#dj rosa

[commander-gloryforge]

What about Rosalind with Snargle for the ship game?

(@dumb-dumb-mander)

insane. impossible. incredible. a lovestory for the ages. she's a hero. but in secret, all she wants to do is make art. be a dj. he's a former lionguard, but all he wants to do is make art. be a writer. her neverending joy for life (and the lovestories unfolding within her guild) are inspiring to him. his burning passion and love for love, it amazes her, motivates her to become a better person. oh what a stunning couple.

they never happen and its for the best. but the idea will haunt me forever. actually, rosa should be a snargle fan. i think she should love his work. and in return, perhaps he has heard of her also. thank you for this idea.

im surprised people are picking up rosalind in asks lately! i shoudl really put some more work into her and her friends again!

[12sfskateboards]

DJ Rosa, back smith flip. https://12SFskateboards.com

[watashime-ciel]

RH headcanons before bed yay

hi yeah uh

so

Blue likes taking pictures of Yellow when he's not watching. most of the times he gets caught, but he enjoys it

J.J is the kind of guy that babysits a kid and plays heavy metal covers of kids songs.

FIVE LITTLE MONKEYS JUMPING ON THE BED.🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥👹👹👹🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️💥💥💥💥🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

since they got into Visual Kei, Cecil promised to never cut out their hair... that, until J.J once left for a month to play with his old bad, not having much time to communicate with Cecil, making them super sad and entering theur bad guy arc, cutting their hair like a generic anime boy from a slice of life anime. J.J suffered the most out if it believe it or not

"J.J! You stayed up all night painting another canvas!?" "i drank the paint water thinking it was tea."

Yellow is an impulsive buyer. and then complains when he can't buy stuff anymore. "BLUE NO WAY THEY JUST CLOSED MY CREDIT CARD!!!!!... oh also i just got this really cool and big ass hatsune miku cendrillon dress which i have no fucking clue where to keep but lol yeah"

Blue's imagination can be "dangerous" for him in some situations... "some", as in: Yellow mentions his next feminine cosplan and Blue.exe stops working. for hours. the whole thinking process he has is up to you to imagine(?)

have i mentioned that Yellow and Connie are like super besties?? theyre sooo besties rhat they accidently broke a store window and got away with it together... it was an accident, Yellow was drunk, Connie was trying to stop Yellow, one thing led to another and they broke a store window (they werent driving they dont got a license)

oh yeah, did you know that technically Yellow is prohibited from drinking alcohol? at least when Blue's not present or he's at home. potential risks of him drinking without Blue present or at home may include tax fraud, kissing the homies goodnight with Kohai, falling down and not getting up for hours or more impulsive buying, but without proof of Yellow ever thinking of buying smth. "when the fuck did i buy a birds cage- i got no bird-"

Blue's favorite fruit has to be strawberries. whilst Yellow's is, obviously, lemon. his taste buds had stopped working since he was 13 years old

done idk lol

also semi face reveal because i felt bonita with my new hairdye and cut

[burntpink]

Aline Maia and Lorenna Rosa dancing to TÁ OK by Dennis DJ feat. Kevin O Chris, videography by Jhuan Martins [source]

[a---fire---inside]

[letsplaypixeldolls]

Candy met Jade Rosa at a party down at the club. It took a minute for them to hit it off, but then Jade ended up asking her out on a date. And of course they refused to sit at the same table so they’re just talking awkwardly across the aisle.

[sparklebels-blog]

[bspoquemagazine]

Pop-Kultur 2024: Am Mittwoch starten die ersten Live Acts!

Das Team der POP-Kultur haben über 100 Programmpunkte für euch zusammengestellt – darunter jede Menge Live-Konzerte, 15 exklusiv für dieses Festival erarbeitete Commissioned Works und ein vielseitiges »Pop-Kultur Diskurs«-Programm. Zu den heiß erwarteten Künstler*innen gehören unter anderem Yemi Alade, Black Sherif, Christin Nichols, Arab Strap, Blumengarten, A Certain Ratio, Ivo…

[filth-thezine]

Olof Dreijer - Rosa Rugosa [visualizer]

[commander-gloryforge]

One list o music for Rosalind, please! (@ratasumportauthority)

