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lisboabeat · 2 years

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17.10.22 COLLECT GOMZ & ODM

18.10.22 COLLECT DANCUIT

19.10.22 - 21:30 MUSICBOX LISBOA JÚLIO + BONANÇA

O Conjunto Júlio é um quarteto fundado em 2021, movido pelo pop-rock com a soma do psicadelismo da era moderna. Após o primeiro single – Achado –, o Conjunto Júlio vem apresentar o seu EP de estreia numa noite especial, onde se juntarão amigos, família, conhecidos e desconhecidos para a celebração do lançamento, da música e da língua portuguesa.

Neste caso, podemos afirmar que é antes da tempestade que vem a bonança. Por vezes, olhamos para aquilo que nos rodeia e sentimos que há algo a dizer. Aliás, se pensarmos bem no assunto, há sempre algo a dizer, é só ser-se um pouco mais imaginativo. Bonança, enquanto projeto, nasce, então, pelas mãos de Ricardo Barroso, e da vontade de, através da música, dar forma a esse sentimento de que tudo tem uma peculiar relevância.

FAROFA + SIMONE Horário - 00:00

Tem como vida difundir músicas e artistas do mundo, principalmente do Brasil, por meio da discotecagem na Europa. Sempre de um modo transversal, dos vintages aos modernos, das raízes africanas às europeias, para levar o público ao estado de hedonismo e odara, proporcionando-o viver e incorporar as músicas de excelência pela dança e felicidade tipicamente tupiniquins. Sobre a FAROFA: Rafael Henrique Victório é Farofa, DJ, pesquisador musical, seletor, curador e produtor cultural desde 2012.

Vive e trabalha no Porto desde outubro de 2014, sendo especialista em Música Brasileira e Vinil. Com sets e energia eclética viaja pela música. Sempre a favor do amor e das conexões pessoais e sociais. É DJ residente e programador externo no Maus Hábitos (BATIDÃO BAILE FUNK), no PÉROLA NEGRA CLUB (KEBRAKU), residente no Plano B (JUICY) e no FERRO BAR (TODA). Já tocou em bares de excelência que valorizam a qualidade musical. Em Portugal, foi convidado para espaços e festivais como Casa da Música, Festival MIMO (2016, 2017 e 2018), Café Au Lait, festival D.D.D. e FITEI, Music Box, Titanic Sur Mer. Em Lyon na La Maison M, em Londres é residente na ObáObá Party desde 2017.

No Brasil já passou por Mundo Pensante (Pilantragi), Bebo Sim e Estaleiro Bar. Participou também em festas como Baile Tropicante, Mundo Mestiço, Desobedoc, Carnaval de Ovar e inúmeras outras. Trouxe diversos artistas para o Porto, como MC Carol, Duda Beat, Jaloo e João Brasil e abriu e fechou palcos para artistas como Tom Zé, Herbie Hancock, BaianaSystem, Goran Bregovic, Céu, Nação Zumbi e Karol Conká.

Simone é uma figura já conhecida da noite do Porto. Tem o seu nome carimbado na criação de algumas das festas mais emblemáticas da cidade, como a Groove Ball, a Enter the Void e mais recentemente, a Juicy. Como DJ, passa regularmente pelas casas noturnas mais badaladas da Invicta: dos Maus Hábitos ao Plano B, do Eskada Porto ao Café au Lait ou do Lusitano ao Ferro! É conhecida pela sua versatilidade.

Embora tenha uma inclinação forte para o Hip Hop e RnB, a Simone não se divide em heterónimos, não gosta de rótulos e não restringe géneros musicais. São as necessidades da pista que guiam os seus sets.

20.10.22 MUSICBOX LISBOA MIRROR PEOPLE + ARCTWEEN Horário - 21:30

Mirror People é o alter ego do músico, produtor e DJ Rui Maia. Idealizado para ser um projecto de colaboração com outros artistas de diferentes expressões culturais, o foco de Mirror People está na música de dança com um cunho que vagueia pelo disco, electrónica e house.

Em palco o projecto apresenta-se com Rui Maia a tomar conta de toda a electrónica, acompanhado por Rö, habitual colaboradora que dá voz aos temas “I Need Your Love”, “Reckless” e “No Other Truth” entre outros. "Heartbeats Etc." é novo álbum de Mirror People e será o foco principal a ser apresentado no palco do Musicbox. A primeira parte do espectáculo ficará a cargo de Arctween, o projecto a solo de Tito Romão.

Com edições recentes na editora Discotexas (de Xinobi e Moullinex), o multi instrumentista do Porto, apresentará um espetáculo acompanhado por uma parafernália de instrumentos eletrónicos e violoncelo em que reinam as nuances jazzísticas na música club.

VENGA VENGA Horário - 00:00

A dupla Venga Venga volta ao palco do Musicbox para lançar seu novo projeto CURUPIRA. A estreia do single gravado em parceria com a lendária cantora Tetê Espíndola, produzido com Cigarra e Vinicius BigJohn, marca uma nova fase no trabalho dos Venga Venga, repleta de lançamentos para os próximos meses.

Conhecidos pelo seu trabalho multimídia, a dupla queer brasileira radicada em Lisboa lança junto ao single uma série de fotografias clicadas pelo renomado Daryan Dornelles e o videoclipe de Curupira, realizado por Marie Fages e Patricia Black, que terá sua premiere durante a festa, estabelecendo seu universo colorido, vibrante e multifacetado.

Na Festa Venga Venga, que já fez história no palco do Musicbox, os mestres da pista de dança prometem envolver o público em seu LONG-SET com intervenções de live PA, marcado por viagens sonoras e muito swing, música eletrônica para dançar envolvida por ritmos do mundo e a identidade brasileira com suas misturas, numa noite inesquecível.

Formada há quase 10 anos pelo casal de artistas Ricardo Don e Denny Azevedo, ambos DJs, produtores musicais e artistas visuais, a Venga Venga leva suas performances a uma experiência sensorial de catarse coletiva. Reúnem música, performance, poesia, festas, fotografia, videoarte e intervenções urbanas. Com experiência pelos palcos do Brasil e Europa, vivem em Lisboa desde 2019, onde são presença marcante na vida cultural da cidade, além de se apresentar em todas as regiões do país.

Totalizam 2 EPs, 1 de remixes, e 5 singles lançados, incluindo colaborações com as artistas Ava Rocha, Badsista, FurmigaDub, Miret, Nación Ekeko e Kosta Kostov.

20.10.22 LUX FRÁGIL BAR: ZÉ PEDRO MOURA

21.10.22 MUSICBOX LISBOA MARCOS VALLE Horário- 22:00

MARCOS VALLE, compositor, arranjador, instrumentista, e intérprete, é autor de mais de trezentas músicas gravadas por nomes como SARAH VAUGHAN, CHICAGO, DIZZY GILLESPIE, OSCAR PETERSON, JHONNY MATHIS, DIANA KRALL, ELIS REGINA, EDU LOBO, DORI CAYMMI, TIM MAIA, ROBERTO CARLOS, entre outros, e parcerias com PAULO SÉRGIO VALLE, RUI GUERRA, EUMIR DEODATO, JOÃO DONATO, NELSON MOTTA, ED MOTTA, LULU SANTOS, MARCELO CAMELO, JAY-Z, KANYE WEST e muitos outros.

Nascido no Rio de Janeiro, em 14 de setembro de 1943, lançou-se na carreira musical em 1963, aos vinte anos, e seu primeiro "Samba demais" chegou às lojas em abril de 1964. Seguiu-se "O compositor e o cantor", de 1965, com o clássico "Samba de verão" e várias canções memoráveis. Associado inicialmente à bossa nova, Marcos partiu para uma carreira internacional nessa mesma época alcançando grande sucesso. Após alguns anos vivendo nos Estados Unidos, voltou ao Brasil em 1967 e lançou pela EMI uma sucessão de excelentes discos: "Viola enluarada" (1968), e"Mustang cor de sangue” (1969). Em 1975 retornou aos Estados Unidos, onde, durante sua estada de 6 anos, gravou e compôs com ícones da música americana como Sarah Vaughan, Grupo Chicago e Leon Ware.

SWITCHDANCE + LION'S DRUMS

Nascido no início dos anos oitenta em Lisboa, Marco Antão é o homem por trás do nome Switchdance, que adaptou de uma manobra de skate. É DJ residente no Lux Frágil, um dos mais notáveis clubes noturnos da Europa, trazendo consigo uma perspectiva única e uma paleta musical diversificada com o objetivo final de desafiar o público.

Harold Boué aka Abstraxion and Lion's Drums, é um produtor francês sediado em Marselha. Começou a produzir música com o nome Abstraxion em 2005, e até agora lançou uma quantidade razoável de EP's, bem como dois álbuns de estúdio ("Break of Lights" na etiqueta de Nicolas Jaar Other People - 2013 & "She Thought She Would Last Forever" na Biologic Records - 2016). O seu último EP "Black Vulture" foi lançado em Maio de 2019 pela editora Jennifer Cardini Dischi Autunno, incluindo remixes de Black Merlin e Interstellar Funk.

