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b1rds3ye · 8 months

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a farah or valeria × reader perhaps? love ur writing btw ^_^

THANK YOU ANON!! Ngl I would've preferred more detail but I needed to write something for the gals ✌️

Taking What’s Mine

With the 141 being done with Valeria, she’s handed off to you and the Vaqueros to be sent to custody. You should have known better than thinking she would forget you.

Pairing: Valeria Garza x GN!Reader

Genre: Drama, Canon-Compliant, Enemies to more

Word Count: 2.1 k

Warning: Canon typical violence, yandere-ish Valeria? (Valeria's just generally a menace but better safe than sorry)

A/N: Italic sentences are meant to be characters talking in Spanish

You hop out of the driver’s seat of the black transport van to open the back door. Pulling back the door, you offer a mock bow, knowing whoever is entering is the infamous cartel leader, a rabid animal now restrained.

You barely have time to look as Alejandro all but shoves the package into the back seats. Only when you’re behind the package do you peer into the van at the poison of Las Almas. Turning around, she locks eyes with you. Your hesitation is quickly masked as you put your hands on your hips.

So this was the famed El Sin Nombre, who you now knew to have the name Valeria. She was formidable. Even sitting down, arms pulled behind her back, her attention on you had your hand instinctively covering your holster. Everywhere her eyes went was a purposeful action, picking apart every piece of the environment, every person. It settles on the space between you, Rudy and Alejandro - or the lack thereof - and you can see the gears turning in her mind. This was undoubtedly a seasoned fighter, finding potential weaknesses within a moment’s silence. Finding bonds, calculating potential damages. With no other form of retaliation, you slam the door shut, unable to see her reaction from the tinted glass.

Offering goodbyes and good luck to the rest of the 141, Alejandro and Rudolfo brief you for your next mission outside the van when your new allies leave. You’ll be personally keeping guard of Valeria for the foreseeable future until better arrangements can be made to detain someone in such high demand.

Alejandro drives, Rudolfo takes shotgun, and you’re given the unpleasant seat in the back beside the druglord. You figured the ride would be tense simply because the others had served together. Betrayal made the air heavy, it had Rudolfo dipping his head and exhaling heavily. Alejandro, ever the passionate one, was a lit fuse, jaw constantly clenched and screwing tighter with every second.

You were sure they had plenty to discuss, but what you didn’t expect - and prayed to not happen - was Valeria’s interest in you. You kept your head to the side, the back of the head is far less identifiable than the front. But you could feel it, the Nameless inspecting every aspect of you down to the pores of your skin, probably taking note of how you had forgotten to secure one of the velcro straps on your uniform. Amongst the silence of the van your swallow was audible in your ears and you swear she could hear it.

“I remember you,” Valeria states and you flinch. You can hear the smile in her voice. “I don’t remember faces often, they’re disposed of before they do anything memorable.”

You dare turn your head to look straight forward, only greeted with the back of Rudolfo's seat.

“Two months ago, southeast port, you sabotaged my shipment. You were pretending to be an independent vigilante taking matters into your own hands.”

You’re hyper aware of every process in your body. Every inhale takes a little more effort and your back is now straighter with every bump on the road unpleasantly smacking your spine. And you’re also aware that Valeria is tracking every single response, even the ones you're not conscious of, down to the hairs on your arm that now stand up straight.

“You don’t have the patch but I know a vaquero when I see one.”

Valeria turns back to the front, Rudolfo is eyeing her as Alejandro keeps driving.

“Alejandro. Dios mío, making your own a mercenary and having them do your dirty work. I thought you were better than that. I thought the Vaqueros prided themselves on cleanliness.”

“You can’t offer better,” you retort on behalf of Alejandro, to defend his honour. It came out before you could stop it but Valeria raises her eyebrows at you in amusement and you’re cursing yourself.

“I never said I could, but I don’t corrupt. Las Almas does that for me.”

Valeria shakes her head dismissively and she rests back in the seat. There’s a small smile on her face and it’s as dangerous as it is pretty. If you didn’t know any better you would think it was a smile of fondness.

“You even held me at gunpoint. Do you remember, vaquero? But then I begged and begged to return to my family and you took pity.”

There is only the sound of the van engine exerting itself through the crumbling terrain of Las Almas. You’ll no doubt end up discussing your mission once again with your colonel. Through the rear view mirror Alejandro spares a glance at you but there’s no disappointment, only understanding.

You grimace at the memory, that night at the port. It was early into your mission, the cartel weren’t even aware you were there hidden behind freight containers, save for (who you thought) was a single sicario stumbling into your little hiding spot. Even though you lost the element of surprise, you managed to bring her to her knees, gun pointed to her temple. But you did not operate like a cartel, you could not kill indiscriminately. You succumbed to those wide eyes that gazed up at you, frightfully admitting they were prey, and so upon taking all her weapons and military gear, you sent her off.

You realise now that you only shed off the sheep’s clothing and were now staring straight at the wolf. You can no longer call yourself a hero who delivered forgiveness. You mistook the shine in her eyes for tears when really it was the gleam of malice like a blade under the moonlight.

“How do you feel now, knowing that you were so close to ending El Sin Nombre but only lost from your own cowardice?”

“They have nothing to do with you.”

Alejandro’s grip on the wheel tightens until his knuckles are white. You want to speak up, to tell him it’s okay and that you can defend yourself, but you knew what Valeria wanted and you refused to give anymore.

“Oh but they do,” Valeria snaps and she regards you once again, you can see it in your peripheral vision. “You take away my profits and I will get them back."

Your square your shoulders, shifting in your seat. Your next swallow is so dry it hurts.

"See, I don’t forget fighters like you. People like you are risky for business. Like a cockroach you corrupt my supplies and never die.”

Her tone is teetering on a dangerous balance between spite and admiration. You suppose it’s not everyday someone screws up her orders and lives this long to tell the tale. Such skill and luck would be ideal to work in a cartel, you muse and just maybe you’re starting to piece her together as her unwavering gaze freezes the side of your skull. She’s already poking and prodding with her words, seeing if you can break, no, bend around this lawless nation. Las Almas can corrupt anyone, after all.

“I could make use of someone like you,” Valeria pursed her lips in contemplation. “I suppose you could say there are a few slots left open.”

Alejandro and Rudolfo had warned you of Valeria. In particular they warned you of her fire. She burned hotter than the buildings that baked under the Mexican sun. Her tongue held a venom that she inflicted liberally to anyone who dare cross her. And yet there was no aggression in her words. Her tone was deceptive all the same, but the sickly sweetness had you wondering what the hell you ever did to deserve such different treatment.

“I lost some of my best that day,” Valeria huffs like a child that lost their toy.

“My condolences,” you grumble half-heartedly as you focus on the individual fabrics of the back of the car seat. One piece of fluff is sticking out and you’re itching to pull it off, fingers twitching over your holstered pistol. “But you have the wrong person.”

But Valeria does not relent. Instead, she leans towards you, across the small middle seat that divides you and as far as her restraints will let her. Her breaths are heavy, strong enough that the tail-end of it warms your skin. Your cold sweat feels ever colder.

“Let me remind you, that I do not lose. I trade, cariño.”

“Leave them alone!” Alejandro bellows as he dares peel his eyes off the road and back at Valeria. His reaction is enough for her to pull away from you, bound wrists up in mock surrender with a satisfied smirk on her face.

“You’ll learn to accept losses,” you state, easing back into your seat in a pathetic attempt of confidence. “Solitary confinement teaches you a lot.”

“If anyone is learning anything, it will be you,” she argues. Shooting you one final look, she then switches her attention to the window, idly watching as the rugged yet beautiful terrain of Las Almas pass her by. “I’ll be out within twenty-four hours, and your precious vaqueros will be gone in half of that.”

So perhaps Valeria lied that time. She can only sigh upon running into her own men, almost mistaking them for other prison guards amongst the flashing red lights of a prison break. Months of suffering in a tiny cell that was as empty as your threats of solitary confinement, but even then the bite in your words provided her plenty of entertainment until the next time you’d pay a visit to her cell to make sure she was indeed still there.

