#I'm not an excellent guitar player

[delic7te]

rockstar | tate langdon

no specified gender

summary : tate asks you to teach him how to play a nirvana song on your electric guitar

cw: just a few curse words

a/n: thought of this while learning how to play mary by alex g :') also this is short I'm rlly sleepy

After what felt like days, you finally arrive home from school, wanting nothing more than to drop on your bed from exhaustion.

Climbing up the stairs to your room, you hear guitar strings softly forming a light melody that sounded familiar coming from the inside. Before entering, you stood there for a few seconds just listening, hearing annoyed sighs in between the quiet guitar strums.

It was obvious who the player was; your blond little ghost boyfriend, Tate, who you taught to play something on your electric guitar. He asked you to teach him how to play when he learned that you owned an electric guitar, blown away by your skills. So for starts you just taught him the basics and some easy melody for him to play, finding him adorable when focused on the instrument.

You open the door to your room as quiet and sneakily as possible, trying not to distract him. Tate's blond curls cover his eyes, lips parted, nose slightly scrunched and in deep focus. He appeared to have some trouble on a certain part of the song, visibly annoyed by it.

Gosh, he looked absolutely adorable.

"Need some help?" You grin, leaning on the doorframe.

His head instantly rises up to see you, excited that you were finally home again. Smiling widely, he prepares to show you his progress, hoping to impress you. "I think I'm better now. Listen!"

"Can't wait to!" You toss your school bag on the floor, jumping on the bed next to him.

His cheeks turn slightly red, shy from the sudden attention. "Just promise to teach me a Nirvana song after? Please?" He pleads with big dark eyes that he knew you couldn't say no to.

"Alright, Kurt Cobain, just let me hear", you chuckle.

Tate inhales, gathering all confidence and concentration he could. His fingers start pulling the strings so carefully as if they might pop out any minute. It sounded excellent for a beginner like him. A proud smile plasters on your face, admiring him.

After the song was over, he turns to you, wanting to see your reaction. When he saw your smile, it already made him totally flustered. "How did I do?"

You clap as an answer and he laughs, putting the guitar aside. "I am absolutely impressed."

"I bet I can do more", he teases, eyes on your lips.

"Well you do have a great teacher."

His lips form a cheeky grin before pressing them against yours, wrapping his arms around you and deepening the kiss. Humming, you reciprocate for a few more moments before pulling away. Dissapointed, he pouts.

"Do you wanna learn a Nirvana song or not?", you ask teasingly, pulling the guitar in your lap.

Although still eager for you, Tate agrees, nodding. Something about hearing you play anything from his favorite band electrified him in a special way. Listening to music with you was one of his favorite things you did togheter and you loved introducing him to music you knew he would like.

Without a warning, you start playing the intro to "Come As You Are", since it was the easiest to teach. He starts humming the melody and banging his head to the rythm, laughing in excitement.

His joy made you excited as well, laughing and singing along with him. Soon the two of you got lost in the song, dramatically singing as you pulled the strings even harder.

"Fuck, I love you!!", Tate shouts in between the chorus and the verse, making you laugh.

Throughout the whole song he shouted things like: "Yeah, baby!", "You're fucking amazing!"

It filled your heart with happiness that he appreciated it, even wanting to learn from you, and you were happy to teach him.

When the song ended and you snapped from the trance, Tate couldn't contain himself anymore, pulling you close to his body and desperately connecting your mouths togheter. The kiss was filled with such passion and energy, stronger than any drug ever.

Both stopping to catch your breath, he cups your face with his big hands and rests his forehead against yours. "Fuck, you're a rockstar", he whispers.

You laugh, the sound causing his head to spin and face to turn red, moving his lips to your neck and spilling soft kisses on it. "I know, right?"

#evan peters x reader #ahs imagines #american horror story #evan peters imagine #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #evan peters smut #murder house #ahs murder house

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

Professor Butler

Character/Fandom: Austin Butler

Requested: You can thank the EFC for this lol

Prompt: Professor Butler, your music history teacher, wants to show you his Elvis collection. Can you take the heat? [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: A little degradation, bondage, basic bdsm stuff

Rating: Mature with a capital M     ||     Word Count: 5152

A/N: this is pure smut. i'm going to hell, but enjoy this while i burn for eternity xx

Read part two here!

🦋 mila

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You absentmindedly twirl a lock of hair in your finger as your professor talks. Your eyes track his every movement, from his strong hands, to his crystal blue eyes, to the way he wears his dress shirt folded up to his elbows.

“A lot of people actually say that Elvis was a key moment of American history,” he says, leaning against his desk. “He inspired a massive cultural movement and helped to usher in what we know as rock’n’roll music.”

You bite your lip to keep a smile from spreading across your face. Just when you think Professor Butler’s music history class can't get any better, he dedicates an entire class to Elvis Presley, who you happen to love very much. In some ways, Professor Butler reminds you of the King. He has the same deep voice with almost a little southern twang to it. He's incredibly charismatic and everyone in your friend group has a major crush on him.

“But, as we know, Elvis was a man of many talents and interests,” Professor Butler has been glancing around the room and makes eye contact with you. You give him a small smile, and he returns it. “He was also a champion of blues, soul, and gospel. For example…”

Professor Butler reaches behind him to pull out his acoustic guitar. You sit upright in your seat. This has always been your favorite part of the class. Not only is Professor Butler an excellent guitar player and singer, but you also like to watch the way his fingers dance across the chords. He starts to play Elvis’ “Heartbreak Hotel,” and you smile. It's one of your favorites, and he sings it so well.

“So you can see how the song has elements of blues as well as rock’n’roll…” he continues, glancing at his wristwatch. “And it looks like we’re pretty much out of time today. I can hear you packing up in the back, so get outta here. Enjoy your weekends and please don’t forget the theory paper due next Tuesday. I don’t wanna have to hunt you down for it.”

Everyone finishes packing up and files out of the classroom. You hang back, packing as slowly as possible. You've been waiting weeks for an opportunity to talk to Professor Butler one-on-one. You know it's stupid to think that anything could happen between you, but you just want one conversation with him alone. And you want more than anything to impress him, to show him how seriously invested in the class you are. Once the last few people are staggering out for the weekend, you approach his desk. He's restacking some papers to put back into his briefcase.

“Hi Professor Butler,” you say, nervously clutching your stack of textbooks. Your professor looks up with a smile and takes his glasses off.

“What’s up, Y/N?” he asks.

“I was just wondering if I could ask you a question about the lesson from today?”

“Well you already have asked me a question,” he responds with a small smirk. You feel yourself go white. “But I’d love for you to ask me another one.”

You laugh nervously and watch the veins in his forearms flex as he tucks his hands into his pockets.

“I was just wondering, um, how did the public receive Elvis’ music? I know he was a little forward for his time, but I don’t quite understand why he was so controversial,” you ask.

“Well that’s a complicated issue,” he replies. “I could give you a short answer, but knowing about your deep interest in Elvis and music history I don’t think you would be very satisfied with my shortcut answer.”

Everything you do satisfies me, you think to yourself, but keep your mouth closed.

“If you want a real answer, we’d have to spend quite a bit of time talking. Now, I have a meeting in about twenty minutes, but we could reconnect later to discuss?” he suggests. “I wouldn’t be so bold as to assume you have no weekend plans, so we could shoot for next week sometime?”

“I don’t have any weekend plans,” you blurt out, even though it's completely inappropriate and also a lie.

“Oh, alright. Well,” he glances at his watch again. “My meeting ends around four o’clock. We could meet at five? I’m not sure how you feel about sushi, but there’s a place right next to campus?”

“I love sushi!” you reply, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

“Perfect. I’d better run off for my meeting, but I’ll see you later for some serious Elvis talk,” he says, grabbing his briefcase. He shoots you a finger gun and a wink on his way out of the classroom.

Once he's gone, you melt onto the nearest desk. What are you getting yourself into?

You have about two hours before you have to meet him again. Plenty of time to change your outfit and reapply your makeup. You take as much time as you can making sure everything looks right and change into your best clothes. Even though your roommate lends a hand with your hair and makeup, you still somehow run out the door a few minutes late.

You walk quickly along the sidewalk and when you turn the corner to the sushi place, he's already there. Promptly on time. He's wearing the same outfit as before — a light blue button-down, a tie, and black pants — but the top three buttons are unbuttoned, and the tie is significantly loosened.

“Professor Butler, I’m so sorry to be late,” you say.

