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antigenius · 4 years ago

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Submission

Pairing: Slight Yandere!Deku x Tipsy!Reader

Warnings: Slight smut towards the end, strippers, cursing, handcuffs

A/N: So I haven’t made any good smut in a while (I’ve never published my smut before) and this idea decided to pop in my head so enjoy ig :”) I’ll write the full pp into vv in the next part soon!! Pt 1 || Pt 2

(This smut is inspired by this picture by Bobafiish on picuki! Go check them out on Twitter and Insta!!)

You were a whore. Period. No point in saying some bullshit that you were a ‘good girl’ or that you ‘went to church every Sunday’. You just had high standards. Everyone you had met so far was either a twink, or a switch leaning to bottom. If they were a top, they were just mediocre. They’d get themselves off and nothing more. You’d be left alone, cold and empty, literally. It was becoming so hard to find someone to replace him.

You could just feel his teeth trailing across your neck, hovering over your pulse just before biting hard, leaving a purplish-blue bruise to form. His plush lips would graze over the mark, placing a feathery kiss before moving up to your lips, stealing your breath. His cold hands would ghost your torso gently, feeling your soft skin before pulling your hips down to meet his. You’d feel his clothed dick beneath your soaked panties, but he’d just let you sit there, waiting ‘til you begged.

Izuku ‘Deku’ Midoriya.

Gods was he something else.

You crossed your legs on the barstool, quickly taking a sip of your cocktail. You were getting more heated the more you thought about it. You had to get your mind off of him somehow. He was no good. He was creepy. You had found a book where he wrote about where you went each morning, how your toilet routines were like, your relationships with all of your friends, everything. You had also found a page that was sticky, filled with scribbles and drawings of you nude in bed. It was downright disgusting to think he watched you while you slept. You once even found a photo of him jacking off to you drooling.

You let the drink in your glass swirl twice before taking another sip. You were here to find someone new, and exciting. Someone who could show you a good time. Well, you’d hope so, being at a male strip club.

No one seemed to catch your interest just yet, they were all just candy for the eyes, but not a man you’d crave. Not to mention, their cocks were too big. You might like a big bitch, but even you didn’t want a guy with a nine-incher. Too much work, especially if they wanted to try pulling out.

You were beginning to get desperate though. It’d been at least a year since you had a proper fuck. You down the rest of your cocktail, sniffling a little bit. Any fuck would feel good if you were drunk, right?

You place your glass back down onto the bar counter, placing it beside the four other glasses.

“Get me another.”

The bartender nods slowly, looking at you funnily before screwing his eyebrows together.

“(Y/n)?”

You snap your head towards the familiar voice, immediately regretting the decision. Your head spins just a little as you try to focus on the person in front of you.

“It’s you, isn’t it? I haven’t seen you since, well…”

He gave a shy, sweet smile, but you knew better than to fall for it. You turn away from him.

“What happened to the other bartender?” You ask, nonchalant.

“I took over a while ago.” He peers at you from the side, green curly hair falling into his face. “You look… Different. Did you do something to yourself?”

You stood up from the chair, ignoring the fact that your sense of balance was screwed. “Shut up. I don’t wanna talk to you.”

Your brain tells your body to take a step forward, but you only stumble, causing the male to catch you by the arm.

“Hey! Be careful! You clearly had too much to drink!”

You face him, his forest eyes were still as dark as ever, luring you in like an incubus searching for his new prey. His arms were still laden with scars, prettily decorating his muscles as he steadied you to the counter. You let your eyes wander. He must’ve been one of the strippers that were dancing, looking at his costume. It was a police cosplay of some kind, the shirt fully unbuttoned to let his freckled abs show. A handcuff was on his wrist whilst his skinny jeans pressed hard against a certain area. He seems to notice your gaze, a red blush flourishing upon his cheeks.

“It’s… Costume week. Boss said I’d look good as a policeman.”

His voice was soft, a little husky even, or maybe it was just your head making it sound like that. The bass of the music made your heart vibrate even harder, and all you could do was stare.

You begged your body to be rational. You begged and PLEADED your drunken state to at least think twice about the words that would come out of its mouth. Seems like you were deaf, because your next words tumbled out of you before you could stop yourself.

“Fuck me.”

He blinks, but you could see the sliver of a smirk twitch on his plump lips. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t play games with me Deku. I’m giving you a fucking rope right now, so fuck me.”

The smirk grows, spreading across his face as he chucks the dish rag to a random stripper.

“Kacchan, take my shift. I’ve got somebody.”

Before said stripper could begin to shout at him, he leaves some cash on the table, courteously paying your tab before sweeping you into his arms.

“Let’s take this to the VIP room, hm?”

He flashes you a grin, a grin that sends electricity crackling down your spine. With a jangle of some keys, he opens the room, the scent of musky cologne filling your nostrils. A plush red sofa sat at the wall whilst the room lights were dimmed for effects. Opened condom packets littered the floor. He gently sets you down to stand, locking the door behind him. He unclicks the handcuff that dangled on his wrist, grabbing yours and cuffing them together. His tongue pokes out cheekily from behind his teeth, glinting from the piercing.

“What a cute criminal I’ve caught…”

With a chuckle, he places a hand underneath your chin, lifting your jaw up. You instinctively back away, only to hit the wall behind you. He comes closer, you could smell the acrid tones of honey and sweet perfume, it made you feel lightheaded. He captures you, ensnares you with his lips alone. It was sweet at first, a mellow teenage kiss before his tongue slips in, turning it all a bit more passionate. A dull pulse hits your lower abdomen, making you rub your thighs together to try and ease it. He pulls away, laughing.

“Wow… Just from that huh?”

His giggles were light, like he could never do wrong in the world. He pushes his hands in-between your thighs, rubbing against your clothed clit. You stubbornly bite your lip, holding back a small gasp. He raises an eyebrow at this, a cool palm pressing on the small of your back.

“Oh.” He frowns. “You’re not gonna confess?”

You glare at him. “Confess what?”

He leans in, nose tickling your ear. “That you missed me this whole time?”

You grit your teeth as he continued. “Face it, I’m the best you ever had right? I’m the only one who KNOWS you.”

You hold your urge to spit in his face. “You’re disgusting, you know that right?”

He puckers his lips together, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. “That hurts (Y/n), I know you love me.”

You tch. “Bullshit.”

He lets his shirt fall to the floor, arms and pecs in full glory. You look at him expectantly. He looks back, tilting his head.

“You want help?”

His tone was pissing you off.

“Oh I dunno, do I?” You retort, jangling your cuffs. Midoriya raises his hands in surrender.

“Woah calm down. I’ve got you.”

He rips your little black dress in half, making you almost lunge at him in fury.

“What the fuck Midoriya?! That’s my fucking clothes!”

“Clothes schmodes, I’ll get you a new one.”

You were about to snap back at him, but you were shushed by his lips pressing onto yours. He goes lower, soon reaching your cunt. Pulling your panties to the floor, he pushes his tongue into your folds, the metal piercing feeling you just right. You try to go and grab his head, but your wrists push against the cuffs. You felt a vibration flow through you; he was snickering.

“You’re not trying all too hard, are you sure you didn’t miss me?”

“Piss off, Deku.”

He presses his tongue flat against your puffy nerves. A shaky breath leaves your lips, try as you might.

“There we go…”

He laps at you almost like a dog, relishing how you’d clench your fists. He could practically hear you internally abusing his name like a mantra, but he wanted to hear it properly out of your pretty glossed lips. He removes himself from your pussy momentarily, roughly pushing you onto the couch. White stains covered the velvety surface, along with some sort of slimy drool, something along the line. You half-gagged at the sight.

“Yeah, we never clean this thing. Always gets dirty.” He hums. “Hope you don’t mind.”

With that, he goes back to work, lips connecting with your lower ones. His tongue strokes against your slit, the piercing cold compared to the rest of the muscle. His hands snake up your hips, fingers teasing the undersides of your breasts. You hiss.

“I have the ability to kick you Midoriya, I will not hesitate.”

He looks up at you from his position. “And I can stop right now, if I so wanted to. Go ahead.”

You hated this. Your blood boiled, only making the dull pulse grow stronger within you. He sneered.

“Thought so.”

He picks your soaked panties from the floor, shoving it into your mouth. “Now stay quiet, you talk too much.”

The damp fabric was cold in your mouth, leaving you to spit it out in disgust. Midoriya notices this, forcing it back with a click of tongue.

“Even when you’re cuffed you’re resisting.” A sigh leaves his lips. “I guess it’s time for the punishment, hm?”

He sucks your clit harshly, then releases it, blowing cool breath onto your heat. You squirm at the feeling, biting down on the undergarment in your mouth. Without warning, he thrusts his fingers into you, the squelching noise loud and clear even with the blasting music.

“Let’s get started, shall we?”

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404fmdhaon · 4 years ago

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creative claim verification — phone

summary: doesn’t know who the feature is, but with the help of his friend he manages to come out with a song he’s not entirely unsure of. warnings: none, drunk so no proofread. wc: 1390

when he looks up at the clock, it’s one thirty in the morning. enough that the early morning wake up doesn’t click into late night fatigue — there’s no laziness of his eyes, sunken near shut by the solitude of the studio. instead, it brims something prosperous by the time his phone lights up, black against white — sejoon.

차세준: i have a beat — wanna hear? 정규정: no. 차세준: fuck off, i sent it anyways. 차세준: (night.wav) audio file. 정규정: did you eat? 차세준: i’m not going to chungdam to eat convenience store ramen, you gonna buy hanwoo with knight bitch money? 정규정: just don’t eat, starve then (ㅇㅇ 굶어죽어 그럼) 차세준: k, fuck off (ㅇㅇ 꺼져) 정규정: ♡ 차세준: i love you, jagi 정규정: fuck you (씨발 ㅁㅊㄴ)

a bowl of jujubes next to him, his hand plucks one from the bowl. one bite in, the crunch enough to mute out the mouse clicks bringing up the file — what he sees in logic is a mess, yet sejoon’s never been more than a mangled disaster on the verge of genius fruition.

it’s lulled down to something minor, the way it slips right into place with the late night hours — gyujeong figures, typical of sejoon to get drunk inside the sentimentality of late night hours to write himself a beat.

his head dips, a body reaction to the rhythm embedded deep inside the tune, and something that clicks. there’s an innate addition by the time he pulls out his keyboard, adding in the quelling drag of the chords in the beginning. and he imagines, the own verses coming in at rapid fire to counteract the low bpm sejoon’s set the beat at.

curiosity and greed get the best of him by the time kakaotalk’s pulled up on his screen — a quick pound of the keyboard in mangled letters, he asks.

정규정: are you gonna use it? 차세준: are you gonna buy hanwoo? 정규정: i’m being serious, you fuck 정규정: guide track, yes no? 차세준: no, take it — not like bc’s gonna publish it, they hate you lol 정규정: k

he adds his own taste, touch of bass steadying drums that hit where he envisions the chorus. and it’s the imagination that brings him to the past — wayward drunkness that rests when his face flushes red sitting back in sejoon’s living room. a friend pounding away with desperation written over his face, late night fervor bringing the beats to life. and it’s here where gyujeong adds his two cents, untouched with the palms clasped behind his head staring straight into the ceiling.

it’s his form of the underground misfits when he’s stripped away from the grittiness and agony that comes from living paycheck to paycheck in minimal pay — he can’t relate anymore, stretched far by the time knight’s satiated him till he’s rubbed raw and the remnants of his past become scarred away to no identification.

still, there’s still the morsel of inspiration that rests along the outlines of his soul. the beat that thrums gently by the time he hears it to be akin to melancholy — it’s like drowning inside the night, letting the tune rest heavy along his shoulders. it’s no catharsis, no. it’s an eulogy for each night cooped away where his solace comes in the four walls of bc prison.

and each soul that reminds him, there’s no escape.

gyujeong wishes, pines for a saving grace in a call to night — the phone ringing might subdue the loneliness festering inside. but the room empties, fills with only the beat of the track. but this is what’s expected when he’s written himself to all of the faux smiles, and faker laughter that brims once the cameras are on.

he tells himself not to fall trap, talk shit on every bitch that’s played their cards to his face — the best actresses in the game.

the notepad scrawls up on the screen, and the blankness doesn’t last for long when he types up the words that come to his head. it’s a spillage of provoked thought, each one purposeful when he thinks of each word spoken that seems to hit a standstill to a brick wall. it’s like talking to a wall — no words heard, only the coy rouge stained grins in a boomerang effect of backhanded disloyalties.

he’s heard it all before, the same excuses and same lies (he wishes they’d all choke. let it fall deep inside their throats before they expel it back to him). yet, that’s only wishful thinking when they guise themselves and create their hand-held monikers of ‘misunderstood’ ‘magnetizing’ souls that don’t know right from left.

they don’t know, he sees right through it.

sees them all as the barbie imprints, carbon copies of the ones next to him in a sea of faces — he doesn’t care. doesn’t want to hear, nor address it in the daylight not when the cameras are on. instead, he’d wish for their own sanity for the girls touching breaching too close for comfort. they all point their fingers at him, plaguing him as the ‘quick money grab’, painting capitalism and his own mantra of ‘living for the money’ as their downfall. it makes him laugh out loud when he sees their face and only sees them as the strangers of his past.

sick of your talking, he writes loud and clear. bolds, increases the side. it sounds like static noise when the broken record of repetition screeches endless nothings in his hear — the lost past and the inability to differentiate into anything new. talk something new, bitch. you’re one of the masses, he thinks to himself.

hypocritical, one-dimensional. there’s nothing heartwarming about the thought by the time the last few words are sprawled out on his screen. and he sits there, lets it ruminate with his palms behind his head once more — ‘everyone calm the fuck down’. his voice whispers the notion out loud, the shake of his head only giving into to each and every single one of the faces painted in his head.

—

it’s like a toy, baited on the end of the string by the time bc gives him a ‘recording test’. it’s the taunting feeling of asking for creative works, strung in the end like he’s some bitch of a dog to bite.

(yet, he bites anyways — there’s no hesitation)

and when he’s trapped inside a booth with the producers in, his phone pulls up the mismatched letters sealed inside the screen, and the beat that floats through the headphones pressed in his ears.

gyujeong doesn’t wait, lets the hastiness get the best of him when there’s the natural gruffness that doesn’t blend against the grain of the track. still, he continues on for what it’s worth — till the music cuts, and the pause from feedback leave him at a standstill.

