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randomvarious · 8 months

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Today's mix:

Trance Global Nation 2 by Nicholas Bennison 1999 Trance / Progressive Trance

Here's a pretty great DJ mix with a bunch of trance classics on it that should take you right back to the halcyon days of 1999. Cali-based DJ Nicholas Bennison won't surprise you or bowl you over with anything here, but he really does yeoman's work to link a bunch of bangers together in this under-80 minute release that was put out by the American division of the enormous and multifaceted Dutch label, Arcade Records.

So, if you don't know any of these tunes, this tracklist alone makes for a pretty sweet starter pack to begin your late 90s trance journey. Bennison's selection and sequencing should keep you engaged all throughout this set, but in the early going, he pulls off an exceptionally sweet transition between Arrakis' "Medusa" and Ferry Corsten's "Orange Juice mix" of Cygnus X's "Orange Theme," by really letting the building latter bleed all the way into the quieting former.

And then later on he delivers a pair of excellent back-to-back killers, with Paul van Dyk's terrific "Words (for Love)," which centers some whistling beeps over a pretty vast and intricate backdrop during its smooth, plateaued peak; and German duo Nalin & Kane's mix of Energy 52's beloved "Cafe del Mar," which adds some reverberating tribal drums to the equation 🤩.

This CD will never win any awards because it really doesn't have any flash to it, but by playing it safe and steady, Nicholas Bennison still churned out a very solid solid release here that's definitely worth a listen.

Listen to the full mix here.

Highlights:

Push - "Universal Nation" Arrakis - "Medusa" Cygnus X - "The Orange Theme (Moonman's Orange Juice mix)" Electrique Boutique - "Revelation (instrumental)" Three Drives - "Greece 2000" Hybrid - "Airless" Ron Hagen & Pascal M. - "Dream of the Sirens" BT - "Godspeed" Paul van Dyk - "Words (For Love)" Energy 52 - "Cafe Del Mar (Nalin & Kane 1998 mix)"

#trance #progressive trance #dance #dance music #electronic #electronic music #music #90s #90s music #90's #90's music

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thedepartmentofdiscoveries · 1 year

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Kirsty Hawkshaw the vocalist for short-lived 90s British Electronic/Trance/Rave/Acid House/Progressive House group Opus III who were known for their biggest hit was "It's a Fine Day", which reached number five in the United Kingdom in February 1992. The song had previously been recorded by the singer Jane in 1983, and its lyrics had been taken from a song by poet Edward Barton.

The group consisted of vocalist Kirsty Hawkshaw and producers/musicians Kevin Dodds, Ian Munro and Nigel Walton. The group members promoted a strong environmental and feminist message through their lyrics, album liner notes and photo and video imagery.

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opus_III_(band)

#kirsty hawkshaw #opus iii #90s electronic #acid house #90s rave #90s trance #it's a fine day #90s progressive house #enviromental #feminist #new age #Youtube

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my-chaos-radio · 10 days

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Release: June 15, 1998

Lyrics:

I was alone thinkin' I was just fine

I wasn't lookin' for anyone to be mine

I thought love was just a fabrication

A train that wouldn't stop at my station

Home, alone, that was my consignment

Solitary confinement

So when we met I was skirting around you

I didn't know I was looking for love until I found you (3x)

I didn't know I was looking for love (2x)

Cuz there I stood and I would

Oh I wonder could I say how I felt

And not be misunderstood

A thousand stars came into my system

I never knew how much I had missed them

Slap on my map on my heart you landed

I was coy but you made me candid

And now the planets circle around you

I didn't know I was looking for love until I found you baby (3x)

I didn't know I was looking for love (2x)

So we build from here with love the foundation

In a world of tears, one consolation

Now you're here there's a full brass band

Playin' in me like a wonderland

And if you left I would be two foot small

And every tear would be a water fall

Soundless boundless I surround you

I didn't know I was looking for love until I found you

I just didn't know

I didn't know I was looking for love until I found you

I didn't know I was looking for love

Songwriter:

I just didn't know

until I found you baby

until I found you

I didn't know I was looking for love

Until I found you

Ben Watt / Tracey Thorn

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thebonesofhoudini · 7 months

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Sasha & Digweed @ Twilo NYC 5.29.1999

Amazing set, sound quality is top notch. Like going into a Time Warp.

#Sasha & Digweed #Sasha #John Digweed #Twilo #NYC #New York #90s #1990s #progressive house #trance #techno #throwback #electronic music #electronic #dj sets #dj mixes #SoundCloud #1999 #y2k

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bruh-changbin · 1 year

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sweet tooth

pairing: park jay x waitress!afab reader

genre: smut, minimal fluff (minors dni)

warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe), public sex, creampie, finger sucking, minimal food play, lots of mentions of food, brief mention of male masturbation, jongseong is kind of a big desperate loser, lmk if i’m missing anything

word count: 6.7k

a/n: writing this killed me idk why it took fucking forever dawg. but hey, i’m finally giving you all an enha fic without a depressing ending!!! here’s a fun drinking game to play while you read this: take a shot every time jay says a variation of ‘uhhh’ (you will die) ALSOOOO this is for my bae’s @k-ingzo @lix-ables thank you guys for hyping me up to write this bc if you didn’t I’m 90% sure I would’ve scrapped it 😻 LOVE YAAAAA

waiting.

the most painful game one can be subjected to.

seconds stretch into minutes stretch into hours and soon enough the whole concept of time is but a mere social construct that holds no real value.

surely his coffee’s gone cold by now.

the view from the window to his right has progressed from one filled with gold, yellow and orange to one filled with blue, black, and indigo. one by one the neon signs of nearby businesses have flickered on to attract the nighttime crowd.

he tries to ignore the way his heart is sinking in his chest, much like the way he himself is sinking deeper and deeper into the red vinyl cushion of the booth he’s seated in. the overhead speakers have been blaring elvis for the past half hour and he wants to scream and smash a plate on the floor in frustration. if they play hound dog one more time i swear i’m gonna-

jennifer. 20. single. 2.3 km away. her bio read: only swipe right if you like puppies!!!!!

he does like puppies and found her to be quite pretty, so he did as he was instructed. his heart did a small flip in his chest when his phone screen lit up reading ‘it’s a match!’. he got to talking to her and things were going smoothly. well, at least he thought they were. now he’s alone in a booth constantly refreshing their online chat with some sliver of hope that she may still be coming. the same three messages stare back at him:

[5:17 pm] jay : hey! I got here a bit early so i’m just waiting in the car. let me know when you get here and we’ll go in together.

[6:03 pm] jay: it started getting busy so i snagged us a booth, i hope that’s ok… anyways, i’ll see you soon.

