#cleveland playlist

[eastsideofthemoon]

Playlist inspired by Michael and Book

I'll be adding songs periodically

[omegaradiowusb]

APRIL 15, 2024 B (#374)

Sonny Rollins: "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot" John Ambercrombie: "Lungs" Crusaders, The: "So Far Away" Judy Bailey Quartet, The: "The Eleven Eight Song" Billy Cobham: "A Funky Kind Of Thing" Terry Callier: "Dancing Girl" Cleveland Eaton: "Hamburg 302" Harry Beckett: "Moondancer" Deodato: "Crabwalk" Freddie Hubbard: "The Surest Things Can Change" Herbie Hancock: "Actual Proof" Emily Remler: "Eleuthra"

Omega Radio comes in clutch to save WUSB's continuity by filling in for Music Library Gems and airs its second show of the broadcasting day. We play an easy-going two bonus hours of jazz and fusion for discriminating samplists, crate-diggers, and vinyl treasurers alike; with no song in this set running less than seven minutes each.

April is not over yet. We still have many more deluxe Springtime sounds to go. Tune in two weeks as we air new, current, and favorite sounds and artists from everywhere. See you then.

April 29, 2024 (Midnight-3AM): deluxe Omega.

May 13, 2024 (Midnight-3AM): deluxe Omega.

May 27, 2024 (Midnight-3AM): final deluxe Spring ‘24 Omega.

[djhamaradio]

[dreamlandgirlie]

literally nobody asked but here are some taylor swift lyrics that i relate to baseball bc i am a girl of very few interests

the great war — “there’s no morning glory, it was war, it wasn’t fair”

hits different — “i find the artifacts, cried over a hat, cursed the space that i needed. i trace the evidence, make it make some sense why the wound is still bleeding”

superman — “i always forget to tell you ‘i love you,’ i’ve loved you from the very first day”

new years day — “i’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town babe, or if you strike out and you’re crawling home”

call it what you want — “my castle crumbled overnight, i brought a knife to a gun fight, they took the crown but it’s alright”

literally all of long live, etc

[reignpage]

Modern au!Masterlist

Playlist FAQ Meet the cast:

Majors Who are they? Instas (jjk men) Readers' socials style JJk men's socials style

Gojo ❥ San Miguel: bottoms up (pt 1) ❥ Staropramen: drink up ❥ Stella Artois: stella? i barley know ya (pt 2) ❥ Birra Moretti: on the rocks (pt 3) ❥ Carling lager: shaken, not stirred (pt 4) ❥ Estrella Damm: don't drink and run ❥ Peroni Nastro Azzurro: brewing fun (pt 5) ❥ Corona Extra: sobering up (pt 6) Geto ❥ 1923 BMW R32: put your keys in my ignition (pt 1) ❥ 1937 Brough Superior SS100: take me for a ride (pt 2) ❥ 1957 Harvey-Davidson Sportster: bumpy ride (pt 3) ❥ Ducati 350 Desmo: rev my engine ❥ Yamaha XT500: slowing down (pt 4) ❥ Norton Commando: speeding up (pt 5) ❥ Kawasaki W800: flashing lights ❥ Aprilia Tuono: halting to a stop (pt 6) Choso ❥ Fauvism: strong colours and fierce brushwork (pt 0) ❥ Rococo: aristocratic leisure (pt 1) ❥ Suprematism: pure artistic feeling (pt 2) ❥ Surrealism: exploration of dreams (pt 3) ❥ Classicism: practice strokes ❥ Arte Povera: humility and irony (pt 4) ❥ Precisionism: sharp cuts (pt 5) Toji ❥ Boston Celtics: he's sweet, really ❥ Chicago Bulls: the virtue of training ❥ Atlanta Hawks: catharsis ❥ Brooklyn Nets: things we really shouldn't do (pt 1) ❥ Charlotte Hornets: plans in motion (pt 2) ❥ Cleveland Cavaliers: full college experience (pt 3) ❥ Dallas Mavericks: nothing but net (pt 4) ❥ Detroit Pistons: reaching for the ball ❥ New York Knicks: jumping through hoops (pt 5) ❥ Miami Heat: setting boundaries (pt 6) ❥ Philadelphia 76ers: shoot and a miss (pt 7) ❥ Indiana Pacers: faking left Nanami Slightly different structure than the others, read the Guide, but general idea is the parts prior to Pt 1 are both before and afters (pls ask for clarification if confused)

❥ Universal Gravitation: attracted to his mass (pt 0) ❥ Conservation of energy: changing forms for you (pt 0) ❥ Conservation of angular momentum: his torque ❥ Newton's first law: without you (pt 0.5) ❥ Newton's third law: steps back and forward (pt 0.5) ❥ Coulomb's first law: unlike charges attract each other (pt 1) ❥ Speed of Light: propogate your light through my vacuum (pt 2) ❥ Kirchoff's Law: calculating resistance (pt 3) ❥ Ohm's Law: potential difference (pt 4) ❥ Newton's second law: rate of change (pt 5)

Sukuna ❥ Judas: a king with no crown (pt 1) ❥ Brutus: et tu? (pt 2) ❥ Ephialtes: reveal the path to home (pt 3) ❥ Winston Smith: her, not me (pt 4) ❥ Quisling: crumbling defences ❥ Mir Jafar: puppeteer (pt 5) ❥ Hanssen: disasters all around ❥ Jingwei: abandon us (pt 6) ❥ Caesar: all roads (pt 7) ❥ Ames: espionage ❥ Petain: losing it all pt 1 ❥ Petain: losing it all pt 2 ❥ Satan: the end and the beginning

[blacklighttemple]

Blacklight Temple, Dec 01, 2022

Oh well heck, I guess I never posted this! Maybe the last ever Blacklight Temple, who knows; I may get back to it someday. In the meantime, I'm starting to put together Spotify playlists based on my shows, and here's the first one. Not all tracks aired were available, but its pretty close.

Hour One

Joy Division - Atrocity Exhibition

Rhea's Obsession - Dreaming Blade

Tones on Tail - Means of Escape

Shadow of Fear* - Heartbreak Hotel

She Wants Revenge - Out of Control

Nine Inch Nails - Get Down Make Love

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Radiohead - The National Anthem

Kasabian - Club Foot (EddyÖ Losers Remix)

Filter & Crystal Method - Trip Like I Do

Sonic Youth - Kool Thing

Placebo - Hugz

Gary Numan & Tubeway Army - My Love Is A Liquid

Hour Two

Alien Sex Fiend - My Brain Is In the Cupboard

Alice Cooper - Slick Black Limousine

Adam and the Ants - Plastic Surgery

Chrome - Firebomb

Uncle Acid & the Deadbeats - 13 Candles

The Rolling Stones - Can't You Hear Me Knocking

The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Third Stone from the Sun

Queen - Lap of the Gods

Ween - The Rift

- indicates local (Cleveland, NE Ohio) band

[msbigredmachine]

Warm (Jey Uso/OC)

An on-again, off-again couple takes the snowy ride to the next town together.

