio. Dreamers Never Die" (2022) in the cinema and my mind was literally blown. It wasn't even the full song played in the movie, and I was already hooked, obsessed, my brain rewired. I came back home very late, and instead of getting ready to sleep because of work on the next day, I put the song on and... yeah. It's love for life. Ronnie James Dio is a vocal genius there, his emotional performance will always give me chills. Cozy Powell's drum solo intro will never not be iconic. Ritchie Blackmore's guitar solo will never not be a work of art. The song is from their second album Rising from 1976. And in terms of favourite lyrics... hard to pick just one part. Stargazer will forever be in my top ten favourite songs of all time, and I know it will be the same at the day I die, no exaggeration.

MORRIE / あとは野となれ山となれ Speaking of songs that have forever rewired my brain - MORRIE's ultimate masterpiece and "healing song" from his 1992 solo album ロマンティックな、余りにロマンティックな (Romantic, All Too Romantic). It wasn't a love at first listen, but it sure has this unique quality that touches your heart and sends shivers down your spine. This song had to grow on me, but I was completely gone for it, when I was able to hear it live in 2019 at Solitude show in Yokohama O-SITE. He performed it alone on stage, with just the electric guitar, and the arrangement was just slightly different and he used a lot of loop, but it made so much sense to me that version will forever live in my heart. The song is about being eternal, about seasons passing and us being part of the nature's cycle, from the day we're born till we die, and then when we're born again, in human form or not, only to die again and one day just become cosmos nothingness and everything at the same time. I had the pleasure to try translating the lyrics of this song and this part always moves me almost to tears: You can become the star    You can become the sea You can become the wind   You can become the sand And still find the way           To that place Of infinite dream within your heart

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Check out "Obsidian"

If I could gather all the pieces of my heart, shattered like the broken glass at my feet.

I would. Id go back to that day, id run toward the warmth of you and I would never have regretted any moments. Id have been there no matter what. I would have never confused you with someone else and I would have told you who you are to the world, to me.

to the origin of stars, when one direction is always the root of limbs long turned flooring roof and tinder.

a light beacon a message in a dark place only in your eyes and a smile upon your face can replace the tired old distance I feel in the places we used to now. All the math and money, no amount could you use to improve all the secrets vast and known and not a little bit used to make a life for us to be authentic in a corrupt way of being. Maybe it's my heart bitter words on my tongue are worn like old cuffs with the key kept somewhere I often mourned but I could never return there as me lest I witness is all gratefully happy for the reprieve of my voice back into it's hollow, thoughts buried deep in the mindfulness on breath that I swallow and upon this chair I slouch and slump and rock back and forth the rhythm of my tongue and my teeth tarnished a d slightly yellow, nicotine stains and crooked ridges after a spell of ten years, not any bit id call mellow. And I assume my organs are quite thirsty and my muscles have been over working every fiber and protein in all that mass of I was once and the tenacity of the weight of love like a drummers bass; bellowing when I am in fear and the tiny teardrops i refuse to allow to trickle down my lids that almost 3 years noe it was a storm so mighty and shallow was the entry of 2 gods and all the world was sent me a witness i alone guarded their fight alone with my dog, so cold and rain and fog i thought i would die. The rain many feet in filled the the trash can 2 times as fast as I had blinked and it did it again. And I could hear them like a dinosaur and a truck fighting for a gift that was never intended for someone to cause me to think there is such thing as luck. Like what are the chances two flames from different hearts could come together and in a instant contain all that was ours in every facet every light every child and all the love of all you could believe torn from the arms abd heart of a family and then there was just me.

