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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Trash Stache

Summary: Lloyd’s Feelings got hurt, and now he’s needy

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, needy!Lloyd, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, PIV sex, angry sex, creampie, mentions of cockwarming, D/s dynamics, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.5K

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Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pull out your phone, with seeing his nickname, you answer quickly. Holding the phone tight in your fingers, and you hope it's his voice you hear. Missions always mean danger. Danger always mean that it could be Lloyd's last day.

"Ray of Sunshine?"

"Oh, Punky," you sigh. Even though you hear the slight anguish in his voice. "How's my baby doing?"

"I'm at your place."

"I'm headed there now. Give me ten minutes," you lie, knowing it'll only take seven. Your baby is hurt, and you're not sure if it's his ego or his body, nor do you care.

You rush through the city to your apartment, swerving through the traffic. Lloyd needs you, and you're going to do what you have to, just to make it to him. Taking two steps at a time, and swinging the door open. You stare at him, hands on his head, while he slumps forward, "Boo Bear, you wanna talk about it?" you coo over to him. You're body walking into the bedroom, just to put on his favorite lingerie.

You sit on the coffee table in front of him, your legs going on either side of his, and it's only then, that he gives you that puppy dog look. "Punky, tell me what happened?" his bottom lip juts out, and there's a slight shaking of his head. "Lloyd, you tell me what happened."

"He called it a trash stache," you let out an aw, and pet over his clean, but not styled hair. He had already found use of your shower. Those baby blue eyes drift over your own, and you see them going glossy, "Do you think it's a trash stache?"

"I do not."

"You're just saying that," his arms cross over his chest, leaning back on the couch, he glares at you. "I don't like being made fun of.”

Reaching forward, you pet over his forearm. Your fingers tickling over his skin, and he lets out a little whimper. "I am not just saying that. You remember what I told you?"

Bashfully he looks away nodding his head. Those cheeks glowing and pink, "What did I tell you?”

"You like the way it felt."

"I like the way it felt where?" he looks over at you biting his lip. Leaning forward, his pointer finger runs up the lacy panties, right on your slit, and he moans at how slicked up you already are. "Uh-uh, use your words Boo Bear."

"You like it on your pussy. Said that it's pretty nice on your tits, too," using his knees he pushes your legs further apart, and gazes at your cunt. "I wanna taste," you raise an eyebrow at him, and he adds in, "Please?"

"Not yet," you maneuver those barely there panties off, spreading your legs again. Winding your hand down your front, you use your fingers to spread your swollen lips. Letting Lloyd watch as your pussy clenches around nothing and he gives another whine.

Flattening out your hand, you cover your hole, and tsk at him, "No, I wanna see it!"

"Do you deserve to see it?"

"I'll get on my knees, use my mustache to stimulate your clit. Please? I'll be your good Boo Bear. I...I'll even let my cock just go soft and sad."

"So you're saying that you don't want to fuck me?" his head shakes back and forth quickly. Trying to make you believe that there is nothing that he wouldn't do just for a taste of your essence.

"Please, Sunshine. I'll do anything. I just want a tiny little taste. Please?"

You hook your finger, wiggling for him to come hither. Those tight khaki panted knees drop to the floor, and he wraps his arms around your legs, pulling you closer to his eager mouth.

His eyes stay on your glistening folds, and he runs his tongue up and down your slit. Savoring your sweet tangy taste. Finally looking up at you, before fully diving in. That mustache creating the best extra stimulation for your bundle of nerves. The vibrations from his moans adding even more pleasure.

The man totally obsessed with your pussy. Because Lloyd hansen doesn't kneel down to any man, but you are no man. He gives your little bean a nibble, before his tongue slides down, and into your tight channel. Literally tongue fucking you, while his nose takes care of your clit.

You want to cuss the man that dared call your favorite thing a trash stache, because the way that clit tickler makes you feel is heavenly. Moving your fingers through his hair, you push him closer to your greedy cunt. Lloyd doesn't care, this is the battle he would gladly die in.

Moving back out of your pussy be caters to his favorite toy, your clit, sucking on the swollen bud while he enters two fingers in your cunt. Your body writhes with his ministrations, and your whimpers sing up his praises, "Fuck you were made for this. That is my pussy stache," you watch as he needily starts thrusting air. His hips hunching over nothing as you race for your finish. "Right there Boo Bear! Fuck you're amazing. So fucking amazing. You gonna make me cum, baby? Want me to cum in that pretty little mouth."

With a desperate mewl, you cum onto his hungry mouth, but he doesn't stop. Your body trembling, as he fights for one more orgasm. Perfect rhythm and pace, because he studies you like his missions. Having to lay back on the table, when your legs shake uncontrollably. Your body tenses up, and loses all control.

Those fingers slam into your cunt but he pulls back, mouth wide open, and tongue flat. With a scream, you squirt into his starved mouth, and he laps up your juices. Drinking it down like the finest scotch. "Fuck, yeah," you pant. Staring down at that beautiful needy man. His lips shiny with your arousal, and he leans forward to give your sensitive skin kisses. Peppering them all over your thighs.

"How's that pretty cock, Lloyd?"

"Hard, and wanting you to milk it dry."

With shallow breath, you instruct him to pick you up, "Carry me to the bed baby. I know you've got to be so frustrated at that bad man. You want to take it out on me?"

"It hurts," he says with a wicked smirk.

"I know baby, why don't you show mama how angry you are at what that bad man said."

Dropping you to the bed, he rips off your remaining lace, stripping his own self, before he places your body, how he wants it; on your back, and legs spread wide, nearly drooling at the sight of your cunt.

