#yes it’s steely Dan time

[corrodedcoughin]

hey so what’s your favourite part of the hit song ‘peg’ by steely dan? Mines when he says peg at 0:39

[waddlesizsleepy]

there are two reactions steely heads can have when they're told that steely dan is indeed boring, either

"you're wrong, shut up."

or

"yes."

both are valid and both are simultaneously true.

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I Skip My Pride - No Love Lost Bonus Chapter

Series Masterlist

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Author's Note: What an amazing opportunity to use that gif. Takes place in Chapter 22. Title from Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA.

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary/Warnings: You share some music with Ben over text. Usual warnings.

Tags: Soldier Boy/Supe!Female Reader, canon divergence, fluff

whjt is empty v 

What? 

annie and mm are talkinng avout empty v. wat is it. Ben frowned at his phone, watching the little bubbles appear and disappear, and added theyre foghting about something calld a reeahna  

The bubbles disappeared for half a second, and then- 

Ask MM how to spell that. 

Ben ahead of him, where MM and Annie were locked in an argument about something that sounded fucking stupid. 

“How the fuck do you spell that.” 

MM twisted, frowning at him. “Spell what.”

“That weird fucking word you said. The reeahna.” 

“Do you,” Annie paused, exchanging a weird fucking look with MM. “Do you mean Rihanna?” 

“Sure. How the fuck do you spell it.” 

Ben listened as Annie sounded every letter out—slowly, like he was fucking stupid—and entered them into the phone carefully. 

rihanna. 

The response was immediate. Jesus fucking Christ, Ben. 

wat 

She’s a singer. And you’re thinking of MTV. 

whats mtv 

MTV was launched in the 80s. You should know what MTV is. 

Ben paused, then typed, cabel channel 

Good work. I’m proud of you. 

shutt up. why is that shit still aroond 

People love music, celebrities, and drama, and MTV provides all three. 

od they still do thw msuic show 

VMAs?  

sure 

Yes, they do.  

music goood 

What???? 

is musac still good 

I’d say it is, but it’s an incredibly subjective medium. 

wat music do u liek tha most 

Ben knew what music She liked. He’d spent hours listening to all her fucking songs, over and over while she was gone. But the variety had almost killed him with whiplash, and he didn’t have the goddamn time to comb through the infinite amount of songs she seemed to enjoy. If She’d just spell out the best ones, he’d memorize them because he loved Her, and not bother with shit that wasn’t necessary.

The little bubbles had started up again, appearing and disappearing for several seconds before- 

Did you listen to the playlist? 

dont knoww how

Do you want help?

He sighed, glancing up at Annie and MM to ensure they wouldn’t reach back and grab his fucking phone from his hand, and looked back down. yes 

Yes… Please? 

dont puush it 

I’m not helping you if you don’t say please, Benjamin. 

Ben scowled at the screen. pleas 

Thank you. Open the app, go to playlists, and hit the one labeled Benjamin Music Education Initiative. 

Ben rolled his eyes, but followed Her instructions, returning to the messages when he was done. now wat 

Listen to the music, dummy.  

i dont know theese songs 

That’s the point. There was a brief pause—Ben was really starting to hate these stupid fucking bubbles—before, There’s four songs per decade you missed. Three that are important for you to know, and one that I like. I also added some more familiar stuff that I thought you’d like, so you don’t listen to Toxic and explode.  

stuf i like 

Hughie said you like Steely Dan, so I went off of that. Ben grinned at the screen, even as the next message came through. Old fucking man music, by the way. You’re not doing yourself any favors in the “I’m not a goddamn dinosaur, Sunshine” department. 

He wasn’t a fucking dinosaur. Normally, Ben would’ve immediately typed that into the phone with a glare, but something in his chest was making him all fucking soft and fucking happy. He loved Her so fucking much, and it was making him a pussy, but Christ, he couldn’t bring himself to give a flying pig’s fuck. He could picture Her perfect face in a mock frown, almost hear Her voice dropped into that dogshit fucking impression of him as he read her words, and he did like Steely Dan. He had absolutely no memory of telling Hughie that, but Ben didn’t really fucking care if he’d mentioned it and forgotten, because now She knew. And She’d added a few of their songs to the stupid playlist, mixed in with a bunch of shit Ben didn’t recognize. 

doo i have to listeen now 

Do you not want to? 

i dont want to stoop talking to u 

There was a pause, and then, You can do both. They aren’t mutually exclusive. 

why 

Because two apps can run at once.  

