#circular breathing

[mywifeleftme]

345: Colin Stetson and Sarah Neufeld // Never Were the Way She Was

Never Were the Way She Was Colin Stetson and Sarah Neufeld 2015, Constellation (Bandcamp)

My prevailing memory of seeing Sarah Neufeld and Colin Stetson’s duo performance in a small room at the National Arts Centre in Ottawa was the way they spent much of the performance with their eyes locked on one another. When violinist Neufeld became lost in her own playing and arched backward, in the same motion Stetson would lean forward over his hulking, steampunk bass saxophone, his legs braced wide. It was as though the two of them were bound at the neck by a long, invisible leather strap. In the most intense passages, they would square off barely a foot apart, like two rams, the veins in Stetson’s sweaty neck and forehead standing out, Neufeld’s angled forearm a blur of precision cuts. Despite also seeing Stetson’s SORROW, an arrangement of Gorecki’s 3rd Symphony for a 12-piece band, during the same festival, it was the intimate physicality of the duo show with Neufeld that had the bigger impact on me.

While Stetson has frequently performed in larger combos (as has Neufeld with Arcade Fire, for that matter), in solo and duo performances his uniqueness as a player is more legible. On Never Were the Way She Was, he uses his uncanny circular breathing technique to create ogrish drones (“With the Dark Hug of Time”), loop-like melodic phrases (“The Sun Roars Into View”), and even to emulate broken techno beats (“The Rest of Us”). Stetson is a pretty physically jacked guy, and when you see him do this stuff in person it’s a bit like watching a blacksmith going at his forge—on record it can be easy for an inattentive listener to miss the exertions required to produce these sounds. But when you start tuning in to the fact all of this groaning cacophony is produced by one man’s laboured lungs, its rawness and minor imprecisions become captivating.

Neufeld takes centre stage on the more somber, post-rocky tunes like the title track, her violin weeping rust as she overlooks a grey bay, Stetson contributing various fog horns and stomach upset. Now and again she wordlessly sings, but it’s always recorded distantly, like a memory of some ever-present sorrow you refuse to allow to surface. On “In the Vespers,” she sketches out a tricky rhythm that Stetson eventually echoes on a tenor sax, the pair running through an odd-time workout that would sound like prog were in not for the chilly clarity of her phrasing, the way the energy decays once again into remorse.

The pair’s previous collaboration was a 2013 film score (Blue Caprice), and the record is of a piece with the influential work Stetson has subsequently done as a soundtrack composer (notably Ari Aster’s Hereditary). As with fellow Aster collaborator the Haxan Cloak, Stetson’s work has helped to define the sound of contemporary unease. If you’ve watched a recent horror movie or psychological thriller, the palette of Never Were the Way She Was will already be familiar—but here the pieces aren’t tied to any preconceived scenario, and the interplay between the two musicians gives it a dynamism and complete-in-itself mood all its own.

345/365

#colin stetson #sarah neufeld #bell orchestre #arcade fire #constellation #jazz #post rock #chamber jazz #saxophone #violin #bass saxophone #circular breathing #canadian music #female musicians #'10s music #vinyl record #music review

[jazzdailyblog]

Clark Terry: A Jazz Maestro Whose Trumpet Resonated with Timeless Brilliance

Introduction: In the rich tapestry of jazz history, Clark Terry’s name stands as a testament to mastery, innovation, and an enduring love for the art form. Born one hundred and three years ago today on December 14, 1920, in St. Louis, Missouri, Terry’s journey through the realms of jazz as a trumpeter, composer, and educator left an indelible mark. This blog post delves into the life,…

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#Circular Breathing #Clark Terry #Count Basie Orchestra #Jazz History #Jazz Trumpeters #Mumbles #Tonight Show Band

[dustedmagazine]

Evan Parker — NYC 1978 (Relative Pitch)

NYC 1978 by Evan Parker

On April 30, 1978, Evan Parker recorded Monoceros, his first album of long-form, solo soprano saxophone music. With unbroken streams of intertwined tone and complex simultaneous explosions of sound, it upended assumptions of what was deemed possible on the instrument, and opened up for Parker a field of possibilities that he’s still harvesting 40-something years later. About five months later, Parker undertook his first solo tour of North America, where it’s unlikely that many of the people who went to hear him had heard Monoceros yet. If the concerts were all like NYC 1978, they must have blown a lot of minds. At the time, no one was playing saxophones like Evan Parker, nor were they making music like he made.

