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iphoenixrising · 11 months

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Masterlist 3

Tim-centric con't

Red Robin tweaks: BatDad & Boomerang | Fallen (What if Dick didn't catch Tim | Kon catches Tim

Tim Drake Week: Day 2: Sick Bird| Day 6 (Firefly fusion) | Day 7 (Injury/Healing)

Whirlybird!!!! BABE MADE ME A WHIRLYBIRD & HC

Kid!Tim: De-Aged!Tim: Not trusting the BatFam ... but the Titans | Kid!Tim works (Different ways Tim joins the Bats earlier):Tiny!Tim au on Ao3 | Kid!Tim is discovered by Robin!Jason & Window Seat & Tiny!Tim au: The Fever & Tiny!Tim and the Secret (for 500 Followers!) & Tiny!Tim and The Wrong Bus | Tiny!Tim and Tiny!Peter ask | Home for Tiny Birds (Convergence w/ NHFDB!Tim): One & Two | Jason's Death (HCs): One & Two & Three

Converging the AUs:

"Feels" by iphoenixrising , a graphic by Miss Coco Chips | Convergence

Home for Tiny Birds: NHFDB!Tim visits Tiny!Tim

Fracture!Tim meets Talon!Tim & Dr!Tim | Sated (NSFW HC)

Fracture: the Multiverse & Future!AU

Boy All the Bad Guys Want:

Pamphlets: One (based on this ) & Two

Joker Junior: One & Two

Jean Paul One & Two

Talon!AU: in which Tim is a Talon & RR without Tim & Mindfuckery & Titans on the Hunt | Gray Son must Die (in which babe wrote most of the thing) & Functionally Immortal & Brainwashed, Hurting, Dissociating, Angry, and Lost & the Assassin & the Talon | Refuge w/ Shiva & A Killer | Rebuilt & vs Fracture!Tim

Dr!Tim (DickTimJay; in which Tim is a trauma surgeon and DickJay are vigilantes)

Meta: on AO3 | Art in which I cry with joy | How it all Began (light NSFW) | Follow-Up

The Submissive & Safeword (HC) & Safewords Out & Sub-Drop | Not Safewording Ask | Annnd Consequences

London Bridge: is Falling & (Missing Scene) & Afterward w/ guest star, Tony Stark!

That whole thing at Arkham Dr!Tim and Arkham Riots: One & Two | Arkham Breakout | But, that's not all Dr!Tim and Fear

Tony Stark in Dr!Tim: The Surgeon, The Captain, and the Soldier (for 600 followers!) | SteveTonyBucky (for 700 followers!)

BatFam Prompts, Drabbles, & Thoughts

Interest (see also "DickTimJay: Destroyed")

SuperBats

Fic Recs: Funeral & Dr Oz by awkwardbluefish Calling It by reallyautomaticvoid

Damian

Headcanons: on Tim & Shiva | Characterization | as a Boyfriend and NSFW specifically w/ Jason and also with Dick

Dami and ...: Dick & Tim at the Arcade | Tim & Don't panic, but we accidentally got marries | Comfort | Robin's Redemption (for 400 followers!)

Fic Rec: DamiTim by hauntedlittledoll

DamiTim Nurse Tim! Robin!Dami WIP on Ao3 | Concept | Alph!Dami/Alph!Jon/Omega!Tim: The original ask| Tim & Dami

Night Sky

Jason

Jason Todd's mouth & Languages (HC) | Jason's Accent & its inspiration

v. the Pit and then I saw Counting Bodies like Sheep

Misc: Jason, the Outlaws, and the Joker | Crochet | RHatO #25!UA | Silence (tw warning: major character death) | Bottom Jason Todd Week: Daddy Kink, Rare pair Jay/Thomas Elli Heavy in your Arms: One & Two (Angst; Based off the song with the same title by Florence + the Machine)

Marvel

Misc

Miraculous Ladybug Play | The Way to His Heart

Check Please!Check Please WIP | WIP 2

Voltron: all because of satire-please Team Dynamics | Left Behind | Waking | You, Not the Lion

#masterlist #masterlist 3 #winter writes #we have some fics here

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hamilgodd · 7 months

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ProSenna child LewisAu! Pt. 1

Abu Dhabi is probably one of the most beautiful places he has visited and is undoubtedly the most painful memory he now has. Fireworks paint the dark sky with vibrant colors; reds, yellows and greens that flash and dance celebrating the victory of a man who has become a champion.

A world champion.

He is familiar with that emotion, with the celebration, the excitement, the flashes and the taste of warm champagne. He knows the weight of the trophy, the tiredness of his bones after the race, the way in which everything seems to disappear, as nothing really matters. Seven times he has been on the podium celebrating a new championship that bears his name; the eighth is not for him.

There are a thousand things he wants to say, to do. He wants to run, hide, scream; he feels how tears accumulate in his eyes but he doesn't let them run; the cameras still focus on him and he doesn't want to give them more material to be judged mercilessly.

It's what they always do.

It hurts, it burns; it's like a fire that doesn't know how to put out. It burns in his throat and he wants to let out a sob; he wants to seek the comfort of familiar arms that he knows are looking at him. He lowers his head too embarrassed; he has let everyone down.

His steps are trembling and he moves by inertia inside the paddock; his hands tremble and he throws the trophy they gave him aside without caring that the pieces were broken by the impact. It may have been days, hours or just seconds, but it feels like an eternity he is aware of that, of the hollow feeling, the dark shadow lurking.

He is alone in his motorhome.

He is alone.

The clock moves forward without stopping for a minute, and he can't take it anymore. This is how the German finds him.

"Oh my love" Nico whispers shattered to see Lewis like this, to his mind comes a memory that feels very distant but at the same time very close; an unpleasant one; a memory of when everything broke between them. "I'm already here, it's okay..."

It is a repetition, a dejavú that should never have took place; anger, disbelief and pain are mixed in his chest. He can't believe what's happening; not again.

They spend that night hugging each other in the hotel where they don't even know exactly how they arrived; the bed sinks under the weight of both of them and he says nothing when he feels his shirt wet from the tears finally shed.

He caresses the soft cheek, there are some wrinkles in the corner of his mouth; he is surprised how far everything he has come. He is in charge of driving away the nightmares that come to knock on the door; he guards his dream, he does not let anyone take away the tranquility he finds in the kingdom of Morpheus.

At least for those hours, the outside world can't touch him. At least for those hours, Lewis is safe.

Safe in his arms.

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The hotel restaurant is full, but the small private area that they arrange to book only has them. His hands play nervously with the cutlery and the edge of the tablecloth. His eyes do not move away from the door knowing that at any moment he will arrive.

"Mon solei... please calm down" Alain's voice always manages to reassure him, it is his beacon of light in the middle of the storm. The only one who can make his heart stop beating so fast in the face of the imminent encounter.

"Papá..." whispers Lewis as soon as he sees them when he enters, Ayrton doesn't wait a second longer. He got up in a hurry almost turning the chair where he was sitting; in a few seconds his arms had already surrounded his son.

He held it carefully, like when Lewis was still a little boy with his knees scratched. He began to whisper senseless sweets in Portuguese, in Spanish, in English. It didn't matter, the only thing he wanted was to find a way to stick those fallen pieces of his son's broken and lost heart.

"We are so proud of you" Alain joins the hug. "In our eyes, you are the best pilot and keep in mind that we are great references in children's sport" the three laugh and it is one of the most beautiful sounds that Ayrton has had the opportunity to hear in his life.

Their son has sadness engraved on his face, they can easily notice that. His hands tremble and he avoids looking at them, but it's okay; there's no problem with that. They both know well that he needs time, that he needs his family; that the fact that everything was so unfair is going to hurt and above all, they know that he is going to recover.

That he's going to come back like never before.

Stronger.

Faster.

Better.

The laughter and the familiar moment make them not notice the camera flash. That's why the next morning when the news comes out, it's a surprise to see the face of the three on the front page and the most accurate title but that also carries with it the most important secret they have.

Lewis Hamilton or Lewis Prost-Senna?

#lewis hamilton au #Lewis Prost-Senna Au #Lewis is the Prosenna child #lewis hamilton fic #formula 1 au #social media au #drabble #ayrton senna #lewis hamilton #alain prost #brocedes #prosenna

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notwiselybuttoowell · 6 months

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In the past two years Glasgow has become the first UK museum to repatriate objects to India. Newcastle and the Horniman in south London followed an example set by Aberdeen and Cambridge by returning looted Benin bronzes to Nigeria. Exeter handed sacred regalia to the Siksika Nation in Canada. Oxford returned the remains of 18 indigenous people to Australia.

Earlier this month Manchester completed a landmark return of 174 objects to the to the Anindilyakwa community, who live on an archipelago in the Gulf of Carpentaria, off the northern coast of Australia.

The scale of repatriation – or rematriation as it was proudly labelled by a Scottish national museum returning a totem pole to Canada – is unprecedented but missing from all this, campaigners say, are the nation’s London-based national museums who look increasingly isolated.

“Regional museums are so far ahead of national institutions,” said Lewis McNaught, who runs the not-for-profit Returning Heritage project.

“It has been led by Glasgow and it really just remains for national collections to wake up to the trend which is, actually, now global. The UK is really falling behind quite dramatically.”

Dan Hicks, a professor of contemporary archaeology at Oxford University as well as curator at the city’s Pitt Rivers Museum, said repatriation has become part of the “fake culture wars” with some on the right seeing it as “wokery”.

“What that means, sadly, for our national institutions is that they are being forced into a position of inertia and making themselves increasingly irrelevant with every week that goes by and every restitution that we see from the regions and elsewhere around the world.

“Everyone else is getting on with it.”

The big reasons for the two different narratives is that the London-based national museums are hamstrung by legislation.

The British Museum Act 1963 specifically forbids the museum from disposing of its holdings. The National Heritage Act of 1983 prevents trustees of institutions, including the V&A, Science Museum and others, from deaccessioning objects unless they are duplicates or beyond repair.

Regional museums, whether they are run by local authorities, universities or are regimental museums or private, don’t have the same issue.

But the picture is more complicated, said Hicks, and repatriation is also not a new issue or debate.

“There is a deep and long history to restitution in this country. Edinburgh university was returning human remains two generations ago, never mind one generation … there are scores if not hundreds of stories over the past 40 to 50 years.

“It should be part of what museums do. It’s a part of the job.”

Glasgow is seen as a leader in the repatriation conversation since an agreement in 1998 to return a Sioux warrior shirt acquired at the end of the 19th century from Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show.

The return of the Lakota Sacred Ghost Dance Shirt to the Wounded Knee Survivors’ Association established criteria that have been widely adopted in the museum sector.

Duncan Dornan, the head of museums and collections at Glasgow Life, said repatriation should be seen as a two way process and recalled the joy at the signing ceremony last year for the repatriation of artefacts to India.

“It was a very emotional event and Glaswegians of Indian heritage were very emotional. Their response was that they were very proud of their city.

“We see repatriation as establishing a relationship of equals and emphasising Glasgow as an outward-looking modern city.

“This is about a 21st-century relationship rather than a historic relationship.”

The recent Manchester Museum return of objects was seen as important because they were not giving back things that had been looted. They were everyday objects, including dolls made from shells, baskets and boomerangs.

“We believe this is the future of museums,” said Esme Ward, the director of Manchester Museum. “This is how we should be.”

Unesco hopes that Manchester will be a model for other museums to follow. Krista Pikkat, Unesco’s director for culture and emergencies, said: “It is a truly historic and moving moment. This is a case we have shared with our member states because we felt it was exemplary in many ways.”

The UK government has no plans to change the law that could then lead to movement in some of the most high-profile repatriation debates such as the Parthenon marbles and the Benin bronzes.

Campaigners say the UK is looking increasingly isolated and there is a growing movement for a change in the law.

Lord Vaizey, a former long-serving Conservative arts minister, has said the 1983 act “makes it almost impossible for UK museums to establish themselves as outward-looking, modern institutions fit for purpose in the 21st century”.

There are ways of getting around it. The V&A announced last year that it was returning the Head of Eros, a life-sized marble carving dating back to the 3rd century AD, to Turkey to be reattached to the famous Sidamara sarcophagus.

It made good a promise made by the British government in 1934 but the return is essentially a long-term loan, not an unconditional return.

Across the world, from the US to France to Germany and the Vatican, countries are repatriating objects. “Almost everywhere you look, items are being returned,” said McNaught.

In July, for example, the Netherlands repatriated nearly 500 looted objects to Sri Lanka and Indonesia.

The objects going to Sri Lanka include the famous and fabulous ruby-inlaid Cannon of Kandy dating from 1745, one of six objects from the Rijkmuseum that represented the very first return of colonial items from the museum’s collection.

The Vatican has also voiced willingness to return indigenous artefacts. “The seventh commandment comes to mind: If you steal something you have to give it back,” Pope Francis said in April.

The London-based national museums are undoubtedly hamstrung by law but that does not stop the regular calls for the return of objects.

Some cases are indisputable, say campaigners.

McNaught pointed to Ethiopian tabots that have been in the British Museum’s stores for more than 150 years.

The wood and stone tabots are altar tablets, considered by the Ethiopian Orthodox Church as the dwelling place of God on Earth and the representation of the Ark of the Covenant.

“They have never been exhibited and they never will,” said McNaught. “They have never been studied. They have never been photographed. The only people who can release these items are trustees and they can’t see them either.

“So if you are a trustee and you say, ‘Let me see what all the fuss is about,’ then you can’t.”

