#becoming x

[47hourclock]

sneaker pimps

[iamdangerace]

Sneaker Pimps, 6 Underground from Becoming X (1996).

In 1996, I had a crush on Kelli Dayton Ali's voice. Her voice is an ASMR experience, for me. It sounds like that feeling after really good sex. It sounds like the taste of good whiskey and a cigarette. It sounds like . . . a moment.

[nineteenfiftysix]

Sneaker Pimps - Waterbaby (Becoming X, 1996)

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Future!Noir hacker AU in which Frank is a cybercriminal called out of retirement by Brian Schechter: an underworld middleman who built an android called Gerard.

Author: rayla_x

[onesonghastogo]

becoming x by sneaker pimps (this one is gonna be really hard for me lol)

[soapdispensersalesman]

Been listening all day

[musicandoldmovies]

Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X

[jollymalt]

pirate timebomb but make it extra soft

[mitjalovse]

The 90's electronic dance music consisted of a lot of varied triumphs. Some sadly didn't do much later on despite the promise they showed. For instance, Sneaker Pimps' debut gave us a different band than whatever the consequent versions were. True, we can applaud the group for taking that much of a risk, yet did they really have to go all the way here? I get their reasons, though they could've done the same with the original lineup, which had a certain chemistry. Then again, would that have much difference in their fortunes thanks to the way the style they worked in turned later on? True, they were put in a trip hop bracket despite having their own niche there. Maybe the latter meant they felt free to follow their whim by abandoning their most famous sound.

[richarlotte]

Tuesday’s Wisdom.

[stealingyourbones]

Danny has been having issues trying to find a job that allows him to use his powers. He’s no longer in the superhero scene anymore but why not still put his powers to use?

After successfully gaining a job as a Stuntman, he didn’t know what he signed himself up to do but he took multiple classes to prepare and fell in love with the profession. His powers letting him further excel in his career as things like flight, intangibility, and duplication all were things that studio heads were delighted of as it lessened the cost of production.

Stuntman don’t get a lot of recognition by average film goers which is fine for Danny. Staying under the radar and living a normal life is all he could ever ask for.

Sadly for Danny, that anonymity didn’t last forever. Danny was hired as a stunt performer in a 90s satire esque autobiography movie written and starring the Gotham Billionaire Bruce Wayne.

During an on set interview midway though Bruce explaining to the interviewer that Hot Shots was his biggest inspiration for this film, Danny casually walked behind the set, just trying to get to the costume department and thinking nothing of being temporarily on camera behind the Billionaire.

The day the interview was uploaded onto YouTube, Danny’s phone was blowing up from messages from his friends and family telling him he had become an internet sensation overnight. It turns out his casual walk behind Bruce Wayne led to the internet losing their minds trying to find the Bruce Wayne look-alike. I mean, Danny DID become Bruce’s primary stunt double because he looked so similar, that’s the whole point of stunt doubles, but Danny didn’t think it was THAT similar.

[nineteenfiftysix]

Sneaker Pimps - How Do (Becoming X, 1996)

[vveirdvvitch]

Straw spun from gold

She craves a tortured soul

All doom and gloom

She plays an open wound

[webism]

jerking businessman!nanami off at his desk while he works because everything has been so monotonous and boring and you're just trying to give your coworker a little bit of reprieve from a hard day at work. he's been so short with you lately that you figured a little TLC might soothe his temper.

you're sitting beside him, pretending to go over his papers with him in case someone happens to peer in through his office door. they'd see him slightly hunched, head tilted downwards in what they assume to be reverent dedication to his work.

but really he's just trying not to drool all over his paperwork. his lips are parted, eyes already glossy with all of his pent-up needs. it's been so long since he's cum—he's just been so busy and masturbating has always been a ritual of sorts to him that requires a clear mind. so every touch from you feels electric and he can see the smile on your face in his peripheral vision.

he's a leaking mess. he has no clue how he's supposed to explain the drools of pre-cum that are smeared all over the fly of his pants where you've hooked him out of them. maybe he'll go home sick. god who is he kidding he never calls in sick even that one time his temperature was—

"kento, stop thinking."

he blinks, and glances to you. god you're so pretty, sitting innocently as if your manicured fingers arent squeezing around his cock. he wonders what you'd feel like in other senses: how warm your mouth is, how inviting you'd be if he bent you over his desk and fucked you stupid as retribution for pulling this stunt. he'd make you walk around for the rest of the day with his cum leaking out of you.

the imagery is too much. his hips stutter upwards out of his desk chair and he's opening his mouth to warn you of his climax when you suddenly lean forwards and take the tip of his cock into your mouth.

he thinks he could die. warm like he had imagined, you swirl your tongue over his tip and draw out the most intense orgasm that kento has ever had in his boring life, right there in his office. the irony isn't lost on him, but he's too busy revelling in the way you hollow your cheeks out and swallow every last drop of the cum he gives you to care.

once you've milked him for all he has, you pull back and stand up to straighten out your clothes. you still look perfect, presentable and as gorgeous as he thought you were when you walked in this morning—god the last thing he thought he'd get from you today was his load down your throat.

you lean in, press a kiss to his lips that tastes more like himself than he's ever known himself to taste, and then take a step back to look him up and down.

"you should clean yourself up," you smile. "you're a mess, mr nanami."