And buscuit

Afraid and cold and under the blankets. Below zero and it's something to say of love that he'd kept it. The only part of my life that I didn't need the part that would give me someone's personality. So I came on arriving as a host, like a ghost I spoke few words and was ruder than most. I want to be kind but it's difficult to swallow all the pain of watching you walk back toward a day I ran for a million races and all moments that defined home were measured with a whisper. How could I easily resist worth? Could I actually value myself if I never ask for help and so I never do any other task. I sit about wishing you'd ask. Knowing full well what demented love that a mother could bring, the love of asking the world to be selfless and consider what we don't see. What a question a rooted rotten gorge of a fount that bubbles forth from fingers to eyes and awe inspired slack jaw look as the world around me shook like a dragon had caught a crook. The little trailer rocking left and right almost like a tin can and a rock processor came into a fan and blew out chunks of tuna back into the sea and whales were once again playing and dolphins were free except the storm was greater than even that tsunami that destroyed a coastal relic a place long ago forgotten by people daily moving away from the effects of silence and outspoken. Neither language of noise or silence could be best or worst for it was obviously the actions that we curse. If it were just a thought well than we know better than to try and something other than 190% miracles with a possibility of humanity. And so the question was asked but so many forgot the chosen must live with rules that contain all your purpose and interwoven is the answer the path and the method because truly blessed is a perspective I can't achieve alone if I'm also casting stone after stone in a place I can't be good toy word if it's 2 forward and 2 times past and I was not there to speak to the man or woman that would be tasked to answer That. So too honest too alur perplexed derision or imploded affinity with motivating others to be more to themselves and know that what I have in you is hope because maybe one day I won't upon the words of love begin to chole and hold tight the breath that is his as per request we don't really live as other so and or about the same time I discovered in you something truly divine. That's a spark none ever needed. That bad as I was you had remarked that life is lived and love is a badge and as you honor all that's left behind when there is reason all people become one person one animal or one friend it's because all people have at some point a need to mend. So catalyst A please be advised your lower case self is in need of all that you confide but without either we have no word whom all the borrowed apologies will never arrive for the one who assumes that thank you is worse if you doubt but receiving love is a deceit is not anlesson i would carry about. I want a child happily and hopeful also a cloud that shines and shutters with every breath sending mist shade and rainbows on a prism of life that God designed best with me and the rest heavy lidded holding on to the cathartic equilibrium and unwavering rhythm of my portaly sighty heart and my motion all tied into a present day devotion

Needs and wants all same id you are we because I seem to be divided by asking every one else for what I can't say it's freedom of decisions is the fact that you found my thoughts and tell people I'm mad as though I were not the one who cares for you on all land ocean and air even the sight of our eyes we have shared and I am scared for the notion, that love could bring an evil or unsteady creation to the brim of a cup overflowing with nothing but trust that if I win it would be universal because love is without the boundaries that make feelings less who I am but it must have some such beast caged andbthe hungernis who iam so manifest if youudlst nut never again will I be more tjan a memory god plave your mind in safe harbours and swim to thebshores of free floating gazes soft to the touxh is the fingers lightly tapping out hebfinal beata of a heart no longer becoming of the effort. I can't seem to defeat if it is apologies I simper at the graves of those who before me would never whisper. Live your life humble out loud and proud but roar not for the reason others suffer or boast of what's best if freely no delight comes to you when a someone enjoys what you have here making the piano emp when music is the purpose of so many ears. Don't fret it is not you I don't see who I am 5 by 2 in all direction as 35 is 88 and such is the cost of being half whole and wait for the gate to be embossed for thy self is all in the wit of wisdom forgetting oneself in and on a shelf that was pitched into the flames while submerged in the surface of a perfect narrow space barely survivable at first. Expanding slowly the little earth that I am once holding the child in so many forms of womb, trickery must have been performed as incalculatable was my life that every moment was kept logged away fromy eye a s a secret I dhad secretland long stirring a choice to give all m live as is it is who m chose to do what was need at the same time what aysterry to me I know only God is divine andi a moment longer no more, the swine has slipped from my center and become beast once more emerging fresh and blessed abd begging of nothing all that she had begged as two so we may move on to tomorrow's yesterday's and nows as presented by the spoke and fully woke nonnets place abd home is the holder all names doors ans windows to vast oceans of blameless factless erosion of any claim that woukd leave that would leave any without and that which I chose when I could live without, it was thepain and stress of blessing and guessi g and productive is we and I work tirelessly and wait for a gift. A surprise that doesn't undermine all the love that I give. Mirror askew am in not welcome any one bitter enough by the anger you choose should see I speak as 2. So joy is what I give you with healthy strategies that don't harm me any more than it ever did when we are free to devour all the laughter and turn it into a wholesome platter of likely disasters made funny with a perspective lightly tart. Give up the words that mean so much that they broke your heart. A smile is better and worse even is a frown because then you know I can't see you if your upside down. I love you with eternal and limitless emotion but my small frame cannot take much more of the commotion and such is life that I will never get to live because of what people thought i was. Willing to give. Sorrow isn't easy and revenge hurts more becase the love I need is where and whom you destroy. So blah blah blah disposition I'm bored ans sick of being an imposition. Hit time to smoke again stupid your brains work too well I live a dillussion and it's all collusion and I'm a xclot in m own way and you think I'm owned by someone other than me so no u mustn't pay for a place in your own body I am forever the same l claim all so you can upkeep you but if I fall what then can we do but see helle Keller and Stevie Baskin doubt as they shout nut no words come out

