#the police orchestra

[shredsandpatches]

wanna see this so bad

[duranduratulsa]

On the turntable today...

Zenyatta Mondatta by The Police (1980)

Great Movie Themes by Pickwick Orchestra & Singers (1974)

Thunderbolt Original Motion Picture Soundtrack by John Barry (1965)

#thepolice #zenyattamondatta #greatmoviethemes #Pickwick #pickwickorchestra #pickwickrecords #JohnBarry #Thunderball #jamesbond #007 #agent007 #60s #70s #80s #records #album #LP #vinyl #vinylrecords

[greensparty]

Remembering Duane Eddy and Richard Tandy

Earlier today I wrote about the passing of Paul Auster, not two other entertainers have left the building :(

Remembering Duane Eddy 1938-2024

Legendary rock guitarist Duane Eddy has died at 86. He was an early rock guitar virtuoso. His song "Rebel Rouser" was featured in Forest Gump, but his real mark on music history was "Peter Gunn". The song has been in countless movie soundtracks and covered numerous times, my favorite version was the mashup of Henry Mancini's version with The Police's "Every Breath You Take" in a 2001 episode of The Sopranos.

Eddy and George Harrison

George Harrison was among the many who counted him as an influence. He appeared on Eddy's 1987 album Duane Eddy, which also featured Paul McCartney, who co-produced some tracks. Eddy covered McCartney's "Rockestra Orchestral".

The link above is the obit from Hollywood Reporter.

Remembering Richard Tandy 1948-2024

Musician Richard Tandy has died at 76. He was the keyboardist for Electric Light Orchestra (better known as ELO) from 1971-1986, 2000-2001, and 2014-2017. Jeff Lynne was the mastermind of ELO and got a lot of the credit but Tandy contributed to all but two ELO albums.

ELO's hits like "Livin' Thing" (featured in Boogie Nights), "Mr. Blue Sky" (featured in countless soundtracks including Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind), and "Don't Bring Me Down" are staples of classic rock radio! ELO's 2001 album Zoom featured George Harrison and Ringo Starr. Tandy also played on Lynne's solo album Armchair Theatre.

Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction still of Tandy

The link above is the obit from Rolling Stone.

[dj-bouto]

1 / Quantic / Meaning 2 / Peace orchestra / Shining 3 / Dynamic syncopation / Closer to the line 4 / Boom boom satellites / On the painted desert 5 / Peace orchestra / The man 6 / Police / Miss Grodenko 7 / Prince / Batman 8 / Renegade soundwave / Porno beats 9 / Boo-ya t.r.i.b.e / Walk the line 10 / Young disciples / All I have in me 11 / Mad nomad / Direct evidence against uniqueness 12 / Deep dish / Love & rockets 13 / Mystereum feat. Ursula Rucker / Lonely can be sweet 14 / Madonna (Kruder & Dorfmeister rmx) / Nothing really matters Stories mother never told me #01 : mixed by Dj Bouto #triphop #chillmusic #dub #electropop

ps : non, le nibard n’est pas autorisé sur YT....

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PRIMA PAGINA Leggo di Oggi mercoledì, 16 ottobre 2024

[thingsfromthehead]

[jamespoeartistry]

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[emmyrosee]

Can I request a little thing with Sukuna where they’re having a soft moment on his bed or something and he pulls reader in for a hug before places slow kisses onto her neck?

The newscaster on the tv is long forgotten as Sukuna’s attentions are directed to you and you alone, their voice dull and droning as he takes his time focusing on you.

Next to him, on your back with your head turned to the side away from him as you giggle at something on your feed, you’re completely unbothered by the feeling of his eyes on you. He bites his lip at the sight of your shaking shoulders before extending a long arm to wrap around you, snaking across your shoulders and squeezing you tight, relishing in the small, surprised squeal you let out, “what’re you watching that you can’t show your perfect, funny, handsome boyfriend?”

“Look,” you mewl, and he pulls you into his side. You turn your phone to him, presenting him with a video of a dog waking up with its owner in an (allegedly) funny way.

Well, it was. But he’d never tell you that.

“It’s cute right?” You mewl, and he takes the phone from your hands and puts it on the pillow behind you.

“I’m cuter,” he murmurs.

“You are,” you assure, flipping onto your side to face him. He smirks as you do, your faces only a few inches apart. You nudge his legs to become tangled with yours, and he allows it with a small hum. “There’s no way you’re jealous of a dog on TikTok though, right?”

“So what if I am?” Sukuna asks, and you giggle. “I can’t make exceptions for you ogling at every cute creature you see- where’s the line?”

“You’re my favorite cute thing,” you hum, and he gags. “What! You can say it but I can’t?”

“Exactly.” The hand on your body wanders, over your side and arm, using his knuckles to delicately touch you. He slips his other arm under your pillow to finally close the distance between you both, the arm you’re now laying on caressing the back of your head while his free arm moves over the space of your back. You burrow into his chest, your own fingers gently playing with the buzzed hair at the nape of his neck. He huffs and buries his head deeper into you, and you gasp as his lips find their way to your neck, peppering down your jawline before taking home in your neck.

“Sukuna-“

“Mhmm? You’re interrupting me.”