He gives your drenched sex a few slaps with his angry cock, his precum and your slick creating thin lines of sticky arousal. Sliding his tip over your bundle of nerves until moving to the treasure below. Barely thrusting his tip in, before slamming his hips into you.

Crashing on you over and over again. Grunting at how stupid Court Gentry is, but one look at where the two of you connect, and he almost goes soft, "Don't you dare! You fuck me hard! I don't care if you break the fucking bed. Fuck me!" Grabbing your headboard he stabs into you harshly. Getting off on just your pleasured face. Pictures and decorations shaking off the walls, and he fucks into you harder. You voice a mess of praises up at him, mixed with just screaming his name. Letting him know by the mess on the bed how good he is. Your juices soak your back, and you want him to fuck you harder.

Gripping his back, your nails dig into his skin. Seething and teeth bared, he ruts into you even harder. Your head and pussy getting the beating of a lifetime. When your walls flutter around him, you see that needy gaze in his eyes. "Fuck, what do you need baby?"

Sticking his tongue out, he lays it flat. Lloyd always did have an oral fixation. Holding onto his cheek, you let him suck on your thumb, while his cock twitches. "Keep going, Boo Bear, I'm almost there baby," hips crashing on hips, he feels your walls clench down tight, as the best high of your life flows rapidly through your body. With a few more stuttered thrusts, you feel hot ropes of cum paint your walls, before that sweet man collapses on you.

"There's a sweet boy, you made me feel so good. But do you feel better?"

"Yes, but you promise it's not a trash stashe?"

"I promise, Punky. That thing is what makes you a god with your mouth, okay," he leans up, his eyes soft and glowing before giving you the softest and sweetest kiss. "Spend the night with me, baby, that way I can hold you all night long."

"You'll be the big spoon?"

"Of course, unless you want me to cockwarm you?"

He gives you a wicked grin, "Maybe later, just hold me."

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glenngaylord · 9 months

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Bloody Good - Film Review: Bottoms: ★★★★

For me, anything remotely socially redeeming has always felt like the death knell for comedies. Whenever Hollywood has a lesson to teach me, I would prefer to skip school, thank you very much. I like my teenage movie heroes dazed, confused, and taking days off if they want to make me laugh. Well thank goodness Emma Seligman and Rachel Sennott got the memo, because their new film, Bottoms, aims gorgeously, deliriously, perfectly low and hits a bullseye. Think Porky’s meets Fight Club only with horny lesbians lusting through those shower peepholes and kicking serious ass. Oh, and did I mention, it’s hilarious?

Seligman’s feature debut, Shiva Baby, which starred Sennott, skillfully showcased their abilities to sustain a claustrophobic, nervous energy over its 77 minute runtime. Working together again, this time co-writing the screenplay, they’ve tackled a completely different tone, opting for an over-the-top sensibility yet with two very grounded characters at the center of it all. PJ (Sennott) and Josie (The Bear standout Ayo Edebiri) play two outcast high school seniors who start an all-female fight club as a front for losing their virginity to a pair of hot cheerleaders. They also want to improve their station at school. Improving things with violence! What could go wrong?!

PJ’s messy, a bit of a braggart, overly confident, and let’s face it, kind of an asshole, while Josie stays crushingly in a low self-esteem deadpan space. Sennott and Edebiri, who in real life, along with Seligman, met in college, have such a vivid chemistry, they make this outrageous premise feel strangely purposeful and with real emotional stakes. That’s no easy feat when the film is so completely bonkers.

Imagine a high school in which the football players wear their uniforms to class, or that has a P.A. system blaring humiliations no Board Of Education would ever allow. Into this fray we have our heroines who concoct a fake murderous backstory. They claim they did time in juvenile hall in order to lead their self-defense workshops and enlist a teacher, Mr G. (the scene-stealing Marshawn Lynch) to barely serve as an adult supervisor. Next they invite as many girls as they can for some truly bloody hand-to-hand combat, roping in their true targets, Brittany (Kaia Gerber) for PJ and Isabel (Havana Rose Liu) for Josie. The latter has an on again/off again relationship with the horribly douchey quarterback Jeff (Red, White & Royal Blue breakout star Nicholas Galitzine), but it’s not a stretch to see that Josie’s the better choice. Galitzine is a comic wonder in the role, leaping off the screen, using his elastic facial expression and loose body language to create a sensational villain. This actor has quite a range. Same goes for Miles Fowler as his overly protective BFF Tim. They’re two of the gayest straight characters I’ve seen onscreen in a long time, perhaps a nod to the gay football players from Heathers. Out SNL regular Punkie Johnson also contributes a funny scene about the insane lore of the rival football team. Ruby Cruz and Summer Joy Campbell also shine as standout members of the fight club with emotions dangerously close to the surface.

Seligman and Sennott pile on so many details about past traumas, who’s lusting after who, player allergies, and opposing team threats that it’s easy to dismiss the film as sheer nonsense. To that I say, it proudly wears that on its blood-soaked sleeves. This remains especially true during the insane third act when the filmmakers go for broke and attempt South Park levels of violence and conflict. Our main characters learn absolutely nothing, or at least kick that can down the road for another day. Their reaction to all that has come before, in fact, that usual moment in most films where someone learns a valuable lesson, earned the biggest spit-take laugh from me. Seligman has outdone herself for her sophomore effort going from twitchy indie to a comedy I’ll be watching over and over again for years to come. Likewise, Sennott and Edebiri make for a powerhouse comedy team because you want to lean in and eavesdrop while simultaneously shielding your eyes from their oh-so-wrongdoings. Give these bottoms all the power.

