#100th window

[zegalba]

Massive Attack '100th Window' (2003) Photography: Nick Knight

#massive attack #100th Window #art #sculpture #statue #glass #shattered #nick night #photography #2003

[ruinedholograms]

Massive Attack

#2000s #music #cd #album art #compact disc #art #massive attack #robert del naja #100th window #grant marshall #jewel case #trip hop #electronica #butterfly caught #hologram parade

[disease]

MASSIVE ATTACK // SPEED OF DARK @ 100TH WINDOW TOUR, 2004

‘Speed of Dark’ was produced during 2001/02 with intention to be included on The Matrix: Reloaded soundtrack. However, the music supervisor for the soundtrack, Jason Bentley, changed his mind and opted for the soundtrack to have a more ‘nu-metal’ vibe to it—thus leaving Massive Attack out of it completely. It eventually debuted live on their 2003/04 tour, but never received an official release thereafter.

#audio #massive attack #trip hop #downtempo #unreleased #rare #speed of dark #100th window #00s #electronic #music #u #HEAVY REPEAT

[saramencken]

Via @MassiveAttackUK

#blue lines #protection #mezzanine #100th window #heligoland #daddy g #robert del naja #mushroom

[the-entangler]

Everywhen

#youtube #massive attack #100th window

[djfrankk]

Das (un-)geliebte Album ist 20

Massive Attack - 100th Window (07.11.2023, Album Review)

„...digital paranoia, political tumult and anti-war sentiment...“ (Ed Power, The Independent, „Misunderstood masterpiece or unmitigated disaster? Massive Attack’s 100th Window at 20“)

Zu diesem Album gibt es keine Feierlichkeiten, keine Rückblicke (Ausnahme siehe oben), keine Wiederveröffentlichung mit Special-Edition-Bonus-Tracks. Nicht einmal der Tod von Sinead O'Connor hat die Tracks in meiner Bubble wieder sichtbar(-er) gemacht. Schon zur Zeit der Veröffentlichung wurde das Album eher kritisch aufgenommen. Lt. meiner Erinnerung schrieb der Kurier damals, dass die drei Songs mit O'Connor die besten des Albums waren. Bei einer Live-Review war der Kurier froh, dass gegen Ende der Show Lieder der früheren Alben auf der Setlist waren. Visions beschrieb es so: „Mag sein, dass das hier der Tiefpunkt im Schaffen der Band ist, dennoch befindet man sich hier auf einem verdammt hohen Niveau.“

Ich sehe es anders: Seit 20 Jahren ist 100th Window eines meiner Lieblingsalben.

Mitte der Nuller Jahre habe ich mich durch Noise Rock, Post- und Industrial Metal gekämpft. Die ewig langen und ewig langsamen Songs von 100th Window fanden vielleicht deshalb instant ihren Platz in meinem Kanon. Und genau deswegen nicht im allgemeinen Kanon.

Was mich zuerst beeindruckt hat, war die Bassline von „Special Cases“. Dunkel und kalt genug um einen MTV-Trailer für Rock am Ring 2003 zu untermalen. Das zweite: Die Empfehlung eines Freundes als Soundtrack für zweisame Stunden. Dann die Faszinationen für den verzerrten Nicht-Gesang, Nicht-Rap von 3D. Die Drums, die weder TripHop, Rock, noch Dance sind. Und dann wieder „Special Cases“, über dessen Text von Sinead O'Connor habe ich Stunden lang gegrübelt habe. Am 10.04.2010 hat ein Freund das Musikvideo zum Song auf Facebook geteilt und ich habe folgendes drunterkommentiert:

Happy Birthday (Sorry I'm late ... 10.02.2023)!

#album review #review #trip hop #massive attack #100th window #electronic music #music #album

[mitjalovse]

Massive Attack had an impressive run of albums during the 90's from their debut single on. They had to stumble eventually, right? Well, they did like most of their peers in the noughts, though they did try to make something good. Look, 100th Window is a work of an outfit close to a breaking point and the entire thing should be called a Robert Del Naja solo album, but there are moments, where you notice they had the correct plan, they just lacked the capacity at the time to achieve that. You can notice the entire LP struggles to reach the heights they did before, because the latter seemed to be on their minds a lot. Thus, 100th Window feels like an approximation of Massive Attack, i.e. you can recognize the form, yet the content remains missing.