“What the fuck took you so long?” She snarls at her own, already walking past them as they try to blurt out excuses for their tardiness. She only switches the safety of her rifle off in response and the rest of the cartel hurriedly follow her towards the exit of the prison. Stepping past fallen bodies and only narrowly avoiding the pools of blood that could dirty her boots, Las Almas cartel always knew how to make a statement. A sadistic smile settled on her face at what the Vaqueros would think of their parting gift.

Her reverie is broken by the distant call of her title and Valeria stifles a groan, stopping in her tracks.

“Is this the one?”

Valeria rolls her eyes before looking back at one of her lackeys, curses already on the tip of her tongue until she sees the little gift her subordinates prepared for her - upon her orders of course.

A man walks up to Valeria, hauling you in tow. He kicks the back of your knees, shins cracking against the cement floor. Your whole body joints at the pain, and you further jerk your bound wrists in a vain attempt to get free, but he only tugs back to contort your arms into an impossible angle.

“Fucker took out seven of us,” he spat at you, and even through the fear of being held captive you feel proud of the disdain in his voice, even as you feel the back of your head catch the offset of his saliva.

Valeria tuts as she walks up, spending a good moment with you having no choice but to look at her boots. Until her hand grips at the back of your collar like a baby animal, she yanks your uniform back to look at her as she squats down to your level.

“You are taking more of my assets,” she mutters and despite the chastising tone that coats her voice she doesn’t sound entirely disappointed. Her face is now closer to you as she inspects the blood that is dribbling down your temple.

With her other hand she wipes it away with uncharacteristic sweetness. She takes her time, as though there wasn’t a prison break and you weren’t her prison guard for the last half year. Even the dribble of her own subordinate is wiped off by her as she reaches over to the back of your head. The red lights cast shadows over her face as she looks down at you, but even through the darkness you can tell her features hold a smile only for you as her unkempt fringe falls across her face.

“Fortunately for you, that only increases your worth in my eyes, cariño.”

With no time to even question her, Valeria jerks her head as a sign for your handler to haul you back up to your feet.

“Damage the package and you will only be another ghost to The Nameless.”

You warily check the other cartel members but none of them look confused in the slightest, only nodding at the new orders. A bag over your head obscures your vision entirely and you’re shoved forward, being led to what you can only assume to be the depths of hell.

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reasoningdaily · 3 months

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En 1982, por iniciativa del Comité Internacional de Danza, fue proclamado por la UNESCO el 29 de abril como Día Internacional de la Danza. La fecha escogida corresponde al natalicio del bailarín y coreógrafo Jean-Georges Noverre.

¿Por qué se celebra el Día Internacional de la Danza?

El objetivo del Día Internacional de la Danza es homenajear a la danza como una disciplina de arte universal y diversa, reuniendo a todos los que han elegido esta forma de expresión sin barreras culturales, políticas y éticas.

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¿Qué es la danza?

A través de movimientos corporales, los seres humanos se han expresado y comunicado desde tiempos ancestrales. La danza es, entonces, una forma de expresión y de interacción social acompañada de ritmos acústicos, con fines de entretenimiento, artísticos, culturales y religiosos.

Es igualmente conocida como el "lenguaje del cuerpo", siendo una expresión de emociones que comunican sentimientos a través de los movimientos.

En la actualidad se destacan diversos estilos y géneros, que van de lo tradicional y académico a lo cotidiano, de acuerdo a las diferentes culturas. Mencionamos algunos de ellos:

Danza popular o folklórica: expresan los valores y tradiciones culturales de una localidad, tales como el flamenco,la danza árabe, el tango y los bailes de salón.

Danza clásica: corresponden a la ejecución de movimientos armónicos y coordinados, provenientes del período clásico de la antiguedad medieval: danza ballet.

Danza moderna: sus movimientos y vestimenta reflejan una identidad social: popping, funky, break dance, jumpstyle, hip hop.

Todo estilo y género de danza debe contar con los siguientes elementos:

Espacio: selección de un espacio físico adecuado para la ejecución de entrenamientos y presentaciones.

Coreografía: basada en la coordinación de movimientos corporales para formar un baile, bajo la dirección de un coreógrafo.

Entrenamiento: mediante el estudio y la opráctica continua para lograr una óptima ejecución de la coreografía.

Vestimenta: ropa y accesorios adecuados al estilo y género de la danza.

Un día para la danza

En 1982, el Comité Internacional de Danza, perteneciente al Instituto Internacional de Teatro, tomó la sugerencia del maestro ruso Piepor Gusev de crear un día para esta manifestación artística.

En atención a esta solicitud, la Unesco eligió el 29 de abril como fecha de esta celebración, en conmemoración al natalicio de Jean-Georges Noverre, un destacado bailarín francés.

Con ello se pretende fomentar la participación y la atención de la opinión pública sobre la importancia del arte y la cultura de la danza. Se busca masificar los eventos a nivel mundial, superando barreras políticas, geográficas y culturales.

Jean-Georges Noverre: un gran bailarín

Fue un bailarín y escritor francés, nacido el 29 de abril de 1727. Noverre dejó un notable legado de numerosas coreografías y publicaciones, relacionadas con la práctica y teoría del ballet. De allí que sea considerado el creador del ballet moderno.

Tuvo su debut ante la corte de Luis XV en Fontainebleau, en el año 1742. Fue invitado por el príncipe de Prusia a Berlín. Al volver a París se incorporaría al ballet de la Opéra-Comique para posteriormente ir a Estrasburgo y Lyon, donde bailó hasta el año 1794.

En 1754 compuso la coreografía de su primer ballet Fêteschinoises (las fiestas chinas). Posteriormente fue profesor de danza de la corte de María Antonieta y profesor del ballet de la Ópera. Muere en 1810, en Saint-Germain (Laye, Francia).

La danza y el cine

Desde los inicios del cine se incorporó la danza como un elemento importante en la producción de películas, incluso cuando aún el cine era mudo. Así, los grandes directores incorporaron diversas coreografías que daban vida y alma al denominado Séptimo Arte.

Como ejemplo de ello, mencionamos algunos filmes cinematográficos que han sido considerados clásicos universales, con la danza como temática principal:

Brodway Melody (1929)

Funny Face (1957)

Danzando Bajo la Lluvia (1952)

Fiebre del Sábado Noche (1977)

Flashdance (1983)

Dirty Dancing (1987)

Billy Elliot (2000)

Cisne Negro (2010)

¿Cómo se celebra el Día Internacional de la Danza?

Para homenajear este día se presentan numerosos espectáculos y actividades de danza a nivel mundial. En las calles, teatros, escuelas y espacios comunes, los bailarines toman el escenario para deleitarnos con sus técnicas y movimientos.

En esta celebración podemos disfrutar de:

Clases abiertas.

Festivales en distintos espacios y localidades.

Muestras artísticas.

Conversatorios, seminarios y charlas.

Clínicas de baile.

Galas de Ballet Online.

¿Cómo puedo celebrar este día?

La mejor forma para celebrar este día es simplemente bailando. Disfrutemos de la danza y la música con familiares y amigos. Intentemos bailar alguno de los estilos y géneros de danza que jamás hemos practicado: hip hop, danza árabe, tango, funky, break dance ¡Celebremos el baile con alegría!

Puedes ver desde la comodidad de tu hogar videos o películas relacionadas con el ballet. Dejemos que los más pequeños de la casa nos preparen un buen espectáculo de movimientos. En fin, compartamos y expresémonos a través del baile. No olvides compartir tu experiencia por las redes sociales, incluyendo en tus mensajes la etiqueta #DíaInternacionaldelaDanza.

#29 de abril como Día Internacional de la Danza.#Youtube

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Request: Izzy and Charlie babysitting Raven! (Bonus points for Lucius being involved somehow, but not required lol <3)

(Hopping back to 'wake myself in the shadows'! instead of Lucius, I added a bit of Stede and Eddy, but Lucius does have a brief cameo)

Stede sat on the bench, watching Eddy and Raven have a very serious discussion on the merits of the different buckets available in the sandpit. They were both a little sandy and Stede was fairly sure Raven was winning the debate.

At four, Raven had already grown into his name. His hair was black and thick, sticking up in all directions unless it had seen a brush in the last five minutes and his skin was delicately pale. Stede could see Alma everywhere in him, the solemn shape of his lips and the way he quirked his head when he was listening. On the whole, he was a chatty child, easy to make laugh and friendly. Until a few minutes ago, he’d been playing with a band of children, but they had all gone home and Eddy had stepped in to engage him.

