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bonebandit · 1 year

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hermann abt newt

#newmann #hermann gottlieb #newton geiszler #pacific rim #bonebabble #author is lindy west from The Witches are Coming #replace trumpet with like kaiju science

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victusinveritas · 3 months

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From The Witches are Coming by Lindy West.

#quotes #trumpet #lindy west

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talestoenlighten · 9 months

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Chet Baker fighting demons with the smooth sounds of West Coast Jazz in our original volume of TALES TO ENLIGHTEN! (art by @james_edward_clark ) check out our Etsy store… volumes 1 and 2, various zines and other merch!

TALES TO ENLIGHTEN, vol.1 and vol.2 -- available now! https://kingmegatrip.etsy.com "Deep philosophical concepts reduced to idiocy"

#comics #comic books #graphic novel #Tales To Enlighten #Chet Baker #west coat jazz #trumpet #jazz #cult #occult #devil #demon #satan #horror #monster #skull #skeleton #pyramid #illuminati

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stanford-photography · 6 months

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Chet Baker the “Prince of Cool” By Jeff Stanford, 2023

Buy prints at: https://jeff-stanford.pixels.com/

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tonys-art-n-stuff · 1 month

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Fireclaw ba ba da bada ba

#theres a running joke #fireclaw #im playing bad on purpose #for the memes #horizon forbidden west #fireball *cue trumpets*#also #this was done on my phone #thats why the sound might be funny

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crazy-maracuya · 2 months

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The Jews of Medina to the prophet(pbuh): Jibril(Gabriel)? You mean you got the revelations from the war angel?

Me reading the section: The what? The who?

#they can be warriors and messenger yes.#but in the west its commonly known that Michael is more of a warrior than Gabriel (who is more of a messenger)#whereas here is kinda the opposite actually (mikal is seen as more mercyful and actually connected to nature whereas Jibril #/Jibreel/Gabriel. He is seen as more of a warrior. which. understandable due to his name mwaning the power of god #Its also funny how Israfil’s and Raphael are suppsed to be the equivalent of one aanother when raphael is mostly consiering as a healer #and israfil is mostly known for blowing the trumpet when the end times come #anyways #angels #angelology #archangels #archangel gabriel

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vandaliatraveler · 2 years

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This is one of our glorious native honeysuckles, trumpet honeysuckle (Lonicera sempervirens), also known as coral honeysuckle, blooming its heart out at the West Virginia Botanic Garden earlier today. As I think about the devastation wrought on our native wildlands by the invasive Asian bush honeysuckles (Lonicera maackii, tatarica, and morrowii), I’m amazed and appalled that these horrific imports are still available via mail order and even from Amazon, for Christ’s sake. Indeed, woodlands throughout the Northeast and Midwest are paying a terrible price for some truly irresponsible gardening decisions. If you want a beautiful, cold-resistant climber for a wall or a fence, then go with sempervirens instead - it’s a wonderful choice not only for its beautiful blooms and foliage but for its high wildlife value as well.

#appalachia #vandalia #west virginia #plant native #lonicera sempervirens #trumpet honeysuckle #coral honeysuckle #west virginia botanic garden #tibbs run preserve

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lexamushexamus · 1 year

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i’ve seen elongated muskrat for musk and trumpet for trump, but i have yet to see any degrading nicknames for kanye west or andrew tate or any of the gender criticals. thoughts?

#kanye west #donald trump #elon musk #andrew tate #elongated muskrat #trumpet #but like seriously?#we need to get them bad names so we can stop referring to them by their full fucking names #calling someone by their full name is a sign of respect #i do not respect any of these fuckers.#*

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rafikny · 7 months

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“Your looks are laughable, unphotographable, yet you're my favorite work of art. Is your figure less than Greek, is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak, are you smart?”

~ Chet Baker

#chet baker #jazzphotography #trumpet #cool jazz #west coast

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nik-nefarious · 2 years

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Find/Follow

#chet baker #west coast jazz #cool jazz #bebop #prince of cool #spotify #playlist #Nik's Road Mix #trumpet #Spotify

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wastedcan96 · 1 year

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almostlookedhuman · 3 months

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#mtg #trumpeting carnosaur #ixalan #grant-west

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awkwardaro · 10 months

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I feel like post-war music in fallout would have a lot of percussion and vocals. Especially on the east coast where there aren't many people producing consumer goods

#like in the ncr youd have actual bands with complex instruments #but the east coast is in so much worse shape than the west #i dont imagine many guitars and trumpets surviving 200 years

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arockcirclewithinacircle · 1 year

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youtube

#west side story #zik #trumpet #Youtube

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dewdropdinosaur · 2 months

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Hazbin Having Blues

ALASTOR x READER

Summary: You and Alastor hate each other in every respect. But what if something did help you get along?

Warnings: NONE.

This is kind of a backstory for my fic 'Only for You' based on the line "how you get got along in the first place" and inspired by @anon-of-the-void

Requests are still open!!!

The Hazbin Hotel was a bustling haven for lost souls seeking redemption, but amidst the chaos and colorful characters, a particularly unique dynamic brewed between Alastor, the Radio Demon, and the new arrival…you.

The animosity between you and Alastor was palpable since day one, with every interaction echoing with sharp, witty remarks that cut through the air like daggers.The constant banter between you both created an uncomfortable atmosphere within the hotel, much to the dismay of the optimistic and ever-hopeful Charlie. Despite the young Moringstar’s best efforts to foster a sense of unity and camaraderie, the stalemate in this war of words persisted. Alastor, with his charismatic and devilish charm, found himself enjoying to harp down upon what he saw to be a gross naivety and unmannerly conduct. Meanwhile, you were a soul unafraid to stand up to the radio demon's antics, viewing him as nothing more than a pompous and insufferable presence.

