#cure lofi

[jess-selfships-precure]

Baritone and Cure LoFi share one brain cell and are the awkwardest and cutest couple in the season

They’re smart when they’re separate but when the two try to do anything romantic, it either comes out cute or awkward there’s no in between

[emeraldshy98]

While I’m here, take these self inserts with their names if you don’t want to search through the tag

Cure Pear - Fresh Precure

Cure LoFi - Suite Precure

Cure Creative/Glitter Art - Smile Precure/Glitter Force

Cure Comfort - Happiness Charge Precure

Cure Luck - Go!Princess Precure

Cure Tasty - Delicious Party Precure

Feel free to put these in their designated board and I’ll put them in my oc board

Whoever this person is, I legitimately appreciate you reposting my OCs on there and I hope you know that you have permission to post my other OCs on there. Also they’re all self inserts shipped with at least a villain from each season

The Self inserts they reposted

One complaint though is all their names are different variations of Jessica since they are all me

Also they’re inspiring me to finish my other Precure OCs that I didn’t start sketching so stayed tuned for more Pinterest OP mwehehehe

[waywardsou2]

TMNT Head Canon (#Music Edition)

- Donnie installed hidden LED strip lights in his lab and sometimes late at night he’ll lay on the floor listening to music from an old iPod he decked out with his favourite songs, it’s the only time when he can truely relax.

- Raph seems like a really hardcore heavy metal type of dude, especially when he play the drums. But secretly he’s a really big fan of Lofi, he only puts it on late at night and sways around his room with Chompy on his shoulder.

- When Mikey gets anxious before a mission or after a mission, the only thing that will calm him down is music like The Cure or Cave Town, those specific vibes really help him out. Considering his mind is always loud and jumbled.

- Leo found a set of old wireless ear buds and he often trains alone in the dojo with the music on. Specifically things like Nightcore or Kiraw music. It pumps him up for training but also helps ground him.

[nctrnm]

#NowPlaying: "Kapten - Tossed Out" by Audio Cure

[thebowltender]

me: step one to completing this task is lofi music! me: *proceeds to post on tumblr.com*

[buttercupblu]

Studying with Choso🌱🫧🌷

Student!Choso x Reader|One-Shot

the deets: Poor Cho - he's been best friends with books and binders for weeks on end with little to no time for his favorite subject; You 🥺. With his finals just around the corner, his cram sessions are in full swing... and affections absent. So, being the angel that you are, you decide to give him a helping hand. w.c: 3.8k tags: fem!reader, fem!top/switch (kinda), teasing, nipple play, breath play, choking, handjob, praise, pet names, Ph.D student Choso|mention of: rough penetration, bruising, throat fucking, 18+ MDNI angel's note: what began as a daydream turned into my 1st (completed) JJK fanfic - go crazy, go stupid|don't talk to me about the latest spoilers ... pls 🥲

Sigh.

He’s been at it for hours now. 

The clock ticking against the silence in the room made that obnoxiously apparent. 

Hums of Lofi coming from the living room is your only saving grace. The peace and tranquility he needs to concentrate starkly contrasts the infectious heat growing in your lower body. 

Nibbling on your nails proves meek, as your thighs, acting as hand warmers, begin to ache. You couldn’t help but palm your pussy while trying to resist the urge to interrupt Choso’s study session.

Again.

Your cunny kept speaking to you with a raging heartbeat. Begging you to march in there and demand attention as he’d been home for hours with little to no sprinkles of affection. 

You groan, burying your face into your pillow. 

“Baaabe,” you call out, a pout forming on your lips. 

As much as you wanted to quell your growing pains, you knew this was a really important exam for Choso - one of his last hurdles before wrapping up his Ph.D program. Knowing how much it meant to Choso, you feel a twinge of guilt. 

Your little man was on his way to wearing white lab coats and curing diseases, saving lives one cure at a time. A faint smile finds your face thinking about it. You could see him clearly, donning goggles and blue gloves; his signature spiky buns (adding to the charm) are truly adorable. His little face is a picture of concentration, completely absorbed in his work while taking measurements and recording data; you could almost hear the sound of his pen scratching on the notepad. 

The image of him so absorbed in his work is both charming and impressive; it always makes your heart flutter.