Ben blinked, and went back to the playlist, hitting the button labeled play and almost dropping his phone as the music blasted through the car. 

“Shit!” MM turned around the glare at Ben as he smashed his thumb onto the screen, trying to stop the guitar splitting filling up the air. “Use fucking headphones, you asshole, not all of us want to listen to Nirvana right now!” 

“Nobody gave me headphone, you dicksack-“ 

“Here,” Annie threw a pair of thin white wires at Ben’s face, shrugging. “Those are my backups, they were like fifteen dollars. You can keep them.” 

Ben scowled at the alleged headphones. “This is fucking string.” 

“Goddammit,” MM muttered, snatching Ben’s phone and the wires from his hand and chucking them back into his lap, now somehow connected together. “You’re welcome, motherfucker. Go back to sulking about your separation anxiety and use those if you want to listen to music.” 

Ben didn’t know how to use them to listen to music. Headphones were big, and they went over your ears. These couldn’t go over fucking shit. 

how do u use wiires as headpones 

What? 

annie gav me string and said to use is to musicc 

Oh. Those are earbuds, you put them in your ears.  

Ben glanced down at the wires. There were little pieces on the end that looked bigger, and could maybe fit in his ears. 

They did. It felt really goddamn weird, but when he shook his head they didn’t fall out, and when he pressed play again it was like the music was being pushed into his brain.  

i got it 

Good work. 

shut the fhck up 

Rude. Do you like the music? 

its ok. loud 

I’ll take okay and loud. I did start with grunge, so it’ll get quieter.  

its not baad. didnt fuckinng expect it tho 

I have so many old man jokes. 

Ben rolled his eyes. brat 

Cunt. Wait until you get to the 2010s, you’re going to hate it. 

He might. Ben didn’t understand half the pop culture shit in the modern world, but She did, and he trusted her. He wasn’t listening to his music for himself, it was all for her. To find out what fucking music she deemed worthy of showing him, what stuff she loved, so he could love Her better. Maybe manage to understand her insane, genius fucking brain a little more. And he hadn’t been lying, the music wasn’t bad. A lot of it was weird as shit, but none of it made him want to rip off his ears.  

And it was making something inside of Ben all fucking soft and gooey, that She’d successfully figured out what music he liked. That she’d taken the time to do this, just for him. It was the Benjamin Music Education Initiative. This was for Ben, from Her. He fucking loved Her, and she cared about him enough to do this. He was going to memorize every single fucking song on this list, and maybe she’d do it again.  

He’d love Her no matter what. Even when she made old man jokes and called him a cunt, Ben would keep loving Her until it killed him. 

i thogt u hated romeo an juilet 

I do. Why? 

song 

Well, this version has a happy ending, and it’s an excellent fucking song. 

its fine 

It’s amazing. Do not disrespect that song, Pretty Boy. It’s blasphemy.

i said its fuckig fine 

I’m going to make you listen to the whole album. The entire discography. 

He could live with that. If it kept Her at his side, Ben would easily put up with listening to this twangy guitar for a million goddamn years. If it made Her smile, all the fucking better. wahtever 

Don’t test me. I’ll do it.

i no 

Know. 

fuckk off

No. You’re stuck with me. 

Ben could live with that as well.

End Note: Do you guys think Ben would be a swiftie. I feel like he would but he'd be like, angry about it.

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Lost Steely Dan Saturday

I've decided that I'm going to start a weekly thing where I post about various cut & obscure Steely Dan songs. My intention is mainly to post about an album's worth of outtakes, demos, and other oddities per installment. This list will be non-exhaustive, as the list of Steely Dan and Steely Dan adjacent outtakes is enormous. I'll be sharing links to what songs I can, and I'll be prioritizing unadulterated demos (though I will be recommending fan remasters when applicable.) Starting chronologically, we'll be looking at their first album, Can't Buy a Thrill, and a little bit of what came before it. Heads up, this will be a long post.

