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[delsincloud]

#chxrry22 #the other side #alternative r&b #r&b #music #xo records #photography #aesthetic #vibe #dark #love

[ifitaintxothenitgottago]

#chxrry22 #chxrry #XO #r&b #abel tesfaye #xo records #the weeknd

[thepermanentrainpress]

Gallery: NAV @ Doug Mitchell Thunderbird Sports Centre - Vancouver, BC Date: March 12, 2023 Photographed by: Tom Russell

#Nav #Tom Russell #PRphoto #Music #live music #Vancouver #yvr #UBC #Doug Mitchell Thunderbird Sports Centre #Thunderbird Sports Centre #Thunderbird Arena #Never Sleep Tour #Live Nation #Navraj Singh Goraya #Demons Protected by Angels #Good Intentions #Bad Habits #nav music #XO Records #Republic Records #Wanted You #Off White VLONE #Perfect Timing #Some Way #A$AP Ferg #concert #concert photography #concert photos #gig #concerts

[surra-de-bunda]

The Stylistics Fabulous H&L Records 1976, with Marcia McBroom as the cover model.

#The Stylistics Fabulous H&L records #1976 #Marcia McBroom #xo

[saintrocklee]

pairing: itachi x reader for @thebloodredraven request prompt: "and now you're a stranger with all my secrets" angst. pining. itachi being deep, reader just existing.

There's a woman, in a tea shop.

Not an unusual circumstance. Tea shops required people to work in them, and those people were typically civilians. Specifically women. Some old, the wrinkles in their face scrunched up with a smile for a paying customer. Some young, nervously flitting from one table to another, trying not to spill anything.

Itachi finds himself here, when he needs to remember. Remember what it was like, before. Remember what he was like, before. He remembers to overpay the elder owner of the tea shop, who scolds him while scooping up the change, telling him she doesn't need his charity. He remembers to nod and pretend not to notice when the younger girl stutters and stumbles around him, her crush plain as day. It feels foreign to him, the normalcy of it all, but it's comforting in a way he cannot find elsewhere.

And then ... he meets you.

Just a woman in a tea shop. A very normal thing.

Until it's not.

When you sit in front of him, he slants his eyes to you, and can't help but furrow his brow. The small cup placed in front of him is steaming but the color is slightly off, the smell isn't quite right. You're watching him carefully, brow and lip quirked in kind. Neither of you speak as he slowly brings it closer to his face, inhaling a deeper breath. He doesn't miss the way your eyes seem to light up and you nod once encouragingly.

When he finally tastes the tea, he's pleasantly surprised.

"This is new?" He asks and you finally smile.

"Used to be." You respond, finally relaxing into your seat at his approval. Itachi hums and ignores the pointed jab. It'd been months since he visited last, and he feels something warm curl in his chest that you noticed his absence. That you would be so bold as to mention it to him.

"You around for awhile?"

The questions hangs between you for a stifled moment and Itachi feels the warmth in his chest curdle.

"Not this time."

You nod once and rest your cheek on your knuckles, elbow planted on the small table. It reminds Itachi of a long time ago, of etiquette training and the importance of proper posture while at the dinner table.

It reminds him of his mother, giving him a warning look for testing the boundaries of rules he didn't understand. Elbows don't belong on the table, just as shuriken don't belong on the floor.

It's disarming, the way you evoke such strong feelings in him while just existing. He was an expert at compartmentalizing, sticking to his carefully constructed plans, never wavering from his goal.

And then he met a girl in a tea shop. Irony, maybe? Or karma.

Maybe it's just something that happens to people. Even him.

Just two strangers, who meet by chance. Taking comfort in one another without saying anything of consequence. Two people, taking a break to just be.

A very normal thing.

He curls his hand around the cup. He wonders if you'll miss him.

"You missed a lot." You comment casually, eyes sliding over to the counter, a smile tugging at your lips as you watch the older woman shoo a stray cat out of the shop. Itachi makes a noise of agreement and your eyes find his again.

"Granny smacked a man with a broom last month."