You just knew that those bitches he’s going to be working with better watch themselves. 

Choso in that element alone was enough to make you fold; you could only imagine working so closely with him for multiple hours and taking more than your fair share of quick glances—clenching your thighs to steady your desires to have him bend you over the metal table just to feel the coolness against your nipples. 

“I’m sorry, babe,” Choso whines back. It breaks you out of your jealousy-filled fantasy. Yet, you find your fingertips damp from the arousal between your legs. “I just need a bit more time.” You hear the fatigue in his voice. Knowing your love is so tired and hard at work breaks your heart. 

But that’s all he’s been doing as of late, and you felt as if you hadn’t seen each other in ages. Between his hours-long sessions at the lab and catching up on sleep, you barely had time to cuddle at bedtime. You missed his warmth, his strong arms instinctively bringing you closer to him as he slept. The way your bodies formed a perfect C as he kissed into your neck.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. And you are surely suffering at the moment. 

The multiple attempts to dissuade his attention from his books were fruitless. 

Casual walk-bys in his favorite silky shorts of yours, the ones that hug above your plump undercuff, went unnoticed. You were sure he could feel the wind against his face as you swished by, making sure your cheeks lingered in his air for a second or two. 

He paid it no mind.. 

It wasn't until you stopped dead in front of him that he finally turned his attention to you, pausing to follow his wandering eyes around the wavy rim of your shorts. The design stretched around your plush thighs creating an imprint on your body, marking your velvety skin. Your arms crossed firmly on your chest push your tits into full view; the accompanying pout on your face made his dick jump.

He sighs, trailing his hands up your thighs to the small of your back, and pulls you in between his legs. A deep breath follows as he inhales your rosy scent, savoring the fragrance he wishes he could bottle and horde.

His chin rests on your lower belly as he looks up at you with puppy dog eyes. “An hour. I promise.”

He peers over the rim of his reading glasses, looking on with a furrowed brow and pouty lip, squeezing at your hips.

You couldn’t resist melting when he’s like this.

His eyes beg for patience, but his hands, wavering under the cuffs of your cheeks, say otherwise. A gentle squeeze on your inner thigh confirms it; you bite your lip at his firm grasp, his eyes never leaving yours. 

Fawk me. 

"Hmph.” you lower into his lap, perfectly molding your body against his. Resting your head on his shoulder, your hands find solace at the nape of his neck. He's so warm. His arms find home around your waist, a sensation that always makes you feel so secure, so small. So needy.

You rock into him, the smell of his hair drugging you as you try to be as close as possible, barely able to control the need to dry-hump him for relief. 

Oh, how his heavenly thighs would be a perfect candidate. 

“One hour? You promise, Cho?” your whine, coupled with the dampness of your shorts, incites a bulge between your thighs. The friction of which alone could get you off if you kept up the pace.

This doesn't go unnoticed of course, and it took all of Choso’s restraint to keep him from dragging your hips back and forth himself, letting you use him like a fucktoy against your clit.

Or better yet, take you like this. It would be so easy for him to snake his arms under your legs and prop you up to bounce on his dick. He was sure the chair was sturdy enough to handle him abusing you.

The thought was mind-numbingly irresistible. 

He tugs at his bottom lip, swallowing a moan and holding you a bit tighter.

“I promise.” pressing a kiss on your ear, his fingers float down your spine. You could stay like this for the rest of the night if it were up to you, but you knew his studies were critical. Besides, maybe your patience would come with a reward—a nice fat one. The one sitting neatly in his shorts, threatening to poke out from under you at the present moment. 

But that was almost an hour ago.

The hour he promised he would be done by. 

And lying in bed with your head hanging off of the side, picturing Choso ramming his dick down your throat, certainly wasn’t helping the throbbing in your core. You pull your hand from your shorts, marveling at the webs between your fingers. Frowning immediately after.

Fine. If he wouldn’t come to you…

You huff, sitting up to head to the living room only to be met with Choso’s back turned to you—his head buried in papers and woe. A mischievous grin plays on your face as you tiptoe behind him.

Your arms wrap lovingly around his neck and drift down his chest. He jumps a little, feeling a tug on the bottom of his shirt. Your icy hands slip underneath and palm his chest before he can argue. 