[6:49 pm] jay: hello?

whatever, her loss. fuck dating apps.

and fuck jake sim for making him sign up for one.

maybe tinder just isn’t for him. maybe he needs to find love the old fashion way: bumping into someone on the street; locking eyes across a crowded room; both of you reaching for the last bottle of wine at the grocery store and then just insisting that the other takes it. you know, the kind of shit you see in movies.

the only thing is he’s tried the old fashion way for years to no avail, with tinder being his last resort. things like these take time, he tries to remind himself. you can’t rush love, that’s the magic of it!

but now, seated in a booth at an obnoxiously retro themed diner with his head hung low, he has lost all faith in love. he picks up the porcelain mug to his right and downs the dark liquid; cold, just like his heart.

he should just leave. i mean it’s obvious at this point that he’s been stood up so he should just head home where the teasing and nagging from jake that will bruise his ego even more is iminent. there comes a time in life where one must accept defeat and move on with-

“would you like a top up, sir?”

a sudden interjection from a saccharine voice to his left is what pulls him out of his trance of self pity. woah, hello you.

it’s been a long time since he’s been rendered speechless, but you do that to him. you, looking like someone who should be on the cover of a magazine as opposed to serving coffee in a diner. a white button down hugs your torso in all the right ways and he’s envious of the red apron that’s tightly wrapped around your waist because that should be him. the blue ballpoint pen tucked behind your ear somehow makes you 10x more attractive and he can feel his throat close up at the sight of you.

your skin looks smooth and your lips look plump and thank fuck jessica bailed on him because now all he can think about is bending you over this very table and fucking you raw. top up? more like top me, please!

the glint of the gold name tag pinned onto your shirt catches his eye and he reads it: y/n. pretty.

he notices your eyes shifting around anxiously and reality comes crashing down on him. stop drooling over her tits and answer the question you perv. focus!

“i u-uhhh yes, uh yes please that’d be great,” he stutters out embarrassingly, prompting you to bend over and refill his mug with steaming hot coffee from a pot that you hold with a perfectly manicured hand.

“can i get you anything else while you…” your eyes dart to the empty seat across from where he’s seated, “wait?”

god this is so embarrassing. now the cute waitress thinks he’s a fucking loser who got stood up (that is exactly what happened). could this day get any worse? he was just about to leave, spare himself from more agony when you waltzed into his life and made his brain a complicated, frazzled mess.

“uhmm no that’s ok,” he’s trying very hard not to trip over the simplest of words, “just the bill would be great.”

you nod, about to turn around and head over to the register when jay speaks up again in an attempt to preserve his image.

“it was supposed to be a-a work meeting,” he starts while motioning to the still empty spot across from him, “but my uh….. business partner… couldn’t make it, so..”

he’s lying. you know he’s lying. someone waiting for their ‘business partner’ to show up wouldn’t be checking their phone every 1-3 minutes while intermittently wiping their clammy palms on their slacks every time the doorbell jingles and a new customer enters.

but he doesn’t need to know that, so you paint on an understanding smile before heading over to the diner counter, sparing him one final glance over your shoulder.

it’s a sad sight to see; a handsome boy patiently waiting for someone who’s clearly not going to show up. so you bring him a slice of red velvet cake dolled up with cream cheese icing and waive the two cups of coffee that were tacked onto his bill for the evening.

“it’s on the house,” you practically whisper into his ear while placing a comforting hand on his sturdy shoulder.

“oh!” his voice cracks, “t-thank you so much i-” he calls, but you’re already walking away to assist another table.

his hand instinctively reaches to where yours was placed on his shoulder only moments ago. he could sense the warmth radiating from your palm, feel the stray hairs of your bangs tickle his ear, smell the artificial strawberry scent of your lip gloss.

either someone decided to crank the heat up in the diner or he’s becoming extremely flustered (it’s the second one). he scoffs down the cake you left him with flushed cheeks and tight pants, visions of himself prying your legs open and indulging in something sweeter plaguing his mind.

with a hefty sigh he throws on his coat before making his way out of the diner and into his car that’s parked right out front. from behind his windshield he watches as you greet a group of other customers before turning his keys in the ignition and peeling out of the parking lot.

he doesn’t even make it home before he’s pulling into an empty parking lot and jerking himself to the thought of you and your work uniform and your glossed lips.

covet. desire. yearn for. crave.

all very real tertiary emotions that park jay would use to describe his current feelings towards you - a server who he spoke to for two minutes max and now can’t seem to move on from.

unsurprisingly, jake teased the fuck out of him for getting stood up in the way that friends do. but he doesn’t know that jay views his failed date as a complete success.

albeit he is still mildly salty over the fact that he got stood up, all negativity is washed from his brain the moment he pulls into the familiar parking lot in front of the familiar diner and he feels the familiar pitter patter of his heart quickening its pace from behind his ribcage.

he tried to hold off on returning the literal day after he was just there, he really did, but he simply couldn’t bear it. the urge to see you, to observe you interacting with other patrons to know if you’re nice to everyone or if he got special treatment is too strong to ignore. it’s for science! he assures himself.

the dulcet jingle of the bell as he opens the door to the diner rings in his ears, and he waits to be seated. the hostess that shows him to a booth similar to the one he was in yesterday is pretty, but she’s not you. only then does jay realize that the possibility of you not having been scheduled to work today is very real. this is only worsened by the fact that he decided to come in the late morning today as opposed to the evening like yesterday. stupid, stupid, stupid!!!

while feeling like a complete and utter idiot he decides to get to work, whipping out his journal, writing utensils and laptop for the sake of not looking like a weirdo. what kind of person goes to a diner and just…. sits there. he’s gotta keep up a facade.

things are starting to look grim for jay as he sits and works and waits for the object of his desire to appear in front of him. while the retro cat clock on the wall continues its relentless ticking he attempts to swallow down his dismay.

alas, the universe must be on his side after all for soon enough he catches a glimpse of you through his peripherals. yes! you seem to be a little frazzled, gnawing on the inside of your cheek before grabbing a mop to clean up the chocolate milk that a toddler has decided to decorate the floor with; your shift must have just started.

he keeps his head hung low while intermittently scribbling in his journal or scrolling on his laptop, opting to steal an occasional glance as you assist a plethora of other patrons. the coffee he was served upon his arrival is starting to go tepid, much like yesterday, and he’s practically praying you’ll soon stride over and ask if he needs a top up.

“more coffee…” you pause briefly, “jay?”

hold up, how’d you learn his name?

his brow quirks upwards in confusion and with your hand - the one that’s not holding a boiling pot of coffee - you point to his leather bound journal that’s splayed across the table, opened to the first page. property of park jay is scrawled across the top in his sloppy handwriting akin to that of a first graders. he’s surprised you can even distinguish what it says to be completely honest.

“ahhh,” he remarks in understanding, smiling ever so slightly because hey, now you know each others names. that’s a step in the right direction.

“were you looking to order something? you know, other than black coffee.”

as if on cue his stomach growls (luckily quietly enough for you to not pick up on it) and he fumbles for the plastic covered menu to his right that slips and slides in his sweaty grasp.