Simply, Alastor and yourself had developed a fierce dislike for each other. The verbal sparring matches were legendary within the walls of the hotel, often leaving other residents uncomfortable and seeking refuge from the bickering.

Insulting conversations include but are not limited to:

“Well, well, if it isn't the radio demon himself. Did you run out of jazz records to torture people with?” “Ah, my dear, I always save the best tunes for special occasions. Unlike your taste in humor.”

“Look who decided to join the conversation. Are you here to dazzle us with your sparkling personality?” “Better than your attempt at a fashion statement. Monochromatic stripes, Al? Even Hell has standards.”

“Heard you like to play games, Alastor. How about a round of ‘Guess What My Expression Means’?” “My, my, how thrilling. I'll start: my face means I'm thoroughly unimpressed by your attempts at banter.”

“You know, Y/N, they say laughter is the best medicine. Too bad it can't cure your lack of charm.” “And they say pride goes before a fall. How's the weather down there, high and mighty?”

One evening, however, something changed.

As Alastor wandered the halls, his keen senses picked up on a faint sound emanating from your room. The unmistakable notes of a trumpet played with soulful precision, and a voice as smooth as molasses crooned lyrics that resonated with a timeless elegance. Intrigued, Alastor pressed his ear against the door. Deciding that was not enough, he slunk into the shadows and appeared in the room behind you.

Inside, you sat alone(you thought you were alone at least) immersed in the soothing melodies of Louis Armstrong's "West End Blues." and Etta James “Bye Bye Blackbird” on LPs for the record player you had thrifted. The soulful and jazzy tunes seemed to transport you to another world, away from the chaos of the hotel. Unbeknownst to you, Alastor found himself captivated by the same enchanting spell.

Alastor found himself captivated by the soulful notes. He couldn't help but appreciate the musical talent behind the song. He couldn't deny the care and emotion woven into each note, and for the first time, Alastor recognized something within you that transcended the ongoing feud. That something he wasn’t quite sure what it was but it was…different. Yes, the songs had come out in 1928 and 1926 respectively, he was alive when they graced the radio waves for the first time. Often finding himself tapping along to a beat in Mimzy’s lounge back then. How did you come to know something of such class when he found you to be a peasant in most respects?

But instead of announcing his presence with a snide remark, Alastor leaned against the doorframe, silently appreciating the moment. When the final notes faded away, he couldn't help but admit with a slow clap, "Not bad, Y/N. Not bad at all."

You, startled by his unexpected appearance, yelped and eyed him suspiciously. "What are you doing in my room, radio head?!"

Alastor smirked, his usual air of arrogance softened by a newfound appreciation. "Just thought I'd acknowledge the good taste when I hear it. That Armstrong fellow knows how to play a mean trumpet."

Raising an eyebrow, you were surprised by the change in tone. "Yeah…what about it?"

“Nothing my dear, simply acknowledging. You may not be such a ducky afterall.” Slinking back into the shadows, Alastor disappeared as quickly as he had come.

You were taken aback but managed a nod of acknowledgment. The tension between the two of you began to ease as Alastor, in his own peculiar way, had found common ground through music.

From that day forward, the interactions shifted. While the witty banter persisted, there was a newfound respect lingering in the air, as if the shared appreciation for timeless jazz classics had bridged an unexpected connection between two souls trapped in the chaotic tapestry of the Hazbin Hotel.

Over time, the insults became less frequent, replaced by a begrudging mutual respect. The other residents were astounded by the change, especially Charlie, who believed her intervention had led to a surprising connection between two seemingly incompatible souls.(My apologies dear Morningstar, trust falls and all…simply not the case.)

As Alastor and you had found a shared appreciation for music, discovering that beneath demonic exteriors, there was more to each other than met the eye. Alastor often found himself up in his radio tower, listening to the jazzy tunes he knew would draw you in. And like a very good little pet, as he liked to call you, you would climb the stairs and sit next to him in silence. Listening and tapping your foot along to the beat, only to leave a few hours later. As the time went on, a few weeks or so, conversation slowly filtered into the listening sessions. Turns out…maybe both of your distastes for each other might not have completely founded. Not that you would ever admit that to his face, nor him to yours.

The Hazbin Hotel, once filled with discord, became a place where even the most unlikely friendships could blossom. And maybe, just maybe dear reader, that friendship could be something more. Alastor did look good in monochromatic stripes anyway.

#romance #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fandom #radio killed the video star #request #answered #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #alastor being a petty bitch #louis armstrong #circa 1920 #jazz music #etta james #record player #vizziepop #vinyl #enemies to lovers

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birdstudies · 11 days

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April 14, 2024 - Trumpeter Finch (Bucanetes githagineus) These finches are found in and around deserts, semi-deserts, and open steppes, in a spotty range from northern Africa to parts of West and South Asia. Foraging on the ground in pairs or flocks, they feed on seeds, shoots, and buds, as well as berries, and some insects. Females build nests from twigs, stalks, down, fibers, grass, hair, and sometimes feathers in shallow depressions in the ground under rocks, shrubs, or grass tussocks, in walls or other structures, or in cavities between rocks. Both parents care for the chicks.

#trumpeter finch #finch #bucanetes githagineus #bird #birds #illustration #art #desert #birblr art

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