PAIRING: Jey Uso x OC

Word Count: 6.3k

Warning: The usual smut and everything in between.

A/N: First fic of the year! Enjoy!

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Credit to the owners of the pics and gifs.

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"Hey girl, got a sec?"

Looking up to see Nia standing right in front of her, Malia stood up straighter. The locker room was full of her friends and fellow wrestlers, all done for the evening and packing up to leave the arena. "What's up?"

"I totally forgot that I agreed to carpool with Maxxine after the show," she said as they exited the locker room together. "I'm really sorry, it totally slipped my mind."

"Oh, that sucks," Malia said, a little disappointed as Nia was great company. "It's no big deal. I'll figure something out."

"Are you sure? It's starting to snow out there. Will you be okay on your own?"

"Alone on the road with full control of the heating and my own playlist?" Malia laughed. "I'll be fine."

Nia nodded. "Okay. I feel bad, so I'll ask around and see if anyone needs a ride. That way you can split the bills and stuff," she offered, pausing when she looked over Malia's shoulder. "Oooh, look who's coming our way," she grinned.

Curious, Malia turned around, and her heart skipped a beat as Josh Fatu walked in their direction, his carry-on behind him and his phone in front of him. She plastered an unbothered expression on her face and turned back to Nia, but the Irresistible Force saw right through the facade.

"Girl, you're blushing already!" she cackled. "You and him still fucking?"

"No, I'm not blushing. And no, we're not fucking," Not lately anyway, Malia added to herself, fluffing her Afro as nonchalantly as possible.

"Liar. You two crack me up, you're totally in love with each other but keep acting like you're not. I did warn you about the whole friends-with-benefits thing."

She did. And Malia caught feelings and had been trying to run from those feelings since. But not with much success, given that she and Josh were both part of the Monday Night Raw roster and lived in the same goddamn city which gave him plenty of access to her. The problem was she was falling in love and he wasn't, so she tried to save face by imposing an extended 'break' from each other, under the guise of 'seeing other people'. Being alone with him on a long midnight drive wasn't going to help her cause to break away.

"It's a three-hour trip from here to Cleveland. Think you can hold off for that long if you go together?" Nia asked, a little too gleefully for Malia's taste.

"Stop with the slander. You make it sound like I'm this raging nympho," she rebuffed.

"When it comes to him? Yes! I've witnessed it! You jump each other's bones every chance you get. How you guys aren't official, I'll never understand. He's getting closerrrr," Nia sang, clearly enjoying the way Malia was trying not to squirm. "Let me go talk to him."

Malia started to panic as Nia moved towards him. "Where are you going?" she warned, "Nia, no!"

"Um, you want a ride or not? Hey, Joshyyyy!"

"Savelina!" Malia hissed, falling silent when Josh looked up from his phone, his gaze lingering on her for a long, tense beat before moving to Nia. "Sup ladies," he said, tipping his bearded chin up in greeting. His jaw moved repeatedly, and she saw he was chewing gum when he opened his mouth to speak. Juicy Fruit, she predicted. His favorite.

"I heard you're driving by yourself tonight," Nia said to him.

His eyebrows rose skeptically. "Yeah..."

"You want a passenger? Cuz my girl over here needs someone to ride with, in more ways than one..."

"Lina, shut up," Malia cut in, stepping in front of her and meeting Josh head-on. "Forgive our friend, Becky hit her in the head too many times tonight," she explained, her insides warming when Jey laughed. "I was supposed to carpool with bitch over here but she made other plans and left me stranded. So umm...if you're going alone, would you mind if I tagged along?" Why the fuck did she sound like she was asking him to Prom?

Again, the air around them simmered with an unknown element. When he took longer than usual to respond, her heart sank a little. "It's cool if you don't want to, I can find someone else-"

"Nah, it's all good, uce, you can come along," he spoke up with a smile. "But I'm 'bout to leave right now, so if you ready-"

"I am," Malia answered, a bit too quickly, and flushed with embarrassment when the corner of his mouth curled upward in a bemused smile. It was then she realized that Nia had disappeared, leaving the two standing alone in the empty hallway.

"Uhh...We should get going," Malia spoke up, scratching awkwardly at the nape of her curly Afro.

Josh nodded, pausing as his eyes scanned her up and down again. "This what you wearin'?" he inquired.

She made a quick, albeit thorough twirl to show off her outfit, a short, figure-hugging beige dress accompanied by a black pair of furry knee-high Uggs. "Yeah, why? What's wrong with it?"

"It's a lil' chilly, no? I mean, don't get me wrong, you look real good, it's just-" Catching himself, he trailed off nervously before he could say anything else inappropriate.

"My jacket is right here, I'll be fine. But if I do get too cold, I'm sure you can keep me warm." Her smile was syrupy sweet as she let the innuendo sink in. The awkwardness was melting away, leaving only the sexual synergy they were both accustomed to.

Josh chuckled to himself and stepped closer to her. "A'ight, I see what'chu tryna do," he said in a lower, huskier timbre that made her loins flutter. "Let's get outta here before I do sum'n we'll both like."

She wanted to ask what was stopping him but instead took the hand he held out to her. It was big and protective and the gentle way he rubbed his thumb over hers always made her feel safe. Together they left the building and into the indoor parking lot. He helped her put her things in the trunk of his Ford Expedition rental, and she fought the urge to stare at his ass when he bent over.

As they began their journey, her gaze landed on her on-again, off-again 'boyfriend', his own fixed on the road ahead. Wearing a fitting dual-colored Nike tracksuit, he looked yummy himself. The hand that had held hers was now on the steering wheel, and she found herself wishing it was touching her again but on a more risqué part of her body this time. They were on a 'break' but she envisioned a lot of difficulty keeping things platonic tonight.

"Since when do you listen to Bon Jovi?" She broke the ice several minutes later, talking over the eighties rock ballad that was playing on the radio and was surprised it hadn't been turned off. "You always used to tell me to change that shit," she laughed.

"They not so bad, they got some good workout songs," he defended with a shrug. "How come you didn't take a flight tonight?" he asked.

She gave a shrug of her own. "I don't know. I probably should have. But with the weather and everything, there'd probably be tons of delays at the airport. I would have ended up sitting there all night. How about you?"

"Same. I prefer the open road anyway," he replied. "Drive fast, blast some good music, you know what it is." He shot her a grin, making selections on the GPS. "Everything good? You comfortable?"

Smoothing her dress down her crossed legs, she nodded and tilted her seat back. "Yeah, I'm good," she responded.

"So how was Christmas? Whatchu do? Spend time with your man?" Josh asked.