“i would love to but uhh, i’m not sure what i’m in the mood for… what do you recommend?”

you roll his question around in your head for a moment, “were you thinking sweet or savoury? or if you want both, we make a pretty mean monte cristo.”

at this point if you told jay to walk off a cliff he would do it, so he orders your recommendation without hesitation.

“good call,” you purr before waltzing away from his booth and into the kitchen, leaving jay to erupt in a fit of goosebumps on his own.

while he waits he busies himself with reading an article on his laptop, getting halfway through before realizing he hasn’t actually been taking any information in the entire time. but can you blame him? his brain is… preoccupied with other thoughts.

soon enough you’re striding back over to where he’s seated, placing a steaming monte cristo with so much confectioner's sugar on top it looks as if there’s been a mini avalanche in front of him. he thanks you and is about to dig in before he realizes you aren’t leaving.

“is your business partner coming today?”

…what?

“my business partner? i don’t- OH! fuck, uh y-yes my business partner right! uh no, no he’s not coming today. i usually come here to work on my own though.”

for a moment he forgot about the blatant lie he spilled to you the last time he was here to save face, but he thinks he saved himself with that last bit.

a playful yet triumphant smirk makes its way onto your face, “that’s funny, i’ve never seen you here before yesterday.”

his eyes widen and his palms become impossibly sweaty. caught in a lie, great.

before he can come up with a witty response you just shoot him a knowing look as you walk away from the booth he’s seated in, your strawberry body spray wafting behind you and infiltrating his senses, rendering him immobile.

ugh how you make his teeth ache! he longs to douse you in syrup and powdered sugar, drag his hot tongue across your skin as you squirm and twist in pleasure underneath him. he’s sure you’d be sweet enough to give him a cavity. he finishes his monte cristo with gusto and attempts to do more work on his laptop but finds his brain to be far too frazzled to do so.

when he decides to call it quits, he leaves you a hefty tip before driving home with the taste of sugar coating his lips and the inside of his mouth.

over the span of a few weeks the two of you become accustomed to a game similar to the likes of cat and mouse.

he shows up to the diner in the late morning/early afternoon and prays that you’re scheduled for a shift; you usually are. through the course of a few hours jay manages to get minimal amounts of work done while you check on him occasionally, offering your opinions on different menu items and then placing a hand on his shoulder with a laugh when he trips over his words.

he’s sure you can sense the tension as well, but in case you can’t he keeps his thoughts to himself. you could just be doing your job for all he knows.

nevertheless, it feels as if all aspects of jay’s life now revolve around you. when he falls asleep at night you’re the last thing on his mind and when he wakes up you’re the first. when he gets himself off he has to think of you or else he won’t feel satisfied, and he can only hope and pray that one day he’ll be able to feel your body against his, the warmth radiating from your body making him feel like a cake in an oven.

sure he’d love to take you out, shower you with gifts and spoil you by taking you to expensive places that would surely break the bank, but he just can’t seem to push away all of the hardly appropriate thoughts and feelings he harbours towards you. it’s becoming quite an issue, honestly.

he thinks of popping the buttons on your blouse open one by one before diving in, scattering bite marks and bruises across your tits and neck and collarbones as you writhe and plead underneath him. i need more jay, please give it to me…

god you would sound so perfect.

his fantasies don’t stop there though; they never do. he can’t help himself from imagining what it'd be like to reach up your skirt and peel your panties down your legs as if they’re strands of red licorice. he’d go so slow, taunting and teasing you before slipping himself inside of you and feeling your cunt suck him in as if you crave him like oxygen.

you smell of strawberries and he’s sure you taste like them too. the stripper red polish on your nails would pair so well with the scratches he’s sure you’d leave across the expanse of his back and shoulders. he longs to dig his teeth into your plush thighs like they’re mochi, snapping a picture of his bite mark embedded in your perfect skin to save for later use.

down bad is an understatement when it comes to jay’s desire for you. infatuation is more like it.

today starts off like every other day. the smell of burnt coffee is what pulls him from his slumbers, and the clock on his bedside table tells him he managed to sleep in until one in the afternoon. when he trudges into the kitchen he sees his roommate and friend jake, who likely also just woke up and still doesn’t understand how to properly operate a coffee machine, staring at his phone.

it’s then that jake reminds him of the plans they made to spend the afternoon at their friends house playing video games before grabbing takeout for dinner. jay curses his past self for agreeing to these dumb plans with his dumb friends since he was planning on heading to the diner today to marvel at his favourite waitress! oh well, he can still head over for an hour and a half at most before he has to return and uphold the prior promise he made.

he turns down jake’s offer of a cup of coffee and, after a quick shower, he’s flying out the door.

when he finally makes it to the place where he spends most of his days now he doesn’t even wait to be seated, just slips into the same booth as always and waits for you. the little ritual the two of you have fallen into now so ingrained into his brain he can’t imagine straying from it. alas, it’s decently busy today so he busies himself by scrolling through his instagram feed while waiting for you to grace him with your presence.

when you finally appear in front of him you don’t say anything, just shoot him your usual friendly smile while precariously placing a napkin and mug of black coffee in front of him before leaving as quickly as you came. this sends jay into an emotional spiral. oh god, did i do something wrong? he ponders to himself, brows furrowed as he tries to remember everything he said to you during your last interaction that could have potentially been misconstrued.

only then does he notice the blue ink poking out from the napkin tucked underneath his steaming mug of coffee. with shaky hands he pulls it out and reads the short message written in your refined penmanship:

my shift is done at 10:00 pm.

wait for me? :)

y/n

and just below your neat scrawl he can make out a sticky lip gloss print, a faint hint of the fake strawberry scent that plagues his mind day and night still lingering.

in this moment he should be happy, ecstatic, victorious even! his constant and obsequious devotion to you has not gone unnoticed, and at long last he’ll be alone with you in a place that doesn’t have checkered tile floors and posters of pin ups on every square inch of the teal coloured walls. but no, all he feels is embarrassment.

embarrassment because he was too much of a wiener to actually do something so you felt the need to take matters into your own hands. and embarrassment because your little napkin love letter signed off with your glossy kiss is making him excruciatingly horny. it’s like he’s in highschool all over again - yikes.

he glances at the face of the silver watch that he scarcely takes off, the leather wrist strap now feeling uncomfortably tight considering his recent spike in blood pressure. with some reluctance he decides to leave early, tucking your napkin note into his pocket before driving home while barely focusing on the road and cars in front of him.

the hangout with jake and the rest of his friends is excruciating as expected. time seems to both fly by and drag on simultaneously, and he watches the hands on his watch tick down the hours, minutes, seconds until he can finally be with you - alone. when jake finally throws the towel in jay all but runs out of the door, speeding down the now far emptier city streets before pulling into the dining parking lot and waiting (he’s 23 minutes early).

with every passing minute his heart rate quickens and, when the time reads 10:06 pm, he thinks he’s going to faint when he sees you exit your place of work and scan the parking lot briefly before making your way over to his car. the sound of his passenger side door opening feels far off as he tries to make sense of the fact that you are about to be in his car, right beside him. what the fuck.

