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tenshunnoise · 6 months
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weapons of mass creation.
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newvegascowboy · 11 months
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#25 for Red and Cass?
Very interesting choice anon, I commend you
25# "I cant believe you talked me into this."
"To be fair, I don't think I had to do very much talking."
The whiskey is thick on Red's tongue, coating their mouth with the kind of sickly sweetness they've come to associate with Cass. They're grinning though, and so is Cass, her face flushed pink - somewhere between drunk and excited. She's hiding her smile behind a fan of cards, hair loose around her shoulders. There's a pleasing crinkle at the corner of her eyes, almost distracting enough to hide the sly glitter as she watches Red.
There's a bottle on the bed between them, already a fifth empty. Both of them are barefoot, two pairs of boots lying scattered on the floor. The bunk in the outpost isn't private, but it's cozy and it's dark, enough to provide the illusion of solitude. A solitary reading lamp lights the two of them up in soft yellows as the rest of the outpost slumbers on undisturbed. A sandstorm batters outside the walls, but the howling only muffles the sound of their hushed laughter.
Red, unaccustomed to drinking, is already caught in that ebb that belies drunkenness. If it were anyone else, anywhere else, Red would not nearly be so comfortable. But here in the barracks of the Mojave outpost, well. The worst that will catch them is a hangover.
"If I'm honest," Red starts, glancing at their cards. "I don't remember you saying much of anything."
"Cause you were just thinking of me with my shirt off, huh?"
"Don't be crass," Red says. "I'm a gentleman. I would never say that. It was implied."
Cass snorts, rocking back on the mattress. "Quit stalling," she says. "What's your hand?"
With a faint grimace, Red tilts their cards forward - a joker and a pair of eights. Bust in the two person version of blackjack they've invented for themselves.
Cass doesn't crow, but her expression turns smug. "Bummer, cowboy," she says, tossing her cards to the side. "Shed 'em."
Rolling their eyes, Red straightens and pulls the tails of their shirt out from their belt. "From the looks of it, the only person with their shirt off is going to be me," they say, unbuttoning their shirt and shrugging it off their shoulders. Cass' smug grin only grows as she settles back on her palms.
"Get better at playing cards, then," she says, quirking an eyebrow.
Shirt discarded on the floor next to their boots, Red shrugs. They're hardly shy, but they don't miss the way Cass' grin widens at the sight of the tanline dipping down the front of their chest. "Then all we'd be doing is drinking," Red says. "And that's only fun for so long."
"Do we need to find something to entertain you?" Cass asks.
Reaching for the bottle between them, Red lifts it to their lips, eyebrows raised. The taste almost makes them grimace, even as warmth seeps through their chest. "Depending on who wins the next hand, we just might."
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holywaterzzz · 2 years
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Have you ever seen two girlfriends be so whipped for eachother they gotta make clapping awkward
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aequitaes · 1 year
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don’t you ever point a gun at someone you’re not going to shoot. // Rafe to Sam
↪ @enacrai + rafe.
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"Oh yeah?" A sharp inhale comes through the nostrils, fingers tense near the trigger to add a sense of urgency. His steel gaze was unwavering, yet wounded. Is he enjoying the position? No. As far as he was concerned, this man was a threat to him if he was a threat to his brother, no matter what happened between them.
As Sam reminded Rafe, "I have killed many ... many men before. What makes this situation different?" Ah, but there was a crack in his voice, and Rafe knew that Sam still held some emotions. In truth, he hated everything about this situation. In contrast to Sam, who stood still, hesitating, the man adjacent, off the two, had a short fuse, and was able to pull a trigger far too easily. "C'mon... Just ....hand it over, and nobody has to get hurt." For the love of God Rafe, please
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mushe-room · 2 years
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wan atenshun
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Rookie writers WHY. You want stakes? Put Nolan in the tank, have Lucy be the one Rosalind calls to get him out, have Tim going apeshit when she disappears, and Bailey maybe gets one scene of tension when she’s trying to pry open the cage.