“too hard, you can’t sell this to the public.”

(not like they’d ever let him, regardless).

gyujeong shakes his head, the pop of his lips giving into the silent protests of his bleak stare. one against one, and he breaks.

“you want me to sing it then?”

“sing and rap, between — it fits the sense of the beat better. fits your image in knight.”

his fingers pinch the bridge of his nose, a chin canted down to the ground where his beat up nikes give the view of something far more comforting than the forty somethings separated away through a glass screen. reservations don’t last long, not when he’s booked here for the next few hours with the bait that lured him in the first place — he obliges, follows suit.

by the time recording’s done, all he has hanging is the mere test file sitting on the screen. shit, he thinks — nothing he can do. he’d rather be shit on, full of grievances for the talent struck gone.

(he texts sejoon, it’s instinct by now).

정규정: (hanwoo.wav) audio file 정규정: shit guide, i know 차세준: could fix your shit with a nice feature 차세준: cheer up, baby! cheer up a little more 차세준: tell me your wish, i’m a genie for you~ 차세준: i clearly feel it, must be something ♡ 정규정: ㅗ 차세준: hanwoo on you? 정규정: chungdam tteurak, just come thru

#sorry im spamming dash #idk i have wine #fmdverification

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nicklukenelson · 5 years ago

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Calm, 5sos album review

They're not in order cuz I didn't know the order sorry! (Ps: I know this is long but I dont know how to hide text under the cut, Sorry!)

Red desert: I LOVE THIS SONG! It's pretty repulsive but that kinda just adds to the vibe? It's a very vibey and disco dance night kinda song and even though the4 lyrics are repeated it feels different every time they say it lol! I love this one, absolute bop: 10/10

Best year: okay okay I'm loving Luke's voice! The lyrics are so cute too and a little sad but its 5sos so... This song feels like the embodiment of every trope ever in a y/n fanfic!! "I wanna hold your hair when you drink to much, carry you home when you can not stand up"??? Tell me that not a 5sos y/n fanfic I DARE YOU! It's a little repetitive and not to be problematic on main but I preferred the acoustic version with just Luke. This ones got a lot going on OH THOSE DRUMS! Okay wait his voice so snapped at the end there that was INEDIBLE! 7.5/10

Old me: THIS SONG IS SO HECKIN ADORABLE OKAY?!?! AND IT DOES NOT DESERVE THE HATE. The lyrics are cute and the music video is ABSOLUTE PERFECTION so... the chorus is a little boring but the VERSES SLAP SO FUCKING HARD! His falsetto! I really love Luke's voice on this one and the harmonies buuut the chorus is a little...eh? The drums and bass is so cool tho! The songs a little long but I LIVE for the bridge and the symbolism in their lyrics, Ima give this one a 6/10

Not In the Same Way- this song just wastes no time to knock you off your feet, OMG! I really like the lyrics but his voice is a little boring, WAIT NVM TAKE THAT BACK! "We fuck then we fight then you call me a psycho"!!! I LOVE THAT LYRIC! "Throw rocks at your window" these boys have an obsession with vandalism lol! I REALLY like the lyrics but the "Not in the same way" is kinda throwing the whole vibe off for me. I DO love the beat and flow of the song and how he sings rhe lyrics especially the spinning effect added at the end of "psycho". THE BRIDGE UGH THATS THE BEST PART OF ALL OF THE SONGS! OKAY! listened to this song about 3 times more and this song is definitly a bop 7/10

Lover Of Mine: highkey whenever I hear the title I think of the song by Alannah Myles, lol. The guitar is so pretty and his voice is too! Really smooth so far everything flows so beautifully. "Butterfly lies" is that a parallel to Teeth? THAT HUM WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT! It's so fucking cute I can't....the prechorus wow! The falsetto! The chorus! The drums! This entire song slaps so fucking hard, it makes me want to propose and sob at the same time 10/10

Thin White Lines: I love how it starts with the guitar/base, then the beat gets heavier and then Luke's vocals just coat it on top, beautiful progression! The chorus kinda slaps you in the face tho, ngl. I love the harmonies and the vocals and the beat buuuut it feels simultaneously too slow and too fast? Like not fast enough for dancing but too slow for the soft vibe, imo. Once again the bridge fucking slaps! "I dont think I like me anymore, can someone tell me who I was before". Lowkey, my favourite part of the song 5/10

Lonely Heart: so I already decided I loves this one from the title, sorry not sorry. THE SOFT COUNTING AT THE BEGINNING! Very stripped down so Luke's voice is the main focus, as a luke girl, I like it very much. The hint of vibrato when he sings "follow" but its breathy and more intimate is so amazing! I love that it feels like he's singing to me in this one! Okay the songs getting a bit fuller and BAMN hit ya with that chorus, my dudes! I love this chorus! The harmonies and simultaneous singing is giving me queens vibes and then the way it fades out back into an acoustic but the guitar is layered eith the beat now! THE HARMONIES! This song lures you in with a soft, comforting embrace and then SLAPS you in the face with the chorus but in a way where you want to thank them, lol! I'm not as big of a fan of the lyrics but the rest is perfection, omg. AND THE BRIDGE WOOPITY WOO! THE RUNS!!!!!!! 9/10

No shame: I love the base? On this song it's so cool! Also the close ups on Luke's face during the MV are nice,😏 I like this song basically jsut makes fun of society, it's a whole mood honestly. I'm gonna give it an extra point because of the highnotes, but, it kinda bores me, I'm sorry 😔 4/10

Easier ( live from the vault): okay yall I see where the hate comes from but I LIVE for this song. It is very poppy but it's still good, C'MON! It's a song I could dance to and the lyrics are something I really relate with. I'm also giving props cuz this song is a BITCH to sing, lol! Solid 7/10

Teeth: listen y'all this is my favorite song at the moment so I might be a *bit* biased, lol! I love the background stuff its SOO GOOD! Also this song is as well another song that is a fucking BITCH to sing so, props. I seriously want " late night devil" tattooed on me somewhere like especially with this quarantine🤔 THE BRIDGE IS SO SENSUAL! I love this song so much and refuse to find anything wrong with it so im giving it a 10/10

High: HOW DARE THEY START OFF BY LITERALLY WHISPERING IN MY EAR! His vocals slap so hard already, geez! GOOSEBUMPS!! The moment his voice got deep and all raspy, I was not prepared! "I need to stop letting me down" is my motto and the way he sings that is so fucking pretty. His voice is so so so pretty in this and smooth but still has that breathy quality and slight rasp that makes it feel so personal! And that high (ha!) note on "down" in the chorus? 😍 I like that this song doesnt really have much going on and how at the end the boys join in at the chorus and then how they end it on a lower note 15/10

#5sos #5sos4 #five seconds of summer #5sosfam #calm tag #calm 5sos #calum hood #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum 5sos #ashton irwin #ashton 5 seconds of summer #ashton 5sos #luke hemmings #luke 5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #michael 5 seconds of summer #michael 5sos #sorry that was a lot

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bradley752179-blog · 5 years ago

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WFS 356 - Fishing Musky with Terry Kluke - Lake Wabigoon, Pike, Canada

Show Notes: https://wetflyswing.com/356

Presented By: Bearvault, FishHound Expeditions, LakeLady Custom Rods, Reyr Gear

Sponsors: https://wetflyswing.com/sponsors

Terry Kluke takes us up into Ontario Canada to focus on his home water for musky, pike, bass, and a whole lot of other species.

We talk about what it's like vacationing at Merkel's Camp - located in the center of the Wabigoon/Dinorwic chain of lakes, the top fishing lakes in Ontario.

We also touch on some wilderness adventures hunting for bears, wolves, and whitetails. Plus, a handful of tips for fishing muskies.

Show Notes with Terry Kluke

03:50 - "All bears are excellent to eat" - Terry

04:20 - You can fish for pike and musky all summer long in the Mid West

06:00 - Musky 360 is hosted by Joe Bucher - he's a big musky guy

09:30 - It was 1963 when Terry's grandfather started the camping lodge

11:00 - Ice season ends in May and back again in mid-November

14:30 - They're going to the Fly Fishing Show in Atlanta on February 2023

17:20 - They also have smallmouth in the area. It's all lake fishing where they're located.

25:25 - Terry describes what the lodge looks like and the routine for the trip

26:45 - Terry describes where to find the muskies

29:00 - Tip: For muskies, don't strip too fast

29:45 - Terry casts about 80 feet from the boat

33:30 - We talk about casting a foot-long fly

35:40 - Colin Mckeown from The New Fly Fisher was on the podcast at WFS 084 - Bill Spicer was also here in episode 093

40:00 - Muskies hunt like a wolf pack - they work together

42:10 - You can only keep musky with at least 54 inches in length

43:50 - Terry also fishes for walleye - it's what they base their whole income on

52:55 - The best time to go musky fishing and bear hunting would be the end of August or September

53:54 - Deer hunting doesn't start until October

54:30 - Terry did a lot of elk hunting in Colorado

56:20 - We talk about wolf hunting which is also popular in mid-West

58:20 - There are 18 different species of fish in Wabigoon Lake

1:04:00 - Swick is the best lure for muskies

1:06:30 - Terry's grandfather bought the camp for $5000 in 1962

Show Notes: https://wetflyswing.com/356

Check out this episode!

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dustedmagazine · 6 years ago

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Dust, Volume 4, Number 8

Sad Baxter

For the latest installment in our often-monthly roundup of shorter reviews, we've got an elusively rare CDR, a brief discussion of "Mallcore," the merging of Arabic tones with a free jazz style of performance, and some lovely, understated Aussie songwriting. Contributors include Bill Meyer, Jonathan Shaw, Jennifer Kelly, and Justin Cober-Lake

Anne-James Chaton/Andy Moor —Tout Ce Que Je Sais (Unsounds)

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Tout Ce Que Je Sais (All That I Know) is the fourth cohesive recording project by vocalist Anne-James Chaton and guitarist Andy Moor, and the second under their Heretics project. Sonically, it comes full circle to the strengths of their marvelous debut, Le Journaliste. Stripped back to what the two men can do live, certain strengths come to the fore. Moor’s guitar playing, an amalgam of chugging riffs, melodic permutations and those emotion-overloading near-explosions that have been his gift to the Ex for decades, is simply fantastic. You could just listen him do his stuff and the only thing you’d be missing is the way he shadows, underlines and propels the stark unfuckwithable authority of Chaton’s delivery. The Frenchman sounds undeniable reading the contents of his wallet, but the contents here — Francophone texts borrowed from or written about heretical figures that have endorsed the idea of undoing something — can’t help but add gravity to the music. Simultaneously freewheeling and unmovable, no matter what you’ve been listening to lately, this is one record that you really ought to know.

Bill Meyer

Neon Tiger—Accessorize (Bogus Collective)

Accessorize by Neon Tiger

Mallcore is a thing, it seems, so much so that multiple, competing subgenres lay claim to the label. One doesn’t know whether to laugh or weep. Neon Tiger’s recent EP sure doesn’t clarify anything. A few of the tracks scan as celebratory invocations of the climate-controlled corporate space of the late-twentieth century shopping mall, and the various consumer pleasures to be had therein. A few tunes feature weirdly distorted baritone vocals (including “Waiting in Line,” which turns out to be a couple sections of Tina Turner’s “What’s Love Got to Do with It?” chopped up and slowed down a cycle or three; perversely, it’s compelling listening). The distortion misshapes the vocals discomfitingly enough to suggest a measure of critical distance from all the logos and fluorescent lighting and foodcourt linoleum. But it’s hard to say for sure what attitude Neon Tiger takes toward its subject matter. In that way, the EP is a perfect postmodern object—mystifying surfaces, ambivalent values, with only the commodity form as a legible presence.

Jonathan Shaw

Luke Stewart—Works for Upright Bass and Amplifier (Astral Spirits)

Works for Upright Bass and Amplifier by Luke Stewart

There was a time when you had an excuse to not know who Luke Stewart was if you were not hip to Washington, DC’s jazz scene. Given his membership in the fiery improvising-for-justice quintet Irreversible Entanglements, that time is coming to an end. But that’s only one rock on a veritable heap of live-performance and community-building work that dwarfs his still-slender discography (debut efforts by Heart of the Ghost, Heroes are Gang Leaders, Mean Crow, Trio OOO). To that you can add the 31-year-old bassist’s solo cassette. Rather typically, his voice on his instrument is strong, but it does not speak alone. First comes a burrowing feedback tone, which morphs and recurs throughout the nearly half-hour long first piece as if to say that even when you’re alone, you’re not alone. Sometimes Stewart uses that continuous presence as a springboard for knotted, bursting figures; others he lets the amplification add a red, ragged glow to sprinting pizzicato forays. Turns out that the upright bass and amplifier make good company when Stewart’s giving out the working orders.

Bill Meyer

Leo Mullins—Being Here Is Everything (Self-Released)

Being Here is Everything by Leo Mullins

Leo Mullins, an Australian songwriter also affiliated with the Small Knives, makes a low-key but excellent folk-tinged full-length here, with shimmering spiderwebs of acoustic picking and soft shadowy melodies. “Weight of the World,” with its quietly gorgeous harmonies, is maybe the pick of the litter; it is melancholic and uplifting at once, and the guitar cuts through shifting vocal textures with a clean, sure resonance. Mullins brings in Amy Galloway and Kirti Mills to add subtle, pretty embellishments to a couple of songs, the slyly percussive “This Paper Boat” cushioned and softened with dual vocals at the chorus (that’s Mills), the drone-y mysteries of “Linger On” enhanced with Galloway’s wavery unisons (she also sings on the very lovely “Weight of the World"). This latter cut is one of two to feature Mick Turner of the Dirty Three on guitar. He bows his instrument on “Linger On,” adding to the VU-ish mesh of tones and undertones that flicker through that cut. “Let the Light In” also bears his imprint, though unassumingly, in the glittering lattices of picked acoustic that are hemmed in with bells. The songs take shape slowly out of mists and aura and tone, shiver like rainbows for a little while and then subside into the air, all the prettier for their evanescence.