You snicker, “jus’ not used to you being so affectionate.” You shiver as his tongue licks over your flaring pulse point before going back and pressing wet kisses to your sensitive neck. “Tickles.”

“Good,” he murmurs, biting softly to make you writhe, only to soothe that with a kiss. “Submit to me and maybe I’ll stop.”

“What if I don’t want you to stop?”

He snickers softly. The hand on your back rubs soothing circles and the one caressing your head massages the nape of your neck, and you feel your eyes growing heavier at the orchestra of sensations that work together to relax you.

“No marks,” you warn him, voice a slight slur from being so soothed. He grunts in agreement, but he does suck ever so slightly behind your ear, and you tug his hair. He hisses and glares at you. “No. Marks.”

“Alright, fuck, no marks,” he grumbles. “Didn’t know I was in the presence of the fuckin’ fun police.”

“I’m always fun.”

And even though a protesting tease dances on his lips, Sukuna says nothing, merely leaning down to press and lave his tongue at the base of your neck by your collarbone. You mewl, and he chuckles and sucks there, and you know you’ll have to cover those bruises with a higher-collared shirt.

You don’t have it in you to scold it again. Not when you’re melting like chocolate in his hand.

[chunghasweetie]

𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 | J.JK

— pairing | fem!oc x gangsta!jjk

— summary | gangsta jk wants to crash at her place but she got a lil some up her sleeve

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best)

cussing, angst, smut, unprotected sex, illegal activities, gun play, mention of head, oc gets fucked with a gun, whining, cum eating, dirty talk.

— word count | 3.9k words

— song suggestion | gangsta (orchestra ver) —kehlani

It was the same thing everyday.

Work, go home, sleep.

Nothing ever changed and it had been like that for way too long.

She needed to switch things up somehow but she didn’t even have the energy to think of what could solve her issues.

Until he came along.

The two met at the liquor store randomly at around 2am. They reached for the same bottle, chuckling at the similar intention.

She immediately caught his eye. Which was surprising to her since she was in her pajamas with messy hair and no makeup.

He asked for her number and they had little meetups here and there.

He was so secretive and mysterious about what he was doing. Not in a gross, womanizer way. In a way that made her want to learn more about him.

He was ‘Jeon’ in her phone. She didn’t even have his full name.

He was inked up in tattoos. Tall and definitely bulky with muscle all over him. He was crafted beautifully.

He had a nice car. She noticed the extremely dark tint and possibly illegal modifications applied to the vehicle.

She had no clue what kind of job he worked or what he did in his day to day life.

Until one day he finally told her. He was the Jeon Jungkook that had been on the run for multiple crimes and ran a large gang in the city.

And she’d been fucking him the entire time.

He knew from the start she wouldn’t turn him in. He had her wrapped around her finger.

He knew all about her dilemma. How she needed that change in her life.

He was more than willing to provide that escape.

She craved something new, and he was just the man to give it to her.

“Let me come over baby.” He spoke on the other line. “Miss you.”

She was on her couch, biting her lip.

She knew he was not a good man at all. She knew that from the beginning. For years she promised herself she’d never be associated with any one of the sort.

Always following the rules got so boring.

“Don’t be like that.” Jungkook hummed. “I just wanna see you. You don’t want to see me Y/n?”

His voice was so dominant and demanding. He was strict and for right to it.

He somehow was able to have his own phone number that was untraceable by the police.

He was crazy good at avoiding getting caught.

“Okay.” Y/n gave in.

“Mm knew you’d be smart about this.” Jungkook chuckled to her, hanging up and getting in his car to head to her apartment.

She tilted her head back on her couch, sighing.

She didn’t think it would come to this. She thought things like this only happened in stories or in the movies.

This was the last thing she was thinking about. She couldn’t help herself though.

How could she? Jungkook may have been a criminal but he was so hot.

His voice was like a pied piper.

She was so drawn to him. His looks, his charisma, his body, everything.

She wouldn’t call it love. She couldn’t call it love. It was mere attraction and that’s all she labeled it as.

She always thought he looked like he was straight out of a TV show. Although he was rough around the edges, he was super sweet and caring considering what his lifestyle was like.

“Open up mama! Cold as fuck out here!” He yelled out, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Jungkook was at her apartment door, dressed in his white tank and tan cargo pants. His tank emphasized his muscular, tattooed arms so well.

He had a bouquet of roses in his hand, waiting for his girl to answer the door.

He was always doing such romantic gestures for her. There would be nights he wouldn’t want to do anything sexual. Simply coming over to spend time with her.

Once Y/n opened the door, he couldn’t help but curve his lips into a smile.

“Well look at you.” His eyes moved from the bottom to the top of her body. “Gorgeous.” He stepped in, immediately wrapping his arms around her once she shut the door.

She took a silent inhale. He smelt so damn good.

Maybe it was something in the cologne he was wearing that made her so attached to him. His scent instantly sent her into a trance.

“Hey.” Y/n replied. “Was just about to make dinner.”

“You were?” He mumbled against her neck. “Make me something baby.”

She nodded, agreeing. “You’re gonna have to let go of me.”

“Ugh fine.” He groaned. “Spending the night again. Cops looking for me alllll over.”

He knew they’d never find him, but the excuse always worked.

“That’s fine.” She nodded.

She did get anxious when he’d say things like that.