“Grandpa!” Raven cried and raced over to him, trailing sand. “Eddy says I can have juice.”

“Oh, yes of course, my dear,” Stede laughed. “You’re very sweaty, I imagine your very thirsty.”

“Super thirsty,” he agreed and took the juice box Stede produced from the basket beside him gratefully. “Can I sit in your lap?”

“Always,” Stede curled a hand around him and Raven clambered up contendly. Eddy sat down beside him.

“Apparently we have to make a whole castle next time,” Eddy informed him solemnly. “We’ll need fresh equipment.”

“I’m sure we could outfit you engineers with something sufficient,” Stede put his other arm around Eddy’s shoulders. “It’s been such a nice weekend, hasn’t it?”

“Mhmm,” Eddy whipped out a tissue and mopped up an errant stream of juice from Raven’s chin. “We’ll have him again next month, don’t get maudlin already.”

“I know, I know, but he just grows so much between visits.”

“I’m gonna be big,” Raven said, swinging his tiny sneakers up onto Stede’s other leg. “Taller than you, Eddy.”

“Impossible!” Eddy gasped. “I’m the tallest person in the world.”

“No, you’re not!” Raven sniffed.

“How do you know? Have you measured everyone in the world?”

“Can I?” The juicebox straw went between his lips.

“You can try,” Eddy considered. “At least in the household. Maybe we can bring you to the bar with a tape measure and let you at least try with the junior drag set.”

“We could make a game of it,” Stede agreed.

“Hello,” a shadow fell over their happy trio. A tall figure (taller, even, then Eddy ) with a bristle of hair and dark sunglasses.

“Cha-cha!” Raven cried happily and threw up his arms.

“Bird-boy!” Charlie chuckled and grabbed him up, tossing him into the air.

“Watch the juice,” Stede wrinkled his nose and stood. “Or you’ll be wearing it.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Charlie settled Raven against his hip. “What’ve you got there?”

“Apple,” Raven sucked loudly on the straw so it made a horrible draining noise.

“Awesome,” Charlie nodded. “Have fun with your grandparents?”

“Yeah! We saw a movie and I got to eat so much popcorn!”

“What five or six kernels? Bird-boy a lot or real a lot?”

“Actually a lot,” Stede offered. “His appetite was good this weekend.”

“Yeah? Good job,” Charlie praised.

Raven was a picky eater and often seemed to survive on air, no matter what he was coaxed with. They’d allergy tested him, naturally, and taken him to specialists, but the ultimate diagnosis was that he was just like that.

“Can I do the swings?” Raven wiggled a little and Charlie set him down.

“Sure, have fun with that.”

“Push me?” Raven called out as he ran towards them.

“I will,” Stede volunteered. “I know you have to go, but-”

“Go ahead,” Charlie waved him off. “Fuck knows I don’t want to do it.”

“Izzy waiting in the car?” Eddy asked wryly.

“No, I drove. He’s got a client to meet,” Charlie glanced over at her. “Tax season is warming up.”

“Do you become a numbers widower?”

“Little bit,” Charlie barked a surprised laugh. “But he has fun playing games with the IRS. Anyway, he’ll be around tonight.”

“What time will Alma be home?”

“Her plane is still listed as on time, so probably 11ish. We’ll keep him overnight.”

“Makes sense.”

The conversation lapsed. They both watched Stede push Raven on the swing. The boy kept demanding ‘higher, higher!’ and Stede obliged. After a few minutes, Charlie checked his watch.

“Two minute warning, Raven!”

“Nooo!” he protested.

“You can’t move into the playground,” Charlie shouted. “Five more swings. Come on.”

After that it was a blur of transferring Raven’s little suitcase (robot-themed) and a lot of ‘last hugs’. Eventually though, Raven was in his car seat, armed with a water bottle and several picture books to look through. Charlie straighted, turning to face his father.

“Have a safe drive home,” Stede said.

“Yeah. I- thanks,” Charlie mustered a smile. “For looking after him. It was a help.”

“Any time. We love having him. Truly.”

Charlie searched his face, then gave a sharp nod. “Good.”

What Stede wanted to ask was if Charlie would text when they got home. To ask if he’d send more pictures. Alma did sometimes, but it wasn’t her thing and Stede knew for a fact that Izzy took them all time.

The bridge between their two riverbanks was not yet firm enough to hold that wait. Instead, he just waved as Charlie’s ridiuclously flashy car pulled away from the curb.

“Ready to head out?” Eddy asked, resting her hand between Stede’s shoulders.

“Charlie used to build sand castles,” he leaned back against her. “I forgot about that.”

She kissed his temple. “Time does that to us.”

“Yes,” he closed his eyes. He could see a blond head, bigger than Raven, but not by much. Just digging in the sand with a shovel and determination. Even then Charlie had been clear in his goals. Whatever he aimed to do got done.

Stede just hoped he was doing enough that one of those goals might be to heal things between them.

***

An hour later, Charlie pulled up to the apartment building and five minutes after that Raven was running in their front door calling,

“Uncle Izzy! Uncle Izzy!”

“Is that an invading army?” Israel’s office chair creaked and Charlie just knew he was leaning back too far in it so he could see out the door and down the hallway. He made out the sound of Raven running down the hall and being caught up and spun around.

He took his time removing his shoes and settling Raven’s things by the couch. The kid had aversion to the office/guest room and they had long ago given up trying to convince him into it. When he was over, he slept very happily on their couch which was deep enough to keep him comfortable and safe from rolling off the edge anyway.

“Israel, do you want me to take the chicken out of the freezer?” He called down the hall.

“No chicken,” Raven’s little voice floated out.

“Who said it’s for you?” Israel scoffed. “But no that’s for tomorrow! Got this one hamburgers.”

“Again?” Charlie mumbled to himself, but dutifully took out the patties he found beneath the chicken to defrost. Raven would eat hamburgers most of the time and that mattered. Charlie reserved the right to have internal gripes about it though.

A few minutes later, Raven re-emerged on his own.

“Uncle Izzy is working,” he informed Charlie. “And it’s boring.”

“I’ll bet. Cartoon time?”

“Yeah!”

Charlie scrolled through his phone while Raven watched tv. Occasionally he put it down to answer a question and that satisfied his tiny companion. A half-hour later, a warm hand circled Charlie’s neck and squeezed gently.

“Mm, hi,” Charlie tipped his head back to smile up at his husband. “You free?”

“For tonight,” Israel confirmed, leaning down to kiss him. “How was the drive?”

“Fine, boring.”

“And...”

“Fine,” Charlie sighed. “We were all very civil.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm. Eddy asked where you were.”

“I’m sure they missed my smiling face,” Israel rolled his eyes. “Want to start dinner? Get a break in?”

“Yeah, all right.”

Charlie cooked while Israel and Raven worked on the puzzle they’d had out since they’d last seen each other. It was some train thing and the two of them sat on the floor with equal ease. Raven did more talking than piecing together, but Israel had long experience with Bonnet blood trying to talk his ear off and was entirely unphased.

They ate together on the floor too, Charlie perched on the couch. The nights usually went fast after dinner. There was bathtime, only lightly supervised until it came time to actually wash up. Israel usually oversaw that, his instructions of ‘for the love- your actual skin kid, not five inches away’ or ‘you can’t leave shampoo in your hair that’s how you get a rash’ dashing through the apartment.

Once in pajamas, Raven would find Charlie like a heat seeking missile and hold out a stack of books,

“Read to me, Cha-cha?”

“Can’t you read yet?” Charlie narrowed his eyes at him.

“You do it better,” Raven pushed the stack of books towards him.

“This is a con,” Charlie announced as he always did. Raven giggled.

With that bit of playacting done, they settle on the couch, Raven laying out and Charlie sitting by his feet in the waning light. He’d read at least two books (“One more...please?” “Your eyes are closed.” “Are not!” ) and by the end of that Raven was usually asleep, sprawled out and twitching.

Israel would always sweep in to brush Raven’s hair off his forehead and leave a kiss there, before holding his hands out to Charlie and getting him to his feet. They walked quietly to the bedroom and shut the door.