Em 2018 Harold sentiu o desejo de explorar diferentes territórios musicais e lançou Lion's Drums, que está a desenvolver em paralelo com o seu projecto Abstraxion. A música de Lion's Drums é inspirada e presta homenagem ao carácter da sua cidade Marselha: um pouco áspera embora luminosa, e influenciada por elementos das culturas mediterrânica, africana e do Norte da Europa. Isto traduz-se em sons fortemente percussivos, em que os grooves da discoteca tribal invocam os espíritos do voodoo-techno.

Lançou um primeiro EP na etiqueta de John Talabot Hivern Discs, que apresentava uma faixa co-escrita com Fantastic Man, e fez um remix ácido psicadélico de "Goca Dunya" pela banda turca Altin Gün. Harold co-executou discos biológicos com o parceiro no crime DC Salas, e lançou música de Matisa, Glitter, Malcolm, entre outros. Viaja por todo o mundo para realizar uma atuação ao vivo de hardware ou dj em locais como o festival Pitchfork ou Berghain/Panorama-bar, e ocasionalmente partilhar os conveses para sessões selvagens back-to-back com amados amigos musicais como Roman Flügel, Budino, Bufiman, Chloé, Zozo.

21.10.22 LUX FRÁGIL BEYOND SUPERB

DISCO "LISBOA FRÁGIL" DJ. NIGGA FOX DJ. NARCISO HODGE DJ. ADAMM

BAR: ANA PACHECO CLUB FITNESS INÊS DUARTE

22.10.22 LUX FRÁGIL DISCO: YEN SUNG HONEY DIJON

BAR: NVNO HNRQ

22.10.22 HARBOUR KAESAR SOLID FUNK

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somewherecold16 · 2 years

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OUT TODAY! autodealer: Interims (Somewherecold Records, 2022)

OUT TODAY! autodealer: Interims (Somewherecold Records, 2022) I say this often about the releases here at Somewherecold and I mean what I say. This year has been a banner year for releases. The quality of releases has been top notch and every single album should have sold out by now. That said, autodealer adds another masterpiece with the EP Interims. The joy I had in listening to these tracks when they first came in is indescribable. Watching an artist bloom is the best part of being a label owner and autodealer keeps delivering better and better music as time goes on (that's not to say his back catalog isn't epic. It is. But we all know progression is inevitable for the greats). About the EP: "So there's no way around it; it's been a difficult, albeit productive, year for autodealer (Matt Richter). This year began with the release of Circuit Dreams the Signal, his 5th full length and first with Somewherecold, a record he's still very proud of (and still available via Somewherecold!). The positivity continued with the debut release by Transverse, his collaboration with The Corrupting Sea (also available through Somewherecold!). But then Covid reared its ugly head, and the rest of 2022 would be shaped by it, both personally and professionally. It wasn't until September that autodealer really began to get back on his feet, and was thrilled to learn that Bandcamp Fridays were returning. Not only that, but he realized that the Bandcamp Friday in October landed on his birthday. If that wasn't a sign, then I don't know what is. Interims is the product of a difficult year, and serves as a bridge to the next chapter of autodealer. With two very different, related records coming out in 2023, Interims works as both a Cliff's Notes version of the autodealer sound so far, and an introduction to the new direction that the sound is taking. Once again mastered by Jason Lamoreaux, and featuring the artwork of Jen Cleary, Interims is autodealer's 6th release since 2020, and his third with Somewherecold." The EP is digital only and available today on Somewherecold Records!

I say this often about the releases here at Somewherecold and I mean what I say. This year has been a banner year for releases. The quality of releases has been top notch and every single album should have sold out by now. That said, autodealer adds another masterpiece with the EP Interims. The joy I had in listening to these tracks when they first came in is indescribable. Watching an artist…

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#Ambient #Autodealer #California #Electronic #Experimental #Post Rock

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8dpromo · 2 years

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Azieb and KiloWatts - Glimmer in the Dark (Harmonious Discord)

8DPromo · Azieb and KiloWatts - Glimmer in the Dark (Harmonious Discord)

"Keep your balance, don’t let it rock you. When you are feeling uncomfortable, that’s a sign you need to grow.” Even the longest wars subside, and collectively humans reach for the light, the "Glimmer in the Dark." An empowering message from Chicago DJ and performing artist Azieb, who is infecting airwaves and inclusive spaces with a cerebral brand of cross-genre melody. Azieb transverses broadband wires and outer space satellites to collaborate with Harmonious Discord hometown hero KiloWatts. The result is an undefinable mixture of calculated atmospheres and guiding lyrics with spectacular reworks from Polygon Rainbow, PointBender, and Patchen. Swim through this palette of textures and sounds. The original is a particularly musical construction with a strong focus on subversive yet complex synth and drum construction. Front and center are Azieb’s messages ushering and often leading the musical discourse. Later entrances of stuttered percussion and interleaved bass turn this taste into a bonafide journey, a fitting task for upper west coast journeyman Polygon Rainbow. His remake embodies the musical space and expansiveness of the original while exploring new broken beat variations and breathtaking breakdowns. HD label boss PointBender provides a stripped electro revision with progressive layers and tendencies. This remix captures the power of the original vocals and elevates the energy for the dancefloor. Rounding out the project is Patchen, hot off his recent album Southwest Passage. Patchen layers cinematic atmospheres and outer space leads until an evolving arpeggio dominates the musical expanse. This project is a reminder that the creative energy of the underground may prove to be the elusive glimmer in the dark.

Jon Fugler (Fluke) – “Beautiful vocals blending effortlessly with a fine selection of remixes - Patchens Affirmation wins by a whisker.” Flash Atkins (Paper Recordings) – “Great EP but it’s the original that does it for me.” Redstickman (The Ambient Mafia) – “So Chill! Love this so much.” Nick Warren (The Soundgarden) – “Excellent music.” Double-D (Funky Fresh Radio Show) – “PointBender’s electro mix is rockin’.” Dr. Best (Radio Z 95.8, Neurnberg) – “The Polygon Rainbow Rework is my favorite here.” Sandro Bianchi (Ibiza Sonica) – “Great original & Brilliant Remixes.”

Available Now From: Beatport, Bandcamp, Apple Music, And Spotify.

#Electronica #electro #breaks #Azieb #KiloWatts #PointBender #Patchen #Polygon Rainbow #Harmonious Discord #Austin

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feralthoughtdump · 3 years

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Arsonist’s Lullaby

Part One: Kiss With A Fist

Part Two: Only Angel

Bucky and his Angel’s relationship grow closer.

Word Count: 6.8K

CW: violence, Bucky and his nightmares, John Walker being an ass, a little bit of fluff, smut, brief shower sex, Bucky steps on the reader with his boots, spitting, choking, spanking, Bucky using his metal arm, crying, FATWS ep. 3&4 spoilers

The cold air of the cargo container was strange, given that they were in a southeast Asian island. It sent a chill down Angel’s spine. Like something would go very wrong. They survey the empty space, searching for Nagel.

Sharon was certain Nagel was here, but there was no sight of him.

But Angel could hear the slight vibrations of music coming from… somewhere.

She approaches the back of the container and feels around the rough metal wall.

“Hey, I think he may be in here.” She beckons them over.

Pressing a gloved hand onto the metal, she pushed, revealing a small laboratory in front of them.

“You three go ahead.” She mutters. “I’ll keep an eye out with Sharon.”

Before they can say anything, she strides out of the container.

“You don’t need to worry about them.” Sharon crosses her arms as the door closes. “I know them well. They can hold their own.”

“Oh, I know.” Angel chuckles.

“Bucky likes to call you Angel, huh. Seems like you two bonded pretty quickly.”

She gives Sharon a humored look as they stroll around the dock.

“I thought psychopaths couldn’t form bonds.”

“You know I didn’t mean it.”

Their eyes dart all over the place, looking for any oncoming bounty hunters.

“How’d you get my photo anyways?”

“Heavy analysis of CCTV footage, a few phone calls, and a lot of digging. The photo was shit quality, but it was enough for me to go off of.”

“Was it enough to catch me?”

“I guess so. Then Zemo blew up the UN so we tabled the case.”

“Interesting. Maybe that UN bombing was a blessing in disguise. Saved me a life sentence in a high-security prison.”

They turned a corner.

“You wouldn’t have gone to jail. MI6 would’ve given you a job instead.”

“Hmph. I’d rather die than be a servant.”

From the corner of her eye, Angel spots a passing black shadow.

“Guys,” she presses a finger onto her earpiece. “Someone’s here.”

A gunshot rings out from the container and the hairs on the back of her neck stand. Sharon gives her a knowing look and they turn the safety off of their guns.

