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occvltswim · 3 days
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Triple Six Mafia - Club Memphis (Underground Volume 2)
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hairmetal666 · 1 year
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Steve and Eddie don't like each other at first. Or, no, that's not quite right. They're still bonded from everything. They're friends, sort of, but they don't spend time together outside the group, have trouble talking one-on-one.
Steve doesn't think about it much. So, he and Eddie won't ever be real friends, okay. He's a little disappointed, but mostly he doesn't understand how he feels about the other guy. He's always anxious when Eddie's around, clumsy and stuttering, infected with Robin's tendency to nervous chatter. It doesn't make sense. It's just Eddie. But that's the thing. It's Eddie and Steve doesn't know how to act around him.
And Eddie? Well, he spends a lot of time avoiding Steve because the fucking cascade of butterflies he gets every time Harrington is around. He knows what it means, knows even he isn't immune to the Harrington charm, but he needs to be. He needs to keep his heart safe. So, he keeps his distance because Steve Harrington is not for him and never will be.
It changes during movie nights. First it's teasing Dustin and Mike, mocking whatever horrible movie the kids put on, and then it's inside jokes, and playful bickering, and evenings with just the two of them drinking beer and sharing joints.
Then it's August. It's too hot everywhere and Steve's parents are home, so they're in Steve's car, driving with no destination, a couple joints in Eddie's jacket pocket and a six-pack in the trunk. They're listening to a mixtape Eddie made Steve, a bunch of metal. Steve still doesn't get it but there are a couple of songs he enjoys. Rainbow in the Dark starts--this is one Steve likes, reminds him of Eddie and not just because it's Dio. Sun filters through foliage and into the car windows, backlighting Eddie's curls like he's some kind of deity, beautiful and ethereal, not part of this world.
Steve starts singing along to the music, can't help himself. His friend throws him a beaming smile, big enough that Steve thinks his heart stops. He smiles back. He and Eddie sing the rest of the song together, and Steve is...he's content. He's happy. He hasn't felt this way since--well fuck--since 1983. Their eyes meet again, gazes linger, warmth pools in Steve's chest and low in his stomach.
Oh. He thinks. That's what this is. It settles something inside him, the knowing.
Time passes, they get closer, share a bed most nights. Doesn't matter where as long as they're together. Sleep better this way, both of them.
They're at the trailer when it happens, sharing a joint, loosely tucked against each other in bed.
"I've never had a friend like you," Eddie says. His eyes stay fixed on the smoke he exhaled. "I know you and Robin are--like, I get it. But you're--for me--"
"Yeah," Steve agrees. He flushes from his chest to forehead. "For me too."
It's enough, they both think. They're standing on the edge of more have been for months, but this? This is good. There's no need to push, to force. They're hurt, Steve thinks. They're healing. And they have time.
Corroded Coffin plays their first show back at the Hideout in December. Steve's never seen Eddie like this, performing. His shirt is cropped and artfully torn, his jeans more rip than pants. He's wearing eyeliner and his hair is wild. And the way he moves, sinuous and sleek, hips thrusting in a tantalizing rhythm as he shreds on the guitar. Steve wants so badly he feels it in his teeth.
He finds Eddie smoking behind the Hideout after the set. His eye are too bright, his smile manic, the adrenaline keying him up to the highest setting of Eddie. Steve knows he matches the energy, can't help it.
Eddie throws himself into Steve's arms, wrapping around him tight enough that no space lingers. The musician presses his face into Steve's neck, nuzzling, lips pressing against his pulse point. They touch always, share a bed and cuddle, but never like this; nothing like this. Steve pulls Eddie closer, and groans at the mutual swivel of their hips.
Eddie's breath comes in panting bursts, and Steve thinks, "here it is, finally, finally," but the door next to them bangs open and they jump apart at the noise.
Their friends and the rest of the Corroded Coffin guys come out, frolicking and shouting, complimenting Eddie on the show. If anyone noticed them embracing, notices the way they both adjust their clothing to hide their matching arousal, they don't say anything.
Steve wakes early the next morning, early enough that Eddie doesn't even stir beside him, hair wild and eyeliner smeared.
