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discoscoob · 9 months ago

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ONE FOR THE MONEY

˙ ✩°˖💸 ⋆｡˚ Kevin Lomax x Reader

Synopsis: while on a work trip in Los Angeles where he is going to attend numerous social events, Kevin hires you to be his date for his entire stay. 3.7k words.

CW: hella toxic relationship, hooker!reader, bratty!reader, Kevin is an asshole, you’re also an asshole (you say something uncalled for,) and you slap him (he deserves it,) angst? degrading language, oral (m!receiving), face fucking.

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The gala is like nothing you’ve seen before. A lavish affair filled with thousands of upper-class and celebrity guests, wearing the latest fashion of the season, with faces full of expensive cosmetic enhancements.

You feel a sudden tinge of imposter syndrome building inside your chest as you walk through the lobby alongside Kevin, his arm firmly clasping your waist as he navigates the crowd of guests.

It’s a far cry from the dingy clubs you’re used to hanging around in, the people here look like something straight out of a magazine.

“Am I allowed to drink the champagne?” you whisper in Kevin’s ear as your eyes catch sight of waiters wandering through the crowd, carrying gold trays filled with champagne flutes.

Kevin gives you a stern look, running a finger under your chin as he turns your face to his.

“Of course, darlin’.” he assures you, his voice low and comforting. “Just remember, I don’t want you drunk and ruining this evening. Keep it to two glasses.”

“What do you think I’ll do? Get up on one of the tables and start doing a strip tease?” you quip sarcastically at his strict rules as you grab one of the champagne flutes as the waiter passes by.

“Not funny, sweetheart. You really need to watch your mouth.” Kevin warns you, but there’s a faint hint of amusement in his voice. “You’re representing me tonight and I won’t have my reputation ruined by some loose tongue.”

“C’mon… you can’t deny it’d make the event more exciting.” you lean into Kevin’s side seductively, as a mischievous smile spreads on your lips while you run your manicured fingers over the silk lapels of his tuxedo jacket. You know already that you will be bored out your brains by the end of the evening.

Kevin scoffs, placing a restraining hand on your shoulder, gently pressing you away from him.

"This isn't a joke, Y/N. I've paid you good money to keep your mouth shut and act appropriately. If you can't handle it, then perhaps I should find myself another date."

"Don't push your luck. I wouldn't hesitate to replace you.” Kevin warns you under his breath, lightly gripping your waist as he walks you towards the group of people he wishes to introduce you to. “Just do as I say and keep your mouth shut unless spoken to.”

As you walk with Kevin, you can't help but feel a slight sting at his words. You swallow hard, taking small sips of your champagne to calm your nerves. Your gaze flickers to the other women in attendance, all dressed to the nines, laughing and smiling effortlessly.

When Kevin introduces you to the first person, a stern-faced man with slicked-back hair, your heart races and you struggle to string together a coherent sentence. You take solace in the fact that despite your awkwardness, you're still attracting stares from those around you.

Throughout the event, you exchange pleasantries and make small talk, eventually finding yourself listening to stories about corporate deals and movie investments, trying to appear engaged.

By the time the gala draws close to midnight, your stifling yawns and rubbing the back of your neck, trying to massage away the ache caused by the heavy necklace that Kevin had loaned from a jewellers, you didn’t even want to know how much it was worth, but you’re certain it was more than the collective wealth of all your ancestors.

The night had been a long and exhausting one, with endless conversations of people whose lives revolved around luxury and privilege becoming tiresome very quickly.

Kevin is in the middle of a discussion with an associate that you had long since tuned out of as you let out a tired yawn you could no longer hold in. The two men stop their conversation and both glance in your direction. Kevin shoots you a glare, while the other man gives you an appraising stare that makes you slightly uncomfortable.

“Are you bored?” Kevin says, his tone of voice more sharp than usual, clearly having noticed your lack of interest in the conversation.

“Bored? No, not at all.” you speak with forced enthusiasm. “I’m having the time of my life.”

Kevin’s expression becomes irritated as he hears the sarcasm in your voice, his eyes briefly locking with his associates before he continues with the conversation, choosing to ignore your comment.

“As I was saying, we’re looking to expand outside of New York City and take on some international clients. We want to create a global profile for this firm so that…”

Kevin’s words carry on but it’s all just white noise to you now, as you struggle to stay awake.

As the conversation continues, your eyes wander curiously over the room, only a handful of guests remain, all of them huddled in small groups sharing superficial conversations. Your eyes catch sight of a pair of glass doors, leading out onto a balcony. While Kevin is distracted by his conversation, you manage to slip away unnoticed, making your way to the balcony.

Once outside, you take in a deep breath of fresh air into your lungs, relieved to be away from the suffocating environment of the gala.