Itachi pauses, the cup just shy of his lips, and arches a brow. Your smile stretches to show teeth.

"He tried to leave without paying. She's getting meaner in her old age."

"I can hear you, brat!"

You turn your head all the way this time, elbow falling from the table as you laugh and hold your hands up in surrender. Once again Itachi is thrown, tossed wildly into a memory he's long forgotten, and can't help but see Shisui in the way you poke fun at your friend, who waves you off with a scowl and tells you to watch the shop. He lets the nostalgia wash over him, doesn't fight against the wave of hurt and guilt that accompanies it.

It'll be over soon. He could let himself feel it, just this once.

There's a beat and you're alone. Itachi can't sense anyone else around and knows this is the time. He feels a swell of something, just under his skin, his lungs, and pushes against it with everything he has.

"You won't be seeing me after this, I'm afraid."

The left over laughter in your eyes fades away and you still your movements, still half turned in your seat.

"Are you going somewhere?"

Itachi manages a self deprecating smile.

"Yes. To see someone."

The surprise that flits across your face at him willingly offering information is charming. There's a sense of triumph there, that you finally know something about him besides his favorite tea after years of sitting across from him. You turn to face him fully, giving him your undivided attention, and Itachi prefers you like this.

All to himself. Even just for a moment.

"Who?" You chance, eyeing him cautiously, waiting for the inevitable refusal. Itachi hums.

"My younger brother."

You blink. He continues, preparing himself.

"He's going to kill me."

Itachi can physically see the way his words affect you. Shock, visible in your parted mouth and widened eyes. Disbelief, in the way you straighten your spine. Concern and fear, twitching in your hands with the need to get away but also reach out. To him.

"Why?" You barely whisper, lips hardly moving around the word. Itachi steels himself before answering.

"Because I killed our family to save him."

You stand suddenly and your chest stutters at the sudden movement, almost like you didn't mean to. Flight or fight instinct has your body reacting before you can register it, and Itachi follows you fluidly, flickering between you and your previously occupied seat as you take a step back. Your chest heaves with effort and Itachi lets you take it all in, giving himself this extra time to look at you. The soft bags under your eyes from a long day, the slope of your nose, the dip between your bottom lip, the curve of your jaw, your neck.

He knows that he'll think of you before he dies. He knows he deserves the hurt that comes with this. Another punishment, for what he's done. For what he's going to do.

"You're going to kill me." You murmur, hands clenching at your sides, eyes wide. Itachi narrows his eyes.

"No."

You blink again. The movement causes one of your eyelashes to fall and land right above your cheek, just under the barely there scar you'd told him about long ago. He feels the absurd urge to brush it away. To offer you comfort, when you obviously needed some.

Just a normal thing. Something a lover would do.

"Why are you telling me this?"

The noise he makes is almost a laugh. You glance away from him, swallowing hard, and Itachi finishes his confession.

"You're a stranger." He murmurs, some of his carefully hidden confusion leaking through. Because you were just a girl in a tea shop, a normal thing, completely ordinary, and yet -

"But you are important. I wanted someone to know me, before I died."

The way your eyes immediately find his is easy, and he catches you in his Sharigan before you even know what's happening.

"And now you're a stranger with all my secrets."

You start to slump and Itachi reaches for you, pulling you into him and immediately finding your temple with his mouth. He allows himself to breathe you in once, letting the feeling of your skin on his lips wash over him completely, before he speaks again; this time for his ears only.

"Thank you."

When you wake, your forehead is buried in your arms and you yawn, stretching your hands over your head. There's an empty cup in front of you and way too much money next to it, carefully tucked between the cracks of the worn table. Your favorite customer is gone and you rub your eyes, frowning at the way you fell asleep so easily. You barely remember seeing him and try to blink back the fog in your brain. He'd said goodbye you thought, and maybe he thanked you for the tea; but that was all you could recall after Granny had left you in charge of the shop. You shake off the sleep and slid the money in your pocket, smiling fondly at how much he'd left you.

You'll just have to thank him next time.