#excerpts #museums #repatriation

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nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 1 year

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The piercing whine that emanates from the rift gets the attention of just about everyone in Hisui, when it starts around sunset.

It’s followed by a gradual thump-thump-thump, like a heartbeat from the sky, growing louder and more rapid as time passes—and then the entire sky flashes with splinters, and shudders, and the rift cr-CRACKs like thin ice. Ripples of impossible colors echo out from it as it widens and shifts—

And then something long and metallic comes sailing out of it. Like a spear thrown by Sinnoh Itself, it soars beautifully over the Temple, before gravity works out what’s going on and it suddenly does a nosedive back towards the mountain. The initial meeting between it and the ground is accompanied by a horrible, ear-grating SHRIEK, as the stone and metal bitterly fight each other for supremacy, but its inertia is gaining strong now, and it simply leaves its sheared pieces behind. It ricochets its way down the steeper parts of the slope, and then enough of its underbelly has been lost that the tiny wheels speckling its sides can actually function, and then it starts picking up even more speed with a teeth-rattling ka-CHUNK-ka-CHUNK-ka-CHUNK, falling inevitably down towards the plaza and the ravine beyond.

In an act of divine mercy, it skips over the plaza without demolishing it. Its back segment gets lodged on a slight uphill before the ravine, and the front segment completes its weak arc and falls back towards the rock, CRASH-CLANGing into it. For a moment, it seems like it’ll come to rest there. The mountain is filled only with the sound of various sheets of metal screeching and wailing their way down to join the main body, while it pauses to contemplate its path so far.

Then, almost simultaneously, the front half dislodges from the first and completes its nosedive to the bottom of the ravine, and the back half explodes.

This, the train decides, has made its point.

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“Good. Go—just—one more.”

That’s the voice that greets Lewis as he inches his way cautiously towards the wreck. From this angle, so far, all he can see is gnarled metal jutting up and away from the crash site, the nose buried in the hard dirt and some segments slightly smoking. But that’s distinctly a human voice—and one that’s short and taut with pain, at that.

He’s hyperaware of the other half of the metal wreck, teetering on the cliff just above, but it didn’t seem like it was about to follow the front half down, and Ingo had had a point, earlier, that if it did come down, he was the least likely to get hurt from it. So he forges ahead.

Something dark blue and twisty—a Pokémon, he thinks—wriggles its way back up the side of the wreck and disappears back into it, just as it comes into view. Below that, sitting on the ground is a man wearing a coat that was probably clean and white, at one point, before the dirt and smoke and—is that blood—got to it. Other than that, the coat is… oddly familiar? His head is lolled forwards, and in his lap is a set of Pokéballs. But they’re nothing like the ones that Vivi uses—these seem distinctly unnatural in make, with flat whites and bright reds and the tiniest bits of metal controlling the mechanisms.

If Lewis is being honest, a part of him was fractionally hoping to see Kingsmen here, if only because that would have been very convenient. He’d find him having dragged himself out of the wreck of his hubristic destruction, and get to gloat a lot before picking him up and threading him on one of those spikes of metal. It’s a tantalizing vision. But this person is decidedly not Arthur.

“Hello?” he calls tentatively, and the stranger picks his head up, and okay, now he’s just confused. Because that can’t be Ingo, either—but for a moment, he was fooled. He adds, thoughtlessly, “…who are you?”

“…Emmet,” he says, and seems like he’d like to add more to that statement, but also like one-word answers are about as much as he can manage at the moment.

His breath is coming in tiny shallow gasps, punctured at irregular intervals by small hitches. One of his arms is joining the Pokéballs in his lap, too obscured by whitish fabric to get a clear view of, and the other one is pressed against the back of his neck which is definitely concerning. His legs are a haphazard jumble, and one of them looks like it’s twisted wrong.

Not that any of this is shocking, if he just crawled out of that wreck.

Emmet squints at him, and says hesitantly, “who… what…?" sounding just as puzzled as he feels—and it’s then that Lewis realizes he’s completely forgotten about his human guise. He pauses to count his blessings that this stranger didn’t freak out as soon as he saw him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says in a hurry, crouching down and trying to decide whether it’s worth it to put his face on.

He blinks, and then says, “Okay?” which adds another point to the confusing-Ingo-double column: that was more or less Ingo’s reaction the first time, too. Although significantly more lucid-seeming.

“I’m here to help,” he continues, “we need to…” and then he hesitates. What do they need to do? He’s not a warden; the extent of his experience is stumbling across lost travelers that are too frost-numbed to run away from him.

They can’t stay here, that’s for sure. It’s not safe, and it’s just going to get colder the more the sun sets. But he’s not exactly confident in his ability to move him without hurting him more, either. Maybe if he helps him walk…? He can’t just do nothing—he wavers, acutely aware that he’s wasting precious time.

Finally, he settles on, “We need to get to Warden Ingo.”

This does not provoke the reaction he’d been expecting—Emmet suddenly gets much more conscious, and starts, saying, “You know Ingo?” and stands upright—

—which proves to be too much, because as soon as he puts any weight on the broken leg, he topples over into the dirt again, this time actually unconscious.

Lewis is kneeling to make sure he isn’t dead, when there’s a flash of dark blue in the corner of his vision, and an angry Pokémon noise, and then he gets a Thunderbolt right to the face.

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Ingo picks his way slowly towards the upper half of the wrecked cars, watching carefully for any sign of a second explosion.

He’s not even sure why it exploded the first time, if he’s being honest. He feels like that shouldn’t have happened, like it’s somehow an inaccurate fiction and he should be vaguely offended. But then, from what he can see through the remains of the door that’s been ripped apart, the insides of this car are loaded down with twisting, smoking metal that looks to him like a recent addition, and that could have feasibly ignited and blown, maybe. Depending on what it is.

The metal car is draped over the rocks, accordian-folded up from the force required to halt its motion. The low sun illuminates the jagged edges of the metal in almost blinding shades of gold. If the lower car was steaming or coughing dust, this one is really smoking, a signal-flare plume rising up from the shredded door into the sky. There might be fire flickering inside, even—it’s a little too far away to tell.

There’s a Porygon flitting around the wreck, seeming not sure exactly what to do. Curious to see one just out and about, but he remembers Miss Vivian’s theory—that they’re native to the world beyond the rift, and venture through out of curiosity. Perhaps this one got caught up in the no-brakes crash and carried along?

His gaze wanders from the Porygon and down closer to the cliffside, and suddenly he’s moving much more quickly.

It—isn’t a dead body. It’s moving. It’s—a young man? With a shock of fluffy, almost spiky hair that’s only a shade darker than the Guild merchant’s. He cannot be Hisuian, from his clothes, which are neon colors to match his hair. And, more alarmingly, there are several spikes of shrapnel jutting out of his back and shoulder.

He pushes himself up on one hand, and gets his knees under him into a sitting position, and just as Ingo is closing the distance, he notices his approach. He blinks and raises one hand to wave, an action which makes him sway slightly.

“Hey, boss. I- I didn’t mean to do th-that,” he says, pointing at the wreck, as if that were anywhere near the top of Ingo’s list of questions.

And clearly suggests he’s not fully recovered from the explosion, so Ingo decides to go with simple and direct. “You’re injured. Can you stand-?”

“It’s j-just, I didn’t think we’d come out vertical," he continues, as if Ingo hadn’t tried to speak at all."Which, in hindsight, that’s st-stupid, but it was just, the entrance was made on the- on the ground and I assumed th-that would conserve, but no, it snapped to the extant portal and- and- oh, fuck, that could have been so much worse, if it didn’t s-snap-“ he runs a hand through his hair, wild eyes suddenly darting towards the sky. “-but, anyway, my point is, I was too f-focused on the, the initial breach, and the s-second one was supposed to be easy, but the rift was in the fucking sky and. And, I didn’t mean to. To wreck it. It was s-s-supposed to go way better.” The last part is said with surprising fervor, like it’s very important to him that he understand it.

He’s also turned to face Ingo more fully as he talked, revealing his other shoulder to him, and between the white fabric soaked through with blood and the fact that the sleeve is empty–

Ingo smothers a gasp, because that isn’t helpful at the moment. Instead he kneels, and says very seriously, “your arm-”

But he only looks down, almost indifferent. “Oh, that? Th-that’s old news. Happened ages ago. Don’t worry about it.” He waves a hand through the empty space, as if to emphasize it. “Uh, appreciate the concern, th-th-though. Look, don’t worry, I’m only a- a li- little bit st-stabbed. Barely even hurts.” He shrugs, and then winces.

“That is in no way less worrying.” Ingo shakes his head, trying to re-right his own train of thought. “We are conducting you to a safe station for maintenance immediately. This is not negotiable.”

“Ugh, f-f-fine, don’t say th-thanks or anything. Can I at least- gloat a little bit f-first, though?”

“You can walk and gloat at the same time,” Ingo decides to say, instead of attempting to make sense of any of the many absurd things he’s said so far. Is this how the other wardens feel talking to him? He reaches down and offers a hand, and carefully lifts him up. For the big game he talked about being only a little bit stabbed, he still has to take a lot of his weight.

As they start stumbling away from the wreck—the Porygon chirps and flickers after them—the stranger starts to laugh. Unsteady, with his head dropped towards the ground, but slowly building, until finally he chokes out, “I’m so fucking good at my job.”

“Language,” Ingo says automatically, and then, deciding it would be better to make sure he stays talking and therefore conscious, adds, “I’m gathering that you… somehow caused… that wreck?”

“Fuck yeah I did!” He laughs again. “I punched a hole in sp-space! And time! Couldn’t’a picked a better fuck-you to those assholes if I tr-tried! I made it! I win!” He whoops triumphantly, except he runs out of air halfway through and it trails off. After a few shaky breaths to recover, he continues, “Can’t- can’t believe I’m here. I mean, s-s-seriously. Kingsmen name, every s-s-single journal, soon as we get back–“

Ingo’s steps falter, and it takes a very conscious effort not to stop entirely.

“Is that…” he asks hesitantly, “your name? Kingsmen?”

His head raises to squint at him. “Uh, yeah? Arthur.”

Now Ingo actually does stop, and stare at him. His thoughts are stalled, filled with the ranting memories of a Zoroark with an exceptionally focused hatred, and a gentle nature that entirely belied it, and a thousand vitriolic stories of the man who sentenced him to a bloody death…

Arthur Kingsmen, murderer of Lewis Pepper, apparent breaker of Sinnoh’s sacred space, blinks fuzzily at him.

“Uh, sh-shouldn’t you know that, boss?”

#mystery skulls animated #pokemon legends arceus #msaxpla #the nemesis speaks #swift writes #aaa i feel weird maintagging this but fuck it #i think i will also post this. to ao3. because it is late and im having a mid week and i want to do something fun

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yeahcurrahhe-e · 11 months

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖

〚 𝐋.𝐍𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 〛

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➛ mentions of alcohol, language

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 two days since Easy had been removed from the frontline, and D-Day weeks in a muddled past of crimson, screams, and bullets. Y/N still wasted any obtainable moment of the night scrubbing at her hands, which were pristine in a pale veneer but throbbed with concealed tragedies. A brush on the concave porcelain of the sink was seedy in its bristles and oak handle cracking subtly, her own skin springing with similar blemishes. Her hands would ache long into the morning, prickle with soreness when scouring over reports and writing them, throb with irks when she clasped her metal cup of morning coffee.

Yet, it seemed to subdue the gnawing of her chest, something resembling inflammation in the linings of the cavity. If grief — guilt — could have done such injury. She would’ve gambled with alcohol like a few other war-ravaged soldiers had, but elected for the sober approach of submerging herself in tides of reports. The last thing her exhausted body needed was a dependency on alcohol, a lifeline being a metal flask in her rear pocket. Alcohol was no vice, no forbidden outlet, but she beared witness to such a dependency in her fellow officer, Lewis Nixon, and picked out the gradual cracks shattering his conscious.

He’d typically stumble about to her quarters, trailing in step the lantern light beckoning his debauched attention. He’d collapse on the ramshackle twin bed in the far corner, rumbling about whatever matter swirled into his rampant stupor whilst she penned at her stack of reports. She’d primarily disregard his dreary mumbles until he’d stagger to her desk, beaming giddily in the spill of lantern light and bolstering himself with his hands on the structure’s edge. He’d beg away her attention from the chicken scratches of her reports, something alike to a keen child, and wouldn’t relent until her pen was absent from her hand. Lewis Nixon wasn’t a marauder for attention, yet stirred with fever when it was her undivided attention that he received. The alcohol in his nerves would bitter quickly, however, when some billow of practicality reminded him that he was married and that the woman before him could never be his.

And she eventually decided, hardly accepted, the same fate when she’d relented to his companionship, his throbbing eyes of desire and inertia in the lantern light. But, that’s all she could have of him, a giddy man that would make her companion on those nights where ghosts of soldiers past would extend from beyond the afterlife to seize her. He would never be hers — even if the ring on his finger was absent a majority of the time she’d be in his presence, day or night. His marriage wasn’t any of her business, no matter the desire to question prickling in her chest in the moments he was skewed by alcohol’s seduction.

Nevertheless, she was still bewildered, nearly amused, when the man asked her for a date on one of those tonic evenings he basked in her attention. She was certain that the words were the rumblings of the alcohol swirling in his chest, yet the sincerity in his illuminated dark eyes had an anchor settling in her own chest. She was not about to toss herself into a relationship with a married man, for the sake of her morality and her position in the Airborne. The second shock of the night was just as abrupt and nonchalant as the first as he yanked out a rumpled sheet of parchment from his jacket; the pristine cursive words of his wife declaring a divorce and arranging out all the assets she’d be acquiring in his absence in Europe. His vexation was pushed through the grousings of the dog she’d be taking — a dog that was essentially his — and how she had no edge of affection towards the animal.