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hana-akari · 10 months

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NAME | Spence/Spencer NICKNAMES | Punky ZODIAC SIGN | Virgo HEIGHT | 5'4 ORIENTATION | Demisexual NATIONALITY | Half Swedish/Just a basic white boy FAVORITE FRUIT | Blueberries FAVORITE SEASON | Winter FAVORITE BOOK | I don't have a singular favorite book but my all time favorite book series is The Saga Of Darren Shan. Really I love all of Darren Shan's book series. They're overly edgy and corny but charmingly so. FAVORITE FLOWER | Forgetmenots (Bet you were expecting me to say sakuras.) FAVORITE SCENT | The scent of freshly cleaned laundry FAVORITE COLOR | Black (I know it's not a color but I'm putting it in anyway.) All shades of pink, purple. FAVORITE ANIMAL | Cats of all kinds and geckos COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT COCOA | Coffee but I don't really enjoy hot drinks. They make my stomach upset. Iced coffee is the shit though. AVERAGE SLEEP HOURS | Hahahahaha, imagine having a normal sleep schedule. CAT OR DOG PERSON | Cat. I'm actually terrified of dogs. They're like cute at a distance but as soon as they bark at me, run or jump at me, I'm a sobbing mess. Trauma is fun. FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER | The love of my life; Sakura Haruno. NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH | One or none at all. I hate being hot. DREAM TRIP | Dream trip is getting the FUCK out of 'Merica forever. Would love to go to Sweden and visit family. But would also love to go to Canada. BLOG CREATED | Oh golly gee, I have too many to list. NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS | 387

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the-cow-with-a-gun · 1 year

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The intro of “Sweet child of mine” sounds like an early 2000’s pop punk song by like green day and I can’t figure out why. All of greenday’s starting rifts have like this distorted strumming sound that gets killed after like a second (I have no clue if there’s a name for this) at the beginning, but sweet child of mine just doesn’t have that. The notes are allowed to linger for longer, and on Spotify it sounds like it’s being played out of the speakers of an actual concert not a studio recording. So I don’t get why I always think it’s a pop punk song when it starts off. “oh but cow, pop punk was created from rock music so it makes sense if some of the songs sound similar” fair point random person I just made up, but I’ve listened to the rest of the songs on appetite for destruction (The album the song is on) and I don’t get the same pop punkieness that I get from the start sweet child of mine. Even the rest of the songs makes me think of rock music, It’s just that one part at the beginning.

#rock #pop punk #green day #guns n roses #music theory ig???

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randomvarious · 2 years

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Today’s compilation:

Gods Favorite Dog 1986 Noise-Rock / American Underground / Alternative Rock / Indie Rock / Avant Garde

Here's a neat little artifact from the mid-80s: a label sampler (though not entirely) from the Lansing, MI-based Touch And Go Records that shined a spotlight on a small crop of bands that formed part of the American Underground, a loose collective of US rock acts that opted for a very rough, noisy, and heavy sound that ended up serving directly as a necessary backlash to the new wave and UK post-punk that dominated the alternative airwaves at the time.

This particular release includes some of the geographically sprawling scene's heaviest hitters. We've got San Antonio's Butthole Surfers, an experimental band who've legendarily somehow managed to live fast and never die, and who snatched some serious and brief alternative success with their mid-90s neo-psych gem, "Pepper;" Madison, Wisconsin's Killdozer, a trio who end up contributing a good cover of "Sweet Home Alabama" here that's co-produced by the great Butch Vig—the guy who'd go on to produce Nevermind and then drum for Garbage—which strips the original of its smooth southern charm and replaces it with the band's trademark grinding sound, along with drunk and gravelly wailing vocals that I could only stand to hear maybe twice a year at most; and Chicago's Big Black, the first band of indie and alt rock's most famous and sought after producer, Steve Albini, whose mission was to create towering intensity through unique uses of the guitar. Oh, and there's also Rick Rubin's briefly existing band Hose too, who actually were the first ever act to be released on Def Jam, before the label would come to be known as the trendsetting hip hop powerhouse that also had Slayer within its ranks.

Now, to be honest, a lot of this American Underground stuff isn't my true get-down when it comes to 80s and 90s underground rock. I definitely prefer the fast, hard, and raucous punky garage stuff (like this fantastic album I posted about a couple days ago) to this extremely noisy, heavy, and slower fare. But I can still 100% dig some and appreciate most of what this conglomerate of bands were trying to forge at the time. Plus, you've got three of music's most accomplished producers on here in Butch Vig, Rick Rubin, and Steve Albini. Definitely worth a listen to hear all this mid-80s noise that those three were generating.

And this album has inexplicably never been re-issued despite having exclusive tracks on it too, so it's sort of a must-have collector's item for any true-blue American Underground junkie out there.

Highlights:

Killdozer - "Sweet Home Alabama" Hose - "Down By the River" Big Black - "Crack Up"

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h3rmitsunited · 1 year

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I posted 5,296 times in 2022

That's 1,074 more posts than 2021!

138 posts created (3%)

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Remember the first time watching this scene and just going

Oh.

Oh no. I'm gonna be obsessed with this character aren't I?

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It's so funny at the end of s1, the differences in how Blackwing approaches catching Bart, the Rowdy 3 and Dirk.

Like Dirk gets Friedkin just like howdy

And apparently takes like two seconds to get him hoisted away given how quickly they cut back to Farah looking for him.

