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heyyy i have a request! reader and jamie have been really busy with work and everything but reader gets a day off and she really misses jamie, so while hes working she sits on his lap and try to get his attention but it doesnt really work, so she starts grinding on his lap and moaning and guess what IT WORKS so he puts his work aside and goes to bed with her and reader starts riding his thigh, then jamie fucks her and theyre both very loud. when theyre finished, jamie whispers in her ear “look at the mess you made around my cock”

good god. oh my lord. holy moly. I LOVE THIS!! i had this very specific picture in mind whilst writing the beginning of this... when you'll read it you'll understand ;)

Relief- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: you and jamie have been very busy lately and you finally have a day off whilst he's working at home so you use it to your advantage

warnings: NSFW! this is mostly smut so if you're uncomfortable please don't read it my love!!

note: i'm posting on a thursday?? well, that's because i have a week off college now!! yay!! <3

“Jamie,” you knock on the door, “can I come in?”

“Of course, darling. I’m a little busy right now though.”

“That’s okay, I just want to… be with you. I’ve missed you this week. It’s been quite lonely here by myself.”

As you walk into his office, you see him sitting by his desk, his spinny chair pushed back, giving the impression that he wasn’t actually working although his laptop was open in front of him, and he seemed to be texting on his phone. He had just got off a call.

“I’ve missed you too, love.” He frowns, watching you as you move closer to him, eventually sitting on his lap, your knees either side of hips. “Is everything okay?” He asks softly, kissing your shoulder.

“Hmm.” You hum, burying your face in the crook where his shoulder met his neck. He smelt so good, his signature cologne mixed with soap and cigarettes. His hand comes up to rub your lower back, and suddenly you have an idea. “You’re always so busy.” You whisper.

“I know, baby. You know I’d much rather spend time with you if I could instead, but right now I’ve got things to do.”

“That’s a shame,” you begin, wiggling your hips slightly to get more ‘comfortable’ on his lap, gasping when you feel the friction of his jeans against your heat. You were only wearing a lingerie set, hidden by a fluffy robe, “because so have I.”

He tries his best to ignore your actions, hoping you’d stop- it’s not that he didn’t want this, he would bend you over his desk and take you right now if he could- however, he had some important work to get done today.

“Darling,” he places his hands on your hips, stopping you from grinding yourself down on his growing bulge, “please.”

“Do you want me to stop?” You ask, gently.

“No, but-” Before he could finish his sentence, you move your hips once more, and at the same time he bucks his hips up involuntarily, causing a moan to escape your lips. He couldn’t help but give in.

He closed down his laptop and you watched him with a grin.

“C’mon then.” He sighs, a smirk growing on his face as he taps your thigh.

You took the hint, grinning as you stood up, ready to follow him up the stairs.

He takes his shirt off as he lies on the bed, pulling you down on top of him. He smiles as he peels back the robe from your body, revealing your black lace bra and matching underwear. He slightly bites his lower lip, his hands sliding up and down your sides.

“Was this your plan all along, hm? To distract me?” He smirks, pulling back the elastic of your panties before letting it go with a ‘snap’ against your skin.

“No…” You smiled mischievously, leaning down to kiss his jaw, “but you did look like you needed a break.”

He says no more, but lifts his right leg up so his knee brushes perfectly against your clothed heat. He sat up a little more against the headboard, and the look he gave you said ‘go ahead’, and as he placed his hands on your waist you can’t help but roll your hips, grinding your barely clothed cunt down against his thigh.

“This what you needed, hm? You pulled me away from my work so you better make it worth it, doll. C’mon, you can do better than that” At his words, you threw your head back as a moan slipped from your lips, your hips working at an insane pace to bring you pleasure. “You gonna cum, darling? I’ve barely even touched you. You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You nodded your head and bit down on your lip to stop any more pathetic noises slipping from your mouth. Jamie reached a hand up, cupping your breast, teasing your hardened nipples through the fabric.

“Jamie… please,” you whimper, feeling your high approaching.

“Nuh-uh.” He smirked, placing his hands on your waist and flipping you so he was now on top, his warm body towering over yours. “Look at the mess you made on me, love,” he chuckles, looking down at the damp patch on his jeans, “you have such a pretty pussy, but she sure knows how to make a mess, hm?” He leans down, trailing kisses down your neck to your collarbone as your hips wiggle about in the air, trying to find any form of friction. He notices this and presses his hand against your lower belly, keeping you still. “Stop moving, baby. I’ll give you what you want, just gotta ask nicely.” He smirks against your skin.