“Not a problem at all,” he replies and holds the door open for you. “Ladies first.”

You feel a burning heat creep into your face when you enter the restaurant. You both order, but he refuses to let you pay for your own meal. You've reached forward with a credit card, but he brushes your hand back.

“This is a school outing, and it was my idea,” he says. “Please let me cover it.”

You just nod and mutter a quet thank you. Once you have your food, you sit outside and begin to eat together.

“So, Y/N, you clearly have a special interest in Elvis. I’d love to know how it started,” he says between bites.

You tell him all about your family, how your dad is a big fan and passed the interest down to you. You talk about which songs are your favorite and, gradually, you start to relax. He smiles and nods as you talk, even laughs a time or two.

“Well, that’s great to know that Elvis’ impact is still being felt. But to answer your question from earlier, it’s really multifaceted,” Professor Butler says. He's finished eating and leans back in his chair, spreading his legs. You shove sushi in your mouth to keep from screaming.

“The fact that he was so forward for his time is the biggest reason he caused a ruckus. Not only was his music different than what people were used to, but his whole image challenged the white nuclear family American dream. He wore transgressive clothes, makeup even. His songs were greatly influenced by African American artists, which many white southerners didn’t like. But one of the biggest transgressions, I think, was the way he moved his body. It was sexually charged, raw, and inappropriate. The girls loved it, and it scared the hell out of their parents. Sexual promiscuity was a major no-no in the mid-twentieth century, but Elvis was unlocking things.”

You pause eating and look up at your professor. His eyes are trained on you, holding your attention.

“What do you mean by that?” you push.

“Well, to be frank,” Professor Butler leans forward over the table, “he was unlocking a sexuality many people didn’t even know they had.”

Honestly, you feel your own sexuality being unlocked as Professor Butler’s mouth curls into a smirk.

“He was inviting people to be sexual and showing women what they could experience if they just let go of social norms. It terrified traditional parents who liked their daughters the way they were: chaste and devout.”

You’ve lost your appetite. For food, anyway.

“That’s fascinating,” is all you can squeeze out. You're dying inside and don't ever want this conversation to end.

“It really is,” he agree. “You know…ah, nevermind.”

He waves his hand dismissively.

“What?” you ask, dropping the formalities out of desperation to know.

“Well…I suppose it wouldn’t be appropriate, but I do have quite a collection of Elvis memorabilia that I think you would find very intriguing,” he replies. Your stomach drops. Is he…inviting you to his house?? “But I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“I would…actually love to see it, if that’s alright?” you say timidly. His eyes light up, and he nods.

“I’d love to show it off. You’re one of the only students I’ve ever had with as much interest in the King as me,” he says with a laugh. You smile and finish your last bite of sushi.

You gather up your things, and start on the way back to wherever it is he lives. As you walk down the street with the sun setting in the background, everything in you starts to scream.

What are you doing? You barely know this man and here you are going back to his apartment — an apartment that you have no idea how to even get to or get back from. As much as you can hear your parents scolding you for being irresponsible, so much of you still trusts him. So you go on walking, chatting about Elvis and other, more personal, things.

“Well this is the place,” he finally says, and you stop in front of a beautiful apartment building. “Good evening, Tom.”

There is a literal doorman, glass windows, and orante architecture everywhere. Apparently Professor Butler is well-off. The step up from the sidewalk is rather large, and Professor Butler holds out his hand for you. You nervously take it, and he helps you up the step. But he pulls a little too forcefully, and you sort of slam into his chest.

“Oh…sorry,” you both mutter and then smile.

He's still holding onto your hand and hasn't let it go by the time you're loading into the elevator. A very small part of you hopes someone else will join you, but as the doors close you feel bolder than ever. You stand together, holding hands and not saying anything in the small space. You watch him hit the button for the 24th floor and know you have a few minutes at least. You stare straight ahead, not daring to look at him.

After a few seconds, you feel his eyes on you. His thumb softly rubs circles on your skin, and you don't know what to do. Just as you've gathered the courage to look over at him, the elevator beeps and the doors open. He leads you out and down the hallway to the penthouse apartment.

“The penthouse? Very nice,” you say.

“I got a good deal, fortunately,” he replies and opens the door to his apartment.

You cautiously step in and it hits you again how wrong everything you're doing is. You're standing in your professor’s apartment alone with him. He throws his keys into a dish and untucks his shirt.

“I would move all the Elvis stuff out here, but some of it really shouldn’t be touched,” he says, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “I don’t suppose you would be comfortable enough to come into the bedroom and see it.”

You know the right answer. You know what you should say. And yet, you still give the wrong one.

“No, that’s fine.”

You glance around the living area as you make your way into the bedroom. The apartment is small but cozy, and the furniture looks incredibly soft.

Your mouth drops open when you step into the bedroom. He isn't kidding about his collection. There are tons of things there: mugs, posters, vinyls, stuffed animals. Anything you can think of. You go to step closer to it and notice something in your path. Professor Butler quickly moves to pick it up. It's a pair of underwear, and you bite your lip to keep from giggling.

“Excuse me,” he flushes. “Sorry about that…”

He clears his throat.

“But this is the collection. It’s a work in progress, obviously, but you get the idea.”

You walk up to it and peer over everything there. You resist the urge to touch some of the objects. For a moment, you forget that Professor Butler is even there. You gasp when you see something amazing.

“Is this one of the original RCA vinyls of ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ released in 1970?” you ask, whirling around. He's taken his shoes off and is walking toward you.

“Yep. Amazing, isn’t it?”

You nod, examining it.

“Do you wanna hear it?”

You turn around, and he's very close to you now. You just nod with a fading smile. He leans over you to grab the vinyl and gently places it on the record player nearby. In order to set the needle on it, he has to lean dangerously close to you. He's so near you that the scent of his cologne floods into your nose. You close your eyes for a moment, drinking him in. The record crackles and starts to play. As he's reaching his hand back, you find yourself staring up at him. For a precious moment, neither of you move. Finally, he cups your face.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he says. “I know you’re my student and it would be wildly inappropriate…but I want to kiss you so damn bad. I’ve wanted to kiss you every day since I first saw you.”

You're frozen in his touch.

“Then do it,” you whisper in a voice barely audible over the music. “Kiss me.”

He tilts your face up and captures your lips. He pulls back for only a second before you draw him back down to you. Your arms wind around his neck, and his fly to your waist. He traces your bottom lip with his tongue, and you let him in without a fight. As your tongues dance, he starts to walk you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed. His hands slide down your thighs and he hoists you up onto the sheets. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he moves to kiss your neck. He pushes you further onto the bed and lowers himself down, never breaking contact with your skin. His teeth bite and pull on your neck as his fingers dig into your waist. You're already heaving when he returns to your lips. You bite his bottom lip and pull it toward you. He groans deeply, and you whimper. You raise your neck up for another kiss, but he's already moving away from you.

He slides off the bed and rakes a hand through his hair while shaking his head.

“Austin,” you whisper, using his first name for the first time.

“We can’t do this…” he says. “It’s wrong.”

You feel your heart break into a million pieces. He sits on the edge of the bed.

“I won’t take advantage of you like this. This is all wrong,” he says, burying his head in his hands.

You cluthc at his wrists.

“No, no, please. I’m consenting,” you beg desperately. “Please don’t stop.”

You try to pry his hands away but aren't strong enough. He looks up at you.

“Are you a virgin?” he asks. You're shocked at his question.

“Is that…a problem? Is that why you stopped?”

“Answer the question,” he says.

“Yes.”

He shakes his head.

“I’m not taking your virginity. This is completely my fault, but no one has to know about it. I’m sorry to put you in this position…but I think it might be best if you dropped my class.”

He starts to get up and pull his shoes back on.

“Please, take any of the Elvis stuff you want. I’ll walk you back to your dorm, and I’m sorry again,” he says, about to leave the room. You fly to your feet and grab his arm.

“Doesn’t it matter what I want?”

He stops in his tracks.

“You’re eighteen. You don’t know what you want.”

“You’re wrong,” you say forcefully. “I want you. I’ve wanted you since the day I walked into class and saw you there. And it’s not just because you’re incredibly sexy. I love your personality, I love your passion for music, I love your admiration for Elvis. Everything about you gives me butterflies.”

“Y/N, maybe if you were five years older it could be different. Maybe if you weren't a virgin it could be different. But I’m not going to ruin your first time. Someone your own age with more shared experiences should take that on.”