#massive attack #100th window #special cases #3d #robert del naja #sinead o'connor #neil davidge #00's music #Trip Hop

[jhalya]

🪟🦖 WCH is out shopping for boys' night.

💯 It's my 100th chapter!!! Thank you for all the encouragement! It's not always easy to make it in a new fandom and I often feel like an imposter, but I am happy if I bring a sliver of happiness!

🔗Read on AO3.

#haladriel #professional window cleaner hal #meets amateur matchmaker cel #it's my 100th chapter!!! #thank you for everyone who kudo-ed reblogged and reviewed my silliness #you have made me veryyyy happy #the tides of fate

[project-sekai-facts]

Pre-wandasho channel commentary

This is gonna be a thing now. Anyway, Toya and Minori fans it looks like it's gonna be your turn this month! I also reccomend saving if you're a fan of Honami, Saki or Emu, since one or more of them will probably be featured on the end-of-May limited (wedding) banner!

Why not An even though Jiena's there? Let me offer you this explanation that will probably get proven wrong on the 24th:

The other event next month will be MMJ. WxS has a Nene banner in 3 days so the events have to be for the other units on stream.

The An event will be a 2DMV, which means that out of MMJ, she only pairs with Haruka (who needs a 3DMV).

but Haruka just had a banner, so we can probably rule her out. Prsk has only run two banners for the same character this close toegther once before (Island Panic and CGO were 4 events apart)

Toya, on the other hand, can be paired up with Minori (or Shizuku but she's less likely) due to needing a 3DMV and 2DMV respectively. And hey look, Yuichan's going to be on this stream.

Prsk also has this habit of just setting up major plot arcs and then ignoring them for several events (Vivid Old Tale -> Kick it up a notch with the Nagi stuff as one example (which still hasn't been resolved lmao)). This isn't always true but I'm scraping the bottom of the bucket to prove it's a Toya event.

If they devs decide they don't care about evening out MV types anymore you can disregard literally everything in this post including the tags. Or if they decide to spam permanent Haruka banners. Either or.

#oh my god shiho really is going to do 100th event #july is probably Shiho (3dmv) and either Emu or Rui (2dmv). Personally I think Emu just so WxS can finally shuffle their event order. #also bc Rui is extremely consistent with late october events and he has no lim banners and wxs needs a 2nd lim event. window of opportunity #but who knows lmao #mod talks #oh also akito kohane fes cards next month probably. i have a hunch. #speculation

[sibelin]

Fave massive attack albums?

hi anon!!

to everyone surprise, i'm going to say mezzanine first 😂 100th window would be a close second. then i'd say, heligoland, protection and the last one would be blue line :)

i'm not sure i remember all the albums in their entirety though, i haven't listened to some of these in years!

#but fr i've listened to mezzanine since i was a child so it's a lot of nostalgia #and i am very attached to some of the songs from 100th window.... #ask

[dumpinggroundfornonsense]

*Jason breaking into Dicks apartment through a window to find Dick filling out forms*

Dick: Jason for the 100th time. Just use the key I gave you.

Jason: You said that was for emergencies. This isn’t one. I’m bored. What are you doing?

Dick: *sigh* My taxes. Like you should be.

Jason: Oh I don’t do taxes.

Dick: Jason you have to do your taxes.

Jason: No I don’t. I died.

Dick: … Ah you’re no longer dead?

Jason: Legally speaking Jason Todd is dead and still buried in Gotham. One of the many victims of street poverty. RIP to him and more importantly his need to do taxes.

Dick: I hate you.

Jason: Don’t speak ill of the dead Richard.

#batfam #dick grayson #jason todd

[luv4berry]

Can you pls make one abt miles and yn getting into a very heated argument and she slaps him for saying smth outrageous and then she leaves and he climbs into her window after a few hours and tries to work it out with her

anything for you.

earth 42!miles morales x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you go over to miles practically drenched in another man's cologne, and he jumps to conclusions all too quickly.