Jennifer Kelly

Finn Loxbo—Eter (Gikt)

Apparently Finn Loxbo is a restless sort. The Swedish musician has played punky electric bass in the jazz trio Doglife, navigated his electric guitar through the busy traffic of the Mats Gustafsson’s Fire Orchestra and recorded an album of pensive folk-rock for Kning. Now comes a solo CD, the first release by the Stockholm-based Gikt label, comprising solo improvisations on the steel-stringed acoustic guitar. Is this the real Finn? Probably not, anymore than any one good thing you do sums up the real you. But he’s pretty good at it, and it concentrates talents he’s likely developed in his other endeavors. Loxbo seems to have prepared his instruments strings and mic-ed them closely, yielding gamelan-like sonorities on one piece, Derek Bailey meets razor wire fence sound-spikes on another and soft abrasions on a third. Each of the album’s seven tracks proceeds with a lucidity that suggests his songwriter’s mind does not shut off when he puts away the vocal microphone. File this with the work of Bailey, David Stackenäs, and Norberto Lobo, but don’t just file it away.

Bill Meyer

Mutilation Rites—Chasm (Gilead Media)

Chasm by Mutilation Rites

This record completes Mutilation Rites’ transformation from a black metal band flirting with death metal, to a death metal band that sometimes plays black metal riffs. When Mutilation Rites began dallying with deathy rhythms and chunky chords on Harbinger (2014), it was worrying stuff: it suggested a band flailing for a sense of identity, and the resulting record was uneven, at best. Mutilation Rites’ more significant commitment to death metal on Chasm turns out to be an enlivening move (pun intended, hardy-fucking-har). This sort of music isn’t supposed to be fun, but on Chasm the band sounds loose and confident, like they’re enjoying themselves. Maybe that’s partially due to their decision to cut the tracks for the record at Brooklyn’s Saint Vitus, a venue the band plays regularly. In any case, Chasm is a good record, and folks who really loved Mutilation Rites’ first few EPs needn’t fret: “Putrid Decomposition,” the longest track on the album and ironically the one with the most death metal title, has the fleet, jagged riffing that captures the band at their blackest.

Jonathan Shaw

Shelton/Mofjell—Uncovered short run CDR (Singlespeed)

Uncovered by Shelton Mofjell

Ole Mofjell kicks off Uncovered with a blast of force. Unrelenting but texturally varied, it makes this clear; you’re not in for an easy ride. In short order Aram Shelton joins him, blowing so hard and low that you might ask, “who’s the tenor player?” Ride the wave into the next track and the pitch territory moves upward, and then the question changes to, “how does he make an alto sound like that?” Time and experience have darkened and deepened Shelton’s instrumental voice, which has shed the diamond brightness that he wielded in various Chicago-based ensembles in the earliest years of the century. But his fluency has increased, and there’s no better place to hear it than in the company of a drummer like Mofjell. Each player shifts tone and tack in a second, using silence as well as motion to give the other room to take deep dives into the complexity of interactions with their instruments and each other. Caveat — the physical edition of this album is a pressing of 100 professionally duplicated discs that you might only be able to get by attending one of Shelton’s concerts or contacting him directly via his webpage or the Singlespeed site. But if you’re not into keeping the international postage racket afloat, there’s always Bandcamp!

Bill Meyer

Sad Baxter—So Happy (Cold Lunch)

So Happy by Sad Baxter

Sad Baxter’s “Sick-Outt” does the mid-1990s ramp up from relatively quiet, melodic verse to screaming, crashing, unhinged chorus in a way that few bands even attempt these days, and if you’re thinking Hole, that’s because Deezy Violet’s a girl. The real reference is Nirvana, here and in the slow building guitar-and-cymbals firestorm that is “Wash,” a transformation from clamped down palm-muted tension to full on feedback fused noise. Violet’s partner in all this, Alex Mojaverian, builds a bristling, shivering dissonant wall of percussion and amp buzz around a voice that snakes around curvy melodies like the Muffs’ Kim Shattuck or, more recently, Speedy Ortiz’s Sadie Dupuis. Sweetness and melody lurk in the intervals between bursts of splintering noise, hooking a finger to lure you in for the kill.

Jennifer Kelly

Manas—Live At (Null Zone)

Live At by MANAS

This cassette, which was recorded last summer at Fresh Produce Records in Macon GA, drives home a point that’s never exactly been a secret. These guys are punks. Guitarist Tashi Dorji may have been raised in Bhutan and he and drummer Thom Nguyen may operate within the realm of freely improvised music, but they're writing their own rule book. This half-hour performance rolls, slashes and rumbles in some pretty rocking ways; they play with an improvisers’ faith that their music will create its own form, but also with an abandon that suggests they really don’t care if someone doesn’t get it; they sound really loud; and out of all the places where they could have made a record, they picked a shop that (per photographic evidence sourced from a Yelp review) puts all four Kiss solo LPs on the wall. That’s plenty punk enough! Sobering up for a second, the music on this tape evinces more nuance and space than other Manas recordings, and sports their clearest recording quality to date. Rock on.

Bill Meyer

Gordon Grdina's The Marrow—Ejdeha (Songlines)

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Gordon Grdina's been merging his jazz-based guitar work and his oud studies for a decade and a half now, finding his way into Middle Eastern traditions while integrating his own voice. With his Marrow quartet, he's expanded the strangeness of what he does by opening space for bassist Mark Helias and cellist Hank Roberts, each of whom toy with the function and sound of their own instruments on new album Ejdeha. “Idiolect” lets each of the three musicians shine (percussionist Hamin Honari mostly stays steady here) while revealing Grdina's gift for composition. The track ebbs and flows, trading melodies and shifting intensity across its eight minutes before its surprising end. The piece relies on Arabic tones, but feels like a free jazz approach to performance, the sort of blend that Grdina can deliver in a way that's both comfortable and alien. “Ejdeha” pulses in a different way, its heavy beat thumping through as the quartet finds an unlikely groove. Grdina and his bandmates have figured out how to keep a grounding in various traditions while still sounding surprising.

Justin Cober-Lake

#dusted magazine #dust #anne-james chaton #andy moor #neon tiger #luke stewart #leo mullins #finn loxbo #mutilation rites #aram shelton #ole mofjell #manas #gordon grdina #bill meyer #jonathan shaw #jennifer kelly #justin cober-lake

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shemakesmusic-uk · 3 years ago

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Here we will be sharing the unmissable new tracks from some of the most exciting up and coming artists in music right now on the roster at Liberty Music PR.

Lizzy Paris - 'Crash n' Burn'

Soul-pop songstress Lizzy Paris has unveiled a stunning new single ‘Crash n’ Burn’. The glorious track is a breezy and warming offering that will put a spring in your step. ‘Crash n’ Burn’ is an empowering release for Lizzy, who wants to bring the voices of more black women to pop music.

Sydney Fay - ‘Until The End’

Sydney Fay presents the beautiful new single ‘Until The End’. Immediately showcasing her infatuation for jazz, she finger picks chords that are immediately drawn to this genre - but what truly sets Sydney Fay apart is her way with words and her soft and warm voice that lures you in with ease.

Kaidy Superville - ‘Disclosure’

Kaidy Superville has unveiled her latest single, ‘Disclosure’. Although only releasing music since 2019, the Brooklyn-born artist, who originally hails from Grenada, has made a strong entrance into the music scene with her sultry Caribbean-influenced R&B

Grace Sorensen - ‘Pretty Boy’

19-year-old R&B artist Grace Sorensen has returned with her brand-new single, ‘PRETTY BOY’.Hailing from Austin, Texas, Grace only made her arrival on the music scene in 2020 but it’s been an upward trajectory ever since with a string of high-quality R&B releases that have made it clear that she is a star with a huge future ahead.

Aria Jay - 'When The Sun Comes Up'

Opening with the impeccable and charming vocals of Aria Jay, ‘When The Sun Comes Up’ serves up a heartfelt, stripped-back affair with glistening modulations, breezy atmospherics and alluring, warped effects. It’s an utterly heart warming ballad filled with plenty of power to guide listeners on an elevating cosmic journey.

Lori Asha - 'Never'

Lori Asha offers up a relaxing form of escapism for listeners with new release ‘Never’. Immersed within the realms of Bristol’s eclectic scene, Lori has been surrounded by a plethora of cultures and sounds ranging from jazz to drum and bass.

Rumia - ‘Everything I Did, I Did It Just For You’

Berlin-based Indie-Pop artist Rumia’ releases her latest single ‘Everything I Did, I Did It Just for You’ via Fluctua Records, the track is the second single from her upcoming album. The new release sees Rumia reflect on her relationship with her lover.

SINNAH - ‘Exist Loud’

Swedish singer-songwriter Sinnah is best described as a ‘bubbly fizzly ball of energy’. Back with an exceptional new release ‘Exist Loud’, the single is the title track of her new EP. Her sound exudes the kind of spontaneous confidence we’ve seen in artists like Tove Styrke, with a bit of the Scandinavian simplicity and genuine approach to music we know from Maja Francis or Pauline Skott.

Thea Lissi - ‘Won't Be Mine’

American singer-songwriter and dancer Thea Lissi is here with the refreshing song ‘Won’t Be Mine’. A mother who recently went through a divorce, Lissi used her experiences to write and record her first debut Ready Now. The debut tells the story of Lissi putting herself back out there into what she calls a terrifying dating world.

HODJE - ‘Jump From The Table’

Chicago based musician HODJE inherited her love of music from her dad, who is a keyboard player, as well as her grandfather, who worked at Gibson. Back with an exceptional new release ‘Jump From The Table’, HODJE’s influences range from The Beatles, to Dagny, to Enya.

#lizzy paris #sydney fay #kaidy superville #grace sorensen #aria jay #lori asha #rumia #sinnah #thea lissi #hodje

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tayegi · 7 years ago

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How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days Pt. 1 (m)

Kim Seokjin romcom smut based on the movie and featuring evil best friend Jungkook

Word Count: 6,639

The icy beer bottle feels blessedly cool in your grip as you pass it from hand to hand in the crowded room. It’s a quarter past midnight and the party is in full gear, body heat steaming up every room of the house and the mingled noise of loud bass music and even louder voices rising to a fever pitch. You press your beer bottle to your forehead, cringing slightly when the condensation slicks your sweaty skin. Damn. You grabbed this from the cooler mere minutes ago and it’s already melted to room temperature. It’s so unbelievably stuffy and humid in the frat house… Why did you decide to wear pants?

You stare enviously at the girls swaying on the dance floor, looking delightfully cool in their miniskirts and bralettes. You should’ve taken Jungkook’s threat seriously when he said he would kick you out if you showed up in your trusty trousers. But alas, you managed to bully your way into the frat house, no matter how he whined and tried to bar the entrance. And now you’re on the verge of heat stroke, standing at the very corner of the room where the ancient air conditioner feebly chugs out puffs of cool air.

You’re about to loosen the buttons on your flannel shirt when you suddenly feel someone tugging the beer bottle out of your hand. You turn around in indignation to find Jungkook taking a hearty swing from it. “Hey!”

He ignores you and downs half the bottle before handing it back, “You shouldn’t be allowed at our alcohol stash when you dress like that,” he mutters darkly.

You glare at him, “What, am I supposed to strip for your crummy alcohol? Sell my body for a fucking beer?”

He holds up his hands in defense, “Geez, woman. Why are you always so dramatic? I just wanted some hot girls at this party, okay? And you’re ruining the frat’s reputation by showing up like this.”

“What, I’m not considered a hot girl?” You tease, coyly jutting out a hip.

“No,” he bluntly says.

Your jaw drops, “You jerk!”

Jungkook swiftly dodges your punch, “Hey, I’m just being honest here! Though I can’t tell what you really look like under those frumpy clothes.”

“You’ve known me since high school, dumbass!”

“Yeah, and the only time I’ve seen you show any skin was when you accidentally stepped in poison oak during the tenth grade camping trip, and took off your pants in front of everyone… Maybe you should do that again right now.”

“Wow, I didn’t realize that got you so hot,” you snort, “Want me to do it again, Kookie?”

“Sure,” he plays along.

“Really? I’m wearing my batman boxers.”

“Even better.”

Your eyes narrow on him, trying to catch his bluff. Then, you grin, “Alright!” Your hands fly to your belt, cheerfully tugging it lose.

“Wait, stop!” Jungkook cries out in distress when you yank your zipper down, “Oh my god, you’re so embarrassing!” He grabs your hands before you can go any further and hastily zips your fly up for you, “Fine. Keep your nerdy ass mom clothes on. Why the hell are you even here?!”

“I wanted to see you!”

“Yeah right,” he snorts, “Why are you really here?”

“Um… Free booze?”

“You’ve been working on that same beer for the last half hour. Try again, woman.”

“… I like to party?”

That’s the most blatant lie of them all and Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest to give you a stern look, “You’re here for Jin-hyung, aren’t you?”

You sigh deeply, giving up on all thoughts of deception in front of your best friend who can see through your every lie like you’re transparent. “Yeah… I’ve really got to do something about him.”

“Just tell him the truth,” Jungkook suggests.

“The truth?” you ask in confusion.

“Yeah. That he’s out of your league.”

Your jaw drops, “Jungkook!”

He laughingly wards off your attacks when you try to slap him in the chest, “Let’s just be honest here: Jin-hyung is objectively handsome. And you're… well…” he critically scans up and down your figure.

You slap his stomach, “Jerk!”

“Tell me it isn’t true!”

“Well… Maybe you’re right…” you begrudgingly agree, “But you didn’t have to say it like that!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Just knock some sense into that guy, then move on with your life.”

“I know,” you sigh, “I really need to… But it’s easier said than done!”

“I don’t see what’s so difficult about it,” Jungkook counters, “Just tell him you can’t date him because he’s too good-looking for you. Done!”

“You don’t think I haven’t considered that?” You say, “Obviously that was my first thought! But rejecting him would just make things worse.”

“Worse?” he repeats in confusion, “How so?”

You give him a pointed look, “How would you react to a girl rejecting you, Jungkook?”

“Oh… oh…”

“Yup. You fuckbois are all the same with your little mind games and the lure of the chase. But I’m seriously not trying to play hard to get! I honestly can’t date him.”

“Yeah, shit. That’s a problem… So you can’t reject him, because that will just make him more interested… But you can’t date him either… Damn. How did you get yourself into this situation, ___?”

“I have no idea!” you groan, grabbing fistfuls of your hair, “But it’s your fault!”

“Me? How is it my fault?”