OH GOSH FOR ROSA! thats a character choice alright! im gonna just try to find a song for her personality because she doesnt really have much of a backstory. or anything really, and finding a lot of music for her won't be easy :,)

2. FOR HER PERSONALITY: CARAMELLDANSEN LIMBO - NATURE

this is a kpop song about doing the limbo. or maybe it has a deep meaning. maybe its an innuendo. but most likely it's just about doing the limbo. and i think this is as rosalind as a song can get just by sound alone. and i really am only going by sound and vibe here. its fun and crazy and tickles something in my brain. AND it also sounds like the kind of music rosalind would make herself!

i should probably put a bit more thought rosa again, she started out as a joke character with a joke build but she's quite dear to me!

[moochilatv]

DJ Rosa Pistola anunció su gira por Sudamérica

La artista también llegará a Argentina

@lesdesarrolladores y @hazaels anuncian la gira sudamericana de DJ Rosa Pistola @djrosapistola

🇦🇷 20/04: @fiestakatana , Cordoba, Argentina 🇨🇱 21/04: @catania.lassalinas Viña del Mar, Chile 🇨🇱 22/04: @casahuemul , Santiago, Chile 🇦🇷 25/04: @hypeba CABA, Argentina 🇦🇷 27/04: Open Air @moroccocostanera CABA, Argentina 🇵🇪 29/04: @festivalbarriolatino, Lima, Peru

Rosa Pistola es Laura Puentes, colombiana que lleva más de 15 años viviendo en México. Arquitecta cultural que implementa su técnica auditiva en espacios y ambientes que jamás se imaginaron ser creados por sí solos. Dentro de su pasión por aportar su granito de arena al mundo del reggaeton, ha creado un concepto que va más allá del entendimiento latino.

En la música formó parte de proyectos underground orientados al noise y la música experimental como Mangina, Raters y Boy Band con trabajos que se editaron bajo su propio sello y en el 2015 se encaminó a ser dj de reggaeton.

Especialista en reggaeton underground, subversivo y experimental Rosa Pistola sugiere siempre en la pista de baile un ambiente altamente erótico y violento.

Participó en el primer Boiler Room de reggaeton en el mundo al lado de DJ Playero, se presentó el 2018 en el festival Sónar en Barcelona, ese mismo año fue uno de los primeros dj de reggaeton en presentarse en el festival EDC México, también tocó al lado de Ivy Queen y The Noise para RBMA, tuvo una residencia en RINSE FM , en el 2019 se presentó en Moma PS1, NY. , Primavera Sound 2019, Sonic Acts, Unsound y mas. El 2020 lanzó su primer corrido (música regional mexicana) cantado por Ely Quintero y presentó su primer show de radio UNDER MX en NTS, se ha presentado con artistas latinoamericanos de renombre como Molotov y Santa Fe Klan, en el 2021 inició su sello oficial y puso un estudio de grabación al cual llamó "La Chekera REC" actualmente tiene un programa de radio en Vans Chanel 66 llamado "Sonido Ilegal" y otro con NTS sobre la historia e personajes importantes en el reggaeton underground.

Invitamos a escuchar sus mixtapes: https://www.rosapistola.com/mixtapes

[aguara-fina]

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა rawr!

Mixed by DJ Aguara'i Revised set from Agua de Rosas @ Podlasie in Chicago, 1.28.2023

Cover art from manga VAELBER SAGA, TOME 2 by YUUKI NOBUTERU

[yomersapiens]