Your eyes flutter shut as you enjoy the cool breeze, letting it blow the exhaustion away until you feel more alert. That’s when a presence behind you makes you jolt a little, immediately feeling defensive.

Before you can turn around to see who joined you on the balcony, you feel two hands lightly wrap around your waist as you hear Kevin’s familiar voice whisper your name in your ear, his tone sounding a lot more light and playful now.

“You couldn’t even be well-behaved enough to stay in the room where I could see you? I knew I couldn’t trust you to stay put for five minutes while I have a conversation.” Kevin wraps both of his arms around you from behind, pulling you against his warm body as he leans his head on top of yours.

“Have you come to tell me that it’s time to leave?” you ask him with a hint of hope in your tone as you lean into his broad chest and rest your tired head against his shoulder while he remains stood sturdily behind you, accepting your weight with ease.

“Of course not,” Kevin murmurs, his voice filled with flirtation as he notices your tired expression resting against his chest.

He can feel the warmth of your breath upon his skin and a slight tingle of excitement runs through his body as you rest yourself upon him.

“I just came to check up on you,” Kevin says, his voice softer now as he gently runs his hands along the sides of your back. “You look a little tired. Are you okay?”

“Not really. I think I’m about to die of boredom.” you take your weight off of Kevin’s chest and turn around in his arms to face him. “The parties I’m used to are so much more fun than this and I don’t have to wear jewellery that damn near breaks my neck.”

“Oh, I see… you miss the days of the dingy little local clubs you used to go to, huh?” Kevin teases lightheartedly, his lips turning up into a playful grin as he notices the distain in your voice.

He wraps his arms around your waist again as he leans into you, his breath slightly tickling your neck as he speaks.

“Well, the parties you used to go to were probably all about hooking up with strangers and getting trashed.”

“As opposed to listening to you discuss legal jargon with your boring associates for hours on end?” you playfully roll your eyes as you lean back against the rail of the balcony.

“As opposed to being a whore that gets trashed every night dancing half-naked in some dingy club for a bunch of sleazy scumbags?” Kevin says, his tone becomes less teasing and more frustrated as he’s met with your flippant replies.

The smile falls from your face as you push yourself off of the rail into a defensive stance, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You’re such a fucking dickhead.” you shake your head, your tone becoming flat as you try to remove the emotion from it, not wanting to show him how much his words penetrate your self-esteem.

Kevin’s expression darkens as your smile falls from your face, the playful energy that was radiating in the air before vanishes like dust in the wind.

“What? Did I hit a chord?” Kevin asks, his arms dropping to his sides as he takes a step forward standing right in front of you.

“That’s what your best at, isn’t it? Spreading your legs and showing off your body.”

You feel your blood simmering to a boil inside your chest as a raging fire begins to burn inside your soul and before you know it your hand is colliding with Kevin’s cheek. The sound of the slap echos in your ears as you freeze, feeling the heat on your palm as you look at him with wide eyes, realising too late what you just did.

Kevin's jaw clenches as the hot sensation of your hand smacking across his face takes him by surprise. His hand flies to his cheek, as he stares at you in shock, before the rage and anger begin to bubble in his chest.

In the blink of an eye, he shoves you hard into the balcony railing, pushing you backwards until your back slams up against it. Kevin quickly places him hands on your shoulders as he leans in close, his facial expression now one of anger and rage rather than his former playful flirting.

You quiver as you grip the edge of the rail tightly with both my hands, rationality told you he wouldn't push you over the edge yet your heart was pounding fiercely in your chest as the fear rose inside you, leaving you trembling.

Your dilated pupils were transfixed on Kevin's that glared at you with a glimmer of evil from under his dark brows that left you questioning what he was actually capable of.

"You hit me," Kevin says, his voice sounding dangerously calm and eerily restrained.

"You just hit me, you stupid little whore." His hands tighten around your shoulders, squeezing hard enough to cause pain as he lets his rage take over, the playful flirting of moments ago gone. Now, all you see is just a cold, raging set of eyes glaring down at you as he keeps you pinned against the railing.

"I- I'm..." you pant heavily, feeling a cold sweat began to gather on your brow from the unbridled fear coursing through your veins, pumped by your ferocious heartbeat that feels as though it's lodged in your throat while you white knuckle the railing.

Before you can manage to utter an apology in an attempt to appease Kevin, a couple step out onto the balcony, snapping Kevin out of his rage filled trance as he steps back, releasing his bruising grip on you.

You immediately feel the tension leave your body, but you keep your grip fast on the rail, feeling as though your legs are about to give way from beneath you.

Kevin’s eye flicker towards the couple that just stepped out onto the balcony. There's a brief moment of relief, then he quickly composes himself, hiding his fury behind a polite smile.

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson! How lovely to see you," Kevin greets the couple, his voice smooth and polished.

"Let's get back inside, Y/N," he says, his voice still pleasant and controlled, even as his gaze never leaves the newly arrived couple.