NYC 1978 is taken from a cassette tape of a concert that took place on October 13 of that year at the loft venue, Environ. Aside from shaving off a bit of high end, the recording method in no way interferes with appreciating the performance. “Environ 1” begins with a swirl of discrete notes spinning away from an unbroken column of air; at the time, the only comparison would have been Terry Riley’s Poppy Nogood, only he needed a tape machine to make it happen, and Parker just had his fingers, lungs, and unyielding concentration. The echoes on the tenor showcase, “Environ 4,” smacks you in the face like a newspaper tossed by a delivery person with major league pitching aspirations, and the intricate dance of piercing, high pitches and raw, punctuating barks on “Environ 5” loses none of the complexity experienced by people who were in the room when the music first went down. 

Parker would go on to sustain his circular breathing for longer, and to finger his patterns more quickly and with more complexity. But there’s an unrepentant aggression in his attack throughout NYC 1978 captures the just how ornery this music was at the time. It’s no longer sui generis, but it still stands as a formidable statement of how one person with sufficient command of extraordinary gifts can change what is possible. 

Bill Meyer

#evan parker #nyc 1978 #relative pitch #bill meyer #albumreview #dusted magazine #jazz #saxophone #new york city #circular breathing #environ #loft jazz

[ponderingrandomthings]

Stunning/laborious. Using a technique called 'Circular Breathing'.

#music #Circular Breathing #Youtube

[cr8zygoodshot]

attempted to practice circular breathing and immediately died

#why is it so harddddd #circular breathing #trumpet

[lemonisntreal]

Oh bOy-

-more alcohol marker sketches that I actually lined and finished, I love a good futile attempt at trying to have an aesthetic sketchbook :D

I want to draw him in so many outfits, I have a list going right now ooga booga.

Note: I need to draw him with more funky mugs

Also here're some alt ideas + pictures I took of the process for once, which is kinda neat I guess

#buster moon #sing movie #sing 2016 #sing 2021 #furry #anthro #fanart #Tone Deaf #comic #alternate universe #traditional art #sketches #alcohol markers #mOOOOON #ahh I feel like the air I'm breathing is clear now that I have a solid design for him #gone are the days of ''what if I made his ears rectangular'' and now we're in a golden era of ''wait he's built like a pentagon actually'' #oh god might make a post of all the old buster sketches I have #I was in hard denial with his ears #you would not BELIEVE the lengths I went to just to pretend like they weren't circular #and now we're in the phase where his legs are probably way too long #I distorted his proportions o_o #he's still the same height- just- less head

[pttucker]

Among all those comments, a particular one caught her attention. – Dear author-nim. It was a great read. May I ask about your release schedule? Such an unparalleled naivete that made him use his real name as the username. Han Sooyoung stared at that name for a long, long time. She looked closer, and discovered another comment attached to it. – Are you… going to release another chapter tomorrow? She repeatedly clenched and unfurled her fists many times. Sweat was soaking her small hands. Is it really okay for me to write this? Even then, isn't it fine this way? Han Sooyoung hesitated for a long time, before typing her reply. While thinking about a certain someone, still alive beyond this screen. While thinking about a certain boy who'd breathe, eat, shout some nonsense about 'I'm Yoo Joonghyuk', and do whatever it takes to endure his own apocalypse. And so, the story of a regressor that reached 3149 chapters started in this manner. – Yes. A new chapter will be published tomorrow.