Oggi al bar c'era il tizio francese di cui ho scelto di non imparare il nome perché è un nome francese e io sono contrario all'imparare i nomi francesi, quindi lo chiamo "amico mio" che trasuda falsità ma poco importa. Non capisco cosa dice quando parla perché si barcamena un po' in tedesco e un po' in inglese ma si mangia le parole e le imburra con la lingua romanza più formaggiosa di tutte. Io annuivo ma ero concentrato a disegnare. La nebbia negli occhi c'è ancora. È un po' meno forte così mi sono messo fuori al sole all'aperto e il francese fumava e guardava il telefono e mi raccontava dell'appuntamento che avrebbe avuto la sera stessa con la propria fidanzata. Io continuavo a disegnare ma lui insisteva allora ho immaginato il loro appuntamento, in un bar come quello dove eravamo seduti. Ogni tanto emergevo dalle profondità di dove mi rintano quando disegno. Quando disegno esco dal pianeta, un processo molto simile a quello che attuo durante la scrittura. Abbandono il piano terreno e tutto cessa di esistere. I miei occhi funziano. Sto bene lì, sono sano, sereno. Capisco il francese e un po' vomito. Vedo dei topini intenti a ordinare una nuova bottiglia di vino. Il cameriere topino sale da una scaletta e gliela porge e loro siedono sul tavolino proprio di fronte al mio. Per disegnare i dettagli più minuscoli ho dovuto accendere la luce portatile della bici. In pieno giorno. Quando ho finito e sono tornato in superficie il francese se ne stava per andare. Ha pagato lui il conto ringraziandomi per la piacevole conversazione (non ho detto praticamente nulla ma rido sempre alle battute degli altri specialmente quando non le capisco). Ho guardato gli altri tavoli e ho visto una ragazza piena di pennarelli che disegnava diavoli rosa. Un signore di una certa età che scriveva a penna nel suo taccuino. Un ragazzo che provava a decifrare un file excel o forse era un programma di sintetizzatori formato dj techno. Poi io con i miei topini. Io non me lo posso permettere un atelier anche se mi do arie da artista. Mi posso permettere a malapena di stare in un bar sperando che qualcuno mi offra da bere. Ma qua è tutto così. Gli atelier sono per artisti con qualche mecenate, tipo un babbo ricco. Noi morti di fame paghiamo un caffè al giorno per sentirci meno soli, finire circondati da morti di fame come noi, costretti ad ascoltare il francese che diventa un salvagente mentre si sprofonda nella solitudine. Io ho i miei topini al momento a tenermi compagnia. Un giorno spero torneranno gli occhi.

[tainted-liquor]

Su Tiara Rosa₊˚⊹♡

E42!Miles Morales x Daddy’s Girl!BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: sugar, kisses, n a lil bit of smiles! TWs: Cussing, (im not tagging it nm after this) N word usage, suggestive jokes if ur rlly perceptive W/C: 2.1k!! A/N: PART 2 OF THIS FIC!! RAAGAGHHH (you see any errors no you didnt.)

You spent the next few months talking to Miles nonstop, building a relationship, and getting to know each other little by little. One thing was for sure, the communication was consistent. You went on various dates, with you each surprising and outdoing each other each time. Even though you weren't officially a 'thing', with you telling Miles you don't do boyfriend slash girlfriend until you meet each other's parents, all of that changed today. You made plans with Miles to formally introduce him to your parents, and to say you were nervous was an understatement. It was all that plagued your mind, the idea consuming your glittery pink brain tissue and replacing it with small details about Miles.

You paced around in circles in your room, contemplating if you should wear something pretty for your soon-to-be boyfriend or just stay casual. Would Daddy like him? Mommy already seems to take a liking to him but-...oh no what about your brothers? You thought everything over a thousand times, groaning loudly as you flopped down onto the floor to 'clear your head'. You spent 15 minutes on the soft carpet of your room, overthinking everything as you contemplated canceling today entirely.

You checked the time on your phone through heavy-lidded eyes, huffing as you grazed over the number 4:27 on your clock. You pulled yourself up off the ground and made your way to your closet, deciding on a cute house outfit to wear since you were...literally only having dinner downstairs and then making cookies with Miles. You heard a couple knocks at your door before it nearly came flying off its hinges, revealing 4 pairs of eyes staring at you blankly. You deadpanned, watching as 4 very unwelcome guests filed into your room with confused chirps and sniggers of amusement. Your brothers poked and prodded at your face and room, questioning why there was so much noise coming from your 'pink corner' of the house.

You huffed in annoyance, shooing them all out as they let out noises of disapproval and entertainment. "C'mon, get out I don't want you here...HOW ARE YOU ON MY SHELF?" You shouted, wide-eyed as you watched your brother 'DJ' hang onto your tall dresser. You swatted him down with your pink mini fan, brutalizing your older brothers as they giggled their way back out of your room. Like who do these niggas think they are? Anyway, you have more important things to attend to.