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 4.5/5

Book Blurb: The two newest moles in the forest learn to dig themselves out of their comfort zones and experience the boundless, unpredictable world around them—a Social Emotional Learning adventure

Twin moles, Purr and Craw, are born on the first day of spring. The newest members of their woodland world, they’re curious about everything. What is swimming? Why does mother speak French as she makes pancakes? What does father scrawl in his notebook? Do animals live in the sea? Why do grownups eat smelly cheese? How do we get better when we're sick? What happens when we die? As they start to grow up, every day is filled with another adventure as they explore the peculiar characters that surround them in the forest. Home is always waiting for them, filled with the clacking of father’s typewriter, the sound of mother playing her upright bass, and the smells of quince jam and medicinal moss brews. During their adventures outside the home, they learn that the world is sometimes scarier, stranger and more dangerous than it seemed from the pocket of their father’s coat. Each new encounter leaves Purr and Craw a little braver and wiser and with a few extra friends. Beautifully illustrated with scenes of mischief and discovery by Marjana Prohasko, Who Will Make the Snow? reminds us that the world is always larger and more wonderful than we can see from our own corner of the woods.

Review:

A beautiful and sweet story about two moles who learn to move out of their comfort zone and experience the world around them. Purr and Craw are two moles who begin to learn to explore new things and find new experiences. This was a really sweet read and the artwork was cute.

*Thanks Netgalley and Archipelago, Elsewhere Editions for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

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Dethalbum IV: Last Call with Dethklok

On August 6, 2006, Brendon Small and Tommy Blacha had a vision to create an adult animated television series on [adult swim] that would be centered around a melodic death metal band named Dethklok. The show featured fictional band members: Nathaniel Explosion – voiced by Brendon Small (vocals), Skwisgaar Skwigelf – voiced by Brendon Small (guitars), Toki Wartooth – voiced by Tommy Blacha and Mike Keneally (guitars), Pickles – voiced by Brendon Small (drums), and William Murderface voiced by Tommy Blacha (bass). Brendon Small wrote the music for the show and it would serve as vital pieces in many of the animated scenes throughout the show’s history. The show would instantly be a hit on [adult swim]. So much of a cultural phenomenon, that Brendon Small would go on to release The Dethalbum in 2007 featuring songs like “Murmaider”, “Awaken”, and “Bloodrocuted”. The album would be produced by Ulrich Wild, who was known for producing albums for bands such as Pantera, Static-X, Stabbing Westward, Deftones, and Breaking Benjamin.

Brendon would enlist the help of metal veterans Gene Hoglan (drums), Mike Keneally (guitar/backing vocals), and Bryan Beller (bass/backing vocals) to help with touring as Dethklok. Currently, the touring band now consists of Brendon Small (guitar/lead vocals), Gene Hoglan (drums), Pete Griffin (bass/backing vocals), and Nili Brosh (guitar). Dethklok as a band has released a total of four LPs with their latest release, Dethalbum IV, on August 22, 2023, by Water Tower Music. So, let’s talk about Dethalbum IV and what to look for when you hear it!

