#show me the money 777

[jamminvroomvroom]

777.

ln x fem!reader

in which lando has a wild week in vegas

on a bit of a roll whoops! had to write something slutty for vegas week/lando’s birthday so here it is! enjoy my loves and please please pleeeeease tell me what you think! 🎲💘 have literally been thinking about this since vegas was announced and i couldn’t stop listening to silk sonic lol

posting this with the @lavenderlando seal of approval 🫡🤍

inspired loosely by 777 by silk sonic

warnings: 18+ minors dni i am so serious!! listen it’s smut. it’s a lot lot lot of smut. alcohol, swearing, fuckboy!lando, one night stand vibes, choking, unprotected sex, general sex acts, some kinky shit, fluff, minor angst bc lando is a moody little shit

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lando had gotten used to the taste of champagne.

the golden bubbles had grown on him over the course of the season, they tasted like success. so, he didn’t protest when several magnums showed up at the round table, some ridiculous happy birthday remix being blasted over the casino speakers.

it was the night of his 24th birthday, and the drinks hadn’t stopped flowing. he was surrounded by his friends, max and ash joining him, as well as the drivers that had arrived in vegas. the crisp white sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows by now, midnight fast approaching, the material half unbuttoned.

they’d started the night in a bar, drowning in a river of alcohol, and now they were in a casino, one of many on the strip. it was all a bit predictable, kitschy decor everywhere he looked since he’d arrived in las vegas, but that’s what made it iconic. the tackiness seemed to mesh well with the old money vibe, and lando knew this would be a birthday to remember. 


everything was mahogany, gold or red. nothing didn’t twinkle in the lights. his suit jacket was slung over his shoulder, curls messy already from the light breeze of november in the desert. his cheeks were champagne rosy, the alcohol going straight to his head and he felt so fucking good.

everyone toasted to the birthday boy, slot machines rattling in the background. lando didn’t usually enjoy this sort of environment, but he was too drunk to care, deciding to embrace the insanity of his life and live on the edge for one night.

he found himself hunched over a gaming table, fingers drumming against the green felt. his eyes scanned the embroidery, taking in the game that was being played. blackjack, he assumed. this really wasn’t his type of place.

by then, as if by some sort of divine intervention, it was.

a flash of red. a swish of hair. manicured nails on a martini glass.

suddenly blackjack seemed like the best fucking game in the world.

lando couldn’t look away from you.

you were stood right opposite him, drink in hand, red satin draping over every curve of your frame. the dress seemed to cover everything, and nothing at all, perfect for the environment you were in. it was daring, enticing, and lando sure liked being enticed.

from the very second he laid eyes on you, he was picturing what you’d look like against a clean, white bedspread, how his name would sound rolling off your tongue in the form of a desperate whimper. it was a crude thought, but he’d become a crude man.

things had changed a lot since his last breakup. he was messy, leaving a trail of clothes and kisses across every country he stepped foot in. he didn’t get off on the number of people he’d slept with, he got off on the rush of someone new, and he knew before he’d even touched down in vegas, a week earlier than he needed to, that this would probably be the messiest week of his life.

but then he saw you, and it felt weird. he didn’t just want to learn your name and bend you over the nearest surface, gone from your bed before the sun was even in the sky. he was addicted at first sight; he had to take you home, at the very least.

his fixation on you was broken by the dealers voice; it seemed like you were up to play next and you needed at least another player. lando’s eyes flitted back to you, wondering if he even knew how to play blackjack before he offered himself up to you on a glaring shiny platter. you took the decision away from him, because this time, you were staring right back at him.

internally, he was choking on air. externally, he was mentally undressing you with a filthy smirk on his face.

“wanna play, birthday boy?” you smiled coyly, an eyebrow quirked seductively. he could have fallen right to his knees at just the sound of your voice. sweet and spicy.

lando realised that you’d seen the embarrassing display the boys had put on for him. maybe you even knew who he was. he definitely wanted to know who you were, and that’s why he decided to give in to your electric stare.

“you’re on.”

he lost.

every. single. game.

numbers were never lando’s thing.

it was hard to care, though, when he had you sprawled out on the desk of his hotel room, his lips all over your neck.

the walk from the casino up to his room had been short, a bottle of champagne in his left hand and the curve of your ass in his right. there’d been very little small talk, very little convincing needed to seduce you, not with the way you’d been eye-fucking from opposite sides of the table, cards laid bare before you both.

he’d kissed you in the elevator, sloppy and desperate, pressed you against the door to his suite, and quickly pinned you to the other side of it once you were finally inside. you tasted like fruit liquor and cigarettes, your dress slowly bunching at your hips as his hands roamed the silky material. lando was restless, craving everything you had to offer, so he picked you up effortlessly, spreading his palms across the back of your thighs.

it had been a short walk to the desk from the door, and he placed you down carefully. lando slid the dress up your thighs, his finger grazing your calf as he did. you were arching into him, pushing his jacket off his frame and frantically tugging at the buttons of his dress shirt until it was hanging undone off his shoulders.

the look in your eyes sent his blood rushing, frenzied and desperate for him as much as he was for you. taking your jaw in his hand, he tilted your chin towards him until you were looking up at him through your lashes. lando tucked your hair behind your ear, continuing to graze down your neck until he reached the flimsy strap of your dress.

“are you gonna let me have you?” his grip on your jaw tightened and he studied your face.

he gulped when your lips twisted into a smile, conniving, dangerous, red lipstick smudged deliciously. you hadn’t caved into his touch, fallen into submission, and suddenly lando was swimming way out of his depth.

it seemed he’d finally met his match.

you pushed him away, giggling as he stumbled backwards towards the bed, and stood from your place on the desk. slowly, you made your way towards him, until you’d backed him up all the way to the foot of the bed, at which point he collapsed. he scrambled up onto his elbows, smirking up at you.

your eyes raked over his frame, swollen lip caught between your teeth. he looked disheveled in the best way, shirt framing lean sun kissed skin.

slowly, you unzipped your dress, letting it fall off your frame. the material pooled at your feet and you stepped out of it carefully, kicking it away. lando had moved up the bed so that he was sitting against the headboard, watching you hungrily. you were left bare, aside from a lacy thong and red stilettos. lando could have cried tears of joy.

happy fucking birthday.

lando’s eyes lit up like 777 had spun onto a slot machine. he may have lost at blackjack but he’d definitely hit the jackpot.

you crawled onto the bed towards him, not stopping until you were sat on his lap. his hands scaled your thighs, stroking up and down the soft skin. you rolled your hips, experimenting, toying with him, and he groaned, low and loud.

“does this answer your your question?” you whispered, leaning into him so that you could loop your arms around his neck.

lando kissed you, slow and sloppy, sitting up even further just to feel you closer. he could feel your nipples brushing against his bare chest, low whines breaking through the kiss your shared every time you felt too sensitive. your bodies were rolling together in unison, friction building nicely between your legs.

he was growing impatient, itching to get rid of the remaining barriers between you. lando held you still, tight, flipping you both over so that he was hovering over you. his lips worked your neck, hickeys littered down your neck and over your collarbone, while his hands moved down your body. he toyed with the band of your thong, snapping the material against your waist.

lando left you there, keening for his touch, while he peeled his shirt off. his trousers went next, along with his boxers, and then he was right back where he’d left off. your panties disappeared in a flash, his kisses punctuated by a splotchy purple mark sucked below your left breast.

and then he was buried between your legs, licking stripes into you like he was starving. he moaned into your pussy when he felt the first pull on his hair, spurring him on. he applied more pressure, taking it slow, revelling in the way you tugged harder and harder with every swipe. lando slid two fingers through your folds, coating them in your slick.

when he slid the digits inside of you, his mouth latched onto your clit, flicking against it relentlessly. he found the perfect rhythm, balance, everything he was doing made you see stars behind your eyelids. you were thrashing, helpless, and he was getting off on it.

you jaw went slack when you raised yourself onto your elbows just to find him grinding against the mattress, groaning into your cunt at the sensation, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. you couldn’t even hold yourself up then, dropping into the mattress as you fell apart beneath him.