You groaned in slight fear as you realized it was almost time for Miles to make his way over to your house, sucking in a deep breath and fixing your Afro puffs in your vanity mirror. After making sure you looked slightly more presentable than usual, you made your way down the stairs on tip-toes to not disturb the calm atmosphere. “There’s my princess! What’s wrong, you look troubled?” Your dad sparked, immediately tearing his gaze away from what looked like his paperwork. You gave a nervous smile, slowly preparing to explain that you intended to bring a guest to dinner before the doorbell rang. Shit.

You slowly inched towards the door, confusion residing on your father's face as you painfully opened the door, revealing a 'nonchalant' dead Miles. "Daddy, this is Miles..! My new boyfriend!" You muttered, pulling Miles into your house by his hand. He gave a shaky "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. L/N" as your mother materialized from the kitchen, glaring at the two of you with a blank expression. "Hey! Princess, why didn't you tell me we'd be having guests? I would've moved my work to my study!" Your father joked, laughing loudly as he cleared off the living room table. Your mother smiled, giving him a small "Welcome back, Miles! Food should be done in a couple of minutes, alright?"

The two of you stood in shock, utter confusion filling your mood as everyone continued on like normal. "Wait, mommy, you're not mad? Daddy, you're not either?" You asked, tilting your head to the side as your brothers began to pour in an unintentional single-file line. Your parents looked both confused and amused, your mother answering quickly. "Why would we be upset? We know Miles, lovebug. We'd be upset if you brought home some...gangbanging bum you never introduced us to." Miles sniggered, quickly walking over to the dining room table and talking to your brothers as he saved you a seat next to him. "Huh..." you hummed, slowly processing that Miles had already done everything right, and didn't need to do anything to impress the pair.

You took your seat next to Miles, watching as he quickly bonded with your older brothers. "Nah, Nah. It's not even like that. Ask her yourself" he shrugged, nodding in your direction. "Ask me what? What's happening?" You queried, leaning over the table so you could see your brothers all doing their own thing. Your brother Kazir only waved a hand at you, signifying not to worry about it as he struggled to keep a straight face. "Nah, cuz what are you saying over there that's THAT funny?"

The table began to erupt with bickering, you arguing back and forth with Kazir and Zakova. Your father came in not too long after, setting up the food and scolding your brothers for annoying you. They rolled their eyes, taking their plates and going upstairs to their rooms as you giggled under your breath. Your parents rolled their eyes, immediately returning their attention back to you and Miles. "So! Miles, how long have you and Y/N been together? We sure do hear a lot about you" your mother giggled.

You buried your face in your hands, looking down at the ground as Miles chuckled. "Well, we didn't really start dating until today? She wanted me to meet you first before jumping into anything" he sighed as he placed a gentle arm over your shoulder. Your mother seemed both shocked and pleased, sporting a warm smile as she passed a cup to Dj. "Oh wow! So you waited until she was ready to bring you here?" She asked. "Yeah! That exactly" Miles responded with a warm smile.

"That's wonderful! I'm glad to see someone in the world who knows patience. Unlike...some boys." Your father added, subtly eying your brothers. "Dad!" Navir grunted, giving him a sharp side-eye. You giggled, finishing up the last of your food as you flipped off Navir under the table, earning you a very suspicious-looking nod and a low mumble of "remember that." As Miles finished up his food, you offered to help your parents with the dishes as DJ and Navir dashed up the steps. "Nah, we got it. Go, show Miles some more of your sketches!" your mother urged as she beckoned you both upstairs.

You raced straight to your room, dragging Miles with you by the hand as you giggled all the way up. "You play smash? Or are you a Mario Kart person?" you asked, grabbing your switch and semi-flipping onto your bed. Miles looked up at your tiara case, clearly in awe about how gorgeous it looked as he mumbled out "Smash Bros..." You got up, climbing up on your shelf to reach the pretty pink tiara, gently holding it in your hands like the holy grail. "Pretty, right? Daddy won it for me at some sort of auction years ago!"

Miles nodded, watching as the pink crystals glimmered underneath the dim yellow light of your room. He gently took the tiara from your hands, placing it as delicately as possible on your head and fluffing out your curls. You attempted to fight the smile that formed on your face as he turned you around, facing your mirror as he rested his hands on your hips. "¿Ves? Una chica tan bonita" He cooed as he gave your face a little squeeze with his hand, watching as your smile widened in the mirror. "C'mon, let's play some Mario Kart" he stated as he scooped you up and sat you back down near your bedframe.