Taking your hand, he leads you back into the party, maintaining his composed demeanour as he says his goodbyes and excuses you both from the gala.

His grip on your hand remains firm as he leads you out of the venue and towards the limousine waiting outside to take you both back to his hotel.

Ever since the incident on the balcony, your heartbeat has not slowed down and you feel as though it’s about it’s about to jump out your throat at any moment as you sit silently beside Kevin in the back of the car.

Kevin’s eyes watch every single movement you make, as he waits patiently for you to speak first - which he knows you won’t.

“Why did you hit me?”

“Why do you think?” you snap back at him with a heated glare, astonished that he even needs to ask. “You were being disrespectful and degrading towards me.”

“So you hit me?” Kevin says bluntly, his voice now laced with something between anger, annoyance, and slight amusement.

“You felt belittled, is that it? Is that what triggered your childish impulse to physically strike me? You’re a grown woman, yet you behave like a toddler who hasn’t learnt how to control her emotions yet.”

“You can talk! You were practically about to throw me over the edge of the balcony. I don’t even want to imagine what might’ve happened had that couple not stepped out right at that moment.” you call out his own lack of control.

“Don’t be so dramatic. I wasn’t going to throw you over the edge.” he replies, his tone cold and blunt.

“All I was going to do was teach you a lesson. Remind you that there are consequences for your childish actions when you hit someone. A lesson your mother clearly forgot to teach you.” Kevin replies, his words clearly designed to provoke you.

“Too bad my mother wasn’t around to teach me that one.” you sigh bitterly with a huff through your nose while your eyes glaze with tears that you refuse to let fall.

“Ahh, so now it all makes sense.” Kevin says mockingly, before he rolls his eyes. “That would explain the trashy, cheap attitude. The lack of manners. The inability to act your age and the desire to sleep with anything with a pulse.”

“If you think I’m such trash why’d you take me to that gala tonight? Why are you paying me to pretend to be your girlfriend? You can’t get a woman to stick around for free?” you fix him with a challenging glare.

Kevin's jaw clenches in the presence of your challenging stare. He's used to intimidating people, and he's not used to being stared down so boldly.

However, he remains composed and calm, even though tension is clearly running beneath the surface.

"I thought I'd give you a chance. I thought there was a chance that I could fix you. I could turn someone as cheap, trashy, and low class as you into a respectable woman. Someone who could hold my arm proudly and be worthy of attending such events with me."

"Well if this is what your life is like I couldn’t think of anything more hellish. It's no wonder your wife killed herself!” you vomit the words out before you can control them and as soon as they leave you tongue your hand slams over your own mouth, wishing you could reel them back in.

A flash of raw, unfiltered rage flares in Kevin's eyes, his hands clenching into fists as he processes what you've just said.

There's a tense moment of silence as his thoughts run rampant, fighting for grip on his emotions. His face is contorted with anger as his jaw clenched tightly, his teeth grinding together angrily.

"I'll pretend you didn't say that," he says lowly, taking a deep breath as he tries to regain his composure.

"I'm sorry." you immediately apologise, your eyes filling with regret and sincerity as your anger dissipates while looking at him. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"Damn right you shouldn't have." Kevin's tone remains harsh, and it's clear that the words still sting, despite trying his best to maintain his composed front.

"You're damned lucky I'm restraining myself right now and just reminding you that you've crossed a line. Now, be quiet so I can think about how I'm going to punish you."

You fall silent for the rest of the drive back to the hotel, keeping your eyes focused on the world outside as you drive by. It's not long until the limousine pulls up in front of the hotel lobby and the silence between the pair of you remains like a suffocating blanket as you ride the elevator together.

The tension is palpable as you arrive at the penthouse suite. With the door slamming shut behind you, Kevin turns to face you, his expression still full of simmering anger.

"Strip," he commands, pointing at you with a sharp jerk of his chin.

His eyes are like ice, and there's no mistaking the seriousness of his command. This punishment is just getting started, and it seems like you're only just beginning to understand the extent of his wrath.

Silently, you unzip the dress, letting gravity do the rest as it slips easily from your body to the plush carpet where you step out of it, leaving you wearing only your high heels, black lace lingerie and the dazzling necklace that still sits heavily against your collarbones.

Kevin's eyes narrow as he looks you over, taking in your figure in the black lingerie and the expensive necklace. His lips twist into a smirk, and he takes a step closer to you. His fingers reach out to gently trace the strap of your lacy bra before he tugs on it until it snaps back against your shoulder, making you jolt slightly.

“This too…” he only chuckles darkly at your flinch as he begins to circle around you as your trembling fingers fumble with the clasp of your bra.

“And these…” he adds with a harsh slap to your ass right over the fabric of your panties.

By the time he circles back around to your front, you’ve managed to discard your lingerie and his eyes are slowly trailing the length of your exposed body with a hum of approval.