“Please Jamie… I need to feel you.”

“You can feel me, I’m right here.” He taunts.

“That’s not what I mean! Fuck- I need to you to fuck me… Please, please…” You begin to babble as his hand rips your panties off your body, throwing them to the side of the bed. His thumb plays with your clit as his two fingers slip through your soaked folds, gathering some of your slick before easing them into your hole. “Mhmm,” you whimper, your fingers tangling in his hair as his kisses move down to your breasts.

“That’s right, baby. Don’t be quiet for me, you know how much I love those pretty sounds you make.”

The feeling of his mouth wrapped around your nipple and his fingers fucking into you, you let out a pornographic moan, your thighs trembling, threatening to close around his body. You let out a string of whimpers and whines as his fingers leave you, satisfied with his work.

“Good girl,” he smiles, moving back so he has room to shuffle off his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers, and you in your bra. You reach around to your back to take your last remaining garment off when he stops you, “leave it on, baby. You look so fucking hot in it.”

You nod your head, following his orders as your hands move down to his growing bulge involuntarily. As you palmed his hard cock, he returned to kissing your neck, suckling on your sensitive spots and leaving marks that let everyone know who you belong to.

When he was tired of the teasing, Jamie pulled back from you and pushed his boxers down his thighs, his cock smacking against his stomach, the tip red and leaking precum. Your mouth almost watered at the sight.

You wanted to reach for it, to tease him, to take him into your mouth and suck him dry- but he didn’t give you a chance. He was already lining himself up with you.

“Ready, darling?” He asked, checking your face for any hesitation.

“Yes, please I need- Fuck! Hnnff.” As he pushes himself into you, you wonder how long it had been since the last time you fucked. You had both been so busy lately, you had not had the time. He was stretching you out again, the pleasant sting burned through your lower body as your legs wrapped around his hips, not letting him go.

Jamie let out a low groan once he was fully inside you, your cunt pulsing around him as his cock twitched.

“Shit, I forgot how amazing you feel,” he mutters against your neck as his hips snap into yours, fucking you slow and hard. Everytime he fucked into you, you would let out a breathy whine, tugging on his blonde locks as if it would ground you, stop you from slipping away into pure bliss.

“Mm.. fuck, faster, p-please Jamie…” You moan, your nails clawing his back.

“Yeah?” He smirks, as if to say ‘you can’t handle it’, before pushing himself up, his arms either side of you to support him as his pace quickens, leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him. “This what you wanted, baby?” You nod your head and try to look at him, although you can’t keep your eyes open.

“So good.” You gasp, your legs wrapping around him tighter.

“I can make it better,” he says as if to challenge you, and you feel his hand slipping between your bodies, to your clit again. He teased the swollen nub, rubbing it in harsh circles, matching the pace he was fucking you at.

“I’m… I’m gonna cum… Oh- Oh god, Jamie d-don’t stop.” You whimper, your fingers pulling on his hair even harder as pressure begins to build in your belly.

“Let go, baby. Show me how good it feels, make a mess for me. Can you do that?” He pants, you nod your head, “look at me… need to see your face when you cum for me, darling.”

You open your eyes and see his hair hanging messily over his forehead, the sweat on his chest giving his tattoos a kind of glow, and his eyes were focused on yours.

“Cum for me, y/n.”

At that, you let go. Allowing your body to be taken over by the white hot ecstasy of your orgasm. Your legs tremble around your boyfriend’s waist and his thrusts begin to get sloppier.

You almost didn’t process him finishing inside you as you were still recovering from your high. Your muscles relaxed and your heart rate began to slow down. You felt Jamie collapse onto the bed, you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

You gave him a lazy smile, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm as he placed a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Look at the mess you’ve made all over me, baby. Looks like we’ll need to take a shower.”

#jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower smut #jamie bower smut #jcb #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie bower x reader #x reader

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grimelords · 1 year

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did you know you can upload up to 30 images to a post on tumblr now? that's insane. anyway here are my top 15 albums of 2022. This was a great year for walking around and listening to music, as all years are on this heaven-like planet called earth.