I WAS RIGHT!!!!!!!!

Well, I was right after I spent like half the novel convinced the author was actually Dokja. At least I wasn't alone in thinking that, considering Sooyoung thought so too. 😂

Though I do love that it's not at all how I thought it was. I figured she was the author and just forgot because she lost half her memories to her avatar and just assumed that Dokja wrote it because that was the most logical option that her Predictive Plagiarism could come up with.

Was not expecting all this wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff, though I guess I should have by the time I reached the end of the novel and all sorts of things in the beginning were being affected by the ending. Time travel. Dimension travel. Just full of paradoxes.

I loooooove though that the novel is "trash" because she has to speed write it as fast as possible based on vague memories while using Predictive Plagiarism (...plagiarizing herself...) because she only has a limited time with her own body and also because she needs to keep Dokja engaged, needs to pump out chapters as fast as humanly possible to give him his reason to live until the next day.

And I love that the reason it only has one view is because she doesn't bother to read it, not even to typo check. She already knows it has a reader. A paradox it may be, I love that the novel truly was written for Dokja and not just after the first hundred or so chapters when all the other readers fell off. Nope, it was written for him and him alone from the very beginning. Sooyoung already knows that she doesn't have to make it good, she just has to make it, and that in turn will save him, even if it dooms millions of others.

Oh man, Sooyoung seeing him in the hospital after he tried to jump out of a window and wondering where the heck tls123 is, why haven't they started posting yet, they need to hurry up and save this unbelievably precious idiot. 😭💖

Sooyoung of all people having to wrestle with the knowledge that if she saves one person, she will kill billions (perhaps trillions) of other people across multiple worldlines.

Well, actually, perhaps it's fitting that it is Sooyoung of all people because I don't know how many others in Dokja's party who would doom this entire universe of parallel worlds to save a single person, even if that single person is Dokja himself.

Like, it parallels pretty well with what's going on with Sooyoung's other half...she's the weird one in the group who wants to go save the Dokja they left on the train while even Dokja's incarnation is worried that they're going to cause a lot of harm in the process and open up another worldline of tragedy, which they all know Dokja would not want.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that Han Sooyoung is perhaps one of the few people selfish enough to save Kim Dokja at the cost of the entire universe and it's so interesting to think back on the fact that she literally tried to get Joonghyuk to kill him way back in the earliest chapters and now she's using Joonghyuk to save him.

(Oh man...when Joonghyuk finds out who his creator is...)

#granted it's almost difficult to think of hsy as yjh's creator because of all the weird circular time travel stuff #like...yjh lived as a real person because dokja read about him...dokja read about him because hsy wrote it... #hsy wrote it based on things dokja told her and things the living breathing yjh said and did or MIGHT have based on his real personality #...the personality that she gave him...which dokja read and brought to life...which made hsy write it later...around and around we go #like she's his creator but also it's almost like yjh created himself along with the help of dokja??? #lol orv you hurt my brain sometimes but I love you #(also hankim shippers rise up! get you a woman who will destroy the universe for you!) #orv spoilers #orv epilogue spoilers #orv #orv novel chapter 532 #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv liveblog #hsy #kdj

[raivennxi]

Thoughts 4 2Day

We get out whatcha put in.

I wud love to believe that. However,that isn't always the case. Sometimes U get downright nothing back(right away.)Sometimes You get way more than U expected. Life is funny that way. U Give Good Energy with Ur intent meant for Good; You can't help but Get Ur Benefits back. It may not always Be right away, but U Do get it. Do good things not to receive-Do the good, Becuz It's Good.

We need the Good.

We Need tons of it.

We can Beat The Baddies If We Give Good.

Do it.