“This…” Kevin tugs on the heavy necklace with a single finger, adding extra strain to your already aching neck. “…stays on.”

You part your lips, a protest on the tip of your tongue but before you can utter a single word, Kevin silences you with a single glare.

“You’ve ran your mouth enough for one night.” he speaks sharply with a commanding tone, leaving no doubt about who is in charge. “I pay you to do two things with it and neither of them involve talking. I don’t want to hear another word from you for the rest of the night unless it’s ‘yes, sir.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” you answer without hesitation.

“On your knees.” Kevin orders as he takes a step back and watches you sink to your knees on the plush carpet.

“I’m sure you don’t need instructions for the rest. You’re a professional, right?” he taunts you with a shit eating grin and you react to it with a glare as you look up at him but you stifle your quips, biting your tongue as your fingers work to undo his belt.

The buckle rattles as you unbutton his trousers and Kevin’s large hands find purchase in your hair. You’re met with the sight of his straight and rigid erection as it springs free from his boxers and stands to attention.

With your tongue, you kitten lick the salty pre-come dripping from his reddened tip before you wrap your eager lips around it. Kevin’s hands instantly tighten their grip against your scalp, keeping you held in place as he begins to set the place with his own thrusts into your warm mouth.

As you look up at him through your eyelashes, he gives a rough thrust of his hips until the blunt tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, making your eyes water as you instinctively try to pull your head back but his grip in your hair remains fast.

Kevin growls, feeling the constriction of your throat fluttering around his tip as he continues to push your limits with his forceful and steady pace with his eyes trained on the tears that drip from the corners of your watery eyes as you choke and fight the urge to gag.

“C’mon, baby. I thought you’d be used to choking on cocks by now.” Kevin’s voice strains with each thrust, the sound of pleasure influencing his breathy tone. “Is this one just too big for you, huh?”

He continues to thrust hard and fast, his grip on your hair unrelenting, as he watches you struggle with his size. The noise of your gagging and whimpering only fuels his desire, making him harder with each passing second.

“Maybe next time, you’ll remember to keep your mouth shut and your opinions to yourself.” Kevin punctuates each word with a forceful thrust, speaking through clenched teeth as he nears his climax.

Kevin's thrusts become more frantic, his breaths growing ragged as he nears his climax. The tears streaming down your face only serve to heighten his arousal, the sight of your pain and humiliation driving him closer to the edge.

"Swallow every drop, you ungrateful slut," he growls, his thrusts become more frantic and his breath grows ragged as his release creeps up on him.

With one final, powerful surge, burying himself deep in the back of your throat, he comes. His release fills your mouth and spills from the corners of your lips.

You cough and splutter as he finally slips out of your mouth with a trail of spit and come connecting from your lips to the tip of his softening cock before it drips down your chin and neck.

You’re panting heavily from your swollen lips, with a flushed face that’s covered with a mixture of sweat, tears, spit and come and your styled hair is ruined from Kevin’s forceful grip on it.

"Goddamn, you're a mess. Clean yourself up." he mutters as his gaze trails over your disheveled appearance with a look of disregard for your state as he walks past you, adjusting himself in his trousers while making his way to the mini bar to pour himself a drink.

"And next time, you’ll think twice before my wife’s name leaves your dirty mouth again.” you hear him shout over your shoulder.

⋆｡°✩ note: this is the first time I have written anything quite like this so I was kinda nervous. I hope it was enjoyable to read. Every reblog and comment is greatly appreciated. Thank you so much for reading!

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #kevin lomax #kevin lomax x reader #my fics

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bonobochick · 4 months ago

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I am still working on all of this veeeeeeeeery slowly. 😇

Gif sets on my to-do list. 👩🏼‍💻

I want to do a S1 Mortel gif set of Victor & Luisa. That’s such a great coupling and I want to complement my S2 gif set of them. 😊 I need to re-do the S1 gifs I have already, tho, as most are under 2MB. Wish we were getting a S3.

Dangerous Liaisons 2022 on Netflix is an entertaining distraction I discovered a few weeks ago. I mainly enjoyed it for the 🔥 chem between the leads who play Celene & Tristan but it’s pleasant enough overall. I’ve already done a few gif sets on here searchable by characters names and actors names.

I’m chuffed about DC Titans ep 4x05 as it’s supposed to be heavily Dickkory. 💖

Currently gif’ing Cassie-centric gifs from ABC’s Big Sky cause she deserves all the love. 👩🏾‍🦱 This season has been pretty good so far. Tighter writing and intriguing main arc.

I have to finish up Industry S2 on HBOMax. It’s a good show though I am side-eyeing them for fumbling Harper & Rob after that strong S1 relationship foundation laid out for them. 📈

I want to do a few The Midnight Club gif sets. 🛏 Hoping there will be a S2 as I thought S1 was interesting with its foray into grief, death, hope, and acceptance but Netflix is notorious for being slow with most of its renewal / cancelation updates.