“You’re always so touchy-feely in public, and I think you’ve grabbed my ass in front of the boys before! He’s probably just trying to get at me to show you up or some shit. But I don’t want any part of this pissing contest!”

“Oh shit, I think you’re right…” Jungkook murmurs, brow furrowing, “No wonder he’s so into you. Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned how good you were with your mouth…”

“What?!” You exclaim in horror, “You told him about that?!”

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I tell my frat brothers about the best blowjob I’ve ever had?”

You stare at him wide eyed for another second before abruptly bursting into humiliated screeching, “How could you tell everyone about that?! It was one time! We were both drunk and—ugh!”

“Why are you embarrassed? It’s a compliment!”

“No it’s not!” you shriek, “I don’t want anyone to know that I sucked your nasty cheese dick!”

“Why not?” he pouts, “I ate you out twice afterwards! And don’t you even try to tell you didn’t like it because you were screaming my name and begging me to—”

“JEON JUNGKOOK!” you shriek, rushing up to slap a hand over his mouth before he can continue.

He spits out your fingers with a laugh, “Yeah. That’s exactly how that sounded like!”

You’re sure your face is a brilliant shade of crimson by now as you pounce on his back to try to choke him in the middle of the room, in front of everyone at the party.

“Ah, that hurts!” he complains as he tries to shake you loose, “I seriously don’t know why you’re so embarrassed. It’s not like we kissed or anything,” he says with a sound of disgust, “It was just a nice old best friend blowjob… Which reminds me: why did we never think to do that before?”

“Because you’re disgusting and you probably carry diseases!”

He snorts, “You ran to the gynecologist all freaked out the next morning and you were clean, remember?”

“It was a miracle,” you snarl, “I must have some latent flesh eating bacteria lurking under the surface.”

He rolls his eyes, “Well, if you already have it… Wanna suck my dick again?”

“I would rather die,” you tell him in complete seriousness.

“What if I go down on you afterwards? Twice.”

You pretend to think for a moment, “Okay,” you easily agree, “But only if you stare into my eyes the entire time.”

“Ew, that’s nasty! What’s wrong with you?!”

“See?! That’s what I’m talking about!”

“Fine. I’ll get someone else to suck my dick then. Geez.”

“Wait, Jungkook…” you mutter, grabbing his arm as an epiphany suddenly hits you, “Maybe I should give Jin a blowjob.”

His eyebrows raise, “Are you crazy? You’re supposed to be getting rid of him! Not making him more obsessed.”

“Yeah, but if he only wants to hit it because he thinks that we’re a thing… What better way to get rid of him than to just let him at it? Once it’s out of his system, he’ll avoid me like the plague!”

Jungkook gives you a knowing look, “You just want to have sex with Jin, don’t you?”

You smack his chest, “No! It’s because I know how you fuckbois work. I’ll pretend to be super clingy afterwards and he’ll drop me like a hot potato.”

“You know… that’s actually not a terrible idea,” Jungkook says as he thoughtfully scratches his chin, “If it was me, I’d probably flee the country to avoid you.”

“Great! Then it’s settled! I’m going to fuck Kim Seokjin tonight!” You proudly exclaim.

“It should be easy,” Jungkook mutters, “He’s been staring at us this entire time.”

“What?” you whirl around in surprise, but true to his word, Jin lounges on the sofa across the room, his eyes examining the two of you with intense scrutiny. Startled, you automatically raise your hand to wave at him. Jin begins to return the gesture, but falters when Jungkook abruptly throws both arms around your waist.

“What are you doing?!” you turn around with a yelp when you feel a pinch to your ass.

Your best friend simply laughs as he smooths his palm over your bottom, cheekily in Jin’s line of vision, “Yeah, you were right. Hyung’s crazy jealous. He looks like he wants to fight me.”

“I knew it! He just wants to use me as a pawn to one up you! Well, time to end this pissing contest. Do you have a condom?”

Jungkook wordlessly plucks one from his wallet and slips it into your back pocket—not without a grope of your backside, of course, “Wait, hold up a moment,” he says as a new thought occurs to him, “What if it’s so good that he wants more?”

You snort in derision, “Yeah right. I doubt that’ll happen.”

“No, I’m serious, ___. I’m not lying when I say that you’re really, really good with your mouth. I can understand why some guys would put up with your dramatic clinginess just to get at that sweet little mouth of yours… Not me, of course. But maybe a weaker man… like hyung.”

You ignore his shameless boasting and try to focus on the issue on hand, “Do you really think so?” you ask in a quiet voice, “Ok, I’ll just have to make it super shitty for him then.”

“Stare into his eyes,” Jungkook offers, “I bet he’ll hate that.”

“I think only you do,” you say with a glare, “And only because you hate me.”

“Hmm. Maybe kiss him?”

“I told you, only you would hate that from me!”

“Alright, alright,” Jungkook holds up his hands in defeat, “Just bite his dick or some shit.”

“…”

“___…?”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.”

A few minutes later, you lose Jungkook when he gets distracted by a wet t-shirt contest in the backyard, and you take that as an opportunity to join Jin on the couch.

“Hi,” you greet him, “Is there anyone sitting here?”

His eyes widen at your unexpected appearance, “N-no,” he says, quickly scrambling back to make room for you on the sofa.

“Thanks,” you say with a smile as you sit on the offered space.

“Um… would you like a drink?” Jin asks.

“No, I’m good,” you smoothly reply, “I’ll just take a sip of whatever you’re having.” And without asking for permission, you tug the bottle of beer from his hand and wrap your lips around the neck where his had been mere seconds ago.

When you hand the beer back, Jin stares at the faint pink stain on the rim from your lipstick as though hypnotized.

“Thanks, Jin,” you sweetly say.

His prominent Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows loudly, “N-no problem.”

Then, the two of you lapse into a tense silence. You can see how uncomfortable he is by his rigid posture and the way his hands are clenched to fists in his lap. He’s clearly still thinking about last week… When he had unexpectedly cornered you after class and confessed his feelings. You had told him that you’d think about it… And you hadn’t talked to him since. Not until now.

The normally ultra-confident man is meek as a mouse in your close proximity, nervously wiping the sweat from his forehead and avoiding all eye contact. For one moment, you can almost imagine that he actually likes you. That this isn’t just an act to get in your pants. But you’ve been friends with Jungkook for too long to be fooled. He’s been waiting a long time for your answer. And now you’re going to give it to him.

“How are you, Jin?” you ask as you casually lean against him, plopping your head against his shoulder in a seemingly carefree way.

“I… good,” he stammers, “How are you?”

“Okay,” you sigh deeply, making sure to crane your neck so that your breath hits the sensitive shell of his ear. Unlike Jungkook, who always parades around in his skintight leather pants and muscle shirts, Jin dresses rather conservatively. Even to a party, he’s wearing a loose button-up shirt and casual ripped jeans. Consequently, you have to angle yourself just right in order to access the sliver of skin between his collar and his neck.

Jin bites his plush bottom lip, “I see that Jungkook left you all alone… That wasn’t very nice of him.”

“Nah, I don’t care about him. I’d much rather hang out with you.”

Jin’s breathing stutters at that, even more so when you bring a hand down to play with the frayed strings in his torn jeans. “Ah. I’m probably being a bad host right now, then. Do you… Do you want to play a game, then? Or maybe dance?” he asks with a slight cringe.

You both know how much he dislikes that particular activity. So you shake your head and nuzzle deeper into the crook of his neck, mentally patting yourself on the back when you feel his pulse jump, “I’m so tired, Jin. Can we just sit here?”

The dark-haired man jumps in surprise when you suddenly poke your fingers through a rip on his upper thigh, “A-ah! Let’s not!” When you look at him in surprise, he quickly backtracks, “I mean… It’s noisy in here. Why don’t I find somewhere quiet for you to lie down? I don’t think anyone is in my room right now.”

You stiffen, pulling yourself off of his shoulder to look at him, “Your room?”

Jin’s eyes widen with horror as he realizes his mistake, “I didn’t mean that!” He quickly defends himself, “I just thought you might—I mean… Why don’t I just take you home?!”

“Okay.”

“Wait, no! I didn’t mean it like that either! I just—I’ll just walk you home? As friends, of course—that’s all!”

He’s so cute all flustered like this, tripping over his words, that you can’t help but slip your fingers into the rip, pinching at his tight to shut him up, “Alright, Seokjin. Please take me home.” You purr, innuendo dripping from your words.

He gulps, cowering under your hungry gaze like a deer caught in the headlights. Then, he abruptly jumps to his feet, snatching your hand from inside his pants, “L-let’s hurry.”

You didn’t think it would be this hard to get a fuckboi to dick you down. Especially one who supposedly has feelings for you. You sigh when Jin again scrambles away when you let your hand brush his. Why is he acting so coy? Did you misunderstand him during his confession last week? Maybe he meant that he liked you in a hypothetical way… Fuck. This is really messing with your mind. You need to just resolve this once and for all.

So when Jin drops you off on your doorstep and turns as though to leave, you reach forward to grab him by the front of his shirt and yank him forward. “Do you still like me?” You ask.

Your bluntness takes him by surprise and he can’t do anything but splutter incoherently for a few seconds before stammering, “Y-yes. Of course I do!”

Your eyes narrow to slits, “Good.” Then you’re pulling him forward to slam your lips against his.

Jin reacts instinctively, his mouth softening under yours and his hands darting up to grab at your waist, tugging you closer. He tastes like beer and his clothes reek of stale cigarettes from the frat party, but there is something addicting about kissing Kim Seokjin. You’ve never kissed a man with such thick, pillowy lips before, and they feel so good sliding against yours. And when his tongue slides into your mouth, you nearly give in to your desire and abandon your scheme entirely.

Somehow, you manage to resist the descent into mindless lust and reach up to cup his face to regain control of the kiss. Then you slow things down, moving your jaw in a steady, but sensual rhythm, then pulling back to tug his bottom lip between your teeth and nipping.

Jin lets out a deep groan in response, “God, you’re a good kisser.”

You smile faintly at the compliment before his lips are back on yours. This time, he retakes control, pushing you gently until your back is against the wall and your body is flush against his as he deepens the kiss. To your surprise, he doesn’t speed things up like you’d expect. Instead, he continues with your slow pace, taking his time licking into your mouth while his hands massage the curve of your waist, briefly grabbing at your hips, before retreating to a safer position on your lower back.

“___, that’s enough,” Jin says with a shaky laugh when he finally musters the strength to pull away from you. But then his eyes land on your red, kiss-swollen lips and he can’t resist ducking his head down for another taste. The kiss is much more aggressive this time around, as though Jin is trying to release his pent up frustrations, before he breaks away again. He smiles tightly at you, but his eyes are trained firmly to your mouth, “Good night, ___.”

You have no idea why he’s trying so hard to resist when it’s clear that he wants you, but it’s getting on your nerves. You roll your eyes before lurching forward to capture his lips again, this time molding your body to his so you can rub yourself against him.

A beautiful moan tears from his throat and you take that as your cue to trail kisses down his neck instead, carelessly sucking bruises into his milky skin. He enthusiastically expresses his approval through deep moans of your name. You would have never expected a fuckboi to be so vocal. And it’s so incredibly sexy that you feel desire slick your thighs.

“Ah, ___,” Jin hisses, resisting the urge to shudder when you blow cool air on a hickie you’ve caused on his neck, “S-stop.”

“Hmm?” you pause to cock your head at him, “You don’t look like you want me to stop, baby.”

He groans at the little pet name, “I don’t,” he admits, “But you’re drunk.”

You chuckle at that, “I had one beer over three hours—I’m dead sober, Jin.”

Still, he resists, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he mulls over his decision, “I like you,” he says again, “I want to do this right.”

“Do this right?” you scoff, “What is this, 1965? Come on, Jin. Don’t be like this.”

“But, ___-”

“If you continue to reject me, I might actually get offended.”

That startles him, “I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Great. Now you can prove to me just how much you like me.”

Jin hovers in the hallway, still indecisive even as you scramble to unlock the door and step in, “Are you coming?” you ask with an expectant raise of the eyebrows, hands rising to pop open a few buttons on your shirt.

You watch in morbid delight as his resolve crumbles to dust. “Fuck it,” he mutters under his breath, before he’s following you inside and kicking the door shut.

You giggle in delight as you sprint through the apartment, bursting through your bedroom door and tossing yourself on the bed without a second thought. Jin takes much longer to join you. And even then, he hesitates in the doorway, watching you undress on the bed with hooded eyes. You pause to raise an eyebrow at him, “Aren’t you going to help me?”

His throat tightens. Then he’s rushing to yank his shirt off and join you on the bed. Both of you sigh in relief when your lips meet again. Jin is clearly running out of patience as he hastily pushes your open shirt off your shoulders and palms your chest through your bra. Without bothering to remove the garment, he shoves your bra down enough just for your breasts to pop out, then dips down to circle his tongue around your nipples. It feels so good that you throw your head back, eyes shut tight against the overwhelming pleasure.

You only manage to collect your wits about you again when Jin licks a hot trail down your torso to the waistline of your pants. You allow him to pull your pants off, but you cover your crotch with a shriek when he tries to strip you of your underwear as well. There’s no way you can stay sane and keep your plan in action if he puts that wicked tongue of his to work between your legs. You would instantly give in. There’s no doubt in your mind about it. You’re weak and Kim Seokjin’s mouth is incredibly potent.

“What’s wrong?” Jin asks with a little pout as he tugs at your underwear again.

You allow him to tug your panties off your legs, then quickly grab his hair when he lurches forward towards your heat as though possessed, “Ah, no!”

“___,” he whispers your name with his eyes still fixated on your pussy, “Let me have a taste, please?”

You firmly shake your head, “No.”

His brow furrows and for a moment, he looks like a petulant child with his favorite toy taken away, “Please?”

You bite back a chuckle as you shake your head again. You’ve never met a man so desperate to go down on you before. Even Jungkook, despite his flashy promises, was reluctant until you forcibly straddled his face. This is hot, to say the least. Damn. The only man on planet earth willing to eat you out… and you have to reject his offers. What is your luck?

“I’m too sensitive,” you say, pulling that lie from out of your ass.

“I’ll be gentle,” Jin assures you, subconsciously licking his lips as he continues to stare between your legs.

“I seriously don’t like it, Jin,” you lie again. He looks like he wants to argue more, so you rise to your knees and push at his broad shoulders to force him against the headboard.