The Rowdy 3 had a bit more danger involved

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Wow Ben Wyatt's gonna be freaking thrilled about this one

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My #1 post of 2022

Thinkin bout a merlin au where sorcerers get caught and trapped a la genie in a bottle and merlin was trapped by uther years ago and arthur comes across the bottle or lamp or whatever he's caught in and merlin pops out snarky and annoyed like yeah yeah three wishes or whatever but arthur has been so conditioned to see magic as evil that he is like no I am not making any wishes get away demon spawn and like whatever is keeping them in the bottle makes them only visible to the one that summoned them so nobody else can see merlin and arthur is half convinced he's going crazy and this merlin weirdo won't leave him alone and says he can't leave until he makes these wishes but he is not listening because magic is evil and he knows making a wish will corrupt him. But then of course merlin starts seeing the potential of arthur and guiding him to like do the right thing and they start becoming reluctant friends and merlin didn't talk about the whole uther imprisoning him thing because he sort of assumed arthur knew all about that and it's a bit of a sensitive subject but then as they get closer and maybe merlin instinctively saves arthur with his magic (without being asked or using the wishes) and then he tells arthur about it and arthur is like thats horrible I want to fix this and he's like I should use my wishes for that and like wishes idk some things to help magic and Camelot and then he has one wish left and he's like im gonna wish you free but then arthur gets hurt badly enough that merlins magic can't heal it unless he wishes it and begs arthur to use his last wish to save his own life instead of using it to free merlin and arthur is like uh uh nope and pulls a tangled and frees merlin and he's like suddenly visible and arthur dies but merlin is emrys and super powerful and without the bindings he like saves arthurs life with like a magic kiss because merthur rights lol and it's great and emotional and uther is so shocked he has a heart attack and dies the end

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Shocker there's a bunch of dirk and jaskier posts lol

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myfavebandfizz · 9 months

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New Musical Express (NME) Interview

FIZZ: “This project is an act of rebellion against the industry”

Dodie, Orla Gartland, Greta Isaac and Martin Luke Brown discuss their vibrant new album 'The Secret To Life'

ByHannah Mylrea

16th September 2023

FIZZ’s vibrant debut album was born out of a desire to tear up the rule book and try something different. ‘The Secret To Life’ flits from piano-led soft roc, to woozy ‘60s inflected psychedelia and Queen-evoking melodrama – and that’s just within its eclectic closer ‘The Grand Finale’.

It’s bright and buzzy, brilliantly good fun, and something a little different for the band of musical pals who made it. “We were all a little stuck in our artist projects,” one quarter of the collective, Dodie, explains of their mindset in the studio. “I know that I was desperate for an escape of some kind, and I feel like we’ve had a lot of nights where we just hang out and write stupid songs, and this is like a joke that’s been taken too far,” she adds with a laugh.

Now, though, they’ve united as FIZZ, their own alt-pop supergroup. Invited by producer Pete Miles [Architects, Torres] to the countryside Middle Farm Studios, there they were encouraged to write in whatever way they wanted to. “It was super joyful and fun, and unlike any other experience I’ve ever had making music. It was a trip,” says Isaac.

While the intention hadn’t been initially to create a full-length album – “so little conversations were had about the music that we were making and what it would be,” Gartland explains – the creative floodgates were opened, and thus, ‘The Secret To Life’ was born.

NME: ‘The Secret To Life’ begins with ‘A New Phase Awaits You :-)’, where you offer listeners something to “lift you up and get out of that funk”. Did you find making this album got you out of a funk?

Dodie: “Oh my god, totally. I was absolutely stuck, and we said yes to everything when we were writing, there were no bad ideas. In fact there were too many ideas, I’ve never written songs so fast and so fun.”

Gartland: “It felt like we were running the collective tap in a way that I had definitely not experienced for a really long time – if ever – and it was like the energy of us all being there made the writing really different. When someone’s energy dipped, someone else could pick it up, and that’s not something I had ever experienced before.”

Do you think this experience will change how you write your solo projects?

Dodie: “Definitely. I think letting go a little bit more will hopefully allow some doors to open. Before Fizz, I felt like there was a structure I had to stick to and a lane that was mine”

Brown: “I feel like I’m more ambitious now. Everything feels achievable after you’ve written a song with eight key changes. Before, the task of aiming for something big and grand was something I talked myself out of all the time.”

‘As Good As It Gets’ is a powerhouse single that sees you take on misogyny in a really cathartic way. How did it come together?

Isaac: “I was doing these down plucky things on the rubber bridge [of the guitar], and we wanted it to feel quite punky and have a lot of drive to it. Originally it really did sound like ‘American Idiot’, very punk-y and loud, with a lot of energy behind it. Slowly it turned into something different. We built a bit of a story around it, and then we wanted it to sound soft and feminine and beautiful to begin with, and then erupt into something much more angry later on.

“We had an assistant engineer called Soren Bryce at the studio with us, who’s also got a project called Tummyache, which is very dark and post-punk and beautiful. She felt like quite a subtle reference point for us creatively; and she sang on the song with us. I was having a shit day that day, and it felt like a really cathartic moment. It felt like that anger I was holding in my body was fuel to be able to sing the song.”

Was there a specific moment that inspired that song lyrically, or is it a lifetime of moments?

Dodie: “There’s definitely a few nuggets of real stories in there that we all just inherently know, because we’ve shared them.”

Gartland: “I think a lot of experiences of just not feeling enough. Particularly as a female, in the industry and out of it, where you get that little fire in you and you’re told or shown in some way that your feelings aren’t enough. For me when it erupts into that really high note Greta sings, it feels like that’s been building up for years.”

The music industry has changed hugely since you all started your careers. Were there things you felt like you had to consider – like TikTok – when working on this project, you didn’t before?

Gartland: “I think for all of us, the release plan was not thought about during the making of the music. What was essential to the bubble that we created making [the album], was ignoring completely how it might come out, and how you might present it, or even whether we will put it out at all.

“There were points where I was thinking ‘I would be so happy if this music never came out’; it was all about the process and about the time. But I also felt really proud of it and felt like I wanted to put it out. But yeah, [the industry] has definitely changed a lot since we’ve all started. God knows where it ends up!”