“You keep it so cold in here, Cho,” you nuzzle into his neck, “How am I supposed to stay warm?” 

Your hands snake around his torso until they brush his pink nips. The rhythmic beat of his heart picks up against your fingers. A slight tug elicits a groan from his lips. “Babe,” he winces, “What are you doing?”

You giggle, twirling them between your fingers before pulling out to caress his scalp—a certified soft spot of his and your favorite place to play.

To help him concentrate, of course. 

You tumble through his brunette locks like gentle waves. It’s almost comical how easily his head falls back against your breasts. The sensation mixed with exhaustion turns him into putty in your hands. You gaze lovingly at his bliss-ridden face and softly closed eyes. Slow, shallow breaths escape his rosy lips as if he’s lost in a peaceful dream.

His naturally dark under-eyes show signs of how busy he’s been. anyone else would assume the purple hue came from sleep deprivation (partially true), but you loved how the blush features coveted his face. To you, they only enhance his already striking features, making him all the more breathtakingly beautiful.

Even without an impossible schedule on top of it.

You were enamored with his unwavering commitment to his ambitions, aspirations, and most importantly, you. It was impressive seeing how he seamlessly balanced his pursuit of success and his affection for you, always making time for meaningful moments together. On top of caring for his younger brother Yuji, the cutest little manic dumpling in existence, you couldn’t help but awe at his ability to juggle everything and still find a way to make you feel cherished.

The thought of it all sends butterflies from your tummy to your toes.

His exposed neck begs for attention. You lean, brushing your soft lips against the skin. Careful to ghost over his collarbone, sending trimmers to his ears. The temptation to swipe his earlobe with your tongue flashes through your mind, a feat you know would send his dick through his pants. 

Instead, you slowly wrap your hand around his jaw, pulling his head back further. His eyes lock on your playful smile; his stunned face makes you nuzzle your thighs together. 

“Y/N-” he starts but your lips silence the protest. He melts into your hand feeling your tongue dip into his mouth. His feeble attempt to object fleets like seconds on a clock. 

Mint chocolate fills your mouth tasting the sweet treats he nibbles on to get him through the night. You couldn't stand the taste of chocolate-flavored toothpaste, but you would swallow a barrel full just to sample it from the lips that always took your breath away.

Quelled by your touch, Choso softens in his seat. How could he resist? Your tongue was nectar on any given day, and he was your hummingbird. 

Your hands travel down his chest, lingering on his waist and treasured v-section. Something he worked on sculpting 2 to 3 times a week, though you swore it came naturally. A waist this slutty simply could not be built in a gym. It was your favorite playground on nights when you could not resist the urge to sink your teeth into flesh.

Followed by whines from Choso.

And your knees shaking and shoved against your chest for tempting him.

You pause before his delectable thighs, capturing an involuntary mew when you glide over them. Fuck, he thinks, I’m such a slut—battling between needing to study and needing your touch. 

What began as mischief morphs into something brilliant, feeling your boyfriend writhe in his chair.

Pulling away from his pillowy lips, a smile forms on yours. He looks on, dazed, almost upset that you stole away.

“Cho..,” you breathe, “What is the central dogma of molecular biology?” His eyes pop open. Your fingers on his thigh slow. You hold a lustful stare, watching his mind search for the answers. 

“Um, the flow of genetic information within a biological system?”

You nod happily, resuming your strokes. His lips twitch in response. 

“What isss… the role of CRISPR-Cas9 in genome editing?” You inch closer to his inner thigh. His eyes flash to your hand.

“Aht aht,” tilting his chin, “Look at me when you answer.” Your fingers press deeper into his jaw, the result of which makes his dick strain against his shorts and stretch the fabric. Pulsing thumps vibrate through your other hand when you cup his length to still him. 

Heat finds your face as you palm the growing tent. The boy had been blessed with a toe-curling gift that shot stars into your eyes every time it sank into your core. Your dainty little hands paled in comparison to the massive limb - it was a wonder how he ever managed to fit inside you - let alone between your fingers. 

Yet, you still managed to take him so well, he thought. Stretching around him with ease, bringing curses to his mouth every time he bottomed out. Always so wet and ready for him at the simplest touch. It was more like your pussy always craved the challenge, sucking and swallowing him like a pure essence. 