Malia snorted and flipped her hair. "Ain't no man. He's an insecure bum so he's gone. I stayed with my brother and his family for a few days, played with my nieces, they're so big now."

He wanted to feel bad about the way his heart leapt for joy about her relationship status. "I told you he was a bum from the jump, uce," he mumbled.

"Well, you were right. Congrats," she bit sarcastically.

"I ain't wanna be right though. I just want you to be happy," said Josh, exchanging a glance with her, his stare filled with its familiar warmth that was charged with something else.

Being here is a bad idea.

"What about you? You were with your boys and their mom, I'm guessing," she kept the conversation going.

"More of the boys, less of their mom," he clarified.

"That's it? No woman to warm your bed?"

He snorted and shot her a bombastic side-eye. "If I remember clearly, you sent the last woman I was with packin', with your razor-sharp ass tongue."

Malia burst out laughing. "Ha, that bitch? She's a clout-chasing airhead. One conversation with her and my IQ got fucked up. Stop messin' with those NXT bimbos, Joshua. It's not a good look."

"Why you so pressed though?" He had an idea, but he wanted to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.

"I'm not pressed. You smarter than that. She wasn't good for you."

"And you know this, how?"

Because she ain't me. None of them are. "I just know," was all she said.

"Huh. We seem to 'know' a lot about each other," Josh noted, "So why don't you want us to stay together?" he asked.

And there it is. "You already know the answer," she responded, with a hint of attitude.

"No I don't, so how 'bout you fill me in, huh," he retorted. They had stopped at a red light so he now had all the time to look her in the eye.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, she refused to get suckered in. "Because. Your roster is deep enough as it is," she mumbled.

"What roster?"

Malia huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, we gonna play dumb now? I'm not the only woman you're fucking, Joshua."

"The last person I had sex with was you, right before you dumped me for ol' boy," Josh replied, annoyance creeping into his tone.

"Correction. I did not dump you. Dumping implies that we were dating," Malia argued. "I distinctly remember you saying you weren't looking for nothin' serious, so it ain't dumping if there's no relationship to dump."

The silence that followed was deafening, even with the music playing. The temperature in the car plummeted several degrees. Josh simply shook his head. "Damn, that how you feel all this time? Okay then." he tsked, releasing the brakes as the light turned green. "A'ight. Note taken."

The hurt swirling in his voice surprised her. Rattled, she opened her mouth to speak, but wisely decided to close it back. Because there really was nothing to say. This was the consequence of getting involved with someone without setting clear boundaries; the result of repeatedly holding off the simple task of defining a relationship — nothing but uncertainty and heartache. It was the bed she made long ago and now she had to lie in it.

But oddly enough, that seemed to be the appeal of entanglements; the thrill, the warped sense of freedom to do whatever you wanted to each other with no strings. But intimacy always had its attachments, and Malia had been attached to Josh for a long, long time with no idea how to cut the strings without getting hurt.

"The snow seems to be getting worse," she changed the subject and with good reason. They seemed to be driving into a storm. The snowfall was heavier and the nearly empty highway was turning white. "Are you sure we'll make it into Cleveland like this?"

Her question was answered only a few seconds later, by the flashing lights and flares up ahead. A car wreck, and a bad one judging from the amount of fire, rescue, and police crews on the scene. As Josh slowed the car to a crawl, they were greeted by a gruesome tableau.

The many bright, flashing lights cast a grotesque glow on the crumpled remains of an SUV. A black bag, zipped and strapped to a stretcher, was being loaded into the back of an ambulance. Malia's eyes widened with horror. The mangled car was the same type as theirs, and the driver's seat was covered in blood, a lot of it splattered on the white snow. "Oh no...Babe..." she breathed.

Her voice was tiny. Scared. Josh grabbed her hand and squeezed it repeatedly to get her attention. "Ay, don't look. Look at me," he cajoled, waiting for her to do so, running his thumb over hers to quell her panic. "I'll take the next exit. Let's find somewhere to crash until morning." He cringed. "Bad choice of words. Sorry."

"You don't mind stopping?" she asked, feeling a little sick. There was no way she was going any further with what she'd just witnessed.

"Personally, I'd rather be late gettin' where I'm going than never gettin' there at all."

"I agree. I'll check if there's any available hotels nearby," she offered, reaching for her phone in the console.

"You good?" he checked on her again, his fingers flexing around hers.

"I'm okay. It's just...that was horrible," Malia shuddered. "But you calmed me down. You've always been good at that." She smiled gratefully at him.

"Mm-hmm," he mumbled, as he lifted the back of her hand to his lips in a gentle kiss. He then rested his hand on her bare leg, running it up her smooth chocolate skin. Ironically, her dress gave him perfect access to the sensitivity of her inner thigh, and he allowed his fingers to dance over it.

Malia cast her eyes down to watch his hand disappear under her dress. This was what she liked about him so much; his boldness, his sense of adventure. Only he could dare to touch on her while driving on a dark, sleety highway. "Boy, what are you doin'?" she asked as he squeezed her thigh. She tried to play it cool, tried to act like her skin had not been set ablaze by his touch.

"Keepin' you warm," he affirmed nonchalantly, as he slid his palm over her lace panties, his favorite on her, enjoying the feel of her moist warmth against the fabric. He had since learned that he couldn't stay mad at her for long. "I miss you," he whispered, breaching her underwear with one finger.

"I miss you too," she admitted, jerking as the finger slipped inside of her. "Oh, shit," she gasped, tilting her head back against the leather headrest.

"Phew, you wet as fuck," Josh whistled, eyeing up his ex with a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "Ol' boy wasn't fuckin' you like he should?"

Before she could answer, he slid another digit into her wetness, drawing another moan from her. She moved her legs further apart, causing her dress to ride higher up, and grabbed his wrist with both hands. "Fuck, yeah," she sighed, going slack in her seat.

Maybe it wasn't the brightest idea, Josh realized, as the sound of her wanton moans filled the car. As her pussy tightened around his fingers. He wasn't doing much for his own erect state by doing this, but the look on her face convinced him to keep going. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, keeping his eyes on the road. "How's that feel, hmm?" he asked.

The only response she could muster was another breathy moan while strengthening her grip on his wrist. She didn't want to come just yet, but between his fingers twisting deep inside her tightening core and the added heat rushing through her, she knew she wouldn't last long. She wanted this to last forever, just like every time she was with him; she clung desperately to every second, because each one was always better than the last. He just hit different. He always did.

The spell broke when she heard him curse and he abruptly stopped, slipping his fingers out of her. "The fuck?" she whined.

"Sorry, I had to," Josh explained, pointing. The smoky haze of passion and frustration cleared quickly enough for her to realize they had left the expressway and were now pulling into the parking lot of a hotel. Crossing her arms petulantly, she sat up straighter and pouted. "Goddamn tease. You ain't slick," she grumbled.