Brown: “I really feel like the culture of Fizz is so apparent, what we’re about, without us having to shove it down people’s throats. If people come across it, they will get it, even if they absolutely hate it, which I’m totally fine with.

“And I think people will hate it as well. It is what it is, and it’s so boldly what it is, and that in and of itself is so amazing, because I know people can just discover it. I don’t feel like we’re fighting for a way to cut through the noise.”

‘The Grand Finale’ is almost the antithesis of these short, digestible TikTok clips, as it’s full of such grand ideas…

Brown: “I feel like the conception of this project is an act of rebellion against the industry. It’s ironic that we’ve ended up signing with Decca, who are a lovely team and are really on board; but we’ve been in the industry in our own ways for the best part of 10 years, and have seen the evolution of streaming and TikTok becoming more and more prevalent.

“Us going to Middle Farm as friends was purely a holiday from music, because it is so cynical and horrible as a landscape, truly. So no, we didn’t think about TikTok, and I still don’t want to think about it. I know it is necessary, and people consume music really differently nowadays. But I think the whole conception of this project is very counter culture, and hopefully people get that and they see that we’re putting out songs that are five minutes-long and think, ‘That’s cool. People aren’t doing that anymore’.”

FIZZ’s debut album ‘The Secret To Life’ is out on October 27

#fizz #yourfavebandfizz #fizz band #all #interview #nme #New Musical Express

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muznew · 7 months

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Beatport Top 100 Best New Nu Disco / Disco 2023

- Artists: Beatport DATE CREATED: 2023-11-03 GENRES: Funky House, Nu Disco / Disco, Deep House Tracklist : 1. Glenn Astro - Smootch(Original Mix) 2. Kraak & Smaak, Ivar, Berenice van Leer - Naked (feat. IVAR & Berenice van Leer)(Jitwam Remix) 3. Martin Brodin - Oh Yeah(The Glimmers Remix) 4. Smoove & Turrell - Joy!(Original Mix) 5. Punky Wash - Feeling Up(Original Mix) 6. The Shapeshifters, Obi Franky - Giving Me Something Better feat. Obi Franky(Aeroplane Extended Remix) 7. AC Soul Symphony, Dave Lee ZR - It's Got To Be Love(Original Mix) 8. Patrizia Pellegrino - Bandito(Original Mix) 9. Disco Lust - Sunshine People(Original Mix) 10. Magic Manfred, Combo Aspik - Unisun(Original Mix) 11. The Secret Soul Society - Leroy(Original Mix) 12. Sammy Deuce - Delicious One(Original Mix) 13. Munk - Androgyn(Original Mix) 14. House Punkz - Super Sexy Disco(Original Mix) 15. Pete le Freq - Close 2 U(Original Mix) 16. Kathy Brown, Sonic Soul Orchestra - Good Inside( Read the full article

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djmusicbest · 7 months

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Beatport Top 100 Best New Nu Disco / Disco 2023

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cloneboywonder · 1 year

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I went to the mall and saw my favorite man at the media store there and when he saw me he pushed the little cart with the record shipment boxes to the front and then over to the record shelves and he held up his little paper and he was like “I saw we got a fall out boy one in!” And he was asked if I went over and found my indie one I wanted and I was like yes yes it’s the coke bottle one and he was happy I was able to get it bc they didn’t get any silly colors and he knows I like those ones. And then I was like peaking in the boxes and I was like “sorry I was being nosy” and he was like “oh go ahead :-)” and I asked if I could look in the big boxes and he was like ofc and then he talked to me while I looked about the new album and asked which songs I liked bc he didn’t listen yet and I told him fake out and muse and grudge were my faves so far blah blah and he was like “did you find anything in there?” And I was no but that’s okay I love looking :-) and then he said he was gonna check out the album and I like talking to him bc he just likes music and stuff so he asks about the sound and everything I had my little “it’s different but good” spiel bc like “I know they are not 20 yr old pop punkies anymore you know? They’re like 40 now!” And he thought was funny idk I was just like “I’ll probably like anything they put out bc I just love them! I’m just happy they are still creating together!” And I asked him about soundtrack vinyls and if they get them in a lot bc I was looking for the red/green pressing of the bmc soundtrack and he was on the other side and now that I’m thinking about it he def went over there to double check for me if they had it :-( and he was like maybe they will have it at the real record store and then he was telling me about the record store that we both go to and about the building and stuff and then he was making sure I knew how to look for record store day releases and when it was and told me I had to go this year and that our store would be best bc they always over order lol and I found the 2nd volume of fobs greatest hits cd and when I went to grab it he was asking me if there was anything good on it bc it’s the 2nd one and every time I go there I’m always talking about their old albums 😭 and I was like ummmm bob dylans good 😭😭😭 and I told him someday I’ll bring him a little cd playlist of good fob songs and he thought it was funny and he was asking about what I was still missing and I told him i actually moved to vinyls bc I had all the cds and that I needed the camo pressing of tttyg but that it impossible to find for not crazy LMAO next time I go I’ll tell him he needs to give me music ideas to listen to I love this guy so much he’s so nice and when I Ieave he’s always like “you can always call us and we will check our stuff for you!” and I always tell him “I do call I just never get to talk to you on the phone” 😭 and he was like “well I’ll see you here next time then!” I love people so sos so much I love people I love society I love people so much I literally go there to talk to him bc they never have anything he’s just fun and then my brother got home from Germany yesterday and I missed him and I picked him up and we went to my favorite bagel place <3 and he said he would go to record store day with me and then my mom took us to the grocery store and I got to play with my yoyo while we walked around <3 no one said anything about my bmc shirt sad but also preferable