“He sleeps like you,” Charlie said, not for the first time.

“Poor kid,” Israel snorted. “You all right, demon?”

“Just thinking,” he stretched out onto their bed, reaching upwards and arching his back until something cracked and then sank back with a sigh.

“About what?” Israel stood over him, his gaze covetous, but when he sat down, he kept his hands to himself.

“Who leaves a four-year-old? I’m so...ugh. I don’t even like babysitting, but I love that stupid kid so fucking much. I can’t imagine just walking out.”

“Yeah,” Israel did reach out now, but just rest his hand on Charlie’s chest, rubbing in small circles. “Me either.”

“You’re actually good at all this uncling stuff though.”

“You are too.”

“Maybe, but it feels forced.”

“You think I’m not working at it?” Israel shook his head. “It doesn’t come naturally. It was easier when he was a baby in some ways. Just had to keep him warm, dry and fed.”

“No way, walking and talking and diaperless is way better,” Charlie contended. “Anyway, I’m just being maudlin.”

Israel leaned down and kissed him once. Neither of them were keen on getting caught out by Raven’s infrequent, but startling sudden wakeups.

“Angel’ll be getting ready for work, want to call and bother him?”

They did and Lucius regaled them with bad customer stories as he got dressed, phone propped on his desk so they could watch him. When he was almost ready to go, he swept the phone up for a closer look at his face.

“Everyone surviving over there?” He checked.

“If I say I have consumption and must go to the sea for a resting cure, would you come with me?” Charlie asked with a pout.

“I’d visit with a hazmat suit,” Lucius snorted. “But I was thinking of coming by on Thursday. You still only have a morning class then, right?”

“Yeah,” Charlie grinned. “Really?”

“Really. I’ll even sit in the back and play student.”

“Kinky. I’m into it.”

With that to look forward to, Charlie picked up his book and Israel got his. The longer they were married, the more often they had these kinds of quiet nights. Even three or four years ago, Charlie would’ve sneered at the picture they made, both of them quietly pursuing their own interests, one of them occasionally interrupting the other with some good line or something that made them laugh. Now it just was a part of their increasingly domestic picture.

Charlie turned off his light long before Israel, but he didn’t mind falling asleep that way. Besides, someone had to be awake with the dawn because that’s when Raven’s little brain turned back on.

Today, he did get up before him, but he was still watching the coffee drip when Raven sat up, got his preferred plushie of the moment (a turtle of all things named Brussel Sprout) and shambled over to lean against Charlie’s leg.

“When is Mama coming?” he asked in his smallest, babiest voice.

“As soon as she wakes up, I bet,” Charlie assured him. “You know she misses you like hell. Hey, you want to go get bagels?”

Raven nodded, bottom lip quivering a little, but game for the distraction. They both just put on shoes with their pajamas (Charlie didn’t sleep in them, but he did put them on for Raven’s sake in the morning).

They returned with bounty, including Raven’s requested rainbow bagel with a very thick slab of cream cheese. Charlie cut it into quarters and was gratified that Raven ate half. Israel was in the shower when they got back.

“Heated up your oatmeal,” Charlie gestured at the stove.

They all ate and before Raven could start asking for her again, Alma texted.

Alma: on my way

“Mama’ll be here in fifteen minutes,” Charlie told them both.

“YAY!” Raven got down off his seat and ran to gather his things, stuffing them willy-nilly into his suitcase.

“Should we fix that?” Charlie watched, amused.

“Nah,” Israel said. “She’ll just dump everything into the wash anyway....is there more in there than he left with?”

“Dad,” Charlie sighed.

“Jesus fuck.”

“Let her handle it. She thinks it’s cute when he overindulges the kid.”

“It’s something,” Israel said darkly.

A quick toothbrushing and change ate up time. Alma slotted her key into the lock as Raven sat on his suitcase so Israel could zip it shut.

“Mama!” Raven said delighted and darted to the door.

She opened it and threw open her arms, “There’s my little bird.”

Raven hugged her tenaciously and she lifted him up with a happy sigh, burying her face in his wild hair. Charlie had to look away, her face too raw to be watched.

“How was your flight?” Israel asked, with no such compunctions.

“Don’t get me started,” she groaned. “Why do I ever let the university book these things? I almost missed my connection and I could’ve screamed. How was last night?”

“He slept well. Ate okay. Let me get his shit in your car. Your dad went off again.”

“Did he?” Alma smiled and kissed Raven’s head. “Did you get nice things, dear heart?”

“Clothes,” Raven shrugged. He had one hand in her hair, playing with the strands, unwilling to move an inch from her arms. “And books. I like the books better.”

“That doesn’t surprise me,” she rubbed his back. “Thanks, you two.”

“You can stay for lunch,” Israel offered as he hefted up the suitcase.

“Better not, but thanks,” she smiled at him and Charlie tried not to look grateful for that. “Raven has a play date this afternoon.”

“Maggie?” Raven asked hopefully.

“Who else? Her mother told me she’s been up since 4 this morning asking when you’re coming.”

“Let’s go now!”

“This afternoon,” she promised.

Charlie got a wave goodbye as Alma carried Raven out, trailed by Israel with the suitcase.

The apartment was quiet. Charlie grinned and started stripping the couch. The quiet didn’t bother him. They’d fill it with noise in just a few minutes.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #wake myself in the shadows

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isthespiceoflife · 10 months

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Well, stay alive then Kari, stay alive! Kari Faux's album title is a bold one: Real B*tches Don't Die!

Slated to do damage on August 11 at BRIC's 50th Hip-Hop Anniversary Weekend show alongside Digable Planets, we already know she'll be a breath of fresh air bringing some much need youth, vibrancy and unpredictable excitement on the Brooklyn stage! Check her other tour dates below!

Upcoming Live Dates:

8/3 - Atlanta, GA @ Center Stage - Vinyl

8/4 - Nashville, TN @ Exit/In

8/5 - Charlotte, NC @ The Underground

8/8 - Virginia Beach, VA @ Elevation 27

8/9 - Philadelphia, PA @ Foundry

8/11 - Brooklyn, NY @ BRIC Celebrate Brooklyn! Festival

8/12 - Washington, DC @ The Howard

8/23 - Minneapolis, MN @ 7th Street Entry

8/24 - Chicago, IL @ Subterranean

8/26 - Indianapolis, IN @ Chreece Festival

8/29 - Columbus, OH @ The Basement

8/30 - Detroit, MI @ The Shelter

8/31 - Cleveland, OH @ Beachland Ballroom

9/13 - Houston, TX @ Bronze Peacock at House of Blues

9/14 - Dallas, TX @ Cambridge Room at House of Blues

9/16 - Austin, TX @ Empire Control Room & Garage

9/20 - New Orleans, LA @ Parish at House of Blues

9/22 - Bentonville, AR @ Format Festival

10/26 - Vancouver, BC @ Fortune Sound Club

10/27 - Tacoma, WA @ Alma

10/29 - Portland, OR @ Polaris

11/1 - Berkeley, CA @ Cornerstone

11/2 - Santa Cruz, CA @ Catalyst Atrium

11/5 - Santa Ana, CA @ Constellation Room

11/6 - San Diego, CA @ Voodoo at House of Blues

11/7 - Los Angeles, CA @ The Echo

#art #music #kari faux #BRIC #nyc #real bitches don't die!

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bates--boy · 10 months

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See, Peter knew better than to have a heavy snack before the show, especially one made by a pizza-faced teenager who obviously lied about her age and work history on her application, but that stainless steel commercial drink mixer looked sleek as fuck, and a malted chocolate shake with fudge and peanut butter chunks sounded tempting as hell.

Though he could have gotten the drink for free, Peter still slipped a few krona in the cute tip jar shaped like a calico waving cat -- it even waved when he shoved the bank notes into the slot! How precious!

Taking slow pulls of the drink through the large, compostable straw, Peter checked his phone's clock. Just a couple hours before opening. Which meant enough time to wander around. He drifted through the lobby, passing the bars stacked high with snacks and mixing ingredients, looking up at the walls where paintings hung, created by the art students of his alma mater (his favorite was the one of the Erykah Badu-looking singer in front of a mic; the subtle verdant and hints of gold spoke "soulful" and "hip hop". In the house, Peter walked along the back of the furthest seats, running his free fingers along the plush black velvet backs, glancing at the technicians doing sound check and examining the mix boards.

