sweet music

be still, my foolish heart / don't ruin this on me

[bashonair-blog]

Well I wanted to be on tonight but life got out of hand and now i’m sitting here in bed on mobile at 12:30 am and i have to wake up in the morning at 7.... so replies will be typed out on mobile and i’ll format them tomorrow night when i get home

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[bashonair-blog]

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Bash —

      Pursing the record store had become a welcomed tradition since Esme had move to the town of Jericho. There was something undoubtedly authentic about the rows and rows of both new and used records. Some of her most vinyls had come from off these shelves, always intrigued her to come back and hunt for more. That’s exactly what the woman had been doing when searing pain at the base of her spine. Her soulmark. Esme let out a weak gasp as she was bombarded with an influx of emotions. Confusion. Adoration. Pain. Elation. Fear. A mixture of the feelings both hers and the man standing in front of her just as wide eyed.

The burning pain in their wrist made them gasp and step back, dropping the stack of cds in their hand to clatter on the ground. It was instinctive to cover their soulmark, as the rush of dizzying feelings thundered through their head brought physical pain to the mark, fading after a moment. It was difficult to separate out their feelings and the feelings of this stranger turned soulmate. Soulmate. The word was a rush to think about, the entire idea of it, finding the person you would have near for the rest of your life. It wasn’t a maybe any longer, it was real and now and immediate. 

“I’ve waited so long for you.” It was spoken in a hushed whisper, reverent. “And you’re here now.” The overwhelming joy of that thought swamped them, tears springing to their eyes in an automatic response. They covered their face in embarrassment as they leaned against the shelf. Their next words were spoken through incredulous laughter. “I’m crying in a record store about meeting my soulmate. This feels like a rom-com, truly.”

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[bashonair-blog]

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Jericho wasn’t San Francisco or Boston, that was for sure, but it still had its creature comforts. Bash was in one now, the record shop. Even with the small town charm of Jericho, the music selection was top notch, both well known and undiscovered talent sharing space on the shelves. They had to met the store owner sometime and thank them for their contributions, in a round about way, to the station. Bash was here, browsing for another album to add to the stack in their hands, before they would go in for the evening program. They were already thinking about the program, not really paying attention as they reached for a title that caught their eye. Instead of the cd case, their fingers collided with someone else’s.

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jericho’s idyllic scenery became blurry as josie went cross eyed attempting to thread her needle with a light blue string for what seemed like the thousandth time. “for fuck’s sake.” she addressed the needle and thread and her own shaky hands. “it’s a good thing i quit med school.” she said aloud to no one in particular - she thought she was alone, in fact. josie had tucked herself behind a tree to enjoy the sunny day and get some work done, her neighbor’s dress wouldn’t hem itself after all. but she came across her first obstacle quickly, the thread just not cooperating with her today for some reason or another. still, she gave her thousand and one try a go, her tongue sticking out slightly as she carefully approached the needle with thread. she was far too occupied to notice anyone’s comings or goings. 

[bashonair-blog]

Bash was walking towards the nearest park, carrying a sheaf of paper that was the next bit of income. They liked sitting in the park, soaking in the sun while correcting errors in economic studies. Sometimes they wished that there was more reliable internet connection, so they didn’t have to request that papers be sent in the mail. Although there was something to be said for old fashioned ways. Speaking of which, there was a woman hemming a dress, the piecework familiar to Bash from their mother. This woman seemed to be having particular trouble with threading her needle. They paused, observing, working on something in their own hands. A old worn out pen was fished from the bottom of their bag, uncapped, the spring removed, bent open, shaped into a triangle and then offered up. “Perhaps this will help? Not quite a needle threader but something close.”

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winnie was failing to hide her laughter, a chuckle or two slipping out as she recalled the event from today. although she never swore in front of her students, their families had apparently not been so cautious. she purses her lips together, trying to tell the tale as clearly as she could. “anywho, we were painting in class today and one of my students ended up with more paint on his hands than on his paper. when we were cleaning up he looked at me - completely serious expression on his face - and asked me ‘how the fuck do i get this off?’ it took every ounce of my energy not to laugh. i felt so bad having to punish him but i’d be in a bad spot if i had thirty children saying the word fuck in my classroom.”  

[bashonair-blog]

It was a bit of a pet project, what they were doing. Recording Jericho local’s everyday life stories to remove a little bit of the mystical nature of the town to outsiders. They just wanted to show, aside from the soulmates, that it was just a normal small town. They had to smile at Winnie’s delighted chuckles at her student’s antics, and adjusted the recorder a bit closer to her. “Oh, you want to know the first word my older brother said in English in a classroom? Fucknuts. I never knew where he picked it up, he was twelve and had gotten a test back. Right as the teacher walked by.” They gave a small laugh. “Kids, they say the funniest things. Okay I think that’ll do it for anything I have to record. Thanks for doing this, once again.”

[bashonair-blog]

Wow I definitely should have been more prepared for this open but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, this goblin bastard just wanted to stay in bed and decompose. But here I am, so let’s go. I’m Cai (he/they), and this is the first of my babies. Feel free to IM or message me! My d*cord is cai#8975, if you want it. I’ll get to work on Soto’s intro right after this, and then whip up some wc pages for both. So freaking excited for Jericho, as it’s my first soulmates rp!

*  ♡ ˙ ˖    / rami malek + non-binary male + they/them. — did you know bash’s real name is bashnouna mamun? oh yeah, they are a thirty-seven year old radio host known as the magnanimous that has been in town for four years. this bisexual aquarius can be charismatic + supportive, as well as impatient + unrestrained. i hear their soulmark is an ouroboros on the inner wrist of their right hand, and their two soulmates look like sofia boutella & chris evans. radio broadcasts through buzzing static at midnight, a warm bed you can’t wait to get back to, and nimble fingers twirling a pen.

tw: mention of death

Bash was born in Egypt, but their family emigrated when they were ten, to San Francisco. They were escaping discrimination against Copts, as two of their uncles died in a killing spree in their farming village.

When they arrived in California, Bash was surprised they weren’t settling on another farm, but they had family in the city who had offered them a place to stay, so it was the first time they lived in a big city. They couldn’t fall asleep for an entire night the first week, there was so much noise.

Bash threw themselves into their studies, and quickly excelled in their ESL classes. They were smart, were an honors student all their their schooling and kept up nicely with their two older brothers.

Bash grew up uneventfully in San Francisco, sometimes going back to Egypt to visit family who had decided to stay. They went to City College for economics and somehow fell into the true passion of their life—radio.

They had responded to a flyer in their building for a part time janitor position in the local NPR station, and it just snowballed from there. 

They came out to their family, finding them surprisingly accepting, midway through their college education.

They eventually moved to the east coast, having finished their bachelor’s degree in economics, and got a job as a radio host for a small station operating in Boston. 

That station closed down, and one their fellow hosts mentioned Jericho and how the station there needed some employees. Bash pounced on the chance and moved to Jericho four years ago. Now they co-host the evening program.

You can often find them in the local coffeeshops well into the afternoon, as that’s their morning, or browsing the local music store to find new music for the radio station. They also do economics research paper reviews, which is likely what you’ll find them reading in the park at sunset before they head in to the radio station. 

[rob-pattinson]

RAMI MALEK for The Wrap (2018), ph. Shayan Asgharnia.