Y/N was seldom stunned into silence — being subdued in talk was no way to maneuver the Airborne as a female — yet Lewis Nixon had a tendency to pull out an oddball behavior from her, and she bit her tongue the entirety of his furious ramble. Bitter ice pummeled in an avalanche through her veins when he leveled his face with her own, impossibly close, breaths interlacing in the few meters of openness. He inquired in a whisper once more for her to go on a date with him, an almost apprehensive pinch in his face that had seeped of fury in a matter of seconds before.

A buried misery in her core beckoned irrelevance to his words — that it was purely the alcohol disintegrating the beauty of his words. Yet, a ‘yes’ spilled from her agape mouth before the hostile flood could dispel in her nerves entirely. And, honest to God, she had never saw Lewis Nixon beam so broadly as he did in the half-light of the lantern that night.

Now Y/N was a fidgety truss of nerves as she sat pinched in a corner booth of the local pub; all the reasons not to do this had come in a barrage in her mind, the chemicals of her nerves alight with alarm, her instinct to flee projecting in her perturbed glance to the doors. A soft panic blistered in her stomach as she tinkered with the cuffs of her jacket compulsively; if she breathed slowly, she could allow for the thoughts to not spew into the ether of her conscious, to spur into a vortex of stupidity.

Anxiously, she delved her fingernails into the crevices of her cuticles as the glut of talk in the pub deluged her ears, her eyes pointedly on the glass entrance of the pub. The watch fastened on her subtly quivering wrist declared the time as 7:30 — he should be here in a mere few minutes. She nearly cussed herself out for the nerves that shackled her insides — she was a lieutenant, for fuck’s sakes, and the thing she was dooming herself with was a man. A man she had proved superior skills over.

The glass door rattled amidst the chaotic din of slurs and laughs, her eyes tracing the entrance of Lewis Nixon, adorned in his tailored and pristinely pressed olive uniform. The skin beneath her own uniform blanched and goose flesh puddled over the ivory canvas of her skin. He halted at the counter of the bar, tapping the sheen of its oak surface, an exchange of words between the bartender and himself as he peered over his shoulder at her, leering at the corner of his mouth. This damn man had her mesmerized.

The bartender weighted a tray into Nixon’s anticipatory hands, two pints of effervescent beer subtly spattering about its glass confines as he walked over to the booth.

“Good evening, m’lady,” he beamed in a full expanse of pearly ivory teeth and ample lips, easing the tray at the center of the table, “Now I know you don’t drink — I think Dick is rubbing off on you — but I think war is a first time for a lot of things.”

Y/N propelled her hands from their trembling iron clasp beneath the table, plucking a crisp glass from the tray begrudgingly — alcohol wasn’t a vice she desired to wager with, yet anything that would subdue the nerves entangling her insides would be an appreciated miracle.

“Sure is,” she murmured in agreement, chasing away the nervous blisters in her throat with a sting of alcohol.

He sunk into the leather cushion with an instinctive hand seizing his own glass, sipping with a smirk on the horizon of the cup’s edge, the shrewd eyes of an intelligence officer regarding her, “You’re nervous, ha! Who would’ve thought…I make Y/N Y/L/N nervous.”

“In your wildest dreams, Nix,” she hastily asserted to downplay the uncomfortable reality of his observation, “If that blush on your cheeks says anything, it’s that I make you nervous. Now, that’s something I’m certain the company would enjoy hearing—”

“It’s stuffy and hot in here!” He proclaimed with an exaggerated gesture to the torrent of soldiers and townsfolk alike, then pointing a finger to her, “And your face is just as red, doll.”

Y/N stilted an eye roll through the veil of the inflaming crimson on the apple of her cheeks, “I snatched some blush from the family’s daughter I’m housing with.”

“And lipstick, I see,” Lewis denoted the burgundy of her lips, tipping his glass towards them, the glass veneer subduing the unspoken adoration within his eyes. He shouldered it away with a hasty sip of his drink, “Haven’t seen you all dolled up since you came strolling in, as sure as anything, the first day of officer school.”

The day the pair had met.

“I much prefer grime, sweat….war paint,” she simpered slyly, a bleared memory of the two encountering each other on a dark forested path in Normandy after a rushed jump into the wrong drop zone, forever in the rear of her head.

“And yet you still manage to be beautiful,” he muttered, narrowly penetrating the obstruction of noise throttling them, but her keen hearing had it echoing through her ears and ice bounding any rationale in her head. For a fleeting second, he peered at her, as if his own mind was rattling with perplexion at just how that was possible — for beauty to prevail in the crimson tragedy of war.

“Are you always this forward with every girl you take on a date, Nix?” Y/N shouldered away her momentary halt in sense and any ember of humiliation.

“No…not every one of them is someone I’ve liked for awhile,” he nonchalantly retorted, thrumming his fingers on the concave of his glass and she nearly gagged on the swig of alcohol in her throat, a nip bobbing in her esophagus.

She cleared her throat, irritation presenting subtle creases of water in her eyes, and chuckling through a cough, “And just how long has that been?”

Lewis quirked the corner of his mouth in a familiar smirk, straying his eyes from the swaying lurch of frothy beer in his glass, “Probably since that a month into officer school….that afternoon class we had in rifle practice, remember? And you fucking got every shot into the target, right in the center. I think every guy there shit himself.”

Y/N nodded fondly; the same men still were apprehensive of her, the five foot exact, petite, trigger-happy female Paratrooper. But it wasn’t a showcase for proving herself as a woman, but as a soldier, just like any man. It never crossed her mind that any man that day left with feelings outside of distaste and humiliation. And, yet, Lewis Nixon was here, defying her thoughts once more.

“Well, I think it was a week after that when you told a few men who were harassing me that ‘she could shove a gun up your ass and have you whimpering for your ma’s’. I don’t seek out any defense of my honor but, I guess, it was just reassuring to know that someone had my back. Besides, you aren’t too hard on the eyes, Lewis Nixon,” she asserted, peering pointedly into the concave bottom of her glass, realizing its sudden emptiness and the liquid courage in her chest.

“Well, it was better than just straight out punching their faces in,” he chuckled, retrieving a carton of Lucky Strikes from the lappet of his jacket and his metal lighter, engraved from a tactical knife with L.N. He struck a kindling on the rear of the toxic stick, pendant at the corner of his mouth as he proceeded, “But, I thought you’d better appreciate the honor of doing so yourself.”

Her lips curled into the most seraphic smile he had seen, despite her distaste for the wrinkled noxious stick and its slow creeping stench. He remembers the way she nudged his shoulder whenever they’d be running Currahee, and the exhaustion slipped him and his robust facade up, how she’d flick away the cigarette lurching about on his lips, rambling on about her fret over breathing issues and other health complications such a leisure could bring. Such wandering words always seized his supposedly stagnant heart.

“I just didn’t think we could afford to have any injured men,” she shrugged with a subtle rise of her shoulders; whilst her male peers elected to physically discipline Easy’s sporadic lapse of maturity, she was far more intimidating with her reprimands than any slap upon the cheek could be.

“Yeah, yeah,” he shook his head, inhaling a hefty drag from the smoldering cigarette, then tapping away haphazard ashes into the adjacent ashtray, “Perhaps you should have drinks more often if they make you this talkative — shit, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you be so open about anything resembling feelings.”

Lightly, she shoved his shoulder whilst they buzzed with giddy chuckles in their chests, descending into the reality of their abruptly close proximity and bracing into reluctance. Forebode imploded down her body with impressive debris yet she rooted herself rather than wrenching away into comfortable territory.

“I guess I just found the right person to tell them to,” Y/N muttered scarcely, his eyes were blazing with life as they managed a stable lock with her own.

She moved forward to place his lips on his, a gradual, dubious movement still gratifying despite the chapped state of their lips. Her subconscious yearned to memorize every inch of his warm lips, how his hands were situated on her, and the intoxicating desire that was unspoken. The pressure of his own were laid upon her abuzz lips, and she absentmindedly settled aside her empty glass to cup his cheek.

"Yeah, no kidding," he grinned back at her once they parted with a mixture of a pant and a chuckle, his eyes sparkling with mischief and an almost melodic laugh cascading from his mouth, setting her heart a flutter. There he was, beaming down at her like she was the source of his content and life.

“Smartass,” she merely murmured in return, observing softly as, in that fragmented burst of time, his expression acquired a quality both warm and admiring.

And then they smiled to themselves in that cigarette smoke hazy and alcohol stenched English pub.

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Project Mercury: AWT Gimbaling Rig Showing Motion

(December 16, 1959)

This device is formally known as the MASTIF or Multiple Axis Space Test Inertia Facility and is located in the Altitude Wind Tunnel. It was built at the Lewis Research Center, now John H. Glenn Research Center, and designed to train astronauts to regain control of a tumbling spacecraft.

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Radio NET Bulgaria (November 18, 2022)

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Marc Antoine) 10:13 JODY MAYFIELD - Epiphany 10:09 AL DEGREGORIS - East 86th 10:04 ROB TARDIK - Bounce 10:00 QUINTIN GERARD W. - Times Like These 09:59 JOY RIDE - Swingset 09:55 VANN BURCHFIELD - That's the Way Love Goes 09:52 WALTER BEASLEY - Be Thankful 09:48 SLIM MAN - Jingle Bells 09:44 DAVID BENOIT - The Bones 09:39 WARREN HILL - Under the Covers 09:33 JOYCE COOLING - East Side 09:30 WILL SUMNER - Where We Go 09:26 DIRK K - Change Is Gonna Come 09:21 DAVID GARFIELD - The Christmas Song 09:16 BRAD ALEXANDER - Lovely Day 09:12 KIM WATERS - Possession 09:09 PETER WHITE - By Candlelight 09:04 EUGE GROOVE - Welcome To The Journey 09:00 BRIAN SIMPSON - What I'm Waiting For 08:59 PAOLO RUSTICHELLI - Superpassion 08:55 PATRICK YANDALL - Just Pray 08:51 THREESTYLE - Come 2 Me (feat. Magdalena Chovancova, Robert Fertl & Tim Owens) 08:46 MICHAEL BROENING - Hot Chocolate 08:42 KIM SCOTT - Best Part 08:38 JEFF KASHIWA - Voices 08:33 ANDRE CAVOR - Say Somethin' 08:29 ZOLBERT - Ocean Breeze 08:25 TONY SAUNDERS - And the Beat Goes On 08:21 APPLETON - Christmas Song 08:17 R.L. WALKER - Memories Kept 08:13 RAGAN WHITESIDE - So Glad 08:09 WAYMAN TISDALE - I'll Do the Driving (feat. Brian Simpson) 08:04 ANDY SNITZER - A Few Wild Nights 08:00 ROBERTO RESTUCCIA - Liquorice Pizza 07:57 PHIL DENNY - Black Brim 07:53 TERENCE YOUNG - Make Me Say It Again 07:49 JACKIEM JOYNER - Where's The Love Gone 07:45 MIKE MACARTHUR - This Christmas 07:41 RICK BRAUN - Me And You 07:37 ROBERT CHRISTA - Mother Earth 07:33 MARCUS ANDERSON - He Lives 07:29 PATRICK BRADLEY - Lighthouse (feat. Allen Hinds) 07:25 DREW DAVIDSEN - I'm Into You (feat. Ron Tyson) 07:21 LEE RITENOUR - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 07:17 JACOB WEBB - Brazilian Moments 07:13 JOEL THIBAULT - Miss Foly 07:09 PETER WHITE - The Look Of Love 07:04 EUGE GROOVE - Forever And A Day 07:00 CHRISTOPHE GOZE - Lazy Sunday 06:58 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - Bay Breeze 06:53 BLAKE AARON - Bumpin' on the Wes Side 06:48 MARCUS ADAMS - Alone for Christmas 06:44 DARRON COOKIE - Another Day at Work 06:39 JEFF RYAN - Edge of Tomorrow 06:35 RONNY SMITH - Groove 106 06:30 JAZZ FUNK SOUL - Fish Grease 06:27 MARIEA ANTOINETTE - So Amazing 06:23 LYNNE FIDDMONT - Spirit of Christmas 06:18 MEZZOFORTE - Quarter Latin 06:13 CINDY BRADLEY - I'm All Ears 06:09 NELSON RANGELL - The Gathering 06:04 GREGG KARUKAS - You'll Know it's Me 06:00 MARK JAIMES - Miel's Song 05:57 CHRIS STANDRING - All In Good Time 05:54 JIM ADKINS - Wind Dancing 05:49 GREG MANNING - Cruising' down the Road 05:46 PAUL EERHART - Making Room 05:41 DANIEL DOMENGE - Cool 05:37 BRIAN BROMBERG - Lazy Afternoon 05:33 NAJEE - Happiness (A Felicidade) 05:29 ALEXANDER ZONJIC - Living in the Past 05:25 DEE BROWN - I Will 05:22 ROBERTO TOLA - A Christmas Ago 05:18 RICHARD ELLIOT - Sticky Wicked 05:13 REZA KHAN - The Way 05:09 PETER WHITE - Bright 05:03 EUGE GROOVE - Fellowship Hall 05:00 DEON YATES - Step By Step 04:57 RHYTHM LOGIC - Logically Speaking 04:53 BLAIR BRYANT - Relentless 04:49 JONATHAN FRITZEN - A Funky Night 04:45 JAMES 'PJ' SPRAGGINS - Hark the Herald Angels Sing 04:42 496 WEST - Cflat 04:39 LEO P. - Timeless Love 04:34 RYAN LA VALETTE - Room For 2 04:29 THE SAX PACK - All At Once 04:25 KAYLA WATERS - Sunkissed 04:22 MARIEA ANTOINETTE - My Favorite Things 04:18 JOEL DEL ROSARIO - Delicious Vinyl 04:13 DEE LUCAS - Take The L 04:09 KEN NAVARRO - Out Of The Blue 04:04 RAINFOREST BAND - Annisa 04:00 STEVE OLIVER - She's Got The Way 03:58 NILS - Finally Here 03:55 STEPHEN ROTHHAAR - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 03:51 NORMAN BROWN - Amen 03:47 ART RUPRECHT - City on a Hill 03:44 DOUG CAMERON - Feliz Navidad 03:39 3RD FORCE - Out Of The Storm 03:35 AL GOMEZ - Groovesville 03:31 ROD TATE - Dinner and a Movie 03:26 NICHOLAS COLE - Feelings 03:22 KOOL&KLEAN - Feel Again 03:19 SHELEA - Don't Wanna Wait 'til Christmas 03:14 JAY KING - Soulful Bossa Nova 03:10 BE'NE MUSIC - Journey 03:08 PETER WHITE - My Cherie Amour 03:03 EUGE GROOVE - Cafe Del Soul 03:00 AMANDUS - Sing a Song 02:55 ROBERT HARRIS - Keys to My Heart 02:52 ADRIAN CRUTCHFIELD - Mr. Right 02:47 LISA MCCLOWRY - Brand New Hallelujah 02:41 DARREN MOTAMEDY - Love You Just so Much 02:37 BRANDON WILLIS - Melrose St 02:33 LARRY CARLTON, PAUL BROWN - Soul Searchin' 02:28 CHIELI MINUCCI - Anything and Everything 02:24 GEORGE JINDA - Lavish 02:21 FRANCESCO DIGILIO - O Little Town of Bethlehem 02:15 KEITH MASON - Arisen 02:11 NICK COLIONNE - Spend the Night (extended vocals) 02:08 PAUL HARDCASTLE - Rythmn Of Life 02:04 KENNY PORE - The Road Chosen 02:00 VINCENT INGALA - Dream Girl 01:58 WAKANA - Saxcess Story (feat. 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Why tf do you have Micah's kid?