“Here.” Angel whispers, handing Sharon a knife. “It’ll come in handy.”

Three bounty hunters transverse on them and they open fire, taking them down one by one.

“We don’t have much time, hurry up!” Sharon yells into the earpiece.

A bounty hunter wraps their arms around Angel and she grabs a knife, jamming it into their arm.

Adrenaline floods her system, dialing her senses up to ten. A swift roundhouse kick sends another hunter tumbling to the ground.

From behind her, she hears Sam and Bucky yelling and she runs towards them.

“It’s in every action movie!” She hears Sam yell.

If her life wasn’t on the line, she would’ve laughed.

“You okay?” She pants.

“No! We’re not!” Sam yells. “Zemo shot Nagel!”

“What? Where is he?”

Her question was answered when a container set fire and exploded. She spots Zemo standing atop another, donning a purple mask. Before she can point him out, he sprints away.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Gunshots ring from her right and Bucky wraps a protective arm around her. In her peripheral she sees a bounty hunter riding towards her on a motorcycle, guns blazing. She quickly wriggles out of Bucky’s grasp and sends a knife into the tire, throwing the hunter off of the vehicle and into the fire.

“Good aim.” He says, mouth agape in surprise.

“You just threw that dude into a fire!” Sam exclaims.

“Yeah, well, he was going to kill us.”

They continue to run through the maze of crates, turning corner after corner, dodging bullet after bullet.

As much as he hates to admit it, the sight of Angel in action, when her violence wasn’t directed towards him, sends a rush through his system.

Zemo speeds towards them in a convertible, signaling them to get in. Sam jumps in the passenger seat while Bucky and Angel sit in the back.

Her pupils are blown wide and Bucky swears he can feel the electricity radiating off of her. Without stopping to calm down, he grabs her face in his hand and presses a passionate kiss on her lips.

His heart skips a beat when she kisses him back, and in the corner of his eye, he spots Sharon giving either him or Angel, a thumbs up.

…

Bucky makes it a habit to call her Angel all the time. He likes the way it slips off his tongue. He likes the way her eyes seem to glimmer when he calls her that. It’s as if the more he calls her Angel, she seems to glow more and more.

He calls her Angel when they board the jet on the way to Latvia.

He calls her Angel when she sits down to change the gauze on her thigh.

He calls her Angel when they get to the Riga safe house.

The more time he spends with her, the more he notices the little things about her. He notices how her tongue sticks out a little when she does her eye makeup.

He notices how her head would bop along to music in her earbuds

He notices how she’ll curl up on the couch, tucking her knees close to her body, while she sketches.

He notices how she’ll mutter curses in different languages. Mandarin, French, Russian, Spanish just to name a few.

He notices how she took off her jewelry when she showers with the exception of a gold chain. A gold chain with a dangling pendant. A pendant of a little angel.

He notices how she uses apple cinnamon body wash. It made her smell warm. It made her smell like home.

She gets along with Sam. Even Zemo.

She talks about philosophy with Zemo and when she converses with Sam, they talk about music.

She’s a force to be reckoned with. Fiery. Just like Selby had said. A firebird.

And despite her cool, hardened front, there was a gentleness to her.

The jet had touched down in Latvia late and night and they collectively decided to get a good night’s rest before finding Karli.

He had woken up from a nightmare. Reliving the memory of killing Yori’s son.

He didn’t know what compelled him to do it, but he padded over to Angel, reading Anna Karenina. Glasses perched on her nose, hair loose and resting past her shoulders.

She looks up at him.

“Nightmare?”

Bucky nods, tears pricking are his eyes.

She places the book on the floor and stretches out on the couch.

“Come here.” She whispers arms open wider

She let him lay his head on her chest, nose pressed against her sternum. With gentle hands, she runs her fingers through his hair, slowing his rapid heartbeat.

The serum had made his hearing sharper and from his position between her breasts, he could hear the soft thumping of her heart. It calmed him.

“Can you sing to me?” He mumbles.

The hand playing with his hair stops.

“Sing to you?” She asks.

“Mhm.”

“I-“ she pauses “I don’t really-“

“Please.” He begs.

She’s quiet, just calmly stroking his hair, then she sighs.

“What do you want me to sing?”

“Anything. Just… please, I want you to sing for me.”

She ponders for a moment before she parts her lips, voice shaky and quiet.

When I was a child, I heard voices

Some would sing and some would scream

You soon find you have few choices

I learned the voices died with me

He closes his eyes and noses at her sternum.

When I was a child, I'd sit for hours

Staring into open flame

Something in it had a power

Could barely tear my eyes away

The song is unfamiliar. He didn’t listen to music all that much anymore. And even when he listens to music, it was mostly from the 40s.

All you have is your fire

And the place you need to reach

Don't you ever tame your demons

But always keep 'em on a leash

Her voice, still soft and quiet, is haunting. The way it wraps around the lyrics, warms his heart. He breathes in the smell of her apple cinnamon body wash.

When I was 16, my senses fooled me

Thought gasoline was on my clothes

I knew that something would always rule me

I knew the scent was mine alone

He loves the way he can feel her chest move up and down. The way her voice sounds so rich with his ear pressed against her chest, the music echoing within her ribs.

All you have is your fire

And the place you need to reach

Don't you ever tame your demons

But always keep 'em on a leash

He reaches his hand to play with the angel pendant on her necklace. Finger running over the grooves.

When I was a man I thought it ended

When I knew love's perfect ache

But my peace has always depended

On all the ashes in my wake

As he drifts off to sleep, he can hear the last lines of the song lingering on her lips. The images from war. The torture he endured, the people he’s killed, the amends he has yet to make, all temporarily fade from his mind.

All you have is your fire

And the place you need to reach

Don't you ever tame your demons

But always keep 'em on a leash

And for the first time since Steve left, Bucky was able to sleep without disturbance.

…

“You have a lovely voice.”

Angel was pulled from her sleep when she hears Zemo’s voice.

She glares at him and places a finger on her lips, shushing him. Bucky was still lying on top of her, still asleep and she didn’t want to wake him.

“My apologies.” He smiles.

“Were you watching us last night?” She interrogates quietly.

“No, but I do have a keen sense of hearing. I heard you singing to James.”

She turns her head to meet his eyes.

“He had a nightmare. It was the least I could do for him.”

“Understandable.” He nods. “My son used to have nightmares and my wife’s voice was the only thing that could put him to sleep.”

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles sympathetically. “About your family, I mean. I know you lost them a while ago.”

Her hand combs through Bucky’s hair.

“I understand how vengeance and anger overtook you. You needed your revenge. But don’t hurt him.”

“Hurt who? James?”

“Yes.” Her voice darkens. “If you lay a finger on him, I won’t hesitate to bury you.”

Zemo sighs.

“I have no intention of harming him. I see the way you look at him. It’s the same look I used to give my wife. You care for him dearly and given your line of work, I know you’d do anything to avenge the people who harm the ones you love.” He walks towards her and offers her a cookie. Angel takes it with a wary hand.

“You’ve got anything else you want to say?”

“I do have a question about that song. I knew that something would always rule me.” He quotes. “Was that about yourself, or James?”

She narrows her eyes.

“It was just a song.”

“Yet it implies that something will always have power, control, over the songwriter.” He tilts his head.

“What are you implying, Baron?”

“It’s not an implication. It’s an observation. You two share a common trait. For James, it’s his past. His time as the Winter Soldier looms over him. As for you, you seem to have this, how do I say it, a compulsion to kill. It will always stick to you.”

“Baron, I suggest you pick your next words very carefully.”

Bucky stirs and she lifts her hand from his head.

“Mmm. Good morning.” He mumbles, voice rough and heavy.

“Good morning to you too sleepyhead.” She coos, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhm.” He hums.

She gives Zemo a look that says ‘get out.’

Zemo gives her a smirk and walks away, leaving the two of them alone.

Bucky opens his eyes and Angel can feel her heart melt. He balances himself on his arm to press a kiss to her nose.

“You look cute with bed head.” He chuckles. “So pretty. I could just eat you up.”

“You look quite pretty when you sleep.” She giggles and rubs her nose against his.

He places his head back on her chest and they lie there for a while, listening to the sounds of the city.

Finally, she sighs.

“Alright, Bucky, I’m gonna go take a shower.”

He whines and wraps his arms around her.

“No, stay.”

“Bucky,” she says sternly, “I have to wash my hair, let go.”

With a huff, he sits up and lets her get off of the couch. As she stands she turns around spotting Bucky, arms crossed and a pout on his face.

“I never said you couldn’t join.”

Bucky jumps up and runs to her. He places his hands on her waist and turns her around, pressing a kiss to her lips. She links her fingers with his and he follows behind her towards the bathroom.

While they wait for the water to heat up, she reaches into her bag to pull out bottles of product.