He was a fugitive and she was keeping him in her home.

Jungkook went up to her room, getting comfy in the clothes he already had over there.

She had started cooking for the both of them, making some chicken and rice dish she seen online.

As Y/n focused on her cooking, Jungkook was leaning back on the counter, simply staring at her.

“I like this.”

“You like what?” She blinked.

“Seeing you all domestic and shit.” He chuckled.

“I’m just cooking dinner.” She smiled.

“Mm it’s more than that.” He chuckled. “Making me a nice meal, having clean clothes for me, gonna tuck me into bed later. Love when we play house like this Y/n.”

She blushed. “I guess it is nice.”

“Food smells good.” Jungkook inhaled. “You smell better.” He wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I’m wearing that perfume you bought me last week.” She told him as she was making his plate.

“Oh really? It smells even better than it did in the store.” He hummed against her neck. “You’re wearing the jewelry I bought you too.”

“Of course. Never taking it off.” She chuckled.

“Good. If I’m iced out my girl gotta be too.” He planted a kiss on her neck.

“Well it’s very nice to be spoiled like this.” She giggled, handing him his plate. “Now go eat while it’s hot.”

He removed his body from hers, taking a seat at the table.

“Taste test it baby.” She told him, “I’ll start eating in a minute.”

He nodded, trying the food.

“How is it? Good?”

"Good's an understatement. Shit's fucking amazing, baby." He takes another bite and watches her.

“Yay! Happy you like it.” Y/n replied from the kitchen, trying to clean up some of her mess.

"You ain't made yourself a plate yet? Come here and sit." He looked over at her.

“Okay okay.” She nodded, getting a beer from the fridge for him. She made herself a plate finally and sat down at the table.

He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest after she set the beer down in front of him. "Ain't no one else gonna take care of me like this. I’m lucky to have you.”

“You are.” She laughed. “Doubt any of those other girls know how to care of you.”

“What other girls?” He rose his eyebrow. “Jealous of the girls I’m around?”

“How could I not be?” She questioned. “I just don’t understand.”

He smirks as he picks up the beer and takes a long swig, his throat moving as he swallows.

“Don’t understand what?”

“Why you stick around me.” She spoke. “There’s girls who do the same shit you do. You and your boys go out and there’s strippers and bottle girls. I’m a regular ass person.”

He frowned at her, looking honestly confused. "What the fuck you talking about mama?" He asked as he leaned back in his chair and shook his head.

"I chose you because of you. Fuck all these other bitches. You're the only one who can handle my shit." He said honestly.

“That can’t just be it.” She shook her head.

“So what? You think I’m just in it for a good fuck?”

“That’s not— exactly it.” She sighed.

She could tell he’s growing a bit irritated but it was bugging her.

She knew guys hated that sappy shit. But she couldn’t help that she was getting her emotions get in the way.

He leaned back again, crossing his arms over his chest. He stared at her from across the table before speaking.

"Then fucking tell me, Y/n. What is it?" He asked, his voice growing softer but still holding onto that edge of annoyance.

“Forget it. Nevermind.” She sighed, finishing her food and taking her plate to the sink to wash it.

He watched her finish her food and take the plate to the sink. "You can't start a conversation like that and then drop it, babe." He said.

He began walking up behind her as she washed the plate. "You wanna know why I'm with you?

“I just want to know what we’re doing here. You’ve been coming over for months now and you’re doing all these romantic things for me and I just want to know what’s up.” She spoke honestly.

He stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist gently, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I like you here, like this. I like showing you a good time, you know?" He turned her around in his arms and gazed down at her.

“What does that even mean” She mumbled as she washed plates.

He lifted a hand to her cheek, thumb brushing against it gently. "It means I like being with you, mama. It feels...right.”

He leaned in closer to her, eyes searching hers. "I like spoiling you, taking care of you. Feels different than anyone before..."

As much as she wanted to pester him more about the subject, she didn’t say anything else.

He seemed to notice the hesitance and smiled softly, ducking his head to press a soft kiss against her lips. "You don't gotta overthink it, Y/n. It's just...good, okay? You know I love you.”

She finished up the dishes, putting them away to dry.

He watched her for a moment, before moving to her side and starting to help her with cleaning.

His hand brushed against yours, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Y/n, it's okay. I promise you." He whispered, leaning in to press another kiss against her temple. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” She thanked him. Her lips curved into a smile. “I mean it is cute to see this buff tattooed bad guy get all sappy and shit for me for me.”

He chuckled and shook his head, his eyes crinkling up with amusement. "You better not tell anyone" He threatened, his voice dropping lower as he spoke. "You love it though...”

“I guess I do.”

He laughed softly and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I know you do." He whispered, his arms tightening around her as he let out a content sigh. "You're the only one who gets to see this side of me.”

“I’ll consider myself lucky then.” She laughed. “I was successfully able to tame the beast.”

He chuckled lightly and pressed a kiss to her neck, holding his arms tighter around her.

"You did more than tame the beast, baby...you own me completely. Shit, you could put a leash and collar on my ass anytime." He whispered hotly against her neck, his lips ghosting over her skin as he spoke.

She couldn’t help but laugh at his joke.

“I could keep you laughing and satisfied all day, if you'll just let me." He mumbled.