"Nope. But you are," he emphasized, holding up his fingers covered in her essence and bringing them to his mouth. "Mmm, sweet and spicy, like always."

His dirty snicker had her pussy clenching again. This man was going to be the death of her.

Parking the Expedition in front of the hotel door, they rushed in with their bags to the check-in desk and found the exhausted-looking receptionist behind the counter. It was clear they'd had a massive influx of people and that she was the only one handling everything.

"You're just in luck. We have one room left," the lady replied when Josh asked her if they had any vacancies. "It's probably our smallest room and only has one queen-sized bed, but it's perfect for a lovely couple like yourselves," she smiled warmly.

"We'll take it," Josh responded, handing over his credit card before Malia could reject it. Given the state of the weather outside and that horrendous crash they came across, it was likely the best, safest option.

They got the keycards and made a quick stop at the nearby Chipotle to get some food. Josh paid again, boxing Malia against the counter with his big frame and frowning menacingly at the cashier who had the nerve to flirt with her. Though there technically was no territory to mark, she didn't mind. Besides, it was cold outside and his body heat was inviting and much needed. Afterwards, they returned to the hotel and made it into the small room that was warm, toasty, and quite clean, making them feel a bit better that they wouldn't be stuck in some Bates Motel-type murder house.

"Last time we were stuck in a room together, we spent all afternoon working out how many pinning combinations we could make each other come in," Malia reminisced as she bit into her burrito.

"Yeah. I remember winning," Josh grinned proudly. "You can have the bed, by the way," he gestured to her. "Imma sleep on the couch, give you some space."

"Why?" Malia gave him a stern look. "The bed is big enough for both of us. Plus, your back will be fucked up if you sleep on that lil ass couch."

She wasn't wrong; the couch felt rather firm and it wouldn't be pleasant. Josh was trying to be a gentleman, but he ultimately agreed since driving tomorrow with a backache did not sound ideal.

After finishing their meals, they settled in, and Malia texted the Talent Relations rep to inform them of her and Josh's whereabouts. Unfortunately, the weather forecast on TV was pretty grim as they were expecting upwards of forty inches of snow. Getting to their destination in time tomorrow would be a tough ask.

Josh used the bathroom first to give Malia some privacy. When he re-emerged, she was stripped down to a short white bathrobe that did nothing to hide that body of hers, giving him a little peek of her voluptuous behind as she picked up her toilet bag.

Fuck.

"Babe, do you got a spare shirt I can sleep in?" She stood back upright, her throat drying up at the sight of his towel hanging low on his hips. She watched the rivulets of water drip down his tattooed chest and felt parched.

Josh swallowed. "Sure, I got somethin'." He crossed the room, reached inside his open luggage and pulled out a 'YEET' hoodie. "This okay?"

He gazed into her eyes, and Malia felt her knees quiver, almost like they were threatening to collapse beneath her. "Yeah, thanks," she smiled, taking the hoodie.

"You called me babe again." There was a small, teasing smile on his face.

Malia felt her face burn. "Oh, um...Yeah. Habit. Sorry..." Lost for words, she quickly departed, silently willing her limbs to not give out on her.

Waiting until the door had closed behind her, Josh sank down on the bed and tried to focus on the TV. He could hear her moving around. Brushing her teeth. Undressing. Rubbing his face, he groaned when he heard the shower start. After their argument in the car and what he did afterwards, his emotions were all over the place, and now they had to share this bed. Keeping his hands to himself was going to be a tough ask.

Keep your hands to yourself, Malia repeated to herself over and over as she finished up her skincare routine. It's just one night. Behave yourself. What happened in the car meant nothing.

Yes it did, the voice she fondly named 'Delulu', debated, He misses you, he said so himself. That's why he acted the way he did in the car. That's why he almost bit that cashier's head off in Chipotle.

She had a point. She recalled the full-blown lust in his eyes as he touched her, the eager movement of his fingers inside her as though he couldn't stop himself. Overall, it felt good to know he wasn't quite over her just as she wasn't quite over him.

Don't do it, her other voice, dubbed 'You Right' because it always was, warned. You're just his plaything, always have been. Why do you want to play house with a guy who doesn't love you like you love him? He just misses the pussy. That's it.

Good point.

But I miss the dick too! 'Delulu' pouted.

'You Right' rolled her eyes. Too bad. Take another shower, a cold one this time.

With a heavy sigh, Malia wrapped up her hair and put on her pajamas for the night. The hoodie was big on her, reaching her thighs. She decided against panties, having made up her mind about the voice she was going to listen to.

She returned to the warmth of the bedroom, instantly landing on the ruggedly handsome man stretched out on the left side of the bed. His favorite side. His gaze flickered from the TV to her, his lips twitching into a small smile.

"You make my merch look so sexy, baby," he commented.

"Why thank you Daddy," she replied, then froze, her eyes wide. Shit, did she just say that out loud? Judging from the heated look in his eyes, the answer was yes. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as they regarded each other.

Sitting up straight in the bed, Josh clapped his hands. "A'ight, enough of this. Come here," he growled.

She thought he would never ask. She hurried to the bed and crawled towards him. He sat up straighter and reached for her, their lips crashing together before he had finished pulling her onto his lap. All the weeks of pent-up urges and desires came pouring out of them both as they kissed like the desperate, needy souls they had become. They only pulled back long enough to take off his t-shirt before they embraced again. His bronzed skin was warm underneath her palms, the touch of his hands seemingly burning through the hoodie onto her own.

Without breaking the kiss, Josh shifted so that they were lying on their sides, helping her tug his sweatpants down his hips. Once they were gone, he pulled her tightly against him as he slid his leg between hers, draping her top leg over his waist. He then pushed his hands under her hoodie, his fingers digging into her waist to grind her against his thigh. Malia smiled at his surprised gasp, his realization that she was wearing his merch and only that. She knew he could feel the moistness of her core, smearing his upper thigh as their kisses got even more heated. She let him pull off the hoodie, and Josh's eyes blazed with need as he gathered her right breast in his hand and devoured it with sucks and licks. Meanwhile her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking for a few moments before easing him inside her.

"Oh, shit," Josh froze, his expression slightly panicked, "I ain't got-"

"Calm down, I still got my IUD. You good." She kissed his lips and reared back a little, letting him push fully inside her, and he ripped his mouth from hers in a low groan and tucked his face in her neck.

"Fuck, Malia..."

She moaned with him, gripping his muscular shoulders as he moved inside her, and groaned again when his hand scraped down her back to squeeze her ass cheek tightly.

"Mmmph..."

"Yeah, I know you like that," he whispered, slapping her ass this time, his breath hot and heavy against her face. "Say my name baby, call out for me."

"Joshua...Daddy..."

"Mm-hmm, I love it. God, you're fuckin' beautiful," he said, his voice rough with need as he tongue-kissed her slowly, matching his grinding thrusts, sending chills running all over her body.