Richard came with me before he came with Lewis and he threw up…So I brought him in to get checked out out of inertia, he already has medicine for his illness

#ask

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gospellightsociety · 4 years

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C. S. LEWIS DAILY: DECEMBER 30 On silence We may find a violence in some of the traditional imagery which tends to obscure the changelessness of God, the peace, which nearly all who approach Him have reported—the “still, small voice.” And it is here, I think, that the pre-Christian imagery is least suggestive.

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baubeautyandthegeek · 2 years

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Promise Not To Cry (Promise To Make It Better) - Olivia Benson/Amanda Rollins

Warnings: Mentions bruising/harm done to Liv. Smut. Rating: 18+ Summary: Amanda makes Olivia better, even when all she does is make love to her. Set post the Lewis Arc. Written for @sweetprentiss ‘s Spring Has Sprung Celebration Bingo.

“Are you sure?” Amanda’s said the same thing at least ten times since she came home with Olivia. She knows, deep down, she shouldn’t push her chances, shouldn’t ask too many times, she just doesn’t want to hurt Olivia. Olivia had sighed at first, now there’s a dangerous glitter to her eyes when she speaks, her voice lower and huskier than usual. “Amanda… Don’t try to fix me, I’m not broken… just come to bed.” Amanda hesitates, then sighs and agrees. Olivia rarely just tells her to come to bed, usually there’s far more to it. Flirtation, teasing, all sorts of things. Olivia is stripping as she walks and Amanda bites her lip, hard. She aches to ask if Olivia’s really okay but she knows, she knows, she has to keep her mouth shut and just follow what Olivia wants. Amanda undresses much more slowly, letting Olivia see most of her undressing, only leaving shoes, socks and a belt behind them on the way to the bedroom, the rest she piles, somewhat tidily, at the side of the bed, shifting to stand right in front of Olivia when all she has left is her panties. “Take them…” Olivia smiles at the authority in her voice, doing as Amanda says, her breath hitching when Amanda shifts her back onto the bed, moving over her slowly, so slowly. She’s not rushing anything, content, for now, just to look. It's Olivia who breaks the inertia, leaning up to pull Amanda’s head down, threading her fingers into blonde hair and pulling Amanda down, kissing her roughly, achingly. She needs, craves, Amanda. Craves feeling like herself. Amanda shifts to cup and caress Olivia’s chest, slow, so slow, so gently sure, that Olivia arches and finally, finally starts to feel safer. Amanda’s hands are light on Olivia’s legs, pushing her legs open, moving to tease Olivia’s clit until she arches, almost whining at the touch. She’s wanted this since she came home, wanted to feel real and safe and wanted. “Oh… god. Amanda…” “Shhh.” Amanda’s almost smirking, dipping to kiss Olivia, her fingers firm and sure when she pushes in, driving Olivia a little more crazy with each slow push and change of pace. Olivia bucks and whines again and Amanda groans at the feeling of Olivia tensing around her until she shakes undone. “That’s it Liv… just like that…” She doesn’t really expect Olivia to turn the tables, letting out a soft mewl of surprise when Olivia’s body presses against hers, a knee pressed firmly between her legs even as Olivia palms and teases her chest, dragging a raw moan from Amanda. “Liv…” The use of her name gets a smile that makes Amanda’s heart skip several beats, the way Olivia shifts enough to make Amanda whine, there’s no strap this time, just Liv, Liv’s hands at her legs, spreading her open, Liv’s hips pressing their bodies together, Liv’s breath in her ear, the pace demanding, begging Amanda to give herself. Amanda moves then to push hair from Liv’s face, thumb soft at her cheek when Liv moves to catch her lips, her body arching hard into Liv’s when she finally lets herself go, Liv’s smirk clear even as she settles, head tucked against Amanda’s chest, listening to the reassuring thrum of Amanda’s heartbeat. “Thank you.” “For what?” Amanda asks the words softly. “For wanting me.”

#olivia benson #amanda rollins #olivia/amanda #rollivia #law and order svu #iv's spring writing challenge 2022

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spacetimewithstuartgary · 2 years

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Planetary scientists discover brief presence of water in Arabia Terra on Mars As part of a team of collaborators from Northern Arizona University and Johns Hopkins University, NAU PhD candidate Ari Koeppel recently discovered that water was once present in a region of Mars called Arabia Terra. Arabia Terra is in the northern latitudes of Mars. Named in 1879 by Italian astronomer Giovanni Schiaparelli, this ancient land covers an area slightly larger than the European continent. Arabia Terra contains craters, volcanic calderas, canyons and beautiful bands of rock reminiscent of sedimentary rock layers in the Painted Desert or the Badlands. These layers of rock and how they formed was the research focus for Koeppel along with his advisor, associate professor Christopher Edwards of NAU’s Department of Astronomy and Planetary Science along with Andrew Annex, Kevin Lewis and undergraduate student Gabriel Carrillo of Johns Hopkins University. Their study, titled “A fragile record of fleeting water on Mars,” was funded by the NASA Mars Data Analysis Program and recently published in the journal Geology. “We were specifically interested in using rocks on the surface of Mars to get a better understanding of past environments three to four billion years ago and whether there could have been climatic conditions that were suitable for life on the surface,” Koeppel said. “We were interested in whether there was stable water, how long there could have been stable water, what the atmosphere might have been like and what the temperature on the surface might have been like.” In order to get a better understanding of what happened to create the rock layers, the scientists focused on thermal inertia, which defines the ability of a material to change temperature. Sand, with small and loose particles, gains and loses heat quickly, while a solid boulder will remain warm long after dark. By looking at surface temperatures, they were able to determine the physical properties of rocks in their study area. They could tell if a material was loose and eroding away when it otherwise looked like it was solid. “No one had done an in-depth thermal inertia investigation of these really interesting deposits that cover a large portion of the surface of Mars,” Edwards said. To complete the study, Koeppel used remote sensing instruments on orbiting satellites. “Just like geologists on Earth, we look at rocks to try to tell stories about past environments,” Koeppel said. “On Mars, we're a little bit more limited. We can't just go to a rock outcrop and collect samples—we're pretty reliant on satellite data. So, there are a handful of satellites orbiting Mars, and each satellite hosts a collection of instruments. Each instrument plays its own role in helping us describe the rocks that are on the surface.” Through a series of investigations using this remotely gathered data, they looked at thermal inertia, plus evidence of erosion, the condition of the craters and what minerals were present. “We figured out these deposits are much less cohesive than everyone previously thought they were, indicating that this setting could only have had water for only a brief period of time,” said Koeppel. “For some people, that kind of sucks the air out of the story because we often think that having more water for more time means there's a greater chance of life having been there at one point. But for us, it's actually really interesting because it brings up a whole set of new questions. What are the conditions that could have allowed there to be water there for a brief amount of time? Could there have been glaciers that melted quickly with outbursts of huge floods? Could there have been a groundwater system that percolated up out of the ground for only a brief period of time only to sink back down?” Koeppel started his college career in engineering and physics but switched to studying the geological sciences while earning his master’s degree at The City College of New York. He came to NAU to work with Edwards and immerse himself in the thriving planetary science community of Flagstaff. “I got into planetary science because of my excitement for exploring worlds beyond Earth. The universe is astoundingly big, even Mars is just the tip of the iceberg,” Koeppel said. “But we've been studying Mars for a few decades now, and at this point, we have a huge accumulation of data. We're beginning to study it at levels that are comparable to ways we've been able to study Earth, and it's a really exciting time for Mars science.”

#space #science #Astronomy #physics #news #Mars

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spiders-hth-is-an-outlier · 3 years

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Honestly the Supernatural ending was fucked all along, because to have a strong ending, a work has to resolve whatever tensions and questions it set up in the opening – not necessarily in an uncomplicated way, but it has to offer a kind of answer to the fundamental story questions.

The premise set up in The Woman in White is: Sam has a good life, Sam is an up-and-coming guy on his way to happiness and success, but Sam's father is not doing well; Sam is angry at his father, who he remembers as, at best, a habitual drunkard who kept Sam's life in chaos and then disowned him. So question number one is, given that Sam is better and happier now that he's no longer entangled with his father, should he revisit any of that? Does he continue to owe his father anything, should he help look for him, should he even care at all that his father might be in trouble? That feels like a clear no, not really, let John solve his own problems – until Jessica dies in the same way Mary did, and that introduces a twist. Has Sam actually misunderstood who his father was? Does John know, has John all along known something that Sam needs to know about his own past, that he can't live his happy life until he understands? The search for John is now about not just “does Sam owe his family anything?” – it's about “does Sam need his family?” And there's a plot resonance, but also a thematic resonance there: do you need your family? Even if your family's pretty fucked up? Does going back to your unhappy childhood serve some necessary function on your road to a successful adulthood? Can you pretend forever that you don't come from the fucked-up place you come from, or do you actually have to go back and understand the truth about who your parents were because the past is never just the past?

So the early seasons are largely about answering that question, through the vehicles of Sam, who would prefer not to admit that his fucked-up past can't really be run away from, and Dean, who would prefer not to admit that there was anything fucked-up about his past at all. Both of them learn and change: Sam begins to understand where he really comes from and why he can't separate himself from the forces that made him, and Dean begins to understand that yeah, actually, he should separate himself a lot more from the forces that made him, that it's foolish to hold up his father as some kind of infallible god, because even God isn't that. All the stories that spin out in the early seasons about Earth as the cosmic battleground for the family strife between Michael and Lucifer are linked to the pilot by that question: is there any escaping the reach of your family and its history? And the show decides, yeah, we have free will, we shouldn't just lie down and die because that's our inheritance. We should change the script. We can be better than our parents were. Better than we were ordered or prophesied to be. And the clear mechanism for all of this is love: Sam falls to Lucifer's influence when he's rejected again (Dean following in John's footsteps), but Sam is able to shake off that demonic control long enough to thwart Lucifer because Dean loves him and accepts him and remains with him when it looks like it's too late to save him (the thing John never did, couldn't do). Dean changes the script by being more able to love Sam unconditionally than John could, and the basic question of the premise is answered: you do have to go back to your family – not to accept or replicate their mistakes, but to do better, to love them better this time. You have to heal from the root. As a viewer, you can accept or reject this resolution; I personally like it, but I'm from that same cultural background, I have a family history that vibes with the things the show is discussing, I'm primed to like and agree with the conclusion. Maybe you're not, and that's okay! The point is, it is a conclusion to something. The show asked questions and then provided answers.

The problem is...the show answered its own questions in 5 seasons, and in such a way that the naturally satisfying conclusion was – literally anything else except more hunting. You can't say the Big Answer is loving and forgiving your family in spite of their flaws, and then also say that what you want to do with your life is The Family Business just as your father practiced it. Once you say that the prescription is to heal at the root, something should change. And it doesn't, really, because the show can't change. It has a formula. It's about hunting. Dean can't give up violence and become a family man, even though that's been clearly established as something he'd be better and happier doing. Sam can't pursue any dreams that weren't the dreams his father had for him, even though that's been clearly established as the thing he's been willing to fight for all along. So if the show isn't going to be over, they both have to actively choose to go against their own self-interest. And season 6 is pretty clever, actually – soulless!Sam is a device that does get them back on the road in a way that makes sense; we know why Sam isn't doing what's right for Sam, and we know that Dean can be convinced to do what's wrong for him in order to save Sam. It tracks. But it can't last, and what takes over pretty soon from there is...inertia, basically. They keep doing this because this is what they do. It doesn't really make them happy. It just feels necessary, because Hunters is what they are; no Hunters retire, in the whole show. They are never allowed. It is not done. They may lapse into more of a part-time gig, but nobody actually leaves the business, because it would be – bad. People would die, we guess? A hero never would, we guess? It's not terribly clear, but the general sense is that it just has to happen this way because this is their story now. This is who they are.