He spots the shimmering bottle of apple cinnamon body wash and smiles.

“Apple cinnamon body wash.” He notes.

“Mhm. It's inexpensive but it smells nice.”

“It does.”

She places her hand under the stream of water and gets a feel for the temperature. The water is hot, just how she likes it. Her hands pull the t-shirt over her head and then her cotton underwear.

Bucky waits for her to step into the shower before he strips down and joins her.

A content smile crosses her face when the hot water hits her body but her peace is broken when she hears Bucky yelp.

“Why is the water so hot?”

“I like it hot.” She turns to face him and playfully pokes at his navel. “It’s relaxing.”

“You’re going to boil me alive.” He grumbles.

“If you don’t like the hot water,” She bluntly states, “then get out.”

She shampoos her hair, letting the bubbles froth around her fingers, and then she pours a bit into her hand and reaches up to massage it into Bucky’s hair.

He runs a metal finger down her sternum, collecting a bit of the bubbles that run down her body. When his finger reaches her scar, his touch lingers.

Seeing the guilt in his eyes, Angel places a finger underneath his chin and has him look into her eyes instead.

“Don’t.” She murmurs. “You’ll only torture yourself reminiscing on the past.” She pulls him under the stream, letting the water wash away the shampoo in their hair.

She’s got a meticulous shower routine, one that she likes to perform herself, yet she’s okay with Bucky standing next to her. When she combs the conditioner through her hair, she does the same for Bucky, knowing it would soften his hair even more and make it smell like vanilla and pomegranate.

She places a bit of the apple cinnamon body wash in her hands and rubs it onto his body. Her hands pay extra attention to the scar on his shoulder.

“It’s got vitamin E in it. Helps with scars.”

Bucky turns her around, making her face away from him.

She can’t see exactly what he’s doing, but she hums with relaxation when she feels his strong hands rub the body wash into her skin.

“You’ve got some knots in your shoulders.” He notes.

“I’m aware of that.”

“You’re stressed.”

“I am.”

When the water washes away the body wash, the shower is filled with the scent of apple cinnamon.

She’s surprised when she feels a kiss on the back of her shoulder but nevertheless, she enjoys it.

Bucky presses another kiss in the center of her shoulders and kisses her along the line of her back. He sinks to his knees and places a kiss onto the dimples of her back.

“Buck, what are you doing?” She smirks, turning around.

“I just wanna love on you.” He murmurs against her skin. “Can I?”

She blinks owlishly, then slowly nods her head.

“Y-yeah” she breathes.

Bucky places a kiss on her scar and runs his tongue over it, sending a fire through her.

“Open your legs for me, doll.”

She shyly parts her legs and Bucky smiles up at her.

He grabs her waist, hoisting her knees over his shoulders, pressing her back against the wall.

She lets out gaspy whines when he kisses and nips at her thighs, letting his stubble rub against the sensitive skin.

“Bucky,” she whimpers “we- we’re going to waste water.”

“Don’t worry about that, doll.” He murmurs. “Just let me make you feel good.”

He licks a stripe up her folds, causing her to gasp. She grabs onto his hair, pulling him closer.

“So sweet, baby. You taste so sweet.”

She doesn’t reply. She couldn’t. Not when he was making her feel so good.

She slaps her other hand onto the wall, trying to hold herself up. Bucky tightens his grip on her and leans in closer, continuously licking into her, making her head spin.

She tries to say something, tell him she’s close, tell him she’s going to cum quicker than she thought, but the only sounds that leave her mouth are breathy moans.

When he pulls away, she whines. He gives her a cocky grin.

“Wanna cum?”

She vigorously nods her head.

“That’s a shame.” He lets go of her legs, almost dropping her onto the tile, and wraps an arm around her waist to keep her steady. “We’ve got a big day ahead.” His tone is teasing, almost mean. “I’ll let you cum later.”

She’s left on the edge, and she’s angry. No, not angry. Frustrated. Frustrated and desperate.

“You’re mean.” She grumbles, shutting off the water.

“If you give me attitude, I won’t let you cum at all.” He chuckles.

She pushes him away and wraps a towel around her body.

“I don’t need you to cum anyways.” She grumbles under her breath.

As she walks away, he grabs her by the back of her neck and pulls her into his chest.

“If I were you,” He lowers his lips to her ear, “I’d behave. Now,” he releases his grip and gives her ass a smack. “Get dressed, we’ve got a lot to do today.”

She digs through her duffel to find a simple red jumpsuit. The neckline is low enough to be teasing, but it had enough support and pockets to be practical.

“Sounds like someone had a good morning.”

She turns around, a big grin stretching across her face when she sees Sam.

“Sam! Good morning!” She cheers.

“No need to good morning me when I woke up to the sound of fucking.” he grumbles, annoyance in his voice.

She chuckles as she buttons the front of her jumpsuit.

“So, Bucky tells me we have a lot going on today. What’s on the itinerary?”

“Hopefully, we can track down Karli and convince her to stop. At least that’s my plan.”

“Sounds good.”

He grabs his jacket from the chair. “I’m headed out to get something to eat. Do you want anything?”

“I’m okay.” She smiles at him. “Thanks for asking.”

Sam reaches the door and turns around.

“One more thing, you’ve got a great voice.”

“Was I that loud or did no one sleep at all last night?”

Sam chuckles.

“I think after the past few days, it’s hard for anyone to get a good night's sleep.” He looks down, fiddling with his fingers. “What you did… what you did for Bucky in Madripoor, when we were undercover…”

“What did I do?” She asks curiously.

“When Zemo had him go all Winter Soldier, you fought alongside him, you got to that first guy before Bucky did.”

Angel is quiet. She says nothing, looking down at her hands and picking at her cuticles.

“He might not say this to your face, but I’ve been around him long enough to know that he’s thankful. And so am I.”

She doesn’t know what to say. What would she even say?

“I can see now why he likes calling you Angel.”

With that, the door closes.

She walks over to the kitchen, looking through the cabinets. The shelves were fairly empty, mostly just tins of cookies and candy, and a box of cherry blossom tea. She huffs in frustration when her fingers brush over the tin of candy, barely moving it.

“Need some help, doll?”

Bucky grabs the tin and places it on the counter.

Her frustration is reignited at the sight of him in a tight, black t-shirt. She wants him to bend her over, fuck her until she sobs.

But she knows he won’t give her that.

Before she can grab it, Bucky holds it above his head.

“You’re evil.” She mutters. “Come on, give me it.”

“Nope!” He smirks.

“Go fu-“

She yelps when Bucky loops his thumb through the belt loop of her jumpsuit and pulls her close to him.

“Remember what I told you? Watch your language.”

“Give me the candy or you’re not getting head for a week.”

Bucky’s eyes widen and he hands her the box.

“Thank you.”

She presses a kiss to his nose and walks away with the box.

She knows what Bucky’s doing. He’s riling her up, teasing her.

But two can play that game.

She sits up on the counter and opens the tin.

Turkish Delight. Candy she used to eat as a child.

He’s staring at her. She can feel it. Her fingers pluck a candy from the box and hold it up.

“Want one?”

Bucky walks over to her and wedges himself between her thighs.

“Sure.”

She unwraps the candy and places a finger on his chin, beckoning him to open his mouth.

Her fingers place the treat on his tongue.

“Sweet, isn’t it?”

He kisses her and she can taste the sugar on his lips.

“Almost as sweet as you.”

She grabs another and hops off of the counter, humored by Bucky’s frustrated look.

“Sam probably wants everyone ready by the time he gets back. So, I don’t know.” She eyes him up and down, ready to drool at the sight of his arms. “Get dressed.”

“Oh doll, I’m already dressed.” He chuckles.

“Good. Then help me out.” Her fingers deftly unbutton the top of her jumpsuit, exposing her black sports bra. She reaches for her harness and shoves it in Bucky’s hands. “Buckle me in.”

…

Sex was the last thing on her mind when she’s face to face with the new Captain America.

“Karli Morganthau is too dangerous for you to be pulling this shit.” He yells.

Angel rolls her eyes at the sight of John Walker.

“How’d you find us now?” Bucky replies, voice full of annoyance.

“You think two Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?”

Angel’s seen his face in the news. Lemar, the better of America’s new dynamic duo.

“No more keeping us in the dark, and you can tell us why you broke him” John points to Zemo “out of prison.”

“He did that himself, technically.” Bucky answers.

“That is an unbelievable explanation! And who the hell are you?” He points to Angel.

“I’m a friend.” She grumbles, eyes narrowed.

“You have no business being here. And whatever you’re wearing, all you’re going to do is draw attention.”

“And your little Mr. America getup isn’t?”

“Why don’t you go back to working in European intelligence or whatever it is you do.”

“You better watch your mouth, Mr. Walker.” She snarls. “Is that really how you speak to a lady?”

“I know where Karli is.” Zemo interrupts their feud.

