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bbctshirt · 4 months

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This Nevadan Stands With Texas T-Shirt

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daymusik · 4 months

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► New Song: "(Bonus) Nevada Nights"

Song 8 of 8 from my debut album "I Would Like to Introduce" --> Watch the associated music visualizer on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Axgp3jUU98 ► You can listen to the album in these places: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/daymusik/i-would-like-to-introduce-2

🐾 Here we are. The end of the album. What do I have to say about "(Bonus) Nevada Nights"? It's a "bonus" song because I made a random song wholly unrelated to anything and decided to tack it onto this album! 😺 Haha! The end! 🐾 Well, more or less. So. This song started off a just the one piano loop. I wanted to write a piano piece. This song started out with me wanting to write a piano-only piece. I wrote the one cadence and it just flowed perfectly. Yes, when I said "loop", I didn't mean that it's a loop a downloaded from wherever. I recorded MIDI input of me playing my keyboard for two bars, and that was the only pattern I created. This song is pretty much just the same loop throughout the entire song, with only one variation with the octaves doubled up in both ways. The pattern just had a the perfect cadence that I did not know what to do with it for a while now. (I don't know if I put it anywhere, but I recorded a spoken-word version of when it was just the piano and soft lead (that I also created, using Serum) of me reading one of my haiku poems I'd written down. It was a silly thing and I don't remember if I uploaded it anywhere, but that's how clueless I was to what I could do with this song 😹) After lying dormant for a little bit, I think this version of the song came about when I was messing with the 808 presets in FL Studio's FLEX plugin or something. I really don't remember! I just remember that this was 100% not the direction I would have ever considered this song taking and thought it a hilarious addition to the album because no one can ever tell what style of music I will make next... not even me!

🐾 Support my music production: https://daymusik.bandcamp.com https://ko-fi.com/daymusik

🐾 Where to find me: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/6N6Yxpe5ruM1Ogy52BpOzL Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/za/artist/daymusik/1556234296 Amazon Music: https://www.amazon.com/music/player/artists/B08XWM5RJ1/daymusik everywhere else: https://linktr.ee/daymusik

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vegasbillionaire · 2 years

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bondaged9ngel · 2 months

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Let’s see our future together 🔮✨

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nuclearspring · 1 month

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okay. yeah. adding cooper howard and albert cole.

#ooc.#my lack of restraint wrt writing west coast fallout guys never ceases to amaze me.#catch me picking up the king next #(that was a joke i'm not going to do that)#(he's FAR too reasonable)#idk why i said west coast.#i mean that is accurate to these two but not to the nevadans.#ygwim tho.

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plasma-packin-mama · 1 year

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Making a moodboard for Delilah is so hard bc they do not have a cohesive or appealing aesthetic + their theme color is not remotely associated with any of the actual things in their story

#nevadan grease monkey who likes big lasers and Purple #oh ok lemme just throw that together and make it look good yeah dont worry no problem #why did i do this

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applesontheground · 2 years

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i take your ‘Doc Halloran's brief mention of Leslie being in Reno’ and raise you a ‘the man's a Nevadan/has family ties in Nevada’.

you shall take this headcanon out of my cold dead hands.

#headcanons #leslie vernon #🐾#based on a convo i had with bex earlier #signed in pink glitter ink by a nevadan (me)#because i want slasher rep and i want it to be one of my favorites

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there-goes-trouble · 3 months

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#okay no bc why do californians/nevadans wanna recreate the donner party so damn bad?#what is THE APPEAL im asking yall #a 'mass amt of vehicles' are stuck in donner pass rn bc even tho the weather says you shouldnt travel ppl rly #like badly wanna get stuck up there ig #anyway remember to have emergency kit in ur car and stuff

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unfortunate-development · 1 year

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you people dont even know those coordinates i tagged are area 51

#quick facts: area 51 is in nevada. area 51 is like. groom lake.#google maps is a coward. it says groom lake its fucking area 51 #.communications array #felt like i needed to post this after my friend (hi golden) just found out area 51 isnt in new mexico... not my nevadan ass going insane

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bloodpen-to-paper · 2 years

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meme’s a bit late (heh like nevada) but thought I’d commemorate

#@ nevadans issa joke i love yall <3 #but fr if anyone has an explanation for why it tends to come in much later id love to know #politics #us politics #midterms #election #nevada

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hypbaest · 2 years

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ok nevada?

#after all that drama in 2020 they said let us clear things up #nevadans like i did not vote for any of these people. LMAOOOO #2022 #mm.txt

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tarantula-hawk-wasp · 2 years

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Obsessed with the rural Nevada of this season

#holly watches stranger things #as a rural Nevadan

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bondaged9ngel · 27 days

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Rainy days and gloom⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

#some type of gothic #rainyday #gothic coquette #gloomy coquette #my pics #tim burton #horror #goth style #creepy cute #gloomy #coquette #lights camera action #nymph aesthetic #lizzy grant #nevadan gothic #goth coquette #Spotify #grunge

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mediumgayitalian · 11 days

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For a moment there is absolutely nothing. No one moves, no one blinks, no one breathes. The rain stops, sunlight pouring slowly through the dusty room, but no one so much as twitches, cemented in position. Medusa could walk in and stare at them all and no difference would be made. There is nothing but the muffled chatter of the news program, and the sound of Will fracturing.