“Why? What makes you think I’d have any better time with someone my age? You think a college frat boy could respect me more than you could? You know what you’re doing, and I trust you with all my being. You’re the one I want to take me.”

He sits down on the couch and drops his head into his hands.

“Or…do you not want me?” you ask, the thought suddenly occurring to you. “You don’t want me, do you?”

He scoffs and shakes his head.

“Do you have any idea how hard this is for me? Do you know what I’ve been going through? I’ve never been more attracted to another human being. I’ve never felt a fire like this before. I’ve dreamt about fucking you until you can’t walk, but I’ve had to shove it all down because of who I am. Because I’m your superior, someone you should look up to.”

Your stomach churns with desire. You gently take his wrists in your hands and part them. He lets you do it this time. If he's still unsure, you’ll convince him. You swing one knee onto the couch and then the other until you're sitting on top of his lap. He doesn't fight you, and you're glad. You may be a virgin, but you’ve read and seen enough to know that what you're doing will work. You take his hands and place them on your ass, encouraging him to squeeze it. He doesn't, but he also doesn't remove his fingers. You lean down and press slow and seductive kisses to his cheeks, his jaw, his neck.

“I can still look up to you while you fuck me,” you whisper into his ear. You feel him twitch underneath you, and bite your lip. “Why don’t you tell me what you’ve dreamt, and I’ll make all your dreams come true?”

His head is thrown back on the couch, legs spread wide, eyes searching your figure. You wait a moment for him to say something. When he doesn't, your shoulders fall.

“Fine. I’ll just go then,” you reply sharply. But when you try to get up, he won't let you leave.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he asks in a husky voice. You scoff.

“Make up your mind, Austin.”

“You don’t get to call me that. You’ll call me sir.”

Your stomach churns again, and you smile.

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s a good girl,” he says, sliding you off of him.

He drags you into the bedroom and forcefully pushes you onto the bed. He kneels by the edge and starts sliding off your shoes, kissing the tops of your feet. When both sneakers are off, he grabs onto your ankles and slides you to the edge of the bed. You grip onto his shirt, and he smirks. His fingers curl underneath your top and lift it up over your head.

“Stand up.”

You do as he asks, and he whips you around. His hand travels down your stomach and the other grasps at your breast through your shirt. His breath is hot on your neck, and you close your eyes. He bites the skin on your neck and pulls it, making you whimper. You lean your head so he can reach your neck better, but he pulls away, leaving you cold. He sits on the edge of the bed and leans back on his elbows.

“Take your clothes off,” he orders. “Slowly.”

You bite your lip and reach for the hem of your top. You pull it up over your head and let it slip off the end of your pointer finger. Then, you slowly unbutton your jeans. You turn your back toward him, slide your pants down your legs, and step out of them. You make sure to arch your back as you rise back up to stand. You slide the straps of your bra off your shoulders and then unclip the back and let it fall to the ground. Finally, you hook your fingers in the sides of your underwear and shimmy them off, flinging them somewhere in the room using your toe.

“Take your hair down for me,” he commands.

You follow his direction, removing the hair tie and letting your locks fall against your face. When you're done, he stands up and approaches you. His eyes search your body up and down. His hand reaches to stroke your side, and with the other he gently pinches your nipple. He leans down, brushing your hair away from your ear.

“You asked for this,” he says raspily in your ear. “You want me to fuck you? You want to make my dreams reality? Fine. You’re not going to any college parties this weekend because you won’t be able to walk when I’m finished with you.”

You shudder with a combination of fear and delight. He walks a circle around you, trailing his fingers over your skin so lightly that it tickles.

“Now you’re a good student, aren’t you, baby girl?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he hisses.

“Yes, sir.”

“If you forget again, I’ll have to punish you."

You make a mental note to forget.

“Get on the bed, on your back.”

You do as he comamnds, laying flat. He kneels over you and pulls off his tie, exposing his neck even more to you. He gathers your hands over your head and ties them to one of the bedposts with the tie. When he's finished, he grabs your face by your jaw and lifts you to him.

“Welcome to sex education,” he says. “You want an A in my class, you do what I say. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. You keep your mouth shut till I tell you otherwise,” he says gruffly. “Or I’ll have to punish you.”

You bite your lip and writhe underneath him. He pulls your hips forward, and you gasp. Your arms, still tied to the bedpost, stretch out. He moves your head to the side and starts to assault your neck with kisses, licks, and bites. His hand moves to your breast, and he grabs onto the nipple, twisting it in his fingers. You buck your hips but keep your mouth shut.

After a few minutes, he moves down to suck on your nipple while he plays with the other one. His mouth is hot and wet on you as his tongue swirls around your nerves. It's getting harder and harder for you to stay quiet, but you suck in deep breaths. He starts to kiss down your stomach, his hands gripping your waist, fingers digging into the skin. He kisses all the way down to your stomach and stops. He stands and looks at your closed legs.

“Open your legs for me, good girl,” he says. You do what he tells you to, and he massages the inside of your thighs. You wriggle and whimper, but he shakes his head. “Keep your mouth shut.”

You clamp your lips together and clench your jaw. He reaches down and drags one finger up your folds. You shudder and arch your back.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you. I know you do.”

He does it again, and you whimper again. He shakes his head.

“Now look what you’ve done,” he growls. “I told you not to open your mouth, bad girl. You know what happens when you break the rules. Flip around.”

You scramble up and flip around. He guides you, pushing your head down onto the bed and pulling your hips and ass up into the air. He gently brushes his hands over your ass cheeks and then squeezes them, almost too hard. You bite your lip.

“What a pretty ass you got here…” he muttered, and you're just getting comfortable when you feel him slap you on the ass. Hard. You can't help it, a moan leaves your body. “Did I tell you you could moan like that?”

“No, sir.”

“That’s what I thought.

Just as you're relaxing, he slaps you again. You jump a little but pleasure shocks through you.

“That’s a good girl. A good student,” he says, massaging the places he’d slapped you.

You feel the bed shift as he climbs onto it and spreads your ass cheeks. He drags his tongue up your folds, and you melt into the bed. He inserts a finger and starts to pump it in and out of your wet folds. Your hips begin to move, even though it hurts. After a few minutes, the pain is mostly gone and waves of pleasure replace it. He adds another finger and starts to pump faster and harder. You moan, and he slaps your ass. You bite everything you could to stay quiet — the sheets, your lip, your arm. His tongue returns to dance circles on your clit. Your hips rock back and forth, faster and faster. Suddenly, he stops, and you gasp. He leans down over your shoulder, holding his palm on your pussy. You try to wiggle for friction, but he won't let you.

“Tell me what you want,” he says breathlessly.

“I want…” you moan and pant, unable to catch your breath.

“Tell me what you want, or you’re not getting it. Do you want me to stop?”

And he does stop for a moment. Your hands try to fly to his and make him keep going, but they're still tied tightly to the bedpost. You graon.

“No! No, don’t stop,” you shout. “I want you inside me, Professor Butler. I want you to fuck me.”

Those are the key words. He flips you back around and pulls you toward him roughly. He unties your hands from the post, and you desperately scurry toward him to help unbutton his shirt. He pulls it over his head, but you're already unzipping his pants. His hands grab yours.

“Slow down. We’re taking it nice and slow. You can only have me when I decide.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do it slowly.”

You obey, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. You grab onto his underwear and look up at him like a baby animal, waiting for permission. He nods, and you slowly take them down his legs. His member springs to life, and you are speechless. Sure, you’ve seen dicks before, but none that you want more than Professor Butler’s. You're inspired by boldness, and take it in your hand. You're about to put your lips to it, but he grabs you by the hair and pulls you away as gently as possible.

“No,” is all he says. “Get back on the bed.”

You nod and climb up. As you're doing so, he grabs a condom out of the drawer and puts it on. Once he's also on the bed, he hungrily attacks your neck again. You wrap your arms around his waist, trying to pull him down to you, but he resists. He returns to your lips, kissing you violently. You grip at his back, wanting his dick inside you more than anything. He manuevers it to your entrance and drags the tip up and down your folds, teasing you. You wriggle and writhe underneath his touch. He pulls back but his voice is shaky.

“Tell me how badly you want it,” he says gruffly. “How bad do you want this dick?”

You convulse and dig your nails into his back.

“Uh-uh-uh, use your words, baby girl."

“Fuck, I want it so bad, Professor Butler. I want it so bad,” you mutter, your legs shaking with desire.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” he growls. “Beg.”