I’m still doing occasional Days of Our Lives and General Hospital soap opera gif sets but my main ships are either split up or angsty in the last year. 💘

I also need to get back to my slow Hollyoaks’ McDean and Alles Was Zaehlt re-watches to make some gifs. 😘

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zvdvdlvr · 2 years ago

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late night cuddles/"pillow talk" with kevin >>

"nah, babe, you're goin' next week. we've all run out of stories," kevin said, throwing an arm around you as you both traveled up the stairs.

"sandra hasn't-" you started, already knowing what kevin would say.

he chuckled. his small laugh trailed off as he unconsciously leaned more on you to get upstairs to the 'dorm' hallway. "yeah," he murmured, "sandra has a thing for getting hot 'n' heavy with angels. anything's better than that."

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"'m glad you don't have a roommate," kevin whispered into the inky darkness of your room.

silver tinted light streamed in through your window, landing and reflecting off of kevin's pale skin. his eyes shined brightly as they found yours, a small smile on his face at the comforting intimacy of the easy closeness of the both of you. "yeah?"

kevin's smile got a little wider. "yeah..." he trailed off, raising a hand to trace the features on your face. "otherwise i wouldn't feel this... this peaceful." there was so much raw emotion in that word, and his movements faltered a little. the quiver in his voice showed just how vulnerable he was.

"no one's ever loved me like you have," kevin whimpered. you felt your eyebrows knit together as kevin crumbled in your arms. "i miss you, y/n, i miss you," he sobbed quietly. his shaking form was a far cry from the poised figure looming in a wooden chair in an d library.

"i know, angel. i'm here," you answered, feeling tears prick in your own eyes at kevin's gut wrenching cries. his cries of love, regret, anger, madness... it hurt.

"i don't want you to leave- i don't wanna leave-" he stammered, breaths growing increasingly irratic as he clutched desperately at the fabric of your shirt.

"no one's leaving, sweetheart. no one will. we'll be okay."

"i'm dying," kevin muttered to himself. "we'll be okay?" he asked after abruptly pulling his face from your neck to see your face.

"we'll be okay," you affirmed, brushing a lock of blond hair from kevin's sticky forhead. "just... just go to sleep, love. we'll wake up and we'll be okay. yeah? sound good?"

"yeah." kevin nodded. "yeah that sounds good."

after kevin's hiccup/sniffle concoction finally went away and his breathing even out, you opened your eyes for one last glance before falling into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness. "i love you," you whispered into kevin's ear after a lone kiss to the temple.

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flanaganfilm · 1 year ago

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In “the midnight club” in episode 3 around 25:10 when Kevin’s about to do his story, Amesh says “let’s hear it” and everyone looks at him almost confused and he clears his throat and repeats it again. Was there something behind that scene?

Indeed. Amesh slurs that line the first time, which is a symptom of his advancing glioblastoma. The other stop and look at him, knowing what it means. They're not confused, they're reacting to an outward sign that reminds them of his prognosis... and by proxy, of their own. He collects himself and carries on, pushing it aside.

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self-made-cages · 1 year ago

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Morgan’s 2024 Reading List

Jan 2: The Nightingale - Kristin Hannah (4 stars)

Jan 10: Eragon - Christopher Paolini (re-read)

Jan 12: Eldest - Christopher Paolini (re-read)

Jan 15: Brisingr - Christopher Paolini (re-read)

Jan 19: Inheritance - Christopher Paolini (re-read)

Jan 26: England - Rick Steves (not rating)

Jan 30: Wolf Hall - Hilary Mantel (2.5 stars)

Feb 16: The Poppy War - R. F. Kuang (1.5 stars)

Feb 18: The Good Part - Sophie Cousens (4.5 stars)

Feb 26: Trust - Hernan Diaz (4.5 stars)

Mar 5: Part of Your World - Abby Jiminez (2.5 stars)

Mar 12: Murtagh - Christopher Paolini (3.5 stars)

Mar 15: The Things We Cannot Say - Kelly Rimmer (3.5 stars)

Mar 31: NW - Zadie Smith (3 stars)

Apr 8: The Sun Sets in Singapore - Kehinde Fadipe (1.5 stars)

April 17: How To End a Love Story - Yulin Kuang (4 stars)

April 30: The Club - Ellery Lloyd (4 stars)

May 5: Remarkably Bright Creatures - Shelby Van Pelt (3 stars)

May 11: Funny Story - Emily Henry (4.5 stars)

May 16: The Husbands - Holly Gramazio (4 stars)

June 1: House of Earth and Blood - Sarah J. Maas (3 stars)

June 2: The Women - Kristin Hannah (2.5 stars)