“I’m really good at it,” he complains, “The other guys you’ve been with were probably doing it wrong… What if I just lick around your clit until you beg me to suck it?”

You close your eyes briefly to keep his words from going straight to your core. You can’t trust yourself to speak without choking, so you simply shake your head before busying yourself with his belt. Jin’s complaints die at the feeling of your hand rubbing him through his jeans. He’s already half-hard, and swells further under your gentle caress.

When you finally get his pants undone, Jin hastily lifts himself to help you drag them down his thighs, along with his boxers. And then the both of you are naked.

You take a moment to appreciate the way he looks pressed against your headboards with his sweat-slicked golden skin reflecting the moonlight streaming past your curtains. He was renowned for his good looks, even amongst his attractive frat brothers, and now you have this living, walking god naked in your bed. You, silly, inadequate little you. Could this be real?

His loose-fitting, baggy clothes do his figure no justice. Kim Seokjin is beautiful with his clothes on, but a fucking sex god, Adonis-incarnate with them off. His shoulders look even wider when bare, his chest unbelievably thick, with everything tapering off into a slender, toned waist. And then there are his sculpted thighs, and the object of his desires lying right in-between, looking so flushed with blood and so incredibly hard that your mouth waters… Fuck.

What you’re about to do to this god-like man is practically blasphemous… But you have to do it. Anyone with eyes can tell that you’re unworthy of this perfect man’s attention. His rivalry with Jungkook has confused him to such an extent that he’s tricked himself into thinking that he actually likes you. And now it’s time to set him straight.

So you lower yourself to your stomach and gently wrap your hand around his erection, listening carefully to the way his breath hitches in his throat. You look up briefly to flash him a smile. Then you lean in to tap your tongue against his slit. A muscle in Jin’s thigh jumps at the contact, but he doesn’t make any sound. So you continue to flick your tongue against the head of his cock, careful to only use the tip of your tongue and not the flat of your tongue in a way that would actually make him feel good. He looks so hot that you’re tempted to deepthroat him to the hilt and make him feel as good as possible, but somehow, you resist the urge.

You can imagine the other girls you left behind at the party fighting you to the death for giving the Kim Seokjin such a subpar blowjob. This is not an opportunity awarded to many. You should be worshipping this beautiful dick of his. Instead, you aimlessly trail your pointed tongue along the underside of his length, careful not to let him feel the softness of your lips.

Jin shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and after a minute or two of your licking, he cards his hands through your hair with a humorless chuckle, “___, what are you doing?”

He’s smiling at you, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Even in the muted lighting, you can clearly see the way his pupils have dilated. The muscles in his neck are strained and his hands are balled to fists. If you let him, he’d slam his length down your throat without a qualm. So you bat your eyelashes and feign ignorance, “What’s wrong, Jin?”

He pauses for a moment, staring down at your innocent face, before tonguing his cheek and forcing out a laugh, “Nothing, beautiful.”

You smile coyly to yourself before lapping at a random spot on his shaft. This time, you avoid his sensitive head entirely, not bothering to lick up the copious precum that slides down his length, as though begging for you to taste. After another few minutes, Jin rolls out his broad shoulders, seeking to distract himself from his pent up frustration, then thumps his head back against the headboards, arm thrown over his eyes as he tries to keep his cool.

He will never come like this. Your touch is too light, and missing all of his erogenous zones. For a moment, you feel guilty. All you really want to do is make this beautiful man feel good. But you’re doing this for his own good. So you look up to meet his eyes with a wink. Then you scrape your teeth against his length.

“Ah!” Jin yells out, jumping away from you in pain.

You feign ignorance as you soothe the underside of his dick with your tongue, making him pause in confusion. And then you scrape again, this time lighter, but hard enough to be unpleasant. You repeat this over and over until Jin’s mouth twists in a hard line as he deliberates cringing away from your teeth or surging forward for your tongue, stuck in limbo between pleasure and pain. He’s probably never had a girl treat him so poorly before. Maybe you should play nicer.

“Jin, let’s try something else,” you say, pulling your mouth away with a little smack of your lips.

Jin visibly relaxes once you move away from his erection. He rubs at the back of his neck as he smiles down at you, “Sure. What did you have in mind?”

You flash him a wink before reaching for your abandoned jeans and pulling out the condom Jungkook had slipped you from the back pocket, “Wanna fuck?”

His jaw drops, “Yes, please.”

Your smile widens as you hand over the condom, and he wastes no time in ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it on with a groan. He’s reaching for your hips, but you smack his hand out of the way before he can make contact.

“I want to top,” you tell him with a little wink.

Jin looks skeptical, especially after the debacle of a blowjob mere moments ago, but he’s too polite to complain, “Of course.”

Grinning from ear to ear, you press him back against the headboards, then plant a knee on either side of his hips. You slip a hand between your legs briefly to check that you’re wet enough, then you reach down to grab the base of his erection. Jin’s breathing slides to a halt when you press his tip to your entrance. You can see by the way his jaw clenches and his eyes narrow that he’s suspicious, as though half-expecting you to tease him further. To his utmost surprise, you let go of his cock, then drop down to take his full length in one go.

“Ah!” Jin cries out in pleasure, head thrown back and hips wildly veering upward for more.

Against your best intentions, you are similarly affected. He feels so thick inside of you, stretching you out so well that your head spins and for a frightening second, you can’t remember how to breathe, much less your objective at hand.

To make matters worse, Jin kneads your ass with his large hands and leans forward to kiss your neck, “God, ___,” he moans, “You feel so good.”

You close your eyes tightly as you try to ward off this potent seduction technique. Your body is throbbing at this point, begging you to ride him to your heart’s content. This is for his own good, you remind yourself for the nth time that night. So you grit your teeth and put on the performance of your life.

“Oh my god, this is incredible!” You shriek dramatically.

“Wh-what?” Jin asks, a bewildered expression on his face as he watches your body spasm on top of him, “___, are you alright?”

But you ignore him to let out another high-pitched scream. At this point, Jin is too alarmed to move. He watches you with wide eyes as you twitch and convulse as though electrocuted. Barely a minute passes before you suddenly scream so loudly that he flinches back. Then, you flop face down against his chest with a deep sigh.

“Mmm, that was good, Jin,” you purr as you pull yourself off his length.

“Wait… what?”

“Thank you,” you say, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips before reaching to tug the unused condom off of his still-hard erection. Jin tenses at even that feather-light touch, but all too soon, you’re tossing the rubber in the trashcan and curling yourself around him.

“___…” he murmurs your name. You’ve already had your (fake) orgasm, but he clearly hasn’t.

“Yes?” you feign ignorance as you sleepily blink down at him.

Jin chews on his bottom lip for a few seconds, torn between his selfish desire and guilt. But when you yawn exaggeratedly in his face, he succumbs to the latter with a deep sigh, “Nothing,” he mutters.

You smile brightly down at him before burying your face in the crook of his neck and twisting your limbs tightly around his torso so that he has nowhere to run. After a few minutes, you carefully even out your breathing with a few well timed snores. And then you wait for him to shake you off and leave.

It takes him longer than you predicted. The ten minutes it takes for him to slip from your embrace are the longest ten minutes of your life. All you can do is lie there, trying your absolute hardest to control your shaky breathing and stifle the urge to roll over and slip him back inside of you. He’s not the only one who hasn’t had his fill. But finally, Jin gently removes your tight grip from around him and fumbles around for his clothing.

You hope that your sigh of relief isn’t too obvious as you listen to the rustle of fabric that indicates that he’s dressing in the dark. A few moments later, then you hear the door swing open. He finally left. Thank god. And you’ll willing to bet a full month’s rent that you won’t be hearing from him in the morning.

But suddenly, you hear the sound of the toilet flushing. Wait… Is Jin still here? You press both hands to your pounding heart and pray that he’s just using the bathroom on the way out. An unexpected dip on the mattress makes you shriek out in surprise. You hurriedly slap both hands over your mouth, but it’s too late.

Jin pauses as he hovers over you in the bed, “Oh, sorry. Did I wake you, baby?”

You hurriedly shake your head, “No, it’s okay.”

Jin smiles in relief before lowering himself down to lie next to you, “That’s good. Get some sleep, love.”

You flinch in surprise when he wraps his arms around your naked form and pulls you to his bare chest, “Ah, Jin… I…”

“Hmm?” he murmurs as he kisses your neck.

You shiver at the sensations, “I just… will you be comfortable like this?”

“What do you mean?” he asks as he affectionately strokes his fingers through your hair, “Should I leave?”

“No, that’s not it!” you quickly deny, face heating at the implication, “I’m just worried that you might feel uneasy in my tiny bed,” you say with feigned laughter.

Jin’s handsome face softens at that, “No way,” he says with a quick kiss to your cheek, “It feels so nice just being able to lie with you like this.”

Your mind whirls in disbelief. You just gave this playboy the worst fuck of his life. How is it possible that he is still into you?

You lie there, utterly dazed as you try to process this new piece of information. As soon as you hear Jin’s breathing even out into soft snores, you dive for your phone.

Jungkook! You text your best friend furiously, It didn’t work!

His response is instantaneous. Wait, what?!

He’s sleeping over right now! what do I do?

Oh shit this is insane! Did u bite his dick?

Yeah, but I don’t think he cared! I think he’s gonna spend the night, Kookie!

Aite don’t panic. He’s prob trying 2 act nice. I bet hes gonna slip out in the middle of the night.

You relax a little at that. Do u really think so?

Yea. Dw. He’ll be gone in the morning.

You sigh deeply in relief and sink your heavy head into the soft pillows. K. I hope ur right.

The next morning, you wake up in a blessedly empty bed. It takes a second for the implications of your solitude to sink in. Then you’re happily rolling around in the sex-mused sheets, silently celebrating your success. Seokjin must have dashed out at the crack of dawn this morning to avoid you. Jungkook was right! And all it took was one little bite of his dick.

You check your phone out of curiosity, and sure enough, you have no notifications from Jin. Not even a single half-assed text excuse from the older man. You are entirely in the clear.

Humming with excitement, you jump out of bed and skip to the bathroom. No cheesy love note stuck to the mirror or anything ridiculous like that either. What a successful day! You managed to get Jin off your back entirely and you got to see the god-like man naked. You’re not sure what you’ve done in a former life to deserve this good fortune, but you won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

Your positive mood is off the charts and you can’t stop from humming to yourself as you brush your teeth and wash your face. But as you’re patting your face dry with a towel, you can’t help but notice that there is a strange smell coming from the kitchen… You thought your roommate was out for the weekend, but could she have come back early? But even then, it’s a bit unusual that she’s cooking something that smells so delicious this early in the morning…

Suspicious, you drop your towel and creep towards the kitchen, “Eunbi?” You call out when you exit your bedroom. The smell of frying bacon hits you like a sledgehammer, making saliva instantly forms in your mouth. You rub your still sleep-clouded eyes in confusion, but it’s clear that the figure stationed in front of the stove is much too broad to be your petite little roommate…

“Oh, ___. You’re awake already!” The stranger in your kitchen turns around at your entrance, revealing to be none other than—

“Jin?”

The handsome man beams, “Good morning, beautiful. How do you like your eggs cooked?”

Your body freezes to stone as you stand there, jaw dropping to the floor as you stare at him in utter disbelief. Is this real? Could your eyes be deceiving you? Testing that theory, you hastily rub at your eyes, but Kim Seokjin remains standing before you in the flesh, looking so unexpectedly sexy with his tousled bed hair and decked in just his boxers and your apron that you can’t bring yourself to speak.

“Um… Are you having trouble deciding?” Jin asks, “I can do scrambled, fried, or even sunny side up!”

“G-gimme a moment,” you choke out, before running to make a mad dash for the bathroom. Once you’re safely behind the locked door, you scramble to pull your phone out and scroll down for Jungkook’s contact with shaky fingers.

It takes five rings before your best friend reluctantly picks up, “Oi! Woman, what do you want?”

“He’s still here!” You half-whisper, half-scream into the phone.

“Wait, who?”

“Jin!” You hiss, “Kim Seokjin is still here!”

“What? Didn’t you say you bit his dick?!”

“Yeah, but I think he actually liked it. Jungkook, he actually cooked me breakfast!”

There’s a brief moment of silence on the other end as Jungkook slowly processes your statement. Then, he curses loudly, “Shit.”

You wince, “What do I do now?!”

He sighs deeply, “I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but I think we’ll have to take more drastic measures… Making you breakfast? That’s serious shit. It’s time to enact plan B.”

“Plan B?” you repeat in confusion, “What does that entail?”

“You’ll see. But if you follow the plan, I can guarantee you that in less than ten days, he’ll be begging for you to leave him alone.”

You raise an eyebrow, interest piqued by his bold claim, “Alright. Let’s hear your idea.”

Author’s note: First time I’ve posted anything for over a month. My writer’s block has been driving me crazy >.<

As always, please don’t ask me for updates! I think this will be around 2-3 parts. Thanks guys!

#jin smut #jin scenarios #jin scenario #bts scenarios #seokjin scenario

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mi1kteaa · 7 years ago

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Querencia 2

Pairing: Hoseok x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut (in future parts), Fuckboy!Hoseok

Warnings: general cussing

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Description: Moving to a new place for new beginnings seems like a good start for you. But one night in a lack luster bar, and an exchange between some cocky bastard may change what you thought Seoul was going to be

A/N: I really didn’t like this chapter as much as I hoped. Regardless it’s more of a filler chapter before we get to the next so I hope the transition is nice. Still, I’m very excited to let you guys see this story!

A sharp pain stroke your head as your eyes fluttered open. Your eyes took time to get use to the light, a sudden burn to your retinas.

“Shit” you mutter scrambling for your bag for a bottle of water. You reach down, feeling nothing but the wrappers and trash on his car floor. Your eyes bulge wide as you realize you don’t have your bag. Hands search for your phone, ready to dial in Jimin’s number, but your eyes meet a sea of alarming texts, making your heart stop. You attempt to shrug it off, still the image can’t leave your mind. Regardless, you dial in Jimin’s number.

Three rings in and Jimin picks up. “Hello?” Jimin says groggily, sounding like he had just woken up. “Y/n? I didn’t expect to hear back so quickly”

“Yeah um I didn’t either, but by any chance did you happen to pick up an unattended bag at the bar?”

“Yeah I picked it up, it’s in the back. If it’s yours I can give it to you if you come by during my shift”

“Yeah that’d be great thank you, bye” You hang up, your head still aching.