“Please, sir,” you whimper.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, sir,” you choke out.

He wastes no time, gently sliding into you. You shut your eyes tightly and grasp at his hair.

“Shh, I know it hurts, baby girl,” he says softly. “Be a good girl and it’ll feel better in a minute.”

He gently rubs your side and kisses you. You start to get relaxed and the pain does go away a little. Just as it fades, he begins to slide in and out of you. It takes you a minute to catch up with the feelings but eventually you start moving your hips in rhythm with his.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, grunting. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

You bite your lip, trying not to moan. He speeds up a little, his breath ragged. You're drawing blood on his back, you know it. But he deserves it for not letting you scream.

“Oh, you wanna scream don’t you, good girl?” he asks, as if he had read your thoughts.

“Yes, sir,” you moan out.

“Talk for me,” he says, and you open up. Moans, groans, and other noises fly out of you. Austin starts to breathily moan along with you. “You’re gonna make me cum, good girl.”

You moan louder, feeling a massive wave of pleasure rising.

“Talk for me, baby. Tell everyone who fucked you for the first time.”

That's all you need. You crash down and scream out his name. He keeps pumping in and out of you all the way through your orgasm, finishing himself off. He finally slides out of you, both of you breathing heavily. He falls to the bed alongside you as each of you tries to catch your breath. After a few minutes, he rolls over.

“Are you okay?” he asks. “I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?”

“No, just a little,” you respond. “Will I be able to walk tomorrow?”

“Not a chance. But you won’t have to. You can stay with me. I’ll take care of you.”

You smile.

“You won’t look back and regret this, will you?” he asks, concern suddenly crossing his face. “That you let me be your first.”

“How could I regret that?” you ask. “You were perfect. Everything I could have asked for.”

You pull him down for a kiss. He scoops you up and tucks you both under the covers for a post-sex nap.

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#austin butler #milasfics #milasaustinfics #milasthings #milasaustincontent #dirty deeds

[ol1verdrawsyt]

Hi! So uh, I’m wondering if you have any Dialtown headcannons you would like to share :D? Cause I’m totallyyy normal about Dialtown headcanons lol

I am filled to the brim with dialtown headcanons, but rn I'm having norm brainrot so here's every norm headcanon I can think of rn

- he's basically the father figure to the entire main cast

- He's a pretty good guitar player, and an excellent singer. Though he doesn't like to talk about his talents

- his biggest pet peeve is people taking pity on him

- after chapter 3 and the town was fixed, he swapped out his nasa suit for a nice sweater and some blue jeans

- him and mr.dickens bonded really well together when they first met

- every year on his wife's birthday, he used to drink until he blacked out. After getting a better support system, he spends the day with people he's close to and avoids alcohol completely

- hes trans (ftm)

- though he'd never admit it, he cares about gingi more than anything else. It's his closet friend and his support system

- he occasionally smokes

- idk if I said this before, but he built a new shack for himself near the funfair in the outskirts of town

- he has very mixed feelings on callum. He doesn't idolize him like he used to, but he also can't find it in himself to hate him for everything he's done. He still thinks he was a wonderful leader nonetheless

- he absolutely despises theoroar

- him and Tango sometimes chat when Norm is helping out Mingus. Tango and her unbridled enthusiasm for everything is a bit concerning, but he still finds her fun to talk to

- speaking of Mingus, they fight like cats and dogs. They're more alike than they'd like to admit, so imagine them getting along like trying to shove two magnets with the same pole together

- norm after going through Oliver's scareshack definitely believes it's haunted, but he's too stubborn to admit it

- he loves to make things. Whether it be music or food or small crafts, it's a hobby he picked up when he was exiled to keep himself from going insane

- If Norm ever got a phone somehow, he'd never use it. However, he'd be on level 923 on that one game where you sort the colored objects into the tubes (idk what it's called)

- he gets most of his personality from his mom, along with his long dark colored hair

- he's hispanic

- he's an amazing cook

- he hates loud noises with a burning passion. For Christmas, Mingus gave him noise canceling earbuds. He never takes them out

- every once in a while, God will show up at his shack in the middle of the night and ask for an omelet. The first time this happened, Norm got angry and told him no. Every other time, he was too tired and made him the omelet

I rlly like norm.....

#dialtown #dialtown phone dating sim #norm dialtown #dialtown norm #sgt norm allen

[fallincloversims]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore 💙

Thank you so much for the tag @lostinsixam!

I couldn't decide so I'm just going to do Teddy and Josie and I'll list 10 facts instead 😅

Josie chose her new name by combining the names of characters from her favourite childhood TV show and favourite book.

Josie isn't the only one in the relationship that doesn't go by her birthname! Teddy was born Edward Parkes. The name Parkes was Teddy's mom's surname and his dad changed it to Keating when she walked out. His grandma gave him the nickname Teddy and it stuck! He hates it when people call him Edward.

Teddy and Josie have a four year age gap. At the time of the proposal, Teddy is 30 and Josie is 26.

Teddy, Dale and Morgan were all in the same year at school, Morgan is the oldest and Teddy is the youngest of the trio.

Josie can't cook because she's never had to learn! She grew up with household staff that did all the cooking. When she ran away from home, she spent two years moving around motels and usually had instant meals or takeaways. During the time Josie lived in Chestnut Ridge before meeting Teddy, she would often have dinner at Dani's house or at the local bar.

Teddy was taught to play guitar by his dad. He started writing songs when he was 13 but has never wanted to be a professional musician, preferring instead to work outdoors and with horses.

Josie is an excellent violin player, but she hasn't played since she left home.

Josie really wanted to go to university but didn't get the chance. She would have studied communications at Britechester and got a job as a charity organiser. Most likely an animal charity!

Teddy's favourite things about Josie are her hair, how caring she is and how supportive she is of his plans for their ranch.

Josie's favourite things about Teddy are his eyes, his spontaneity and how romantic he is.

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #the sims 4 #hazelwood legacy #hazelwood trivia

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 31/10/2023

28 Saves Later

Season 2 Featured on: The SilvaGunner Spooktacular Halloween Horror Special: Volume 8​-​Bit Beast Also on: SiIvaGunner: Starter Kit & Essentials

Ripped by wheel able Guitar performance by wolfman1405

Part of Spooktacular Week! ● Requested by luigibro! (Discord)

This rip. 28 Saves Later. With every Halloween that comes and goes on SiIvaGunner, every year going for something new, fresh, and oft immensely high quality - ESPECIALLY this year with Season 7 - I still return back to 28 Saves Later. I can't even remember how I found it, back in 2016 I could honestly not have cared less about Resident Evil and promptly skimmed past it in my feed. When I eventually did find it, it was still at a pretty meager view count - yet it's been climbing, slowly rising toward that juicy 100K. 28 Saves Later is, amidst a sea of excellent horror media tributes the SiIvaGunner channel has put out, the absolute best of the Spooktacular Halloween Horrors.

Classic survival horror games such as the original Resident Evil series are memorable for many reasons, yet what always seems to stick with players most is that sense of pure...relief, attained upon reaching a Save Room. Away from the horrors, the zombies, the monsters, the demons, the Lickers and Hunters and heads of crimson or pyramid, you always have this one little chamber to return to. 28 Saves Later is, in the most simple terms, a tribute to that feeling - the feeling of being safe from the horror, yet knowing you'll have to go out there again to face the truth. It builds upon itself so masterfully, with an imposing percussion slowly building in volume, more instruments being added to the calming lead melody all emphasizing danger lurking in the shadows...althewhile using samples from Silent Hill 2, several numbered Resident Evil games, and music from the zombie post-apocalypse film 28 Days Later, one entirely about that wish to find shelter from the horrors of the world.

In the midst of all the silly shit that regularly occurs on SiIvaGunner, I think it's really important to note just how bizarre of a time the beginning of Season 2 was - mainly, because we still didn't quite know what it was building to. The channel was supposed to have ended, yet with no fanfare whatsoever, here it was back uploading rips just as usual, but with a new emphasis on the then-relevant Halloween season. As silly as it may sound, there definitely was a sort of fear-of-the-unknown lingering as we were left in limbo between the channel ending and continuing - as Chaze would later confirm, the plan WAS to have the channel actually end after the Halloween and Christmas events. And rips like 28 Saves Later, rips of such absurdly high quality yet drenched in such uncertainty, only aided in that feeling - yet created an absolutely palpable sense of atmosphere for the time.