"Ohhh," she gasped, tensing in his arms, bewildered by her desire for him.

"Relax. I gotchu," he promised with another hungry, borderline sloppy kiss. He was nearing the pit of her stomach with his lengthening strokes, but he wanted more. He held up her thick thigh, automatically sliding him even deeper inside her. A big smile lit up his face as her mouth fell open; he knew she could feel all of it, the head of his dick toying with her g-spot, her breathing quickening as her slick moisture made its presence known with every push of his dick into her.

"Hear that?" Josh whispered, "Hear how wet you are?"

Malia dug her nails into his skin, staccato breaths pulling from her lungs as he rammed up into her again and again. "Shit," she whined, "Aw fuck, please don't stop," she begged, tears gathering in her eyes at the thought of him ceasing his actions.

"I ain't stoppin' baby." He couldn't seem to stop kissing her, doing it again as he increased his speed, his dick all up in her wet pussy. The sensations were dizzying, taking her to another dimension. "Uuuunh," she cried out with a shudder, the flutter of her pussy around his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

"You wanna come, babe? Wanna come for Daddy huh?" He pressed his forehead against hers, his hypnotic eyes holding her gaze as her whimpers for him grew louder. "Come, Malia," he urged with gritted teeth, his heart pounding from the emotions vibrating through him. "Come, baby girl. Nut on Daddy's dick. You look so beautiful when you come."

Malia heard what sounded like waves crashing in her ears. Immediately her body seized up, and her voice was a high-pitched cry as the pleasure ripped through her. Moaning his name repeatedly, her head fell back and she saw stars as the bliss took over.

Man, she missed being touched like this, kissed like this...fucked like this.

Still trembling, she was vaguely aware of him pulling out, letting her leg down and rolling on top of her. Stroking her face, he stared at her with a mix of wonder and tenderness and something else she couldn't quite determine in his eyes.

"What?" she pressed.

Josh licked his lips, looked away for a second and then back at her.

"I love you."

She expected to be shocked, stunned by his declaration. Instead, it felt more like a eureka moment, like she had finally cracked a passcode she had been struggling with for eons, like the world had at last righted itself after an eternity of confusion.

"What took you so long?" she asked, emotion seeping through her tone.

"I don't know," he confessed, and when her brows furrowed, he elaborated. "I just know I can't do this no more. I'm fuckin' tired. I been feelin' this way for too long. You the only one that makes me feel like this."

"Like how?" she breathed. She wanted to hear it, wanted to know if his agony has been anything similar to hers for the past couple of months.

"Like I'm empty inside when I'm not with you. Even when I'm with someone else, I feel like I'm cheating on you," he went on, suddenly feeling free, unburdened. "I can't stop thinking about you, can't function...I don't just want sex, Malia. That's all good but I wanna be your man. For real this time. I want you."

There it was again, that intensity in his eyes that never failed to steal what was left of her breath. If this was a dream, she did not want to wake up. "I love you too. I wanna be with you. Let's not break up ever again. I don't like not being around you," she admitted.

"Same here," he said, covering her mouth with his. This kiss was so passionate, so deep and all-consuming, that she struggled to hang on to her sanity. She groaned against his mouth as he found his way back inside her with a couple of swift, seamless strokes. Her wetness instantly enveloped him again, prompting his hips to roll seemingly on their own accord. Malia wound her arms around him, holding him as close to her as possible. There was no more talk after that, letting their bodies do the talking, writhing together as if they were meant to exist that way.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby," he told her.

Immediately, she wound them around his waist with her ankles locked tight behind his lower back as he rocked into her. She moved with him, matching his tempo in a sweet symphony. There was no space between their flesh; and whatever tiny space remained was closed off with delicious, decadent kisses with lots of tongue. They savored every second in each other, every gasp and moan they elicited from the other. Her wetness compromised the friction between them as his dick slipped in and out of her with ease that still kept her walls snug and taut around him.

"God, you feel so good, baby," she moaned in his ear, weaving her fingers through his soft hair, anchoring him to her as though fearful that he would slip away at any given moment.

"I can feel you dripping all over my dick. You make me wanna pound this good pussy," he mumbled against her neck, his tongue swiping over her heated skin.

"Then pound it," she murmured, spearing him with a hot, hungry look when their eyes met. "Pound my pussy, Daddy, I need it," she practically begged, her voice a pleading whine.

"Bet." Caressing her thighs for a few seconds, he then propped her legs on each of his broad shoulders. Her gaze met the ceiling, clouded over with lust as he hunched over her, working his big dick in her. All she could see within the bluish hue of the small room was his larger, muscular body looming over her, like a glowing, almost nightclub-like dreamscape. His chest tattoos were a beautiful mural that she couldn't stop herself from worshiping, and she leaned up to drag her tongue along his nipple, flicking the hard bud playfully as she caressed his triceps. She was rewarded with harder snaps of his hips, his balls mashing against her ass from how deep he was digging. Every time she tried to look at it, she would grow weak from the sensitivity and fall back against the bed.

"Fuck, Joshua..."

"Mmhmm, I know it feel good. Your tight little pussy is creaming for me," he rasped. Holding her down to the bed, he circled his hips while buried in her for good measure, making her pussy greedily grip the entirety of his girthy length and wringing moans of pleasure from both of them. Dipping her hand down between her thighs, she rubbed on her clit only for her eyes to roll back as an intense fire lit inside her like a firework. Then, clearly intending to destory her, he sat back on his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding them to his chest as he thrust faster and harder.

"Oh my god," Malia sighed, planting one hand up against the headboard to steady herself. She could feel her breasts bouncing recklessly with each stroke, felt his long fingers grab one and massage it in his hands, then the other, arousing her even more. His dick pulsed inside her as she tightened around him with increasing frequency. She willingly let him take her as he wanted, because she wanted to feel all of him, savor the sight of him breaking down and plunging headfirst into that secret place of pleasure that belonged to them and them alone.

The tricky part was Josh wanted to take her there first. He switched up again by pinning her knees into the pillow on either side of her head, opening her wide. He fucked her like a man possessed, the force of his movements knocking the bed hard and repeatedly against the wall. His hard, pounding thrusts had her pushing her face into the pillow and screaming into it. They hoped the room was soundproof. Either way, he didn't stop, not until the coil inside her body unraveled, and Malia screamed again as she came, hard and hot, her orgasm flushing through her like a tidal wave. It was the sweetest, the realest, the product of the joining of not just their bodies, but something deeper, too.

Josh must have been thinking the same thing, because when he stopped to stare her down again with those beautiful eyes of his, they glittered with warmth and affection. They gazed at each other, the stunned joy of their shared feelings morphing into something richer, something fiercer. He really did love her, she could see it right there on his face. She didn't quite know how she managed to miss it before.