GENRE: fluff to angst to fluff.

WARNINGS: bickering/arguing, physical contact made by reader, jealous miles, cursing, kissing/making out, suggestive (?) miles calling women females (this needs a trigger warning in itself), CORNYYY

AUTHORS NOTE: yo why this tumblr shit lowkey fun? + this is my first request agagaa thank you!! omg and i hit 200?? and my eyes only is almost at 2k notes wtf r y’all onnnn?? anyways thank you for requesting! i didn’t make miles say anything too outrageous just so he could redeem himself later on, hope you like it!

“you look so good,” your boyfriend says for what seems like the 100th time today, his large hands immediately dropping to your bare waist, fidgeting with your waist beads as he leans in to mold your lips, a smile gracing his face when you return his affection.

“all mine.” he mutters as he intensifies the kiss, his hands approaching the waist band of his boxers that you’ve claimed as your own. when he lifts your feet off the ground, the heels of your feet lock around his back, a giggle escaping your lips when he lays you down on his bed. you pull away from him, laying the palms of your hands on his chest to keep him away when he pursues your lips once more.

“miles, we can’t make out all day.” you giggle, running your manicured fingers down his chest.

“says who?” he buries his head in the crevice between your neck and shoulder, leaving wet kisses along the space when he suddenly pauses.

he removes his head from the crevice, sitting up to which you follow.

“baby,” you hum in acknowledgement, “where’d you go today?” he questions you, a hint of an indistinguishable emotion in his voice.

“just here, why?” you question him, running your nails up and down his neck. a look of confusion immediately sweeps over your features when he calmly removes your hand from his body.

“cause you smell like somebody been rubbing all up on you.” he looks you up and down, leaning in to now smell your clothes, hair, neck, anything within the perimeter really.

he pulls back, “who were you with?” his expression solidified.

“nobody, i swear i don’t know why i smell.” you reason with him, genuinely confused as well.

“oh? so the smell just magically took over your hair and your clothes?”

he completely gets up from his position next to you, hovering over you. “y/n, i know im not tripping, who the hell was rubbing up on you and why’s the smell so strong? that’s what we doin’ now? and then you got the audacity to bring your ass over to my house, lay in my bed, and wear my clothes.”

“what are you implying?” you scowl at him, now rising to your own feet.

“im implying that you forreal out here fucking on other dudes when you got a whole ass boyfriend.”

the next few moments go by swiftly and mindlessly, but the scorching sensation left in the palm of your left hand enables you to process what just happened almost immediately; you slapped him. though, not an ounce of regret filled your tank of emotions, adrenaline being the only identifiable one.

“i don’t know who the hell you’re talking to but it can’t be me, how dare you?” you glare at him, the imprint of your palm already making its mark on his face, the surrounding skin blemishing. “when have i ever done something like that to you?”

“today, apparently.” he mumbles under his breath, caressing the skin of his cheek to soothe the discomfort.

you look at him like he’s just grown 3 heads before silently walking over to the corner of his room, pulling his graphic tee over your shoulders. you immediately lunge it at him, same with his boxers, bracelets, his necklace, anything of his that is currently making contact with you. you zip up your navy blue hoodie, slipping your sweatpants over your bare legs.

you bring your tote bag over your shoulder, making your way towards his window which he currently guards, glaring at you from where you stand.

“miles, get the hell out my way before i pop you in your mouth next.”

“i want his name and address, you not going anywhere till i get an answer.”

you flail your arms in his face, “are you deaf or just stupid? there is no “him” because the only person i been rubbing up on is you!”

“baby, i don’t smell like no cheap ass cologne.”

“don’t call me that, move!” you raise your voice, stepping up to him.

“what’s his name?”

“you’re crazy.” you scoff, instead bolting for the front door. you’re mindful of mama rio cooking in the kitchen, slipping past quietly as to not raise any suspicion. though, you do bid her a quiet farewell, yet even when you slip out the front door with a smile on your face she knows something isn’t right by the way miles isn’t trailing behind you.