lando resurfaced a few moments later, a glint in his eyes, his mouth glistening in the dim light. your vision was hazy, body shattered, but you ached for more of him. the feeling only intensified, your legs tightening around his waist, when he raised his coated fingers to his lips, lapping up every last drop of you. his tongue swirled around his digits lewdly, and you shuddered.

lando didn’t mind at all when you pushed him onto his back, clambering on top of him. you looked wild, animalistic even, as you guided the tip of his cock through your folds, and he folded his arms behind his head to enjoy the view. once you’d slicked him up, not that he really needed it, you sunk down on him.

fingerprints stained your hips; his grip on you increased tenfold as you adjusted around him, your walls throbbing around his swollen cock. lando sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth, holding you down on him. your movements were stuttering, trying to hold yourself together and ignore the way he fit inside you so damn perfectly. you tested the waters, rolling your hips a few times, and his eyes rolled back in his skull.

you felt heavenly, like velvet and butterflies.

he lost all sense of control, every fibre keeping him from wrecking you. his grip didn’t loosen when he fucked up into you, bending his knees for any extra leverage he could get. your nails scraped down his chest, his abs, dripping at the way he tensed under your touch. you tried your best to keep up with him, to meet his thrusts, holding your own for longer than you thought you would.

and then you were folding, melting into his chest, one of his hands pulling both of your behind your back, holding you down as he fucked you into your orgasm. your whines were panted right into his ear, sending him hurtling towards his own high.

lando couldn’t help himself, spilling into you, your body pressed helplessly into his. you were exhausted, wrecked, grinning lazily against the thrumming of his heartbeat.

with your hands held behind your back, you couldn’t stop him from planting you on your back, snaking down your body, burying his tongue deep inside you. the room was filled with the sound of sex, his tongue dragging over you like you were the last meal on earth and he was ravenous. he cleaned up the mess he’d made quickly, sounds that would make the population of sin city blush bouncing off the walls.

your vision was white, maybe your were screaming, it was hard to know what was going on when he had you about ready to ascend. when you fell over the edge, you were boneless, at one with the bed. you watched as he licked his lips, flopping onto the bed beside you.

he stroked your hair and you hummed, content and satiated.

lando didn’t dare look away from you while you came down.

apparently, it was rare to wake up after a wild night in vegas and remember the events of the night before.

lando remembered everything.

the exact shade of your eyes, the feel of red satin and black lace, the way you tasted.

your lips on his skin, hips in his hands, the way you moulded pliantly to his touch.

the way you gave as good as you got.

he was smiling before he’d even opened his eyes, reaching blinding across the bed, ready to propose round… four? five? lando had lost count.

warm hands met cold sheets and suddenly he was wide awake.

lando sat up dead straight, searching for a sign of life in the room. there was none. no shoes on the floor, no dress to match, no thong hanging from the door handle. a pit formed in his stomach.

is this how he made people feel?

waking up alone after the best sex of his life and no trace of the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on was quite miserable.

he thudded back into the mattress, hands shielding his eyes from the burn of daylight. he felt like shit, that was undeniable. when he’d fallen asleep, naked and with you nestled into his side, he couldn’t wait to wake up, perhaps arrogantly thinking that you’d be waking up with him. what was that saying, again?

hope breeds eternal misery.

his brain was wracked with the image of you and him, champagne flowing right before he’d taken you again, bent over the desk. and then again in the shower, a harmless attempt to clean yourselves up ending up with you on your knees before your cheek was pressed against the shower screen.

lando tried to fathom why you’d leave after the night you’d shared. there was something about it, something more intimate in the desperation you’d shared, that left him senseless as to why you were gone before the sun was in the sky.

just like he usually was.

it dawned on him, quite quickly, that the habits he’d made of quick fucks and fast getaways was not good form. it was reckless and casually cruel, and he felt guilt for the first time since his string of one night stands had begun. perspective was a crazy thing.

when he sluggishly made his way out of bed, he felt even worse.

-

“where’d you get to last night? we lost you after that terrible game of blackjack.” max teased, sipping his coffee.

lando found himself at the breakfast table, head rested on his hand and hoodie pulled tight. he wasn’t in the mood to talk, but max was like a dog with a bone; there was no avoiding this conversation.

“met a girl.” lando mumbled, aimlessly stirring the tea he knew he wasn’t going to drink.

“ah, understood.” max said, grinning knowingly. but then, as if lando’s bad mood finally clicked, he continued. “wait, why are you in a mood then?”

“tired.” lando replied, monotonously. he wasn’t quite sure how to unpack this one.

“bullshit.”

“woke up alone.”

“oh.”

“she was- i don’t know. just thought it would be different, that’s all.” lando couldn’t disguise the deflated tone of his voice.

“don’t tell me you caught feelings from a shag.” max rolled his eyes, chomping away at his toast. lando could barely stomach the sight of food.

“shut up, i’m not saying i fell in love. just liked something about her.”

“well, anything can happen in vegas. you never know, mate. she might find her way back to you.”

lando was getting ready for the netflix cup before he knew it. he’d managed to shake off max, escaping to the darkness of his room, the curtains drawn and the lights off.

he pretended it was the hangover that had him laying face down on his bed.

the last thing he wanted was to go and play corporate circus on the golfing green, but he figured some fresh air wouldn’t hurt. and so, he was in the backseat of a car well on his way to the tournament.

carlos couldn’t distract him, neither could alex or pierre. rickie fowler was much less interesting that he hoped, or maybe he wasn’t and lando just wasn’t interested enough. not even zak’s mclaren printed trousers could cheer him up.

lando was leaning into his golf club, starting mindlessly into the crowd, waiting for this garish event to begin when he caught a glimpse of someone he recognised. in a sea of influencers and obnoxious businessmen, there you were.

there you fucking were, in your knee high boots and a mini skirt, sunglasses perched on your nose, skintight top under an oversized blazer and hair shining under the warm sunlight. he lost his balance, the golf club slipping from underneath him, and the only thing that kept him upright was the burning urge to keep his eyes on you.

just who were you?

lando didn’t need to clarify whether or not you were looking at him, too. no, you made it abundantly clear by the way you winked at him, before pushing your sunglasses back up the bridge of your nose.

you fucking winked.

he took a step in your direction, shaky legs ready to carry him all the way over to you. he only had your first name and he craved your second, your phone number, anything really. he’d just take the small talk, to be completely honest.

but then the klaxon screeched, knocking him out of his trance and he whipped round to discover that they were ready to tee off. lando cursed under his breath, rapidly turning to search for your face but you were nowhere to be seen.

had he imagined you? had he imagined all of it?

every golf ball hit was hit with frustrated vengeance.

the week disappeared in a bittersweet blur.

lando had achieved multiple hangovers and about zero dollars in winnings, but he’d successfully managed to take his mind off of you.

okay, so that was a bare faced lie, but if lando didn’t lie to himself, he wouldn’t be able to lie to anyone else.

he wouldn’t be able to lie to max that he was no longer moping. he wouldn’t be able to lie to the media when they asked him if he was oh so excited about the race. he wouldn’t be able to lie to his team when they asked him if he was still suffering the consequences of his week long hangover.

lando had been rushing around all day, after a solid p4 in qualifying the night before. the entire day had been horrendous, sequins and bright lights being shone in his eyes. all he wanted to do was hide, get in the car and then go to bed.

fate had other plans.

lando was rushing to the front of the grid for the national anthem, certain that whatever display that was about to occur would make him nauseous. he was derailed on his journey, caught by rachel brookes in the pitlane, and then accosted by martin brundle once he’d made his was onto the grid.

“good qualifying yesterday and good luck today!” martin called to lando, turning to wrestle another insufferable celebrity.

as lando was making his getaway, ready to jog through the masses of people to his place at the front, he went barrelling into another body, putting his hands out to steady himself and the poor person that had become his collateral damage. as he regained his balance, he must have looked like a cartoon character, eyes bulging out of his head.

“are you stalking me?” was all he could choke out when his eyes met yours.

what the actual fuck were you doing here?

lando had given up on the possibility of ever seeing you again, and yet, here you were, stood under the bright floodlights on the grid, his office. this was the last place he’d expected you to show up, paddock pass swinging from your neck. again, what the actual fuck were you doing here?