The air between them thickened as they remembered they were still naked and entwined. Reverting back to their primal, passionate state, Josh moved again, thrusting all up in her dripping tightness. Malia gripped his hips to pull him deeper, her fingers digging into the flesh of his ass as he pounded into her with newfound ruthlessness. The mattress squeaked underneath them, mixing with their moans and whimpers and the wet slapping sounds of their bodies. He was close; his strokes became increasingly erratic, his grunts heavier and more vocal, his cock pulsing inside her pussy and his balls tightening.

"Fuuuck, I'm comin' baby, come catch this nut," he pulled out of her and quickly straddled her torso, stroking his dick in her face. Malia opened her mouth wide and poked out her tongue, watching his gorgeous face twist in painful pleasure as he unloaded in her mouth, thick spurts of his salty sweet cum flooding her tongue. Completely turned on, she rubbed herself with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, stroking him harder to milk him to the last drop. His deep, throaty groan broke her all over again, plummeting her into another incredible orgasm, brought on by the sheer power of his.

Josh's chest heaved as he watched her slap his dick on her open tongue, coated white with his release. He then ordered in a husky voice, "Swallow it."

Malia obeyed heartily, slipping his cum down her throat then gently sucked him off for a couple of seconds, moaning softly from the unique taste of him mixed with her. Josh fought off the urge to nudge his dick deeper into her mouth and pulled away to lie down next to her. The realization of what had just happened must have hit both of them at the same time, because with one glance at each other, they burst out laughing.

"Damn," was all she had the energy to utter, allowing him to pull her against him as their joint laughter rumbled between them. He fucked the shit out of her. She felt like a brand new woman, even now, as he ran his hands all over her body, gifting her with a breathless kiss to her succulent lips. "I guess Lina's plan worked," she giggled, snuggling against him.

"Yeah," Josh agreed, his features suddenly serious as he carefully tucked a loose piece of her hair back underneath her scarf. "I ain't like how you be pushin' me away, Malia," he grumbled, "Don't be scared of us and what we got."

Not for the first time, she wished she'd been brave enough to express her true feelings. "It's not you I'm scared of... I'm scared of us falling apart if we become serious, and I don't wanna live without you," she confessed.

Josh chuckled and pressed his mouth to each of her palms. "You already can't," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and smacked his arm. "You don't gotta agree."

"It's the truth though. But like I said, I love you and I'm not going anywhere. I mean that," he promised.

Hearing those three words from him again made her feel all giddy inside. "I love you, too," she whispered, smiling softly against his lips when he dropped a tender kiss to hers.

"How long's it been since we last fucked?" he inquired.

Two months and three weeks, but who was counting? "Couple of months," she answered, keeping it cool.

"Shame on us. I think we can make up for it, right?"

Malia raised an eyebrow when he started to crawl down her body, sprinkling butterfly kisses down her belly until his head was between her legs. Her body flushed with need. "You know we need to go to bed, right?" she questioned, her fingers sneaking into his hair despite her half-hearted protest.

"I know. But this pretty pussy is callin' my name." He winked at her and bit gently on her inner thigh, dangerously close to her throbbing treasure, soothing the skin with a wet lick. Her keening moan was all he needed to hear. "Now lay your sexy ass back and let Daddy eat."

And with that, he bent his head and spread his mouth over her, wiping every rational thought she owned with mind blowing pleasure.

THE END

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[caroletheperfumeaddict]

Harry Styles Love On Tour 2021

All of Harry's LOT 21 concerts (that I could find), in date order. I wasn't a fan in 2021, so I didn't watch any IG lives, hence all of these are on YouTube. Some are full concerts, some are highlights and some are playlists. If a concert isn't there, it's because I couldn't find it. All links were correct at the time of posting.

Las Vegas MGM: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6yWYOZwyEg

Denver (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pY9r1weV1M&list=PLFTexnI_tDOGt8sWtCU2O23U1__vRmNV6

San Antonio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g91Q3UX0wIA

Dallas (first hour): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Vlf2VL3x34

St Louis (highlights): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tT3elSCEIsw

Philadelphia: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0mOgL3ar9_g

Washington (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qer_aZWGQm0&list=PLFTexnI_tDOEou_amzZrJvGxfXuDxMkf1

Detroit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNd-NG130Nc

St Paul (compilation video): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZKKF9EuL8h4

Chicago (short, highlights): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClgO2oCL7RE

Nashville N1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vu3vQHFWGO8

MSG N1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJUVFnkNqso

MSG N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-JoWiEWZ9Y

Orlando (30 mins highlights): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQ1pPsTxn6w

Tampa (playlist, not in order): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9ZJdh3x3nY&list=PLbRubufNXGoKAxJVvNn5ihFWS_xjAf0vP

Raleigh (start to WMC): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83to6vO18_E

Pittsburgh (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-p9wCrchGQ&list=PLFTexnI_tDOHWsUNAGURK2plAYZwkPIXp

Cleveland: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nf0dUnim9L8

Uncasville (30 minutes): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOfar05BqhM

Harryween N1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvhsB7NlCQ8&list=PLy2NR-4toIMMTlhexui4N6sKXDyO5cR7I

Harryween N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcDzkebMA1s

Milwaukee: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2ydV7FGEKo

Tacoma (highlights): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRICTOqJ8s4

Portland: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQmxDRczG_Q

Sacramento: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-20V61ZKvZ4

San Jose (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yclzNROE-dg&list=PLFTexnI_tDOH_VZAFSFJQrDLlwcRpAVNs

Glendale (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lF4Rph1KuHU&list=PLFTexnI_tDOHxHJxaMkvXz-PlqqhEW8_F

San Diego: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8qiGA7Fv_yE&list=PLFTexnI_tDOEZiNpXdbEJTctQYZjvd20K

Forum N1 (playlist, no She): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcKmmKRm8cc&list=PLFTexnI_tDOHwqODAV1BRViShF7wJ0idI&index=1

Forum N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RIhPh2MLelc&list=PLFTexnI_tDOEktcCNmvZ1ydzbugaxPERZ

Forum N3: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyH5DxPG4cw&list=PLFTexnI_tDOHjeUP_A-J_EA-nJunSJiR1&index=1

Houston (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBrNLOEeQmA&list=PLFTexnI_tDOEcj-jqmq4VBY6_wUJywG1X

North Little Rock: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmeCaRP_Sdg&list=PLFTexnI_tDOGcMMFXR2Oumy4lDg-96MiO

Elmont: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OdoVSTsa6HA

Elmont again: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjOVwKowBXc

[oiblackestsheep]

MBTI Types as The National Lyrics

Throwback to 2012 when this was all the rage lmao

INTP: "It's so easy to set off, the molecules and caplets / they have something against me / nothing I do makes me feel different" - I'll Still Destroy You

INFP: "I am secretly in love with everyrone that I grew up with / do my crying underwater, I can't get down any farther" - Demons