June 11: House of Sky and Breath - Sarah J. Maas (4 stars)

June 15: When He Was Wicked - Julia Quinn (re-read)

June 22: House of Flame and Shadow - Sarah J. Maas (3 stars)

June 22: God Spare the Girls - Kelsey McKinney (1 star)

June 25: In Cold Blood - Truman Capote (not rating)

June 25: The Four Winds - Kristin Hannah (1.5 stars)

June 29: Rosaline Palmer Takes the Cake - Alexis Hall (4 stars)

July 3: Bad Summer People - Emma Rosenbaum (2.5 stars)

July 6: Widowland - CJ Carey (2 stars)

July 12: What’s Mine and Yours - Naima Coster (2 stars)

July 23: The Gifted School - Bruce Holsinger (4.5 stars)

July 29: All the Summers in Between - Brooke Lea Foster (dnf)

Aug 2: Cover Story- Susan Rigetti (4.5 stars)

Aug 7: Family Family - Laurie Frankel (5 stars)

Aug 17: Plays Well with Others - Sophie Brickman (4 stars)

Aug 23: Class Mom - Laurie Gelman (1.5 stars)

Aug 31: The Guncle Abroad - Steven Rowley (2 stars)

Sep 2: Homegoing - Yaa Gyasi (4.5 stars)

Sep 15: Twilight - Stephanie Meyer (re-read)

Sep 16: New Moon - Stephanie Meyer (re-read)

Sep 20: Eclipse - Stephanie Meyer (re-read)

Sep 22: Breaking Dawn - Stephanie Meyer (re-read)

Sep 24: The God of the Woods - Liz Moore (3.5 stars)

Sep 30: The Great Alone - Kristin Hannah (2 stars)

Oct 12: Before We Were Yours - Lisa Wingate (2.5 stars)

Oct 16: Lies and Weddings - Kevin Kwan (4 stars)

Nov 1: How to be Eaten - Maria Adelmann (1.5 stars)

Nov 2: Home Front - Kristin Hannah (2.5 stars)

Nov 7: The Rom-Commers - Katherine Center (3 stars)

Nov 20: Throne of Glass - Sarah J. Maas (1 star)

Dec 1: Crown of Midnight - Sarah J. Maas (2.5 stars)

Dec 7: Heir of Fire - Sarah J. Maas (3 stars)

Dec 13: The Assassins Blade - Sarah J. Maas (2.5 stars)

Dec 14: Queen of Shadows - Sarah J. Maas (3.5 stars)

Dec 19: Empire of Storms - Sarah J. Maas (4 stars)

Dec 26: Tower of Dawn - Sarah J. Maas (2 stars)

Dec 28: Kingdom of Ash - Sarah J. Maas (3 stars)

#morgan reads

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corvusblackk · 2 months ago

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not shifting related but ur cool hi

any movie recs ?? books ?? idk what ur on but i fw it

i’m lowkey flattered, hi

movies: kill your darlings, donnie darko, dead poets society, we need to talk about kevin, interstellar, beautiful boy, mysterious skin, will hunting, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, amélie, midnight in paris, the craft, avatar, the riot club, saltburn, the truman show.

books: demian, one day this pain will be useful to you, the stranger, the secret history, maurice, the goldfinch, and the hippos were boiled in their tanks, the song of achilles, the perks of being a wallflower, a bridge to terabithia, the metamorphosis, la solitudine dei numeri primi.

#movie recommendation #book recommendations #movies #books #book reccs #movie recc

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minyard-05 · 2 months ago

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list of projects i have started in the time since reading AFTG (march)

Golden (ongoing)

Heaven & Hell Were Words To Me (ongoing)

Blood In The Water (series started, main fic unposted)

Don't Tell And We Won't Ask (ongoing, WIP wednesday)

come back to me (ongoing, WW)

Accidentally In Love (ongoing, WW)

The Verdict (ongoing, WW)

like a son to a mother, like a crow to a murder (status unknown, WW)

Telepathy AU (Talk To Me)

and the ones that never made it out of the notes:

Folie á Deux (CIA au)

Time Is Running Out (andreil assassin au)

How To Save A Life (sethaaron)

so much to learn about gravity (jeanaaron)

Home (golden post scene)

they might be your wounds but they're my sutures (also jeanaaron)

L'aube (undecided)

don't you dare forget the sun (heaven & hell post scene)

Untitled (neil werewolf au)

Untitled 2 Electric Boogaloo (katelyn werewolf au)

Band AUs (5 and counting)

Nothing Like You (aaron gets to yell at his father)

Different (kateaaron as foster parents)

hold my hand (kevaaron but they hate* each other)

Caraphernalia (hold my hand but worse)

Transgenderism Win (kateaaron's trans son)

There's A Light On In Chicago (katekevaaron au, mafia stuff)