You screamed internally, laying down on your bed with your pretty pink switch in your hands as you fought the urge to kick and scream into your pillow. He casually took out the 'spare switch' you had in your nightstand, that was basically his as he booted up Mario Kart. He chuckled lowly, looking over at you before mumbling a menacing "I'm not letting you win" into your ear as you chose your racer. "Me and baby peach will fucking smoke you, try me" You spat, giggling as he gave you a small pat on your head. "Sure, Mamas. Sure you will" he taunted as the countdown sounded off.

You spent 30 minutes trying to beat Miles in Mario Kart, feeling like you were on the verge of tears until he let you win. "LETS FUCKING GOOOOO!" you shouted, standing up on your bed and flexing as you yelled like a madman. Miles's eyes widened in amusement, gently holding your ankle so you wouldn't fall as he reminded you to be careful and that you still had your tiara on. You held your tiara firmly, carefully sitting back down on your bed with Miles as you turned off your switch. "I'M THE GOAT. ME! I'M HIM!! I'M HER!!" You shouted, watching as Miles laughed at your antics.

"How does it feel to lose? Get mixed. I know it hurts." You retorted, crossing your arms and holding your head up high. Miles blankly stared at you for a minute, giggling quietly. "First of all, I let you win cuz yo ass was about to cry. Second of all, you won 1 round of 20-" he began, voice laced with obvious amusement. "I don't care! I won! I won! C'mon, let's go make these victory cookies."

You quickly jogged down the stairs, nodding your head upward to greet your brother DJ, who was staring deeply at the blue-ish light of his phone screen. "What y'all bouta do?" he asked blankly, not tearing his focus away from his phone. "We bouta make cookies. You want some?" You asked as you slowed down your speed-walk to the kitchen. "Yeah, as long as they not them fuckin'...mint cookies you made last time. Shit tragic."

You roll your eyes, giving him a thumbs up as Miles chuckles to himself. "ain't shit funny Morales." you grumbled as you got out the ingredients for heart-shaped sugar cookies. "My bad Mami." Miles muttered as you sat down on the kitchen counter, scrolling on your phone for a recipe on sugar cookies. You showed Miles the recipe, watching him scan over the information and ingredients as you got out the necessary contents. You spent about an hour in the kitchen, watching as Miles did most of the work.

"How the fuck you can't bake? Nigga this was YOUR idea?" he asked with a lazy smile, arms flexing as he whisked the butter, sugar, egg, and vanilla extract together. "Has anyone ever told you your arms look delectable" you stated flatly, clearly not hearing his previous question as you stared at his arms. "You don't have noooo filter! Thank you, mi muñequita" he laughs, pausing his mixing briefly to take a breather before continuing his brutal assault on the whipped butter. You gave him a small smile, adding the flour, salt, baking powder and a little bit of strawberry powder to the bowl and watching as he continued to mix the combination until it resembled a dough. You placed down some flour on a large baking sheet, rolling and kneading out the dough and breaking it into little pieces as you covered the smaller balls of dough in sugar before shaping them into hearts.

You handed the baking sheet to miles, watching as he chucked them in the oven and sat on the kitchen counter with you. He scrolled on his phone with one arm around your shoulder, briefly stopping so he could watch as your legs swung back and forth as they dangled off the counter. You hummed to yourself as you watched his phone screen, finding his feed much funnier than yours as you giggled at every other post on his explore page. He had over 5k followers on Instagram, but only followed you and four other people as he opened up his Instagram camera, snapped a quick photo of you two holding hands, careful that neither of your faces were in the camera. He uploaded the photo to his story before hopping off the counter to retrieve the cookies from out the oven.

He sat them on top of the counter, putting his phone down as he took one fresh off the tray, not even wincing as he picked up the hot cookie. "Miles! Are you okay how are you not-" you began, quickly being silenced as he place the cookie in your mouth, thumb grazing the tip of your tongue and giving you a kiss to the forehead.

"Soy puertorriqueño. That shit is nothing to me" he stated, clearly unbothered as fuck.

"Miles make me knock you out."