“Cho.”

The words catch in his throat. “It-it’s a genome editing tool that comes from bacterial immune systems,” he wets his lips, clenching his fingers, “It uses a.. guide RNA to target specific DNA sequences and Cas9 enzyme to introduce precise changes, like a um, gene knockout or uh….insertion, in various organisms.” 

“Good boy,” you coo, pressing a plush kiss onto his lips again. He blushes red at the sound of praise. The words stimulating a part of his brain that makes him docile and dumb.

Raking nails and plump lips battle for his attention. He feels breathless at your touch. You barely had time to kiss each other before starting your mornings. And now, here you were, toying with him like a trinket.

The questions come with ease, a result of genuine curiosity and random peeks over his shoulder during long nights of cramming.

Difficulty increases as you rattle them off. The look of astonishment on Choso’s face says he didn’t know that you had been paying such close attention. You were no stranger to flashcards and practice quizzes yourself, having become accustomed to them during your undergrad studies. And though those four years may have driven you close to insanity, the habits proved permanent. And were being put to good use on your overworked boyfriend.

“Mmmm,” a thumb dances along the rim of his shorts, “What kind of stem cell research uses Patient-derived iPSCs?”

His brows furrow feeling the elastic stretch around his waist, “Umm, regenerative medicine, no, disease modeling and drug discovery.” skimming his hips sets his nerves on fire. A quick pop of the waistband sends him into outer space. The look of defeat is adorable, his glasses fogging a little. 

He was so cute, so easily coaxed into trembles from the slightest touch. 

You chuckle, nodding, “And if they can model human diseases, then?”

Searching for the solution sends him into a panic. His mouth gapes, but your fingers do not waver, pressing between his thighs, patiently awaiting his answer.

You can tell he’s overthinking it, second-guessing even. My poor baby, you think. Your eyes soften watching him. A gentle expression that reminds him why he tries at all.

With a soft tug of your thumb on his bottom lip, the answer is clear. 

 “...They can be used to help researchers save lives”.

The simplest answer is most often the best.

You smile, “Correct.” In one swoop, his shorts fall just enough to allow his dick to spring out. It slaps against his stomach, thumping against the cool air. A slick of arousal glistens from the head down to the shaft. You fixate on the lip-licking sight, hungry for a taste.

Choso’s hazy eyes are a close second; his struggle to keep them open is noticeably appetizing. The devil may be the most beautiful fallen angel, but it’d be a run for his money if Choso had wings.  

Your hands are careful to tease his length, lightly drawing long lines and circles. Pressing your fingertips into him on correct answers, slowing when he hesitates. Pure agony wouldn’t come close to describing the restraint Choso is using to keep himself grounded. 

Oh, how easy it would be for him to take you into his lap and fuck you senseless for being such a tease. To wrap his arms around your waist and bully you down onto his cock until you both gushed and mewed.

Truthfully, he was spurred on by your newfound dominance—each thump of his dick attesting to the ache and self-control he’s sustained over days of rigorous scheduling.

Tension had been building for weeks. Every encounter was filled with stolen glances and lingering touches. Brushing fingertips as you left in the morning. Sleepy hugs, that could’ve lasted longer, at the end of the day. The air was thick with a mix of desire and frustration as repressed affection hung heavy in the space between you. Every moment was a delicate balance of longing and limits.

You never considered taking matters into your own hands, literally. 

Choso was so lost in the sauce that you thought it would be cruel. 

But the way he folded under you like origami awakened something inside of you. Like fire to a flame, this newfound desire to take what you wanted was exhilarating. “Are you still with me, Cho-baby?”. 

Choso has always been known for his exceptional memory. Whether it was recalling a complex molecular chain in the lab or remembering your favorite order at all the eateries in town, he never had any issues with recollection.

But now, he was sure he would forget his own name if you asked him. His short-circuiting brain grew increasingly useless against your skilled hands. “Hmph,” pulling your bottom lip with your teeth, “No?”

Grazing his mushroom tip turns his words to mush. His stringy pre-cum is a delicious lubricant for the circles you draw. "Mmm," you moan, imagining sucking it down your throat.