“might as well be, at this point.” you teased. “hopefully you’ll do better today than you did at golf on tuesday.” you smiled coyly up at him, tucking your hair behind your ear.

lando was on quite the time crunch, glancing at the time on the clock at the front of the grid. he had a minute to spare, if he was lucky, but he had to talk to you, before you inevitably disappeared again.

“thought i’d get at least your phone number before you left.”

“from what i hear, you don’t usually stick around long enough for those.” you smirked.

well, his reputation certainly proceeded him. he couldn’t really argue with that.

“maybe i’m trying to change that.” lando attempted to flirt but really, he sounded desperate. you didn’t seem to mind.

“i’ll make you a deal,” you proposed, leaning in just a little bit closer. lando’s breath hitched in his throat. “get on that podium, and i’ll be waiting in your hotel lobby.”

“and if i don’t?” lando’s mouth was dry.

“maybe i’ll see you next year.”

lando watched you walk away, your hips swaying tantalisingly, wondering if the hefty fine he would be bollocked with would be worth it if he didn’t move his ass for the national anthem.

this would be the drive of his fucking life.

lando couldn’t recall a time he’d left a track faster in his life.

media duties were rushed, so was the shower he had before he fled. it was lucky he was already on the strip, so the walk to his hotel was blissfully short.

he entered the lobby with a shit eating grin and a comically large bottle of champagne in hand.

a string of second places had gotten rather frustrating, but this one felt particularly good. a podium was a podium, fair and square, and assuming you’d kept to your end of the bargain, he was in for the best celebration of his life.

sitting pretty at the bar that stretched through the lobby, you were waiting for him, heels swinging from the stool you rested on. denim clung to your hips, a dark corset style top moulding to your curves. he wondered if love at first sight was real; lust at first sight certainly was.

lando’s eyes beckoned to towards him, and you slipped inconspicuously into the elevator together, not wanting to draw too much attention to your rendezvous. it was a futile attempt, frankly, because he had you backed into the mirror before the doors had even fully shut.

kisses on your neck had your eyes fluttering closed, one of his knees slotting comfortably between your thighs. one of his hands was clasped tight around the neck of the neck of the bottle, giving lando the fantastic idea to find your neck with his free one. he held you firmly, forcing you to look at him.

“i’m gonna make you wish you never left.”

-

hours on the mattress pulling countless orgasms from one another left you both weak, exhausted, a little bit clingy.

lando felt electric. no other person had ever left him so feral, so euphoric.

he’d had you first against the door, pulling your jeans off and pinning you against it, your thighs in his firm grasp as he fucked you into the wooden panel. then, he’d taken you to bed, your knuckles turning white from your brutal grip on the headboard when he’d planted you down on his mouth. two orgasms later, you were face down in the sheets, ass in the air for him while he slammed into you like his life depended on it, pulling you into his chest by your hair when you reached your climaxes.

all that hard work called for a bath, where you both found yourselves now. it had started off quite innocently, sat at opposite ends of the extravagantly large bathtub amongst the bubbles. but then you’d given him those eyes, and then your back was pressed against his chest, your body draped over his. his head was nestled into the crook of your neck, one arm slung over your waist. his other hand brought the bottle of champagne to his lips, the liquid going down smoothly. lando pressed the bottle to your pursed lips too, trading backwards and forwards while your bodies relaxed into the hot water.

lando’s hand on your waist was getting restless, fingers drumming over your abdomen, up, up, up, until he found your breast. he circled your nipple with his finger, not quite touching the bud yet, but he could feel it hardening from his scarce touch. your hips rolled backwards into his, feeling him hardening once again against your lower back. lando cupped your breast, massaging it in his hands before he switched, flitting between your tits.

you slumped somehow even further into him, not a millimetre of space between your bodies. he was winding you up beautifully, heat burning between your legs once more. you didn’t know how you did it, how you could be so ready for each other after the eventful evening you’d already shared.

lando was flicking your nipples between his finger, switching back and fourth until you were moaning quietly. you took charge, the sensitivity building too quickly, and so you rolled over in his arms, clambering into his lap.

the bath water splashed around you, moving in small waves across the tub as you situated yourself on top of him, grinding down on him until he was buried deep within your walls. he found that spot, rolling your hips against his, and then you were rocking up and down on him, nice and slow. he touched parts of you that never had been before, the pace and the angle intensifying every little sensation. your head was thrown back, hands clawing at his shoulders for something to hold onto, just for the feel of him.

lando reached over the edge of the bathtub, blindly searching for the bottle he’d discarded while you’d been switching positions. he felt the green glass grazing his fingertips and brought it back to his lips, eyes trailing over your body in sheer awe.

he couldn’t help himself, taking a sip before tilting it towards you, pouring the golden bubbles over your clavicle, jaw tightening - just like your cunt did at the sensation - as he watched the sticky alcohol drip down over the curve of your bouncing breasts.

you quivered when you felt his tongue lap over your nipple, then the other, dragging over your sodden flesh until he reached the junction between your neck and your shoulder. he bit down, hard, eyes rolling back at the taste in his mouth and the way you clamped down around him, whimpering out between breathless pants.

lando felt you let go, stuttering on his cock and sinking down on top of him, the water - now lukewarm - soothing your tired limbs. he held you close, basking in the intimacy of the moment, his hearing honing in on the dull hum of ecstasy you expelled.

the bath grew colder and colder as you sat there, comfortable silence filling the air along with the quiet rush of water that came with any movements made. when the time came, lando held you up as you got off of him and stepped onto the plush rug, quickly following suit. you were eyeing the shower when he turned to hand you a towel.

“i think i need a shower, as much as i enjoyed the bath.” you spoke, opening the screen and stepping in to adjust the knobs.

lando weighed up his options, agonising over joining you or doing his back in. he couldn’t exactly tell his trainer that his back gave out from too much sex.

“am i invited?” lando asked, stepping in behind you, hands on your waist.

“seems like you’ve already invited yourself.” you teased, looking at him over your shoulder.

“no funny business, you.” lando rested his head on your shoulder.

“from me? you’re just as bad.” you quipped, letting the hot warm stream all over your flushed bodies.

lando stayed as he was for a second, but then you turned your head again, looking at him from the corner of your eye and he needed to kiss you. he couldn’t help but, and so he twisted you round to face him and leaned in. you were more than receptive, fingers raking through his wet curls.

the hot water rained down on you while you stood there, holding each other close. lando couldn’t put his finger on it, why he didn’t want to let you go. he couldn’t even begin to process the idea of having anyone else in his arms like this. it was absurd, really, but he was too caught up in the moment to care.

when you were both clean and dry, you laid down in bed, gazing mindlessly at one another. his eyes followed the lines of your face, the curve of your lips. he learned a lot about you, a formula 1 fan with who ran her own business and took herself on holiday to vegas. the conversation flowed like the champagne had and you were laughing at all his stupid jokes. in turn he grinned like a fool at your quick wit, the sound of your laughter.

“so what are you doing next? back to work?” lando asked, an idea forming in his mind like a tornado.

“nope,” you popped the p. “giving myself some well deserved time off.”

“have you ever been to abu dhabi?” lando asked, lips quirking mischievously.

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the first thing i'm picking up on is how the people you've who have treated you badly will receive their karma. the universe isn't letting their wrongdoings slide off very easily , because they knew how much you were hurt by these individuals. divine justice to put it into simple words. the universe wants to remind you that they're always by your side , even if you don't seem to feel it. perhaps you've been ignoring some subtle signs that they're trying to show you , due to how preoccupied you are at the moment.

whilst it's okay for you to pour your precious time into things you need to prioritize , i'm getting this sad energy from them. it seems that some of you have been ignoring your spiritual side , not being able to nurture it. the universe is encouraging you to connect with your beliefs or the religion you're part of. "do not forget them" is what i'm hearing for this reading session. they knew that you've put in the work , but now it's just a matter of waiting for the results to thrive.

i felt this impatient energy that was emitting , which made me think that you shouldn't rush into things. remind yourself that what you've been investing in will grow , but on its own time. somehow i'm getting that some of you may have bound themselves in this vicious cycle. it's like there's this negative weight or toxicity that is holding you back from continuing your life. the universe is asking you to evaluate yourself if you're feeling ungrounded or trapped in this circumstance.

whatever this situation may be , it seems to me that it's blocking you from trying to start something fresh on your part. some of you may have been feeling unmotivated or perhaps fatigued about their well-being. it's as if you want to do an activity yet you cannot seem to do so. nevertheless , the universe wants you to know that you shouldn't be stressing too much about this feeling that's engulfing you. this "thing" that you're currently experiencing will be temporary.

i do think that they gave this to you as a way for you to slowdown , down because some of you have been overworking themselves lately , not being able to take good care of themselves these days. even so , all things will pass and once you're ready , the energy you used to be familiar with , this igniting passion that makes you striver harder , will flow again.