“miles, qué pasó?” she calls out from the kitchen, wiping her hands down her apron and subtly knocking on her sons door before entering.

“it’s nothing.” he calls back, digging his cheek into his pillow to prevent his mother from spotting the blossoming blemish. he didn’t want to explain how he got you so worked up that you slapped him to his mother, or anyone for that matter.

“it’s nothing? invite her over for dinner tonight.” rio arches her brow, taking a seat next to her son on the bed.

“we aren’t on good terms right now.” he sighs out, rubbing his hands over his eyes.

“even more of a reason to invite her over, right?” rio says, making her way out of his bedroom before miles could come up with a rebuttal.

he lazily grabs his phone when it pings, though when he realizes the message is from you, he throws it on the floor until the phone pings with a second message. he groans loudly swiping open your messages.

one attachment

next time don’t make stupid assumptions you dick

the photo captioned was of a half empty cologne bottle you had probably found somewhere in your home, miles heart immediately dropping to his stomach.

okay, maybe he fucked up a teensy tiny bit.

when you got home, you racked your brain for a possible explanation as to why you smelled like anything other than your boyfriend. you were stumped till your brother had walked past you, the aroma that had gotten miles so worked up earlier clouding your senses immediately.

you lay on the pad of your tummy on your king sized bed, your irritable mood causing a burning sensation to spread throughout your body. though it may not be displayed through your face, you were absolutely livid. after all you’ve done for him, this is what you got in return, his unprecedented allegations.

sure it was reasonable to be suspicious, but to outright accuse you? you’ve never given him any reason not to trust you, reassuring him whenever he needed it. had your words not been enough? what about your gestures? what about the times you’d cuddle up with him in bed, sleepily muttering words like “im yours,” or “i belong to you, miles.” had that not been enough?

your jittering thoughts are interrupted by a newfound presence in the corner of your room, the peripherals of your eye capturing those twin braids that you adore so much.

“nuh uh, get the hell up outta here.” you sit up, pointing back towards the window.

“deadass?” he raises both brows, staring at you dead in the eyes.

“deadass.” you return the gesture.

“nah.” he climbs into bed with you, settling his arm over your waist.

“im being serious miles, get out. don’t touch me either.” you pick up his arm as if it’s diseased, laying it over his stomach.

“you don’t like it when i touch on you?” he says in a sultry voice, and you roll your eyes.

“ma, listen to me,” he grabs your chin meeting you at eye level, your brows still furrowed out of anger. when your eyes meet his, any foreign sense of anger evaporates from your system, turning to putty in his hands, no matter how much you tried to fight it.

“you’re so pretty baby,” he kisses your downturned lips once.

“why you look so mad?” he ignorantly questions you, kissing your lips once more.

“baby smile for me?” he squishes your cheeks, yet he’s still met with silence till you finally part your lips.

“this isn’t helping your case by the way.” you roll your eyes at his obvious attempts to bribe you.

“alright, what if i came to you smelling like some other female? you wouldn’t like that huh?” he attempts to reason with you.

“i came to you smelling like my brother? and even then if you came to me smelling like some girl i would conduct a thorough investigation first.” you side eye him.

“how was i supposed to know it was your brother? i didn’t even know he was back.”

“he got back this morning, i gave him a hug and he must’ve rubbed off on me.”

“you didn’t tell me all that. so what i gotta do for you to believe im sorry, hm?” he climbs on top of you, following your darting eyes with his own.

“buy me a pandora bracelet.” you joke.

he perks up, “on god? baby i buy you jordans every other day, the hell is a bracelet?”

“i mean i was joking but you serious?”

“you didn’t know that i’d do anything for you?”

“you’re corny boooo, leave me alone.” you push his head away from yours, your facade breaking when a smile plays at your lips.

“y/n?”

“hm?”

“why do you hit so hard?”