“hi.”

“i like your car.”

“oh, you do?”

“yep. it suits you.”

“really?”

you only nod at this, flashing him a subtle grin before flipping down the sun visor in front of you to tidy up your appearance after a long and tiring shift (he still thinks you look pretty). it feels as if his fingers aren’t his own as he fiddles with the radio while gazing at you through his peripherals, watching as you rub the smudged mascara from underneath your eyes before applying a final coat of the lip gloss that he loves oh so much. how on earth is he going to last longer than 5 minutes without falling at your feet?

“sooo what do you wanna do?” jay questions, unsure if his eagerness to hear your response is because he’s genuinely curious or because he just likes the sound of your voice.

“you choose, take me anywhere,” you offer with a smile, “surprise me!”

“okay!” he responds, narrowly escaping a voice crack as he shifts his car into reverse.. he has just the place in mind.

the drive is somewhat of a lengthy one, although you don’t seem to mind. it’s warm enough to have the windows down, and jay greedily gulps down deep breaths of the fresh night air. from your spot in the passenger seat you ramble about your day at the diner, complaining about an old man who held the ketchup bottle the wrong way and promptly squirted it all over you when you came to ask how he was doing. despite all, you still manage to have a positive attitude.

soon enough he’s pulling off of the main road into an opening surrounded by woods, killing the engine and the car lights and opting to bask in the natural glow of the night sky.

“wow jay, way to be subtle.”

“what!!?”

“what do you mean what? you bring me to the city’s unofficial official makeout spot and expect me to not be skeptical?”

fuck. for the entirety of the drive over he was hoping that you wouldn’t know about the promiscuous reputation this spot has garnered over the years. he can’t give up this quickly though, he must play innocent!

“i- woahh, is that what this place is? i genuinely had no idea i just-”

“shut it jay, the first thing i noticed about you was that you’re a terrible liar.”

you’ve got him there, deception is not his strong suit. he’s about to explain himself when he notices you unbuckling your seatbelt and stepping out of his car, prompting him to do the same.

“i just thought it would be a nice, secluded space where we could talk and hang out… nothing more.”

silence settles over the two of you and, upon noting jay’s queasy expression, you decide to indulge yourself and tease him (just a little bit).

“what are you trying to say?” you bat your eyelashes and fake being in thought, “that you don’t wanna fuck me on the hood of your car?”

he chokes on his saliva.

“w-what i’m trying to say is that i’m a uhhhh gentleman. i’m a gentleman.”

yeah right, you think to yourself. a gentleman and a major fucking hypocrite.

“okay jay, if you’re such a gentleman then why do you have a raging hard-on from literally just talking to me?”

in the pale moonlight you see his eyes widen before he scrambles to cover his crotch, not doing much to conceal his erection that’s straining against his slacks.

“oh god i’m so sorry i can explain uhh-”

“i’m just fucking with you,” you taunt before petting his hair affectionately, attempting to quieten your giggles while jay plasters on a fake smile even though he looks like he’s about to puke. in an attempt to garner the little composure he has left he turns away from you, the cool night air soothing his heated cheeks.

from where he’s standing he’s granted an overarching view of the city he calls home. against the nighttime sky he can decipher the suburbs, the downtown area, the cafe district. upon each building there’s a small rectangle filled with yellow or white light, windows in which individual people are carrying out their individual lives; it makes everything seem so… miniscule. i mean, aside from you, nobody even knows he’s up here - and he’s still trying to decipher if that’s a good thing or not, seeing as tonight all he’s done is embarrass himself.

when he looks back you’re leaning against the hood of his car, your arms folded across your chest which sequentially shoves your tits together in a way that makes him wanna plunge his face in between them and give you a good old fashioned motorboat.

his thoughts are cut off when you speak up.

“i brought you something,” you announce before turning and opening the passenger side door of jay’s car, trifling around in your before before pulling something out and heading back to where you were standing before, leaning against the hood of his car. in your hands is a toppled over piece of red velvet cake protected by a clear plastic takeout container coupled with two disposable forks.

“sorry it’s kinda smushed…. i forgot about it.”

“no, that’s ok!” jay thinks you shouldn’t have to apologize for anything ever, “thank you.”

with a crisp pop you open up the container, moving it to sit in between the two of you before passing jay one of the flimsy plastic forks. he lets you take the first bite, stating that after a long shift you need to get your blood sugar back up. you laugh before complying, watching as jay takes a bite right after you do, his eyes rolling back as all of the sweet, rich flavours dance across his taste buds. despite the piece of cake not being in the best condition, it still tastes like heaven.

jay’s caught off guard when your hand suddenly swoops in just as he’s about to spear another piece of cake with his fork, collecting a dollop of icing on one of your nails. he should’ve seen it coming when you reach up and wipe it on the tip of his nose with a playful laugh.

“wow y/n, so original,” he sneers while wiping the cream cheese icing on his nose onto the back of his hand.

he attempts to do the same to you, dipping his finger in the thick frosting before moving to wipe it on the tip of your nose, but you suddenly latch onto his wrist. he watches with hungry eyes and an erratic pulse as your tongue comes in contact with his knuckle, licking all the way up to his icing-coated fingertip before taking his digit inside your mouth. the thick muscle of your tongue wraps around his finger, sucking away the sweetness before you pull yourself off of him. a faint pink ring of lip gloss on the base of his knuckle now present.

fuck me.

not a single word is exchanged before jay pushes himself onto you, prompting you to lean back against the hood of his car that’s still slightly warm. with your body weight resting on your elbows and your legs spreading to accommodate jay’s torso, you finally let him taste you.

your lips are soft and warm like a pastry fresh out of the oven, and when he pulls away he heaves a heavenly sigh filled with pleasure and contentment and thank fuck this is finally happening. it’s not long before you’re pressing your lips to jay’s again, one of your hands moving up to caress the shell of his ear before resting against his face.

you can feel his jaw move against your palm when he opens his mouth and drags his tongue across your sugar coated lips, inducing you to do the same. when his tongue pushes past your teeth and brushes against yours you groan in pleasure, the fingers previously gracing his face dipping down to undo several buttons of your work shirt. with his lips against yours and his tongue down your throat you can feel him giving into you, as if you’re a delectable piece of his favourite candy and he has a raging sweet tooth.

when jay pulls himself off of you you think you might just cry. luckily you don’t go without his touch for long, for when you open your eyes you watch him dip two fingers into the frosting on top of the forgotten slice of cake before smearing it across the exposed flesh of your tits and down your sternum. he promptly shoves the two frosting coating fingers into your gaping mouth, gazing at you with heart eyes as you suck them clean.