EXTRAS : fire , air , & earth energies , capricorn , taurus , libra , aries , leo , sagittarius , mars , venus , saturn , "the truth will set you free" , "there's light at the end of the tunnel" , "don't let yourself be trap by your own fear" , "take time to nurture yourself" , 2 , 8 , 1 , 6 , G , F , K , X , E , 888 , 666 , 777 , 2:22 , 10:10 , sewing machine , peace , anchor , cat , grapes.

ෆ⸒⸒ BUTTERFLY 🦋

i'm sensing this ungrounded energy coming from you pile two. the universe is nudging you to be careful about your way of handling your money right now. some of you may have been overspending on things that they don't even need. it's like you saw something online that caught your attention and how you have the urge to buy it straight away. you could be feeling a bit out of control with it , especially your responsibilities in your life.

the universe is reminding you to check in with yourself and see if you’re being realistic about your way of using your resources. lately , it seems that some of you may have been experiencing some problems with a person who embodies the earth's energy (taurus , virgo , capricorn). whoever this person is around you currently , isn’t living up to their commitments. some of you were being partnered up or working with them and how this dynamic isn't working out between you and this person.

you may show yourself being calm amidst it , trying to get yourself together and maintaining your composure. some of you may also feel frustrated with a project that you've been working on where things just aren’t clicking for you. you felt as if you were not receiving enough support towards this thing you're putting efforts on. the universe thinks that it’s time for you to step back and think about whether you should take the lead or even approach it differently , think outside the box.

you should give yourself a pat on the back because you’ve done the work and your part in whatever position you're currently in. try to acknowledge your hard work and give yourself some credit for everything you have done as of now. you've planted those seeds , and whilst it may feel that the progress is slow and off-putting , the universe wants you to trust them that your efforts will someday pay off. just keep on nurturing what you’ve started.

they are also encouraging you to lean on some structure from someone you respect. this could be someone who has more experience than you or a friend that you trust the most who can help you find your way through any obstacles. it's like the universe seems to be saying , “take a step back , reassess how you’re managing your matters , and don’t hesitate to seek guidance when it is needed”.

EXTRAS : prominent earth energy , taurus , capricorn , saturn , mars , venus , "connect with your own power" , "forming an alliance with others" , "just keep swimming" , "the truth is within reach" , 2 , 3 , 6 , 4 , A , W , F , N , D , 000 , 999 , 11:11 , 1:11 , 333 , owl , clover , music , horse , eiffel tower.

ෆ⸒⸒ FLOWER BOUQUET🪻

hi there pile three ! it seems to me that some of you may be resisting changing themselves for their own good , holding onto something that’s no longer fulfilling you. this thing could be about a romantic connection with someone that feels like it's stuck at a standstill. it's like there's no progress going on between you and this person and how either you or them aren't willing to end it. perhaps the other person doesn't want to change their mindset or actions that are seen as a red flag.

even though this connection or relationship gave you butterflies , there are times wherein you feel like you're the only one who's putting the effort here. the people who know about you , especially those who are aware of you being with this person aren't supportive of it. "out of all the fishes out there , why him / her ?" is what i'm channeling. they also seem to notice how fed up or tired your expression is each time you interact with them.

nevertheless , whether it's a situation , a habit , or a connection with someone else , the universe is telling you to let go of this connection. you knew to yourself that you felt stuck , fully aware of something that needs to end , yet you’re dragging your feet on it. it's as if the universe is saying , "hey , there's a strong bond here but you need to look at it from a different angle". some of you are being encouraged to nurture this relationship because it will act as a guide for you through the inevitable changes you're resisting.

i sensed that you may be feeling torn about needing to make a choice whether to move forward with this relationship or to break it. some of you may as well be trying to avoid or confront this problem because you still haven't listed down the things , be it pros or cons , about the dynamic you're experiencing with this person. it's like deep within yourself , you're afraid that you're going to make the wrong decision to cut them off completely.

the universe wants you to know that you should follow what your intuition or your instincts are telling you. if you feel like you're always in this heavy energy , that's a sign for you to cut that person off. the phrase "hang in there" kept on repeating in my mind , you need to stand strong despite the challenges you're facing inside or outside of the romantic connection.

EXTRAS : water , air , & fire energies , scorpio , cancer , libra , sagittarius , pluto , venus , moon , 2s , "now we are starting all over again" , "performing physical activities to clear up the mind" , "nurture the body and the soul" , "keeping in touch with your lover" , "starting a new chapter" , 1 , 3 , 6 , 0 , H , J , W , T , P , 333 , 10:10 , 222 , 777 , 1:11 , grapes , firefly , yin & yang , pumpkin , one wing.

[symphonic-scream]

Fool Makoto AU; Goro Akechi, the Chariot, aka "Rogue"

Y'all voted and wanted to see Goro next, so here we go! If you're interested in this arcana swap feel free to send me asks about it, and check out the au tag Fool Makoto

Let's get this show on the road

Goro before the plot

Alright. So Goro's mom? Alive. She's been getting a bit of child support money from Shido to remain hush hush about him having a bastard son, and doesn't tell Goro for a while. They're not well off, and she struggles to keep a steady job as she raises him, but they're surviving. Things are pretty okay for a while

He doesn't have many friends. His worry for his mom and anger at his unknown dad for leaving them makes him stand out from the other kids, and he spends his time studying, doing stuff around their apartment, and walking with his mom to the 777 for a special treat when he brings home a good grade

By middle school, he's got one person he'd call a friend. That Haru girl, who everyone is weird about cause her dad is famous or something. They sit at the back of the class, and partner up for projects. That's, about the extent of their friendship

Soon enough, things start to crumble. Goro's mom falls ill, and they don't have the money for her treatment.

So, taking matters into his own hands, he rummages through her records without her knowing, and finds the name of his father. Shido Masayoshi. He goes to him with his "evidence", and demands he help his mom. He won't do it for free, of course, being corrupt and shit. Goro has to agree to become his little attack dog, one of his "interns". This is how he gets into Shujin.

While the other interns are mostly young girls and sons of other famous people doing copies and shit, Goro gets tasks like digging up dirt on his competitors, and other shady things. He doesn't tell his mom the details, just that he got a job working for his dad to pay for her treatment

Then, well, one morning in his second year, he's being driven to school by his dad after going to threaten an opponent early in the morning, only to get kicked out into the rain so his dad can harass the Okumura girl in his car, and he meets Makoto

Goro's Persona, Element, and Weapon

For his Persona, Goro has Fawkes, named for Guy Fawkes. One of the conspirators to take out one of the former English Kings. As for his element, Goro uses Curse, specializing in magic damage and giving the team attack buffs, and Crit buffs later on

His physical weapon is the one-handed sword, much like his hero sword from the games. I couldn't just not give him a sword again

Goro's gun weapon is the Assault Rifle

Goro's Phantom Thief Identity; Rogue

So as a Phantom Thief, Goro goes by Rogue. His overall theming is that of an Antihero, partially inspired by Robin Hood for the reference to his canon persona. Well, one of them

As such, his mask is like a strip of fabric, looks like it's tied behind his head, but he can pull it off just as easy as the rest of them. It's dark black

The main part of his outfit is a hooded dark grey jacket, with a high collar and a big cross over for the buttons. He has dark red leather straps over his torso, and flared, dark red leather gloves. The buttons and accents on his jacket are black. The design of the buttons on his jacket are pointed, like arrows. His trousers are the same dark red as the straps and gloves, tucked into tall black boots.