“Oh I’d let you anyyyy day of the week.” She laughed. “See what you’ve done to me?”

“I haven’t done shit baby that was all you.” He chuckled.

“Whatever.”

"Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever you say, baby." He picked her up effortlessly, “Let’s go upstairs hm?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” She agreed, allowing him to take her.

He chuckled, lifting her over his shoulder and carrying her upstairs as he kissed her thighs and gave your ass a playful squeeze. "Look at you...so fucking fine. You know I can't resist."

“Oh my gosh Jungkook.” She blushed as they got inside her room.

"That's right, babe. I got you...right where I want you." He tossed her onto the bed before crawling up to her body, kissing and nibbling at her neck. "If only these walls could talk..."

“Jungkook!” She hid her face in embarrassment, getting flashbacks of all the different things they had done in her room.

"Oh come on, don't hide from me now, Y/n." He kissed her cheek as he caressed her face.

"Do you remember the first time we fucked in this room?" Jungkook smirked and laughed. "You were begging for my cock, mama.”

“That’s not what happened!” She instantly denied.

Jungkook laughed harder, his eyes shining mischievously.

"Oh yes, you were mama don’t play! And when you finally got it you were screaming your lungs out. Kept going on and on about how it was the best sex you’ve ever had…” He continued, not giving her the chance to speak.

“This is so humiliating.” She groaned, hiding her face in embarrassment by flipping the blanket over her face.

Jungkook tugged the blanket down a little, showing her face again. "Don't be shy, Y/n. I fucking loved it when I made you scream my name. And made you cum on the first try?" He crawled on top of her again, his knees on either side of her hips.

“You’re so annoying.”

Jungkook chuckled. "That's not what you were saying when I had my cock in your mouth, babe."

His eyes glinted with amusement as he leaned down to kiss her. "I can make you forget all about your embarrassment again, if you want?"

“How’re you going to do that?” She asked, playing dumb.

Jungkook kissed her slowly, running his tongue along the edge of her lips.

He reached down between her legs and began rubbing, his touch firm and confident. "Do I need to give you a reminder right now?"

He immediately earned a soft moan from her, making him to smirk to himself.

Jungkook smiled mischievously, his fingers never leaving that soft spot between her thighs.

"That's a good girl. Just like that." He began driving his fingers in rhythm with his tongue, letting out a moan of his own. "Is this better, Y/n?”

“Mhm!” She moaned, nodding her head quickly.

Jungkook chuckled against her lips, picking up the pace at her small moan.

"You're fucking soaked, you know that, right mama?" His voice was low, amused. "Looks like I can still make you wet."

She could feel his gun pressed against her from his waistband. It drove her fucking insane with lust.

Jungkook felt her press closer, rubbing against his gun. He smirked at her before moving his hand, placing the gun in plain sight for her.

"See something you like, babe?" He said with a chuckle, twirling it around his finger.

“I-I feel it.” She croaked. She had always been curious about his gun in ways she never thought she was the type to fantasize about.

Jungkook grinned, setting it down gently. "Wanna touch it, babe?" His voice was low and inviting.

He took a step back, giving her room to move. "Just be careful, though. It's loaded." He teased.

She nodded quietly, “I do.”

Jungkook watched her grab the gun, letting you get a feel for its weight. He didn't interrupt, just watch her curiously.

"You like?" He asked with a smirk. "Don't tell me you have some kind of fetish for guns."

“I- um.” She swallowed, “Something like that? Well I’ve never done anything but— I’ve been curious.” She handed his gun back to him.

Jungkook took the gun carefully, his smirk growing into a full-on grin. "I knew it."

He whispered seductively. "Why don't we test out that curiosity of yours?" He suggested with a raise of his eyebrow.

“How?”

Jungkook pulled her a little bit closer, his free hand wandering up her side before resting on the edge of her waist.

"Do you want me to fuck you with it? How does that sound?" He smirked, unloading the gun in front of her. He places the gullets on her nightstand.

She nodded, letting a quiet ‘please’ slip from her lips.

Jungkook let out a low growl at her response, his grip on the gun tightening.

"You like that idea, Y/n?" He asked. His free hand wandered to the hem of her shirt, slowly lifting it upwards. "Lay back."

She didn’t hesitate to do so, laying back.

Jungkook bit his lip seductively as he looked down at her, the gun clicking gently in his fingers. "Fuck, yes." He said admiringly.

He bit his lip, placing the gun down in a position of reach before trailing his fingers lower and low on her stomach.

Her pussy was sopping wet with need. Her core aching as she watched the now unloaded gun in his hand.

Jungkook watched her with a lustful gaze as he heard her words, biting his lip again before placing the gun on her lip.

"You're so fucking wet for me already, huh? Mama so ready to get fucked with my gun huh baby?" He asked.

“So pretty Y/n.” His hand sliding lower still until he could feel her wetness. “Get the gun all nice and wet for me baby.”

She kept her gaze on him, spitting and sucking on the muzzle the gun like she was told to.

Jungkook groaned at the sight, glancing down at her almost hungrily. "Fucking hell you're such a hungry little girl, y'know that?"

Jungkook couldn't resist her whiny plea any longer, as he pulled the gun out of her mouth.

He lined the gun muzzle up with her entrance. He slowly slid the gun inside of her, gasping at the sight.