And that's the opposite of what the initial story was about. Now the story about using your free will to transform and redeem the dysfunctions you inherited is a story about two guys just working in the family business while they die inside of loneliness and PTSD. There's no story question in the later seasons; there's just stimulus and response. Oops, Leviathans. Oops, Mark of Cain. Oops, Amara. Oops, Lucifer and Lucifer and more Lucifer. Oops, Michael again. We better deal with that, I guess. Some of the storylines are okay in later seasons; some individual episodes are fantastic. But the whole thing is mired in the fact that there can't be forward momentum in the story because there are opponents and antagonists galore, but there's no internal engine to the story, no fundamental problem to conquer or question to resolve. From outside the story, we can sit here and say, Hey, it's a problem for me that these dudes are fucking miserable, I'd like them to work on resolving that! But within the story, they're never allowed to admit that is a problem. Because it's an adventure show about brave guys doing good deeds, and it's undermined at the most basic level if we come out and admit that what would make these dudes less miserable is no more fucking adventures, no more martyring themselves to do good deeds, no more hunting at all.

When the show came to an end, it was epically fucked, because it had nothing to resolve. And to give the show credit, it did try to do something interesting that would refer back to and provide a commentary on the whole show – this meta business about “have we all been God's favorite tv show all along?” There's something there; it reminds me of the CS Lewis quote about how he never worried that God didn't exist, but he did often fear that God was actually a vivisectionist. What if the reason this show has been churning along in place forever in spite of the characters' vivid and unchanging dissatisfaction with their life is that some other force wanted them to keep going on adventures? Maybe it's God, who's a writer (that's ground we've gone over before), but not just a writer – he's his only fan, his only audience. He's the Fandom. He's the Audience. He's us. Sam and Dean have been on this hamster wheel of labor and loss with no endpoint in sight because that's what we tune in to see; if they both quit, we change the channel. We're the ones who demand they Always Keep Fighting, who call them heroes for suffering through this endless parade of baddies and funerals. I mean, that's pretty good, as a way to retcon the complete pointlessness of the last ten years! The point is: it was fun to watch. We liked the characters and the episodes and we wanted them to keep doing that for our entertainment, even though we knew it wasn't any fun for them. It's basically the network tv version of Cabin In the Woods, and there's a – I would say mildly interesting question to raise there about what's drama, what's catharsis, what do we get out of stories about other people's suffering and other people's heroism? In my opinion it's a mildly interesting route to open up, although I don't know that there's enough meat on the bone to really make it pay off. An effort was clearly made, though!

But to follow that through to its conclusion, you'd have to answer it, and the way it's set up, there is no satisfying answer possible from inside the universe. We can answer what we get out of stories, perhaps. But why would that be of any interest or comfort to the people in the stories? Their story can't resolve for Sam and Dean if we learn it was actually a story about us the whole time.

So what do you do to end that story? Well, you're a little bit stuck. You can have them resign or get free somehow, sure, and the show does that. But what then? You have two choices, really: either we loop back to s6 and they keep being hunters because It's a Show About Two Hunters – only this time they have True Free Will so you have to assert that they're really freely choosing it, and you have to somehow justify that they would really freely choose to keep doing this thing that's never made them happy, which is depressing as shit – or you have them quit and go pursue their own lives and their own desires – which pretty much goes ahead and admits that the last ten seasons have been us the audience benefitting from the Winchesters' unwilling participation in this Saw-like theme park that was set up for our entertainment (via our stand-in, Chuck). That's clearly the bolder option, but it's also like – super fucked up! And it denies both the audience and, more critically, the people who make the show from having any real victory lap, any way to present the show as a completed entity and say “here's a great story that we're proud of and excited about.” It's such a bleak corner that the show has painted itself into at that point – all of this only happened against our heroes' will, but enjoy it anyway! Of course that got pushback. Of course people wanted to end with something that portrayed the characters as the drivers of the show, protagonists whose choices mattered, whose lives mattered. But they weren't, and they didn't. That was the premise the writers went with in season 15, because they needed to do something about the fact that nowhere in the past ten seasons had the Winchesters done anything on their own behalf, because they'd never been given story goals. All they'd been allowed to do is play whack-a-mole with monsters.

It's a mess all the way around, and it's almost impossible to resolve this late in the game. Season 15 couldn't be about the Winchesters resolving any real Stuff, because the show had long since realized that its prime directive was making sure that the fundamental pattern of the show remained intact: the boys go on adventures, bad things happen somewhere and the boys show up to stop it. And if that fundamental pattern is not a problem – if we're supposed to be glad it's there – then you can't allow any storylines that would end in changing it. Everything that's introduced has to be resolvable by a reversion to that vision of What We Do Around Here, so we can keep doing it. The legitimacy of What We Do Around Here is never allowed to be in question, and an attempt to question it at the very end of the series winds up inherently muddled and out-of-place. Third-act problems are always first-act problems, and the problem with the finale is that the show had spent so long actively reifying the value of an endless, unchanging sequence of events and actively working to quash anything that started looking like a linear story that would end in a place other than where it began.

I like a lot of the plotlines and episodes and characters in the later season. Honestly, 12 is probably my favorite season, just on the weight of good episodes I enjoy watching. But the only part of Supernatural that ever had a coherent story at the heart of it was the original five seasons, where things were set up, explored, and resolved in Swan Song with admirable narrative focus and direction. Everything after that was just stuff that happened, which is not what a story is, and you can't come back from that in the series finale and somehow make it work.

#spn finale #apparently i give writing advice now?

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eddiemxnsons · 3 years

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 — 𝑳.𝑵𝑰𝑿𝑶𝑵

REQUESTED BY: @dontfearthereaper-09

Requesting a fic with nixon and reader where they go on their first date and are nervous but have a great time ☺️

A/N: I altered the OG plot line of the show a smidge...

It had been two days since Easy had been removed from the frontline, and D-Day was weeks back in a muddled past of crimson, screams, and bullets. Y/N still wasted any obtainable moment of the night scrubbing at her hands, which were pristine in a pale veneer but throbbed with concealed tragedies. A brush on the concave porcelain of the sink was seedy in its bristles and oak handle cracking subtly, her own skin springing with similar blemishes. Her hands would ache long into the morning, prickle with soreness when scouring over reports and writing them, throb with irks when she clasped her metal cup of morning coffee.

He’d typically stumble about to her quarters, trailing in step the lantern light beckoning his skewed attention. He’d collapse on the ramshackle twin bed in the far corner, rumbling about whatever matter swirled into his rampant stupor whilst she penned at her stack of reports. She’d primarily disregard his dreary mumbles until he’d stagger to her desk, beaming giddily in the spill of lantern light and bolstering himself with his hands on the edge of the structure. He’d beg away her attention from the chicken scratches of her reports, something alike to a keen child, and wouldn’t relent until her pen was absent from her hand.

Lewis Nixon wasn’t a marauder for attention, yet stirred with fever when it was her undivided heed that he received. The alcohol in his nerves would bitter quickly, however, when some billow of practicality reminded him that he was married and that the woman before him could never be his.

A buried misery in her core beckoned irrelevance to his words — that it was purely the alcohol disintegrating the beauty of his words. Yet, a yes spilled from her agape mouth before the hostile flood could dispel in her nerves entirely. And, honest to God, she had never saw Lewis Nixon beam so broadly as he did in the half-light of the lantern that night.

Now Y/N was a fidgety truss of nerves as she sat pinched in a corner booth of the local pub; all the reasons not to do this had come in a barrage in her mind, the chemicals of her nerves alight with alarm, her instinct to flee projecting in her perturbed glance to the doors. A soft panic blistered in her stomach as she tinkered with the cuffs of her jacket compulsively; if she breathed slowly, she could not allow for the thoughts to spew into the ether of her conscious, to spur into a vortex of stupidity.

The glass door rattled amidst the chaotic din of slurs and laughs, her eyes tracing the entrance of Lewis Nixon, adorned in his tailored and pristinely pressed olive uniform. The skin beneath her own uniform blanched and goose flesh puddled over the canvas of her skin. He halted at the counter of the bar, tapping the sheen of its oak surface, an exchange of words between the bartender and himself as he peered over his shoulder at her, leering at the corner of his mouth. This damn man had her memorized.

The bartender weighted a tray into Nixon’s anticipated hands, two pints of effervescent beer subtly spattering about its glass confines as he walked over to the booth.

“Sure is,” she murmured in agreement, chasing away the nervous blisters in her throat with a sting of alcohol.

“It’s stuffy and hot in here!�� he proclaimed with an exaggerated gesture to the torrent of soldiers and townsfolk alike, then pointing a finger to her, “And you’re face is just as red, doll.”

Y/N stilted an eye roll through the veil of the inflaming crimson on the apple of her cheeks, “I snatched some blush from the family’s daughter I’m housing with.”

The day the pair had met.

“I much prefer grime, sweat....war paint,” she simpered slyly, a bleared memory of the two encountering each other on a dark forested path in Normandy after a rushed jump into the wrong drop zone, in the rear of her head.

“Yet, you still manage to be beautiful,” he muttered, narrowly penetrating the obstruction of noise throttling them, but her keen hearing had it echoing through her ears and ice bounding any rationale in her head. For a fleeting second, he peered at her, as if his own mind was rattling with perplexion at just how that was possible — for beauty to prevail in the crimson tragedy of war.

“Are you always this forward with every girl you take on a date, Nix?” Y/N shouldered away her momentary halt in sense and any ember of humiliation.

“Nah...not every one of them is someone I’ve liked for awhile,” he nonchalantly retorted, thrumming his fingers on the concave of his glass and she nearly gagged on the swig of alcohol in her throat, a nip bobbing in her esophagus.

She cleared her throat, irritation presenting subtle creases of water in her eyes, and chuckling through a cough, “And just how long has that been?”

Lewis quirked the corner of his mouth in a familiar smirk, straying his eyes from the swaying lurch of frothy beer in his glass, “Probably since about a month into officer school....that afternoon class we had in rifle practice, remember? And you fucking got every shot into the target, right in the center. I think every guy there shit himself.”

“It was better than just straight out punching their faces in,” he chuckled, retrieving a carton of Lucky Strikes from the lappet of his jacket and his metal lighter, engraved from a tactical knife with L.N. He struck a kindling on the rear of the toxic stick, pendant at the corner of his mouth as he proceeded, “But, I thought you’d better appreciate the honor of doing so yourself.”

“I guess I just found the right person to tell them to,” Y/N muttered scarcely, his eyes were blazing with life as they managed a stable lock with her own.

“Yeah, no kidding,” he grinned back at her once they parted with a mixture of a pant and a chuckle, his eyes sparkling with mischief and an almost melodic laugh cascading from his mouth, setting her heart a flutter. There he was, beaming down at her like she was the source of his content and life.

“Smartass,” she merely murmured in return, observing softly as, in that fragmented burst of time, his expression acquired a quality both warm and admiring.

And then they smiled to themselves in that cigarette smoke hazy and alcohol stenched English pub.

#band of brothers #hbo war #hbowar #band of brothers imagines #bandofbrothersimagine #hbo war imagine #band of brothers x reader

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dustedmagazine · 3 years

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Dust, Volume 7, Number 8

Big Thief

Our August collection of short reviews contains more big names than usual with singles from Big Thief and Dry Cleaning, a digital compilation from Thou, live music from Obits and a side project from members of the Bats and the Clean. Never fear, there are obscurities as well, including an improv guitar player even Bill Meyer had hardly heard of, a Norwegian emo artist in love with Texas and a death metal outfit verging into psychedelia. Our writers, this time including Tim Clarke, Bill Meyer, Jennifer Kelly, Ian Mathers, Chris Liberato and Jonathan Shaw, like what they like, big or small, hyped or unknown. We hope you’ll like some of it, too.

Marc Barreca — The Sleeper Awakes (Scissor Tail)

The Sleeper Wakes by Marc Barreca

Odd connections abound here. One might not expect the usually acoustic-oriented Scissor Tail Recordings to make a vinyl reissue of an electronic ambient music cassette from 1986, any more than one would expect its maker to currently earn his crust as a bankruptcy judge. So, let’s just shed those expectations and get to listening. Unlike so many lower profile electronic recordings from the 1980s, which seemed targeted for a space next to the cash register of a new age bookstore, this album offers a profusion of mysteries that compound the closer you listen to them. It’s not at all obvious what sounds Barreca fed into his Akai sampler. Japanese folk music? Church chimes? A log drum jam? Tugboat engines? One hears hints of such sounds, but they’ve been warped and dredged in a thin coat of murk, so that the predominant experience is one of feeling like you’re dreaming, even if your eyes are wide open.