Goro's Social Link

For the majority of his Social Link, Goro and Makoto are teaming up to solve a case at school, since someone has been taking things from students' shoe lockers. Through the installments, Goro talks about how he ended up working for his father, how he doesn't know what to do with his life since he only did that for his mom.

He also mentions a fear that he'll end up like his dad. Cause, he mentions he was good at it, and what if that means he's doomed to become slimy and corrupt like him?

That's not the case though. Goro finds that the thing he's good at is looking into things, and digging up clues and secrets. His ninth level hangout is spent at the Takemi house, where he ends up being offered a proper internship with Criminal Investigator Sae Takemi (The Hierophant).

Makoto and Goro find the culprit of the thefts at school and Goro is slightly disappointed the case is over. But ye, he learns that he won't become like his dad as long as he cares not to, and that he's not alone and all that

Goro's outfits

So just like Haru (the Lovers) and Makoto (the Fool), his uniform is worn perfectly until after the first palace, Shido, is over. Once he no longer has to maintain a perfect look to not make his father look bad, he adds a little flair.

He keeps his blazer open, and wears a dark red sweater vest over the white uniform shirt. He doesn't really change that much else for the spring/fall/winter. For summer, he swaps the uniform shirt for his own short sleeved polo shirt, in a maroon colour

For his spring/fall outfit, Goro wears a black collared shirt and brown trousers, with a red and grey patterned sweater over it. He has the sleeves of his sweater and shirt rolled up neatly, and the collar over the sweater perfectly

For the summer, he has tan khaki shorts, pressed with a crease down the front, and a dark grey crew neck sweater, the sleeves rolled up and folded all nice. He still wears loafers shoes, which are in nearly all of his outfits, but he has socks in that red and blue diamond pattern he wears on that sweater in the canon game

And finally, Goro winter fit. He has a beanie hat, which fits him real well, and is dark red. His coat is like a short trench, dark beige, over a white collared shirt and cricket style sweater, black, silver, and maroon. His black pants are pressed and creased again, and he's got a dark tartan scarf and dark leather gloves

Goro in Strikers

So in the main part of the au, Goro is in second year at Shujin, but for Strikers, he's in his first year of post-secondary. Also, it's winter. I wanted a bit of a jump here ehe

He dresses much the same, still in neat outfits with that dark academia look, but he's got a few silver piercings. He went and got them done with his mom, when she was officially in recovery in his final year. His jewelry look like little arrowheads, like the buttons on his thief outfit

He's much more settled, and has been happily working under Sae as an intern investigator. He's getting his degree in criminal justice and a minor in criminal psychology, and he attends school in Tokyo, unlike Makoto and Haru.

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I don't have any extra info or inspo images this time like with Haru, so I won't need a cut this time. I hope y'all like my Chariot Goro! Hes still a bit of a shit, don't worry, but he won't be as mad at the world. Still a little, but not to the murder extent.

I won't be running a poll for who's next since I still have the results of the last one, so I'll be working on that next post soon! As always, let me know what you think, and asks and comments are appreciated

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

What Will This Month Be Like For You?

Pick a pile, any one!

From left (1, 3, 5) to right ( 2, 4, 6 )

What frequency are you tapping into? What's your focus this summer and how can you emit the best energy at this time?

Lets go!

Pile 1 : Letting Go, The Divine Carries You Home.

What you guys should remember is that the world is yours if you make it. You have gifts that draw people in to your every move, yet you hide your power and your shine falls away.

If you must know, the divine carries a mission for all of us in present time. With the knowledge you guys currently seek, you also carry within. You are a code to the matrix, an everlasting one at that.

This summer, your focus in your life's mission which falls into healing, serenity, and divine compassion. You're focus should be the clear the head of all of its impurities, and focus on more

Keywords: Angels, The voice, singing, dancing in nature, solitude, being alone. 333. 21. 36. 818. 222. 777. 919. 33.

Pile 2 : Me, Myself & I

You want it all, the relationship, the car, the house, the confidence. Everything. But you gotta wait on it just a bit longer. Right now, the time to focus on self is better, so that you can know whats in store for you so you can prepared.

You may be tired of being alone, depressed even. But what if I told you going out on a whim by yourself could be the best thing you could of did? Open up to a new world by just embracing the universes secrets and going out and seeing things from a new perspective. You are the it girl, I need you to be a star at this hour.

It may be time to cut off some stress by getting rid of people who no longer serve you. Your angels are with you, ask them to guide you into working on removing energies that aren't for you anymore.

You could be taken more pictures of yourself at this time, work on voicing your opinion and also embrace your personality as your energy is high and you are very beautiful.

Key words: Bunnies, Hats, Modeling, Modeling contracts, It Girl, Instagram Follows, Being a Light, Popular, Heaven, Most popular, Being who you are, Chocolate, Angel numbers like 711, 323, 222, 111, 808, 3, 88, 10, 11.

Pile 3: Hold Onto Me, I see into the future.

"I am an ocean of love, my essence is not attainable to just anyone. My body is my home, and I will not let anyone devour me whole. I am the universe in one soul."

You guys have to see beyond what people are showing you. You are not the one to play with, so dont let it be. Someone or something is bothering you from the surface, if you dont figure it out before it starts to pull its strings, it may start to eat away at you like.a parasite. And you my love, are not the host.

Juat like your friends in pile 2, you guys are going to have to pick your friends wisely. Focusing on what you want is easier said than done, but if no one is able to meet your standards, then baby they aint the one.

Gotta be who your mother brought you out to be. THAT girl.

Y'all need to move like you're the princess that you are, period.

Keywords: Angelic realms, pearls, diamonds, 333, going to places that make you feel good, movies, love/romance, energy shifts, ice cream sandwiches, cherries, sea salt.

Pile 4: Give It All To Me

Y'all have a desire to hold on to your wallets, but whats holding on to you? Money flows intentionally, not to just anyone.

You gotta make a way for the money train to come in and give you waht you need, or else you will bottom feed on pennies and crumbs and thats not the essence of a Queen. You got it?

Focus on your drive and what makes you feel something.

If money is the answer, than you gotta be an entrepreneur. You make the money, dont let it make you.

Be patient with your circumstances cause I know it aint easy, but being yourself is the creative ability you been needing to embrace for a while. You might not know what that means yet, try taking a risk and see where it goes. You never know ;)

Keywords: Mirrors, makeup, altars, roses, peaches, skin-deep, burlesque, making moves from a higher order, strippers, energy healers, restaurant, diy, 222, 777, 999.

[runwayrunway]

No. 9 - IndiGo

A very different type of bonus review - I'm here to stop talking about history and start talking about current events. Nobody has requested IndiGo, but IndiGo has requested that Airbus sell them a record-breaking 500 A320-family aircraft as an absolutely wild opening to this year's Paris Air Show. That is, to put it in context, the largest bulk order of jets by an airline ever, in history. While aircraft orders by companies are generally negotiated behind closed doors and thus I can't say how much money is actually changing hands, the approximate value of this deal is hypothetically 55 billion US dollars.

This will more than double IndiGo's existing 308-strong fleet, consisting of A320-family jets and ATR-72 turboprops. They are already the largest operator of the A320neo in the world, and have a truly stunning 999 aircraft on order.

Well. Assuming nothing changes, we will have a thousand more of these in the world by 2035. How do I feel about that?

Those living in the West might not be familiar with IndiGo (full name InterGlobe Aviation Ltd., not to be confused with defunct United States carrier Indigo Airlines; callsign "IFLY", not to be confused with Russian charter airline I-Fly) but even without this truly prodigious order they're pretty massive. In fact, they're the largest carrier in the world's most populous country. Currently headed by the former CEO of KLM, they are also the largest low-cost carrier in all of Asia.