Love ya🖤🖤🖤

#GiveWatIWannaGet

#DoGood

#SpreadGud

#MommaDiva💋

#thoughts42day #mommadiva💋 #mentalhealth #keepgoing #breathe #thankful #bkind2u #gothy #recharge #DoGood #EnergyFlows #Circular

[supercantaloupe]

hiii do you have a fav orchestral oboe solo? I love the one in mahler 2 mvmt 4 :)

this is lexi btw for some reason my asks only go through on anon so I'm going to tag myself @recapitulation

ohh that's such a tough question...i don't think i could choose just one. but tchaik 1 mvt 2 is Speaking to me right now though. those slow lyrical ones from the late romantic era i think are some of the hardest but most rewarding ones to play well, and some of the absolute sweetest to listen to

#winter daydreams.........looks off into the distance misty eyed. yeah #sasha answers #recapitulation #ty!! #other contenders in that genre are the slow solo from strauss don juan...tchaik 4...brahms vln concerto...mahler das lied von der erde... #some great stuff from the classical and bel canto eras too of course shoutout beethoven and rossini #but for whatever reason This is the vibe tonight. #and i think there's an obvious level of skill and sparkle involved in something fast light and articulate like beethoven 6 #or la scala di seta overture #but the slow sustained solos are deceptively tricky. it takes so much breath and embouchure control to keep the pitch and tone in place #and because i'm a weird freak about connecting everything as smooth as possible i circular breathe like mad #so there aren't obvious breaths to break up the line anywhere #which. i've been told i need to cut that shit out by teachers so i don't make listeners pass out LOL #oboeposting

[jazzdailyblog]

Rahsaan Roland Kirk: The Jazz Maverick with Multiple Personalities

Introduction: There have been innumerable musicians who have made an unmistakable stamp on the broad canvas of jazz. Rahsaan Roland Kirk was one such outstanding artist who stood out for his infinite invention, enthralling performances, and one-of-a-kind approach to music. Kirk distinguished himself from his peers with his command of numerous instruments and his creative use of circular…

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#Bright Moments #Circular Breathing #David Murray #Flute #James Carter #Jazz Flutists #Jazz History #Jazz Saxophonists #Kamasi Washington #Manzello #Nose Flute #One-Man Saxophone Section #Rahsaan Roland Kirk #Stritch #The Inflated Tear

[ataris-lantern]

dude i wish i could fight the rat king for the first time again, it was so fucking intense the adrenaline rush was awesome. im replaying part 2 and nothing will ever compare to the panic of seeing it creep up on you like that

#personal txt #tlou #tlou2 spoilers #maybe? #GOD it was so fucking good!!!! the buildup to it was just absolutely insane i was shaking & scared like mad #my god is it such a fantastic boss #just so terrifying when you first encounter it #everyone was talking about it and i hadnt seen it #but when i pulled on the door in that hospital…i immediately knew that whatever the fuck was making that noise #was the rat king #i remember having to take a break afterwards to let myself cool off #the level design in its arena too is just. phenomenal #you always FEEL so boxed in and like its always breathing down your neck #evwn tho its not bc the basement is circular & so you cant get unfairly trapped & killed #the way it forces you to confront this absolutely massive hulking beast is amazing and utterly terrifying

[nanamisdickrider]

Sweet Treat

Pairing: soft Dom!nanami x reader

You were on your bed, sheets and blankets all messed up and almost falling off of the bed. Your back was arching and your face was shoved in your pillow with a strong and veiny hand on your head, gripping tightly on your hair. It felt like hours passed by since you and nanami started making love.

“M-moree! Nana—mi...can't you be rougher with—Ah!—me..?”

It all started when you randomly told nanami to be rough with you in bed, making him choke and almost spit out his warm tea. He's truly a sweetheart, he can't be rough with the woman he loves. But if that's what makes you happy then he'd be more than happy to oblige.