Bill Meyer

Big Thief — “Little Things” / “Sparrow” (4AD)

Little Things/Sparrow by Big Thief

Who knows how much more music Big Thief might have released in the last 18 months if the pandemic hadn’t tripped them up? Given the creative momentum generated by 2019’s UFOF and Two Hands, it’s fair to assume the band have plenty of music waiting in the wings. “Little Things” and “Sparrow” arrive with no sign of a new album on the horizon, so are probably being released to promote Big Thief’s upcoming US and European tour. Both songs clock in at around five minutes and handle musical repetition in different satisfying ways. Reminiscent of Fleetwood Mac’s “Everything,” but hyped up on caffeine, “Little Things” feels like an exciting new direction for the band. It cycles through its whirlpooling, modulated acoustic guitar over and over, the frantic little sequence of chords never changing; the interest comes from the ways in which the rest of the instruments bob and weave in the ever-shifting, psychedelic mix. “Sparrow” is a more traditional Big Thief song, sparse and sad. Its melancholic sway is enlivened by some beautiful wavering vocal harmonies as Adrianne Lenker paints a picture of a Garden of Eden populated by sparrows, owls and eagles, culminating in Adam blaming Eve for humankind’s fall from grace.

Tim Clarke

Simão Costa — Beat Without Byte: (Un)Learning Machine (Cipsela)

Beat With Out Byte by Simão Costa

Piano preparation often makes use of modest resources — bolts and combs, strings or maybe just a raincoat tossed into the instrument’s innards. By contrast, Simão Costa’s set-up looks like took all of the entries in a robotics assembly competition and set them to work agitating a snarl of cables that met the pirated telecommunication requirements for an especially crowded favela. But whether it’s twitching motors or Costa’s own hands doing the work, the sounds that come out of his sound remarkably rich and cohesive. He stirs drifting hums, metallic sonorities, and stomping rhythms into a bracingly immediate sonic onslaught.

Bill Meyer

Cots — Disturbing Body (Boiled)

Disturbing Body by Cots

Disturbing Body is the low-key debut album by Montreal-based musician Steph Yates, who enlisted Sandro Perri to produce. Where the songs are pared back to mostly just vocals and peppy major-seventh chords on nylon-string guitar — such as “Bitter Part of the Fruit” and “Midnight at the Station” — comparisons with bossa-nova classics such as “The Girl From Ipanema” inevitably arise. Where the tempo is slower, the chord voicings are less sun-dappled, and Perri’s arrangements call upon a wider palette of instrumental colors, the songs venture into more interesting terrain, calling to mind a less haunted Broadcast. There’s an eerie sway to the opening title track, backed by rich piano chords and clattering cymbal textures. Fender Rhodes and the light clack of a rhythm track give “Inertia of a Dream” an uneasy momentum. And forlorn trumpet, percussion and piano situate “Last Sip” at closing time in a forgotten jazz club. There’s something evasive yet subtly intoxicating at work here, the album’s ten songs breezing past in half an hour, leaving plenty of unanswered questions in their wake.

Tim Clarke

Dry Cleaning — “Bug Eggs” / “Tony Speaks!” (4AD)

Bug Eggs/Tony Speaks! by Dry Cleaning

A few months on from the release of their excellent debut album, New Long Leg, Dry Cleaning have put out two more songs from the same sessions, which are featured as bonus tracks on the Japanese edition. For a band whose unique appeal is mostly attributed to Florence Shaw’s surreal lyrics and deadpan delivery, it’s heartening to hear further evidence that it’s the complete cocktail of musical ingredients — Shaw plus Tom Dowse’s inventive guitar, Lewis Maynard’s satisfyingly thick bass, and Nick Buxton’s driving drums — that alchemizes into their winning sound. The verse guitar chords of “Bug Eggs” are naggingly similar to New Long Leg’s “More Big Birds,” while the instrumental chorus has a yearning feel akin to album highlight “Her Hippo.” Maynard’s bass tone on “Tony Speaks!” is absolutely filthy, swallowing up most of the mix until Dowse’s guitar bares its teeth in a swarm of squalling wah-wah, while Shaw’s lyrics muse upon the decline of heavy industry, the environment, and crisps.

Tim Clarke

Flight Mode — TX, ’98 (Sound As Language)

TX, '98 by Flight Mode

In 1998, well before he started Little Hands of Asphalt, Sjur Lyseid spent a year in Texas at the height of the emo wave, skateboarding and going to house shows and listening to the Get Up Kids. TX, ’98 is the Norwegian’s tribute to that coming of age experience, the giddy euphorias of mid-teenage freedom filtered through bittersweet subsequent experience. “Sixteen” is the banger, all crunchy, twitchy exhilarating guitars and vulnerable pop tunefulness, its clangor breaking for wistful reminiscence, but “Fossil Fuel” waxes lyrical, its guitar riffs splintering into radiant shards, its lyrics capturing those youthful years when anything seems possible and also, somehow, the later recognition that perhaps it isn’t. It’s an interesting tension between the now-is-everything hedonism of adolescence and the rueful remembering of adulthood, encapsulate in a chorus that goes, “Well wait and see if there’s no more history/and just defend the present tense.”

Jennifer Kelly

Drew Gardner— S-T (Eiderdown Records)

S/T by Drew Gardner

Drew Gardner has been popping up all over lately, on Elkhorn’s snowed in acoustic jam Storm Sessions and the electrified follow-up Sun Cycle and as one of Jeffrey Alexander’s Heavy Lidders. Here, it’s just him and his guitar plus a like-minded rhythm section (that’s Ryan Jewell on drums and Garcia Peoples’ Andy Cush on bass), spinning off dreamy, folk-into-interstellar-journeys like “Calyx” and “Kelp Highway.” Gardner puts some muscle into some of his grooves, running close to Chris Forsyth’s wide-angle electric boogie in “Bird Food.” “The Road to Eastern Garden,” though, is pure limpid transcendence, Buddhist monastery bells jangling as Gardner’s warm, inquiring melodic line intersects with rubbery bends on bass. Give this one a little time to sit, but don’t miss it.

Jennifer Kelly

Hearth — Melt (Clean Feed)

Melt by Hearth

This pan-European quartet’s name suggests domesticity, but the fact that none of its members lives in the country of their birth probably says more about the breadth of their music. The closest geographic point of reference for the sounds that pianist Kaja Draksler, trumpeter Susana Santos Silva, and saxophonists Ada Rave and Mette Rasmussen’s make together would be Chicago’s south side. Their dynamic blend of angular structures, extended instrumental techniques, and obscurely theatrical enactments brings to mind the Art Ensemble of Chicago, even though the sounds on this concert-length recording rarely echo the AEC’s. But it is similarly charged with mystery and collective identity.

Bill Meyer

Klaus Lang / Konus Quartett — Drei Allmenden (Cubus)

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Drei Allmenden (translation: Three Commons) treats the act of commission as an opportunity to create common cause. For composer and keyboardist Klaus Lang, this is a chance to push back against a long trend of separation and stratification, with musicians bound to realize the composer’s whim, no matter the cost. Invoking works from the 16th century, he penned something simple, flexible and open to embellishment. Then he pitched in with Konus Quartett, a Swiss saxophone ensemble, to get the job done. The three-part piece, which lasts 43 sublime minutes, amply rewards the submersion of ego. Lang’s slowly morphing harmonium drones and Konus’ long reed tones sound like one instrument, enriched by tendrils of sound that rise up and then sink back into the music’s body.

Bill Meyer

Lynch, Moore, Riley — Secant / Tangent (dx/dy)

Secant | Tangent by Sue Lynch, N.O. Moore, Crystabel Riley

Electric guitarist N.O. Moore is barely known in these parts. I’ve only heard him on one album with Eddie Prévost a couple years back, and the other two musicians, not at all. But on the strength of this robust performance, which was recorded at London’s Icklectick venue, it would be a loss to keep it that way. They combine acoustic sounds with electronics, courtesy of guitar effects and amplification, in an exceedingly natural fashion. Each musician also gets into the other’s business in ways that correspond to the one spicy suggestion made by one cook that elevates another’s dish to the next level. Susan Lynch’s clarinet and flute compliment Moore’s radiophonic/feedback sounds like two flashes of lightning illuminating the same dark cloud, and her vigorously pecking saxophone attack mixes with Crystabel’s cascading beats like idiosyncratically tuned drums. This is one of the first albums to be released on Moore’s dx/dy label; keep your eye out for more.

Bill Meyer

Maco Sica / Hamid Drake Tatsu Aoki & Thymme Jones—Ourania (Feeding Tube)

OURANIA by Mako Sica / Hamid Drake featuring Tatsu Aoki & Thymme Jones

Ourania is named for the muse associated with astronomy in Greek mythology, and the album has an aim for the stars quality. In 2020, Chicago’s Mako Sica lost not only the chance to play concerts, but one third of its number. Core members Brent Fuscaldo (electric bass, voice, harmonica, percussion) and Przemyslaw Krys Drazek (electric trumpet, electric guitar, mandolin) could have just hunkered down with their respective TV sets. Instead, they booked themselves three other musicians who make rising above circumstances a core practice. The duo convened at Electrical Audio with Hamid Drake (drums, percussion, Tatsu Aoki (upright bass, shamisen), and Thymme Jones (piano, organ, balloon, trumpet, voice, recorder, percussion), rolled tape for a couple hours, and walked out with this album. The 85 minute-long recording (edited to about half that length on vinyl, but the LP comes with a download card) exudes a vibe of calm, even beatitude, with twin trumpets and Fuscaldo’s echo-laden, nearly word-free vocals weaving though a sequence of patient grooves like migrational birds on the glide.

Bill Meyer

Mar Caribe — Hymn of the Mar Caribe (Mar Caribe)

Hymn of the Mar Caribe b/w Rondo for Unemployment by mar caribe

Some musicians burn to make something new; others generate attention-getting sounds designed to maximize the potential of their other earning activities; and others, well, they just want you to sway along with their version of the good sounds. Mar Caribe falls into that last category. This Chicago-based instrumental ensemble has spent most of the last decade maintaining a robust performance schedule, and it would seem that recording is pretty much an afterthought; a photo of the test pressing for this 7” was posted in May 2019, but the release show didn’t happen until August 2021. Sure, COVID can be blamed for part of the delay, but one suspects that mostly, these guys just want to play, and they didn’t bother to stuff the singles in the sleeves until they knew when they’d next be leaning over a merch table. The titular suspends anthemic brass and pedal steel over a swinging double bass cadence, and if there was a moment during the night when the band invited the audience to pledge allegiance to their favorite drink, this is what they’d be playing while they asked. Guitars lead on the flip side, whose busy twists and turns belie the implied laziness of the title, “Rondo For Unemployment.”

Bill Meyer

Mint Julep — In a Deep and Dreamless Sleep (Western Vinyl)

In A Deep And Dreamless Sleep by Mint Julep

These songs traverse a hazy, dreamlike space, diffusing dance beats, dream-y vocals and synth pulses into inchoate sensation that nonetheless retains enough rhythmic propulsion to keep your heart rate up. “A Rising Sun” filters jangly guitar and bass through a sizzle of static, letting tambourine thump gently somewhere off camera, as voices soothe and reassure. “Mirage” pounds a four-on-the-floor, but quietly, angelically, like a disco visited through astral projection or maybe a really rave-y iteration of heaven. There’s an ominous undercurrent to “Longshore Drift,” in its growly, sub-bass-y hum, but glittering bits of synth sprinkle over like fairy dust. This is indefinitely gorgeous stuff, ethereal but surprisingly energizing. Dance or drift, take your pick.

Jennifer Kelly

Monocot — Directions We Know (Feeding Tube)

Direction We Know by Monocot

Directions We Know is an LP of free-form freak-outs generated by an instrumental duo that includes one musician who you might expect to perpetuate such a ruckus, and one that you might not. The more likely character is drummer Jayson Gerycz, who may be known for keeping time with the Cloud Nothings, but has shown a willingness to wax colorizing in the company of Anthony Pasquarosa, Jen Powers and Matthew Rolin. The happy surprise is Rosali Middleman, whose singer-songwriter efforts have kept her guitar playing firmly in service of her songs. She doesn’t exactly abandon lyricism in Monocot, but the tunes serve as launching ramps for exuberant lunges into the realm of voltage-saturated sound. On “Ruby Throated,” the first of the record’s four extended jams, Middleman lofts rippling peals over a near-boil of drums and churning loops. By the time you get to “Multidimensional Solutions,” the last and longest track, her wah-wah-dipped streams of sound have taken on a blackened quality, as though her overheating tubes have burned every note.

Bill Meyer

Obits — Die at the Zoo (Outer Battery)

Die At The Zoo by Obits

Few aughts rock bands held more promise than Obits. The four-piece headed by Hot Snakes’ Rick Froberg and Edsel’s Sohrab Habibion emerged in 2005 with a stinging, stripped-back, blues-touched sound. Froberg’s feral snarl rode a surfy, twitchy amplified onslaught, that was, by 2012 a finely tuned machine. I caught one of the live shows following Moody, Standard and Poor at small club in Northampton the same year this was recorded (so small that I was sitting on a couch next to Froberg, oblivious, for 20 minutes before the show), and what struck me was how well the band played together. The records sound chaotic, and that was certainly there in performance, but the cuts and stops were perfect, the surfy instrumental breaks (“New August”) absolutely in tune. At the time this set was recorded in the Brisbane punk landmark known as the Zoo, the band was near the peak of its considerable powers—and regrettably near the end of its run. Die at the Zoo is reasonably well recorded, rough enough to capture the band’s raucous energy, skilled enough so you can understand the words and hear all the parts. It hits all the highlights, blistering early cuts like “Widow of My Dreams,” and “Pine On,” the blues cover “Milk Cow Blues,” and later, slightly more melodic ragers like “Everything Looks Better in the Morning” and “You Gotta Lose.” The guitar work is particularly sharp throughout, its straight-on chug breaking into fiery blues licks and surfy whammy explosions. It’s a poignant reminder of a time when American rock bands played ferocious shows halfway across the world (or anywhere) as a matter of course and a fitting eulogy for Obits.