“Well, where?”

“All we know is,” Sam answers, “It’s a memorial. We’ll intercept her there.”

“That means civilians, high risk of casualties.” Lemar states.

“Alright good.” John schemes. “We’ll move in fast, take her by surprise.”

“Not a good idea, John.” Angel retorts. He halts in his steps and turns to her.

“You have no clue what you’re getting yourself into. This is an American situation.”

She leans in until she’s staring into his eyes. Rage broils inside of her.

“Let me tell you something John, I don’t care about your medals of honor. I don’t care that you’re wearing that red and blue suit. So I’ll tell you this once, and only once. If you dare speak to me like this again, I won’t hesitate to-“

Bucky pulls her back, giving her a stern look.

“Hey,” he rubs her shoulder, trying to settle her anger. “He’s not worth it.”

“Oh, so she’s your little girlfriend huh?”

Angel presses the tip of her knife against his chin and backs him into a wall.

“You stay out of Bucky’s business.” She seethes.

“Hey, hey, hey!”

This time, both Sam and Bucky had to pull her away, but she keeps her murderous glare trained on him.

“Jesus Christ, Barnes. Keep your little psycho under control.” John spits.

“Hey, don’t speak to her like that,” Sam demands. “Just because you don’t know her doesn’t give you an excuse to be rude.”

“Either you show her some respect,” Bucky says “or all of the help we have to offer is off of the table.”

Sam nods in agreement and eventually so does Zemo, who adds a small shrug.

“I wasn't actually going to kill him.” She mutters under her breath.

“We know.” Sam pulls her into a side hug. He directs his words back to John. “I want to talk to her alone.”

“I’m not losing her again.”

“Look, the person closest to her died. She’s vulnerable. If there’s any time to reason with her, it’s now.”

“What?” John halts in his steps. “No, wait stop. We are way past reasoning with her.”

“Sam,” Lemar states. “If you walk in there cold, you could die.”

“But if you walk in guns blazing, you could have the blood of hundreds of civilians on your hands.” Angel folds her arms. “Besides, if things go wrong, I’m trained in mixed martial arts.”

“You think a black belt will save you from a super-soldier?”

Angel snorts.

“It has before.”

Bucky looks down and stifles a laugh.

“I used to counsel soldiers dealing with trauma, okay?” Sam argues with John. “This is in my wheelhouse.”

They’re all silent, staring daggers at each other.

“John,” Lemar breaks the silence “If he can talk her down, it might be worth a try.” He gives Angel a kind smile. “And I think we give this girl a chance to show us what she’s got.”

“Thank you.” She smiles back.

“I’m sure this can all come to an agreeable conclusion.” Zemo points forward. “My associate is just up ahead.”

They watch as Zemo approaches a young girl, handing her some money. She beckons them to follow her down a cobblestone path, into a building, and through the boiler room.

“You’ve got ten minutes,” John states while handcuffing Zemo to a pipe. “Then we’re doing things my way.”

While they wait, Angel spends her time playing with her butterfly knife, spinning the handle around her fingers.

“How do you not cut yourself doing that?” Lemar asks.

She spins the knife closed.

“I have before, it’s just about practice and being careful. Here, I’ll show you.”

Bucky observes Angel showing off her knife tricks to Lemar.

Despite the stressful situation, he still felt a pang of possessiveness. She was his Angel. He gave her that name and when she said she’d accepted it. In a way, she was his and he was hers.

“What’s your name? I don’t think you’ve ever told me.”

He hears Lemar ask.

Angel giggles.

“It’s Artemis. Like the goddess.”

Artemis. It’s fitting, Bucky thinks. The goddess of the hunt.

“That’s really cool. Let me guess, your parents were huge mythology fans?”

“You can say that.” She chuckles.

His eyes narrow when she smiles at Lemar.

Their conversation continues and Bucky’s jealousy burns brighter when she places her fingers on the fabric of Lemar’s suit, giving him a comment on how she’s got an eye for fashion and how nice the fabric was. From his position by the door, he sees her turn to him and give him a wink.

Bucky scowls. That little minx.

John crosses his arms and stares daggers into her.

“What exactly do you do, anyway?” He scoffs. “Are you some kind of spy?”

Angel raises a brow.

“I’m not a spy. I’m just a problem solver.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” John shakes his head and secures the shield on his arm. “Nevermind. I’m going in.”

“Oh, come on John, it’s only been eight minutes.”

“No. Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me.”

“I’m not-” Angel sighs and turns away, focusing her attention on pulling her hair back.

Bucky stops him before John can get through the doorway.

“It must be so easy for you.” John’s voice is full of malice. “All that serum running through your veins. Barnes, your partner needs backup. Do you really want his blood on your hands?”

Bucky can see Angel slowly shake her head, telling him not to give in to John’s words. But he can’t. He’s already done so much harm. He’s responsible for the deaths of so many people, he can’t let Sam become another.

So, he lets John walk past him, Lemar following along.

Angel runs up to him.

“Bucky, why’d you do that?”

“I can’t… I can’t risk it. I can’t risk losing him.”

She sighs and places a gentle hand on his cheek.

“I understand.” Her lips land a gentle kiss on his nose. “But don’t let his words get to you. Now,” She grins and lightly smacks his ass. “Go make sure he doesn’t kill anyone.”

With one final kiss, Bucky runs off.

She turns around to see the handcuffs dangling from the pole. Her blood runs cold. Zemo escaped and who knows what he’ll do.

She runs through the halls, boots quietly slapping on the concrete floors. From her left, she hears a series of loud gunshots and crunching glass.

Her feet lightly tread next to the walls, ears picking up every little sound.

She jumps, heartbeat pounding when the thump of a body falling to the ground meets her ears.

Did Zemo kill someone? Was it Karli? Another Flag-Smasher?

She runs through the door closest to her. From behind a table, she spots John staring at a small vial. A small vial of the serum. Before she can say anything, he runs away.

As she quietly walks into the room, she spots Zemo, lying on the ground, unconscious. No one else was here.

She crouches down next to him and gently shakes his shoulder.

“Baron? Zemo? Come on, wake up.”

He doesn’t move.

She picks up his wrist, pressing her pointer and middle fingers on the vein. A sigh of relief passes her lips at the feeling of a pulse.

Her hands shake his shoulder again, this time, with more vigor.

“Zemo!” She shouts.

His eyes snap open and he groans in pain.

“You passed out Baron.”

“I’m aware.” He grumbles. “John Walker threw the shield at me.”

“Of course he did.”

She offers him a hand and helps him stand up.

“Can you walk?” She asks.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.”

The two make their way through the city until they reach Zemo’s apartment. Sam was already there, typing away on his computer.

Angel wets a towel in the kitchen and hands it to Zemo.

“Go, lie down. Put this over your eyes.”

She walks down the hall towards Bucky’s room. With a tired sigh, she removes her shoes, jumpsuit, and harness.

Her eyes close as she lies on the bed in her underwear. The sports bra felt much too tight but she didn’t care. She was tired. Her morning sexual frustration had caught up to her but she didn’t feel like doing anything about it.

Even though it was only seven in the evening, she just wanted to sleep.

Right when she’s drifting off to sleep, the slam of the bedroom door jolts her awake.

Bucky is standing in front of her, arms crossed, eyes filled with rage.

“Get off the bed.” He snarls.

She laughs and rolls over onto her stomach.

“No. If sex is what you want, let’s do it on the bed.”

She hears a sigh behind her and her eyes widen when she feels Bucky’s hands wrap around her ankles.

“Buck, what are you-”

Her words come to a halt when he pulls her off of the bed and onto her knees.

“You wanted me to fuck you?” He seethes. “Fuck you rough until you can’t speak?”

“That was the plan.” She smirks.

He twists a hand in her hair and pulls her head back. Her breath is shallow as she looks up, meeting Bucky’s angry eyes.

He’s mad. At the entire Karli situation, and maybe with her. But his anger towards her, she assumes, is fiery, lustful anger. Anger that she can have a lot of fun with.

“If you had let me cum earlier,” She snaps, “ maybe I wouldn’t have been such a brat.”

She rubs her thighs together, trying to alleviate the arousal burning through her. A whine leaves her lips when he kicks her legs apart.

He tightens his grip on her hair.

“You really need to learn some respect.”

Bucky places the toe of his boot on her back and pushes her face down onto the floor. She doesn’t resist, giving in to his dominance.

“Aww, look at you,” he mocks, “You were so bold earlier, my Angel. Where did that fire go?”

Her heart swells. He’s no longer calling her Angel. He’s called her his Angel. She was his.

Footsteps echo around her and she takes a shaky breath when his black boots come into view.

“Look at me, doll. I wanna see those pretty eyes.”

His voice is commanding, authoritative. It drew her in, made her head spin.

She looks up at him with wide eyes as he bends down on a knee.

“Were you trying to rile me up? Trying to make me angry?”