“You’re really fucking loud in the morning” Your head whips around seeing Hoseok, eyes still closed, turning over. You roll your eyes, bending down to put back on your heels that had fallen off.

“Happy to see that you’ve woken up sunshine” You tried your best to have a hint of sarcasm in your voice despite how tired you were. You had only detected the change in both of you in a hung over state.

“You wish darling” He sits up, starting the engine. He seemed so much more cold and distant. You couldn’t tell whether he was.hung over, or if it was the alcohol that made him nicer. Or if it was the fact that you wouldn’t sleep with him/ But that wasn’t important, it was now a matter of you getting home and away from him.

“Just take me home” He rolled his eyes in response, rolling down the windows, and backing out of his spot. On the drive back, the only words spoken were your home address. Thoughts flooded your head, all of which you questioned. You started to wonder if this had gone differently if you had slept with him, not that it mattered, both have the same ending. Memories of last night started coming back to you, feeling like the biggest idiot in Seoul, despite only moving here for barely 24 hours.

“We’re here” Hoseok says with a monotone voice. Your eyes fall on the front door of your loft. You exit the car, the sound of the car wheels screeching immediately coming to your ears. Your head turns, the car quickly going out of sight. Good, that was over with.

Entering your house, your first instinct was to shower. You’ve had this icky feeling since you’ve woken up and the obnoxious amount of wind blowing in your face pairing with a groggy, unsated young man did not jive with it all. Moving through all the empty, unpacked boxes, you stripped down, the change in body temperature was a pleasant feeling compared to the rest of your morning as of then.

In the midst of the shower, you were stuck with the sounds of the water hitting down on your skin, thoughts circling through your head. “Goddammit” You thought aloud, stroking your conditioned hair. Hell of a way to start your new beginnings. An image of Hoseok sparked in. One part of you was thinking about how much of a douche bag he was, how he could think he could get with you, and how he instantly flipped personalities when you stopped what was going on. The other was how his cologne smelled mixed with the alcohol, how his gaze could lure you in alone, and how his tight chest felt against yours. God, even your thoughts are cliches. Thoughts of him never left your mind, only then did you finally shift to thinking of work. It was the first day, and one of the first changes that actually felt positive.

You walk out dressed, towel drying your hair, eyes landing on the canvas set up in the corner of the room. Just a few splotches of green and blue paint, the left over paint on the palette dry from lack of usage.

It’s sad how I can relate to the mess that is this unfinished painting. Incomplete and messy It was hard to remind yourself that new beginnings don’t come right away and to remain patient. You stair in the mirror, giving yourself a smile.

“You can do this”

Going to work wasn’t a hassle, the cafe was small, minimalist decor. You were greeted with open arms from your new coworkers when you walked in. They were very kind from what you could tell, you only remember their faces from when you came to Seoul for the interview. But your mind fluttered away to the thoughts of Daehyun when you got back from the trip: him giving you the silent treatment until he blew up blaming you for not letting him know beforehand.

“There’s an apron for you in the back Y/n” A girl with the name tag Jae-Eun said to you with a happy smile. You head over to where she had pointed, quickly putting on the apron. You go to put your phone in the front pocket when two texts appear.

/ Daehyun / Why the hell are you in Seoul?

I swear to god if I have to drag you back to Ulsan I will

You didn’t know how to respond. The grip on your phone tightens, the other hand balling up to a fist. Your left alone with your thoughts, the small jazz music playing fades out fast.

When did the relationship result to this? What happened to the trust, the hardships solved together? When did all of that turn into having to ask another what they wanted, and fights being the solutions of everything. You knew it ended, when a simple conversation with no yelling still felt like it was draining your energy, when the I love yous felt like an obligation.

You snap back to reality, though the bitter feeling of an unresolved, crumbling relationship was stored in the back of your mind. You walk out with a smile, greeting your new manager.

Your shift starts slow, every hour or so customers coming by for their fix, some friendly, some never looking up from the menu or their phones. For something as little an interaction with some stranger, you were glad it got your mind off the latest obstacles you had to face.

But of course to your luck, nothing in your life lasts forever. You were taking out a piping hot pastry when a voice from the back of the cafe grew, leaving instant goof bumps on your skin. You turn around seeing Daehyun, walking with an unfamiliar face.

“Hey thanks for the place to stay-” Your body’s first instinct was to whimper hurrying to the employee bathroom physically sick. First day of work and your hurling in the bathroom, how funny. You didn’t realize how much of an impact he had on you till your eyes met his frame once again. You scoot back, head thumping against the tile wall. A knock on the door catches your attention, your face turning to the side. Your manager peaks through, looks of concern reading in his face.

“Y/n are you alright?” You were given situation of either going “fuck it” and carrying on with your shift, or bailing on your first day. Flight or fight if you will. Both with consequences, both with risks of Daehyun seeing you. All that in mind, you still chose flight.

“No actually, I just got sick to my stomach for some reason” You wipe your mouth, slowly getting up from the floor. Your manager’s eyebrows furrow, but quickly go back to their bored state.

“Alright Y/n, go home and sleep it off but I want you here tomorrow” You nod thank you going to employee area, taking off your apron. Your head droops, eyes shifting from the tile to your feet. You started feeling dizzy, like in a haze. You take a deep breath, regaining composure. How were you going to get out of there so fast? This was ridiculous, you were thinking rashly. This is getting excused from work, not walking the runway.

Still you speed walk out of there, not realizing the speed was noticeable, certain eyes definitely on you. You run to your car, starting the engine and pulling out of the parking spot. Pulling out of the curb, you were determining where you were to go. Home, or the bar to Jimin.

You check the time on your car radio, making the decision to head straight to the bar to retrieve your bag. The drive there, you were trapped with your very own thoughts. What if Hoseok saw you there again? Would he notice you, or act indifferent? You looked down at what you were wearing. Stop, why do you care what he thinks, he was a good kisser at best, nothing more. Why did you care? You drove off thinking about how you wanted the uneventful day to end.

You had arrived the short car drive, on another curb nearby, you dialed in Jimin’s number asking if his shift has started. Few rings in, a familiar voice from earlier greets you.

“Jimin speaking”

“Hey it’s Y/n, I was wondering if your shift had started and I could come in” You had hoped the loud bass and overlapping voices were a clear indicator.

“Yeah totally, I was actually wondering when you’d show up my shift started at 6″ The conversation was short lived as it almost immediately ended right after. You walk in, un-phased by the incoherent voices, and the music that was so loud, all you could hear was the bass. Your eyes spot Jimin instantly, pouring colorful drinks to a group of young woman. You couldn’t help but think drink your dinner ladies.

His eyes skip to yours, lighting up and gesturing to come over.

“I know you’re here for your bag but do you want to split a drink? My shift didn’t start long ago but I’m already bored” You laugh in response, considering his offer, but realizing it’d be better if you didn’t.

“Loved to but after last night’s rounds I think it would be better if I wasn’t slurring my words for today” He nods, still smiling picking up the bag from under his work area. “Thanks, offer me that drink another time”

Jimin winks, leaving you smiling as you were walking away. As you walk out, bag on your shoulder, you turn seeing Hoseok with a group of unfamiliar people, and a petite girl on his arm. You didn’t want to stare, but curiosity was begging for it,

The group bursts in laughter, the girl only rolling her eyes at the banter, taking Hoseok’s chin in her fingers pulling his attention towards her, leaning into a kiss.

It was now you rolling your eyes, questioning what part of you had told you to kiss him the night prior.

The drive home was uneventful externally, and chaos internally. Your day had very little in it, yet thinking makes both your head and heart ache. It hadn’t been long since you’ve seen Daehyun, but combining his texts and now knowing he was going to stay in Seoul made your spine crawl. Before you could think about anything else, you’re alarmed with the slumped silhouette in front of your loft. You park in your now usual spot up to see who is at this time of evening. Your boot platforms stand out from the quiet from your part of the city, causing the person to look up. His eyes squint, shooting up once he sees that it was you. You jump stopping in your tracks.

The figure moves forward, causing you complete fright and shock.

“Y/n?” A voice that rang familiarity through the years whispers loudly. His face lit up from the street lamp, facial expression transitioning from confusion to a mixture of relief and irritation. “Y/n” He now said more clear and stern

“Daehyun” You gulp.

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A Year in Review: The Best 100 Songs of 2017 (50-1)

The latest entry into my Year in Review feature. Check out The Best 100 Songs of 2017 (100-51) by clicking here. Below, find 50-1!

050. St. Vincent – “New York”

049. Broken Social Scene – “Hug of Thunder”

048. DJDS – “Trees on Fire” feat. Amber Mark, Marco Mckinnis

047. Charli XCX – “Roll with Me”

046. Jens Lekman – “What’s That Perfume That You Wear?”

045. Rita Ora – “Your Song”

044. Fergie – “Enchante (Carine)” feat. Axl Jack

043. MGMT – “Little Dark Age”

042. Blondie – “Long Time”

041. TLC – “Way Back” feat. Snoop Dogg

040. LCD Soundsystem – "call the police”

039. Sampha – “(No One Knows Me) Like the Piano”

038. Jessie Ware – “Midnight”

037. Julia Michaels – “Issues”

036. LANY – “Super Far”

035. The Killers – “Run for Cover”

034. Cashmere Cat – “Quit” feat. Ariana Grande

033. Nite Jewel – “2 Good 2 Be True”

032. Tinashe – “Flame”

031. The War on Drugs – “Holding On”

030. Dirty Projectors – “Cool Your Heart” feat. DAWN

029. Kali Uchis – “Tyrant” feat. Jorja Smith

028. Mura Masa – “1 Night” feat. Charli XCX

027. Phoenix – “J-Boy”

026. Terror Jr – “Death Wish”

025. Danny L Harle – “1UL”

024. Lorde – “Green Light”

023. P!nk – “Beautiful Trauma”

022. Pale Waves – “There’s a Honey”

021. Paramore – “Hard Times”

020. Fever Ray – “To the Moon”

019. The xx – “I Dare You”

018. BLACKPINK – “As If It’s Your Last”

017. Cam – “Diane”

016. P!nk – “What About Us”

015. HAIM – “I Want You Back”

014. Carly Rae Jepsen – “Cut to the Feeling”

013. Charli XCX – “Boys”

012. Lorde – “Supercut”

011. Destroyer – “Tinseltown Swimming in Blood”

010. Miley Cyrus – “Malibu”

Miley Cyrus was one of the big pop stars of late to go back-to-basics (think: Lady Gaga's "Joanne," Kesha's "Rainbow"). After capturing the zeitgeist in 2013 with provocative singles like "Wrecking Ball" and "We Can't Stop," Miley stripped things down with her new unplugged country album "Younger Now." That LP's first single "Malbiu" showcases the adult side of Miley, whose voice has never sounded better. A breezy and delightfully sweet ballad - one that never steps into the realm of preciousness - "Malibu" celebrates rekindling a love with effortless but poignant songwriting (she wrote the song in an Uber on the way to a taping of "The Voice," where she serves as a judge) that is also an ode to sunny Southern California.

009. Rita Ora – “Anywhere”

It's been a long, tough road for Rita Ora. She's never released an album in the U.S. (though she has great success in her native U.K.), nor has she had much traction with her previous excellent singles in the States. Unfortunately, that's not going to change with "Anywhere," arguably her best song ever, which has yet to chart in the U.S. Nevertheless, it's a high-quality dance-pop banger and it's the perfect antidote to the vile year that was 2017: A euphoric 3-minute and 35-second form of escapism that comes with one of the best pre-choruses in recent memory.

008. Terror Jr – “Caramel”

Just like the candy, "Caramel," the single from the mysterious pop group Terror Jr, is gooey and sticky. It's a hazy balled that references depression, drug use, gay rights and other hot button issues. Speaking with Thump, singer Lisa Terror said the song is "a reaction to the surreal world in 2017." With a minimal production, "Caramel" lures you in with finger snaps and slinky synths and Lisa's manipulated vocals, resulting in a captivating and hypotonic track.

007. Taylor Swift – “Delicate”

Taylor Swift's latest album "reputation" may be her weakest effort since her 2006 debut, but it still comes with some stellar gems. Produced by Max Martin and Shellback, "Delicate" is one of Swift's sexiest songs to date and her most mature. Here, Swift actually swears and sings about drinking as she cautiously pursues a new love interest - she's simultaneously confident and vulnerable. But what propels "Delicate" into one of Swift's best works is its simple sonic construction; a sensual wall of synths and powerful drums that enter halfway through the song, kicking it into a high-gear emotional drive.

006. Phoenix – “Fior Di Latte”

French band Phoenix's new album "Ti Amo" is an ode to summers in Italy and Italian disco. Its highlight "Fior Di Latte" is a glistening groovy jam. Like the Italian cheese itself, the track is a smooth and airy delight that's straightforwardness about making love under the Italian sun complements the track's song construction. The track builds with vibrant bass and singer Thomas Mars's silky vocals, which eventually gives way to a cataclysmic explosion. From one of indie music's most reliable bands, Phoenix's "Fior Di Latte" is a sensual stunner that bursts with light.

005. Selena Gomez – “Bad Liar”

Selena Gomez has low-key been one of the most reliable pop stars of the 21st century. With huge bangers like "Hands to Myself," "Good For You," "Same Old Love," "Come & Get It" and more, Gomez has slayed the charts with undeniable pop gems. For "Bad Liar," Gomez continues her brand of sultry pop, this time unexpectedly sampling the Talking Heads' 1977 single "Psycho Killer." With a funky bass and Gomez's cooing vocals, "Bad Liar" is cool and clever song; the most daring effort from the star yet, giving hope Gomez has further tricks up her sleeve.

004. Lorde – “Homemade Dynamite”

"Homemade Dynamite" wasn't an immediate favorite from Lorde's sophomore album "Melodrama." Unlike the instant hits "Supercut" and "The Louvre," both brilliant euphoric bops, "Homemade Dynamite" is weird. But over time, the track slowly revealed itself, exploring complex emotions with interesting production and slinky synth-work, courtesy of Jack Antonff. With Lorde's signature whispering, "Homemade Dynamite" is the perfect concoction of all of her best traits: A radio pop song that's bent just a little too much, making it fascinating and innovative while still completely accessible. Awesome, right?