INTJ: "Hurry up, we don't have time, avalanches in my mind / I'm getting buried in this dream, it's just as soapy as it seems" - Alien

INFJ: "I have ordered to my heart every word I've said / you have no idea how hard I died when you left / if I yield to my trances, will I get up close again?" - You Had Your Soul with You

ENTP: "Turn on the laugh track, we'll see if it changes the scene / maybe this is the funniest version of us that we've ever been"- Laugh Track

ENFP: "When did they say we should turn back the clocks? / why do they always say everything's for the best when everybody knows it's not?" - Hornets

ENTJ: "I wasn't a catch, I wasn't a keeper / I was walking around like I was the one who found dead John Cheever" - Carin at the Liquor Store

ENFJ: "Maybe I listen more than you think, and I can tell that somebody sold you / we said we'd never let anyone in / we said we'd only die of lonely secrets" - The System Only Dreams in Total Darkness

ISTP: "Let's just get high enough to see our problems / let's just get high enough to see our fathers' houses" - Day I Die

ISTJ: "I have only two emotions: careful fear and dead devotion / I can't get the balance right with all my marbles in the fight" - Don’t Swallow the Cap

ISFP: "Don't leave me here at this party like a coat on a hook / two days, we're still not talking, you're the opposite of an open book" - Coat on a Hook

ISFJ: "New York is older and changing its skin again / it dies every ten years and then it begins again" - Born to Beg

ESTP: "My mother needs an army / but I'm leaving home and I'm scared that I won't have the balls to punch a Nazi / Father, what is wrong with me?" - Not in Kansas

ESTJ: "I'm not that spiritual, I still go out all the time to department stores / everything I need, but none of this is getting me anywhere good" - Quiet Light

ESFP: "I'm gonna keep you in love with me for a while / the next time I saw you, you were breaking down" - Dark Side of the Gym

ESFJ: "Young mothers love me / even ghosts of girlfriends call from Cleveland, they will meet me anytime and anywhere" - Day I die

If you don't know your lyrics/song, you can listen to the playlist I made! Songs are in order of appearance of the post.

[weneverlearn]

I Dropped In to WFMU for a Guest DJ Set!

Hey, all you ear-starved trash punks! The all great and knowing radio deity that is @wfmu (DJ Frank Caira, specifically) recently invited me to come on and spin some tunes for an episode of their Drop-In show on Rock'n'Soul Radio.

With this DJ set -- dubbed "Urbane Renewal" (after an unused Death of Samantha album title) -- I whipped up a mini-history of the local latter-1980s Cleveland underground scene that turned me into a musical miscreant!

It was my first time DJing on WFMU (New Bomb Turks played on it live years ago), and it was quite an honor!

So click above and give it a listen. It's an hour of leftover Industrial Age smog-fueled fun!

[vintagetvstars]

Carol Cleveland Vs. Nichelle Nichols

Propaganda

Carol Cleveland - (Monty Python's Flying Circus) - another hilarious comedy lady without whom python would 100% not have worked

Nichelle Nichols - (Star Trek) - She speaks for herself. Legendary, iconic, at the forefront of feminism and civil rights in the 60s, she is a triple threat who did so much more. She volunteered from 1977 to promote recruitment diversity within NASA, including some of the first female and ethnic minority astronauts. Martin Luther King Jr. compared her work on Star Trek as a 'vital role model' to the civil rights marches. She refused to be dismissed, fought for visibility and shone whilst doing so. As a woman in stem, and simply a woman she means the world and stars above to me.

Master Poll List of the Hot Vintage TV Ladies Bracket

Additional propaganda below the cut

Carol Cleveland:

TW: 3rd pic is a little NSFW probably don't view this at work

Nichelle Nichols:

She is the original badass babe. She was a black woman in a leading role on TV in the 60s, a trailblazer for black actresses for years to come. She is so beautiful and so awesome.

she's fantastic. have you seen her? paved the way for black actresses on TV even while her lines and scenes were being cut and improvised the most iconic uhura line in the series. (sulu: "I'll save you, fair maiden!" uhura, pushing him away: "sorry, neither!") she's incredibly talented and it's a crime the show didn't give her more screen time (or make her sing more often because she also has a beautiful voice!)

“Sorry, neither” in response to “fair maiden” was ad libbed by her. There’s a lot more I could say but what else do you need??

A sci-fi icon!

She was such a trailblazer, and Uhura was such an important character for so many people to be able to see on TV. Apparently Mae Jemison (the first African American woman to go into space) cited her as a reason she wanted to become an astronaut. She was just an absolute legend!

The story of Martin Luther King telling her not to quit Star Trek gives me chills. Representation matters. “Thank you so much, Dr. King. I’m really going to miss my co-stars.” Dr. King's smile, Nichols recalled, vanished from his face. "He said, 'What are you talking about?'" the actress explained. "I told him. He said, 'You cannot,' and so help me, this man practically repeated verbatim what Gene said. He said, 'Don’t you see what this man is doing, who has written this? This is the future. He has established us as we should be seen. 300 years from now, we are here. We are marching. And this is the first step. When we see you, we see ourselves, and we see ourselves as intelligent and beautiful and proud.' He goes on and I’m looking at him and my knees are buckling. I said, 'I…, I…' And he said, 'You turn on your television and the news comes on and you see us marching and peaceful, you see the peaceful civil disobedience, and you see the dogs and see the fire hoses, and we all know they cannot destroy us because we are there in the 23rd Century.'"

She shared the first interracial kiss on Star Trek, helped propel real life African American women into space-related careers, and looks divine in a mini skirt.

HOW DID UHURA WALK BACKWARDS SO FAR??? WOW!

[randomvarious]

1990s Punk Rock Playlist

Gonna be doing a bunch of hopping around over the coming weeks with these playlist posts, and this week I've got a small update to this 90s punk one with a song by Boston hardcore punk band Blood for Blood, who in 1999 delivered a great cover of pioneering Cleveland punks The Dead Boys' 1977 song, "All This and More." Usually I tend to not really go for much in the way of 90s hardcore punk, and thankfully, this is not a hardcore punk song itself. I'd also normally find the aggressive, angst-ridden, throaty, gravelly, and scratchy type of voice that Erick "Buddha" Medina has to be personally grating, but here, on this very track, his voice over these re-created, classic, and catchy riffs just seems to work really well. "All This and More" originally appeared on a covers compilation called Punk Rock Jukebox, Volume II, and the song currently has around 193.1K plays.

Blood for Blood - "All This and More"

Added this song to the YouTube version of this playlist too. Don't have anything else to add to that one this week, but if you want some harder-to-find 90s punk rock gems, like a fun and early blink-182 song called "Zulu" that's still not on Spotify for some reason, you should check it out!

And this playlist is also on YouTube Music.