“Are you sure you can take it? Because if you try to tap out and whine to me that you can't take me anymore...I'll make you take it"

After that, you found yourself buried in your pillow and your ass red with slaps. Nanami pulled you back by the hair, careful enough to not hurt you too much. He leaned down and put his left arm on the pillow and let go of your hair, your face fell in the gap between his elbow. His muscles flexed as you clenched around his cock. Sucking him in deeper. Your cheeks were squished between his arm and you were struggling his breathe, not that you didn't like it. He thrusted in deeper, rolling his hips and leaving wet kisses on your back and neck. Making the darkest love bites on your soft skin. He groaned and used his free hand to reach down and rub your clit because he was close to his orgasm and he knew you were close too. “F-fuck baby...you hear her? She's sucking me in so hard, the wet noises? You hear em’ ?” you were fucked dumb and squashed between his arm. You couldn't think straight and yet managed to mumble a broken “y-yes!”

He rubbed on your clit in a circular motion and when you clenched down on him one last time. He shot hot ropes of cum inside you. His hips stuttering and and his thrusts getting sloppier. Soon after you came, coating his cock with your cum.

He pulled out and turned you over, placing you on your back. He looked at you with loving eyes and cupped your cheeks “Was my squeeze too hard love? Your cheeks are red.” his eyes showed a bit of concern for you. Making you smile. “no you didn't...actually, you should squeeze me harder next time!”

#jujutsu kaisen nanami #anime smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #lazywrites♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱ #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #nanami headcanons #nanamin #jjk nanami #nanami #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #nanami smut #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami x you #jujutsu nanami #kento x reader #kento #kento nanami

[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 08:25 P.M 」

tw: pregnancy. overall, just some domestic dad-to-be gojo trying to show how much he loves you even with how your body changes and all <3 based on a request!

a part of gojo's love entries

don’t think that satoru hasn’t noticed how you linger in front of the mirror these days, touching your body all over—particularly your baby bump. seeing your face twist into a sad frown dampens his spirits too.

on the other hand, you understand that it’s a natural process, but you have never gained this much weight before, and despite already having your husband reassure you before, you still feel somewhat meh about yourself.

“how’s my favorite girl and little rascal doing today?” he flopped down on the bed beside you as soon as he returned from school, caressing your belly. “ready to come out yet?”

you throw him an unamused look. “no, satoru. and don’t make it sound so effortless. i’m the one pushing him out.”

“ahh, but i can’t wait though~”

his palpable excitement actually made you smile as you placed your hand over his. but then your smile fell a bit and he was quick to notice it.

“what’s on your mind?” he asked then. “talk to me, hmm?”

“no… it’s nothing.” you looked away, a bit ashamed. if satoru says he’s not bothered by your figure, you really shouldn’t be thinking about this any longer. you didn't want to make him worry… but it really wasn't easy to let it go.

“hmm, my baby mama can’t be sad,” your husband pouted, and suddenly he pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “she’s the cutest when she smiles.”

you looked up to him, feeling the security in his arms and yet still a hint of uncertainty in your voice. “am i just cute… to you?”

you wanted to be beautiful too. like how he used to sing you praises during your school days.

satoru grinned. and it’s the kind of toothy grin that makes your heart soar.

“no. you’re also pretty.” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “and you’re smart, kind, nags a lot, gets pouty easily… and you're sweet like a dango, makes me want to gobble you up.”

“so now i’m a dango?” you nestled your head against his broad chest, feeling your face start to heat up, and a smile beginning to curve your lips. stupid satoru. he said all of them so easily it was making you giddy and felt silly for doubting him at all.

“just because our baby is going to be a mochi. and look, you’re so close to carrying him to full-term,” he rubbed your swollen tummy again, this time with a more sincere smile. “i love you the most for it.”

your eyes took a shine, processing his words, and you could’ve sworn that right now, nothing could’ve shaken your feelings for your silly husband.

suddenly your baby kicked you hard as if to reprimand you too for your insecurities, and you winced.

“hurts?” satoru questioned, slightly concerned when you nodded. “wait i’ll tell him off.”

he cleared his throat and began making circular motions on your abdomen, as if to summon him.