Crack Cloud - Tough Baby

Dry Cleaning - Stumpwork

Elucid - I Told Bessie

Sinead O'Brien - Time Bend And Break The Bower

Charley Crockett - The Man From Waco

Daniel Rossen - You Belong There

Czarface - Czarmageddon

Billy Woods - Aethiopes

Gospel - The Loser

Nilüfer Yanya - Painless

Mount Kimbie - MK 3.5: Die Cuts | City Planning

Jockstrap - I Love You Jennifer B

Julia Jacklin - Pre-Pleasure

Pusha T - It's Almost Dry

Weyes Blood - And In The Darkness, Hearts Aglow

I was going to write a bit about each one of these but it's already december 30. who has the time these days. They're all great and I really think absolutely anyone will find at least one of these genuinely life-changing, so please dig in even if you've never heard of any of them.

I've put together a spotify playlist of a great song from each of these if you'd like an easy way in, or just an hour of great music.

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elfyourmother · 2 years

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Junelezen Day 12 - Five Minutes of Fate

I would be your shield, my love, for so long as you will it.

Twas what he said to me, when I wept within the circle of his strong and tender embrace, upon what I once believed the worst night of my life.

I remembered it once more, despairing, when he shoved me to the immaculate marble tiles of the span, and we were blinded by an incandescence unyielding.

A singular moment--naught but the hairsbreath span between heartbeats in truth--was all we had, there atop the sacred pinnacle of the Holy See. But a moment twas all I needed to defy Fate. For the light of the heavens shall eclipse even that of an ill-gotten false god, and with breath and will and all the love I yet possessed did I pry open the gate, beckoning the sacred bowers of the Bole to shield my Silver Fuller even as he shielded me. To grant him the strength of its roots, ancient and everlasting, that he should bend but not break--this I evoked upon him with all the might of mine Art, a benediction of Earth and Stars, with all the love I bore this gentle and courageous son of House Fortemps, the man who gave me everything when I possessed nothing, for whom nothing I could give would ever be enough, such was the depth of my love for him.

And it was enough--just enough. Though he collapsed, Aymeric felt the thread of life as yet within him, frayed thought it was. Through my tears, I spied Estinien spirit him as swiftly as the might of the Azure Dragoon would permit it, away to the Hospitaliers.

And as I once wept in Haurchefant’s arms, so too did I weep within Aymeric’s--for the first time, but of a surety not the last--and he brought me to the tiny chapel in the Congregation’s cupola, offering me the only comfort a despairing champion of the Fury could give. As the Ishgardians are wont upon the Longest Night of the year, so we kept Halone’s Vigil upon the longest night of my life. Aye, even Estinien too. Never have I been a woman of great faith, but that night I fell to Her feet as a desperate pilgrim, begging her to spare my love--our love, for Aymeric and Estinien felt no less the same as I, and I knew it then at last.

He awakened, some weeks later.

But I shall never forget that moment he was nearly lost to us; a moment that would leave us all changed forever, the four of us, in ways we as yet failed to comprehend.

#junelezen #junelezen 2022 #gisele surana #haurchefant greystone #aymeric de borel #estinien varlineau #the elfpile #bisho's adventures in gpose #ot4: heavensent #long post

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thegrapeandthefig · 2 years

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2, 12, 20

What draws you to your Gods? What do you like about them? This is a lame answer but I have no fucking clue. It's a bit like asking "what draws you to chocolate?". Is it the sweetness? The taste? But how do you explain preferring some tastes to others? Of course, I can find reasons like that they've brought me blessings and protected my ass and that contributes to my appreciation for them, but that's not what makes me feel drawn to them. I'm afraid the attraction is more visceral than that and therefore not entirely subject to logic.

How important is mythology in your practice? How much credit do you give it?

Virtually none. Local myth has served a purpose when I wanted to understand the narrative and logic behind some of the festivals I reconstructed but my personal experience with myth is that the gods will be explicit when they want me to look one up. And most often the reason has little to do with religious practice and has more to do with giving me a lesson or a piece of advice.

List a few of the deities you worship and associate each with a quote your think represents them best!

Dionysus: "You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it—it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk." (Be Drunk, Charles Baudelaire) Aphrodite:

"These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow." (Romeo & Juliet, Act 2 Scene 6; Shakespeare)

Priapus:

A weed is but an unloved flower! Go dig, and prune, and guide, and wait, Until it learns its high estate, And glorifies some bower. A weed is but an unloved flower! (The Weed, Ella Wheeler Wilcox)

#ask game #quotes

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jungleindierock · 2 years

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Sinead O'Brien - Holy Country (Later with Jools Holland)

The multifaceted Irish poet, songwriter and performer Sinead O'Brien performs Holy Country live on Later with Jools Holland. Dublin’s Sinead O’Brien’s debut album Time Bend and Break The Bower comes out on the 10th June 2022.