It's interesting, but somehow this livery doesn't feel like it has much gravitas to it. That's fine for a low-cost carrier, it just feels a bit surreal that this is the current record-holder for largest bulk order of aircraft. Not the Delta-American-United triad, who already have 1,000+ aircraft fleets. Not Emirates and its massive A380 and 777 fleets. Not even a huge flag carrier looking to expand. They're not even a full-blown ULCC, and I could have imagined Ryanair making an order of this magnitude to try and rapidly expand way before I would have bought it from IndiGo. My guess would be that they're feeling a bit threatened by the two massive threats of the Lions Air and Airs Asia, but that's just speculation and also not what I'm here to talk about. I just cannot stop being astounded by this. I don't feel like any airline needs 500 aircraft total, but what would I know?

One neat little touch I'd like to point out is that this plane feels like it had a lot of thought put into how it's seen from the bottom. In particular, the little stick figure/airplane dot thing(?) IndiGo logo is on the bottom, and the little blue swooping line is made an active part of the design under the nose, rather than just trim, the same way as it is on the tail. The logo in particular is super recognizable. I will say, though, the way that it's just dots could probably make people mistake it for some sort of safety lighting rather than iconography, because it does resemble the sort of markers you'd see on the ground at a runway.

Seriously, what is that logo? Is that an airplane? I think it's supposed to be an airplane but it is so simplified it's no longer instantly recognizable.

The font used for the wordmark is ITC Bauhaus, which, sure, that's nice and big and striking, and its branding has not changed since 2006. The color...sure is indigo, though the actual livery on the airplanes pretty heavily skews towards general blue. (We're done with jetBlue, but blue jets will haunt me forever, it seems.) I wish it was a bit bolder on the actual fuselage, because it's a bit hard to read at times with how thin the letters are.

That said, I have to point it out: Indian carrier operating primarily domestic flights in India, which will mostly be flown on by Indian people, the majority of whom will speak Hindi (the fourth most spoken language on the planet), and yet has the airline's name and website in English but not Devanagari. (EDIT: I have been told by somebody who actually lives in India that English is probably the more broadly accessible choice for a lot of the country, so this is actually not an issue.)

I kind of wonder if ATR operators are drawn to dark swooping curves on the bottom of their planes, because Azul had the same sort of basic shape around the belly fairing. I think it looks good on the type, don't get me wrong, I'm just curious now if that does factor into the thought process.

I think this livery is exactly as busy as it needs to be. It pinches in neatly under the nose, and I like how it travels up to cover the lower half of the tail. It feels uncommon to see that sort of tail-fuselage integration. It's nice how the light blue line alternately joins and diverges from the darker main body, creating a dynamic feeling, and I like how it's used as almost a rule for the placement of the logo on the tail. (I do wonder why the little plane logo couldn't go there instead, though. Or on the nacelles. Its absence everywhere except the belly seems weird. There actually is a small one on the nose under the windows, but if you can't see it from a distance I don't think it counts.)

The airline operates a total of two freighters, but I just want to point out the commitment to the Go bit, which I like. It's a lot less of a common branding thing than you'd expect, honestly. Surprised more airlines haven't jumped on that.

I really love seeing prop covers on planes. Those are her gloves.

I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that the blue fully retreats in that little center-back fuselage section. From a few angles you get just a sliver of it visible in a way that feels awkward, but in theory I do like it. A bit of white breaking up that line isn't a bad thing.

Grade: C+

As in, we will c +500 of these in the next twenty years.

Well, this has been just a fun little extra. It's a good thing I don't totally hate this, because 500 more of these are about to be flying to an airport near you! (More airports near more people, because I think 1,200 planes for just their current 101 destinations would be serious overkill). What an exciting start to the Paris Air Show, and I live in fear that I'll be forced to rush to my keyboard again when [throws dart] Binter Canarias announces that they [spins wheel] are going to start operating a fleet of secondhand A380s.

[narciesuss]

Season Two

Episode Two: 222 Spiritual Downloads

WARNING! FULL DISCLOSURE! A message for your sensitive ass! Don’t take my advice or anything I say seriously. This is all for shits and giggles. Why you trippin?

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STOP SCROLLING! If this post has found you it’s because we’re energetically intertwined! I am receiving a channeled message FOR YOU 🫵

Hold on! I’m hearing… I’m feeling… I hear that… That you are the baddest fucking boss baddie bitch!

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Press play to start the vibes 😙

Oh, is there someone else or not?

'Cause I wanna keep you close

I don't wanna lose my spot

My black candle’s flame was always low and frail.

2:22 told me everything before you even opened your mouth.

I ground and cleanse myself after you.

I cut the cord and ask the universe for a sign.

Is there someone else? By The Weeknd starts playing.

Night came and your car was on fire.

A few nights later baby cries, glass breaking, and what I think was a gunshot.

Oh let’s not forget the footsteps on my roof.

And now the most painful revelation of them all, you compromised my health and well being.

11:11

2:22

3:33

4:44

5:55

777

888

And my favorite

999

So you ask, is there someone else or not?

[Death by Oliver Hibert)

There is someone else, hun. It’s me. My higher self. My final form. It’ll always be me.

And you lost your spot almost immediately babes. I was mirroring you the entire time. I never had a spot with you so…

🔪💕🔪💕🔪💕🔪💕🔪💕🔪💕🔪💕🔪💕🔪💕🔪

I cannot stress this enough. Trust your motherfucking intuition! Trust your body. Trust your knowledge of life! There is patterns and signs everywhere that scream at you to be acknowledged. Listen!

I’ll give you a simple example.

If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck… guess what?

I heard something some time ago. This man said, “trust people. Trust that people are going to be people. Trust that the politician is going to fulfill that role. Trust that the thief is going to steal.” Trust the patterns.

Believe the narcissist 😈

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The NEW MOON starts at 1:30 am Wednesday April 19th and will end Thursday April 20th at 9 pm. It will peak at 11:12 am on the 20th! It’s time to ask the universe in specific detail what is it exactly that you want.

Our New Moon will be part of a SOLAR ECLIPSE that will run from 8:36 pm April 19th to 1:59 am the following morning. Plant the seeds you wish to grow.

And don’t forget ARIES SEASON ends same day as our New Moon Eclipse. The world is your playground. Take advantage of the last wave of fire 🔥

MERCURY RETROGRADE starts April 20th and will end May 14th. We are already in the pre shadow period. Pay close attention to who hits you up during this time.

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As for me, I’ll be gone for a bit… I met The Divine Masculine and he’s helping me regain my powers 🥹✨

End Credits:

I wanna thank CVS for taking all my money 💙

I wanna thank my little bucket of nails (car) for always breaking down and prohibiting me from driving more than 20 minutes anywhere 😁

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Next time on The Kassie Show:

Goodbye to The Fool Era.

[djmossback]

SpaceBar 19 Aug 2023

The Tracks

Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Joan Of Arc - (12” import)

Kylie Minogue, Can’t Get Blue Monday Out of My Head - (12” promo)

Foxy, Get Off - (TK 45RPM 12"}

Heaven 17, (we don’t need this) Fascist Groove Thing -(LP cut}

Third World, Now That We’ve Found Love -(12" single)

Sade, Hang On To Your Love-(12" single)

Slave, Shake It Up -(12" single)

Patrice Rushen, Forget Me Nots- (7" single)

Bee Gee’s, Jive Talkin’ - (7" single)

Dazz Band, Let It Whip - (7" single)

Billy Nomates, blue bones (deathwish-(LP cut}

Billy Squier, The Stroke - (7" single)

Nine inch Nails, Closer-(LP cut}

Vince Staples, NORF NORF-(LP cut}

Grace Jones, Walking In The Rain-(LP cut}

Appolonia 6, Sex Shooter-(12" 45RPM single)

SOS Band, Take Your Time - (7" single)

Heatwave, The Groove Line - (7" single)

Jay Z and Jermaine Dupre, Money Ain't A Thing-(LP cut}

David Bowie, Let’s Dance-(12" single)

Cheryl Lynn, Got To Be Real- (7" single)

Prince, I Wanna Be Your Lover- (7" single)

Pet Shop Boys, West End Girls-(12" single)

ZZ Top, Cheap Sunglasses-(LP cut}

Phil Collins & Phillip Bailey, Easy Lover-(12" single)

Cramps, What’s Inside A Girl-(12" single)

Cure, The Walk-(Mini LP cut}

Rob Base & DJ EZ ROCK, It Takes Two-(12" single)