Midnight Show (andreil commit crimes)

burn it down (andrew and bee)

Roommates (trojan!aaron & sebastian)

This Is How Empires Fall (mary hatford)

in the shadow of the death of a queen (27 club kevin day)

Understanding In A Car Crash (andrew kills his mother and its very cathartic)

When Silence Means Everything (kevaaron but WORSE worse)

All Day, All Night (Lessons in Love) (jerejean)

Untitled 3 (fencing?)

i don't need you like you think I do (twinyards if they actually hated each other)

You Should've Raised A Baby Girl (I Should Have Been A Better Son) [alternatively: Mama, We All Go To Hell] (aaron at his mothers funeral)

just want you to know who I am (aaron after drake)

Sleep (andrew)

Send Me An Angel (kateaaron)

#orpheus speaks #aftg #putting this in my pinned post and it will get added to as i get mentally worse as a human being #orpheus writes

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randomvarious · 6 months ago

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DJ Spen - "Craze at Midnight" Montreal Mix Sessions Vol. 4 by Lafleche Song released in 1999. Mix released in 2000. House

Here's a somewhat overlooked house banger from the one and only DJ Spen, a music legend from the city of Baltimore who's been at this shit for over 40 years and continues to rack up accolades and high placements on Billboard's dance chart while running his own super prolific record label, Quantize Recordings.

Before we get into 1999's "Craze at Midnight," though, let's try to trace the path that led Spen there, because it really is a little bit nuts…

Spen's career began in the mid-80s as a teenaged DJ in a now somewhat fabled hip hop crew called Numarx, who not only had Spen as one of their members, but also had future president of Def Jam Records, Kevin Liles, too. Numarx had a hardcore edge to them, and when acts like LL Cool J and Run-D.M.C. would swing by the Charm City to perform, these guys would be one of the acts who would open.

But despite presenting themselves as tough hip hoppers, the song that would inevitably end up bringing them the most success was their considerably softer "Girl You Know It's True." And yes, it's the very same one that Milli Vanilli would make world-famous in 1988, eventually ensnaring themselves into a very big lip-syncing scandal when it was revealed that the guys who were 'performing' their songs weren't actually the ones who were responsible for singing the words 😨. Numarx's original version of the tune did not fare well at home, but where it did prove popular was in Germany, which is where it's believed that Milli Vanilli producer Frank Farian had first heard it and then hatched the idea that his group should make their own version of it too.

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So that's one crazy piece of info about Spen. Another one is that in 1989, he was drawn away from hip hop towards dance music and ended up joining renowned Baltimore production and remix team The Basement Boys, who worked on tracks for people like Michael Jackson, Paula Abdul, Erykah Badu, Ultra Naté, and Crystal Waters, including producing Waters' own biggest hit, the terrifically catchy early 90s club classic, "Gypsy Woman (She's Homeless)." Not entirely sure that Spen had much to do with that tune specifically, though, as a little 1991 Baltimore Sun profile of the Basement Boys and that song in particular doesn't seem to mention his name at all 🤷‍♂️.

But while remaining a Basement Boy up until 2004, Spen would also launch his own solo career as a producer too. 1995 would see him debut with a 12-inch on Basement Boys Records called "A Feelin'," which presented his gospel-house group, Jasper Street Company. More Jasper Street 12-inches would then follow, but in '99, he would drop his own Disco Dreams Volume 2 without them, on a London-based label called Black Vinyl Records.

And it's on this 12-inch that you'll find Spen's "Craze at Midnight," a terrific instrumental house jam with, really, none of that gospel or soulful flair that would largely end up defining his long career as a dance music producer and remixer. And according to Discogs, this gem only appeared on a small handful of commercial mixes at around the time of its release, including one by Montréal native Lafleche, as part of his Montreal Mix Sessions Vol. 4 on Tiga's Turbo Recordings in 2000.

So, with a small looped-up bit that's been lifted from the very song that lends its own name to this one—1977's "At Midnight (My Love Will Lift You Up)" by Rufus & Chaka Khan—Spen manages to go effectively wild all over his beat with some very extensive and unpredictably rubbery, nylon-squeaky, and wigged-out synthesizer pizzazz. And while all this keyboard virtuosity is already enough to blissfully journey with, Spen still holds his final card close to the vest, until he builds up enough anticipation for something else to finally drop. And you get the sense that it's gonna be a new and ecstatic wrinkle that continues on this same topsy-turvy path of synthy goodness—because he hasn't used anything else yet—but you actually couldn't be more wrong, because what he chooses to unleash instead is a perfectly placed melody of swingin' jazz horns. Surprise! 📯📯📯

So Spen may have co-written "Girl You Know It's True;" he may have co-crafted some fire remixes and beats for some of the world's biggest pop and R&B stars; his record label may be a fixture of the Billboard dance chart and gotten a Grammy nom too; but in my book, one tune of his that hasn't received anywhere near enough of its deserved shine is this extremely fun and enjoyable turn-of-the-millennium knockout. Given what an entity this guy had already proven himself as, it's a wonder that "Craze at Midnight" didn't end up dotting all those big and ephemeral commercial house mixes with the illustrations or photos of sexy girls on their covers, because damn it, it should have!