#Sinead O'Brien #Ireland #indie music #indie rock #new music #music #live music #live video #indie #rock #pop #2022 #Rebjukebox #JIR #Jungle Indie Rock

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coolmusiccentral · 1 year

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Top 50 Albums of 2022

Happy New Year to all! Let's start 2023 with our selection of the best albums that 2022 had to offer, a list that focuses mostly on rock music and its various guises, from the sublime folk rock of Big Thief, to the majestic post-punk of Dry Cleaning, Fontaines D.C. or Horsegirl, from the ethereal indie pop of Beach House to the psychedelic sounds of The Black Angels and everything else in this vast and diverse musical biosphere.

Here are our Top 50 Albums of 2022 (plus a few more), accompanied by a playlist with some of the standout tracks from these excellent records:

Top 50 Albums

Dragon new warm mountain I believe in you - BIG THIEF

Stumpwork - DRY CLEANING

Skinty fia - FONTAINES D.C.

Versions of modern performance - HORSEGIRL

Once twice melody - BEACH HOUSE

Wilderness of mirrors - THE BLACK ANGELS

How do you burn? - THE AFGHAN WHIGS

Lucifer on the sofa - SPOON

Blue rev - ALVVAYS

Hellfire - BLACK MIDI

Wet Leg - WET LEG

The overload - YARD ACT

Loggerhead - WU-LU

Time bend and break the bower - SINEAD O' BRIEN

Cool it down - YEAH YEAH YEAHS

Endless rooms - ROLLING BLACKOUTS COASTAL FEVER

Endure - SPECIAL INTEREST

A light for attracting attention - THE SMILE

Covers - CAT POWER

Fear of the dawn - JACK WHITE

Spencer gets it lit - JON SPENCER & THE HITMAKERS

When the wind forgets your name - BUILT TO SPILL

Tired of liberty - THE LOUNGE SOCIETY

Classic objects - JENNY HVAL

Anywhere but here - SORRY

Broken equipment - BODEGA

Reeling - THE MYSTERINES

Radiate like this - WARPAINT

Warm Chris - ALDOUS HARDING

Laurel hell - MITSKI

Waterslide, diving board, ladder to the sky - PORRIDGE RADIO

Everything was beautiful - SPIRITUALIZED

YTI⅃AƎЯ - BILL CALLAHAN

Pompeii - CATE LE BON

Labyrinthitis - DESTROYER

Mr. Morale & the big steppers - KENDRICK LAMAR

Fear fear - WORKING MEN'S CLUB

My other people - TV PRIEST

Big time - ANGEL OLSEN

We've been going about this all wrong - SHARON VAN ETTEN

Ants from up there - BLACK COUNTRY, NEW ROAD

The car - ARCTIC MONKEYS

The boy named If - ELVIS COSTELLO & THE IMPOSTERS

Doggerel - PIXIES

Wild loneliness - SUPERCHUNK

Growing up - THE LINDA LINDAS

Heart under - JUST MUSTARD

The other side of make-believe - INTERPOL

Life is yours - FOALS

Topical dancer - CHARLOTTE ADIGÉRY & BOLIS PUPUL

More recommendations: Oh death - GOAT, Expert in a dying field - THE BETHS, Sometimes, forever - SOCCER MOMMY, And in the darkness, hearts aglow - WEYES BLOOD, (watch my moves) - KURT VILE, Sonancy - LOOP, Most normal - GILLA BAND, God save the animals - ALEX G, Time skiffs - ANIMAL COLLECTIVE, Formentera - METRIC, We - ARCADE FIRE, Headful of sugar - SUNFLOWER BEAN, See through you - A PLACE TO BURY STRANGERS, Black pearl - 50 FOOT WAVE, Ultraviolet battle hymns and true confessions - THE DREAM SYNDICATE, "Hello, hi" - TY SEGALL, Entering heaven alive - JACK WHITE, Dance fever - FLORENCE + THE MACHINE, This is what we do - LEFTFIELD, No thank you - LITTLE SIMZ, Tableau - THE ORIELLES, Reason in decline - ARCHERS OF LOAF, The Mars Volta - THE MARS VOLTA, Cheat codes - DANGER MOUSE & BLACK THOUGHT, Inner world peace - FRANKIE COSMOS, Here is everything - THE BIG MOON, The line is a curve - KAE TEMPEST, Fossora - BJÖRK, Asphalt meadows - DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE, Everything was forever - SEA POWER, Pre pleasure - JULIA JACKLIN, Fire doesn’t grow on trees - THE BRIAN JONESTOWN MASSACRE, XI: Bleed here now - AND YOU WILL KNOW US BY THE TRAIL OF DEAD, Angus tempus memoir - BLUE ORCHIDS, A foul form - OSEES