I'm sure several of the blog's readers could've predicted this being today's rip, and I'm no good at hiding my feelings either. 28 Saves Later, even disconnected from SiIvaGunner, is just an absolute loveletter to the survival horror genre, to all the feelings and vibes they once instilled in us all, before its long period of hiatus that wouldn't end until Resident Evil 7 released in 2017. 28 Saves Later is amidst SiIvaGunner's most important, must-listen-to rips yet released, transcending tribute into just becoming a wholly amazing piece of music in its own right.

#todays siivagunner #season 2 #siivagunner #siiva #spooktacular week #wheel able #wolfman1405 #28 days later #horror media #horror games #resident evil #resident evil 2 #resident evil 3 #resident evil 4 #re #re2 #re3 #re4 #re2 remake #re3 remake #re4 remake #leon kennedy #chris redfield #jill valentine #claire redfield #silent hill #silent hill 2 #akira yamaoka #sh2 #harry mason

[heirantv]

park chaeyoung (rosé), twenty7, cis female, she/her.  ───  3, 2, 1 — action!  everyone, we’re here at jincheon national training center, and this time i have with me our national tennis team’s very own kim heiran. you might know them for winning an olympic gold medal at the age of 15, but if not, don’t worry. they’re here to field all your burning questions. let’s dive right in.

hello ! i'm sapphy ( she/her ) and it's been quite a while since i've been away from tumblr. so, when i saw this rp i was most excited to get a chance to rp on this platform once again ! i do hope that we can write amazing things together. i am available for plotting on tumblr or if you feel comfortable on d*scord, i do have one that you can ask upon request. happy roleplaying. ^^

BASIC INFO

KOREAN NAME : kim heiran D.O.B : may 4, 1997 ( 27 ) ORIGIN : seoul, south korea RESIDING : the haven, jincheon national training center, south korea OCCUPATION : tennis player.  SKELETON / SUBPLOT : the ace , hall of fame

TRAINING / CAREER

TRAINING PERIOD : 2003 - 2012 

+ held her first tennis racket at the age of four. + started training program for tennis at the age of six. + excelled in progression during the first years of her training,  + joined her school’s tennis team from secondary school till high school.  + at the age of 15 she would join the olympics – on behalf of her coach, and win gold.  + coined one of the youngest tennis players to win olympian gold becoming a prodigy not only to her family but also her high school team.

YEARS ACTIVE : 2012 - present

+ note that although she won an olympic medal at the age of 15, she still continued training as well as continuing to play on her high school team.   + 2022 would join jincheon national team at the age of 25 + MARCH 18 2022 in mongolia for the east asian youth games +  APRIL 2023 threaten to leave the team to save her younger sibling from getting booted, didn’t think about the attention that would come with it. + JUNE 2023 travels to shanghai, china for 2024 summer olympic training + 2024 - PRESENT training for summer olympic games

TIDBITS / FACTS

+ heiran knew that she was destined for great things in the sport of tennis the moment she held the racket in her hands. her parents from the time she started getting training for the sport were supportive of her endeavors. + it was when she turned fifteen and won her olympic gold that her parents began to put her on a high pedestal. she would become the token child between her and her sibling. + at first she enjoyed the amount of attention she'd been given during the few years after making such an achievement. she just adorn on the fact that she was the one that made her parents proud. with that she kind of pushed everything else around her to that back of her mind. being great without room for failure was her top priority. + at some point in time seeing that her younger sibling was being overshadowed lead her to feel some sort of guilt but she still had dreams to achieve and was reluctant of the idea of giving up what she enjoyed doing. + she doesn't have any ill feelings towards her younger sibling but she also can't bring herself to just drop all that she achieved up until now. she cares enough to defend them during their scandal even threatening to walk from the team ( in which she knew that would win the opinion in her favor of both of them staying. ) but she was never one of showing or being close to them. + find heiran at the tennis court practicing. her career comes first as it's the most important thing to her. + much of a fashionista, loves shopping for clothes. her aesthetic style is chic. has become the sponsor of some sports outfitters as well. + though it may seem that she enjoys being bombarded with numerous amount of people, she tends to get overwhelmed much like anyone else. behind closed doors she hides away in tears. + besides her love for tennis, she also can play the guitar and piano. she enjoys talking about her soft spot for music. + she can speak english fluently, despite the slight accent she has.

CONNECTIONS

+ PLATONIC acquaintances, friends, mentors, idols, fans of her, support systems, best friend, enemies to friends, friendly competition, friends in other sports + ROMANTIC exes, fake couple, enemies/rivals to lovers ( end game ) + ANTAGONISTIC rivals in tennis, rivals in any sport, sabotaging to get the upper hand, friends to enemies , lovers to enemies

#gtvintro #✦⸼࣪⸳ upon the first departure #upon the first departure

[freakingoutthesquares]

Orange, Issue 3, May 1992:

Transcrption: PulpWiki

1992 sees Sheffield's wackiest band, Pulp, celebrating their tenth anniversary. In a recording career that's seen so many singles that Pulp themselves aren't totally sure what they've had released, there's only been one album - the excellent Freaks of 1987.

But, following on from the success of the two singles in '91 (My Legendary Girlfriend and Countdown), May 18th sees the release of O. U. She's Gone - a sublime piece of D.I.S.C.O. that's sure to have all the kids pogoing in delight, and rumours are spreading that the long awaited second album Seperations might follow soon after.

But aren't they afraid that, after all these years, they'll have passed their prime? Orange managed to catch up with Jarvis (vox/guitar/Oxfam junkie), Russell (guitar/violin/stares), Candida (keyboards/dresses) and Nick drums/eating) (Steve the bass player couldn't make it) to find out more.

J: No. As far as most people are concerned, we only started to exist last year. R: Most of the people that come to see us now have never heard anything before My Legendary Girlfriend, thank goodness! They don't know about our hideous past - we've been trying to keep it quiet, you know!

So what've Pulp been up to since the release of Countdown? R: A hectic schedule of staring into space. J: Vegetation. N: We went to France. R: We played a few concerts. J: We've just been getting some new material together. R: I suppose the main thing we've been doing is building up a following in London, really, because we only ever had a following in Sheffield.

What's been happening with the Seperations LP? Everyone expected it to be out last year, but it's still not out. Why's it taken so long? J: We want it to be really good. All this about things taking time is never anything to do with us, honestly. C: It's not our fault! N: It's the organisation around us. J: We'd like to have a record out every couple of months, but it never seems to work out that way. R: We recorded the unmixed album over two years ago and it was written a longtime before that, and it's just not been released yet. J: Which hurts!

So when is it due out then? C: We don't know much at the moment...this year hopefully! J: Yeah, it might, hopefully, be this year, if we're lucky - if we get it between the summer and the Christmas rush!

Tell us about the new single. J: It's great, isn't it! R: It's called O. U.. C: Ring up our manager and you'll hear it on the answer phone! R: It's mixed by the bloke who did Spiritualized... J : Ed Buller, who did a very good job and, er, yeah, it's good! R: It's radio-friendly, 'cos it's two minutes and fifty seconds long. N: ...compared to MLG where the actual singing didn't start 'til about three minutes into the song. This one, the songs over and done worth. R: This is shorter than the intro for MLG! More of a jingle than a song!

What's O.U. actually about then Jarvis? J: It's about a man faced with the decision of hearing his girlfriend leaving the house, leaving him and it's only eight o'clock in the morning and he has to decide whether he wants to stay in bed for an extra hour or get dressed and go and stop her from leaving him for ever. C: Oh, that's good!

And, dear readers, as soon as you hear this little gem of a single, you'll find that you have to agree with Candida. But if you can't wait 'til the May 18th release then make sure you're down at the Mill on May 11th and I'm sure that Pulp will play it for you - perhaps even twice, if you ask nicely. And if you can't wait 'til then, I suppose you could always give Pulp's manager a ring.

S.B.

#russell senior #jarvis cocker #pulp #90s #almost britpop #interview #printed interview

[terry-perry]

You're Beautiful

Pairing: Odinsdottir!Reader x Dad!Steve Rogers (but not the main focus)

Characters: Odinsdottir!Reader, Natalie Rogers, Steve Rogers, Jack Barnes (mentioned), Daisy Rogers (mentioned)

"Natalie?"

Y/N pressed her ear against the door, her heart immediately aching at the sound of her daughter's sniffling.

"Go away..."