She nods.

Bucky roughly grabs her chin, cold metal digging into her cheeks.

“Use your words.”

“Y-yes Sergeant.” She squeaks.

He stares down at her, anger and lust in his eyes.

“Open your mouth.”

Her lips part and Bucky spits, letting his saliva pool on her tongue.

His fingers press on her chin, closing her mouth. She swallows, heat burning in her tummy.

“So now, you want to be a good girl, huh?”

He picks her up by her neck and shoves her face into the soft mattress. His fingers loop around the elastic waistband of her panties and pull, the fabric digging into her cunt.

“Yes, I’m your good girl.” She whines. “I’ll be good. Promise.”

He leans in close, his warm breath brushing over her ear.

“I don’t believe you.”

He rears his metal hand against her ass, leaving a red handprint of her skin.

A choked breath leaves her lips. She relishes in the pain and gives him a cocky smile.

“Is that all you got Sarge?”

He lands another hard smack, this time on her thigh. A whimper escapes her lips.

“Oh, you’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”

He shifts his hand on her neck, wrapping it around the front of her neck. She squeezes at the sides, slowing the circulation of blood to her head.

She opens her mouth to speak, but the hand on her throat stops the words from leaving her lips.

The clinking of his belt buckle sends a wave of lust through her.

She was finally getting what she wanted.

His hand on her neck is released and she takes in a sharp breath.

He pulls her panties down her legs and throws them to the side.

She gasps at the feeling of cold metal rubbing between her folds. Her fingers dig into the sheets, grabbing at the fabric.

“You’re practically dripping.” He muses, “Who knew you were such a masochist?”

“Only for you.” She keens.

“Only for me? Not for anyone else?”

“Yes! Yes! Only you!”

Bucky hums and lands another smack on her ass. She yelps and tears threaten to spill from her eyes.

He shoves two fingers inside of her and she gasps at the cool feeling of the metal.

She squirms around as he twists his fingers, pressing against that spot inside of her.

Hunger swarms her brain. She wanted, no, needed more.

What he’s doing is sadistic, she thinks. Constantly bringing her to the edge, but never letting her tip over.

He lets his thumb press against her clit and the tears she’s been trying to hold back spill over. She lets out a quiet sob into the sheets but Bucky doesn’t stop his movements.

“I need more.” She quietly whimpers.

“You think you have the right to beg?” He asks nonchalantly. “After that little show?”

“I’m sorry.” She cries.

Her eyes squeeze shut and she turns her head, letting her cheek rest on the bedsheets. When she glances up, she can see Bucky’s amused smirk.

She feels the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance and she holds her breath.

“Oh doll,” he coos, thumbing away her tears, “You’re so pretty when you cry.”

A sudden thrust of his hips buries his cock inside of her. Bucky clamps his hand over her lips, muffling her desperate cries.

“Shh, shh,” He whispers gently. “It’s okay, love. Be a good girl and take it.”

He starts moving, his hips slowly thrusting into her. The fire inside of her burns, hotter and hotter. Her head is reeling as she feels herself come closer to her impending orgasm. Despite how rough he is with her, she feels safe. Safe with him. She feels safe enough to fall into submission, open and pliant for him.

Her sobs against his hand become louder, more intense and he bends down to nip at her neck.

“Are you gonna cum, angel? Cum all over my cock?”

She nods, eyes squeezed shut.

“Do you think you deserve it?” He asks.

“No,” she mumbles against his hand. “But I want to.”

He brushes his fingers down the length of her back and she shivers.

“You wanna cum, doll? Ask nicely.”

He releases his hand and grabs her hip, pulling her deeper onto his cock.

“Please.” She gasps. “Please, let me cum!”

“You have to do better than that.”

“Please, I’ll be so good for you! I’ll never flirt with anyone again! Just please! Please, I wanna cum.”

He picks up his pace, and she finds it harder to stave off her orgasm.

“So polite.” He hums, “But not yet.”

She lets out a pathetic sob.

“Please.” She whimpers.

“Be patient. You’ll get to cum soon.”

Her breaths are shallow as she tries to keep herself from cumming. She bites down on her lower lip but the pain does little to help.

Relief washes over her when Bucky speaks again.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me. Come on angel, cum for me.”

Her teeth bite down on the sheets as she’s hurtles over the edge, her orgasm sending shockwaves through her body.

As her chest heaves and her mind becomes foggy, she can barely feel Bucky pull out and releases him cum on her back.

She lies there, upper half sprawled over the mattress, a dopey smile on her face. A hum of pleasure slips past her lips when Bucky wipes his cum away with a warm washcloth.

“You okay, doll?” He asks.

She nods her head.

The bed shifts as he sits on the bed and pulls her towards him.

“Come on,” He lies down and pulls her close to him. He noses at the back of her shoulder. “Get some rest.”

The sun was about to set, bathing their bodies in a golden glow. He runs his metal fingers over her bicep, cooling down her heated skin.

She’s tired, so tired. Yet she’s happy. The first time in a long time that she’s actually felt happy.

“Bucky?” She asks in a fucked out daze.

“Yes my angel?”

A moment of silence passes.

“You’re the only one who’s made me feel human.”

...

Once again, tysm @sojournmichael for reading over my little snippets of writing!

#bucky x female reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #tfatws #bucky fanfic

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chasbook · 5 years

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2019

Visuel et logotype pour le premier EP de TransVersal

Créations typographique et plastique à l’aquarelle + quelques recherches

#graphisme #graphic design #typographie #typography #cd #ep #transversal #music #musique #band #groupe #aquarelle #aquarel painting #logotype #logo #identité visuelle #visual identity

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beatasticband · 3 years

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Shoegaze project of diy artist George Simpson, (Nossiennes, On Autopilot) transversing influences of post-rock, classical minimalism and IDM. Introspective spirals made with simulated beats, pitch shifted vocals, and pedal-treated guitar/piano created over the last lockdown.

#shore dive records #aliquis artikkel #post rock #shoegaze #indie #alternative

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tatarocha · 3 years

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Tata Chama e as Inflamáveis é uma banda de música brasileira nascida em Juiz de Fora, no berço da Zona Da Mata mineira, que iniciou sua trajetória em 2017 através do encontro de artistas que descobriram a potencialidade na criação coletiva da canção desde as reuniões de amigues em casa, tomando um café e experimentando o universo das possibilidades sonoras, até os palcos das ruas do centro da cidade, dos bares de esquina e das casas de show.

Em 2018 lançaram o EP de apresentação "Despertar", como resultado de sua colocação em 4º lugar na Virada Cultural Raul Sampaio (Marataízes - ES) e parcialmente custeado por uma campanha de financiamento coletivo. O trabalho encontra-se disponível em todas as plataformas digitais de música. A circulação do espetáculo baseado em "Despertar" focou-se em fortalecer, para além de sua própria música, o cenário independente da cidade e promover um intercâmbio entre diferentes gêneros musicais, levando o grupo constantemente a se apresentar ao lado de diversos nomes da cena local, além de dividir o palco com artistas como Chico Chico e João Mantuano, Arthus Fochi , El Efecto, Dudu Lima Trio, João Bosco.

Após uma série de mudanças na formação da banda, a nova soma de elementos e linguagens iniciou uma transformação em sua sonoridade. Assim, deram vida à Live Session "Despertar Ao Vivo", lançada em 2020, que apresentou ao público as canções presentes em seu primeiro EP, porém com uma roupagem um pouco diferente da original. No mesmo ano lançaram uma segunda Live Session: "Čao la Chama", dessa vez em parceria com o grupo franco-brasileiro Čao Laru. As duas apresentações foram disponibilizadas nas plataformas de streaming durante a pandemia.

Seu próximo trabalho, ainda em andamento, se chamará "Fogo-Fátuo". O novo disco pretende apresentar uma estética que transita e se equilibra entre as raízes da música popular brasileira e latinoamericana e o experimentalismo dos elementos sintetizados. A gravação foi realizada através dos recursos da Lei Aldir Blanc de Minas Gerais e o projeto contará com financiamento coletivo para que possa ser finalizado. Seu lançamento está previsto para o segundo semestre de 2021, em parceria com o selo independente Cantores Del Mundo e masterização feita pelo produtor musical Bruno Giorgi.