#best of 2022 #best albums #big thief #dry cleaning #fontaines d.c.#horsegirl #beach house #top albums 2022 #2022 #Spotify

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omegaradiowusb · 1 year

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DECEMBER 17, 2022 (#338)

Spread Joy: “Ow” + “Contrition” (II) Pinch Points: “Reasons to Be Anxious” (Process) Unschooling: “Shopping On The Left Bank” (orphan track) Cheekface: “Pledge Drive” (Too Much To Ask) Bench Press: “More Than That” (A Split Between Friends 7") Foyer Red: “Pickles” (Zigzag Wombat) Body Type: “Bouyancy” (Everything Is Dangerous But Nothing’s Surprising) Class: “Pills On A Dish” (self-titled) Mind Shrine: “Pocket Change” (Is It You?) Fake Palms: “Visions” (Lemons) Dry Cleaning: “Anna Calls From The Attic” + “Gary Ashby” (Stumpwork) Palm: “Feathers” (Nicks And Grazes) Emma Ruth Rundle: “Pump Organ Song” (Orpheus Looking Back) My Idea: “Breathe You” (Cry MFER) Khruangbin & Leon Bridges: “Chocolate Hills” (Texas Moon) Fontaines D.C.: “I Love You” (Skinty Fia) Antonio Sanchez f. Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross: “I Think We’re Past That Now” (Shift: Bad Hombre Vol. II) Wet Leg: “Material Girl” (orphan track) Tess Parks: “Brexit At Tiffany’s” (And Those Who Were Seen Dancing) Camp Cope: “Blue” (Running With The Hurricane) Girlpool: “Faultline” (Forgiveness) Sinead O'Brien: “Like Culture” (Time Bend And Break The Bower) Drug Church: “Someday I Suppose” (Pure Noise Dead Formats compilation) Preoccupations: “Ricochet” (Arrangements) Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever: “The Way It Shatters” (Endless Rooms) Fusilier: “No Words” (Treason) Caroline Polachek: “Billions” (Desire, I Want to Turn Into You) Erasers: “Easy To See” (Easy To See) Kite: “Bocelli” (single) SRSQ: “Used To Love” (Ever Crashing)

With three more shows to go in the calendar year, Omega WUSB holds its annual end-of-the-year Winners broadcasts: two nights showcasing the best, notable, and most talked-about sounds of 2022. On our way of saying good-bye forever to 2022, Night One showcases our best and favorite plays in indie, d.i.y., and other sounds in these past twelve months.

We continue our Winners Of… series in two weeks on New Year’s Eve, 2022 as we play our favorites of the year in hardcore, noise rock, metalcore, hip-hop, and darkness. Stay tuned.

December 27, 2022 (4PM New York City): bonus Omega

December 31, 2022 (10PM New York City): Winners of 2022 II

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omegaplus · 1 year

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# 4,300

Omega Radio for December 17, 2022; #338.

Spread Joy: “Ow” + “Contrition” (II)

Pinch Points: “Reasons to Be Anxious” (Process)

Unschooling: “Shopping On The Left Bank” (orphan track)

Cheekface: “Pledge Drive” (Too Much To Ask)

Bench Press: “More Than That” (A Split Between Friends 7")

Foyer Red: “Pickles” (Zigzag Wombat)

Body Type: “Bouyancy” (Everything Is Dangerous But Nothing’s Surprising)

Class: “Pills On A Dish” (self-titled)

Mind Shrine: “Pocket Change” (Is It You?)