Abbysinians, Declaration Of Rights-(LP cut}

Bobby Brown, My Perogative - (7" single)

Michael Jackson, Rock With You - (7" single)

G.Q., Boogie Oogie Oogie - (7" single)

Gap Band, Outstanding-(LP cut}

Isaac Hayes, Theme From Shaft - (7" single)

Time, 777-9311-(LP cut}

Tommy Tutone, Jenny (867-5309) - (7" single)

Bad Brains, Pay To Cum - (7" single)

Judas Priest, Metal Gods-(LP cut}

Clipse, When The Last Time-(12" single)

Amii Stewart, Knock On Wood-(12" single)

Ari Lennox, Pressure-(LP cut}

Orbital, w/ Jason Willliamson, Dirty Rat-(LP cut}

Orb, Little Fluffy Clouds-(12" single)

Moon Mullican,7 Nights To Rock-(LP cut}

Fun Boy Three, Our Lips Are Sealed (7" single)

GO-GO’s, We Got The Beat (7" single STIFF version)

Bush Tetras, Too Many Creeps - (7" single 99 records)

Dry Cleaning, Scratch Card Lanyard - (7" single)

Human League, The Sound Of The Crowd-(LP cut}

Everything But The Girl, Nothing Left To Lose-(LP cut}

Max Romeo, Blood Of The Prophet-(LP cut}

Average White Band, Pick Up The Pieces-(LP cut}

Police, Roxanne - (7" single)

Thin Lizzy, Angel From The Coast-(LP cut}

Stealers Wheel, Stuck In The Middle - (7" single)

Mos Def, Ms. Fat Booty-(12" single)

Haircut 100, Love Plus One - (7" single)

Plague Vendor,Break Dance On Broken Glass-(LP cut}

Cate le Bon,Moderation-(LP cut}

Culture, jah pretty face-(LP cut}

Herb Alpert, Rise-(12" single)

Tasting Notes

I was semi-prepared. I threw in some new records, brought my softside bag with more records in it, and showed up more or less on time. Elevator worked, so I rolled to the booth and set myself up. I usually start with something loud and declaratory, but this time I wanted to ease into the set with dynamics and subtlety. The "Joan Of Arc" 12" from Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark is usually slotted deeper in the set, but I liked hearing it front and center.

I goosed the tempo with the Kylie mashup, and followed that with Foxy, the Cuban-American soul disco band. The TK Records 45RPM 12" kicks so hard that Jules had to come up and turn the mains down because it was so loud in the front. It's hard to tell from the booth what the volume is in various parts of the space. Some places it's loud, and in other parts it's low. The booth is in a "dead" spot. It's not bad, it just takes tweaking. I'm there to cut through the noise, not to be noise.

Jules is back up during the Third World 12" to bring the volume up again. She asked me if different records sound different, or are recorded differently. It's a great question, one that I consider all the time during the acquisition phase. Some records jump off the turntable, and some records sound dead. I'm always on the hunt for 45RPM 12" cuts, but depending on when you play them, what records surround them in the set, how many people there are in the bar, and any number of other variances, things can fall flat. I've had things fall flat during some sets that were bangers in previous sets. And, a lot of it is timing – whoever is there listening, their energy also contributes to the vibe. I watch Tavis behind the bar; if I can get him moving, then I know I'm onto something.

Someone came to me early in the set to see what I was all about, and when I told him I only played vinyl, he said "Oh, you play '80s stuff." Which made me immediately put something from the '70s on, and follow it up with a contemporary track. Who says I don't take requests?  I got more contemporary artists mixed in tonight: Billy Nomates, Orbital, Ari Lennox. And I like to throw reggae records into the flow freestanding, and not in blocks of reggae records. They have such a great sound for sound systems. Tailor made for it. I could never cut it as a genre DJ. It just doesn't interest me. I love music in its totality. And the things I don't love? I just leave them out. 

My methodology, such as it is, is half improv, half improbability. I don't just play what I like, but I like what I play. I play music I can respond to. I feel at home in the Spacebar, so I play music that you would hear if I were playing music for a party in my home. I'm not there to be the show, but to play my part in the show. I didn't play the Bad Brains, Judas Priest and the Clipse to show how smart I am, I played it because I thought it would sound good. And it did. And it helped the rest of the set gel. I was having a hard time finding my footing early on. It wasn't bad, I just felt tentative, sticking with things I knew. I don't construct set lists beforehand, although I do choose records for the crate that I think will work, and build it up from there. It is a limitation, but limitations are not a bad thing. I am employed to construct a vibe, and while I am averse to taking requests, I do like it when people ask for things like Prince. That got them the long version of Appolonia 6, and later on, the first Prince record I ever bought, "I Wanna Be Your Lover." I heard that on the radio in 1978, and instantly became a fan of the man. DJ IGA says that "Sex Shooter" is the hallmark Mossback record.

The three crowds that rotated through the bar this night were odd. I guess I was spoiled by the Rollergirls showing up the previous two Saturdays I played. Those folks bring an energy to the proceedings!

I was trying to get to 2 a.m., but I fell short and ended the night on the Herb Alpert, "Rise" 12" I got out of the used bins at the Record Exchange. Cheap. I was struck again at the marriage of that jam that Diddy looped for B.I.G. It's genius. And something to aspire to. There's a lot out there, if you are open to hearing it.

The next Third Space Saturday is 16 September 2023. Going to continue reading "Last Night A DJ Saved My Life" by Bill Brewster and Frank Broughton. It's very inspiring. And digging, forever digging. Perhaps a little thinning and reorganizing. And, listening. Always listening. 

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (777): Fri 3rd May 2024

I used my emergency holiday to go home five hours early today. I toyed with the idea of starting to use half an hour from my emergency hour every day to turn my half hour break into an hour break but I suspect that if I start doing this eventually work will tell me that I’m not allowed. I may try to do this next month but as soon as there's an opportunity to get the fuck out of there I can't help but snap it up. I don't hate the job in fact I'd go as far as saying that it's the best job I've ever had in terms of…well getting paid the most amount of money for the least complex work but I still would rather be in bed than lugging giant carts filed with packages around all day. I can't imagine there are people who would rather be working in a factory than being in bed, unless of course Jimmy Savile was in their bed. On another positive note today since cutting out the canteen food, snacks and takeaways my savings are already above £3000 for the first time in ages. It scares me to think of how much I could have saved and how many adventures I could have gone on if I just stuck to eating only the food that's already in the house that I get included with my board money. However for a long time I was incredibly depressed and working in a job that I didn't want to be in so the only source of comfort was junk food. Before I move out of this house and finally get my own place I want to try and cross off all of the travel based items from my bucket list and hopefully cutting back on all the confort food will go a long way towards all these adventures. This time next year I'm going to finally go off on my UK road trip that I've wanted to do for ages. Then there's Hawaii which Dad and I are planning on visiting in 2026. I'll be using the money Grandad left me for that one though so I won't need to put any of my own savings towards that. I want to go on a guided coach trip around Europe and I could possibly still do that this year if my holiday allowance goes back up to three weeks now that I've used a chunk of it for this family holiday to Greece. I also want to go to Baltimore to see Edgar Allan Poe's various haunts including his house, grave and the pub he was last seen alive), New Orleans, Japan for Wrestle Kingdom and whenever the WWE decided to hold a Royal Rumble event on the east coast I want to go to that (or hopefully if they decide to hold one in the UK I won't have to). Speaking of my bucket list I'm down to the last few artists on the list that I want to see and to my surprise this year they've announced UK shows and I have tickets to them. They are Jane's Addiction (who I'll be seeing at the end of this month), AC/DC (who I'm going to at the end of June) and Primal Scream who are doing a show at the end of October. I figured that these would be the last music gigs put on my my bucket list artists this year but today I got an email from Ticketmaster telling me that the legendary David Gilmour has announced a series of shows at the Royal Albert Hall. God damn it now I'm going to have to buy a ticket to this as well. I probably won’t get to see a Pink Floyd reunion so the next best thing will be to see someone who was in Pink Floyd and hope that his set contains a decent amount of Pink Floyd songs.

[mrscorpio]

Another MR. SCORPIO'S HOUSE FIRE is UP!