Jennifer Kelly

A Place To Bury Strangers — Hologram (Dedstrange)

Hologram EP by A Place To Bury Strangers

A Place To Bury Strangers returns with a new rhythm section and renewed focus on the elements that made its version of revivalism the loudest if not brashest of the New York aughties. Sarah and John Fedowitz on drums and bass join Oliver Ackerman on the five track EP Hologram which is the most concise and vital APTBS release for a while. For all the criticism of copyism thrown at the band since their early days, APTBS has always been as much about Ackerman’s production skills and feel for texture as musical originality and the songs on Hologram sound fantastic at volume. Beneath the sonic onslaught of fuzz and reverb, not a brick is misplaced in this intricately constructed sonic wall. True “I Might Have” is pure Jesus & Mary Chain and “In My Hive” a Wax Trax take on Spector but Hologram is an endorphin rush of guitar driven noise bound to make one forget the world, if only for a while.

Andrew Forell

Praises — EP4 (Hand Drawn Dracula)

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Jesse Crowe’s work as Praises has been ongoing since 2014, but has shifted in tone, instrumentation and emphasis since then. While the first two EPs have more of a full, rock band feel, the third one and 2018’s full-length In This Year: Ten of Swords took things in a more electronic, sometimes industrial direction. It was an even better fit for the rest, probing creativity evident in Praises’ work, and 3/4s of the new EP4 are in a pleasingly similar vein. The echoing, ringing denunciations of “We Let Go” and “A World on Fire” are fine examples of Praises’ existing strengths, but the opening “Apples for My Love” is immediately captivating in a very different way. Gauzy and rapturous, it’s a reverie that keeps the satisfying textural detail of the other songs but turns them to different ends. It’s not something that was missing from Crowe’s work before — again, the other tracks here are also very good — but a reminder that what Praises has shown before is not the extent of what they can do.

Ian Mathers

The Sundae Painters — The First SP Single (Leather Jacket)

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“This is a supergroup, is it not?” someone asked the Sundae Painters bassist Paul Kean on social media last year, to which he responded, “Some may choose that title. We prefer superglue.” Kaye Woodward, his wife and longtime bandmate in both The Bats and Minisnap, takes the lead vocal on “Thin Air,” one of the pair of A-sides found on their new band’s debut seven-inch. From the outset, Kean’s unmistakable bass playing and Hamish Kilgour’s (The Clean/Mad Scene) drumming lock into a psychedelic march, with the other instruments weaving like kites above, vying for position on the same breeze. “You fight your way down/You fight your way up/You wait for the dust to settle,” Woodward sings. A few gentle strums cut their way through the parade, and a guitar calls out gull-like from above, before everything trails off as if something potent has just kicked in. On the flip side, “Aversion” has an old friend-like familiarity to it, soundwise (if not lengthwise) sitting somewhere between VU’s “The Gift” and “Sister Ray.” Things begin a little stand-offish, though, like you’ve interrupted a guitar pontificating to a rapt audience — it turns its head to look you over, falling momentarily silent, before picking right back up where it left off. Kilgour’s spoken vocals join the conversation, as the song builds towards a groovy kind of fever pitch. “You look a little stoned,” he says, before responding to his own observation. “Well me I’m a little bit groggy/But it ain’t too foggy/I can see some way of getting out of here.” By this point, both guitars (played by Woodward and Tall Dwarfs’ Alec Bathgate) are full-on screeching and howling, and as the song sputters to a sudden finish, our man’s left waiting for someone to buy him “a ride out the gate.”

Chris Liberato

Thou — Hightower (Self-released)

Hightower by Thou

Hightower is the latest in a string of digital compilations from Thou, most of which collect songs that have been previously released on small-batch splits, 7” records and other hyper-obscure media that briefly circulated through the metal underground. You might be tempted to pronounce that a cynical cash-grab, but Thou has posted Hightower (along with previous compilations, like Algiers, Oakland and Blessings of the Highest Order, a killer collection of Nirvana covers) on their official Bandcamp page as a name-yo’-price download. Thanks, band. Beyond convenience, Hightower has an additional, if a sort of inside-baseball, attraction. The band has re-recorded a few of its older songs with its latest, three-guitar line-up. Longtime listeners will recognize “Smoke Pigs” and “Fucking Chained to the Bottom of the Ocean,” which already sounded terrifyingly massive back in 2008 and 2007, respectively. The expanded instrumentation, new arrangements and better production give the songs even more power and depth, all the way down to the bottom of the effing ocean. Yikes. And there are a few additional touches, like K.C. Stafford’s clean vocals on “Fucking Chained…,” which provide an effective complement to Bryan Funck’s inimitably scabrous howl. Rarely has being pummeled and feeling bummed out been so vivifying.

Jonathan Shaw

Tropical Fuck Storm — Deep States (Joyful Noise)

Deep States by Tropical Fuck Storm

Fueled by exasperation as much as anger, the new album by Melbourne’s Tropical Fuck Storm rounds on the myriad ways in which the world has become a “Bumma Sanger” as leader Gareth Liddiard puts it on the eponymous song about COVID lockdown. A roiling meld of psychedelic garage garnished with elements of hip hop and electronic noise it’s close in method and mood if not sound to another Australian provocateur JG Thirwell whose Foetus project girded maximalist surfaces with rigid discipline. If the Tropical Fuck Storm sought to mirror current conditions, they succeed but lack of clarity in both production and intent makes Deep States a frustrating experience. Backing vocals from Fiona Kitschin (bass), Erica Dunn (keys and guitar) and Lauren Hammel (drums) leaven Liddiard’s blokey pronouncements and there are some good sounds and biting words but the band’s determination to overelaborate and underdevelop musical ideas makes this album seem like a lost opportunity.

Andrew Forell

Marta Warelis / Carlos “Zingaro” / Helena Espvall /Marcelo dos Reis — Turquoise Dream (JACC)

Turquoise Dream by Marta Warelis, Carlos "Zíngaro", Helena Espvall, Marcelo dos Reis

Turquoise Dream documents an example of an encounter that is a mainstay of avant-garde jazz festivals, in which out of towners mix it up locals that they may or may not know. This particular concert, which took place at the Jazz ao Centro Festival in 2019, is one such encounter that deserves to live past the night when it transpired. It featured three stringed instrument players who live in Portugal and a Polish pianist who is based in Holland. But they don’t sound like strangers at all. Violinist Zingaro, cellist Espvall, and guitarist dos Reis blend like flashes of sunlight reflecting off of waves, adding up to a sound that is bright and ever-changing. Warelis, who is equally resourceful with her head under the lid of her piano as she is at the keyboard, adding fleet but substantial responses to her hosts’ quicksilver interactions. The result is music that is resolutely abstract but closely engaged.

Bill Meyer

Wharflurch — Psychedelic Realms ov Hell (Gurgling Gore)

PSYCHEDELIC REALMS OV HELL by Wharflurch

Wharflurch is just plain fun to say — but there are at least two ways in which the name also makes sense for the band that has chosen it: it has a bilious, nauseous quality that matches the vibe of the pustulent death metal you’ll hear on Psychedelic Realms ov Hell; and if you separate the words, you can conjure a sodden, rotten wooden structure, swaying vertiginously over a marshy expanse of water, which is filled with alligators and decaying organic material. Imagine that sway, and that stink, and then imagine yourself collapsing into the viscous fluid, soon to be gator chow. Sounds like Florida, and that’s exactly from whence Wharflurch has emerged. Which also makes sense. Is Wharflurch’s music “psychedelic”? Depends on what you hear in that word. If you want to see hippies dancing ecstatically on a verdant, sun-drenched stretch of Golden Gate Park, then no. But if you have spent any time in the warped, dementedly distorted spaces that psychedelics can open (less happily perhaps, but very powerfully), then yes. Wharflurch likes to accent its meaty riffs and muscular thumps with weird flutters and electronic effects that frequently have a gastric, flatulent quality to them. The saturated and sickly pinks and greens on the album art do a pretty good job of capturing the music’s tones. So do the song titles: “Stoned Ape Apocalypse,” “Bog Body Boletus,” “Phantasmagorical Fumes.” Still game? I’m sorry. But I’ll also be standing right there next to you, on that wobbly, lurching wharf, watching the gators swim near.

Jonathan Shaw

Whisper Room — Lunokhod (Midira Records)

Lunokhod by Whisper Room

That the title of Whisper Room’s fifth album is taken from Soviet lunar rovers makes a certain sense, given how potentially frustrating it might have been for the trio to be working at such a distance. Generally their other records are recorded live, in one room, seeing Aidan Baker (guitar), Jakob Thiesen (drums) and Neil Wiernik (bass) exploring simultaneously, hitting whatever junctions of psychedelic/shoegazing/motorik sound come to them. With Baker in Berlin and travel understandably limiited, this time they recorded their parts separately, layering them together (and bringing in sound designer Scott Deathe to add the kind of pedal processing their sound engineer normally does live). The result certainly sounds as collaborative as ever, seven seamless tracks making up nearly an hour that makes the journey from the friendly, clattering percussion of “Lunokhod01” to the centrifugal ambience of “Lunokhod07” feel perfectly natural. Even though it explores just as much inner and outer space as Whisper Room ever have, there’s something very approachable about Lunokhod that makes it one of their best.