With a gentle press, it spills over your thumbs, soaking your hand and eliciting another stifled moan from Choso. You grin. It’s music to your ears and hell on your soaked panties, fueling a primal hunger that intensifies with every gasp and tremble. 

Your throbbing cunt is an undeniable testament. Cursed with an insatiable need to be sopping and full.

It’s impossible for Choso not to arch into your hand, betraying his own body for more of your cunning touch—seeking more of the intoxicating pleasure only you can provide. Resisting was foolish—if you were a drug, Choso was an addict.

“Oh?” transfixing on his soft grind, “Does that feel good, Cho?” he blushes beet red, this time looking away, but you’re quick to bring him back, steadying his jaw between your fingers and instructing him not to move.

Fuck. He could cum just from the look on your pretty face towering over him, stern and seductive. “Answer me baby, use your words.”  

His lungs feel cloudy as you wrap your hand around his length, his mouth falling open in tandem as you stroke up and down his length with ease, increasing pressure from the base to the tip as if trying to coax the words out of him. How you wish you could straddle him and do the same with your pussy—use the desk for leverage and ride him into oblivion until you milked him dry.

His breath matches the rhythm of your strokes in a needy way, sending waves of electricity from your chest to your toes. You can't help but press your breasts closer, cradling his head between your pillows like a second home. “Does. This. Feel. Good?”

He swallows, “s-so good… so. fucking. good,” it drags out of him.

It was a sultry vice grip, swallowing him with your stroke, stealing his breath. His last cling to sanity was his grasp on the seat of the chair, almost turning his knuckles pale white.

Despite being the giver and not the receiver, your own arousal equally intensifies with each desperate moan, shudder, and gasp that escapes his lips—the wetness between your thighs becomes almost unbearable. Every sound consumes rational thought, only leaving a craving for more.

Forgetting your impromptu questionnaire, you decide you’d like to see how long he can go like this, having been days since your last quickie in the kitchen, hips roughly pushed into the counter as he fucked into you. The sight of you reaching into the fridge, exposing your pretty panties, brought on the occasion. And suddenly you were very familiar with the cabinets as he spread you open for a taste. You wore the bruises for days like a badge of honor for taking him as long as you did.

But now, as you rolled your thumb over his supple slit, you were sure he could come undone in a matter of seconds.

He groans feeling you suddenly lick and nip at his earlobe, your devilish thoughts from earlier coming true. You kiss heat into him, twisting your hand up and down; he twitches with every pump, ears growing hot. "Aww baby," you purr, listening to the wet sloshes of your hand. 

You bite the inside of your lip feeling your throbbing clit match the raging heartbeat in his dick. You'd slip your fingers into your soppy pussy and curl them until you came if they weren't so occupied with holding Choso's eyes on you. "You've been working so hard," you whine, "Are you gonna cum for me, Cho?" dipping down now and then to caress his balls, the squelching sounds battle for dominance over the serene Lofi beat. His only response being whimpers and a slight head nod lets you know that he’s close.

Your other hand slides down from his jaw to his throat, locking with a light squeeze. “Mmmph,” the restriction drives him closer, beginning to mindlessly pump himself into your hand. You squeeze at the base as if to milk him of all his worries. “I’m gonna…” 

“You’re gonna what?” your pressure increases on his neck, matching the growing knot in his stomach. His face flushes, but you wait for his tell. He fucks into your hand, following a string of silent curses, when you see it, that familiar thigh twitch.

His mouth falls wide open, sucking in air, “F-fuck i-i'm cu-” you shove your tongue down his throat making sure he tastes you completely, stealing the air from his lungs as he cums. His hand entangles in your hair, the orgasm cracking like lightning through him as his seed spills over your fingers, shuddering from his hips down. 

But you don't stop—continuing to pump, making sure to milk out every last drop. His pulsing dick provides a steady stream of hot spurts until his thrusts turn sloppy and his abs begin to ache. Your sloppy kiss silences his guttural moans until his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Finally, you pull away, a string of slick connecting your tongues, letting him breathe. The cool air soothes his heavy pants and heaving chest. You watch his spent face, his eyes following your fingers to your mouth as you lick them clean. The act stimulates his softening dick, adding a final spurt to the mess you’ve created on his lap.