He gets out of bed, starts breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes and bacon, Eddie's favorite. He's so intent on cooking that he doesn't hear the other man come up behind him, doesn't realize he's even awake until a warm body presses to his back, long-fingered hands slipping under his t-shirt, tracing the scars on his stomach. He leans into it without a thought. They touch all the time, but they don't touch like this.
"Watcha making, sweetheart?" Eddie whispers.
"Your favorite," Steve answers.
Eddie makes a little sound, almost a whimper, and presses his face to Steve's neck. Steve lifts his chin, leaning into Eddie and offering more. Warm lips press against his jaw, down to the moles on his throat. A moan slips from his lips as he grinds his ass into Eddie's hardness. The other man groans, grabbing at Steve's hips.
Somewhere in the press of their bodies, Steve has the presence of mind to turn. He lifts his hands, cups Eddie's jaw, thumbs caressing the stubbled, scarred skin of his cheeks. "Okay?" He asks. His voice shakes.
Eddie's eyes are wide, shining, and he swallows hard. Steve knows he's overwhelmed, knows that the words won't come. Instead, Eddie nods, and finally finally they kiss.
Steve is flying. His blood soars in his veins, his heart lifts off. It was always supposed to be this. Always supposed to be them.
It was slow. It was easy. It was small jokes, and long looks, and little touches, and singing in cars and best friends and sharing beds.
His heart belonged to Eddie Munson for months. It will belong to him forever.
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omegaremix · 1 month
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Omega Radio for February 25, 2017; #133.
Specials, The “A Message To Rudy”
Smiths, The “Accept Yourself”
Nina Hagen “Smack Jack”
Buzzcocks “Time’s Up”
Jah Wobble “Today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life”
Kraftwerk “Europa Endlos”
X-Ray Spex “I Am A Poseur”
Can “Tape Kebab”
Pere Ubu “Blow Daddy-O”
Lydia Lunch “Spooky”
David Bowie “Starman”
Gary Numan “Cars”
Suicide “Diamonds, Fur Coat & Champagne”
Lizzy Mercier Descloux “Fire”
Rosa Yemen “Herpes”
Damned, The “Dozen Girls”
Public Image Ltd. “Rise”
Sid Vicious “Something Else”
Adverts, The “Bored Teenagers”
Raincoats, The “Go Away / No Side To Fall In” (live)
Leonard Cohen “Don’t Go Home With Your Hard-On”
Talking Heads “Same As It Ever Was”, “Wild Wild Life”
Cars, The “Shake It Up”
Martin Rev “River Of Tears”
Lou Reed “No Money Down”
Velvet Underground & Nico “Heroin”
Deluxe marquee and standards broadcast.
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disease · 21 days
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CLAMS CASINO | INSTRUMENTAL MIXTAPES 1-4
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ananke-xiii · 1 month
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Mixtapes <3
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go-go-devil · 4 months
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After far too long of battling my perfectionism for song placements, I have FINALLY finished my Haruspex mixtape, thus completing my trilogy of Healer Playlists meant to reflect each of their routes in Pathologic Classic HD!
If you're an Artemy Burakh enjoyer and have a half-hour to spare please come and give this one a listen ;)
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https://youtu.be/vd1YEi0paTQ
The depression monsters have been winning again but I did a thing I have been wanting to do for a while and made a strange mixtape of some weird music from the deep south.
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I made thing: tape case inlay for the story playlist to If It Wasn't For (Y)our Misfortunes, a Killer Frequency story.
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all-or-nothing-baby · 2 months
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“ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔦𝔪.”
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plenilune · 8 months
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a windy night, and you've drifted between stations. welcome to Club Rhapsody.
🌒📡🎛️🪩 dj knife crow's club rhapsody midnight signal mix 🪩🎛️📡🌘
the background to a party you once visited in a dream, or a night spent watching lightning flash over a cheap motel parking lot. featuring a carefully curated selection of numbers stations to lull you to visions.