Fake Palms: “Visions” (Lemons)

Dry Cleaning: “Anna Calls From The Attic” + “Gary Ashby” (Stumpwork)

Palm: “Feathers” (Nicks And Grazes)

Emma Ruth Rundle: “Pump Organ Song” (Orpheus Looking Back)

My Idea: “Breathe You” (Cry MFER)

Khruangbin & Leon Bridges: “Chocolate Hills” (Texas Moon)

Fontaines D.C.: “I Love You” (Skinty Fia)

Antonio Sanchez f. Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross: “I Think We’re Past That Now” (Shift: Bad Hombre Vol. II)

Wet Leg: “Material Girl” (orphan track)

Tess Parks: “Brexit At Tiffany’s” (And Those Who Were Seen Dancing)

Camp Cope: “Blue” (Running With The Hurricane)

Girlpool: “Faultline” (Forgiveness)

Sinead O'Brien: “Like Culture” (Time Bend And Break The Bower)

Drug Church: “Someday I Suppose” (Pure Noise Dead Formats compilation)

Preoccupations: “Ricochet” (Arrangements)

Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever: “The Way It Shatters” (Endless Rooms)

Fusilier: “No Words” (Treason)

Caroline Polachek: “Billions” (Desire, I Want to Turn Into You)

Erasers: “Easy To See” (Easy To See)

Kite: “Bocelli” (single)

SRSQ: “Used To Love” (Ever Crashing)

First-of-two Winners of 2022 broadcasts.

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ironmanrecords · 2 years

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Sinead O'Brien - European Tour 2022

Sinead O’Brien – European Tour 2022

“You have seen nothing yet”, asserts Sinead O’Brien in single Girlkind – and you are inclined to believe her. Building on her arresting releases since 2018, the multifaceted Irish poet, songwriter and performer is ascending into new territory with her debut LP, Time Bend and Break the Bower, released via Chess Club Records. Demanding a visceral response from her audiences, O’Brien issues a…

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waterdomemusic · 2 years

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Sinead O'Brien: Time Bend and Break the Bower - 2022

Sinead O’Brien: Time Bend and Break the Bower – 2022

Facts about Sinead O’Brien: Time Bend and Break the Bower (Album) Artist: Sinead O’BrienLand of Origin: Ireland, UKTitle: Time Bend and Break the BowerFormat: AlbumLabel: Chess Club Records, UKRelease Date: 10. Juni 2022Genre: Alternative and Indie11 Tracks • 41m 26s Available at Qobuz and Apple Music in24-Bit / 44.1 kHz – Stereo / Hi-res Rating for Sinead O’Brien – Time Bend and Break the…

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#Alternative & Indie #Chess Club Records #Sinead O&039;Brien #Time Bend and Break the Bower

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thelastmixedtape · 2 years

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Review | ”A tangled tapestry of word, sound and fury” Sinead O’Brien - Time Bend and Break the Bower

Review | ”A tangled tapestry of word, sound and fury” Read TLMT’s take on .@_SineadOBrien_’s Time Bend and Break the Bower

Authenticity, by its definition, is impossible to fake. What is singular stands out because it’s exactly that, singular. Sinéad O’Brien occupies the periphery, cutting the figure of a commanding post-punk poet calling us to the edges and out of the mainstream. O’Brien’s debut offering Time Bend and Break the Bower is a tangled tapestry of word, sound and fury, an affirmation of the artist as…

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#Album Review #Dublin #Music #music news #news #review #Sinead O’Brien #The Last Mixed Tape #Time Bend And Break The Bower #TLMT

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chaospanics · 2 years

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⎨ JUNE PLAYLIST ⎬

Halfway there. Somehow June felt like the longest month this year so far, for me. Favourites:

Animal Ghosts - Wallow Causeway - We Were Never Lost Cool Heat - Nowhere Denner - Shades & Parasols Glaring - Paralyzed (EP; May) Grace Ives - Janky Star Horsegirl - Versions of Modern Performance Jaguar Sun - All We’ve Ever Known Jasmyn - In The Wild Medicine - Drugs Perfume Genius - Ugly Season Plenamente - Interminable POLIÇA - Madness Popstrangers - In Spirit Pure Hex - Still Dark Sharon Van Etten - We’ve Been Going About This All Wrong (May) Sinead O’Brien - Time Bend and Break The Bower Yot Club - Off The Grid

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#2022.n #2022.6

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Dawn of the Prophetic

In the dark, among the chaos, in a place no creature—divine nor mortal—dare tread, a heart beat once, announcing its presence to the whole of the cosmos. Twice, something cruel and old was reformed. Thrice, and she was born anew. The sinew that made her is of the universe itself, only ending and disappearing when realities are no more.