Daisy told her and Steve about what happened at school that day. They were shocked to learn about Nat's boyfriend, Dave, cheating on her. And with Melanie, Nat's supposed best friend, of all people. When Steve was hearing this news about his baby girl's heart being broken, he needed to use everything in him to remain calm. While he did that, Y/N decided to be the one to try to talk to Nat.

"Darling, please let me in," Y/N insisted, especially when she heard the sudden rain outside. She heard her sigh and her bed squeak from her moving about on it.

"It's open,"

As she made her way into her daughter's room, Y/N was unfortunately welcomed by the sight of Nat sitting on the bed, her knees tucked up against her chest and her head low. It made Y/N's heart ache to see such a thing. She went over to join her on the bed.

"You're not obligated to talk about what happened," she said, sitting across from Nat with a comforting smile. "But I'm here to help."

"Mom, am I ugly?" Nat asked then, her voice cracking as she held her head up.

When asked this, Y/N was taken aback. Did that unworthy boy say something about how her sweet princess looked? Is this why he chose to do what he did? The fiend!

"My love, how can you ask such a thing? I can't say anything other than that you are one of the most beautiful people in the world."

"Then why did Dave cheat on me with my blonde and pretty best friend?" Nat started to cry again, and Y/N couldn't help but tear up a little too.

"Dave is nothing but a silly child who doesn't appreciate the special person you are. He made a choice to be a terrible boyfriend by thinking only of himself. Is that really someone worth your time?"

"No. I don't know why I'm crying about it, really. He wasn't the one I wanted to be with, anyway."

This was a day filled with heartache and a few surprises, apparently. "Oh?"

"Yeah, to be honest, I was hoping that dating Dave would help me get over Jack. I guess this was my karma, huh?"

So this wasn't all about Dave, was it? Nat still held a torch for Jack.

"He's been dating the guitar player of his band, Marcy Spector," Nat explained. "She's way cooler and prettier than me. She likes a lot more of the same stuff as him too."

Y/N remembered Marcy. She was the one who almost always wore black. She was a beauty, yes, and anyone could recognize that from her doe brown eyes and pink, vibrant lips. But there was no need for Nat to try to compare herself to Marcy. As that Midgardian saying goes, it would be like comparing apples to oranges.

"Oh darling, I wish you didn't feel so negatively about yourself. You have so much to offer." Y/N moved closer to her daughter and wrapped an arm around her. "You're an excellent seamstress who can make a variety of garments and accessories. You're an exceptional actress and singer. And let's not forget about your dancing. So marvelous!"

Nat looked up, tears still running down her cheeks, but hanging onto her mother's every word.

"You make a great impression wherever you go. Because you are beautiful, inside and out. One day, someone will see this and treat you the way you deserve to be treated.

"I hope so," Nat sniffled.

Y/N wiped away the last of her tears and then placed a kiss on her forehead. "I know so,"

Nat's exhaustion from her many emotions soon got the best of her. Y/N silently slid out of her room so she could rest. It stopped raining, which was a good sign, but she still made a note to check on her later.

When Y/N came into the kitchen, Steve was already busy making dinner. "Everything okay?" He asked when he spotted her.

"For now," she sighed, reassuring him with a smile.

She was well aware of how Natalie's experience had affected her, having been through similar situations before. Growing up, she also knew the feeling of being slighted and comparing herself to others. As the youngest of Odin's children, she didn't feel she had the strength or intelligence of her brothers. For a while, this affected her confidence and made her feel incapable of handling life's challenges. It was a struggle to assert her independence and figure out how to navigate the world on her own terms.

Then there was Steve, who she fell in love with almost immediately. But she felt she wouldn't stand a chance because Sharon Carter bonded so easily with him and was more similar to him. They had more to bond over because she was also the niece of Peggy Carter, Steve's first love. She thought it was all over when that happened. It was devastating, she wouldn't lie, but she was determined to move forward by focusing on the mission at the time.

She was ready to put the heartbreak behind her when Steve explained himself. The kiss wasn't reciprocated, and her insecurities prevented her from seeing the truth. He told her he didn't blame her for thinking such a thing, given how it looked, but he didn't want her to believe that he led her on or that what they had wasn't real. He apologized for waiting so long and he was ready to make something happen if she would let him.

Perhaps Jack and Natalie were in a similar situation. Fate might need to bring in something or someone so they can gain some perspective on their relationship.

#mom!reader #dad!steve rogers #odinsdottir #child oc #natalie rogers #jack barnes #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #asgardian!reader #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #mcu au #mcu #marvelcinematicuniverse #marvel cinematic universe #marvel

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

The Wild Bunch 1995 Reggae / Roots Reggae / Rocksteady / Dub

First off, let me just say that I am in total awe of this crop of reggae instrumentals from the 60s and 70s here. So much music since has come with so much more fuss and technological advancements, and yet an unscalable pile of the stuff that came out after this doesn't seem to come close to how good a bunch of these simple tunes still are. In a broad sense, all these songs' formulas are pretty simple, but they really still just manage to click so damn well 😌.

From this comp's liner notes:

During the past eight years, Trojan have pioneered the 'Revival' Reggae scene. Our re-issue programme has preserved some of the best vocals ever recorded in Jamaica, but with the emphasis being placed on some of the island's many talented singers in recent years, the musicians have tended to be ignored. This current release reverses that trend by turning the spotlight onto the 'players of instruments', and in so doing we pay tribute to Kingston's legendary session men.

Now, because nearly all of these are straight-up instrumentals, they all pretty much operate in the same way, and each of them seem to have one thing in common that ends up either making or breaking the tune: the lead instrument. Because reggae riddims are inherently repetitive and steady, if left alone, they will naturally get stale. So, it takes a good melody of some kind to be laid atop that riddim in order to lend the song some much needed variety. And in a whole lot of these 27 tunes, that ends up coming to remarkable fruition.

It's hard to even really know where to begin with this album since there's so much goodness to be found within it, but the thick, whistle-ringing improvisational organ of Lloyd Charmer's "Ling Tong Ting" is an absolutely terrific place to start. Then the JJ All Stars get topsy-turvy with the audio channels on "Memphis Underground," by sending the melodic leads exclusively and *very prominently* through the left, and 90% of the riddim through the right; Herman Marquis' "Tom's Version," whose intro I'm pretty sure I've heard sampled in at least one hip hop tune before (Wu-Tang, maybe? It's honestly driving me crazy that I can't put my finger on it), then follows by doing a wonderful job of harmonizing its organ and trumpet, yielding this fully warm and satisfying haze; the legendary Augustus Pablo, who singlehandedly managed to transform the melodica from a mere plaything for children into an instrument with serious gravitas, shows why on a rootsy piece of dub called "Great Pablo;" and then towards the end, we get a bit of a surprise with a piece of gospel-reggae that's actually not an instrumental: the Harry J All Stars "Holy Moses," which is aided by a small set of female singers whose deployment of soul harmonies reminds of the backup singing that can be found on a bunch of Bob Marley hits.

But the closing title tune by the Music Doctors may be both the most remarkable and most fun track of them all, for the simple fact that it uniquely trades its leads between—not things like guitars, horns, and organs—but just bass and drums. And the bassist just seems to carefreely play this laid-back and very recognizable piece of melody from The Jackson 5's "I Want You Back;" it's so good!

So, a phenomenal collection of rare Jamaican reggae instrumental classics here, from the genre's premier label itself, Trojan. Yesterday, I posted about an excellent metal cassette from 1985 that's also called The Wild Bunch, and given how good that that album was, I really didn't think that this one could outdo it, but it very much did!