He found his way back to the front entrance, stepping outside and to the sidewalk. Moving out of the way of the pre-sale ticket buyers gathering to line up at the doors, Peter looked up.

It was beautiful, set against the pink sky of the setting sun. Set between the jutting twin marquees, built vertical into the space and flashing with seashell-shaped lights, was the beautiful sign that Peter specially ordered.

The Sadaf House.

#life thus far ( story )#droid noodles ( writing )

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outsidereveries · 10 months

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Pop genre please

Hm.. Basically everyone under Virginia Records (a company, they upload almost everything on separate youtube channel): Mihaela Marinova, ALMA (her songs are mostly in english), DARA, Dara Ekimova (she uploads her songs on separate yt channel), Pavell&Venci Venc’ (they also have separate channel but they upload whenever and whatever they want I guess); from separate singers/groups/etc., Torino&Pashata (they’re duo), SkandaU (also duo however they’re influenced by hip-hop and similar genres, they do also upload individual songs from time to time), Молец (Molec, also a duo), V:RGO, Emil TRF, NICKA, Tino, Preyah.. Idk who also does the generic pop here.

Apart from pop-folk (yes, there is one here that’s the most listenable genre out here), trap is more relevant nowadays such as FYRE, GOCATA (Kangal), Trap19 Connection (they’re duo), I’d say MurdaBoyz (the yt channel is called like this), DJANNY, Milioni (Djanny and Milioni are under Kartela Records and they upload all of their MVs there), F.O., Dim4ou (or DIM idk what he’s called anymore), Billy Hlapeto, D3MO (Billy Hlapeto is in the rap genre, D3MO is versatile to me) and many more others but I cannot remember, you’ll find almost everyone when listening lol and this can be “pop” in Bulgaria nowadays

In the pop-folk PlanetaOfficial (their yt channel is called like that), Alpha Music Bulgaria (also yt channel’s name), Diamond Pro (again, yt channel’s name), Hit Mix Music (yt channel), Mega Star (yt channel), FEN TV (yt channel, sometimes they upload live videos but it’s normal since they’re television), AraMusic (yt channel, older classics in the genre), Diapason Records (same as Ara Music), and now the individual singers that have separate yt channels: Medi, Azis, Desi Slava (she does have the typical pop songs with the stage name DESS for some reason), Galena, Preslava, Emanuela, Aria, Sofi Marinova, Fiki (the giga chad person, skibidibi bop bop song’s cover, he paid for it, however you can see some of his younger brother’s songs (Emrah) there and also some others of their father, Toni Storaro, mainly covers are uploaded as of now and idk how these people manage this channel), Emilia, Kamelia (currently she’s inactive, and she’s veteran however most of her older songs were literally deleted by her former company, Payner (=PlanetaOfficial on yt, Planeta is their TV channel)), Tsvetelina Yaneva, Andrea (she also have some pop songs here and there and she’s not relevant as much as she was years ago), Roksana and I might forget some others also here.

For classics, Lubo Kirov, Grafa (nowadays his songs are on his label’s channel, MonteMusicOfficial from what I remember), Toni Dimitrova, Magi Hranova, duo (duet/дует) Riton, Ahat, Signal.. uuh I don’t remember many of them but you will see them, many of them are written in cyrillic alphabet so it could be an issue😅😅😅

Beware that I said mainly youtube channels because nowadays they still upload on them and you might see many singers and artists🤷🏻‍♀️

I’m almost sure you’ll like pop-folk, if you know Tea Tairović..

#outsidereveries #discussion: outside of readings

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almahiphop · 1 year

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Nach - Yo No

Escrito por Nach Dirigido y editado por LSDAVID Producción y mezcla por Tron Dosh y Dani Catalá Violines por Dante Bertolino Masterizado por Javier Roldón en Vacuum Mastering 2023/04 Rap / Apr 2023 Hip Hop

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#04/28 #2020&039;s Hip-Hop #2023 #Alma Hip Hop #Hip Hop Playlists #Hip Hop Videos #Nach #Rap Videos #Videos de Rap

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barkmx · 2 years

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LNG SHT. IV - Buenos Adultos: Radiografía cruda de un adulto voraz

Gastón lo advirtió en su cuenta de Twitter: “es un disco triste que a momentos te saca sonrisas”. Pero en mi caso, incluso llegue a las carcajadas y hasta las lágrimas. Tenía mucho tiempo que no topaba con un disco mexicano de este calibre. Por ello, es necesario un pequeño análisis de lo que yo llamo un “milagro de domingo”, los cuales son los más difíciles de suceder, pero esta vez afortunadamente pasó y llegó en forma de disco.

Como lo dicta la tendencia actual en las plataformas de streaming, desde hace tiempo LNG SHT fue liberando sencillo por sencillo como No voy a salir de casa, La Marcha de los Tristes, Lluvia, Ladrillo y Cemento o Chavorruco. Nunca imaginamos que todos estos cortes terminarían ensamblados en una estupenda radiografía cruda y personal de Gastón, con la que muchos terminaríamos conmovidos e identificados.

Pero, ¿porqué considero que es un disco de alta calidad? Bueno, la cosa es como sigue: por principio, tanto la lírica como la música tienen el mismo peso. El sujeto todo el tiempo emplea un lenguaje coloquial pero inteligente, sin lugares comunes o clichés de “rapero” convencional. Él no habla de armas, morras, joyas, autos deportivos o de ser un “súper cabrón” que asegura ser el dueño del planeta, desafiando a todo al mundo sin razón alguna. ¡Pues claro, él no vivió nada de eso! (y para mi que el grueso de los raperos actuales tampoco). Gastón, desde el principio, se planto como un artista congruente y honesto… y se mantiene.

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Probablemente las letras de este disco me sacudieron de tal forma debido a mi edad. Cuando tuve de invitado a Gastón en el podcast de Bark Spike, descubrimos que la brecha generacional entre ambos no es tan grande. Aún sí, me parece que el tipo de temas que aborda en el disco, también pueden inquietar a personas de entre 30, 40 y hasta 50 años. Alopecia, achaques físicos, agradecimiento a los padres, madurez emocional, relaciones sentimentales complicadas, exceso de fiesta, depresión y conflictos emocionales en general, son los principales ingredientes de esta suerte de autobiografía musical.

Y en lo musical también se nota que el tipo se rompió el alma en grande junto a sus colaboradores. Denle play y encontrarán bases de hip hop, a veces suaves, otras más energéticas, ritmos como reggae, soul, funk, jazz (muy al estilo del soundtrack de la cinta Superbad) y hasta de balada romántica. Otro brillo: la instrumentación está súper bien encausada en cada canción. Hay bajos, guitarras, una excelente selección de alientos y bases de teclado bastante agradables.

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Accesorios: algunas canciones cuentan con coros tanto femeninos como masculinos, se escucha perfecto el equilibrio. El material también cuenta con algunas colaboraciones moderadas, sin llegar nunca al exceso. Porque que a mi parecer hay artistas que invitan a tanta raza a participar en su disco, que de pronto es confuso ubicar a quién pertenece el álbum o pensar que necesitaron de tantos refuerzos por una falta de confianza en su producto. Finalmente, en disco también contiene algunos monólogos de Gastón, que son tan directos y crudos, que resultan hilarantes.

Cada uno de los tracks de este disco valen la pena, regalan reflexiones, hacen pensar e invitan a mover el botiquín al ritmo de la propuesta de LNG SHT, pero hay uno que es insoportablemente conmovedor: Un excelente deudor. No diré más sobre este, solo reprodúzcanlo y preparen los kleenex.

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En tiempos donde el “número de seguidores o de likes” definen la contratación de alguien para un empleo, donde el grueso de los nuevos “comediantes” solo saben “hacerle como tía”; donde ahora resulta que “influencer” o “youtuber” se definen como una profesión u oficio… se agradece profundamente topar con propuestas de alta calidad, con un arduo trabajo detrás, con dedicación y sin miedo a nada.