You giggle, removing his glasses and setting them aside to plant a kiss on his forehead and blushing scar. A familiar ring chimes through the air. The sound you had become accustomed to on early mornings that started your day.

Hmm, he really was keeping up with the time, you think. 

You lean down, smiling against his cheek, “Looks like your hour is up, babe.” You rub his surely sore neck and peck it.

His hand, still grasping your hair, catches you before you can pull away. Your eyes widened at the sudden shift. You gasp when he pulls you back, meeting his gaze as his lips curl into a sinful smile—watching his dick slowly thump back to life from the corner of your eye. He leans closer and whispers in your ear, his voice raspy and dry but very, very clear.

“Yours is just starting.”

art credit: mu_kmijj on twitter

[themostartisticbread]

lofi beats to cure the sand pest to

[itconsumesyou]

I've been tagged by @hidekomoon to show 5 of my most listened to songs right now - thank you! 💙

Tagging: @vinmauro @sitkowski @miwtual @dandysnob @lonelyisthe

[internetprincess420]

what i think knb guys music preferences are in 2024

cw: none!!!!!

tetsuya kuroko

- lofi radio

- indie fan

- neo jazz fan i think

- listens to boa, berlioz, joji

- songs: duvet by boa, yeah right by joji, any pop song lofi cover

- uses spotify and soundcloud

ryota kise

- pop, house music, cloud rap

- apple music supremest (and he’s correct)

- listens to charli xcx, a$ap rocky, early childish gambino, blackpink

- songs: rush by troye sivan, hustle that cat by rupaul, rockstar by lisa, lvl by a$ap rocky

- big fan of concerts

daiki aomine

- rap, hip hop, cloud rap, drill

- i think he’s a big fan of female rap

- listens to carti, uzi, ken carson, sexyy red, travis scott, chief keef

- songs: get it sexyy by sexyy red, iloveuihateu by playboi carti, flooded the face by lil uzi vert, laughin to the bank by chief keef

- uses apple music and soundcloud

atsushi murasakibara

- grunge, 90s indie, punk

- listens to the cranberries, the cardigans, tv girl, the smashing pumpkins, pearl jam, nirvana

- songs: better in the dark by tv girl, sunday by the cranberries, you’re not the only one i know by the sundays, tonight tonight by the smashing pumpkins

- uses soundcloud

- sexyy red is his guilty pleasure (canon in my head) and his favorite song is looking for the hoes

shintaro midorima

- new wave, alternative, pop

- listens to the smiths, the cure, arctic monkeys, fall out boy

- songs: dance dance by fall out boy, half a person by the smiths, just live heaven by the cure, cornerstone by arctic monkeys

- apple music enthusiast and has a private account

- believes his music taste is superior (and it is!!)

seijuro akashi

- podcasts.

- listens to deftones, frank ocean, childish gambino, lana del rey, charli xcx

- songs: pink + white by frank ocean, bonfire by childish gambino, west coast by lana del rey (and he’s the type to put on a performance when listening to it), 365 by charli xcx

- uses apple music and spotify for podcasts

taiga kagami

- alternative, drill, rap

- listens to comethazine, outkast, travis scott, flo milli, baby keem

- songs: honest by baby keem, prototype by outkast, highest in the room by travis scott, hellcats srts by sexyy red

- uses spotify and follows 500 different artists on there

- can’t sit still when listening to music

[zinphandel]

A Seat At The Table- Solange Knowles

hello gorgeous gorgeous girls and gays and welcome BACK to kate rates Dan's favourite albums. apologies for the absence, i 365 party girled too close to the sun this weekend and have been Feeeeeeeling the Repercussions (3 day hangover, serotonin is shot lol) but we are BACK! with A seat at the table by Solange Knowles

Initial thoughts?

I’m gonna be soooo honest. I’m going into this one completely blind. i have never listened to Solange before. I'm assuming we are in for some fun r and b? but honestly I have no idea

Is this a first-time full album listen-through?

yessssss. I’ve never heard a single Solange song before. this is alllllll new to me! excited 2 get into this!

Listen through:

Having not listened to the Solange before I can't wait to see what this album has in store for me

the vocals are gorgeous, the production seems to be minimal yet feels bold and fits the songs well.

veryyyyyyyy funk and neosoul as well as the r and b I was expecting, super pretty and feels like a bubble bath for the ears! super pretty and soothing.