A gasp and an ‘oh fuck’ left her lips. Once adjusted, she instantly melted into the feeling, a moan leaving her lips.

It felt better than how she ever could’ve imagined it to be.

Jungkook groaned at her reaction, watching as he slowly slid the gun in and out of her.

"Fuck Y/n you're loving this aren't you? You're such a slut for my gun and I just now put it in you.” He chuckled.

“J-Jungkook” She moaned out his name, biting her lip. “Fuck that feels good.”

With her voice echoing his name, Jungkook lost control of his actions.

He began thrusting the gun in and out of her faster, even pulling her legs over his shoulders.

"Shit you like watching me fuck your pussy with my gun huh?” He spoke to her. “Been practically humping me for weeks. All that to get to my gun huh baby?”

It was so true.

Whenever they made out she would get super close and grind herself on the imprint of his gun. She almost could cum off just rubbing against it.

“Oh fuck yes!” She whined, “Jungkook I fucking love this.”

Jungkook loved her weak voice. Watching her squirm only made him plunge the gun faster.

"Looking so good taking it in. I wanna fuck you all day like this." He whispered seductively in her ear, sucking on her bottom lip.

Her wetness coated the gun, “F-Fuck oh my gosh” She whimpered. “A-All this time I— Fuck” She could hardly talk.

With the gun still inside of her, Jungkook grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

"All this time you wanted my gun? Every day I'd bend you over and plow you right... fucking... here..." He grunted. “But this gun was all you really wanted hm?”

“Mmm I— just wanted it so bad jungkook you don’t understand.” She quivered her lip.

A smirk appeared on his face as he began to thrust the gun harder and deeper inside her.

"I understand now baby. I know how badly you wanted it." He growled, grabbing her hips with both hands.

Jungkook smirked, thrusting the gun even harder, making her whimper. "You're such a dirty little slut for me. That's right baby, tell me how much you need my gun to get off.”

“Jungkook please— Feels so fucking good. Never had anything like this. Mm— such a slut.” She was rambling.

The way the gun was penetrating her made her whine with pleasure as it stretched her in the best way possible.

“Came so— so many times. Just from the thought.” She kept going. “Fuck— I was changing the sheets every damn hour”

His cocky grin widened as he pressed the gun deeper, his other hand traveling down to her soaked pussy.

He teased her clit with his fingers, "That's my girl. I want you soaked for me every damn hour.”

“Fuck— You’re killing me.” The double stimulation overwhelmed her.

"Is that too much for you baby? Can't handle it?" He chuckled, thrusting the gun harder, before pressing his fingers deeper, curling them to hit her g-spot.

She gasped again, gripping onto the sheets. “I-I can just— Shit it’s too fucking good” She cursed, grabbing onto her breast with her other hand.

"You love it, don't you baby? When I take control like this." He leaned down, pressing his lips against her ear. "I own every inch of you, and you fucking know it. Whether it’s my cock or my gun.”

She was milking his gun with her juices, whimpering and whining. The gun was fucking her absolutely stupid.

“D-Don’t think I can take any more.” She managed to get out, “W-Wanna cum on the gun”

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head as he continued to thrust the gun into her, pulling the trigger back twice.

The empty clicks filling the room, while he got to touch her throbbing pussy. "You want to cum, huh mama?”

“Jungkook please” She begged him to cum. The sounds of the empty clicks driving her insane.

“You're crazy mama. Absolutely insane." He groaned.

He pulled the trigger back one last time, hearing the empty click after he was spent.

“Jungkook please! I want to cum so bad!” tears of pleasure ran down her cheeks.

"You're more desperate than I thought." Jungkook grabbed her hair, pulling hard as his other hand began rubbing your needy little clit hard.

"Cum on the gun Y/n."

She didn’t waste a second, letting her juices flow and drop down the gun barrel.

He felt his cock twitch at her screams as she came, splashing hot cum all over his hand and the gun.

"Good fucking girl. Now clean this shit up.” He aimed the muzzle of the gun facing her mouth.

“W-What? You want me to clean it?”

“That's what I said." He replied with a snarl as he began stroking his cock again, dripping wet cum from the tip of it.

She obeyed him, sucking and licking her cum off of the gun. She dragged her tongue all over the barrel, looking into his eyes as she did so.

His hands gripped the gun tightly as he watched her sucking and licking her cum off. It was perverted as hell, but his cock was twitching again.

His eyes darkened, and he felt his cock twitch at her words, the sight of her on her knees with his cum mixing with hers.

"I know.." He purred as he pulled the gun away from your her. "Now come here. I got something else for you to suck.”

[pinkflyingtiger]

❄️ The colder months in Slovenia...

This is a Joker Out secret santa gift for @mitamicah whose tattoo features above! Thank you to @joblrsecretsanta for organising all of this.

Additional art credits: x x x

After I heard the brass orchestra version of Bluza, I couldn't help but feel like something was missing - so I whipped out my collection of Christmas bells and got recording and editing. When I listened to it, I couldn't help but think of what Jere's first time in Slovenia might be like if he had managed to visit over the festive period and so the moodboard was born. I hope you enjoy!