003. SOPHIE – “It’s Okay to Cry”

SOHPIE's "It's Okay Cry" was a coming-out of sorts for the otherwise enigmatic British musician/producer. The song's accompanying music video was the first time SOPHIE made her official appearance, with the camera up close and centered on her. (At the same time, SOPHIE released a press release stating she prefers she/her pronouns.) The song is a queer anthem - a stirring ballad that's restrained for SOPHIE, who's known for her spastic and glitch-y synths. With honest lyrics ("The pain inside increases / It takes more strength to hold it in then to give in and surrender") and a massive buildup that erupts with a thunderous clap, "It's Okay to Cry" hits the reset button, making SOPHIE truly one of the most interesting artists to watch.

002. Kesha – “Praying”

There's no better song than Kesha's "Praying" to be the anthem for the abysmal year that was 2017. Her comeback single took aim at disgraced producer Dr. Lukas, who she accused of sexual assault (he has denied all claims). Kesha has been in court battles with the producer and her record label, forced into a music limbo. But when "Praying" unexpectedly dropped in July, it not only an excellent song that showed off Kesha's vocals, but it was also a battle cry, with Kesha throwing down the gauntlet. It established her as a new musician - the "TiK ToK" party days are behind her (remember, she's dropped the "$" in her name)- and posited her as a pop singer-songwriter. "Praying" isn't scornful or angry. Instead, it's full of hope and forgiveness with Kesha taking the high road: "I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin' / I hope your soul is changin', changin' / I hope you find your peace," she screams during the song's breathtaking chorus.

001. Lana Del Rey - “Love”

No current pop artist has struggled with today's political climate more than Lana Del Rey. With songs like "National Anthem," lyrics like "Be young, be dope be proud / Like an American," and music videos showing her waving the U.S. flag, the elusive singer built her career from American pastiche. But that changed this year after Donald Trump entered the White House. Not only did she cast a witchy spell on him, but she also banned the American flag from her shows, and penned a track about the threats of North Korea. To say that Del Rey become more aware of her surroundings this year would be an understatement. With "Love," the first single off her excellent album "Lust for Life," the chanteuse gets nostalgic, looking back at the music that propelled her into stardom, and turns the track into an ode to her fans: "Look at you kids with your vintage music/You're part of the past, but now you're the future," she sings over a string arrangement echoing the music from her debut "Born to Die." It's a powerful and earnest song (something rare these days in pop music) where Del Rey winks at the Beach Boys and, most importantly, give hope to her millions of fans: "It doesn't matter if I'm not enough / For the future or the things to come / 'Cause I'm young and in love / Don't worry, baby."

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A lot can happen in ten years. People change, trends come and go, and a small gathering of music fans in a wooden barn in Gloucester can become the best festival in the world. After building up a reputation over the past decade for championing new music, breaking down barriers, and being the most warm and welcoming festival family around, Over Farm found itself at the centre of a very special birthday. With Barn on the Farm celebrating it’s tenth anniversary (and Belwood returning for a fifth year), expectations were high that they would pull something special out of the bag. And, in spite of a few big names pulling out last minute, they did all that and more.

Getting an early start for the special Intimate Thursday, Over Farm was looking particularly lush this year. From the giant wooden sign, the colourful hammocks and the cosy shaded hideaway, to the sprawling line-up posters from years prior and a giant birthday card waiting to be signed, the festival welcomed you with open arms. So too did the music. The superb pop singer/songwriter SHE, with her sparkly dress afire in the summer sun, was possibly the best start to a festival yet. Hull’s Charlotte payed tribute to absent headliner Sam Fender with a soulful and stripped back rendition of ‘Hypersonic Missiles’, while Prose proved themselves to be masters of addictive hooks. The ever brilliant Orla Gartland powered through tuner troubles to deliver one of the most fun sets of the weekend and Clean Cut Kid rocked the barn to it’s foundations. Secret headliner Gavin James rounded the night off in style. Though I know him better for his more stripped back acoustic numbers, he was equally suited to being a charismatic frontman, offering up big singalong choruses and delving into the very centre of the crowd.

The sun was beating down for Behind Barn Doors Friday giving me flashbacks to last year’s heatwave. Thankfully there was plenty of great music worth risking the heat for. Molly Payton opened the wooden barn with dreamy vibes reminiscent of Isaac Gracie, followed by our recent spotlight star Winnie Raeder who had the crowd spellbound with her stunning vocals. Mosa Wild were a melting pot of styles over on the outdoor stage, with hints of The National and 80s pop. The fantastic voice of James Smith lured me away from my shaded hideaway (no mean feat on such a scorcher!) and performed great covers of Billy Joel and Amy Winehouse. Outlya played a blinder with a special expanded line-up, offering up lush synths and superb bass lines, and singer/songwriter Margo Raats shared songs so moving you felt almost compelled to tears even at the happiest place on Earth. I caught farm favourite Ady Suleiman for the first time over at the tin barn for his headline slot. Clearly I was in the minority in being new to his music, as everyone else there was belting out every single word back to him. In the first big surprise of the weekend, The Vaccines made their BotF debut as the night’s secret headliner.

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What better way to start the weekend off, and open up the main stage, than with a killer set from Belwood favourites The Howl & The Hum. Sharing new tracks alongside old favourites, I’m certain they made more than a few new fans. The Marsicans were the very quintessence of feel-good summer-ready indie. The delightful Delilah Montagu shared some wonderfully elegant piano balladry, which with the addition of a rhythm section transformed into into lush California-esque pop. Gabrielle Aplin was an absolute angel in her all too brief set on the main stage, while Nina Nesbitt delivered some slick break-up anthems on the outdoor stage and still found time to say hi to absent fans via facetime. Zak Abel was pure funk incarnate and had everyone up and dancing before Dermot Kennedy swept in to headline in Sam Fender’s stead. His powerful lyrics and emotional delivery made him one of the most moving headliners to date.

While Sunday mornings are generally reserved for nursing hangovers, young singer/songwriter Holly Humberstone roused a packed out crowd in the wooden barn first thing. Garage rock trio The Pale White certainly woke everyone up with their tremendous energy, thanks in no small part to their brilliant drummer. Only The Poets had more folks dancing than perhaps any other set of the weekend, Maisie Peters shared sheer pop perfection in the barn, and Samm Henshaw made his triumphant return to the farm to share some new material. The big talking point of the weekend though was the surprise set by George Ezra, hidden in plain sight on the programme in anagram form as “Reggae Zero”, who fired out hit after hit in his short set. Lewis Capaldi, as adept at stand-up between songs as he is at belting them out, played to what will likely be the biggest crowd the outdoor stage will ever see. I nabbed a spot at the front for headliner Maggie Rogers, and even going in not knowing any songs I was just in absolute awe of this one woman hurricane. Twirling between twin confetti cannons she gave not only the best BotF set I’ve ever seen, but one of the best sets I’ve seen anywhere.

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I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it was the best year yet. I didn’t think anything could ever compare to stepping onto the farm for the first time and becoming part of the family, but even in the face of high expectations and last minute drop-outs, Barn on the Farm knocked it out of the park for their tenth anniversary. It was a celebration of everything the festival is, and a glimpse of what it could be further down the line. There was something extra special in the air this year, and it’ s gonna keep me buzzing for a while to come yet. As much as I wish I could go back and live it all again, this festival has always been about looking forward, so instead I’ll be counting down the days til next year.

Live Review: Barn on the Farm Festival 2019 A lot can happen in ten years. People change, trends come and go, and a small gathering of music fans in a wooden barn in Gloucester can become the best festival in the world.

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"Tentacles of Doom" | Father Ted | Series 2 Episode 3 | Dead Parrot

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"Tentacles of Doom" | Father Ted | Series 2 Episode 3 | Dead Parrot

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Father i will be there proper father the whole thing’s equipped there’s a massive school steaming away and i have arranged a Ferrero Rocher in a convention which Isis taking up three bishops cannot wait proper you know father I believe that is going to be the finest second of my career it is practically as if my whole lifetime of main off two exclusive ladies’s going pass over is done i am over right here so you might be father that is doing excellent have you ever got your contacts in no a dog ran off with them I suggestion I get away with that I consider i’ll need to put on the glasses they don’t like carrying them father I feel they make me look like a frustrated ancient egg all I can’t suppose that I imagine they look absolutely good no no no it is only a frightening movie I was once thinking out there nice really greenish whele that is a lot better and i just go and assess on the tv so father hmm father i have certainly no proposal the place the door is so fail to remember head and Google at Google they may be here sorry about that fishbone Elia you had been announcing yes very simple ceremony we simply want just a little incense or incense I do not know if we do the you realize if we have any incense there used to be a spider in the bathtub last night time no Judy incense incense all right sure and no i do not believe so that you remember when we ran out of incense and we use the wind aletan good man i’m sure we are able to to find some so are you doing a lot upgrading around nation last month we accelerated a mushroom area in Cavan touch last three races our work takes us all over the place the nation it gives us a danger to get in touch with the normal clergy or the ground troops as I name them sure we’re looking to organize a big assembly at the end of the 12 months where all the ranks of the clergy can discuss their views with representatives of the lay group what do you suppose are the key here sorry what do making use of the whole relationship with the lay neighborhood on this special topic is desirable or must a exact distance be maintained yes a excellent query and good I believe we should contain to put group to keep them at a distance how so much of a distance couple of miles here we are actually he for all people oh are you o.K. Your grid sure I yeah yeah I I had a minor heart attack last yr I need to take it handy axe bought somewhat of a fee day proper he is no longer a drawback in case you could just give us a little of a warning when you are going to do something quality I simply remembered the aliens is on after the news Susan for god sake i’m sorry Victor Jordan did you not hear what he’s saying about his coronary heart you are aware of it’s just immediate directors cost come on all people let’s all have a significant lads night in a coronary heart attack that’s infrequent sufficient this present day there have been without doubt plenty of prayers set for essentially we cannot look at the aliens google obvious neither speakme however that love attack no they would not Bishop loti satisfactory go girl we aren’t observing alien anyway again to religion he’ll insist now not our first priority but converse up fight back towards a satirical bias of the media yes Ferrero Rocher father Ted with these Russia you’re quite spoiling mrs.Doyle all correct Bishop i am sorry you had been pronouncing oh sure I was once saying we must combat back in opposition to the media however we have to make our voice heard the place is farther hatchets mrs. Doyle would you get father Hackett for us now undoubtedly father I ought to say mrs. Doyle they keep you for your ft my housekeeper isn’t the great i’m afraid usually I suppose that it is me that should be basically G for sorry about that here father hackett now he is been looking ahead to your seek advice from haven’t you father yes Bishop O’Neill talk it oh yes this is Bishop fax yes that is Bishop Jordan sure they are watching at then you father that is 1 billion yes I was just announcing father how i am watching ahead to discussing the social results of one of the vital church’s pondering as related to disorders of personal morality nuts 1 billion – Emmanuel motto sure I let’s for Jews would good point father yes that’s what we’d like a confident angle like sake what quiet race i will see father Hackett making a priceless contribution over the following couple of days oh yes Heavenly Father hear our prayer we pray that this rock be upgraded to a category-2 relic by way of the grace of God convey therapy to all who cross within a radius of two and a half of to three ft of this at your discretion and may all who are healed in this type of method supply glory to you our Lord through your earthly form of this class to relic amen Evan i’m sorry for the painting your father will meet up with the others within the white yes I saw it to your positive perspective other so many people are cynical about such things that you can hardly ever to open the newspaper this present day without studying some latest and satirical articles written by using some bearded lifting sure apparently early will go down the arena of good I simply would be an Oh me get us a real enemy bb/d mercy predatory pleasure yes Asian ecumenical yes i’m going to write you up so father do you ever have any doubts about the devout lifestyles as your religion ever verified hear listen involved about any doubts you will have been having about any aspects of belief some thing like that well in all of the manner God made us all correct and he’s looking down at us from heaven and the whole lot huh huh after which his son came down and saved every body and all that yes and once we die we’re all going to move to heaven yes what about just a little of hindrance with the heat laughs assault while you come face-to-face with loss of life it makes you consider about matters I saw that film lately Apollo 14 jogged my memory of my own brush with loss of life have you learnt what I imply you imply you had been in house whilst you had your heart assault no how might I be in space sorry no I suppose not no I Ament i do know what it is like to be just about demise sure gracefully i’ll use the historic ok so i’ll do that I see all Cheers assess the air so if God has existed eternally you know what did he do in his spare time like before he made the earth and everything you recognize well all of us must what about while you wear too low the meat on Fridays how come that is all proper now but it wasn’t back then I imply that the folks who ate meat on Fridays back then they’d all go to hell or what I imply it is man she’s no longer bothering you with it no no it can be just magic oh there you’re i am hoping you had a fine gesture oh it was once best I consider I learn some very fascinating conclusions Oh about what precisely good it’s nonsense Ignis faith so feel about this little or no evidence blind religion that’s all we ought to go on and not using a shred of proof anywhere nothing aliens now there is whatever that might simply be feasible everlasting life large demons sticking purple-hot pokers up your ass for all eternity i don’t suppose so the whole religion factor I simply don’t buy it i’ve been struggling with my moral sense for some time now however father McGuire was the primary man to spell it out me in black and white Oh Dougal what have you ever been as much as this man this man treasure him father clearly he has wisdom a ways past his year thanks very a lot speedy it’s Bishop Jordan I suppose he is useless there Oh Lord yeah that’s a dustbin hear this is your fax media that’s the main matters do it Duggal oh you are welcome bishop no no Eddie are you sure you want and consider a selection no anyway it can be too late i am off to India for two months with just a few neighbors ah there they’re see you again then your grace the holy stone will it nonetheless be a class-2 after they m god bless when clear La tache

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Dust Volume 4, Number 3

Dark Blue covers the Anti-Nowhere League in this edition

Another few weeks of accumulated dust spans genres from classic jazz to no wave skronk to guitar-centric country blues. Dusted writers including Isaac Olson, Bill Meyer, Jennifer Kelly, Justin Cober-Lake, Patrick Masterson, Ian Mathers and Jonathan Shaw write about the near-famous and the purposefully obscure. We hope you’ll find something to intrigue you in this mid-March collection.