So this update now brings us up to 48 songs that clock in at 126 minutes, but over on YouTube, we're now at 56 songs that clock in at 147 minutes.

And if that all sounds too long to you, consider checking out this playlist of punk rock exclusively from the year of 1996:

1996 Punk Rock: Spotify / YouTube / YouTube Music

Next week, some 60s soul!

Enjoy!

More to come, eventually. Stay tuned!

Like what you hear? Follow me on Spotify and YouTube for more cool playlists and uploads!

[minaharkers]

“they told me, ‘son — you’re special, you were born to do great things..’“

a playlist for jack, the prodigal son of rapture // listen here

tracklist below:

ace in the hole — saint motel

anyone’s ghost — the national

salt and the sea — gregory alan isakov

myth — beach house

puppet loosely strung — the correspondants

cleveland, oh — john floreani 

windowsill — arcade fire

little pistol — mother mother

doors unlocked and open — death cab for cutie

working for the knife — mitski

wyrd — glass animals

tonight i feel like kafka — jealous of the birds 

the well and the lighthouse — arcade fire

bloodflood — alt-j

mama’s gun — glass animals

bixby canyon bridge — death cab for cutie

sea of air — portugal. the man

golden antlers — glass animals

la mer - beyond the sea — django reinhardt, stephanie grappelli 

[ofalchemyy]

[ casey deidrick, cismale, he/him/his. ] — spotted in the streets of brooklyn, it’s AUSTIN WALKER. they have lived in the city for 5 YEARS, working as a FOOTBALL PLAYER. the THIRTY-FIVE year old will probably be seen around BROOKLYN HEIGHTS a lot, seeing as that’s where they live. people say they can be a bit COCKY and SELF-ABSORBED, but friends know them to be LOYAL and CHARISMATIC. you know for sure you’ve found them when you’ve come across EARLY MORNING RUNS, THE SMELL AFTER IT RAINS, AND PUMP-UP PLAYLISTS.

Basics.

full name: austin james walker. nicknames: aj to family. hometown: cleveland, oh current location: brooklyn, ny age: 35. birthday: 4/5. star sign: aries. pronouns: he/his/him sexuality: bisexual king personality: he's extroverted, likes to be the center of attention, a bit brash, and sort of cocky. think your high school qb all grown up. he's full of himself, proud, and stubborn. but he's also extremely welcoming, likes to make new friends, and ride or die for his friends. he's the team captain trying to make sure everyone is having a good time at the team bonding event but also sneaking drinks in the back of the bus because he's here for a good time. a jock all grown up. likes: sitcoms, horror movies karaoke, cats, late nights, breakfast food, dance parties, road trips, novelty/touristy t-shirts dislikes: cold weather, period pieces, music snobs, tequila (bad experiences/memories), black coffee, reality tv dating shows fears: not making anything of himself, his family not being proud of him, spiders (especially those Big ones), irrelevancy, death...but not the concept just like...the after? he's a failed catholic rip trivia: country music lover, owns about 100 ties, secret baker, youngest of three

Bio.

like most things austin does, he showed up to his own birthday nearly three weeks early: an omen of things to come.

he was an active kid, so his parents, already dealing with two older children, put him into pretty much every sport possible: baseball, football, and basketball.

by high school, he'd narrowed that down to baseball and football. he had offers from a number of schools for both, but ultimately decided to stay close to home and attended the university of cincinatti on full scholarship

austin was drafted by his hometown bengals the third round and played his first eight seasons with the team, setting several records in the process including: most pass yards gained by a tight end in a season, most touchdowns in a season, and climbed into 2nd place all time in the bengals' list of tight end touchdowns

he was in the middle of a contract year when the unthinkable happened. during a playoff game, he caught a long pass from his quarterback like it was nothing and broke to his left for yards after the catch...and then he felt it. his knee buckled. a non-contact injury. before he'd even gotten the mri, he knew he'd torn something.

he ended up tearing his acl, requiring surgery and a lot of physical therapy to make it back onto the field. after 8 long months, he did so, posting a personal best in yards.

and the bengals subsequently traded him at that year's trade deadline. he was sent packing to the giants for picks and a wide receiver.

instead of letting that weigh him down, though, austin put in the work with his new team: he trained well, put in extra time at practice, and got involved in the community. he found that he loved new york -there was so much to do!- and he played some of his best football after the trade.

austin's career was not without its scandals, though: in his early years, he was known as a partier. he's been in the tabloids for everything from a pregnancy scare with his ex (true) to steroid use (not true).

he's known as a bit of a player: he had a string of exes when he was in ohio and even in the first couple of years in new york...but the rumor is, he might be getting closer to settling down.

Wanted Connections!

teammates/giants employees! would love a bromance or two with another football player, but i also like the idea of austin being friends with the social media manager, photographer, trainer, etc.

siblings! i would love a jason to his travis...but he's also got a third, secret (not really, lol, just not famous probably?) older sibling. i think he and his brother would be very close, but i'd be intrigued by a more antagonistic dynamic too...maybe something where the other sibling just recently moved?

exes: i'd love the ex-gf who was pregnant (safi). up to you what happened there: did she actually get pregnant, was it just a scare? we can talk about it! he's also been involved with a string of lovers so i'd love some who are still friends with him, some who dislike him, some who recently moved from ohio...the possibilities are endless! (we've got: arthur ...so far lmfao)

fwb: exactly what it says on the tin: nothing serious, just buds who hook up sometimes!

younger sibling/found family vibes: would love to have something/someone who austin has kind of...taken under his wing. he's the youngest in his family but i could see him being an older sibling vibe. he might be a bad influence sometimes but he's loyal t a fault!

former roommates! he makes enough money that i think he lives in a brownstone or something now, but when austin first moved, i could see him just like renting with some randoms he found on craigslist. they'd probably still be close. think the gang from new girl. i want those friends for austin. (alex, tyler, eli! the boysss)

[demigoddessqueens]

Okay have a couple of more music asks and you know the drill 😂 Y/N x CR Bois

Oh you know it 😆 😂 plus I like updating my Spotify playlists with your new songs

So, listening & loving and pondering these and these came to a tie with ….Cadeuces and Caleb

HERE ON MASTERLIST 9

Caleb is just naturally drawn to confidence, and yours is an exception because he thinks of you more than just a friend.

Truth be told, he thinks of you as an encouraging force for him, even when there are the bad days. You holding his hand or offering your words of comfort let the mage know he is loved and cared for.

Equally so, Caleb’s feelings are reciprocated by you, and there’s another who you favor too.

To you, Cadeuces is a friend and confidant who offers you the support that you don’t even realize you need sometimes. Not much of a believer yourself, but even you come to think it’s The Wild Mother who is the luckier one with such a devoted soul.

If there is ever a chance to visit both of your favored, you take the opportunity.

[rollinsland]

Tagged by the wonderful @jeysbvck Thank you! ♥♥♥

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