“—end of the rainy front! Nothing now but sunny days and warm fronts from the south, John, things are looking up —”

There is no sudden break where everyone jumps into movement, hovering over Will, clicking off the TV, running for Chiron. There is only silence. Silence, except the chirping of the birds from outside, hopping around for worms, and the upbeat chatter of the news anchor, and the rustle of Will’s shirt against his shorts as his entire body trembles.

“Will,” Nico says, except his voice is so hoarse he doesn’t say anything at all except a punched out exhale from his own chest.

In his head Nico stands. In his head he is calm, hands steady, voice clear, as he says let’s get to the hospital, as he guides him gently up, as he walks him out. In his head they make their way to Savannah General ask for Naomi’s room and find her recovering. In his head he handles things.

In reality Will makes a gaping, choking sound, like his organs have slithered up his throat and splattered on the floor. Like he has been flipped inverse. It is a sound like bone snapping, like scissors slicing, like thread unravelling fiber by fiber. He bends slowly over, until his knees touch his chest, until his hand-covered face hits the floor; he looks, startlingly, like the Algea, like the Statue of the Woman Grieving, hair curtaining his face, except for the speck of lint on the back of his shirt. A single little speck, that ruins the image. The Statue of the Woman Grieving, plus a speck. A chip.

“Mama,” he chokes out, and Nico flinches, a full, bodied thing.

Mama.

Ozone. Burning; burnt marble, burnt air, burnt flesh. Taste or pennies. Stale, frigid stillness.

Mama.

Father’s shimmering suit, quietly gaping mouth; Bianca’s wide, black eyes, blinking, blinking, blinking.

Mama.

Will makes the noise again, a horribly grinding groan, as a cry rips itself out of his chest, as air is yanked slowly through his vocal chords like the chain cranked around a tow truck. His eyes stay glued to the TV screen, hands fallen limp and open-palmed in front of him, turned to the heavens. His face is blank but the sounds don’t stop, they pour out of him, steady stream, rusted chain, beating heart. Nausea churns Nico’s stomach and saliva floods his mouth, like it did on the drive to the Lotus, when they passed a Nevadan slaughterhouse. Will sounds like he is being butchered.

“Mama,” he moans again, and this time there is a gag, this time someone jerks, out of the corner of his eye, darts out of the room. Retching echoes follows them, and then, quickly, clotting hooves, practiced and speedy. The doorframe creaks as someone hunches under it, walks through the threshold.

“…Children?” Children, children children; Mama, mamachildren, mothers, babies. “Will? What’s —”

The muscles in Nico’s body contract of their own accord, springing him forward. Upright. Diaphragm up, lungs in; out, inout. Quadriceps contract, release. Again.

“Will,” he tries, and this time it works. His tongue forms the word and it tumbles from his lips, bouncing off the floor, resting somewhere twisted in his hands. “Will, c’mon, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

Will doesn’t actually move. He doesn’t shift or stand. Nico doubts that he can. But he lets Nico manoeuvre him, and manages to put one foot in front of the other as Nico guides them, hand on the small of his back, across the room. Chiron moves back as they approach, and when Nico looks there is something in his eyes, something he has seen twice, now; dancing along the reflection of the pyre’s flame. A simmering kind of grief, a stilted, shut-off beg.

“Kayla,” Nico murmurs, pausing at the door, “Austin, c’mon.”

He doesn’t wait for them to move, but hears them, joints creaking along with the couch, footsteps even and robotic as a metronome following him down the hall, through the meeting room, over the porch. Across the common and to the ancient garage in the back, to the wet gleam of the van.

Will doesn’t make any more sounds.

They pile soundlessly into the van, Kayla and Austin crawling into the back seat, legs hooked at the ankle, fingers clenched until they’re bloodless. Nico settles against the threadbare driver’s seat and adjusts the rearview before he realizes that Will hasn’t moved; stands rigid, hands twitching in front of him, one shoe sliding slowly into a mud puddle.

Nico climbs nimbly across the dash, pushing the passenger door open and staring, for a moment, at Will. His mouth moves, ever so slightly, but the blankness hasn’t shifted from his face, and staring into his eyes makes Nico feel like he’s small in the dead centre of the Grand Canyon. Like there is nothing for miles ahead of him but empty air and the memory of rushing water.

“C’mon,” he says quietly.

Will does not move. His shoe slips, slightly forward, and he jerks along without, knee slamming into the dented metal of the door. Kayla flinches.

Nico pushes the door open again and stretches out as far as his arms will let him, fingertips brushing Will’s knuckles. With a tug he has him stumbling forward, barely catching himself on the seat, twisting by memory alone to situate himself properly. His head dips, low, like a wind-up toy rattling to its end, like a marionette drooping from behind the final curtain. Austin untangles himself from the back, reaching over and stretching the seatbelt around his brother, clicking it into place. He holds his hand there, waiting a beat, before shifting it to rest over Will’s.

“We’ll figure it out,” he whispers. “I brought — some salves.”

Nico chokes back a sudden and violent sob. He is reminded, right then, that Austin is eleven years old. He is also reminded that Will was eleven, the first time he lost.

He peels down the hill fast enough the whole car jerks, and speeds onto the road.

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#austin lake i love you actually #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #will solace angst #grief #pjo hoo toa #my writing #fic #longpost

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blazepandaartz · 6 months

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Nevadan's when they’re bored amirite?

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there-goes-trouble · 9 months

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impulse to allow myself to sleepwalk and just do a whole day and just see what happens 🎲🃏🎰

#i dont gamble but i am filled w the very nevadan need to *feel* something

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