only then does he dip his head down, the tip of his tongue teasing the sensitive skin of your right breast before licking the stripe of icing off with one broad swipe of his tongue. he gives your other breast the same treatment before giving it teasing nips and kisses, using his tongue to soothe the pinch of his canines.

once he licks the rest of the frosting from your sternum he continues his descent, not stopping until the insides of your thighs are brushing against his pierced ears. in one swift movement he flips your skirt upwards, your pretty panties with a subtle wet patch now on display for him and only him.

not being able to resist seeing your bare cunt in all of its glory, jay eagerly digs two fingers into the waistband before dragging the fabric down your legs. your lacy pink thong gets all twisted and tangled around your ankles as jay struggles to pull it off, eventually managing to get it around your sneakers before tucking it into his pocket for safe keeping.

he feels his pants grow impossibly tights as he stares at you on the hood of your car with your legs spread, quite literally something that could’ve been torn right out of a playboy. without missing a beat jay dives into you, flattening his thick tongue and licking you like he would a dripping ice cream cone. it catches you by surprise and you instinctively tangle your fingers in his ebony tresses, a needy moan making its way past your lips and into the air. jay uses the tip of his tongue to explore your needy pussy, lapping up your juices and revelling in the taste on his tongue. i could die like this he thinks, and he digs his blunt nails into your thighs while shoving his head impossibly deeper.

it’s somewhat sloppy, but what he lacks in technique he makes up for in enthusiasm. it feels like he’s practically making out with your cunt and you can’t help yourself from tugging on his hair in approval. the groans he emits in response have you shuddering, the vibrations causing your legs to shake and tremble as you struggle to keep them pried open. in your lower abdomen you can feel the pressure of an impending orgasm begin to brew.

this sensation only doubles when jay shifts his focus to your clit, sucking on and toying with it like it’s a sugar-covered gumdrop. his actions have you arching your back off of the hood of his car, eyes squeezing shut as you cry and plead, “p-please don’t stop jay… never stop.”

your pleas boost jay’s ego to the max and he eats you out with unrestrained passion, alternating between sucking your clit and tonguing your hole until you finish all over his mouth with a canorous cry that reverberates between his ears. he hopes to never forget that sound.

with reluctance he pulls himself off of your sweet pussy, having to push your legs apart slightly to free himself from the way they were clenching around his head. he stares at you in awe as you bask in the post-orgasm sensation, mouth agape and chest heaving faintly. your eyes, when you finally pry them open, are slightly glassy and it looks like it takes you a second to come back to earth.

your grip on jay’s hair loosened but you never fully let go, and soon enough he feels you tugging at his roots in an attempt to get him to hover over you once again. without hesitation you press your lips to his once again, tasting yourself in and on his mouth as you kiss him until you can’t breathe.

his curious hands never stay resting in one spot on your body for longer than a second before he’s exploring somewhere else, his mouth making a path from your lips down to your jaw and neck. the tips of his fingers finally stop when they reach your hips, gripping onto your and flipping you over so your chest is against jay’s car and your ass is up in the air.

he can’t help himself from ogling at your perfect form all splayed out for him. the curve of your ass is to die for and jay starts subconsciously unbuckling his belt, easing the strain of his pants against his painfully hard dick.

from your spot on top of the car you begin to grow impatient. your tits are smushed and your neck is craned and even though you just came you’re already ready for another one if it means you get to feel jay filling you up like a cream puff. luckily, you soon feel the tip of jay’s cock dragging through your folds, your still-sensitive clit throbbing slightly when he bumps into it. the sound of jay spitting into his palm joins that of the crickets and your erratic breathing, soon replaced by his sighs of delight as he strokes his cock with his spit covered hand to help lube it up.

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in when you finally feel him prod your entrance with his tip, although you can sense some hesitancy. it’s not surprising when the silence is broken by jay asking: “...are you ready?”

he feels his chest tighten when you make a noise of approval followed by a meek nod, your starry eyes glancing back at him as much as you can in this particular position. with a hefty exhale he nods back before slowly starting to sink into you, a low groan making its way out of his chest as he pushes deeper and deeper until his hips are flush with your ass.

once fully inside of you he remains stagnant for a moment, needing to adjust to how incredibly warm and tight you feel if he wants to last longer than three seconds. soon enough he feels he’s garnered enough collectedness to start moving, so he does.

his movements are small, almost timid at first. like he’s testing the waters, garnering enough confidence to go harder, faster. your hushed whimpers of pleasure ring in his ears and he teasingly rolls his hips in an attempt to have you feel him impossibly deeper inside of you.

“j-jay!” you cry when he seemingly bumps your g-spot with the tip of his cock, the muscles of your waist tensing up when he does. wanting to provide you as much pleasure as possible he continues his ministrations, not altering them in any way out of fear of doing something wrong.

jay feels his stomach start to seize up as a pleasurable burn takes hold in his lower stomach, his vision blurring slightly at the edges as he shifts between groaning aloud and biting his lip so hard he’s worried he’ll break the skin and draw blood. with exercised caution he picks up the pace, ensuring that in this moment you’re still feeling as good as he is.

his cock slips in and out of your desperate, dripping hole with ease, your hips banging against the unyielding metal hood of his car with each and every thrust. it’s hardly comfortable, but at this moment in time you think you’d rather die than have jay stop - so you persevere.

“god you’re so good jay, so fucking big,” you praise as you feel your second orgasm of the night approaching steadily. most of your limbs have started to go numb from the position you’re in yet you can feel each and every nerve end slowly begin to burn up, to bring you closer and closer to release. when jay reaches down to toy with your aching clit, you’re done for.

the slight ache from the way your cunt is stretched around his cock adds to the jolting sensations that come every time he bumps your clit has you so close, so close you can taste the sweet promise of an orgasm dancing on the tip of your tongue. jay feels it too, for he throws all inhibitions to the wind and fucks you from behind with no restraint.

he can feel his release creep up his spine and spread through all of his limbs until it’s all he can see, taste, and feel. groans continue to spill past his lips as white hot light floods his senses and a blinding orgasm washes over him, which is only strengthened by the sensation of your pussy clenching around his cock as you finish underneath him. he cums inside of your wanting cunt, filling it up to the brim before collapsing on top of you with a grunt.

seconds turn into minutes and the two of you remain in place, breaths and pulses struggling to return to normal as you come down from an intense high. jay can feel his shirt clinging to his sweaty back, and he scrambles off of you when he realizes he was quite literally resting all of his weight on you.

with a helping hand he helps you sit up, chuckling slightly when your knees turn to jello when you try to stand up. so, you opt to stay seated on the hood of jay’s car for just a few more moments, patting the spot beside you to get him to sit down. you’re sure you look like a mess, but jay gazes at you with something that can only be described as awe.

smitten. captivated. enraptured. allured.

the pale light of the moon casts a heavenly glow across your face, and he kisses your lips like they’re covered in strawberry syrup.