Integrantes do projeto musical:

7 (integrantes da banda): Alice Santiago - voz, violão e cavaco Daniela Zorzal - baixo elétrico Pedro Brum - voz e guitarra Sarah Vieira - voz e flauta transversal Tata Rocha - voz, teclado e sintetizador Bruno Targs - voz, percussão e kalimba Eduardo Yroxe - voz percussão

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Sølv - Gentle Riot

A bedroom artist to the hilt, the London-based singer-songwriter, director and producer goes solely by the name of Sølv, the Danish word for “silver”. A self-taught, self-managed and unsigned artist, Sølv works solely from her apartment relying only on a close-knit circle of friends for input. With her latest track “Gentle Riot”, Sølv renews her commitment to that do-it-yourself attitude where intuition and gut feelings drive her experimental gaze. Written during COVID-19 lockdown, “Gentle Riot” speaks magnitudes. Carrying the sloping immensity of its massive bass sound, Sølv transverses rugged terrain as her ethereal vocals are channeled the track’s jagged sonic topographies. Speaking to her affirmation of artistic independence, Sølv had this to say about “Gentle Riot”:

"I wrote, produced and recorded Gentle Riot during lockdown. It’s about learning to be unmistakably yourself. Originally written as a comeback to anyone who tries to keep you in your place and not believing in the power and potential you hold, I soon realised it was just as much an internal conversation; an energy that paves the way towards self-acceptance. It’s about not listening to your self-sabotaging inner voice and trusting your true intuition."

You can check out track’s from Sølv’s previous discography including “CODEINE” EP track “All to You” with the dark, resonant haunt of her striking vocal shrill and her preceding single with the enigmatic summon and percolating depths of “Heavy Weather”:

“All to You”

Sølv · All To You

“Heavy Weather”

Sølv · Heavy Weather

“Gentle Riot”

Sølv · Gentle Riot

#Sølv #britain #music

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laravilaboa · 4 years

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El duelo de Ash

(Corto fanfic de final alternativo como continuación del ep 22 de Banana Fish.)

"Meses han pasado desde que no oía el sonido de golpes en mi puerta. Siendo un hombre muerto para el mundo y sin motivos lo suficientemente atrayentes como para desmentir aquel rumor, la soledad era mi única compañía. ¿Salir? No era necesario, los pocos contactos que saben de mi actual condición y las muchas deudas que me tienen son suficientes para que abastezcan este departamento con comida y los servicios de agua, luz y cable, aunque insistí en que este último era sumamente innecesario hicieron oídos sordos. Más yo no pude hacerlo al oír un sobre deslizarse en la entrada. Acercarme o no fue un dilema que pronto resolví al notar el nombre IBE en grandes letras. Al tomarlo, una carta fue lo primero en aparecer ante mis ojos.

'Hace unas semanas tuve el valor de tomar mi cámara y bajar las fotografías a mí computadora, lo mismo con la de Eiji, -No esperaba leer su nombre en las primeras líneas, así como tampoco pude evitar el mal estar que se posó en la boca de mi estómago.- Creí al principio que debía dejarlas ahí, sentí que verlas sería perturbar lo último que quedaba de él, sus recuerdos. Aún duele. Duele cada día. Veo su cuerpo en sueños y siento el frío que lo invadió de manera inmediata, desearía haber sido yo.

¿Sabes? Le di la cámara con el fin de que fotografiase cosas que le devuelvan la inspiración para volver a saltar al regresar a Japón. Al contarle esto a Max, me hizo comprender que de no ver lo que había fotografiado, estaría despreciándolo, estaría dejando en el olvido sus sentimientos, ya que aquellas fotos eran de lo que realmente consideraba sería capaz de devolverle su valor, cada foto era un paso más con su pértiga en manos, cada foto acortaba la distancia hacia la barra transversal que debía saltar, cada foto le quitaba el miedo a caer mal una vez más. Creo que deberías verlas'

Antes de llegar a la post data, la carta se deslizó por mis manos cayendo al suelo suavemente, sin emitir sonidos, careciente de vida, justo como me sentía yo, y al igual que la carta, caí, pero el piso de madera se estremeció bajo mi peso y el vaso que rompió en el silencio fue lo que me trajo nuevamente a la realidad.

Aunque coincidía con Ibe y Max, ver las fotos era abrir una herida la cual, si bien nunca había cerrado, me negaba a admitir que existía. Pero el sentimiento de estar despreciando a Eiji ganó la partida, y me encontré a mí mismo sentado en la cama con el sobre en las manos.

Constelaciones, pájaros a punto de volar, nubes, gatos en tejados, restaurantes japoneses, hojas desprendidas de los árboles, podía ver a Eiji en cada foto, podía verlo imaginándose a sí mismo en ellas, pero la sonrisa que inconscientemente se había posado en mis labios al reconocerlo en cada imagen se borró y mi corazón se contrajo.

Ya no había pájaros ni nubes, las fotos comenzaron a retratar paisajes, pero no fue eso lo que me sorprendió, sino verme en ellos. En cada uno aparecía mi silueta observándolos. Eiji capturo imágenes de mí en las que incluso con un arma en mi cinturón parecía indefenso, vulnerable. Él había captado mi verdadera esencia, aquella que ante nadie mostraría, pero la cual no había ocultado a sus oscuros y brillantes ojos, que veían mi humanidad incluso cuando yo creí haberla perdido hace muchos años.

Mis ojos comenzaron a humedecerse y las lágrimas no pararon de brotan siquiera cuando me recosté en la cama. Estaba llorando como no me había permitido hacerlo. Estaba llorando como siquiera al tenerlo muerto en mis brazos lo hice. Estaba haciendo el duelo que tanta falta me hacía. El dolor calaba cada parte de mi enflaquecido cuerpo. Sentí como cada latido quemaba y la necesidad de que mi corazón deje de latir. Golpee mi pecho mientras un grito de frustración era arrancado de mi garganta. Su nombre sacudía mi mente al igual que sus recuerdos. Eiji. Eiji. Eiji. Mi corazón, mi cuerpo lo reclamaban ardiendo. Jamás había sentido que mi alma me abandonaba. Fui violado desde temprana edad, pisoteado, vi cercana a la muerte tantas veces que llegué a considerarla una amiga, pero esta sensación era completamente nueva. No había dejado que mis sentimientos me invadieran por miedo, miedo a darme cuenta de ellos, pero en este punto eran innegables.

Mi boca seca me exigía agua y la sensación de deshidratarme por los ojos no me permitió negársela.

Cada paso hacia la cocina era una puntada en mi pecho, el cual hace tiempo había acurrucado el cuerpo de Eiji, alguna vez con vida, y una última vez sin ella.

La carta en el suelo me atraía más que la sed, por lo que la recogí y finalmente leí la post data.

"PD/ Espero no te moleste la foto pegada al dorso del sobre, esa la saqué yo. Sentí que también la querrías. Solo espero no causarte más dolor."

Con los ojos hinchados, volví a la habitación y tomé el sobre con la fotografía de Ibe. Una sonrisa melancólica se atrevió a asomarse; en la foto nos encontrábamos ambos viéndonos, ambos cerca el uno del otro con el atardecer ocultándose. Una vez más el atardecer y Eiji eran testigo de mi vulnerabilidad. Una vez más ambos presenciaban mis sentimientos, aquellos que intentaba ocultar. Una vez más Eiji me tomó desprevenido como nadie podía hacerlo.

Coloqué la foto en mi mesa de luz y antes de cerrar los ojos, le susurré: Sayonara, Eiji."

-Lara Vilaboa

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mcatmemoranda · 5 years

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Interstitial phase:

Kerley lines are 2-3 cm long horizontal lines in the base of lungs close to chest wall.

They are the result of interstitial edema and increased lymphatic drainage.

This is the second phase of congestive heart failure.

Source

The white arrows are pointing to Kerley B lines.

From Aquifer:

A mnemonic to look for signs of heart failure on the CXR is ChECK, which stands for:

Cephalization (dilation of the pulmonary vessels radiating upward from the hilum due to fluid overload).

Effusions (look for blunting of the costophrenic angles).

Cardiomegaly (heart shadows occupying greater than 50% of the thoracic diameter).

But in the site it linked, it says "The heart is considered enlarged if the transverse diameter of the heart is larger than diameter of the hemi thorax;" so if the heart diameter is greater than 1/2 the chest diameter, the heart is enlarged.

Kerley B lines (horizontal, peripheral white markings, especially at the bases).

#Kerley B lines #CHF #Kerley #mnemonics

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macgyvermedical · 5 years

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Fun Things To Do With Ethanol, A “Friends + Enemies + Border,” Scientific/Medical Review

I have so much on my plate right now. This is going to take forever and I shouldn’t be writing this. But... Have I ever told you about how much I love low resource surgery?

Like, it is 100% my THING.

I want to tell you ALL ABOUT IT.

The episode is split between MacGyver and Desi staging a last stand at a pediatrician’s office with a group of Syrian refugees in Bosnia and Bozer and Riley contending with a bomb-based booby trap meant for Oversight. There are plenty of decent based-in-reality MacGyverisms in this ep, and the ones I particularly want to focus on involve the use of ethanol as a vehicle fuel, use of gunpowder as a cauterizing agent, and the realities of trying to complete improvised surgery under the circumstances in the episode.

Ethanol

In the first scene, Mac and Desi are driving a car running on homemade ethanol. Mac explains that he had rushed the fermentation of the ethanol himself, leading to a less-than-smooth ride.