The very first (1) track, “Gardener of Vengeance” begins with a brutal assault of thunderous double bass drums from Pickles/Gene Hoglan (Death, Testament, Dark Angel, and Strapping Young Lad) with some crunchy riffs courtesy of Brendon Small. When Nathan Explosion/Brendon comes in with his bloodthirsty vocals, the listener is once again transported to a land that is all so familiar. The land of brutality that is Dethklok. “Gardener of Vengeance” is the perfect track to kick off this album.

The second (2) track, “Aortic Desecration”, is also the first single released from Dethalbum IV to the public. Well, they picked a great single to get old and new fans alike eager to hear the entire album. “We’re all going to die!” will go down as one of the brutal beginnings of a metal song. I feel some Morbid Angel influence interwoven in this vicious track. I cannot wait to see Dethklok perform this song live and sing “Aortic desecration. How could I be so wrong? Disemboweled publicly. This is the dying song”.

Track four (4), “Mutilation on a Saturday Night” showcases Pickles/Gene Hoglan’s abilities to bring out some guttural thrash beats as the band creates another Dethklok metal masterpiece. One of my favorite tracks off Dethalbum IV is track ten (10), “SOS” is an epic 4:39 minutes’ worth of Dethklok’s ability to formulate a barrage of crunchy riffs mixed between double bass blast beats and Nathan/Brendon’s vicious lyrical accompaniment.

Track eleven (11), “Murmaider III”, closes out the unforgettable saga of Dethklok just as it began with “Murmaider” on The Dethalbum. Dethklok (allegedly) closes out their discography with the following quote, “The Murmaids sing/The Blackened fire/The blazing sky/The pluming ink/The sea beast cry/His final sleep/But we survive”.

While knowing that this might be the swan song for Dethklok, you can take solace in knowing that this entire album owns up to this enormous task. Dethalbum IV from start to finish is a testament to Dethklok’s growth and maturity in recording new material. From The Dethalbum to the latest Dethalbum IV, the evolution of their technical production and prolific songwriting is brutally illustrated with songs like “Gardener of Vengeance”, “Aortic Desecration”, “SOS”, and “Murmaider III” off Dethalbum IV. For 17 years, Dethklok has captured the attention of metal heads across the globe and now before the possible final chord is played on their current tour in Los Angeles, they have cemented themselves in the halls of the metal pantheon. Brendon Small had a vision with Tommy Blacha that spawned a movement in comedic callousness and extreme metal.

You can still order/save Dethklok's new album, Dethalbum IV, and listen to "Aortic Desecration" by following this link today!

Track listing

1. “Gardener of Vengeance”

2. “Aortic Desecration”

3. “Poisoned by Food”

4. “Mutilation on a Saturday Night”

5. “Bloodbath”

6. “I am the Beast”

7. “Horse of Fire”

8. “DEADFACE”

9. “Satellite Bleeding”

10. “SOS”

11. “Murmaider III”

  Don’t miss DETHKLOK on The Babyklok Tour with BABY METAL!

 THE BABYKLOK TOUR 2023:

 Wed-Aug-30-23 - Houston, TX- 713 Music Hall

Thu-Aug-31-23 - Dallas, TX - South Side Ballroom

Sat-Sep-02-23 - Orlando, FL - Orlando Amphitheater

Sun-Sep-03-23 - Atlanta, GA - Coca-Cola Roxy

Tue-Sep-05-23 - Nashville, TN - Nashville Municipal Auditorium

Wed-Sep-06-23 - Cleveland, OH - Agora Theatre

Fri-Sep-08-23 - Pittsburgh, PA - UPMC Events Center

Sat-Sep-09-23 - Wallingford, CT - Toyota Oakdale Theatre

Sun-Sep-10-23 - Alton, VA - Blue Ridge Rock Festival

Tue-Sep-12-23 - Philadelphia, PA - The Mann Center

Thu-Sep-14-23 - Boston, MA - MGM Music Hall at Fenway

Fri-Sep-15-23 - New York, NY - Hammerstein Ballroom

Sun-Sep-17-23 - Sterling Heights, MI - Michigan Lottery Amphitheatre

Mon-Sep-18-23 - Toronto, ONT - RBC Echo Beach

Wed-Sep-20-23 - Grand Rapids, MI - GLC Live at 20 Monroe

Thu-Sep-21-23 - Chicago, IL - Byline Bank Aragon Ballroom

Sat-Sep-23-23 - Louisville, KY - Louder Than Life Festival

Sun-Sep-24-23 - Milwaukee, MN - The Rave/Eagles Club

Mon-Sep-25-23 - Minneapolis, MN - The Fillmore

Wed-Sep-27-23 - St. Louis, MO - Saint Louis Music Park

Thu-Sep-28-23 - Omaha, NE - Steelhouse Omaha

Sat-Sep-30-23 - Denver, CO - Fillmore Auditorium

Sun-Oct-01-23 - Salt Lake City, UT - The Complex

Tue-Oct-03-23 - Vancouver, BC - PNE Forum

Wed-Oct-04-23 - Seattle, WA - WaMu Theater

Sat-Oct-07-23 - Sacramento, CA - Aftershock Festival

Sun-Oct-08-23 - Las Vegas, NV - Pearl Theater at Palms Casino Resort

Tue-Oct-10-23 - Phoenix, AZ - Arizona Financial Theater

Wed-Oct-11-23 - Los Angeles, CA - YouTube Theater

Thu-Oct-12-23 - Los Angeles, CA - YouTube Theater

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Recommending Albums 1 & 2

So technically, calling this either "Recommending Albums 1" or "Recommending Albums 2" is wrong, because my recommendation of In the Aeroplane Over the Sea was called “Recommending Video Essays #8” because I didn't know if I was ever gonna recommend another album, especially so soon. However, it's still the first instance of "Recommending Albums" as a title. So what I'm gonna do is cheat and just say that this is 1 & 2.

Recommendation 1 can be found here.

Recommendation:

The Holy Bible 20 – Manic Street Preachers

The Holy Bible 20 (or just The Holy Bible) is an album that I haven't ever really heard many people talk about. To me this is shocking, and to the annoying RateYourMusic dweller part of me, is just downright unacceptable. It also may not be that shocking in reality.

The Holy Bible came out in 1994, a single year filled with so many unbelievably influential and important albums like Illmatic by Nas, Dummy by Portishead, The Downward Spiral by Nine Inch Nails, Grace by Jeff Buckley, Ready to Die by The Notorious B.I.G., Weezer's self-titled Blue Album, Superunknown by Soundgarden, MTV Unplugged in New York by Nirvana, and Diary by Sunny Day Real Estate. In the years before 1994 (most notably for me), My Bloody Valentine's Loveless (1991) became the singular Shoegaze album, A Tribe Called Quest's Low End Theory (1991) largely dictated what Hip-Hop would sound like for the coming decades, and Nirvana would inform the world about Seattle grunge rock with Nevermind (1991) and In Utero (1993). This train of revolutionary albums chugged through to the end of the 20th century as well with Radiohead's The Bends (1995) and Ok Computer (1997), Outkast's ATLiens (1996) and Aquemini (1998), Elliot Smith's Either/Or (1997), Lauryn Hill's The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill (1998), Neutral Milk Hotel's In the Aeroplane Over the Sea (1998), etc. This single decade spawned so many of the most recognizable, popular, and highest rated albums of all time, so to be drowned out among the all time greats is maybe to be expected.

But, The Holy Bible 20 should absolutely be one of these recognizable classics, and absolutely deserves to be talked about as much as Rage Against the Machine's self titled debut or Nine Inch Nails' The Downward Spiral.