She did not die; therefore, she cannot be revived. She’s wounded, and now whole again. And the first to notice was not her people or her kin, it was her enemy. In their arrogance, they declare her death, and now: they declare her revival.

Soon, they shall declare her victory.

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I was there when she first came. I saw her form, graceful and rigid both. I hear her voice, kind and cruel all the same. And upon her face: the mysteries of life were written, dancing with the answers forever and eternal.

“I won’t hurt you,” she says, a promise as the world bends to her crowned will, reshaped by her sceptered hand. And though fearful and afraid, I approach her still.

As I did, I like to think, that the next time our eyes meet, the twinkle in her eyes is a sign of a smile. For that day, the day she came, I witnessed her kindness.

Soon enough, I shall see her cruelty.

Not long after she claims a throne that was hers to sit on, Aegis declares against her. As their war horn calls upon steel and iron, and their drum controls the marches of their soldiery; the deities above and below sheath their weapon to watch.

Watch what? I foolishly asked. I should not have doubt, I should have guessed, I should have known. For when I watch the most noble of creatures declare for her, I do not doubt the truthfulness of my own eyes, I was not surprised.

After all, it was not a long time ago since the Scholars of Gardenata, the historians of the future as I am of the past came to bow upon her throne. However, I do not understand their hesitance to ally with a queen such as her, the queenliest among them.

I hear them debate in the corridor, considering if Aegis is perhaps the lesser evil in this conflict. I almost scoff, I almost break away from my eavesdrop to make sure they understand that this was no fight between greater and lesser evil, but a classical tale of good and evil and that the future has blinded them to the past and present.

Luckily, I do not need to, another scholar pipes up before I do, naming all the good—nay— great things she has already done for her kingdom. The towers she built, the domes, the spires, the bowers, the fanes, the regal hall where she built her throne, all the gifts she gave to her people, and many more.

Trusting her to persuade her colleagues to the side of good, I left them alone to watch history in the making, noting all the glories that I spotted.

And there’s truly so much of it, especially during the first few battles of her forces against the demonic forces that oppose her rule. It was beautiful, the blood, the musk of death, the scream of agony; all in her name.

Every time, she was there to watch. I knew she was, even when I did not see her, the breeze was her hands pushing her soldiers forward. On their whistle, she whispers her orders, a fervent encouragement to murder.

The many banners that are raised quickly are trampled just as quick. The brutality intensifies with each passing battle, through every witching hour and noontide.

Both sides refuse to give way, believing their cause to be just and righteous, though I know only she can lay claim to such a cause, and so only her armies march forward.

The only reason the war dies down is because both sides have managed to cull themselves for and against her. They litter the ground, an ample fertilizer for the trees the hosts cut down to make weapons and fire.

Some of the bodies are burned and charred by dragons, others mutilated by demons and humanoids with demon-like bloodlust. All of her, the fairest among them all.

I envy them. I envy them for their death and I mourn my survival. For in her victory, she grew weaker instead. I dare not assume why, but my mind goes to the worst and best of possibilities.

Her weakness was due to her love for her people, the very same people who were massacred and died for her cause and the cause that sought to displace her from wearing the diadem that was always hers to wear.

The time for cruelty passed, so surely now she mourns. And in mourning, she forgets herself. Amnesiac, she sometimes only gazes upon her people with eyes that are empty and her mind far away.

She’s seeing something else, the past perhaps, the future hopefully. Whatever it is. I know she cares still. During her lucid moments, she would regale them with her dreams, fantastical and utopian both, wishing her people could live there sooner rather than later.

Such a wish she repeats as she slowly disappears, becoming more and more unreal as time passes. But I know not to worry. For she cannot die; therefore, she can’t be revived.

What is a millennium to the Immortal? Nothing, for she does not end; therefore, time is a meaningless concept to her.

So, I close this book, this journal, as the greatest amongst us close yet another long chapter in her colorful history. Already, I can hear the drum of the Aegis on the horizon, waiting for her demise before plaguing the land again.

But I—we can worry about such a thing tomorrow or the week after, or the next month, hopefully even in later years. For now, we celebrate the Infinite, the Eternal, and the Ethereal.

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