Mixcloud: http://bit.ly/Mixcloud307

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Shows: http://bit.ly/ScorpioPodcasts

Name/Artist/Album

Just Us/CINTHIE/Milk & Sugar Pres. Stardust, Vol. 5

I Believe feat. Suzanne Palmer (Sophie Lloyd Extended Remix)/Mark Picchiotti, The Absolute/I Believe Remixes

Glory (feat. Waajeed) - Floorplan Extended Remix/Dames Brown/Waajeed/Floorplan/Glory (feat. Waajeed) [Floorplan Remix]

Never Thought [Printworks] (623 Again Vocal)/Kerri Chandler, Sunchilde/Spaces and Places Album Sampler 1

The Power (Original Mix)/Karizma/The Power EP

Daily Prayer (Original Mix)/Mr. G/Phoenix G #BeatportDecade House

Freefall/Clownfish/Freefall

Love Or Let Me Go (Original Mix)/Elli Mozz/Love Or Let Me Go

Touchin You (Original Mix)/Cosmos Funk/Touchin You

Ain't Nobody's Fool (Original Mix)/Block & Crown, Sean Finn/Ain't Nobody's Fool

Way Up 2.0 (Original Mix)/Jayson Brown/Way Up 2.0

Forbidden Fruit/J. Cole/Born Sinner (Deluxe Edition)

Be Solid feat. Buddy/ Smoke DZA & Huey Briss/Mike & Keys/The Paris Tapes

World Music/Jemini The Gifted One & Danger Mouse/Born Again

Street Chess (Feat. LaQuan & DJ Fastcut)/Snowgoons/1st Of Da Month Vol. 2

Showtime/Ly2Fly/The Epic

Relapse/Illa J/No Traffic

Fall Back Down feat. Planet Asia & Alonda Rich/Doctor Omega/Sunset Park

Nas Is Like (Clean No Cocaine)/Nas/Represent (Original Demo Mix)

Summertime feat. Skyzoo/ Jinxsta JX & Twizzy/Phro./Ambition 2

Mad Hatter feat. Mick Jenkins & Memnoc/NappyHIGH/Menace

Piper (Remix) feat. Pete Rock/Conway the Machine & Thelonious Coltrane/Sacred Price (Side B)

Smoke/C-Red & Agent M/Duty Hours

Buddha Chronicles/DamarTheEmcee & Marc Spano/Infinite Westside Buddha

Do You Love You Or Do You Love Money (Feat. Gawd 5)/Raz Fresco & Figub Brazlevic/777

List/Ausar & Deante' Hitchcock/I Now Know.

Drug Trade feat. Black Thought/Smoke DZA & Flying Lotus/Flying Objects

CHINA TOWN/TY HEALY & PANDAMONIUM/TY HEALY & PANDAMONIUM BAMBOOZLED

Asking To Break/James Blake/Playing Robots Into Heaven

[ronjunnie]

Look at how The Q's face when he took Coogie's money(from: Kid Milli)XD

[ohsharethekmusic]

Song : Good Day (ft. Paloalto) (Prod. By CODE KUNST)

Artist : pH-1, Kid Milli, Loopy

Album : Show Me The Money 777 Episode 1

[richrubies]

Two to Tango (Loopy x Reader)

➳ genre: angst

➳ masterlist

Never in your life did you think you would be in this position.

You’d never once thought that you’d be that woman.

And yet at the same time, you couldn’t help but keep opening the door for him, despite knowing what you were doing was wrong.

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‘She’s texting,’ you say softly, trapped under his arm as his phone vibrated against the night stand. You didn’t have to see his screen to know who it was. Only a girlfriend would text this late into the night, and as erratically as she was.

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Where are you?

Are you safe?

Are you coming home or staying at the studio?

Let me know please, I’m worried about you.

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You had to feel the tiniest bit of guilt. It was the least you could do for sleeping with her boyfriend.

You’d been counting the amount of times she’d called since Jinyoung showed up a few hours ago. Four, so far; a personal best.

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Jinyoung grunted in response and began to move, pulling himself out of his stupor, ‘I guess times up.’

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He was out of the bed and in the en-suite within seconds. The sound of the shower followed suit quickly after. You sighed, rolling onto your side to stare out the window overlooking the city.

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It wasn’t as if you loved Jinyoung, but there were emotions there that you couldn’t quite place; lust, and perhaps pity. He was damaged in a lot of ways—you two didn’t need to talk for you to figure that out about him. Fame and fortune came at a great cost, and you wondered what he’d gone through to turn out the way he now was—cold and distant, even towards the one woman he supposedly loved.

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It was selfish of you to sleep with him knowing that he wasn’t yours, but what did that make him, every time he turned up at your front door? It left you wondering who out of you two, were more to blame for what this relationship had become.

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It was even more selfish for you to still hold hope that when you found someone to love, he would never do to you what Jinyoung was doing to his girlfriend. It was hypocritical in every way possible, but you defended your wishful thinking by believing that it was only natural to want to be wholeheartedly loved. You just hoped karma felt the same way you did when it came time for that.

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You didn’t have time to dwell on that thought as Jinyoung emerged moments later, drying himself off comfortably, not bothered by your gaze. He had gotten too confident in your home over the last three months—as if he were becoming a permanent fixture.

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His phone vibrated again and Jinyoung picked it up, tucking it into his sweatpants pocket without checking the many messages he’d been sent.

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It made you feel even worse for the girl who was at home, waiting for him. The least he could do was answer her with a lie.

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‘We should stop seeing each other,’ you suggest without facing him, your mouth moving before your mind could register what you were saying, ‘This is getting more cruel for her every time we meet.’

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‘You’re worried about my girlfriend?’ Jinyoung asks almost sarcastically.

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‘Is that so wrong?’

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‘Wrong? No. Fucked up? Very. I don’t think she’d appreciate your concern.’

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You closed your eyes and sighed, letting the conversation die away as he gathered the rest of his things.

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As he left, he spoke into the dark, almost hesitantly, ‘But maybe you’re right. She does deserve better...I...I guess I’ll see you around, Y/N.’

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The bedroom door closed behind him with a quiet click, and your eyes did the same as if shutting out the guilt you felt, only for it to follow you in to your dreams.

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It was less than a week later that you opened your door to a drunk Jinyoung. Without saying a word, you let him into your apartment, stepping aside so that he could slither past. You could see it in his eyes that he was conflicted; about you, about being here, and even about himself. Something had happened, and you were curious as to what. But you knew better than to get caught up in the semantics; of all things Jinyoung wanted right now, talking through his issues wasn’t one of them.

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You closed the door in time for him to push you against it, his lips at your throat as he bit and sucked at the exposed skin, causing you to shiver in anticipation.

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With a gasp as one hand pulled your hips towards his, letting you feel him, and the other squeezed at your breast, you moaned involuntarily, ‘Well that didn’t last long.’

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He growled into your skin as his lips traveled roughly down your chest, ‘Shut up and get this off,’ he says, referring to the shirt you wore.

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His strange urgency had you pause; gently, you pulled Jinyoung’s face to yours, cupping his cheeks delicately, a strange and foreign touch for the both of you.

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‘Are you sure?’ You ask him, giving him the chance to back out, and giving yourself the chance to object.

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Your morality was wasted as Jinyoung claimed your lips and you caved, meeting his urgent kisses with just as much force; Jinyoung moaned, ‘Please. I need this. Just one more time.’

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As the two of you made your way to the bedroom, Jinyoung abandoned his phone on the floor among the array of discarded clothing; on the screen was an unopened news-article notification that would later act as a bullet to your conscience;

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LEAKED: SMTM777 rapper Lee Jinyoung and long-time girlfriend Ae-Ra, expecting in March.

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[me-evil-never]

So I'm not saying yall should support eboyz when they debut but that's kinda exactly what I'm saying,,,,

[dprfanxychild]

smtm777 ep 5: code kunst being a mood

[dudutrbl]

Me: Only deep and meaningful lyrics get to me

D.Bo: Taekwondo black belt yap, yap, yap

Me:

[saiangelo999]

smtm777

The Quiett’s face when his son Changmo is performing the cute love song w Superbee has me dead lmao

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