[kurooscoffee]

Okay this thing is hilarious actually 😂

Translation:

🎉 This year, Slovenia is going 0.0 with the Police Orchestra and guest Bojan Cvjetićanin from the band Joker Out.

👮 The police will, from November 4 to November 11, check drivers' psychophysical conditions, and if you blow a 0.0 on a breathalyzer test, you will receive a flyer with which you can enter a draw for two free tickets to this year’s traditional concert!

🥁 The Police Orchestra was founded in 1948 with the purpose of performing at national holidays, celebrations, and anniversaries…

💐 Bojan Cvjetićanin was born in 1999 and represents the blossoming voice of the younger generation. Together, they will perform hits from Joker Out and timeless classics that the Police Orchestra has been performing for 76 years.

#erasealcoholabuse #ministryofhealth

[lookninjas]

Pick a Song Based on a Bad Description:

.In which it's really just a blatant excuse to build a playlist around the new Dessa double single.

I feel like this was predictable, to be honest.

Pick a song, based on a bad description. Whatever sounds like the best vibes to you. At the end of the week, I will put all of the songs into a playlist based on the poll results, starting with the song with the least votes and then going to the song with the most votes. I'll also reveal what all the songs are at that point, but if you're curious before then, send me an ask and I'll answer.

I feel like two of the songs should be pretty obvious, though. Also, the description for one of them is just straight-up song lyrics. And the Depeche Mode one is...

Yeah, anyway. Look, I'm just really happy I can put Dessa on a playlist with my Daði Freyr and my Citi Zēni without a lot of weird mood whiplash, you know? The orchestra stuff is great, but it can limit playlist creation.

Vote! Reblog! Please reblog, because when you do that the poll gets more answers and the playlist creation gets to take on a life of its own, rather than me having total control, which is kind of boring, truthfully. So, again, please reblog!

And I think that's it. Have fun! I'm going to listen to the new Dessa again.

[honeylullaby]

Every Breath You Take.

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Synopsis: Rupert pops the biggest question of his life…

Title derived from Every Breath You Take by The Police.

Prologue: 18+ FANFIC / Just some super cute, soppy Rupert 🥺 Reader character aged at 21. Hope you enjoy! 🩷

Spring — your favourite month — had officially engulfed the entirety of Rutshire, with vivid daffodils rising from the ground in droves, and a plethora of tulips lined the garden of Penscombe Court, vibrant pinks, indigos and scarlet reds. The gardeners were occupied outside, shearing the hedges into the most fantastic shapes. The lawn was freshly trimmed, the nostalgic aroma of the clippings clinging to Penscombe Court. From the hanging baskets surrounding the mahogany back door, a blissful cloud of sweet alyssums and cyclamens. Dressed in his Sunday best, Rupert was sporting a rather suave navy blue jumper with white lining around the waistband and neckline, brown corduroy trousers and tan leather brogues, his ink black hair gelled flawlessly. “You’re pulling out all the stops this season, Mr Campbell-Black.” The portly gardener chirped, holding his shears mid-air. “All for good reason, Dennis. You’ll soon see. Can you ask Edith to plant a few lilacs there? They’re angel’s favourite.” He announced, pointing towards an empty flowerbed. The man nodded in response and returned to shearing the hedge.

Pottering back inside, Rupert sloped into the kitchen, his smile immediately brightening as he saw you, freshly awake from your slumber. You were dressed only in one of his Venturer t-shirts, that hung down to your knees — your cappuccino-brown hair tangled across your shoulders. “You’ve been outside for a while, what are you doing?” You questioned suspiciously, flicking on the kettle. “Nothing. Just… go and get ready, will you?” Rupert snapped, anxiously adjusting his watch. Furrowing your brow in astonishment at his miniature outburst, you barged past him and marched upstairs. “Properly ready, we’re going out!” He called up after you, sighing.

-

Rupert was all too aware that it took you a while to get ready, but wow, you were taking your sweet time today. Almost two hours later, as the grandfather clock struck 12pm, you were finally dressed, and howled at Rupert to wait by the stairs. Obliging like the obedient man he was, Rupert stood at the foot of the winding staircase, his jaw instantaneously dropping in adoration as you began your descent. Your curvaceous figure was wrapped tightly in a black silk dress cut to your knees, cleavage on show with a plunging neckline, alongside black kitten heels and accessorised with a pearl necklace and earrings. Coffee-coloured hair was draped across your back, tied neatly with a black satin bow, and your makeup was subtle and elegant. In other words, you looked phenomenally glamorous and utterly irresistible. “Wow, angel… you look incredible.” Rupert chuckled, offering his hand to guide you down the last few steps. “Thank you.” You muttered, still partially irritated by his snapping. “Come with me.” He winked, beginning to lead you out into the garden.

Penscombe’s garden had been entirely transformed overnight. Spring - and the gardeners - had transformed the dreary, overgrown disarray into Eden. “Rupert! It’s… it’s beautiful” You weeped, heart fluttering at the arrangement of lilacs. Thank God, thought Rupert. Atop the freshly-trimmed lawn sat a tartan picnic blanket filled with fresh treats, helpfully provided by Taggie O’Hara the night afore. Unbeknownst to you, the large topiary bushes lining the lawn were methodically sheared to spell out ‘Marry me?’ The hired orchestra of five musicians began to play Every Breath You Take by The Police, your favourite song, as you both sauntered onto the grass. Blissfully unaware of the sheared topiary, you gasped in delight, clapping your hands together in time to the music. “Oh Rupert, you shouldn’t have!” You joyfully exclaimed, unable to remove your gaze from the violin.