“what do you mean?” you ask him, your outburst from earlier had completely left your mind. he turns to the side, and your eyes widen as they lay upon the imprint of your hand slowly fading,

“oh shit,” you wince, inspecting the damage of your earlier actions.

you throw the blanket off your legs, sitting on your knees to inspect further. you silently grab his hand, heading towards your bathroom as you slowly feel guilt begin to stir inside you.

“stay here.” he watches as you disappear into the hallway, coming back with a frozen pack of peas. you hold it up to his cheek for him, fiddling with the ends of his braids as you repeatedly check for signs of the bruising going away.

“im sorry miles, i shouldn’t have hit you.”

he hums in acknowledgment of your apology, parting his lips to speak. “it’s okay, i like them aggressive.”

a smile threatens your lips, your hand going up to cover your mouth to keep your false facade up.

“nah why you keep smiling?” he grabs your wrist, pulling your hand down to stare at you intently.

“stop that.” you attempt to straighten out your face.

it’s silent for the next few moments as you adjust the frozen peas seeing that the bruise had almost completely faded.

“y/n, you know im being forreal when i say i’d do anything for you, right?”

“yeah, i know.”

love, berry.

#miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #atsv miles #atsv x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales

[greatooglymooglyyy]

Bone Tired- Matt Sturniolo

a/n: since i did chris, might as well do matt. i think i like writing these. send me requests if you want and let me know what you think? also there is a bonnet mention cus y'know... i'm mixed. idk

contains: fluff, cussing, light kissing, alludes to sex but nothing on page, established relationship, 800+ words

I groan as I wake up from the feeling of suddenly being way too cold. I glance over to my left, where, of course, Matt has rolled the entire damn duvet around himself like a burrito. I sigh and check my phone for the time. 8:34am. Might as well get up, I guess. I sit up, getting ready to slide out of bed, when I feel something tug me backwards. Matt pulls me into his side and back under the covers before curling around me.

“Where are you going?” He asks, voice still thick with sleep and his eyes barely cracked.

“Ohhhhh, so you wake up when I'm getting out of bed but not when I'm over here freezing to death for half the night?” I joke, snuggling my head into the crook of his neck.

“That’s on you; it’s eat or get eaten in this blanket game.” He says back, a hint of a smile in his voice.

“I really do have to get up soon. I have plans this morning.”

“Do they involve leaving this bed?”

“Bro-”

He makes the wrong answer buzzing sound and I fight back my laugh.

“Matty.”

“Better. Still no.”

I’m silent for a few seconds before I play my favorite card. I face him, weaving my fingers through his hair, and whisper softly, “Baby.” And I watch him melt, like he does every single time. "I don't like pet names,” my ass.

“When’re you coming back?” He asks, leaning in close and dropping kisses down the side of my jaw.

“Tonight.”

He sighs and untangles his body from mine. “I feel like I never see you in the daylight anymore.” He says as he slips out of bed and stretches.

“I know. I know. It's busy season at work, and they are killing me.” I say, following him out of bed into the bathroom. He turns the shower on while I start to brush my teeth. When I’m finished, I look into the mirror and meet his eyes, finding him leaning on the wall and watching me.

“You know you can quit, right?" He says, for maybe the 100th time this month. I roll my eyes and turn to him, preparing to give him my whole independent woman spiel. But as soon as I open my mouth, he cuts me off.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re Hercules. Shut up. The water is hot. Come on."

I laugh and lift my arms, letting him peel my shirt off for me then follow him into the shower.

***********

I turn my car off with a sigh and lay my head against the steering wheel, trying to convince myself to get out of the car. After 15 hours straight of dealing with the most annoying customers the world could hand me, walking seems like a big ask from me right now. I tap my hand against the steering wheel, wondering how much my back would suffer if I just slept here tonight.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I look out my window to see Matt looking in equal parts annoyed and concerned. I unlock my door, and he swings it open, leaning his head in.

“Are you insane? Chris said he heard you pull up 20 minutes ago. Why are you just sitting in a car at night in Los Angeles? Do I look like fucking Batman to you? If you go missing, all I can do for you is cry.” He rants, reaching around me to undo my seatbelt.

“Sorry.” I say, my words almost slurring from how tired I am.