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upnorthtrips · 4 months
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Do Remember! The Golden Era of NYC Hip-Hop Mixtapes is the first comprehensive deep-dive oral and visual history of the golden era of hip-hop mixtape culture in New York City. From street corners to corner offices, mixtapes made a huge impact on the music industry and hip-hop culture in New York City during the late ’80s, ’90s, and early 2000s. Mixtapes helped dictate what rap songs were hot in the clubs, on the radio, and in the streets, and they influenced which artists would get signed to record deals. Mixtapes also showcased which DJs had the most skills and creativity, and who had the juice to pull the illest exclusives. Do Remember! combines the best elements of oral and pictorial histories to explore the evolution of mixtapes as a crucial component of New York City hip-hop culture. Featuring a comprehensive collection of rare mixtape cover art, never-before-seen images, vintage tracklists, and exclusive interviews with Kid Capri, Brucie B, Mister Cee, Ron G, S&S, Doo Wop, Green Lantern, Lord Finesse, Clark Kent, Bobbito, Cipha Sounds, Havoc of Mobb Deep, the late, great DJ Kay Slay, and many more, including a special foreword by Fab 5 Freddy, Do Remember! captures an era in New York City that went on to inspire future hip-hop generations all over the world.
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shelbyinubakilee · 1 month
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Mixtapes Tracks
Maybe it's the way you say my name Maybe it's the way you play your game But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you
And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine
'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile
Wishing on dandelions all of the time Praying to God that one day you'll be mine Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time
I think that you are the one for me 'Cause it gets so hard to breathe When you're looking at me, I've never felt so alive and free When you're looking at me, I've never felt so happy
And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine
'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile
Wishing on dandelions all of the time Praying to God that one day you'll be mine Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time
Dandelion, into the wind you go Won't you let my darling know? Dandelion, into the wind you go Won't you let my darling know that?
I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile
Wishing on dandelions all of the time Praying to God that one day you'll be mine Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time
I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine-Ruth B.
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I totally forgot I made this. It’s been beneath my mattress to flatten the paper. 🤣
Did you hear there’s a Rocket week coming in March? I’m pretty excited about it. Peter Quill will be my favorite though. Hops everyone is having a great day!
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omegaremix · 23 days
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Omega Radio for March 5, 2018; #156.
Prurient & The Rita “Side A”
Russell Haswell “Coventry”
Ames Sanglantes “Clinical Chaos”
Aaron Dilloway “Inhuman Form Reflected”
Ex-Models “Buy American”
Muslimgauze “Azzazin (Untitled 6)”
Kazumoto Endo “Shinjuku Kahki Pants”, “14:18:45″
Maurizio Bianchi “Maidanek”
Bill Orcutt “Collective Action”
Total “The Very Witch Of Fuck”
V/Vm “All Night Long (Butcher All Night)”
Sightings “Black Peter”
Latrine Psychology Guild “Track 02″
Ryke “VII”
Trepaneringsritualen “A Black Egg”
Genocide Organ “I Don’t Wanna Die”
John Wiese “Decelerator”, “New Wave Dust”
Boredoms “Super You”
Killer Bug “Masked Porno Star”
Ramleh “Weird Tyranny”
Military Position “Poor Fools”
Sun City Girls “Fresh Kill Of A Cape Hunting Dog”
Pan Daijing “Sex”, “Come To Sit, Come To Refuse, Come To Surround”
G. Jupitter-Larsen & The Haters “War Of The Worms”
Brume “Untitled”
Con-Dom “How Welcome I Death to Who I Have Nothing More To Do Than Die”
Monte Cazazza “To Mom On Mother’s Day”
Lasse Marhaug “Feed Feel Pt. 2″
Death Squad “Kontrol”
Bonus noise broadcast.
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luvwich · 24 hours
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five songs & three outfits
tagged by @ouroboros-hideout! thank ya <3 i did this for vania here, let's check in with valerie! that whore!
Rules: Post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 3 outfits they would wear.
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💖 valerie mathilde de bretteville-minami // VMdBM
nina simone — mood indigo you ain't never been blue til you've had that mood indigo micachu & the shapes — turn me well get to me and turn me well, i'm a tired soul
destroyer — 3000 flowers like a ship lit up at sea with scars where its talons used to be the vaselines — jesus wants me for a sunbeam don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die don't ever ask your love of me
gil scott-heron — me and the devil you may bury my body down by the highway side so my old evil spirit can greyhound bus that ride
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no-presh taggin @aggravateddurian @fly-amanitaa @orangekittyenergy @shimmer-like-agirl @themermaidriot
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rebelsouljah · 1 year
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go-go-devil · 6 months
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Anybody in the mood to listen to a playlist of ocean-themed prog rock/prog-adjacent songs I crafted several years back?
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