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Successful revolutions enable freedom, including the freedom of salvaging what is worthwhile from what was overturned. There’s been a smattering of punk bands recently who, thanks to the death of rock as a driving force in global pop culture and the enabling of increasingly omnivorous tastes by the internet, are doing away with old tribal notions of taste and proudly tracing their lineage to both Sticky Fingers and Damaged. Seattle’s Advertisement, on their debut tape, This Is Advertisement, follow in the footsteps of fellow travelers Milk Music in stripping Thin Lizzy and Crazy Horse for parts and wiring what they’ve found to a lean, hardcore-influenced sound. This day-drunk, punks-on-a-road-trip sound is increasingly fashionable, and at this point, Advertisement isn’t doing anything that, say, Sheer Mag hasn't done before, but the two best songs here, opener “Past is Alive” and closer “Cryin’ Wild” fuse the joy of the unironic guitar solo with the joy of the mosh pit successfully enough to be optimistic for what they’ll do next.

Isaac Olson

Jaap Blonk & Terrie Ex — Thirsty Ears (Terp)

“Are you listening?” Those are the first words you hear from Jaap Blonk on Thirsty Ears, and he poses the question with full knowledge that the question will be definitively answered before the track is done. He goes on to describe the process of listening, catalogs sounds quite like the ones you will hear throughout this record and then describes the vanity of trying not to hear him. “You block your hearing but it won’t work,” he crows. Rest assured, you will either give this record your full attention or turn it off; there is no middle ground. Blonk is a master sound poet, his voice an elastic instrument that can groan, croon, gargle, or articulate so flexibly that he could have voiced every machine and critter in contemporary non-live-action Hollywood if he would only consent to being told what to do. But he is a free man, abetted here by another man just as free. Terrie Ex is equally unwilling to be boxed in, even by his own extensive history of free, punk and African-derived music making. He matches Blonk’s utterances and ultra-theatrical speech with detuning adventures that make his guitar sound like a time-lapse documentation of a the sounds of a suspension bridge’s slow deterioration in the centuries after the humans clear out.

Bill Meyer

Boneshaker — Thinking Out Loud CD/LP (Trost)

Thinking Out Loud by BONESHAKER

Boneshaker does not want to keep you in the dark. The trio includes Chicago free jazz veterans Mars Williams and Kent Kessler plus citizen of the world Paal Nilssen-Love. The band’s name tells you what they aim to do, and album’s title tells you how they do it. Their collective cv includes work with Peter Brötzmann, Ken Vandermark, Otomo Yoshihide and Hal Russell; these guys have learned from the best about how to shiver timbers, and given they longevity of their involvement with high energy improvisation (the Americans are in their 60s, Nilssen-Love is in his 40s), they’re teachers too. The ability to blow as hard as Albert Ayler, to launch a percussive barrage that’ll stop a bus and to propel the whole affair with resonant bass patterns is necessary, but not sufficient. You also have to think while you’re doing it, so that soul and exhilaration come together with coherence and logic. Listen and learn.

Bill Meyer

Dark Blue — Fight to Love b/w For You (12XU)

Fight To Love by Dark Blue

“Warning: This song is going to be rubbish.” That’s the first thing you hear on John Sharkey III’s latest single, a young boy managing expectations for, most likely, his dad. But no need for that, because the a-side is a grand and gothy guitar fest, with giant arc’ing chords and fizzing smoke-pot riffs that sound more like 1970s radio metal than anything punk. Sharkey sings, as always, in a hollowed out baritone that’s somehow snide and doomedly romantic. The second side is a cover of the Anti-Nowhere League’s 1982 single “For You.” Even the original was far less scatological than the band’s big hit “So What” but Sharkey has turned it into an existential anthem, slower, more echo-ridden and full of frustrated longing. No rubbish here, just a reminder of how good Dark Blue can be.

Jennifer Kelly

Ravyn Lenae — Crush (Three Twenty Three)

Totally unhinged and memorable ululations herald the arrival of many great songs, and Ravyn Lenae's at the beginning of "Sticky" ranks among them. Not just that, but syrupy organ and snappy guitar capture the total abandon and carnal pleasure in getting sticky, however you might please. Inventiveness, especially experimenting with texture, is de rigueur in R&B lately, and Lenae and producer Steve Lacy explore their own sound through layered vocals, punchy but smooth production and unexpected key changes. Lenae attempts to sustain the magic of the EP's opening number throughout, but both of Lacy's vocal turns are distractingly blasé, and the unique pose of first sound never surfaces again as assured. There are enough creative risks here to suggest that 18-year-old Lenae could further develop this sound into something that can be better sustained. For now the abandon of "Sticky" and the music that follows is like diving into an ice-cream on a hot day: It feels great to let loose and let the sugar drip all over, but after that there's nothing much special about having sticky hands.

Bryan Daly

The Lovely Eggs — This Is Eggland (Egg Records)

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“Wiggy Giggy” is maybe the most exuberantly silly song you’ll hear all year, from its chanted backbone of “wiggy, wiggy, giggy,” repeated ad infinitum, to its giant clanging guitar riffs, to its sweetly demented vocals, courtesy of Lovely Eggs diva Holly Ross, who is married to David Blackwell, the band’s other half. The song is so much fun, and so ridiculous, that it could only have come from a band completely unconcerned with public reception – a band, perhaps, the records and releases its material completely on its own. And this, in fact, is what we have here, a band that has completely immunized itself to popular opinion and can consequently do what they like. What do they like? Think of the Breeders joyful riffery, crossed with Imperial Teen’s way with a hook, with a bit of Flaming Lips spliced in, and you’ll be close. The Lovely Eggs don’t care if you like their music, but if you have any fondness for psychedelically tinged pop rock, you will. Marc Riley does, and think how many DIY bands he has to wade through on an average work day.

Jennifer Kelly

Nick Millevoi’s Desertion Trio w. Jamie Saft — Midtown Tilt (Shhpuma)

Midtown Tilt by Desertion Trio with Jamie Saft

Desertion? Hey, why not? Anyone playing western-themed music in Philadelphia probably has some kind of evacuation in mind. But even the desert’s likely to be left behind when this combo gets cooking. Guitarist Nick Millevoi kicks off Midtown Tilt with a skirling line bold enough to light up a dune-studded horizon. His lead, however, is more of an anchor than a spotlight. Drummer Kevin Shea’s pummeling attack seems bent on blowing the music off course, and guest organist Jamie Saft’s references are more storefront church than arid vista. And that’s just the first tune.

Lucky for Millevoi, bassist Johnny De Blasé has a healthy respect for the pulse, because he’s often the guy holding the center. Sometimes he can lure Shea into the pocket, but Saft takes full advantage of his guest soloist role to detour around and redirect the guitarist’s stark melodies at every opportunity.

Bill Meyer

Meshell Ndegeocello—Ventriloquism

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If someone told you that bad-ass bassist Meshell Ndegeocello was covering Prince on her next album, the last track you’d expect her to revisit would be “Sometimes It Snows in April,” a strummy, acoustic ballad from Under the Cherry Moon that sounds, for the Purple one, downright folky. Yet her soft-focus cover of the Artist Formerly Known As’ least funky cut is just a taste of the chilled out vibe Ndegeocello brings to formerly nasty grooves including TLC’s megahit “Waterfalls” and George Clinton’s “Atomic Dog.” The covers on Ventriloquism share a bleached out vibe that comes partly from Ndegeocello’s soothing voice, but also from cool temperature arrangements that favor pastel tone-washes over slap and pop. Maybe that’s why Ndegeocello sounds the most comfortable in reservedly powerful “Private Dancer” or, once the silly spoken word is over, Sade’s quiet storm classic “Smooth Operator.” Yeah, maybe a little too smooth.

Jennifer Kelly

Overmono — Rinse FM, Boiler Room live sets

What is it about Overmono’s sublime blend of junglist memories, lead foot techno and airy ambient that puts them a cut above their contemporaries? The latest answer to that question comes in the form of these two live sets just days apart, the former in support of Derrick Carter in Moscow (ably assisted by Irish up-and-comer Or:la, also worthy of mention here) and the latter on Hessle Audio’s usual Rinse slot. Starting with “U-Plastics” from the mammoth #savefabric comp, I can say with confidence that there’s nothing I’ve enjoyed more consistently over the last year and a half than London-based brothers of a single mother Ed and Tom Russell, aliases Tessela and Truss, who have been reliably plying their trades in the orbit of R&S, Poly Kicks and Perc Trax for years now. As the Arla triptych on XL and Water the Planets giveaway mix demonstrated, Overmono is a collaborative leap from the marginalia of heady British rave investigations into the wild blue yonder of open-ended rhythm, noise and melody — a less seamless but altogether more fascinating affair on every level. It’s a poor dancing experience but a great listening one, in other words, as they guiltlessly ransack genre and era alike with equal fervor. It’s also without equal in this sphere right now.

Patrick Masterson

Parasight — At Leve Som Hvis der Var et Håb (Indisciplinarian)

This first full-length release from Danish d-beat band Parasight sends a number of provocatively mixed signals. Not musically — Parasight plays straightforward metallic punk, driven by the signature rhythm Discharge canonized in the early 1980s. Occasionally the band experiments with a breakdown, as in “Grådigheden Selv,”or a more mid-tempo intro, as on “Håbløst.” On the whole, the songs are well structured, passionately executed and compelling. The more interesting stuff operates at the level of suggestion. Unlike a lot of European bands that play heavy music, Parasight insists on composing lyrics in their native language; they up the ante by not offering translations on inserts or on Bandcamp. In interviews they’ve suggested a desire to position themselves in the tradition of Danish heroic poetry. All that sounds pretty nationalist, which isn’t great news if one is looking for the leftist stance that has always dominated d-beat and crust. But the album art references the tragic drowning of a Syrian Kurdish boy, Alan Kurdi, rendered internationally infamous through a series of photos of the recovery of his tiny body on the Turkish shoreline. The title of the record translates, “To live as if there is still hope.” All of that begs the question: what forces have eradicated hope? Where can we find the resources to continue living? What does Alan Kurdi have to do with it? It’s the sort of conundrum that our instant, digitized and indiscriminate access to art and information makes painfully evident. The way the pun in the band’s name focuses those issues — am I seeing clearly? — in its English presentation only increases the provocation.

Jonathan Shaw

Preening — Greasetrap Frisbee (Ever/Never)

Greasetrap Frisbee by Preening

Erratic rhythms jitter manically, bass and drums punching out dance figures for odd numbers of flailing, electro-shocked limbs. Free jazz sax splatters in skronky blotches during the intervals between inscrutable chants. Preening, trio out of Oakland, churns a no wave noise just playful and rhythmic enough to incite a St. Vitus dance. (Members go by single names, but a little googling reveals that they are music critic Sam Lefebvre on drums, Max Nordile on saxophone and Alejandra Alcala on bass.) On a limb, I’d call “Associated Press” the catchy single, its off-tempo drum and bass racket punctuated by frantic reed abuse and chanted madness. See-sawing “Face On” serves as the crowd pleasing hit, as it teeters on tipsy bass, skitters to speed in double-time nervous attacks and earns a round of live applause. “P.O. Box,” which is literally about a band member’s mail receptacle, channels Preening’s unruly energy most effectively, but things are always apt to fall apart, never more so than on the title track, a collection of bleats, drum crashes, spoken asides and inchoate noises pieced together out of studio outtakes.

Jennifer Kelly

Sonny Rollins — Way Out West (Craft)

Sixty years after Way Out West’s release, the cover still makes it look like a gimmick (and it's still hard to tell if it's best read as camp, kitsch or subversion). When drummer Shelly Manne opens the album with a hoof beat rhythm, the strangeness continues, but as soon as Sonny Rollins' saxophone begins, it's clear that there's no joke here. The album marks the first jazz album of a sax-bass-drums trio (ditching the piano and its chords), a startling shift away from the work Rollins had just done on Thelonious Monk's Brilliant Corners and a forerunner of his later unaccompanied experiments.

If the album marks a pivotal moment, it should also be remembered on its own terms, hence the 60th anniversary two LP reissue. Rollins remains amazing, and the record catches him in peak form. Bassist Ray Brown, unfortunately too low in the mix, keeps up, but this set is Newk's show, his tone rich and his melodies — whether in the playfulness of “I'm an Old Cowhand” or the increasing heat of “There Is No Greater Love” — surprising. The bonus record, among other tracks, includes a couple unreleased takes, and the extra-hip extended version of “Way Out West” feels most necessary of this material, all of which makes for as inspiring a current listen as it does a historical study. Cowboy hats are optional, but beneficial.

Justin Cober-Lake

Chris Smither — Call Me Lucky (Signature Sounds)

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It's a little strange that a songwriter's album would be most notable for a cover and for reworkings, but not necessarily a bad thing. In Call Me Lucky. Smither reworks Chuck Berry's “Maybellene” as a deep blues number, changing the song from a teenage bit of hilarity into something truly dark and sad, recasting the entire narrative. The performance is less a gimmick and more an insight. Smither follows it with “Down to the Sound,” a complex number full of realism, hurt, and a taste of unlikely optimism. Even the upbeat country-blues of “Nobody Home” reveals the loss of human connection in our culture, whether in a neighborhood, a church, or the public square.

Smither's tight songwriting drives the album, but Call Me Lucky comes with an unusual second disc that includes one Beatles cover (“She Said She Said”) and five new versions of originals from the first disc. It feels a bit like a bonus disc, but these versions are fully fleshed out. In the context of Smither's songwriting and his covers, the new performances provide a look into the way small decisions (or large ones in the case of “Everything on Top”) can shape the experience of a song, and helping to differentiate between terms like “song,” “track,” and “performance.” It doesn't need to be a heady experience, though. After all, they're just good songs well-executed, sometimes twice.

Justin Cober-Lake

Tangents — Stents + Arteries EP (Temporary Residence)

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As the title suggests, this release from Australian group Tangents is concerned with matters of the heart a little more literally than most, the pulse and thrum of that muscle inside all of our chests whether it’s racing or soothingly steady. Comprised of two new tracks plus an extended version of soon-to-be-album track “Arteries”, the EP blends together varies threads of jazz, electronic and post-rock music so effortlessly and compellingly that it might take a couple of listens for the boldness of their approach to really sink in. You can catch hints of influences, everything from the Necks to Can to IDM, but what makes this EP such a joy to listen to is how Tangents make their sound simply their sound, and how natural it feels. More than anything else, the 20 minutes here indicates that June’s New Bodies is going to be worth waiting for.

Ian Mathers

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