a/n: tumblr’s editing system is the biggest piece of garbage i am so sorry if there are any weird glitches or anything but i am literally seconds away from whipping my laptop at the wall out of frustration as i edit this so pls lmk if anything looks weird when this posts lawl thank you

#enhypen smut #park jay smut #park jongseong smut #enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen blurbs #enhypen x reader #park jongseong x reader #park jay x reader #jay park x reader #park jongseong fanfiction #park jay fanfiction #park jongseong blurbs #park jay blurbs

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Bimbo Musts No 1-100:

Bimbo Musts No 1: High heels

Bimbo Musts No 2: Mini skirts

Bimbo Musts No 3: Lip Fillers

Bimbo Musts No 4: Jewelry

Bimbo Musts No 5: Lingerie

Bimbo Musts No 6: Laser body hair removal

Bimbo Musts No 7: Docility

Bimbo Musts No 8: Femininity

Bimbo Musts No 9: Lip gloss

Bimbo Musts No 10: Expensiveness

Bimbo Musts No 11: Puppy eyes

Bimbo Musts No 12: Accessible

Bimbo Musts No 13: Heart-shaped lips

Bimbo Musts No 14: Choker

Bimbo Musts No 15: Side boobs

Bimbo Musts No 16: Fake eyelashes

Bimbo Musts No 17: Boob job

Bimbo Musts No 18: Doll face

Bimbo Musts No 19: Inapproachable

Bimbo Musts No 20: Helpless

Bimbo Musts No 21: Entrance

Bimbo Musts No 22: Long sexy nails

Bimbo Musts No 23: Sweet

Bimbo Musts No 24: Upfront

Bimbo Musts No 25: Ornamental

Bimbo Musts No 26: Compliance

Bimbo Musts No 27: Candid

Bimbo Musts No 28: Pink

Bimbo Musts No 29: Glitter

Bimbo Musts No 30: Cleavage

Bimbo Musts No 31: Explicit

Bimbo Musts No 32: Replaceability

Bimbo Musts No 33: Deep hair conditioning

Bimbo Musts No 34: Girlishly

Bimbo Musts No 35: Return to innocence.

Bimbo Musts No 36: Entertaining

Bimbo Musts No 37: Standby-mode.

Bimbo Musts No 38: Confused.

Bimbo Musts No 39: Indecisive.

Bimbo Musts No 40: Waterproof makeup.

Bimbo Musts No 41: Dedication.

Bimbo Musts No 42: High-arched eyebrows with lateral thinning.

Bimbo Musts No 43: Constant need to be praised.

Bimbo Musts No 44: Immersed.

Bimbo Musts No 45: Be blunt.

Bimbo Musts No 46: Immodesty.

Bimbo Musts No 47: Bare midriff dress.

Bimbo Musts No 48: Fake.

Bimbo Musts No 49: Luxurious.

Bimbo Musts No 50: A natural 'good girl'.

Bimbo Musts No 51: Selfies.

Bimbo Musts No 52: Easiness.

Bimbo Musts No 53: Providing.

Bimbo Musts No 54: Irresistible.

Bimbo Musts No 55: Full disclosure.

Bimbo Musts No 56: Voluptuous.

Bimbo Musts No 57: Fishnet stockings.

Bimbo Musts No 58: Focused.

Bimbo Musts No 59: Dependent.

Bimbo Musts No 60: Stilted.

Bimbo Musts No 61: Advertising.

Bimbo Musts No 62: Hair obsessed.

Bimbo Musts No 63: Fearless.

Bimbo Musts No 64 Pouting.

Bimbo Musts No 65: Delirious.

Bimbo Musts No 66: Devoted.

Bimbo Musts No 67: Bronzer.

Bimbo Musts No 68: Needy.

Bimbo Musts No 69: Plastic fur.

Bimbo Musts No 70: Minimalistic.

Bimbo Musts No 71: Glamorous.

Bimbo Musts No 72: Friendliness.

Bimbo Musts No 73 Loyalty.

Bimbo Musts No 74: Natural state.

Bimbo Musts No 75: Wet.

Bimbo Musts No 76: Naked.

Bimbo Musts No 77: Oral fixation.

Bimbo Musts No 78: High-achiever.

Bimbo Musts No 79: Doll face.

Bimbo Musts No 80: Gold digger.

Bimbo Musts No 81: Big-heartedness.

Bimbo Musts No 82: Flexibility.

Bimbo Musts No 83: Inviting.

Bimbo Musts No 84: In Love.

Bimbo Musts No 85: Passiveness.

Bimbo Musts No 86: Attentive.

Bimbo Musts No 87: In progress.

Bimbo Musts No 88: Uninhibited.

Bimbo Musts No 89: Under protection.

Bimbo Musts No 90: Obvious.

Bimbo Musts No 91: Expansive.

Bimbo Musts No 92: More.

Bimbo Musts No 93: High ponytail.

Bimbo Musts No 94: Adventurous.

Bimbo Musts No 95: Plastic.

Bimbo Musts No 96: Patience.

Bimbo Musts No 97: Support system.

Bimbo Musts No 98: Bimbo Besties.

Bimbo Musts No 99: Beyond.

Bimbo Musts 100: Insatiable. A bimbo never stops to seek lust. She is insatiable. Willing. She is greedy, starving for attention. She craves the highest intensities of sex. She never stops. She never has enough. She has unleashed her core essence and transcended femininity into bimboness. She is now freed, happy without thoughts and doubts.

She feels purest bliss, is continuously in trance, and has now changed after following all RULES and MUSTS into a Barbie doll in permanence.

#bimbo musts #100

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snackugaki-jestsjapesjokes · 6 months

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blep blah, here have some old ass backrooms doodle content when the topic of "the beach episode" concept came up bluhp blooh brain nyooming but art hand isn't arting

i think what is super cute in modern fandom expression that I've seen is that in terms of making OCs or AUs is that sound seems to have a bigger role now than from what I remember when I was young. which I'm thinking has a lot to do with being able to clip audio easily or being able to make multi-track playlists whenever. y'all out here with reels of your art with voice claims and some of the most thoughtfully and artfully crafted soundtracks-- not even playlists, some of that shit is a straight up soundtrack level be real

89% tempted to try one of those shady "free" video/audio editing programs to make a LoFi chill beats study girl visualizer playlist with my iteration's boys ...

anyway gonna contemplate music headcanons for my iteration under the cut

From Turtle Tracks fan letter section, Archie run, #24

so real quick, my iteration is literally just them chilling, hanging out, being together in their mid 30s- early 40s, and then sometimes flashing back to their child/teen years in the 90s because tl;dr i have miiiiiinor beef my childhood turtles weren't quite as "90s" as they "could have been" (nvm I'm cackling at the milennial pop culture refs in Mutant Mayhem drop kicking me back into my adolescence)

but mehehehehe, keeping that they listened to Public Enemy and The Jungle Brothers

and aside from Top 40 musicians of the time... I feel like being outsiders themselves, having to sneak around to explore and learn about people and what's above the sewers had them eavesdropping into a lot of nighttime venues and getting into the underground and various niche subculture scenes that daytime Top 40 didn't play.