Wrapped up in your harmonious euphoria, you hadn’t noticed Rupert had gotten down on one knee, yielding a small red leather box. Within the plush cushioning of the box sat a silver banded engagement ring, an immense diamond proudly glinting on top. “Angel…” He prompted, gazing up at the woman he so loved. Slowly, you began to read the words sheared into the topiary, jaw dropping rapidly. A dumbfounded gasp parted from your lips as you spun round to meet him. “Rupert…” You managed to breathe out.

“My darling, any attempt I make to tell you just how much you’ve illuminated my life… not just with your vivid flowers or your awful music, but with your beautiful, caring heart, will never be enough.” He began, hand trembling slightly. Tears had already begun their descent across your cheeks. “You haven’t had the easiest job in taming me, but you made it look effortless. Whenever you are gone, I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t breathe. I can’t live without you. I wonder if you’d take on the awful burden of becoming Mrs Campbell-Black?” He asked, that awfully heart-wrenching nervous look overtaking his features. “Rupert… yes! Of course I will! My God.” You stutter, grinning widely as he hoisted himself up and enveloped you in his arms.

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[ENG SUB + Article Translation] Delo's Personality of the Year Bojan Cvjetićanin: They sing Slovene in Dublin because of him

Bojan Cvjetićanin: They sing Slovene in Dublin because of him

The frontman of the band Joker Out, Bojan Cvjetićanin, is a candidate for Delo's Personality of the Year. The energetic singer and talented lyricist remains grounded despite his popularity.

Original article written by Urša Izgoršek for Delo. English translation by @kurooscoffee and a member of JokerOutSubs, proofread by @flowerlotus8

All ten nominees are listed in this article.

Full article below the cut.

Delo's Personality of the Year

Bojan Cvjetićanin: They sing Slovene in Dublin because of him

PHOTO: Bojan Cvjetićanin says that his generation faces many unresolved questions that cause anxiety. PHOTO: Črt Piksi

The frontman of the band Joker Out, Bojan Cvjetićanin, is a candidate for Delo's Personality of the Year. The energetic singer and talented lyricist remains grounded despite his popularity.

With Joker Out, Cvjetićanin has achieved incredible popularity on the European music scene, surpassing any other Slovenian pop or rock band to date. They've exceeded their own dreams and broken language barriers, with fans singing along in Slovenian wherever they perform, from Dublin to Milan and Oslo. As an energetic singer and gifted songwriter, Bojan represents a voice for the young generation, which is declaring that their time is coming: The game of hatred is your thing, thank you very much, don't count on us.

The 25-year-old musician, along with his bandmates Jure Maček, Kris Guštin, Jan Peteh, and Nace Jordan, has risen to stardom in just over two years while staying firmly grounded. "Sometimes even we ask ourselves how we manage it. We talk a lot with our producer Žare Pak, who we could call our sixth member. I think I, as well as the others in the band, have normal life habits. None of us is prone to any excesses, so we don't have to hold ourselves back in that sense. I live the way I have always lived, basically," says Bojan Cvjetićanin, who recently told Vikend magazine that he is glad that sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll are not the guiding principles of their band. Joker Out is driven forward primarily by the enjoyment of performing on stage, meeting new people, and creativity.

What Bojan enjoys writing about the most is love, and he uses this emotion to describe the relationships within the group, too. "It's a partnership between five people, which is very complex. We spend a lot of time together, know each other well, and have learned when not to push certain buttons or when to offer someone a shoulder—not to cry on, but to vent." However, he also says there is nothing wrong with men showing emotions.

We briefly met with Bojan at Kino Šiška the day after returning from a concert in Zagreb and before heading to Maribor and Vienna, where Joker Out had two more sold-out concerts. That evening, when he could have taken a breather, Bojan also took the time to perform with the Police Orchestra at a concert titled Slovenia Breathes 0.0, because he likes to support causes he finds important.

One such cause was a concert aimed at improving the treatment of women with gynecological cancer. Cvjetićanin is compelling on stage and also when he talks about always adhering to the 0.0 rule behind the wheel. "My parents instilled in me the mindset that you don’t want to carry the weight of something going wrong because of one beer. I always called a taxi since I know people who have been deeply affected by the reckless actions of drunk drivers."

Life Motto: Do what you believe in, and trust the people you love.

The verse written in the introduction is from their hit 'Carpe Diem', with which they performed at Eurovision, and the song contains another meaningful thought: "We'll dance all night long/We'll love each other and play/As if we'll be gone tomorrow" Young people face an uncertain future, and Bojan says his generation has many worries due to rapid changes.

"We are confronted with many unresolved questions, more than ever before. They create unease, anxiety, and I think all of this can be felt. On the other hand, young people are treated as fully responsible global citizens, yet youth is often mentioned in a derogatory sense, as if it’s not yet our time to get involved in what's happening and we should just wait a little longer."