“yo, brat. you can’t kick your mama like that too often these days. you’re accumulating karma and she counts it. when you come out, she’ll forbid you from eating our favorite mochis and—”

“satoru!!”

and then the two of you just burst into giggles, and once again, you utterly and thoroughly fell in love with him. for always making you feel safe... and loved.

“you know, satoru...” this time it was you who hugged him, breathing in his scent for comfort. now you were totally worry-free, the softest of smile on your face. “i’m really grateful that... we found each other.”

at your heartfelt confession, satoru felt his chest tighten with warmth and his cheeks flush. he is so blushing and he tries covering it with a chuckle. and the words lingering at the tip of his tongue were—

“heh, aren’t you glad you married me?”

yeah... i’m so glad that it’s you too.

#𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk imagines #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen x reader #dad!gojo #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru fluff #jjk fluff #gojo x you #satoru gojo fluff #jjk x reader fluff

[cordeliawhohung]

simon wants you to ride him. you're a little self conscious. he has the perfect solution.

mafia!141

When Simon admitted to you how badly he wanted you to ride him, so many thoughts flooded your mind you were left torn. You wanted to do it, wanted to please him, yet some malevolent pit of anxiety ate away at the back of your mind. You weren't very experienced when it came to things like that, and the idea of Simon staring up at you as you clumsily attempted to fuck him nearly made you cringe. It made you feel stupid. Of course you knew he would never think anything insidious about you, yet your mind had a tendency to play tricks on you, no matter how wrong it was.

Simon's solution? Blindfold him.

It was a makeshift one; a balaclava that he flipped the bottom half up to cover his eyes, yet it was enough to get the job done. The only features of his face you were able to make out was the faint curve of his nose and the gentle parting of his lips as you straddled his hips. Simon was soft and careful as he helped guide himself into you, allowing you to lower yourself onto him with a soft sigh. There was something different about the angle he entered you at that had your thighs clenching around him so hard you swore they'd bruise.

"Easy," he prompted softly. Simon was always patient with you, always reminding you to take your time, but this time was a little different. His anticipation was obvious in the bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed and the throbbing of his cock inside of you. Yet, his hands were soft and comforting against your waist as he rubbed his thumbs along your side as if to remind himself of your fragility. "Take it slow, yeah?"

So you did. Testing the waters, you rocked your hips forward in a circular motion, forcing his sensitive tip to grind against the rubbery barrier of your cervix. It felt strange to have him so deep, to split you so deliciously, and then to just stay there, filling you and keeping you full. Despite the blindfold, Simon was not helpless underneath you. His hips twitched upwards in reaction to the little stimulation you provided to him, prompting you to give him more.

Eventually you fell into a comfortable rhythm, and the crux of your ass slapped against the meat of his thighs each time your body crashed against his. His heart pounded away in his chest and you could feel the sensation ripple all the way through his body and to your hands which rested against his stomach to keep yourself steady. Thick corded muscles tensed in his tattooed arms as he began to assist you in bouncing on his length. He lifted you so high just to pull you back onto him it nearly knocked the breath out of you. Emptied just to be filled to the brim so suddenly, and over and over again.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn perfect," he groaned. Soon, your movement alone wasn't enough, and as he bounced you up and down like a doll, his hips began to thrust upwards to meet your body halfway, which sent a moan tumbling out of your mouth. "Doin' so well, treatin' me so good, fuckin' hell..."

At some point, you weren't even riding Simon any more. Between the way he held you by your hips, forcing you up and down on his cock, and thrusting up into you, he did all the work. You could feel all his want and desire pour into you like it usually did when you two fucked, but there was something missing. His eyes. Those beautiful eyes that always looked at you as if you held the world in the palm of your hands, that always devoured you in the kindest way possible.

You collapsed forward, breasts pressing against his chest as your lips collided with his where you ate up his groan. Sticky sweat clung to your body but you ignored it as your hands snaked up to his jaw and then to his cheeks underneath his makeshift blindfold. As you pulled out of the kiss, you carefully removed the mask from over Simon's eyes, revealing his dark, wanting gaze and his messy hair. He had a full view of you with your glistening skin and your dancing body. His eyes soaked up the way your body shook with every thrust, how your breasts bounced from the force, how your lips parted with your moans...