Traditionally, ethanol is what we think of as drinking alcohol- vodka, beer, wine, and other alcoholic beverages contain ethanol as the psychoactive ingredient. In certain parts of the world, particularly the US, Brazil, and much of Europe, ethanol is a common vehicle fuel as well. Ethanol is popular because it’s renewable (its made from feedstock like grain, sugar beets, potatoes, and anything else that’s sugary or starchy that you happen to have a lot of), produces less air pollution than gasoline, and is also cheaper than gasoline (it gets about 1/3 fewer miles per gallon, though, so the price difference isn’t as significant as it looks).

Most gas sold in the US is a mixture of up to 10% ethanol and 90% gasoline called E10, and most gas sold in Brazil is E25. Starting in 1999, certain vehicles (called “Flex Fuel” vehicles) were designed to run on higher concentrations of ethanol, like E85. Flex Fuel vehicles are capable of running on up to E100, but E100 itself is fairly rare outside of Brazil.

Because ethanol is produced like traditional drinking alcohol, it’s not completely unrealistic that Mac could have made some. All he would have needed to do was mix some yeast, sterile water, and starch/sugar together, wait until ethanol formed (a process called fermentation), and then heat it so the ethanol evaporated out. He would then have to collect the ethanol vapor and let it condense, a process called distillation. Since some water vapor would evaporate too, the distillation process would have to happen multiple times to have a high enough concentration of ethanol to be usable fuel.

Now, it takes about 3 days minimum to produce ethanol by fermentation under even perfect temperature conditions, and since the yeast’s gotta do the heavy lifting, there’s not tons you can do to speed it up. Speeding up the distillation process, however (not distilling the ethanol enough times), could have resulted in a higher-than-ideal water content, which may have caused the problems shown in the episode.

While we don’t know how long they were stuck and Mac and Desi could definitely have kept themselves and their criminal charges alive in the wilds of Bosnia for three or more days, it seems a little suspect that Matty would have tolerated that long without communication.

Now, even though the vehicle was clearly manufactured before 1999 and was therefore not a flex fuel vehicle, it could have run temporarily on a relatively high ethanol blend. So if they stopped and added ethanol before the gasoline actually ran out and then were careful to drove slowly, they could probably could have made it to a gas station on their improvised fuel. It might have caused some engine knocking and decreased performance, but it would have been possible.

Cauterization

I’ll start with the fact that you really can stop bleeding with cauterization. Surgeons do it all the time with a tool called an electrocauteur, which is a tiny electrode that gets hot enough to very precisely burn the cut end of a bleeding vessel. Long ago, cauterization was also used a lot less precisely to stop severe bleeding, treat infection, and seal amputation wounds. Heck, the 1985 ep “To Be A Man” featured Mac getting an infected bullet wound cauterized while trapped behind Soviet lines in Afghanistan.

Now, despite that ringing endorsement, cauterization is not something you should consider in a remote environment. For one thing, the old-timey medical people were wrong- burn wounds, like those incurred during cauterization, are actually more likely to get infected than most other kinds of wounds. Burns damage cells deeper than the surface, and those damaged cells can’t fight infection like healthy ones could.

But what if they’re going to bleed to death? Wouldn’t it be better to save them now and deal with infection later? Well, the problem with this is that either the wound is on a limb and improvising a tourniquet is a better option, or the vessel is very deep in the abdomen or chest (as the big bleedy ones tend to be), and the average person is never going to be able to find the bleeding vessel without doing enough additional damage to kill the person in the process.

Let’s talk specifically about the wound in the episode. Take a look at the picture above. You’ll note the abdomen is not just a slab full of bleeding things like a lot of TV makes it out to be. There’s a lot of organs in there, and if they get damaged they can lose function, cause severe blood loss (liver, spleen), or spill infectious (intestines) or digestive (pancreas, stomach) material into the sterile sac that holds the abdominal organs. Spills of stomach acid, digestive enzymes, or fecal material can cause severe infection or physical damage that can be life threatening.

A gunshot wound as shown in the episode would have gone through Felix’s left upper quadrant, a little above and to the left of his belly button (belly button being roughly where the yellow lines cross). Mac assesses the wound and determines that Felix is bleeding severely, to which Nazir replies that if he had a needle and some thread he could sew it up.

Now, as you may have guessed, simply sewing the wound closed wouldn’t do Felix any good. Let’s assume that the bullet only went through the horizontal (transverse) part of the large intestine, and maybe a small artery. Because of this, Felix has fecal material spilling into the previously sterile sac around his intestines which will cause infection if not cleaned up. He also has a non-functional large intestine preventing him from taking in food or liquid. Add some blood loss and a damaged artery that was possibly taking that blood somewhere important and is now spilling that blood into a place it shouldn’t be, and no sewing/cauterizing is going to realistically solve any of those problems- even in the very short term.

So what to do? Well, that’s not an easy answer. Realistically, he needs surgery as soon as he can get it. Until that happens, direct pressure can help slow the blood loss. And I’m talking like someone’s whole body weight on that wound. Remember- that bleeding vessel is really far in there, so a lot of things are going to have to deal with getting compressed if he’s truly in a life-threatening blood loss situation.

Like the idea of sewing the wound closed, the gunpowder macgyverism seems to just seal the top layer of the wound, not doing anything for the actual part that was bleeding. Plus, given that igniting gunpowder on someone would probably cause additional damage, its just not a good idea. A macgyverism to take it’s place could be the diagnosis of the damaged intestine by remarking on the smell of fecal material. Sure, its a family show, but you gotta start training kids to recognize bowel injuries early, right?

Improvised Surgery

I just want to stop and give credit to the fact that someone on the writing team recognized that Felix needed surgery for his abdominal gunshot wound. It doesn’t always happen on TV, and the fact that it happened on a show that once confused a simple oxygen mask with a ventilator while at the same time confusing oxygen with compressed air is pretty nice.

I also want to recognize that the whole point of this story was that they went back for and saved Felix. In fact, Adnan’s line “to have left him would have proved true the kind of lies that are told about us” made it abundantly clear that Felix kinda had to live. But I agree with Dr. Terzic’s assessment that he has an exceptionally low chance of survival.

Let’s start the improvised surgery discussion with what actually needs done to save Felix. This includes:

Stabilization- fluids/blood/oxygen/etc...

Stopping the bleeding and/or restoring blood flow to where the artery was taking it

Repairing the intestinal wound

Cleaning up the spilled fecal material in Felix’s abdomen

Closing the peritoneum (the abdominal organ sac)

Closing the entrance/exit wounds

Treating infection/draining pus/preventing additional problems

The situation can be interpreted one of two ways- version one is that they just need to do the bare minimum to save Felix’s life in the moment, after which he could be actually operated on by a surgeon in a more applicable facility. Version two is that this is all the medical care Felix is going to get for this wound, and the entire surgery has to be completed here or it never will be completed.

Version One:

Assuming that the most immediate life threat for Felix is, in fact, bleeding, the focus of any intervention only has to be on stabilizing him and maybe stopping the bleeding if it’s getting in the way of that. Most family practice and pediatrician’s offices would have some emergency supplies. Maybe not a crash cart, but equipment to take vitals, oxygen and various ways to deliver it, limited IV equipment and fluids, a bag-valve-mask device, limited emergency drugs, and a few choice emergency phone numbers.

Felix has been unconscious for a long time, and that’s really concerning because being unconscious from blood loss typically means not enough blood is getting to the brain and that brain tissue is dying. If he isn’t already dead, he’s definitely in shock, so they need to assess and treat that by getting some vitals on him, getting available IV fluids into him, giving him oxygen and/or supporting his breathing with the BVM, and basically doing everything they can do to keep his blood circulating oxygen as effectively as possible while doing what they can to get him to definitive help. All this while continuing pressure or packing the wounds to put some internal pressure on the bleeding artery to stop things from getting worse.

Version Two:

Listen, the idea of performing major abdominal surgery in a pediatrician’s office should freak you out. I’ve been thinking about it a lot and it’s actually pretty terrifying the way it shakes out in the episode.

And yet, because the reality is people live and get sick in places without available and/or high-tech medical resources, low-resource surgery happens- and it happens a lot. While a lot of times the survival rates are much higher in places with oxygen and running water, even really basic things like IV access and monitoring equipment aren’t 100% necessary in all cases.

That being said, there are better candidates for it than others. Given that Felix is unconscious for the entire episode, how invasive and intricate this surgery would have to be if it was all he was going to get, and the fact that a pediatrician is not remotely trained for this, I don’t think he’s a good candidate for it.

Now, you probably want me to talk about it anyway, so let’s say instead that Felix is hemodynamically stable, conscious, and that the pediatrician was, in a past life, a battlefield trauma surgeon. This doesn’t make things perfect, but it evens the playing field a little. They’re now playing on “difficult” rather than “legendary”.