He never considered building a career outside Slovenia:"I always imagined a musician's life in the style of Tomi Meglič. Tomi was my alpha and omega. Only later, when I started writing in my mother tongue, Serbian, I began to think about the possibility of performing in the former Yugoslav region. As a teenager, my dreams were limited to Slovenia, and even that would've been more than enough for me," says the musician, who's grateful for the safety and many other aspects of living in Slovenia.

However, it seems that audiences abroad want to keep listening to them, and on their brand-new album 'Souvenir Pop', Bojan sings in three languages: Slovenian, Serbian, and English.

Žare Pak, producer of the band Joker Out

Žare Pak PHOTO: Jože Suhadolnik

I met Bojan Cvjetićanin five or six years ago when we were working on the song 'Gola'. For about three months, I put him through a vocal "torture", but I knew we could make something out of this boy. He is completely devoted to music, it’s in his blood, and he’s a great creator.

I see him the way most people who like him see him: he doesn’t act. He’d rather focus on discovering himself than playing a role. He's a very good person and also very intelligent. His charisma is connected to this.

Sometimes I tell him: Lucky you, whatever you do, even if it's wrong, you’ll fix it with this smile of yours. His smile is a powerful weapon. What’s amazing about Bojan is that he can make everyone feel like he has a personal relationship with them. When he’s on stage, everyone in the audience feels like he’s singing just for them. But that’s who he is. And because of people like Bojan, I’m happy to be in this profession.

[project-sekai-facts]

how many producers have gotten a commissioned song for the game before they got a cover/vs only song? (like guiano was commissioned for i am, we are before superhero was added, for example)

quite a lot of them actually!

kemu (SEKAI -> Roku-chou Nen to Ichiya Monogatari)

Mitchie M (Wah Wah World/Idol Shin'eitai -> Viva Happy)*

PinocchioP (Sekai wa Mada Hajimatte sura Inai -> Aisarenakute mo Kimi ga Iru)

syudou (Jackpot Sad Girl -> Bitter Choco Decoration)

R Sound Design (Forward -> Teikoku Shoujo)

YASUHIRO (once upon a dream -> Odore Orchestra)

DIVELA (Tenshi no Clover -> METEOR)

aqu3ra (icedrop -> Lonely Universe)

*Luna (Ryuusei no Pulse -> Attract Light)

Picon (Saisei -> Garando)

HarryP (STAGE OF SEKAI -> Deichuu ni Saku)

Kujira (Aoiro Enogu -> Kinmokusei)

Chinozo (Flyer! -> Goodbye Sengen)

Nanahoshi Kangengakudan (Parasol Cider -> Batsubyou)

Shishi Shishi (Utsuro wo Aogu -> Taemanaku Aiiro)

Heavenz (Float Planner -> Sore ga Anata no Shiawase to Shite mo)

Guiano (Watashi wa, Watashitachi wa -> Superhero)

iyowa (Momoiro no Kagi -> Kyuukurarin)

Hiiragi Magnetite (Realize -> Marshall Maxmizer)

picco (Tokimeki Jet Coaster -> Mousou Aspartame)

Kashii Moimi (LEADER -> Garnet no Namida)**

Niki (Rekka -> WAVE)

*these songs were added in very close proximity and were possibly recorded in the reverse order to release

**the songs were added to the game in reverse order but LEADER was released on SEKAI NOTE vol.1 months before Garnet no Namida was implemented

mafumafu, Police Piccadilly, 21SeikiP, Karasuyasabou, Kasamura Toota, Polypho, jon-YAKITORY, fullkawa honpo, HoneyWorks, buzzG, Haruka Ryo, Mizuno Atsu, Peg, Yairi, Mashima Yulo, Hifumi, Ukaroku, MuryokuP, Live-P, Sohbana, Hirata Yoshihisa, Wataru Sena, Sheeno Mirin, Sodeno Arawa, MaikiP, Komedawara, Haruno, Aoki Gou, and Ishifuro don't have any songs other than commissions in the game, so if cover/vocaloid songs by them are ever added you can put them on the list.

[itsmarjudgeloveclassicrock59]

When Neil Peart auditioned for Rush in 1974, his playing immediately impressed his future bandmates. "We were blown away by Neil's drumming," guitarist Alex Lifeson once said. "It was so Keith Moon-like—intense, active, and incredibly powerful." Ironically, while Peart’s initial style mirrored Moon’s chaotic energy, his lasting legacy became the exact opposite: rock drumming defined by precision, intricacy, and meticulous planning.

As Rush’s progressive ambitions soared in the late 1970s, Peart emerged as both a master craftsman and an imaginative artist. His lyrical storytelling explored fantastical themes, while his drumming incorporated a wide range of instruments, from timpani and temple blocks to orchestra bells, adding rich textures to tracks like Xanadu and The Trees. In the 1980s, as Rush shifted toward a more streamlined, pop-oriented sound with albums like Moving Pictures, Peart adapted by tastefully integrating electronic percussion, drawing inspiration from contemporary innovators like Stewart Copeland of The Police.

Even in Rush's later years, Peart continued to evolve. Albums like 2012’s Clockwork Angels showcased some of his finest work: a perfect balance of technical brilliance and raw power. Although he retired from touring before his passing in 2020, Peart remains one of the most revered drummers in rock history, celebrated not only for his virtuosity but also for his legendary live solos that have inspired countless air-drummers worldwide.