#itachi drabble #itachi fanfic #itachi x you #itachi x reader #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi uchiha x you #itachi uchiha fanfic #itachi prompt #i wrote this in like an hour that's a record for me #i'm not the Greatest with angst so if it's weird don't tell me i'm sick & sensitive right now LMAO #ty for the prompt request!! xo

[wamnak]

Comfort music.

#elliot smith #xo #records #vinyl #Spotify

[rivertigo]

I HATE BOSTON FUCK YOU GO DIEEEEEEE

#the first ever recorded live version of xo… i need a cigarette

[flame2ashes]

Planning a Bad Timeline playthrough is so hard

#Flame2Ashes plays Mass Effect LE3 #For the record I think Kaidan will automatically stand down but I have to make a decision for otherwise #Still deciding whether or not Katherine will let him rejoin the Normandy but right now it seems likely #If he wasn't a Major or a Spectre the chances would be even less #But he is so. That makes him XO material at least lol

[bestphriendsclubpod]

It's in your day of the life of Phil and Dan. You said you'd be interested in doing podcasts covering DNP's videos/panels/ etc at YouTube conventions.

Stuff like when they played the best friend quiz, maybe?

thank u devoted listener!!!

yes we are definitely gonna look into that!! we will plan to maybe do devoted vidcon/playlist/sitc episodes? if anyone has suggestions or thoughts let us know on how we could format these and what would work best to listen to!!

#asks #thank u sm i had forgotten we said this lol #look i record these episodes then instantly forget everything #charlotte xo

[delsincloud]

• Welcome to XO •

#Spotify #chxrry22 #the other side #album #xo records #music #r&b #alternative r&b #aesthetic #art

[vogelmeister]

me but with dutch help

#no seriously i did an experiment last night and shuffled my playlist recording the language of the first 50 songs and #after English its Dutch #15/50 songs that came up were in Dutch #xo kitty

[cardamomrecords]

Kiss Land on a rainy day

#music #cardamom records #cardamom #kiss land #the weeknd #drake #xo #canada #randbmusic #vinyloftheday #vinyljunkie #my vinyl #vinylcollector #vinyladdict #vinylcommunity #vinyllover #vinyl #vinylcollection #vinylrecords #discogs #albumoftheday

[surra-de-bunda]

Aretha Franklin at the Arista Records Pre Grammy Party (1992).

#Aretha Franklin #Arista Records #Grammy Awards #1992 #xo

[fght-ff-yr-dmns]

Some of you might know that I’m a massive Elliott Smith fan, the subtitle of this blog ‘Needle in the Hay’ being a massive give away.

Sadly, he’d passed away by the time I discovered his music, but his words played a massive part in my musical upbringing and helped get me through some dark times.

Over the years Tumblr has allowed to interact and chat with many fans of his from around the world. One incredibly kind person even went and signed the famous Figure 8 (album cover) wall in California on my behalf!  That meant more than words could ever describe, especially with me being 8 thousand miles away.  The kindness of strangers, never fails to amaze me.

I was thinking about Elliott today, and I decided to do some internet digging to see if he ever played my city.  Something that never really occurred to me before. It not only turns out that he did, but there’s a recording of the ENTIRE show available online.  

Elliott played Sheffield, England on 5th December 1998 (I was 12) at the infamous venue, The Leadmill.  A venue I’ve frequented many a time since, without ever knowing that Elliott once graced that very stage.  My first ever show took place there, and many a Friday night drinking session took part in that very building.

So I’m sat here, listening to that very recording.  Imagining myself inside those walls, amongst these people, in my very own city listening to one of my favourite singers of all time.

Unfortunately, time travel isn’t possible but this is as close as you get.

RIP Elliott Smith.

#Elliott Smith #XO #The Leadmill #Sheffield #miss misery #Figure 8 #music #1998 #A huge thank you to whoever recorded this

[mansorus]

NAV 2 OTW ! 👁️

#art #generationalwealth #mansorus #lately #nav #xo #toronto #canada #producers #composer #rapper #mental health awareness #home studio #logic pro #apple music #spotify #recording session #studio gear