#I cherish my every other week trip to a dying mall to talk to a man that’s my dads age <3 #there was another employee that was wearing a Scott pilgrim shirt and I was gonna tell her that another store had the special pressing #soundtrack vinyl but she looked like she didn’t want to talk to me and ended up walking away before I could tell her #that’s okay if I go bakc soon I’ll tell her #I’m glad I went in I hope he couldnt tell I had just been sobbing in my car 💀#I actually am missing the two live cds but they wouldn’t get those in saur idk #I love my personal tumblr diary I love it here I love people I love you all #my posts

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angrywarrior69 · 7 years

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#literally actually me #st voyager #created by oh-punky

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2yara · 2 years

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i have a great idea

What if Madrigal family swapped their gifts for a day

AND NONE OF THEM DON’T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE IT

That would be a great episode if Encanto had a continuing serial

EXAMPLES:

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Isabela, having Tia Pepa’s gift: WHY CAN’T I FEEL ANNOYED WITHOUT PEOPLE KNOWING IT?! THEY SEE THAT I HAVE CLOUDS ALL AROUND MY HEAD AND POINT THAT OUT!!! AND THAT ANNOYS ME EVEN MORE!!!!!

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Dolores, with Tia Julieta’s gift: I don’t know how to cook.

Julieta, has Luisa’s power: That’s okay dear, first you need to— *tries to grab a plate but breaks it in pieces* oh dear.

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Pepa, with Antonio’s power, gossips with animals: No way Camilo did that!- What?— Nooo, he wouldn’t do it,— he’s only 15!!- Wait, what did Bruno said then? Oh mY GOD—

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Mirabel, shapeshifter: *mocks Isabela changing into her* LoOk aT Me! I’m sUpEr PuNkY iDeAl GrAnDcHiLd!! WHOMP WHOMP!! *smacks own butt*

Isabela, still tia Pepa’s power: *creates a storm cloud and zaps Mirabel*

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Camilo, with Dolores’ gift: *sells secrets and periodically having a panic attacks because of all that noise he can hear now*

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Antonio, having a future vision: *prophecies that there will be an explosion of plants and vines*

Bruno, with Isabela’s gift: *fricking MAKES A SUDDEN EXPLOSION OF FLOWERS AND VINES*

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Luisa, having Mirabel’s power of being the candle of house: *chillaxes and having a great time of not doing anything for the first time after YEARS*

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And Abuela, seeing this kerfuffle: There wasn’t that shit when Pedro was alive *leaves this mess and locks up in her room*

#encanto #encanto incorrect quotes #fic ideas #ideas #i dont know #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #au #au i guess #headcanon?#help them #somebody send help

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yourmomswallet · 3 years

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Stevo & Klepto

"Heya, Punky!"

A plastic bag falls into Stevo's lap as a body flops next to him. Looking to the side, said "Punky" fumbles with the knot of the bag, taking in your black-lipped smile.

"Heeey! What culinary delights have we today, Quick Hands?"

Rattling plastic reveals the carelessly crafted random assortment of candy and cigarettes. A bigger smile replaces the one on your face, almost resembling one of the Cheshire Cat.

"Oh, the usual: lung of cancer and cavity inducers. My cruel mistresses.” You pretend to feel faint as you put your hand to your forehead and collapse onto him. The spikes imprint on your fishnet-clad shoulder, promptly tearing them even more than what you had distressed them to.

“Don’t suppose you happened to snag a lighter, would ya?” Stevo asks, shuffling through the many Dum-Dums and Air-Heads until he finds a pack of Camels.

“Would you happen to have lost this little lady?” You flash him the small Zippo that has seen better days. He looks at your hand and grins that grin that makes your stomach dive off a 10 story building.

“Ya know, I think you’d be a great magician if the whole “functioning member of society” career doesn’t work out, Klepto,” he mumbles out with a cigarette already in his mouth. “Whuh wah ih’? Accoun’an’?”

Flipping the lighter on, you light his cancer stick and grab your own from the carton.

“Actually, it’s computer programmer. Technology is the future, Stevo! Imagine,” you stick the cigarette in your mouth. “Getting information from a computer instead of having to look at a dictionary! O-Or sending messages back and forth with someone across the city in just minutes!” Your hands mimic the different scenarios your cig-muffled mouth exclaims, with Stevo just enjoying his nicotine and sugar.

“Wow! That’s…” he takes a drag, smoke expelling from his chapped lips. “So fucking cool!” He grins at you and your excitement of information expansion via computer connections.

“You ass! I’m being serious here!”

“And so am I! Can’t you see I’m elated for you here?” Arms spread to gesture that he is being serious.

“Oh yeah, make fun of the nerdy goth klepto. Especially the one who shared their klepto-shit with you.”

You flick open the Zippo once more to light your cigarette, only to be met with nothing but a small, meager spark that disappeared just as soon as it appeared. Glowering at the metal, you curse at it. You notice the red tip of Stevo’s cigarette moving around as he starts speaking.

“And have I thanked you for your generous contribution to the poor and needy? I can’t tell you how much this-”

His gratitude is cut off by your sudden physical closeness, then hands on his cheeks.

“Hol’ ‘till,” you tell him, aiming your stick at his.

The cigarette reluctantly lights, and within that seemingly everlasting moment, with tip-to-tip and knee-to-knee, Stevo feels his cheeks warm in your hands. The embers from him slowly light your stick, almost a symbolic testimony to what had been happening over the past few months. Slowly but surely, you’d lit his heart afire with your bright demeanour. Meeting you in the line for chicken pot pie day at the cafeteria, conspiring over the authenticity of the punk in front of you’s piercings, Stevo’s fist connecting with the guy’s face, patching up Stevo in your rundown Oldsmobile much to his chagrin.