Cranes in the sky was the single from this album, and I can see why, it's such a pretty song, defo the best on the album so far

I LOVE an album with a fun little interlude. makes the album feel like a complete project in my opinion

this album feels like a breath of fresh air!

I'm never gonna be mad at a lil Wayne feature!

'Don't Touch My Hair' has these gorgeous little 80s synths in the background then amazing jazzy trumpets and sampha sounds fabulous on this track! wow!

I mean I obviously should have guessed that Solange's voice would be gorgeous but it's even nicer than I could have imagined. the tone is so lovely. really enjoying this album.

maybe I should have listened to this on my hangover because this is the type of music that cures your soul! i feel shiny and brand new after listening to this record.

the opening of 'where do we go' reminds me so much of super rich kids/benny and the jets lmao

id love to hear some of the songs from this album remixed into a lofi jazz set. u know the ones in gorgeous wooden rooms covered in plants? too niche maybe?

Borderline is fabulous!

I'm enjoying this much more than I thought I would. I thought it would be more mainstream rnb which is hit or miss for me instead it's jazzy and sexy and soulful. dan never lets me down! (apart from that dogshit drake album)

such a unique album- reminds me of blood orange (heart eyes)

throbs and chugs at all the best moments. an electro-funk masterpiece. can't wait to listen to this in the shower

Favourite song(s)?

Mad, Borderline, Scales, Don't touch my hair

Least favourite song?

I actually really enjoyed them all!

Would i listen again?

yes i would. I cant wait to get really high and listen to this in a really hot shower.

Do i recommend?

defo! so happily surprised by this. Especially if you love some funky soul- this album is for u!

What would I rank it out of 10?

8.5/10!

[jess-selfships-precure]

Fun fact: the ship name for Baritone and Cure LoFi was originally BarFi but I didn’t like how it looked like barf so it was changed to BarLo

[kardulis]

taking bets will the dnpbeats 2nd album make me concentrate more on schoolwork than the 1st one.

[crowbraincoin]

Today's Study Plan/Setup

Study with me!

Playlist

nordic study session ~ chill lofi beats by Cozy Nordic

nordic workspace ~ chill lofi beats by Cozy Nordic

nordic cabin ~ chill lofi beats by Cozy Nordic

Time

Study With Me Aesthetic Pomodoro Timer > 25/5 with a 30 min break in between > will study as long as the playlists go

Study Topics

Folk cures for curses

Victorian occultism

Sympathetic magic

The goal is to study each topic for the duration of one of the videos linked above.

[eternalgyu]

okay starting a new series because of @slytherinshua send groups in and I'll rank discography either by album or song!! depending on how well ik them hehe

youha - soloist

last dance - let me tell u guys something. all of u that haven't listened go last dance by youha aren't living ur life to its fullest. have u ever felt ur life spiralling downwards? the cure is this song. you feel like ur relationship isn't working?? the cure is this song. ur dying?? listen to last dance by youha. the music video is equal parts cunty and beautiful. if u like songs like oh my god by g idle, anything on seulgi's album, or even like idk just cunty music listen to this song I beg u.

island - the queen the beginning pls she is the moment I made this list so I could listen to island on repeat I'm not even gonna lie. it's so summery and HIGH NOTE? such a solid debut

universe - goodnight this song is so pretty none of u guys get it. it makes up for the fact that there was barely any music from youha this year LMAO but ugh it's so melodic and just rly pretty I cannot :(

numb - this song I had no idea what to expect for this song tbh but it's so freaking good like the punk rock elements sound soooo good ugh!!

flight - CITY POPPPP guys the mv for this song is so pretty u don't get it youha is so stunning I need to listen to this song at night w my windows rolled down for real

zzz - such a comfy song AND THE HIGH NOTES??? LIKE HELLO?? her voice is actually so capable like???

abittipsy - such a pretty song and the mv is the cutest thing like hello? her tts r so yummy.

satellite - this song is such a good opener for the album u guys I love openings having the talking kinda singing (no idea if that makes sense at all help) but she has no other openings to compare to so uhm...

we - so cutee it's so lofi chill core pls and the beat is literally so yummy it's soda flavoured this is so dosii coded if u guys like their music!!

flower rain - prettyy not my favourite song but the instrumental is giving 2017 kpop a lil but sigh it's so good exactly how the title sounds

cherry on top - again not amongst my favourites the sound effects have me giggling BUT at the end of the day this is youha and she has no flops so I'm sure this is someone's cup of tea!!

ice t - not my favourite but if she wasn't nugu ppl would've ate this up it's giving peak kpop tt fr.