Alguna vez le reclamé a mi madre sobre la poesía que escribe y que no quiere publicar y también a un tipo que considero un espléndido periodista que, en ese tiempo, se dedicaba más a editar que a investigar y escribir: “No nos prives a los demás de tu excelente talento”. Desde aquí le digo a Gastón o LNG SHT: gracias por compartir esta increíble radiografía personal y musical.

#rap #hiphop #lngsht #disco #nuevo #estreno #spotify #mexico #mexicano #barkspike #punk #rock #streaming #musica

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thoraway125 · 2 years

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almost every song Sara Quin has recommended

A Playlist

AFI

A Flock Of Seagulls- I Ran

Again Me!- Boyfriend

AHOHNI- Drone Bomb Me

Alex Lahey- You Don’t Think You Like People Like Me

Allison Crutchfield- Dean’s Room

Allison Weiss- Runaway

All Of This- Perera Elsewhere

ALMA- Chasing Heights

Alvvays

Alycia Keys- Try Sleeping with A Broken Heart

Ani DiFranco

Annie Lennox

An Horse

Animal Collective - Merriweather Post Pavilion

Bangles

ASTR- Operate

Atari Teenage Riot

A Tribe Called Red- R.E.D

Austra- I Love You More Than You Love Yourself Babes in Toyland

Bancks- Gemini Feed

Baths

Baybee- Jay Som

Beach House- Sparks, Lemon Glow

Bebe Rexha- Meant to Be

Bec Sandridge- In the Fog, in the Flame

Ben Folds

Betty Who- You Can Cry Tomorrow

Beyonce- Lemonade

Bikini Kill

Billy Idol- Mony Mony

Bleached- Wednesday Night Melody, Can You Deal?, Flipside

Bleachers- Don’t Take The Money

BLK- My Hood - Stormzy

Blood Orange- You're Not Good Enough, It Is What It Is

Bob Marley

Body- Julia Jacklin

Bone thugs and Harmony

Bon Jovi- wanted dead or alive, you give love a bad name

Bowie

Britta Phillips- Mistress America

Broken Social Scene- Hug of Thunder, Almost Crimes Bruce Springsteen- Im on Fire, Dancing in the Dark, The River, Live 1975-85 (this particular version https://youtu.be/gg3DleXrT-o) Bryan Adams

Bjork- I've seen it all

Buck 65- Square Two

Cake

Carrie Brownstein

Caribou- Can’t Do Without You

Cassie- Me & U

Chairlift- Romeo

Charli XCX- Track 10

Charlotte Day Wilson- Work

Chloe x Halle0 Drop

Christine and The Queens- iT, Saint Claude

Chris Walla

CHVRCHES

Classixx- Borderline

City and Colour

Cold Specks

Collide- Krasnoyarsk

Corey Hart- Sunglasses At Night

Couer de Pirate

Cyndi Lauper- The Goonies Are Good Enough, Time After Time

Cypress Hill

Dallas Green

Death Cab for Cutie

Debbie Wiseman- Wolf Hall

DEDE- Faultline (Single Edit)

Deradoorian- A Beautiful Woman

DIANA- Confession, Perpetual Surrender

Dinosaur Jr

DJDS- Trees On Fire

Dolly Parton

Doveman

Drake- No Tellin Dream- Love/Hate

Diana- Perpetual Surrender

Electrelane - Rock It to the Moon, no shouts no calls

Empress Of- How Do You DO It

Emylia Argan

Erasure

Eugene Francis Jnr

Everything but the Girl

Fatima Al Qadiri- Hip Hop Spa, Szechuan

Feist- Pleasure album

Fever Ray- Mustn’t Hurry

First Aid Kit

FKA Twigs- Good To Love

Four Tet

Francis and the Lights- May I Have This Dance

Frankie Cosmos- Sinister, Accommodation

Frank Ocean Thinking About You

Friends- I'm His Girl

FUN Fugazi

Future Islands- Ran

George Hill

Gilligan Moss- It Felt Right

Girlpool- Chinatown

Glass Animals

Gogol Bordello

Gossip

Green Day

Grimes- Flesh Without Blood

Grizzly Bear

HAIM- Want You Back

Halsey- Now Or Never

HANA

Hank Williams

Hannah Georgas- Don’t Go, Needed Me

Hayley Kiyoko- Girls Like Girls

Hole

Holly Miranda

Hot Hot Heat

IDER- Face On

Jack Johnson

James Ilha

Jamie xx- Girl

Japanese Breakfast- Machinist

Jeremih- Pass Dat

Joanna Newsom - Have One On Me

John Hopkins- I remember

Johnny Cash

Joni Mitchell

John Hopkins- Abandon Window, I remember

Jonathan Coulton

Justin Bieber- Purpose, Runaway Love Justin Timberlake- FutureSex/LoveSounds Kaki King

Kate Bush

Katy Perry- Chained To The Rhythm

Kathryn Bostic- Love Theme

Kelela- Rewind- Sporting Life Remix

Kieran Hebden & Steve Reid - The Exchange Session, Vol. 2

Kelly Lee Owens- Birds

K.Flay- Black Wave

Kid Cudi- The Commander

Kieran Hebden & Steve Reid - The Exchange Session, Vol. 2

Kimya Dawson- So Nice So Smart

Kinnie Starr

Korn

KraftWork

KT Tunstall- Hard Girls

Kygo- It Ain’t Me (with Selena Gomez)

Kylie Minogue

Lapsley- Hurt Me

LCD Soundsystem- Tonite

Leonard Cohen- Came So Far For Beauty

Leo Kalyan- Fucked Up

Led Zeppelin

Light Asylum- Shallow Tears

Lily Allen

Lorde- Green Light

Lou Reed- Satellite of Love

Lowell

Lower Dens- To Die in LA, Real Thing

Lucius- My Heart Got Caught On Your Sleeve

Lupa J- Numb

Neil Young

New Found Glory

New Kids on the Block

New Order

New Skin- Torres

No Shouts No Calls

Nick Jonas- Jealous

Nicolas Jaar- No

Night Terrors

Nirvana

Noname

Nothing to be Frightened of by Julian Barnes

Now Now

Madonna- Holiday

Majid Jordan (ft Drake)- My Love

Mapei- Don’t Wait

Mariah Carey

Matthew Dear

Melissa Etheridge

Mica Levi- Death

Michelle Branch- Hopeless Romantic

Mike Elizondo

Milli Vanilli - Blame It On the Rain

Miriam Culter- Ethel Main Title

Mitski

Montaigne- Because I Love You

Moonriser- I’m Not Something Special

Moses Sumney- Doomed

Mother Mother

MUNA- Winterbreak, I Know A Place, About You album

Mykki Blanco- Loner

My Bloody Valentine

My Midnight Heart

My So Called Life

Paramore- After Laughter, Told You So

Passion Pit

Paul Williams

Peaches

Porches- Anymore, Be Apart

Partner Band- In Search of Lost Time

Patsy Cline

Pattern Against User

Perera Elsewhere- All of This

Perfume Genius- Slip Away

Phantogram- Answer

Pheonix- J-Boy

Phil Collins- Groovy Kind of Love

Post Pavillon

Prince- I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man, Little Red Corvette

PWR BTTM- I Wanna Boi

Q Tip

Rachel Cantu

Rachel Portman- Vianne Sets Up Shop

Ra Ra Riot

RAY BLK- My Hood

REM- Sweetness

Ria Mae- Ooh Love

Richard Marx- Right here waiting

Rihanna- Russian Roulette, Umbrella, Higher, Love On The Brain

Robyn- Do it Again, Love is free (moon boots remix)

Rolling Stones

Röysksopp- Something in my Heart

Rufus Wainwright

Ruth B- If This is Love Ryan Adams

Santigold

Samphaaa- Process Album

Sample- Blood on Me

Shamir- If It Wasn’t True

Sharon Van Etten- Everytime The Sun Comes Up

Serena Ryder- Electric Love

Shondells

Shura- What’s It Gonna Be?

Simple Minds- All The Things She Said

Sinead O’Connor

Siya- Automatic

Smashing Pumpkins- Siamese Dream

Snailmail- Thinning

SNAP!- Rhythm Is A Dancer - 7” Edit

SOHN- Hard Liquor

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adoptedmadrigal2 · 2 years

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So, I made a doodle.