The next months led to you spending a suspiciously large amount of time with him just to be considered great friends. His and Bob’s place was almost partly yours, permanent toothbrush and extra underwear indicating your crossing of the friendship line. The only time away from each other was for your job and classes. Stevo couldn’t imagine another day without listening to the latest Cure song you’re playing on repeat or discussing how his parents didn’t like how he was rebelling against the common denominator of the world.

You had created a monster- a poseur, to be exact.

“Good boy!” You praise him, exhaling smoke and ruffling his blue head. He couldn’t take his dilating eyes off the black ring around the tip of the cigarette, even when you pulled on his barbed choker.

“Now, let’s get going! I have coupons for the most lovely Chinese takeout place in town! I hope you’re in the mood for chicken-fried rice!”

#SLC Punk #Steven Stevo Levy #Stevo x reader #reader insert #imagine #fluffy

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themole · 2 years

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the difference between based gays and lame gays is mostly their ability to see thoughts to their logical conclusions

lame gays reaction to hearing theyre weird for being named "sock" or something equally kinda ridiculous: hey! dont be mean, im allowed to call myself whatever i want, youre being transphobic by saying that name is ridiculous

based gay reaction: oh im cringey? yeah i guess it is kinda cringey :/hehe, yeah! it is kinda cringey! and thats a good thing hell yeah im a fucking snowflake B)

im too tired/hungover to articulate any of this better or more eloquently but this is kind of the pattern i notice with stuff like respectability politics, and the answer usually just comes down to acceptance, reclamation, not fighting pointless battles etc, i can obviously hang with fun gays even if they have some respectability shit ingrained in them because im not a culture war loser but this is a good example of what can make talking with other gays draining, is this constant uphill battle they have to be respected n stuff that honestly just makes me uncomfortable, how can u call yourself a free thinker, leftist, punky gay or anything when ur entire relationship to politics is fighting for yourself to be respected and validated in a society thats actively trying to kill you

sure if youre making strides to change peoples minds through a widespread lens, 100% go for it, youre actually creating some potentially impactful and meaningful changes but as an individual with no platform, u may as well just have some fucking fun with it

#rant #idk where this came from just processing ideas ig

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forthehpfanboys · 4 years

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Sweeter Than Sugar

Pair: Cedric Diggory x Reader; they/them.

Summary: Cedric knew he shouldn't. Everyone knew he shouldn't, but he did. He fell for a Slytherin and there was really no going back. Luckily for him, you were.. Soft. Towards him, anyway.

Warnings: Swearing, pining Cedric.

Notes: Reader is badass/kinda punky. My first Cedric story so please enjoy!

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

Cedric couldn’t answer the most basic questions about you. All he knew was that he really, really wanted to get to know you. Like so bad his friends were tempted to throw him into the Black Lake with how often he spoke about you. He wanted to tell himself that the reason he was pining fascinated with you was because of the rush he received when being so close to someone the half-bloods and muggle borns called a ‘bad boy’, but he knew it was so much deeper than that. He wanted to hate it, he wanted to hate you, but he couldn’t.

You were special. It was clearer than crystal. You were from a pureblood family, no shock there, and sorted into the house full of snakes but once he saw your fist connect with Goyle’s jaw, he, and everyone else at Hogwarts, knew you were different. The brunette found himself questioning so much every time he gazed at you. Your painted nails, the vast abundance of bracelets covering your arms like sleeves, the black boots, the confidence- you knew you were powerful.

The one thing you didn’t know, however, was how you wiggled your way into Golden Boys head like a dumb muggle jingle and basically held free real estate there. He wasn’t one for sitting and watching on the side lines, but you were intimidating. He wasn’t scared of you, but more so scared of being on your bad side. Cedric did not want to be on the receiving end of that hit. He could still hear the thunk of Goyle’s body crashing to the ground, and see the soul leave Draco’s body after the thunk.

The brunette shook his head at the thought and awkwardly cleared his throat. He planned on talking to you for the first time today, determined to get some of those basic questions (what’s your favorite color? Favorite animal? Do you prefer snogging boys or girls? Are you good at potions?) answered. He fixed his scarf and uniform for the fifth time, his eyes casted down to the fabric to make sure it was perfect and ignored the groans of annoyance from his friends around him. Cedric’s head shot up when his friend nudged his shoulder rough enough to knock him out of his head. He followed the gaze of said friend and suddenly found it a lot harder to breathe in the cold air. You were walking right across the courtyard to the bridge entrance to his right, no scarf to cover your face from the cold, leaving your cheeks and nose the cutest shade of pink. He noticed you didn’t really dawn.. Any protection besides your school robes to protect you from the cold.

“This is it.” He spoke up, adjusting his uniform again. In his head, he was walking over to you, already introducing himself and offering his scarf to hopefully create a nice impression, but he was stuck. The usually confident male didn’t move. Did you even notice what you did to him without even looking him in the eyes? Oh, pygmy puff droppings, he had to look you in the eyes-

With that idea now in his head, the Hufflepuff simply decided maybe later and turned in the other direction. He didn’t know if he could genuinely look you in the eyes without crashing and destroying his chances to get to know you, but one of his friends grabbed his scarf and all but threw him down the hallway, leaving him stumbling after you.

“Hey!” he called out way too loud from behind you, wincing at how his voice echoed in the tunnel like structure. He adjusted his scarf again, avoiding your confused gaze as you turned around, this time loosening it. The scarf didn’t stop his body from heating up in embarrassment. “Um-Hi.” He cleared his throat, now only a few steps away from you.

“Hello.” You chuckled out, as you cocked an eyebrow. He almost didn’t notice how your eyes looked him up and down before a grin spread across your lips. He looked over your shoulder before talking the final few steps forward.