Ian Mathers

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23:57 LP - Lost On You (Elk Road Remix) 23:52 THOMAS LEMMER - Is It Too Late (feat. Lena Belgart) (Stoned By Klangstein) 23:48 LIULA - Sweet Dreams 23:42 LOUNGE DELUXE - Beautiful Man feat Jeela (Sunset Session Edit) 23:38 MAKIS ABLIANITIS - Love Secret 23:34 AMYCANBE - Rose Is A Rose 23:29 ORKIDEA - Beautiful (Ambient Mix) 23:25 HONEY - A Girl Called You (Feat. Jean Honeymoon) 23:20 THE SURA QUINTET - Onda De Bossa 23:17 DASH BERLIN, JONATHAN MENDELSOHN - Better Half Of Me (Acoustic Mix) 23:11 ARROJAS - Textpectations 23:06 ESSONITA, IRINA MAKOSH - Lift Me Up (Bryan Milton Chillout Remix) 23:02 PELARI, COLLIN WEX, DOMINIQUE FRICOT - Oasis (CollinWex Chill Mix) 22:57 ALEXANDER POPOV - The Last He Said (Original Mix) 22:52 JULIAN VINCENT, CATHY BURTON - Certainty (Andy Prinz Chillout Mix) 22:49 JOSH GABRIEL, WINTER KILLS - Forward Facing (Zetandel Chill Out Mix) 22:46 MASHTI, JEAN VON BADEN - Waiting 22:41 DAN BALAN - Chica Bomb (DJ Dan Karim Chill Mix) 22:36 ANN GRACE - Moon In Love 22:33 ERNESTO - Reelin' 22:28 JAN VAYNE - Fruits & Passion (Armin van Buuren's Downtempo Mix) 22:23 LUIGI LUSINI - I'll Be Home (Original Mix) 22:18 JEROME ISMA-AE - Underwater Love 22:11 THE RHYTHM DIVINE - Moments In Love 22:07 ABOVE & BEYOND - No One On Earth 22:03 LUSTRAL - I Wonder Where You Are (Original Mix) 21:59 MISS B.T. - Right Now (Sweet Lovin' Edit) 21:56 MOONY - Dove (I'll Be Loving You) (Sisco Lounge Mix) 21:52 351 LAKE SHORE DRIVE - Rising Stars 21:48 JAY SEAN - Maybe (The Xtreme Chillout Remix) 21:42 MOUSSA CLARKE, TERRAFUNKA - She Wants Him (Dynamic Illusion Chill Mix) 21:37 DAVID GUETTA - The World Is Mine (Paul Mira Chillout Remix) 21:32 THOMAS ANDERS - You're My Heart, You're My Soul (Acoustic Version) 21:25 DAVE ROSS - Break The Silence (Original Mix) 21:19 LAID BACK - People (Banzai Republic vs. Trentemoeller Mix) 21:15 KRAAK & SMAAK - Stumble (feat. Parcels) 21:11 LOWLAND - Seven Cities 21:08 KYLIE MINOGUE - Wonderful Life (Acoustic Version) 21:04 ANURAG NANDVANSHI - Soul Of India (Chill Out) 21:00 NASH & PEPPER, ROGUE RAVEN - Am I Wrong (Acoustic Mix) 20:56 ORJAN NILSEN - Drink To Forget (Original Chill Out Mix) 20:51 JEAN HONEYMOON - Bang Bang (Lazy Hammock Chillout Remix) 20:48 KRONO, VANJESS - Redlight (Original Mix) 20:44 LEONA LEWIS - Dip Down (ReUnited Chill Out Mix) 20:38 GUENTER HAAS - Alone But Never Lonely 20:34 SUPER8 & TAB, JAN BURTON - Free Love 20:29 MEDINA - You & I (DJ Petroff Remix) 20:22 ANTURAGE - Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough (Original Mix) 20:19 MOORYC - Communication Breakdown 20:14 THE UNDERGROUND PROJECT - Summer Jam (Ivan Tretyakov ReChill) 20:10 DEEP DIVE CORP., RICOLOOP - Enjoy The Silence 20:06 NUERA - Breathing (Chillout Mix) 20:01 NADIA ALI - Fantasy (Original Mix) 19:55 TIESTO - I Will Be Here (Syntheticsax Ft. LiTa & R.I.J. 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HARRIS - Setting It Straight (feat. Ignacio Nunez & Daniele Silvestri) 16:38 DARREN RAHN - What Cha' Gonna Do For Me 16:35 SPONTANEOUS GROOVIN' COMBUSTION - Kickin' It (Remastered) 16:30 AVENUE BLUE - Just Goodbye (feat. Jeff Golub) 16:25 PEET PROJECT - Sunday at the Spa 16:21 GARY METZ - Summer Night Jam 16:16 ACOUSTIC ALCHEMY - Love Is All There Is 16:11 JAMES SAXSMO GATES - Airwaves (feat. Fabian Lance & Carl Lester 16:07 BRETTINA - Bop Baiye 16:03 CHAZZY GREEN - Because of You 16:00 GARY PALMER - Chicago by Morning 15:56 CAL HARRIS JR., JEFF LORBER - The Neighborhood 15:52 EVAN CARYDAKIS - Groove House 15:48 J. 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Walter Beasley) 14:26 CHILLAXONIC - Other Side Of Jupiter 14:22 AL DEGREGORIS - People Power 14:17 ROB TARDIK - Flip Flop 14:14 ATTILA ZAVODI - River Waves 14:09 QUINTIN GERARD W. - Cleared for Takeoff 14:04 EUGE GROOVE - Just My Imagination 14:00 JOY RIDE - What's Up 13:59 VASSAL BENFORD - Ba De Da 13:56 TONY MOMRELLE - We Can Have It All 13:51 SOFT JAZZ SEXY MUSIC BAND - Leonardo's Saxophone 13:47 VANN BURCHFIELD - Freedom 13:42 WALTER BEASLEY - My Name Is Love 13:37 WARREN HILL - Daydreamer 13:33 RICHARD SMITH - First Kiss 13:28 DAVID BENOIT - Rejoyce 13:23 MARCOS ARIEL - Green Eyes 13:19 JOYCE COOLING - Before Dawn 13:13 DANCING FANTASY - Take Five 13:09 WILL SUMNER - Sultry Sunset 13:05 RICHARD ELIOT - Chill Factor 13:00 SEAN U - 60 Miles 12:59 BRIAN HUGHES - One To One 12:54 WOLFGANG HAFFNER - Warm Breeze 12:50 JAZZ HOLDOUTS - Morning Breeze 12:46 DIRK K - Sticks and Sand 12:41 FRANK PIOMBO - Sunset Beach (The Cape) 12:37 BRAD ALEXANDER - A Matter of Time 12:32 BRIAN SIMPSON - Sunlit Sea 12:28 PAOLO RUSTICHELLI - Momentum 12:22 KIM WATERS - Nightfall 12:18 PATRICK YANDALL - Law St. Locals 12:14 0to Nothin (feat. Magdalena Chovancova, Robert Fertl & Latonya Black Gilliard) 12:10 GREGORY GOODLOE - Yearning for Your Love 12:05 KIM SCOTT - Rite of Passage 12:00 JEFF KASHIWA - Free Flyer 11:59 ANDRE CAVOR - You Brought the Sunshine 11:55 ZOLBERT - Friendship 11:51 TONY SAUNDERS - Sea Cliff Drive 11:47 INCOGNITO - Racing Through the Bends 11:43 RICK HABANA - Rum Factory 11:40 LARRY CARLTON, PAUL BROWN - Say What's On Your Mind 11:35 R.L. WALKER - Taking Flight 11:31 RAGAN WHITESIDE - Funktuation 11:28 WAYMAN TISDALE - Throwin' It Down (feat. Darren Rahn) 11:24 VANN BURCHFIELD - Change Is A Comin' 11:20 ANDY SNITZER - Breaking 11:16 LAWSON ROLLINS - Momentum 11:12 ROBERTO VAZQUEZ - Going West 11:08 DAN SIEGEL - A World Away 11:03 PHIL DENNY - Lifted 11:00 TERENCE YOUNG - Friday Night 10:59 JACKIEM JOYNER - Share My Tears 10:54 RICK BRAUN - Back to Mallorca 10:50 ROBERTO RESTUCCIA - Love Crazy 10:46 ROBERT CHRISTA - Pure Life Begins 10:42 MARCUS ANDERSON - Latte In The Rain 10:38 PATRICK BRADLEY - Completely Yours 10:34 DREW DAVIDSEN - Sweet Spot (feat. Eric Marienthal) 10:30 JACOB WEBB - Near the Amazon 10:25 JOEL THIBAULT - Night Sensation 10:21 JAEE LOGAN - The Great Sands 10:18 CHRISTOPHE GOZE - Norwegian Wood (2022 Remaster) 10:14 BLAKE AARON - Feels So Right 10:09 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - Midnight Groove 10:05 JAMES LLOYD - Here We Go 10:00 DR. DAVE, THE HOUSECALL BAND - Carefree (Revisited Version) 09:58 JAZMIN GHENT - Kickin It Up 09:54 DARRON COOKIE - 32 Days 09:49 JEFF RYAN - Versace on the Floor 09:45 RONNY SMITH - Ticket to Miami 09:41 EVERETT B WALTERS - It's for the Love of Music 09:37 FRANK MCCOMB - Cha Cha (For Ramsey Lewis) 09:33 FUNKTASTIC PLAYERS - You Make Me 09:29 JAZZ FUNK SOUL - CSL (For Charles Samuel Loeb) 09:25 MEZZOFORTE - Hard Wired 09:20 CHIELI MUNICCI - Night Grooves 09:15 CINDY BRADLEY - Wind Chill Factor 09:10 NELSON RANGELL - Then I Knew 09:06 MARK JAIMES - Hear At Last 09:00 PETER WHITE - Good Day 08:59 CHRIS STANDRING - Shadow Dance 08:54 JIM ADKINS - Highway 12 08:50 GREGG KARUKAS - First Love 08:44 GREG MANNING - Look Up 08:40 DANIEL DOMENGE - Between Your Hands 08:37 MIKE PHILLIPS - Hangin' With Mr. D. 08:32 BYRON MILLER - Say Hello 08:26 BRIAN BROMBERG - Mr. Miller 08:22 NAJEE - Luna 08:18 ALEXANDER ZONJIC - Musaic 08:14 DEE BROWN - Make Up Your Mind 08:10 RICHARD ELLIOT - You Make Me Feel Brand 08:04 REZA KHAN - It's Happening 08:00 DEON YATES - Cruisin' Woodward 07:56 RHYTHM LOGIC - You Know I Will 07:51 JONATHAN FRITZEN - Fingers On Fire 07:49 496 WEST - Dilla Jw 07:46 DAMIEN ESCOBAR - Phoenix 07:41 BLAIR BRYANT - EmberGlow 07:37 THE SAX PACK - Back In Style 07:34 KAYLA WATERS - Signs And Wonders 07:30 JOEL DEL ROSARIO - Sunrise on the Sunset 07:26 DEE LUCAS - Full Tilt (feat. Blake Aaron) 07:21 KEN NAVARRO - In My Wildest Dreams 07:17 NILS - A Walk in the Park 07:12 ART RUPRECHT - With You All the Way 07:08 RAINFOREST BAND - My Mellow Ways 07:04 NORMAN BROWN - Spirit Power 07:00 STEVE OLIVER - City Of Lightning 06:59 3RD FORCE - We Should Be Together 06:55 AL GOMEZ - Who's Right, Who's Wrong 06:51 GIL - You're Beside Me 06:45 ROD TATE - Chillin' with Li Li 06:42 DANCING FANTASY - The Secret Island 06:37 NICHOLAS COLE - Just One Night (feat. Steve Cole) 06:33 JOYCE COOLING - Third Wish 06:29 KOOL&KLEAN - Amazing 06:25 JAY KING - I Want Your Love 06:20 BE'NE MUSIC - 120 East 06:16 KEVIN STEVENSON - Talk To Me 06:12 AMANDUS - Enjoy 06:08 DONN BYNUM - Our Turn to Dance (feat. Paul Jackson Jr.) 06:04 ROBERT HARRIS - Making Road to Las Cruces 06:00 ADRIAN CRUTCHFIELD - Purity 05:56 PAUL JACKSON JR. - Down the Road 05:52 DARREN MOTAMEDY - Ascension 05:49 BRENDAN ROTHWELL - Keep On Keepin' On 05:44 BRANDON WILLIS - When Were Together 05:39 CHIELI MINUCCI - Come As You Are 05:35 GEORGE JINDA - Never Ending Love 05:30 KEITH MASON - He's Holy 05:26 PAUL BROWN - Grazing in the Grass 05:21 NICK COLIONNE - Got to Keep It Moving 05:17 PAUL HARDCASTLE - Flight of the Phoenix 05:13 VINCENT INGALA - If I Could Fly 05:08 ROB MALETICK - Shape Of My Heart 05:04 WAKANA - I Told You So 05:00 RANDY SCOTT - Ignite 04:55 OLI SILK - Just an Allusion 04:51 RHODA GRAHAM - Finally 04:47 GINO ROSARIA, ALTHEA RENE - Road Trip 04:43 JOHNNY BRITT - Can't Stop (Vocal Version) 04:39 GEN SAX - Trapped in the Beat 04:35 KHARI, CABRAL, JIVA - Show Me The Way 04:31 ELENA IOUROVA - Autumn Leaf Fall Again 04:28 NEIKA SIMONE - Beautiful Moments 04:23 JEFF GOLKIN & FOREVER LOVE - We Have Love Tonight 04:20 BROOKE ALFORD - Shine 04:16 MARSHALL CHARLOFF - HipNautic 04:12 BEN TANKARD, KIRK WHALUM - Reach Out And Touch 04:08 PAUL MESSINA - Above the Clouds 04:04 PETER HEROLD - Still the One 04:00 BILLY EVANS - She Makes Me Smile 03:57 BLUEY - You Are the One 03:50 BAKERS DOZEN - 10th & Pine 03:46 HERB PARTLOW - Another Interlude 03:43 CHRIS BIG DOG DAVIS - It's All Love 03:39 GREGORY FIELDS - In The Moment 03:35 JC SOL - Our Groove 03:30 KENNY NIGHTINGALE - New Day 03:26 JASON PETERSON DELAIRE - Nightcap 03:22 DAVE BAKER - California Dreaming (feat. Rich Kurtz & Walter Runge) 03:19 CASTELLA - So Glad I Met You 03:15 CHAN HALL, TONY CRADDOCK - Stay Awhile 03:11 BEN TANKARD, PAUL JACKSON JR. - Rainy Sunday 03:08 JOHNNY JAMES DR. J - Foolish Heart 03:04 WALTER DUDA - Invisible 03:00 SHAUN LABELLE - Spin Cycle 02:59 CHICO MARIO - Need You In My Life (feat Konstantin Klashtorni) (Smooth Mix) 02:55 PHILIPPE SAISSE - And So But Then 02:50 SERGEY CHIPENKO - All For You 02:47 HERB ALPERT - You Are So Beautiful 02:42 EVERETTE HARP - Don't Look Any Further 02:37 BALANCE9 - 110 at Night 02:33 COLORS IN MOTION - The Paradise (feat. Bill Joseph Flynn) 02:29 RJC (Rhythm & Jazz Coalition) - Best Part 02:25 SIMPLY RED - So Not Over You 02:21 BOBBY LYLE - Spirit Song 02:16 D.A. SCOTT - We as One 02:12 PIECES OF A DREAM - Livin' The Life 02:09 NELSON GARCIA - East Coast Drive 02:04 REBECCA ANGEL - Just the Two of Us 02:00 DEAN JAMES - Brighter Days 01:59 DENNIS MURPHY - Samba Monterey 01:54 JS FLOYD - Walk The Dog 01:50 JACKIE'S NEW CAR - Jackie's New Car 01:44 BLACK GOLD MASSIVE - Let It Flow (Sausalito Calling) 01:40 LIN ROUNTREE - Amazing Love 01:35 H ALLAN - All Along the Watchtower, Stairway to Heaven 01:32 BENNETT B - Show Your Love 01:28 WALTER BEASLEY - Come On Over 01:23 ROB SABADO - I Just Wanna Hang Around You 01:17 BOB BALDWIN - Get Over It 01:13 TOM BRAXTON - Lookin' Up 01:09 J.J. SANSAVERINO - Midnight Fizz 01:04 MEKIEL REUBEN - Stop Stalling 01:00 SERGEY CHIPENKO, DAVE KOZ - Kindness (Remastered 2021) 00:58 DESMOND MEYER - Lickamore 00:54 DAVID DAVIS - Back & Forth 00:51 SLIM MAN - 3 AM 00:48 CAROL ALBERT - Stronger Now 00:43 DARRYL WILLIAMS - Do You Remember (feat. Michael Lington) 00:39 RAY OBIEDO - A Thousand Reasons 00:35 JOHN NOVELLO - I Can't Stop My Heart 00:30 REZA KHAN, JEFF KASHIWA - Gathering 00:27 RON OTIS - Kiss Me 00:23 JAZZ IN PINK - Come For Me 00:19 DAVID BROUSSARD - Stardust 00:15 DAVE SERENY - Talk To Me 00:12 HAVILLA KING - Morning Soul 00:08 REZA KHAN, NILS - Drop of faith 00:04 LOWELL HOPPER - No Turning Back 00:00 2UNES - Rain Forest

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