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jupiter family media taste hcs

this is stupid but idrc. my blog.

David listens to like, classic 90s rock. Nirvana, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Radiohead, Smashing Pumpkins - that whole lot. He also really likes classic, OG 80s metal (metallica, judas priest, dio, etc.). He developed his music taste from 95 to 99 and never really got into stuff after that. Hes a grumpy old man about his music and will never stray from his ol reliable stack of dusty CDs. Where he's a grandpa about his music though, this man will watch basically any movie that comes out and say "that was pretty good" in his opinion cinema peaked with 2001 a Space Odyssey and Saving Private Ryan. Hal tried to show him Akira or Ghost in the Shell and he got wayyyyyy confused. He doesn't really watch TV other than blankly staring at history channel and animal planet "documentaries" and manly man reality TV shows when there's nothing better to do

Hal has a really eclectic collection of music that is constantly changing. However the most common thread of music he likes is 80s New Wave and synth - The Smiths, The Cure, Depeche Mode, Joy Division, Duran Duran. That kinda stuff. However his playlist went on to be full of vocaloid songs, neo-synthwave, break core and he got into more experimental stuff as he got older (even then he never fully dug deep, just started listening to Bjork and Kate Bush yk?) He also loves soundtracks and *loves* lofi hip hop. We already basically know Hal's taste in movies/tv so instead im gonna say his favorite anime movie is Akira, his favorite non-anime movie is Brazil and if you ask him his favorite anime he'll go on and on and on about a super obscure mecha anime from the 80s. I think hes a massive cinephile and huge nerd about his movies and shows but it's literally only for anime and sci fi and occasionally action stuff. Ask him about the complexities of Apocalypse Now or the symbolism in Blue Velvet and he'll just give you a blank stare.

Sunny ended up with like. The weirdest combination of her parents tastes. She LOVESSSSS vocaloid and LOVESSSS anime but in a tweenager in the mid 2010s way you know. This girl was in the Black Butler, Attack on Titan, Fairy Tale, Soul Eater TRENCHES. She also got into a lot of alt music but it was. you know. Fall Out Boy and Panic at the Disco and baby's first alt band stuff. What a crazy lil gal.

Raiden was a nu-metal kid big time. He was always bumping Korn and Slipknot and System of a Down. He was also really into 90s industrial like Rammstein, Nine Inch Nails, and KMFDM. He kinda grew out of this but not really, just mellowed out and got into more 'mainstream' alt like Radiohead and Elliot Smith. As we know, Raiden is a canonical filmbro (getting into fights with random women about pointless details in movies). I think he lovessssss neo noir and crime thrillers. Anything dark and gritty he just adores. Taxi Driver, Fight Club, Fallen Angels, Clockwork Orange, Crash, Prisoners <- whatevere this genre is he just eats that shit up. Hes a total snob, but not like. In a french film school way in a over 500 entries on letterboxd way. He's subscribed to like evry major movie review channel and it's impossible to take him out to any kinoplex because he just starts ranting on the state of modern cinema. He still maintains this snobbery and its only gotten worse lmao

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You answered about what the ROs like in media but you didn't mention what kind of musc they like 👀👀

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Jade/Jean- mostly listens to movie ost. Either really chill or dramatic music basically. Loves Frank Sinatra and Elvis Costello.

Uma- Alternative and indie rock. Loves Garbage and The Cure.

Statler- Pop music mostly, pop rock. Is a Taylor Swift stan. Also loves Mitski.

Wanda- Hip hop, pop, rock... Listens and likes every genre and artist. She can't commit to a favorite artist.

Kai- Punk, punk rock and grunge. Their favorite artists are The Gits and The Clash.

Travis- Likes dad rock lol. His favorites are Pink Floyd, Velvet Underground, etc. He also used to listen to lofi while studying.