Every pairing generates tension AND we have the possibility of Lucy / Nolan past relationship shit coming up, with Tim angst thrown in. juicy, JUICY stakes.
like can you imagine Lucy sitting across from the woman who put her in a barrel? And Tim showing up but being forced to watch Lucy decide between Nolan or absolution from her trauma? or even better, he gets shot in the process of trying to intervene?? like????
Instead we waste the death of the show’s BEST villain on…a lacklustre character nobody really gives a shit about while Nolan makes Boy Scout choices over dinner? I mean for fuck’s sake, at least if he shot Rosalind there’d be Character Growth and A Choice That Haunts Him All Season. As is, we get zero growth, zero complexity. Like GUYS, guys whatre you doinggggg.
Also we needed ONE “you OK?” from Tim to Lucy, and her dismissing his concern to build Even More Tenshun. LIKE…GUYS??? You’re writers…right?? 😭😭😭😭
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Inktober Day 7: Kitchen
I’m so very behind in Inktober, but I’m recovered enough now from being sick to take a crack at catching up with the prompts I had attempted this last week. Bear with me as I post them. and put a pause on the current prompts. They’ll have varying degrees of sketchiness from here on out. 
Grumm ladled creamy pale batter on to a heated stone, grunting eagerly as he watched it cook. “Gurr, pancakers. Oi dearly do luv pancakers wi brekkist.”
His tiny nephew Bungo stirred a cauldron furiously.
 “Hurrhurr, an’zoop, Nuncle Grumm. Doant furget ‘ee zoop!”
“Gurrout you’m darft liddle moler. ‘Ow could oi furget zoop! Yurr, doant stir et too farst, you’m ull spoil et.”
“Bungo’s tiny paws were a blur as he stirred faster and faster. “You’m doant tell oi ‘ow to stir zoop, oi been doin’ et since oi were nought but a liddle un. Pay ‘tenshun to thoi pancakers!”
    --Martin the Warrior, by Brian Jacques
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t2000000000 · 27 days
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musicandjunk · 1 month
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letters-to-tension · 6 months
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Dier Tenshun,
cant talk long. Pieright and Torn wer attckd bye Mimix. We almst dyd, but its fien. We also foght sum unded dier an ther king. Aftr, Torn saw a evl unikorn leaf. But we broght bac the idle we wer sent aftr, so the livin king will give us a ship. Yur frend, Wintrbries
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tenshunnoise · 5 months
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Improvised Modular synth noise sesh with DIY module i made using Daisy_SM.
It has drums (Kick, Snare, Cymbal) , Noise drone Oscillator, clock output, Random gate output, & 2 random voltage outputs.
all being controlled by MRC Delta which is being clocked by my module
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Here’s the full mix for the “Muqata’a Invites” segment where Cinturon Negro was invited to play,in this mix you will find many things,from beats,to field recordings and also music from very different countries like Russia,Bolivia,Tibet and many more
Thanks again to Muqata’a for the invitation and to Root Radio from Istambul (Turkey)
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seinzofageing · 4 years
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// end of decade blessings from @indie.rock.mag on their best of 2019 list!! and thank you seb lapin for the good word :: shouts to @_damien_m and @ihaarecords family for the faith :: and off course #tenshun :: heres to more goodness in 2020 https://www.instagram.com/p/B60amv-g4jU/?igshid=m8r7nfnmlbfn
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thekidzcantfathom · 5 years
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「[SKRAPEZ] performs at Marshall Scotties.
Shot by Stephen Herron.
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mushe-room · 2 years
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wan tenshun
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ihadanaccident · 4 years
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Contaminated minds lathe bundle still available at Tenshun’s Bandcamp https://10shun.bandcamp.com/album/contaminated-minds don’t sleep only four left! #contaminatedminds #damien #tenshun #diy #lathe #cassette https://www.instagram.com/p/B5S4S6UAkIg/?igshid=165wgviqsreyd
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