Highlights:

Selwyn Baptiste - "Mo' Bay" Boris Gardiner - "Memories of Love" The Dynamites - "Phantom" Sound Dimension - "Soul Food" Lloyd Charmers - "Ling Tong Ting" The Aggrovators - "The Sniper" JJ All Stars - "Memphis Underground" Lynn Taitt & The Jets - "Love Me Forever" Herman Marquis - "Tom's Version" The Tennors - "Copy Me Donkey" Winston Wright - "Heads or Tails" Augustus Pablo - "Great Pablo" Harry J All Stars - "Holy Moses" Music Doctors - "Wild Bunch"

#reggae #roots reggae #rocksteady #dub #dub music #music #60s #60s music #70's #70's music

[ligiawrites]

today i woke up at 6 cause the body wants what it wants, and I saw myself with some extra time on my hands, so I naturally gravitated toward my writing. I wrote around 400 words, started to feel antsy, realized i was worrying about money and my future as a writer again, and decided to relax by watching an anime. now, i've been watching a lot of all-girl animes lately, and this one is absolutely awesome cause it mixes music and excellent characters. It's called Bocchi the Rock! and it's about a teenage guitar player who falls back on music to deal with her extremely deep social anxiety. social anxiety + normal anxiety, just like me. so yeah, i don't need to tell you how much i already cried while watching it, and I'm still on episode 8, so. but yeah, Bocchi the Rock! and today's episode. ….and today's episode was all about Bocchi (cause that's the girl's nickname in the band) conquering yet another "small" obstacle and seeing herself in face of crippling anxiety…when she thinks about her future and how she NEEDS to succeed as a teenager, or else she (supposedly not smart enough to go to college) would have to find a job, in which she would suffer cause social anxiety and abusive work environment. The whole scene, a cute scene in which the band is having some juice with some older friends, ends up with one of Bocchi's older friends saying that she could understand why she was worrying, but that "you won't enjoy all the hard work you're putting into your dream if you keep worrying about the future so much" "you gotta have fun with the process" (or something along those lines) and it hit me like a ton of bricks and i cried and i'm kinda crying again as i remember that. But not because of the "you gotta have fun with the process" is anything new. It's not. we all know that and heard that in several ways but the thought of waking up one day in the future, success or not, and looking back and only remembering stress and fear and sadness while I'm working so f hard in something that I love, trying to make my DREAM come true...it just broke my heart.

I feel like this weird, tiny animal who shakes too much around other people and is too afraid of everything, but I'm trying to change that. For me, of course, and for my career and my bills-to-pay and also for you.

Cause you're there, and you believe in me. (thank you for that btw)

and ALSO cause i want to finish this game and these books, you all, I really do. And in fact, i want to make games and write books for the rest of my life.

#and also guess who will soon start going to therapy? moi!

[notesonartistry]

I saw a comment after Taylor's appearance at the 1975 that her guitar playing has improved I'm like she has always been really good at playing guitar. It's just the fact that we rarely see her play guitar since Rep that some think she has all of sudden "improved" her guitar playing when she has always been really good. During the Speak Now tour when she did her cover songs her guitar playing was really good. Example 1 , Example 2 and example 3

She's a fantastic guitar player and always working and improving (as she does with everything). Remember she said Paul was teaching her new stuff, although I think he's also said that she's already great at it. So, while I do think she's got better over the years, I agree that she's always been excellent and people are just mis-remembering or minimising her earlier skill for some reason.

I also think that it should be remembered that she's playing and singing at the same time ... and making a performance of it too! Obviously, she's well practiced at it, but that doesn't negate the fact that it's also a huge skill!

I watched this video this morning and he spoke about what a good player she is, the energy and personality she puts into playing, and how unusual it is to be able to keep a crowd's attention with just an acoustic guitar. He's also mentioned it in previous videos (and other musicians have too), but this was the first that sprung to mind.

#guitar #derrik rockne #reaction video

[lenixsocial]

"Now and Then": an honest review.

From an honest source: me.

I've been a Beatles fan forever, practically. I have dissected their songs, read all the books, seen all the films. I feel qualified to deliver the following review.

If you haven't heard the newest Beatles track, stop now. Go do that. It's literally everywhere.

Music: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: The music is excellent. The song opens on a piano melody played by Paul. That they chose to wipe John's original piano may be suspect, but one only needs to listen to "Real Love" to fully grasp why you'd rather have a newly recorded piano. While on that track John's vocals sound creepy and thin due to magnetic tape degradation, the piano suffers even more and warbles along as another piano is laid on top to strengthen the sound. The choice to overdub strings is brilliant as well because Beatles ballads and string sections go together like cookies and milk. Ringo's drumming is as sure footed as ever, albeit a touch rattling as the largeness of the room he's in is conveyed by the presence of his kit from time to time. Paul's bass recalls figures from "You Never Give Me Your Money" in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment which honestly lends the song even more Beatles credibility. George Harrison plays rhythm guitar which is honestly a shame because that's just not using your talents to their maximum. But George disliked this song due to its 60 cycle hum and poor audio quality during the 1995 sessions, so all he did was play rhythm guitar. And honestly it's sort of buried in the mix. What we do get is Paul playing slide in George's style. Honestly it took me about four listens to appreciate it for what it is: Paul's apology to George. Nobody could play like him, he was an iconic slide player. Now all Paul can do is try and get his sound. There's no replacing George. Even if Paul contemplated it back in the late 60's. He truly misses him and of that I have no doubt. Again: the music is beautiful and it's the thing I have the least gripes with.

Lyrics: ⭐️⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: The lyrics are pretty damn tepid. Pretty safe. Pretty dull if I'm being honest. I think most people were hoping Paul would write something more profound seeing as how the title is reportedly the last lines John ever spoke to him. What we get is a syrupy take on old friends, long since departed. Perhaps keeping with the ethos of 'keep it simple, stupid' Paul went a decidedly basic route working off the lyrics that already were there. The song itself wasn't much to begin with lyrically and we must remember: these were John's DEMOS. The earliest buds of a song. Likely these would've been transformed into great works through multiple rewrites. Overall I'm giving the lyrics a solid 'good' rating. It does what it needs to despite being perhaps overly simple.

Vocals: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: I was going to give it only three but it's John's vocals that gave it another star. They are pristine. In a way that no Lennon vocal has ever been. And I think John would've absolutely HATED it. He loved effects on his voice and probably would've really dug the tape warble on the other two 90's era reunion tracks. Here, Peter Jackson used machine learning to take the original vocals, remove the hum and hiss, and train it on what John's voice sounded like. What we get are the cleanest, clearest, most unencumbered Lennon vocals, ever. They are mixed so high however that it occasionally interferes with some of the other instrumentation. Elsewhere Ringo and Paul sing together on backing vocals (an interesting choice which I feel is long overdue on a Beatles track), and vocals from older Beatles tunes are 'flown in' to the mix so that John Paul and George can harmonize together again (this sounded like it was going to be cheap as hell until you hear it and then you understand why it's absolute genius).

Artwork: ⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: It's bad. Look, I get what it's trying to do: it's supposed to be the outlines of the balconies as seen on the Red and Blue albums, but with the Beatles replaced by words. The font is a poor choice, it's dull. The colors are dull. The back cover should've been the front cover, and there's nary a Beatles logo on it. It's a fail in the artwork department (despite the artist being responsible for McCartney III, a truly inventive cover).

Promotion: ⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: This was the single most disorganized campaign ever concocted by Apple Corps. We started out with rumor. Fine. Then Paul's old clip saying he was going to complete "Now and Then". Alright. Cool. Then Paul announces that AI helped make it smack dab in the middle of the summer news cycle where Actors in SAG were fearful of having AI copy their voices. Was this even the real John Lennon? What was going on? Paul was silent. Ringo too. Then Paul had to walk it back and explain. Then we had absolutely no time to prepare for its release. It was PLONK it's getting put out on this day. Deal with it. It was all very slapdash last second feeling and it isn't like Apple Corps to not really handle releases well with months of build up and promos. This was well...fairly ham fisted if I'm being honest. Paul's AI comment by the way really confused the older demographic who still contend that it's a computer singing John's part, not John. Also, it didn't help that the AI Beatles YouTube page went up shortly after Paul's AI announcement further muddying the waters.

Music Video: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: Here's where Peter Jackson shined on this project. It took me five rewatches to appreciate the video. Seeing them all together on stage performing again was tear-inducing for sure. The music works well as a companion in the video for sure. John directing the orchestra with his silly affectations, and just the way in which they were all so neatly removed from old footage to appear alongside current Paul and Ringo was beautiful. And let's not forget that end: The Beatles take a bow and they disappear as the band's name goes opaque on the blocks behind them. Their career is officially over. All the songs have been sung. They might disappear, but the memories and their music will last forever. Genius ending.

Value for Money: ⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: If this would've come out on Volume 3 of a newly minted and remastered Anthology, I don't think the public would have had an issue. But it didn't. It came out as a horribly expensive single, and will be included on the remastered Blue Album. Oddly the same album doesn't include Free as a Bird or Real Love, which further angers fans. It is a disaster in the same way the promotion for the record was a disaster.

B-Side: ⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: They could have put nearly ANYTHING on the flip and chose their first single. Which OK. I get it. Bookends. Now and Then. Cute. But it's absolutely JARRING to go from modern recording techniques to 1962 recording techniques. It's a decent mix I suppose, but it just doesn't make sense and if you're wanting to make new Beatles fans, at least put something more contemporary like "Here Comes The Sun" on the obverse. Kids love that song. Look on Spotify. The sound of that song is early 60's. I don't see a lot of Gen Z'ers calling it a bop.