cannot tell me the lights, thumping and noise from bands playing hardcore or house or hosting cyphers or raves didn't attract these curious and funky little green dudes like moths to a flame

... Leo definitely fell in deep with the gregorian chant phase, soothing sounds of nature fads , a big fan of Orbital and he fell into that electronic, house, trance, eurodance rabbit hole right after. he also got into Celtic folk music but when his brothers caught his ass studying Michael Flatley to incorporate Riverdance footwork into his ninjutsu he got teased so mercilessly that he took great care to hide listening to it... which just made his stealth better so joke's on them heehoo

Not to mention they're from New York City, the underground music scene is always bangin' no matter the decade; feel like rap and punk got a lot of tracks on their mix tapes back in the day

Raph getting into the metal scene in his own exploring the city trips, and then progressed to music with that boom bap sound (cuz baby boy needs a way to come down off those high intensity moods idk ijs)

Donnie... just the amalgamation of his brothers, he needs that background noise while he's chewing on schematics and protoype development, he would definitely have been the mixtape maker/recording bootlegger (along with Mikey)

Mikey absolutely tagged along with his brothers sometimes whenever they went to their spots for music, though he himself backflipped into ska 'cuz Mikey is always for the people

my tmnt iteration (where everyone made it past their 20s, splinter’s alive just old, venus is here, and they deserve some goddamn respite and shenanigans)

tmnt iteration omake 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

lny visit 1 | 2

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#reminds me i need to make a battle map for them #i think what also tickles me #is I've seen a few fan iterations set themselves in the 90s too #granted seem to always be late 90s #which this is just me but #there's something a little fascinating about that #the 87 cartoon ran til 1996 #Those iconic trilogy movies did happen and were technically set in the 90s #and my beloved Next Mutation was also late 90s #They held a Save the Animals fundraiser rave that's peak 90s shenanigans #Archie comics also ran into 1995 after veering from the cartoon #but aside from NM... the depiction of teen culture then was always so broad as to be generic which makes sense in a way...#.... shit am I gonna fucking make a dissertation about this in the tags?#no... not today methinks #anyway tl;dr the kids who set their fan iteration anywhere in the 90s? ilu #y'all can wrest Leo being into gregorian chants that led him into trance and house music from my cold dead hands #Donnie (general) reeks of 'my watch is also a calculator' energy #so mine just extrapolated from there and mehehe

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90s & 00s trance progressive house techno mix :: post-soviet edition [Red Alert mixtape by DJ Duch]

#music

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randomvarious · 10 months

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Today's mix:

Global Underground 013: Ibiza by Sasha 1999 Progressive House / Progressive Trance

Oh no! I really am not trying to sound like a contrarian with this super popular Global Underground series, folks, but more often than not, I am finding myself underwhelmed and shortchanged by these experiences. Last time I posted about an installment from this series, it was John Digweed's acclaimed Los Angeles set that I wasn't very fond of, and now I'm back to say something similar about his pal Sasha's Ibiza mix from 1999 😕.

Now, a lot of people seem to regard this double-disc as simply one of the greatest commercial DJ mixes that's ever been made, and while the transitions tend to be impeccable, and some of its tracks really fantastic, I think that, overall, it's still a pretty overrated release. I mean, the peaking moments just don't seem to reach that totally sublime pinnacle that you'd expect from a globetrotting legend such as Sasha himself. Maybe these discs hit a lot better when they originally came out in '99, but a little less than a quarter-century later, it seems to me that they're lacking a bit of juice.

Disc 2 is certainly the better of the pair though, which is the progressive trance set. Sasha doesn't really seem interested in raising your heart rate with any enormous and flamboyantly transcendent tunes; he's more after the reserved and technically masterful stuff. And his own "Xpander" provides for a good example of this: a calm, steady, spacious, intricate, and sprawling track. Things do still eventually ramp up a bit in the final leg though, with Frankfurt legend Oliver Lieb's remix of UK duo Aquilia's "Dreamstate," and then John Digweed and Nick Muir's "Heaven Scent/Lifeline" serving as the closer under their Bedrock moniker. But again, since Sasha doesn't seem to be in pursuit of that typically epic climax that most trance mixes would be trying to achieve at this point in their sets, these tunes don't feel like surefire floor-burners. They're great and satisfying tracks on their own, but not hugely showy and surging affairs.

So, all in all, it's not ultimately to the same degree, but like Digweed's Los Angeles mix, I'm afraid that I don't really get this one either. I'm definitely not a fan of the first disc, but the second disc is still good; I just don't understand all the hype that's behind either of them. And as far as trance goes, with this growing handful of Global Underground mixes that I've now listened to, I'd still say that the breakbeat-infused second disc from Nick Warren's Brazil release is still the benchmark to beat. That thing really tears up like no other, I swear.

Listen to CD1 here. Listen to CD2 here.

Highlights:

CD2:

Cass and Slide - "Perception" Sasha - "Xpander" BT - "Mercury and Solace (Dub Mix)" Aquilia - "Dreamstate (LSG Mix)" Junkie XL - "Future in Computer Hell (Part 2)" Bedrock - "Heaven Scent/Lifeline"

#progressive house #house #house music #progressive trance #trance #dance #dance music #electronic #electronic music #music #90s #90s music #90's #90's music

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Billboard USA Exclusion Zone Episode 12 (05/20/2023)

The lull and the inactivity of the chart and pop music or even music in general has really got to me. We are nearly in June and we still don't get a lot of smash hits coming from big artists. I hope that with Eurovision next week the chart might be interesting to look into. But as it is, 2023 has been shaping up to be a bit of a lowkey year for the chart. Anyways we got Ed Sheeran mini album bomb so let's get into this short week.

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73. "Curtains" by Ed Sheeran

I'm kinda glad that over the past weeks, the music community has put aside their differences and backed Ed Sheeran in his court case against, you guess it, the Marvin Gaye estate over yet another copyright case over chord progression. Ed Sheeran is a good guy and while some snarky asswipe said that they'll be glad that Ed Sheeran lose the case so that he doesn't make any music anymore (and to those people I said go f yourself), there's a part of me that don't want to listen to his new album "-". Not because it's bad or anything, it's just listening an open wound album like that is not really fair? especially when that wound is still not healing yet.

Anyways, here we have his highest charting song from the album and this is very good. I always love when Ed Sheeran writes about something that isn't your top 40 formula and just let it sink in. And with the britpop production that's reminiscing of early Oasis, the writing here just worked for me. Definitely a worth listen.

77. "Spicy" by aespa

I think my favorite part of this song is not the beat which is kinda like a backwash of 90's trance song, but why this song was delayed. Apparently this song was supposed to be "environmentalist" which...okay then.