He pauses, probably expecting way more attitude from me. “Alright. Come on. Let’s get you in bed."

He pulls me out of the car and picks me up like I'm a small child. I lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes, appreciating how lucky I got with him. When we’re back in his room, he puts me down on the bed, goes to my drawer to find my favorite big t-shirt, and hands it to me.

“You got this part, or you want the full toddler experience?” He jokes, already heading off to the bathroom.

"You've never had any problem undressing me before.” I shoot back as I finish slipping it on and crawling under the covers. He laughs and comes back with my bonnet, makeup remover, and moisturizer in tow.

I look up at him with what has to be the goofiest smile on my face, and he scrunches his face up at me as he begins taking my makeup off.

“What?” He says, his tongue slightly out as he focuses on getting off my mascara.

“You love me.” I whisper, half to myself.

I feel him pause his movement for a second as my statement rattles him, but he quickly recovers. He continues as if he didn’t hear me, but I catch the slightest smile on his face before I can’t keep my eyes open anymore.

“Very evident, kid.”

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo oneshots #matt sturniolo fluff #sturniolo fluff #nick sturniolo

[yamuraiiha]

Lucy Steel on my brain and in my heart!!!

#me going over her character analysis in my head for the 100th time staring out the car window as conan gray plays in my headphones!! ^_^ #if anyone wants to send me asks abt her.....wink wink nudge nudge #i just!!! <3 Lucy sm!!!! #live laugh love lucy <3333 #jay talks

[neeshachar]

On my 100th reread of tgcf (I'm halfway through the first book) I am only now realising how much of a romantic Xie Lian is.

I thought the only line that indicated his nature was during the seaside "what matters is you, not the state of you" conversation where Xie Lian said "there were very difficult times in my life where I imagined if someone could see me like that and still love me. I still don't know if there would be anyone like that". But this is way later in the 3rd book and before that I hadn't imagined Xie Lian wanting someone to love him.

But I am now realising its outright clear from the beginning. In the first quest, Xie Lian enters the tea shop and looks out the window, noticing how beautiful the scenery was and his first thought was "this would be such a nice place for lovers' chance encounters" and immediately after that he has in own meet-cute with the butterfly.

Later, as he is led out of the bridal sedan by Hua Cheng, he is constantly thinking how great a husband Hua Cheng would be, "considerate, patient, loving" etc etc. Xie Lian enjoyed playing the bride then. He was thinking "oh it would be so nice if this were real, and this man was my husband". You cannot tell me that Hua Cheng was the only one swooning at the hand holding.

I see so many posts and edits of Hua Cheng being whipped from the start, but honestly Xie Lian was falling in love right from Mount Yujun. He knows nothing of the man but from one romantic encounter he remembers the boot bells so fondly and decides "he was soft with me. I like him". I know it's mxtx's doing and all but there is still something to be said when the story is narrated entirely in Xie Lian's head that every interaction XL has with San Lang that onwards is painted so romantically. Xie Lian is a romantic, it didn't take him long to fall hard and love Hua Cheng on purpose.

#I suppose this inspires bigger discussions on his abstinence and how in all those years he didn't love anyone else #or about his sexuality if he knew that in youth he didn't like women #Inspired by an edit I saw of them on “Can't Help Falling in Love” #“wise men say only fools rush in” when it is truly the og wise old man XL rushing in first #XL fell first? Can i say that? Actually idc I *will* say that #tgcf #tgcf xie lian #tgcf hua cheng #tgcf hualian #heaven official's blessing

[clamorybus]

10 years later, night vale still means the world to me

#cecilos probably was the first healthy gay romance i remember #and even outside of that the show itself was so grounding for me #even when it was scary it was still comforting #idk how to describe it #but listening to it on youtube as a teen. laying in my bed. the warm summer breeze blowing through the window #it was the best feeling in the world #it all felt so real in ways i can't describe #again i can understand if someone doesn't vibe with wtnvs brand of horror but theres so much more to it #so SO much more #wtnv #i really need to catch up. like jesus #i don't think ive listened to it since the 100th episode #and not even on purpose life just got in the way