“How are you?” His gaze soon met yours, his eyebrows furrowed as if he was expecting you to freak out. His short greeting had you snorting into the back of your hand. “I’m sorry, did I say som-”

“No, no!” You cut him off, your hand moving from your lips to your hair. “It’s not you, just.. An interesting choice of greeting.” Snickering, your fingers ran through your (h/c) locks before falling to your side. “No offense. As for how I’m doing, it all depends on who wants to know.” Your hands found their way to your trouser pockets as your head tilted out of curiosity.

“Cedric. Cedric Diggory.” He rushed his hand out while mentally shaming himself for not saying his name before asking how your day had been. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, a nervous smile spreading across his lips as you shook his hand- hopefully his palm wasn’t sweaty.

“Well, Cedric, (Y/n) is doing quite well!” You casted him a warm smile that had his heart melting inside of his chest. His nervousness was quickly melting away, thank Merlin. “What did ya need?”

“Oh, just wanted to get to know you, is all. Sometimes you look like you could use a friend or two.” Cedric smiled right back at you. He really wanted to know how you ended up in the house filled with snakes if you were such a sweetheart. Little did he know he was about to find out.

“Well, some people don’t like how I carry myself.” You shrugged, shifting your bag filled with books to your other shoulder. “But ya know I don- ..What?” Your tone shifted drastically as you peered over his shoulder. Your eyes hardened at Draco and his pathetic gang of idiots as they started their usual trouble making.

“Found yourself a boyfriend, eh?” Draco called out, while Crabbe stuck his tongue out at you. The problem with taking down one of them the first day they harassed you, led to you being a target they pursued from a distance. “That’d be cute if he was worth your lousy time.”

You turned back to Cedric, casting him a quick smile before speaking an apology and cracking your knuckles.

“I’d love to continue our conversation, DigDug, but I gotta handle some morons who don’t know tit for tat.” You put a hand on his shoulder and gently stepped around him before advancing toward the group slowly while ripping off your shoulder bag and throwing it off to the side. The Hufflepuff watched you the entire time, ignoring the tingling of his shoulder.

“Um-Yeah, no- go ahead?” Cedric's eyes followed the bag, watching it slam against the wall with a deafening thud, your books sliding free, before turning back to you.

“Oh yeah? How’s your pathetic boyfriend doing? Reckon his nose stopped bleeding shortly after I broke it.” You loved watching Malfoy turn pale as you advanced. “Maybe you’d like to see how it feels.” You grabbed the front of his robe and yanked him to your chest.

While you were threatening to beat the snot out of the pureblood idiot, all Cedric could think about was A: how strong you had to be to throw a bag filled with textbooks that hard and B: how he already had a cutesy nickname. He came back to focus just in time to see Draco wiggling from your grasp and the group sprinting away, which triggered him to hurry over to the bag and father up your stuff. When you turned back around, you noticed the Hufflepuff politely holding the bag out to you.

“Oh, thank you!” You smiled, taking it from him and putting it over your shoulder again. “Sorry you had to see that. Malfoy can be a git.” You laughed a little, rubbing the back of your neck.

“I totally understand. He deserves someone to put him in his place.” He grinned like a love sick teenager when a huge smile spread across your lips and you bounced on your feet.

“Come on! Walk me to my next class!” You grabbed his wrist and tugged him down the pathway in the winding bridge. He didn’t realize how hard his heart was beating until you spoke up again. “So, you’re fine with my methods of putting idiots in their place?”

Merlin, he was smitten for you.

Since that fateful day, you two spent almost everyday together. It ranged from helping each other study, patching you up after a fight and even singing off key right at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Eventually, your friendship molded into a partnership. Not much changed, as you both expected, but it just became romantic. Singing muggle love songs while gazing at the stars, double the cutesy nicknames and even going to the Yule Ball together when the time came.

Eventually, the cold season shifted to a warmer climate, leaving students trying to hide from the soldering sun and less than helpful warm breezes. Currently, you and Cedric were sitting down by the Weeping Willow, using it for shade. It was perfect. You were leaning into his side with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, allowing you to play with his fingers while he read.

“Hey, DigDug?” Your soft voice broke the silence as he nodded his head, silently telling you had his attention. He let out a soft hum, telling you to continue on. “I have a secret to tell you.” You put on a guilty expression, in case he was watching and turned toward the lake across from you.

“Whatever it is, love, I’m still gonna be by your side.” His arm tightened around you in a secure manner, worry flooding his mind when you let out a shaky sigh.

“Ok, well.. I.. I wanted to tell you I.. I love you.” You smirked at him, the guilt one big act. He stared at you blankly before slamming his book and setting it beside him. “Babe?” You spoke up when he didn’t say anything. “Ced?” Your eyebrows furrowed in worry. You felt it drain just as quickly as it hit you when he lightly shoved you over, a chuckle leaving his lips.

“I love you too, sugar!” Cedric laid down on top of you, a smile across his lips. You ran a hand through his hair as you let out a grumble over it not being fair. He snorted, laying his head on your chest and just hearing your heartbeat. He ran his hand down your free arm and interlocked his fingers with yours. “I seriously love you so much.”

“I love you too, you big softie.” You laughed, which sounded more like a wheeze. Probably because of the pressure of him across your abdomen. You were the big softie, whether you wanted to admit it or not. You were sweeter than sugar, but you could turn sour so quick you could make a dragon dizzy. Luckily, he always favored those kinds of candies.

#cedric diggory x non binary reader #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory x male reader #cedric diggory #hp imagine #hp x male reader #hp x non binary reader #non binary reader #x non binary reader #Ronny Writes #fic #hp male fic #hp fic

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