Simon came without warning. There was nothing he could do to hold back or even edge himself from the sight of you, and instead he pulled you down onto him one last time before you felt his warmth flood your cunt and legs twitch behind you. Panting, you allowed yourself to fall limp as you pressed your face into the side of his warm neck, and he returned the gesture in kind as he embraced you, keeping you close to him.

"Sorry," he said once he was able to catch his breath. "Didn't mean to... fuck, just seein' you like that, I couldn't... christ...."

Giggling, you kissed the soft tissue that rested in the crook of his neck before you nuzzled even closer to him, basking in the damp warmth of his body. A strange part of you buzzed at his words, at realizing that you had such an intimate hold over him. Where you had been anxious about the idea of him seeing you like that, so clumsy, he had come completely undone just at the sight of you. So you silenced his apologies with your mouth on his before you leaned back to get a look at his flushed face and messy hair.

"Don't apologize," you said sheepishly. "I'll take it as a compliment."

Smirking, Simon's hands gently came to rest on your hips. "Good."

Suddenly, your world spun as Simon twisted to the side, switching your positions so that you laid on your back underneath him. You squeaked at the whirling movement, something he didn't acknowledge as he began to press kisses against your neck with a hungry groan.

"What are you-?" you attempted to ask, but your question was cut off as Simon pressed his hand against your aching clit.

"What?" he asked, smirk evident in his tone. "You didn't think we were done just because I finished, did you?"

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #cod smut #mafia!simon #mafia!ghost #mafia!141 #f!reader

[wolfyonweed]

Try the new fart method, tips for the ladies men!

Ever wanted to impress your crush with an astoundingly realistic fart noise in the middle of an inopportune moment! But lack the consistency to do so with elbows or mouths? BOY DO I HAVE THE METHOD FOR YOU Just read ahead and learn ladies and gentlemen, I'm happy to announce: NOSE FARTING IN EASY STEPS:

.1 press thumb to right side nose labia, and press to close the right nostril.

.2 press fat of MIDDLE finger, (not index players, this parts important), against skin below nostril

.3 while pressing hard with thumb, form the shape of the buttox with your middle finger and nose by pressing down and upwards. (see diagram)

.4 blow air out hard and long, variation in speed to emulate a sillier fart.

DIAGRAM OF BUTTOX AND INDEX FINGER FORMED CORRECTLY BY AN ATTACKING EAGLE TO AN UNSUSPECTING VICTIM:

#.5 learn circular breathing #and now you're a pro!

[midnightcrw]

Simon sits in the bathtub, his scars and burn marks painting his back. You sit behind him, gently washing away the grime, feeling his body tense under your touch.

His head hangs low, fingers fumbling nervously, as if resisting the comfort of being cared for.

In a tender moment, you press a soft kiss to his shoulder, and he instinctively shuts his eyes, as if running from the warmth.

"Thank you," he murmurs.

The corners of your lips lift up slightly as you continue to wash away the grime from his body. You knew how difficult it was for Simon to thank others, or even accept a little bit of kindness.

You feel his muscles relax, and his tenseness fade as your fingers make slow, circular motions around his body.

You notice subtle changes in his breathing pattern and feel him lean into your touch. His fingers reach for the sides of the tub, and you begin to shampoo his hair, working through all the knots and tangles to leave it soft and shiny.

It was the first time that you helped him bathe, and he needed it. Simon had come in, barely being able to hold himself up after his mission.

For him, this is a strange experience, but he relaxes as you work. For you, you enjoy the feeling of him finally opening up to you and allowing you to see a softer side of him.

He's not used to being vulnerable with anyone, but as you clean him, you feel him becoming more comfortable with someone so close and caring, and you smile at the realization of how much he trusts you.

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