The mention of these albums specifically are of particular interest for comparison as they share a lot with The Holy Bible. Rage Against the Machine is a really easy comparison to make. They're pretty similar sounding albums, although Rage Against the Machine lays way more into the metal side of Punk Rock. The Holy Bible has some really catchy riffs both in the lead guitar and bass and is just as head-bang-able as any good Punk Rock album should be. It's instruments are more often than not really clear and bright for the genre, only using heavy distortion and loud, complex sound for the choruses of songs where the energy goes way up. It's never cheery, but it definitely reflects the bands British origins. James Bradfield's voice very clearly and sharply cuts through the instrumentals when he sings and gives the most to the album's shockingly clean sound.

Both of these albums go through song-by-song, serving almost as revolutionary crys for the disgruntled group of mostly suburban high-school aged kids in the nineties who sees the flaws and cruelties of modern capitalist society and wants change. Largely aiming at the most relevant target around for this, white America and the institutions they created, the albums (in the most simple reading) go “Fuck off, I see what you're doing here and how you marginalize people. Die.” For Rage Against the Machine this most notably comes in the form of comparing the hardcore right wing accelerationists like the KKK and contemporary neo-nazi movements and modern police forces and the people who work for them, and the racial injustices spawned out of the idea of white supremacy. The album is also a call to arms to take back power for the people. “We gotta take the power back!” For The Holy Bible it's drawing the comparison between modern (for the nineties) gender politics and the systematic marginalization of anyone considered other, and a telling of how the constant re-enforcement of the “normal” affects those considered abnormal. The Holy Bible takes a more poetic approach to the overall presentation of the message compared to Rage Against the Machine, which is mostly just a really banging call to arms.

Potential Content Warning for Suicide and Self-Harm

While this an accurate summary to The Holy Bible 20 it misses the some of the finer points of the album that allowed me to make the kind of pretentious sounding comparison to Nine Inch Nails' The Downward Spiral; an album largely about Trent Reznor's declining mental state in the face of a society who seems content with eating itself alive to keep in it's direction. The Holy Bible 20 was mostly written by Richey Edwards, who served not as the bands vocalist or a player of the instrumentals, but as the band's spokesperson and main lyricist along with the band's bassist Nicky Wire. I don't know a lot about Richey, but what I do know is that Richey was very open about having pretty severe depression and self-harm issues in interviews and from what I understand had an issue with alcohol abuse. Richey has been a missing person, since February 1, 1995, and has been legally presumed dead since 2008.

While a lot of songs can be read as, and are, really powerful critiques of how the systems of power in today's society marginalize anyone deemed unfit to be the normal, the perspective of a lot of what the album is about changes when you know that most of it was written from the perspective of someone who was really struggling with themselves mentally and would go missing 6 months after the album was released. It's not just an example of how these injustices and hardships can hurt and negatively shape and mold people into broken people, it's a first hand account. This makes a lot of the lyrics on the album even more sad and tragic than they already apparently are, and adds a new context to the entire album.

The first track “Yes” is a critique of the mind set consumerism creates for both the rich and poor, but with knowing what Richey went through, the account of the emptiness of depression starts showing through. “She is Suffering” and “4st 7lb” transforms the the messages about beauty standards into really haunting accounts of problems with self-image and self-worth. This in my opinion is what really makes this album special. It is a biting, unrelenting, extremely blunt critique of the system that disregards and hurts people for the feeling a uniform feeling of normalcy that anyone can pick-up and understand that is formed and shaped around a hidden perspective of someone that can't seem to help themselves. It's really sad, really haunting, and all of it is put over some of the most catchy riffs of the 90's.

The music is great, and really makes me feel like a kid from suburban Illinois in 1996 who really hates going to church, but what it has to say both on the surface and the more sub-textual accounts is what really makes this worth listening to.

It's one of my absolute favorite albums of all time. 10/10.

Other Recommendations:

I just talked about them a little bit, but both Rage Against the Machine (1992) and Nine Inch Nails' The Downward Spiral (1994) are really worth listening to if you even just like music. I personally like The Downward Spiral more because of how unique it still sounds to this day, so if you can only listen to just one I would pick that one.

But don't pick just one. Listen to them both. Please listen to them both. Please. Okay thank you bye <3