80. "Creep" by Radiohead

Imagine if the Guardians of the Galaxy movie will be the reason that Radiohead released their new album since 2016. That would be epic.

92. "Mejor Que Yo" by Anuel AA, Mambo Kingz & DJ Luian

Remember when Anuel AA was famous because of 6ix9ine cosign? Well anyways he's back with more generic reggaeton with admitedlly good bassline.

128. "Boat" by Ed Sheeran

This was the second singles from the album and immediately you can tell that this album is going to be more of a personal and moody listen than his previous two or even three albums. I will listened to the album when the time is right. But. for now all I can tell to Ed Sheeran is hopefully you'll have a better 2024.

I highly recommend everyone to listen to these songs

#ed sheraan #billboard #billboard charts #music review #pop music #review #pop #kpop #aespa #radiohead #guardians of the galaxy #grunge #anuel aa #reggaetón

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May 17, 2022

VOCALOID LEGENDS - 2013 Part 3

#138 - Cyber Thunder Cider (EZFG) [VY1]

Achievement Date: 13-05-18, Upload Date: 11-08-28

Probably the most well-known debut song of an artist. Demonstration of a harsh progressive trance that EZFG is known for, with aggressive lyrics not out of place of a 90’s emo’s diary. But that’s his style and I don’t have a gripe about it.

#139 - The Tailor of Enbizaka (mothyP) [Megurine Luka]

Achievement Date: 13-05-23, Upload Date: 09-12-08

Part of the Seven Sins series within the Evilicious Series. About a woman who sees a man she likes and a woman close to him, and you know the rest. It’s interesting to see Luka as a jealous woman, but the odd mix of Japanese and Western instrumentals seems too hard to pull off and Luka does not step up to the plate.

#140 - Lost One’s Weeping (Neru) [Kagamine Rin]

Achievement Date: 13-05-26, Upload Date: 13-03-04

Now that is an iconic intro. Controversial due to the sharp criticism of the school system, but this might be Early Neru at its finest, as if he put away his limiter for this song. I think the song also shows how Rin’s higher-pitched voice really cleans what might be a jarring rock experience, and showcases how Rin is useful as a rock singer.

#141 - Love Words (DECO*27) [Hatsune Miku]

Achievement Date: 13-05-30, Upload Date: 09-07-21

Written probably as he was gaining prominence and the start of the Love Words series, which I think will cover all of them. The progenitor of the wordplay heavy tsundere DECO*27 songs, which there are many examples. Also listen to his older songs in the background at the end, which carries over to his sequels as well.

#142 - Dreaming Little Bird (Hayaya-P) [Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Rin]

Achievement Date: 13-05-30, Upload Date: 08-02-05

An interesting structure which Miku and Rin sing in kind of a round, which makes for an interesting effect. Kind of typical enka-like song with your typical ‘longing for someone’ lyrics, but I think this song gets a plus due to its experimental structure.

#143 - Delusion Sketch (40mP) [Hatsune Miku]

Achievement Date: 13-06-11, Upload Date: 11-01-08

More guitar-heavy rock from 40mP, kind of reminds of Look Here, Baby or one of Jin’s songs, not only in its structure, but also in its themes of ‘seduction’? Like begging someone to pretend to love her? Why are all 40mP songs so… kinky?

#144 - Secret ~Black Oath~ (Hitoshizuku-P) [Kagamine Rin, Len]

Achievement Date: 13-06-24, Upload Date: 10-04-05

Early Hitoshizuku-P song before the TeamOS teamup. You can see it’s more fast-paced and techno-like than your typical TeamOS songs. It’s about a tragic love between an angel and a human, which fits into Hitoshizuku-P’s oeuvre.

#vocaloid #music #review

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20th Anniversary

move: REWIND ~singles collection+~ (2004.03.24)

One thing Avex Trax is really great at is sticking to its time-tested and timeworn approaches. The label started out with mega-popular co-ed, hi-nrg, eurodance groups like trf in the 90s, and every few years, banked on that popularity by trying the same thing, whether by forming more co-ed groups when everybody else had stopped doing that a long time ago, or continuing to explore and dabble in dance music and all of its various sub-genres, like super eurobeat and trance, long after they had ceased to capture the attention of the general public and disappeared from the charts. In the late 90s they did both with the group move.

move were the successors to globe, with a makeup very much like their godfathers: a trio featuring a woman on lead vocals as the general face of the group, and two men, one the MC/rapper, and the other the aloof, technical mastermind. The group began releasing music in 1997 with their debut single "ROCK IT DOWN," and coasted along with a pretty solid set of dance-pop hits before they began making music in the style of the Avex dance-genre-of-the-moment, trance. Their trance-pop phase lasted from about 2001 to 2003. These first two phases of the group's career were collected in their second greatest hits collection, REWIND ~singles collection+~, released in 2004, just before they went into a third, entirely different musical direction, unnecessarily changed their name by adding periods and using all-caps instead of all lowercase, and started declining in popularity anyway. The only thing that really sets this release apart from their previous greatest hits is that move super tune -BEST SELECTIONS- from 2002 was released as a non-stop megamix that shortened some songs and played around with their structure a bit to create a seamless, DJ-like club experience. This singles collection presents each song in its entirety, and also features two years worth of extra singles, in addition to the bonus track "T.R.A.P.," a B-side to "¡WAKE YOUR LOVE!"

Since I fell off the move fan wagon after they stopped releasing trance music, this collection is pretty perfect. It has their most well-known hits from the late 90s, and then the amazing run of 8+ minute-long trance singles from the SYNERGY album, like "come together" and "Romancing Train."

One thing that really sticks out to me about this release is the track list. There are two discs, but rather than proceed chronologically so that the first disc contains singles from the group's first, more eurobeat musical phase, and the second the trance phase, they are split across the two in chronological order, so you get a progression of half of each of the phases on both discs. This really works if you like both of the genres, as it means you get a taste of both without being overwhelmed with just one of them all at once, though it might not work so well for somebody who just wants one of the genres on a single disc, or wants them strictly in the order that they were released.

The limited edition includes a DVD that contains music videos for many of the singles, for 17 in total (for comparison, there are 21 tracks on the two CDs). Just about all of them feature the members in front of green screens or other abstract settings, performing for the camera. motsu does all of the heavy-lifting re: energy and personality, yuri does the awkward, zombie avex-sway, and t-kimura is always too cool to be bothered, busy being surrounded by keyboards.

The limited edition also includes a mini cellphone cleaner that you could attach to the type of mobile phones people used back in 2004. There's nothing fancy here, but you get solid content, and if you like this era of the group, this compilation is recommended over the abridged and inferior m.o.v.e 10th Anniversary MEGA BEST or Best moves. ~and move goes on~.

Catalog Number: AVCT-10142~3/B

#anniversaries #move #m.o.v.e.#j-pop #japanese pop #avex trax #super eurobeat

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