And I wanted to write a fic with it.

Here's the doodle

Please excuse my awful artwork I tried

Modern au dolores (11) going back to school

And here's the story to go with it

Dancer issues

"Lola, Have you got your dance bag?" pepa called from the van that Dolores and Isabela had just gotten out of.

"Si mama i got it, see you after dance!" dolores called as she entered the middle school for the first time.

"can you believe it Lola! we're in 6th grade, we're allowed our own house key now," isabela raved, this was the only time she was away from alma, and though she and dolores both kept up the reputation of the Madrigals being the kindest, and mostly best behaved children in the school, isabela could truly be who she was at school, which is a (for now) bisexual girl who can control flowers, and likes to wear edgy and colorful clothing.

After the end of their last year at their elementary school, they had the puberty talk just as you'd expect. Both the girls and boys were split up and shown a video that explained puberty in an age appropriate way.

Dolores was intrigued by the video, Isabela was embarassed by it.

But now that the pair was in middle school, they were reunited with their friends. and their extracurriculars were starting again.

For Isabela this meant, the annual school musical, volleyball in the winter, and softball in the spring. For Dolores, this was time for stage crew, choir, and dance. Dolores was also the junior dance coach for the musical.

When they got to the cafateria, they got their schedules and compared them. "Isa, we have all the same classes, except for these two, but those are our electives," Dolores told her cousin.

Once the bell had rang for class, the pair walked off to Mr Mendez's class for English.

After what felt like forever, the first day of school finally ended. And Dolores took the short walk with Isa down to the gym for her volleyball pre tryout boot camp, she barely caught the bus for her dance academy across town.

"Heey Lola, what dance classes are you taking?" Her best friend Sophia asked.

"I'm going into advanced contemporary, hip hop, jazz, and acro. Mi mama also signed me up for some solo lessons for competitions in December and January ." Dolores told

"Sweet, mi mami signed me up for advanced contemporary and hip-hop, are you just taking the class or are you gonna compete in the group dances?" Sophia asked

"I'm competing, duh," Dolores said,

"Good, it would be awful if the hip hop team lost their lead." Sophia said patting Dolores’s shoulder.

"Come on soph we gotta get changed, I have hip-hop first, you?" Dolores told as she grabbed her dance bag heading to the locker room in the studio.

"I have the same class as you, we've been competing together in hip-hop since we were three," soph said joking punching Dolores’s shoulder.

"Oh yeah, anyway, did you get any new dance wear over summer?" Dolores asked pulling on her old yellow dance top and matching shorts. It isn't like she didn't have new dance wear, she just wanted to get one last day of wear out of these before they got too small since they'd been her good luck charm since she was 9.

"Yeah, you? You've been wearing the same yellow getup for three years," Sophia teased

"Yeah I got some new sets but this is what I wore when I got my first hip hop lead, and every lead since then" Dolores defended as she slicked her short hair back into a low pony adjusting her headband/earmuffs accordingly.

After taking her hip-hop jazz and contemporary class, she had her acro, and then a two hour solo lesson to meet her new coach and do some skill assessments before they decide her solo competition piece and start working on choreography.

Her acro class was super fun, since it was the first day they had everyone do a easy combination, backhandspring followed by a press handstand, and a middle oversplit leap.

(I'm not an acro dancer, or a pro dancer at all I just kinda making up as I go right here)

Once she got to her solo lesson, she felt a bit weird, not bad weird just, a little more moist than she thought she should feel.

An hour in they were doing a skill assessment with her tumbling skills.

"Ok can you try to do an acro combination for me? I want you to do a dive cartwheel into a back handspring, then a side aerial back walkover. I want a step between the back handspring and side aerial." Her new coach Ms, Lily asked.

Ms lily was about 25, with short red hair, and pale skin. She was a kind soul and loved each of her students dearly. Because dolores loves being able to have a connection with her coaches and Ms lily likes the same, they'll likely get along well

Dolores went to the tumble track, and did as her coach asked. When she landed her coach wrote something down on her clipboard, before approaching dolores.

"Dolores, have you had your period before?" Ms lily asked.

"No miss," dolores answered

Ms lily hesitated before continuing.

"You just got your first period sweetie, it's on your shorts."

Dolores’s face almost turned white when she was told that.

Then her cheeks turned red and the silent panic began to set in.

"I have some pads with me, do you have extra shorts?" Ms lily told,

"Yeah, I'm sorry about this, I didn't think it happen any time soon," dolores said playing with the bracelet on her wrist.

"It's nothing to be sorry about honey, happens to the best of us. I remember my first one," Ms lily said as she dug in her dance bag.

"Here you go, do you know what to do?" Again dolores nodded and ran off to get changed.

Once she came back with the pad on and her black shorts, miss lily asked.

"Do you wanna continue with the lesson or do you want to take a small break and talk a little?"

"Can we talk for a minute, I still can't believe this just happened." Dolores said

"Of course, do you wanna hear my first period story, it was quite a mess," Ms lily asked

"It couldn't be that bad, could it?" Dolores asked.

"Oh it can, I was taking jazz with 7 boys. And other than the instructor I was the only girl. Not to mention but I was wearing neon green shorts. The guy behind me Jake I think his name was, he was my biggest rival in class, he pointed it out the blood, and I was absoloutely mortified, my solo coach for the season saw me run into the bathroom, and came to check on me. And yeah, I went back to class in my back up shorts and everyone teased me for about a month. Then it just stopped and that was that," Ms lily told.

"Wow, did you ever not dance because of your period?" Dolores asked

"Nope, one time I got my period at a competition in Bogota, my cramps were so bad that time, but they didn't stop me," Ms lily told,

"I'm not going to let it stop me either," dolores determined,

After the lesson when she finally was able to climb I to the back of her papa's jeep, that somehow her mama was driving, she told pepa what happened.

"Oh goodness mija, let's get you some pads and chocolate and head home," pepa said shifting into second gear after she merged onto the highway that cut through the encanto.

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btsdreamlabcol · 1 year

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WEVERSE MAGAZINE: "Los músicos de Indigo de RM: Segunda parte"

REPORTAJE POR: Kang Ilkwon (RHYTHMER, crítico musical)

Conoce a los colaboradores del álbum en solitario de RM: Erykah Badu, Anderson .Paak, Tablo, Mahalia y Paul Blanco

La expectación por el álbum Índigo de RM aumenta, no sólo porque es su primer lanzamiento en solitario que no es una mixtape, sino también por la lista de músicos colaboradores que ya se ha dado a conocer. Con tantos músicos que colaboran -desde leyendas de la escena musical estadounidense hasta artistas independientes de Corea- es difícil especular cómo sonará el álbum. En vísperas del lanzamiento de Indigo el 2 de diciembre, los críticos musicales Kim Doheon y Kang Ilkwon nos aclaran los colaboradores del álbum en esta serie de dos partes. Si aún no has tenido la oportunidad de leer el artículo de ayer, consulta la primera parte.

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Erykah Badu ("Yun (con Erykah Badu)") ¿Por dónde empezar con alguien tan grande como Erykah Badu? Empecemos por su singular nombre. Al igual que su música, el nombre de Erykah Badu es profundo y fascinante, ya que incorpora el término egipcio "kah", que significa el ser interior, así como su sonido de scat de jazz favorito, "badu". No es exagerado decir que su obra es una mezcla ecléctica de géneros, que parte del R&B/soul e incluye el jazz, el hip hop y el alternativo. Sus trabajos se adelantan a veces, y llegan al pasado en otras, mostrando tanto las raíces como el futuro del género.

Estuvo a la vanguardia del movimiento neo soul, una nueva tendencia del R&B a mediados de los 90, lo que le valió el título de Reina del Neo Soul. Badu es, en todos los sentidos, una artista inimitable. Si las sirenas de la mitología griega fuesen reales, seguro que sonarían como Badu, pero no con tanta alma, porque su voz es realmente misteriosa y seductora. Su voz es como una llama, que parpadea y se eleva de nuevo, repetidamente. Esto se puede percibir si se escucha "On & On" (1996), una de sus canciones más conocidas. Por otro lado, en canciones como Then, en temas como "Woo" (2003), rapea con el tipo de ritmo que recuerda al oyente que hizo su propio grupo de rap antes de su debut formal. Su tono y su sentido del ritmo son únicos e incomparables, al igual que su filosofía en lo que respecta a la música.