Verdict: ⭐️⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: A good song, with a terrible promotion and single release coupled with a tearjerker of a video and a chance to hear our heroes one last time. Its positives outweigh its negatives for me, and after a few listens it's as much a Beatles tune as any other. Definitely worth listening to, and cherishing for years to come.

#the beatles #now and then #review #music review

[purpleplaid17]

Jess Watches // Fri 29 Sept Synopses & Favourite Scenes

Flora and Son (with mum)

A single mother (Eve Hewson) living in Dublin is having trouble with her son, a rebellious teenage petty thief. Encouraged to find him a hobby, Flora rescues an old guitar and, with the help of a LA-based online guitar teacher (Joseph Gordon-Levitt, discovers that one person's rubbish can be another person's salvation.

A slice-of-life Irish indie with a loud and proud lead character who wants more out of life for herself and her son. An easy 90 minute afternoon watch with some catchy songs to hum along to. (Also, an ice cream van stopped near our house, which hasn't happened in years. So had a little treat while we watched.)

The Great 3x10 Once Upon a Time (Series Finale)

While playing Russian Roulette, an intruder tries to kill Catherine, and she uses the gun to shoot him instead; this epiphany allows her to come out of her daze and grief.

The writing and dialogue was top-notch. As compelling as the grieving episodes were, they lingered in it a bit to long for me. So this was a return to the pace, of wit and of clit, that the show excels at.

I'm a Virgo 1x03 Paco Rabanne

Cootie experiences dating for the first time as he and Flora hit up the town. Flora's speedy movements are actually a superpower of her own that she's had to keep hidden; Scat is wounded on his minibike.

Flora having to adapt to everyone elses speed because otherwise she can't be understood was shown in such a visually effective way. The energy it takes to be seen as 'normal'.

Avatar: The Last Airbender 3x17 The Ember Island Players

A Fire Nation theater group is debuting a play based upon the group's adventures. Everyone, except Toph, is embarrassed by the inaccurate and exaggerated portrayals of themselves.

Toph finding the depictions of them hilarious and loving that she was played by a tall buff man. Good for her.

The Horror of Dolores Roach 1x03 Like a Stoned-Ass Baby

Dolores digests what Luis has done with the evidence.

Though not literally, despite everyone else savouring the new empanada recipe. A few shows now, made during covid, involve cannibalism. Should I be concerned lmao

#flora and son #the great #i'm a virgo #avatar the last airbender #atla #the horror of dolores roach #polls #tumblr polls #jess watches #day 10

[starcub88]

I have a fantasy currently about making a deal with the devil to gain something in exchange for gaining weight.

For example, making a deal to become the best guitar player in the world. I could go from little skill to master abilities, but only if I gain weight. Every pound gained means better ability playing the guitar. The devil says I can stop at any time, there's no end weight I need to reach. But if I lose weight, I will also lose a proportionate amount of ability.

So of course I don't want to lose weight, I just tell myself that I will gain enough weight to get good enough to fulfill my desires. The devil knows of course that once I get a taste of success and skill, I will want more. And there's a clear way to continue: eat. Gain weight. Instead of practicing more, I eat more. My bandmates at first wonder why I'm not practicing more, and are slightly worried about how much weight I'm gaining, but since I'm playing better than ever before, they learn to ignore it pretty quickly.

The band has more and more success the more I eat and gain weight, we have am expanding fanbase to go with my expanding waistline. I and my bandmates worry at first that my new weight will scare of fans and ruin our image, but most fans not only don't seem to care, but a lot of them think it's sexy. Fans start to send me gifts and cakes or will deliver huge meals to the stage door. I wonder if the devil set this up to, but I'm not bothered even if they did. I'm an excellent guitarist in a respected and beloved band.

My bandmates see how much attention I'm getting and decide to gain weight too to match my image. It's a lot easier for me to keep eating with company, and when everyone else makes sure there's food around as well.

#Fic #wg fiction #gainer fic

[gotouhitori]

Bocchi the Rock

Given I've blatantly taken the main character's name as my username here, it shouldn't surprise anyone that I think Bocchi the Rock is the best anime airing this season. But I have to actually say it is, because it actually is.

It's excellent comedy. It has a great cast of characters, each of them entertainingly screwed up in their own way - one of the things I like most in anime. Bocchi herself is an amazingly relatable (if pretty extreme) depiction of social anxiety. The voice acting especially sells it - I'm told that her voice actor has stated that she's not so much acting as channeling her high school self... not sure if that's actually true or not, but it sure sounds like it is. And on top of that, she's the best facial expression generator since Anya from Spy X Family.

Oh yeah, suppose I should mention the basic premise of the show, in case anyone reading this who has an interest in anime happens to live under a rock and hasn't heard of it. In short, a socially anxious girl who plays the guitar joins a band with a bunch of other weirdos. I mention this largely to give context to saying that as great as Bocchi herself is, my favourite character might actually be the bass player, Ryou. She's a less prominent presence, but she's in her own ways even more of an oddball than Bocchi, and I do have something of a soft spot for deadpan characters.

#anime and manga #bocchi the rock!

[waugh-bao]

Love how every time Charlie is asked about Ronnie it boils down to: "He's a great musician,he's dumb, and I love him."

And there is a quote that says exactly that from 2002:

"I still tend to think that Ronnie only joined The Stones a couple of years ago, but it’s actually a hell of a long time. He’s a great guy to be on tour with - he’s daft as well, but he’s a nice person.”

Basically, 'he's dumb but he's sweet so I told Mick and Keith they could keep him.'

Other greatest hits from Charlie on Ronnie include:

"He has the attention span of a gnat."

"He's not at all sensible, Ronnie. It's not his role. He's a maniac."

"It's very difficult to keep a straight face with Ronnie. Either he's doing something really stupid, and he doesn't know it, or he knows it, and they're both very funny."

"He's not a grown-up."

And that time he joked that, now they'd had him for 40 years it was time to fire him.

In seriousness, though, he did always have the highest praise for him as a guitar player.

When it came down to it, he did a lot for Ronnie, especially during his first days in the band and post-WWIII.

Ronnie's first gig as a Rolling Stone was the flatbed truck on 5th Avenue in 1975. All Charlie's idea (it was an old jazz band trick from the '30s), and maybe the most spectacular way to make one's debut as a Stone.

Depending upon who's telling the story, the second person vacillates between being Keith or Bill, but Charlie is always mentioned as the biggest advocate for Ronnie becoming a full member of the band. Ronnie in 2003:

"Before we went to Japan, on the Steel Wheels tour, my pals Charlie and Bill stood up for me. They said, Are you earning as much as we are? and I said, No. So they said, Unless you earn as much as us, we're not going to carry on. They brought this up at a meeting and I thought, Thank you very much! 

Bill and Charlie were very supportive. They made a stand for me without me having to beg and say, I'm being unfairly treated. They said, Ronnie's slaved away as hard as we have and he's not getting as much as us. And the rest of the band said, Right, OK, we'll finally end your apprenticeship, you're finally part of the band."

All of this was in addition to Charlie helping Ronnie with his kids, assisting him in sobriety, being the best man in his wedding to Jo, acting as his chief artistic critic, playing drums for his most successful solo record, etc.

It should be said that, while I don't think Ronnie is going to be receiving a Fulbright scholarship anytime soon, he's no idiot when it comes to Charlie.

He had a very incisive read not just on his excellence as a drummer or as a person (though he praised both often), but on Charlie's inability to see why he was so loved and admired:

Whenever they were in interviews together, he never let Charlie get away with putting himself down:

So, you know, maybe Keith wasn't quite that ridiculous in getting a little worried Ronnie was going to steal the spot of favorite he (thought) he had:

#vis-a-vis Ronnie always going against Charlie's criticism of himself #I'm sure he believed it #but I'm also pretty sure that when one becomes a Stones guitar player #Keith has a contract specifically about care and protection of Charlie that has to be signed in blood #'do you swear that if anyone threatens Charlie you will chase after them with a broken vodka bottle in the tradition of the stones?' #anyway I'm finally done grad work so now I'm catching up on asks #sorry that took so long #the rolling stones #ronnie wood #charlie watts #old married band #mick jagger #keith richards #young married band #anonymous #ask response