And what's more is that with this version of it from Lafleche's Montreal Mix Sessions release, you also get to hear it playing alongside The Hydraulic Dogs' "Shake It for Me," another great house track that I've posted about in the past, which samples some of the Roger Troutman vocoder lines from 2Pac's own "California Love" 😍.

#house #house music #dance #dance music #electronic #electronic music #music #90s #90s music #90's #90's music

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causetheturtle · 1 year ago

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Thoughts while rewatching season 3 of Riverdale:

1. K why did Alice’s farm style slay so hard? Like she looked so great

2. Love how Archie is literally in this prison FOR FUCKING MURDER and still nobody is scared of him - they saw this man in his nice little shoes his rich girlfriend gave him and were like “yeah this man is ducking useless”

3. VERONICA STOP BUYING YOUR BOYFRIEND NICE THINGS WHILE HE’S IN PRISON! He’s just gonna get this shit stolen your dad was in jail how do you not know how a prison works?

4. It’s so sad that the normies got hold of the “epic highs and lows of high school football” line because it really is such a perfect Archie line - this man is naive and kind hearted enough to believe a game of football is all that’s needed to fix the structurally broken prison system but if you haven’t watched the show and don’t know anything about Archie then it’s obviously gonna seem ridiculous

5. Riverdale relationship drama is so funny cause it’s like “Betty had a stress related seizure due her mother and sister joining a cult and didn’t tell Jughead” or “Veronica isn’t sure of the best way to help Archie through his time in prison”

6. Kevin asking Moose if he’s embarrassed by him of course he is Kevin have you met yourself? Your literally the worst

7. Organising a musical number and cheerleading routine for her boyfriend while he plays a game of football in prison is actually the most normal reaction Veronica Lodge has ever had to any situation ever

8. Realising I talk about Riverdale the same way all of the G&G players talk about G&G

9. Imagine being an adult in Riverdale and hearing that a new bar opened up under Pop’s and going for a night out to check it out but you get there and it’s just a load of teenagers doing musical numbers and drinking mocktails

10. Why is FP’s immediate reaction to any situation ever to just grab his son’s face and yell at him? Begging for this man to have a normal non-abusive reaction to something just one time

11. Will never stop thinking about the Midnight Club. It was the first episode of Riverdale I really watched and it’s still one of my favourites. Like the way all of the parents tried so hard and came so close to breaking their moulds and forging their own paths but they never did and just fell into exactly what the world and the people around them wanted to be AND how their kids are all in the same situation now? The narrative, the cycles, the generational trauma! This episode has everything

12. Knowing now that Sheriff Keller actually WAS into guys the whole time and it was just that he didn’t want to be with Moose’s dad makes the whole situation so much funnier

13. The idea that they were all booking out the bunker for certain nights a week is so funny - like did they have physical a schedule? Who kept the schedule? Did it just sit in like the offices of the Blue and Gold?

14. I fucking love Archie and Josie together and have fully convinced myself that Josie is somehow California Women

15. It needs to be studied what exactly the Heathers episode did to my brain because that one episode of TV completely rewired my brain chemistry and changed the trajectory of my life

16. It’s so sad that the happiest Polly ever got to be was when she was part of a cult. It’s also sad how much everyone’s farm fashion went off cause they all looked so good during that era

17. It’s actually a miracle it took so long for Fangs to actually die there were so many attempts on his life

18. God Veronica running multiple businesses at age 16 and none of the Riverdale adults batting an eye and just respecting her as a business women will never not be funny to me

19. The plot twist that Alice was actually working undercover to take down the farm actually makes her being so awful to Betty make less sense. Sure, she was doing it for the greater good I guess but like she didn’t have to give away her college money or sell their fucking house leaving Betty with the options of homelessness or moving to a cult to get it done

20. FP maybe if you need to get your teenage son to regularly come and help you with your job as sheriff then you shouldn’t be doing it? Although on the other hand Jughead would’ve gone to those crime scenes anyway so like maybe it’s a good thing FP was there as adult supervision

21. GOD the cult break out and scavenger quest are such amazing finales for this season. Everyone nearly dies about ten times, Kevin and Fangs no longer have kidneys, the core four staggering through the woods in formal wear close to death together, Cheryl and Toni coming to save them all with the power of gangs and bows and arrows, it had literally everything you could want!

22. Love how Hal Cooper is canonically one of the worst serial killers ever and every woman he’s been with tells him this to his face

#riverdale

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