Siempre ha prestado atención al poder de la música negra y a los mensajes que puede transmitir, en lugar de dejarse llevar por el tiempo de emisión de la radio o el rendimiento de sus singles, lo que la convierte en un buen ejemplo no sólo para los oyentes, sino también para sus colegas artistas. Los mensajes de Badu son tan variados como contemplativos, e incluyen reflexiones sobre el amor y las relaciones humanas, la preocupación por problemas de la comunidad como las drogas, las armas y la desigualdad de la riqueza, y cariñosos homenajes al hip hop. Todos sus discos, incluido su reflexivo álbum de debut, Baduizm (1997), son obras maestras. Si sólo escuchas uno de sus discos, que sea éste, pero intenta hacerte el favor de escuchar toda su obra posible. Aunque hace tiempo que no publica un álbum de estudio, Badu sigue siendo una figura importante. No puedo ni imaginar cómo sonará la colaboración de RM con este enorme talento.

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Anderson .Paak ("Stiff Life (with Anderson .Paak)")a Anderson .Paak sorprendió a los oyentes con su implicación en el álbum Compton de 2015, repleto de estrellas, de Dr. Dre, y resultó que Dre tenía una buena razón para su elección, ya que .Paak ha pasado desde entonces a crear un catálogo de música inigualable. Su voz única deja una marca indeleble en cada canción en la que trabaja y tiene un don para difuminar la línea entre el hip hop y el R&B. .Paak es un cantautor elocuente, un letrista abiertamente crítico con los problemas sociales, un productor con un pie en lo (musicalmente) tradicional y otro en la vanguardia y un multiinstrumentista que ocasionalmente colabora con otros en un papel de apoyo.

El artista valora los aspectos fundamentales del R&B/soul y el hip hop, incluida su historia y su simbolismo compartido, pero no se obsesiona con los manierismos o los fundamentos. Tomemos como ejemplo "Brother's Keeper", una canción en la que colaboró con el icono del rap coqueto Pusha T. Una guitarra tensa que recuerda al clásico de Al Green "Love and Happiness" se convierte en la voz de .Paak, que tira de las fibras del corazón y se sitúa en algún lugar del espectro entre el rap y la canción. Y eso por no hablar de su dulce y conmovedora interpretación en "Leave the Door Open".

Su discografía es de oro de principio a fin: cuatro álbumes en solitario, incluido el favorito de la crítica Malibu (2016); NxWorries, el dúo que formó con el productor de hip hop Knxwledge; y uno de los crossovers más comentados de 2021, Silk Sonic, que formó con Bruno Mars. En una entrevista con Esquire en 2021, se le preguntó a .Paak cómo se sentiría si alguna vez tuviera la oportunidad de colaborar con BTS. "Estoy trabajando para intentar conseguir ese enchufe, tío", dijo, medio en broma. Ahora está colaborando con el líder del grupo, RM. Junto con la canción de RM con Erykah Badu, esta es la colaboración que más espero.

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Tablo ("All Day (with Tablo)") El nombre de Epik High ocupa un lugar especial en la historia del hip hop coreano. El grupo fue en parte responsable de la popularización del hip hop en Corea en la década de 2000, junto con Drunken Tiger, Leessang y Dynamic Duo. En el centro de Epik High está el rapero Tablo, uno de los pocos raperos de primera generación con una habilidad innegable para el rap. Cuando la mayoría de los raperos de los primeros tiempos se vieron abrumados por los cambios de tendencias y la rápida afluencia de nuevos raperos con un flow increíble, Tablo se mantuvo firme en su territorio.

Sus voces son algo suaves, pero su forma de rapear es, sin embargo, increíblemente sólida, captando el ritmo al alternar entre disparos agudos y pasos suaves. Tiene un rango increíble, desde el rap pop emotivo y melódico ("Fly", "Umbrella") y el boom bap machacón ("Lesson 3 (MC)", "Nocturne (Tablo's World)") hasta el hip hop lírico ("Airbag"). La música de Tablo ha encontrado popularidad entre los fans más entregados y el público en general, ha mantenido un equilibrio entre el pop y otros géneros y ha atraído a un amplio espectro de oyentes.

Parte de lo que le convierte en uno de los mejores raperos de la actualidad es su estilo lírico literario, plagado de metáforas poéticas y múltiples significados. Ya sea exponiendo sus dolorosas experiencias, lanzando mensajes mordaces contra los medios de comunicación tóxicos o mostrando lo orgulloso que está de su destreza como rapero, nunca desperdicia una sola línea. Se gana el título de letrista y algo más. Su primer álbum en solitario, Fever's End, publicado en dos partes en 2011, muestra cada una de estas habilidades que ha aprovechado. Y, por supuesto, las brillantes habilidades raperas de Tablo siguen entreteniendo hasta el día de hoy.

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Mahalia ("Closer (con Pablo Blanco, Mahalia)" A diferencia de otros lugares del mundo, la mayoría de los artistas de R&B/soul del Reino Unido no se han visto terriblemente afectados por las tendencias de la industria musical estadounidense. A pesar de la popularidad del trap soul en Estados Unidos, los artistas británicos se han centrado más en la música arraigada en el retro soul de los años 60 y 70 o en el R&B de los 90, e incluso han creado nuevos géneros de fusión como el rhythm y el grime. Evidentemente, la música de allí tiene algo especial, y no queda más claro que al escuchar a Mahalia.

Desde luego, no parece dejarse llevar por las tendencias actuales si se tiene en cuenta la lista de artistas en los que se inspira: Corinne Bailey Rae, Erykah Badu, Lauryn Hill, Amy Winehouse, Jill Scott. Su voz se distingue de la de otras cantantes de R&B que últimamente se han dedicado a desdibujar las líneas entre el género y la música pop. Aunque las técnicas de canto que se escuchaban en las canciones lentas de mediados de los 90 han desaparecido en gran medida, Mahalia sigue basando su voz en el R&B tradicional.

Pero eso no significa que su música esté anticuada. Sus canciones recuerdan en gran medida al rap melódico de finales de los 90 y principios de los 2000. Dale una escucha a su segundo álbum, LOVE AND COMPROMISE (2019), para hacerte una idea de lo que es. El paisaje sonoro y los arreglos mantienen la atención y las melodías dan vida a las canciones. Es el tipo de álbum en el que puedes sumergirte poco a poco en lugar de dejar que se lance a tus oídos desde el primer momento. Siendo una de las artistas de R&B/soul más notables de la actualidad, no es de extrañar que haya ganado el premio a la mejor actuación femenina y a la mejor actuación de R&B/Soul en los premios MOBO de Gran Bretaña en 2020.

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Paul Blanco ("Closer (con Paul Blanco, Mahalia)") El hip hop coreano es conocido actualmente por su estilo de rap cantado, que hace hincapié en el flujo melódico, y Paul Blanco se encuentra entre los mejores artistas de la escena y del estilo en la actualidad. Es muy bueno produciendo, rapeando y cantando, y se siente tan a gusto haciendo trap como haciendo R&B alternativo. Lo más destacable es que sus letras describen su infancia como inmigrante en Canadá, lo que diferencia su trabajo del de otros raperos coreanos. Un buen ejemplo es su verso en "Siren Remix" de Homies, donde rapea sobre el racismo al que se ha enfrentado.

Rápidamente ha ido ganando reconocimiento desde 2018, apareciendo en canciones de raperos famosos como CHANGMO, The Quiett y UNEDUCATED KID. Si bien es cierto que el poder de sus estrellas ayudó a empujar a un rapero entonces desconocido hacia el centro de atención, fue en última instancia el impresionante conjunto de habilidades de Blanco y su empuje hacia la perfección lo que lo llevó a donde está hoy. En otras palabras, no hay nepotismo en el hip hop. También produjo "Hey Big Head" y "Créme" para la superestrella Jack Harlow. Está claro que la esfera de influencia de Blanco está creciendo.

Puedes comprar el nuevo álbum de RM aquí o si prefiere las versiones digitales, te invitamos a pre-guardar el álbum desde la pagina oficial para ello.

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