Dallas (Single)

This single is Steely Dan's first release, it and its b-side were only ever released officially on a 1978 japan only compilation

One of the first things you might notice with this one is that Donald Fagen is not singing lead vocals, instead being performed by drummer Jim Hodder. Hodder also performs lead vocals for "Midnite Cruiser" on can't buy a thrill. Personally, I'm pretty keen on this one. Despite Becker & Fagen later describing it as "stinko," I think it holds up pretty well. The use of steel guitar makes it mesh really well into the sound of Can't Buy a Thrill, and I'd definitely recommend giving it a listen. JiveMiguel1980 has an excellent remaster which you can find on YouTube, and the band Poco covered this song in 1975.

Sail the Waterway

I'm not going to have too much to say about a lot of these songs, and this is definitely one of those. It's nice enough. The instrumentation once again feels very in line with the sound of CBAT, and this song features a pretty nice guitar solo, as well as some nice backing vocals. Sail the Waterway also has another great remaster by JiveMiguel1980 on YouTube that is worth checking out if you enjoy the song.

Can't Buy a Thrill Demos and Outtakes

Moving now from songs released before Can't Buy a Thrill and on to the Demos and Outtakes of the albums themselves. Steely Dan fans have been compiling this into their own little bootlegs since before the internet, so I'll be able to share most of them with one link, and we'll briefly run down through the songs in order as they appear:

Gullywater: This one's just plain fun! The lyrics are very of their time but I find the song's heavy reliance on just kind of stating metaphors to be endearing. The guitar on this one is also just killer. Check out the JiveMiguel1980 remaster, and It's at this point that I'd also like to note that yes, I am going to recommend JiveMiguel1980 remasters a lot, they make a lot of them and they're very good

Sakka Joweda: This one is probably my favorite CBAT outtake, it's really catchy and very high energy for Steely Dan. The chorus on this one gets stuck in my head for the rest of the day every time I hear it, and the closing organ bit is very distinct for them. Check out the JiveMiguel1980 remaster if you like this one as always. I'd have to agree with the studio chatter at the end of this one, Sakka Joweda is "real good."

Any World (That I'm Welcome To): You might recognize this one from their 1975 album "Katie Lied," Any World is one of a couple of Steely Dan demos to find new life on subsequent albums. This version of it is very good on its own, having the sparser piano and drum sound of a lot of Steely Dan demos, but it doesn't quite hold up as well when compared to its later officially released iteration (you just can't compete with Michael McDonald.)

Running Child: This one to me is another solid-but-not-exceptional demo, which is probably why infamous perfectionist Donald Fagen prevented it from being included on the album. This one also has a JiveMiguel1980 remaster if it sticks out to you.

Megashine City: This song is alright, like Sakka Joweda I think its strongest part is its chorus. This one has a very 60s country-ish americana sound that I don't personally care for, and I think wouldn't sound out of place with a lot of other bands of the era, but it still has enough of that Dan feel going for it that I'll listen to it on occasion.

Stay There: This is just studio chatter and instrument futzing I think. If you're listening to Can't Buy a Thrill Demos and Outtakes as though it were a real album, it's a fun little transitional piece.

Midnite Cruiser (Alternate Mix): This is an alternate mix of Midnite Cruiser, the track from Can't Buy a Thrill. Not too too much is different, but it is pretty neat.

This was my first Lost Steely Dan Saturday, I've been wanting to blog about this stuff for a little bit, and finally settled on this as the format. Next week I'll most likely be covering Katy Lied & The Royal Scam, as Countdown to Ecstasy and Pretzel Logic outtakes either don't exist or remain lost media at present. Not sure how this style of post is going to perform, but I am mostly just making these for my own enjoyment. However, if anyone has questions or notes they can feel free to reach out to me about them.

[elainahalevyx]

Shadows of Retribution

Awards After-party, post plot drop

Berkeley Estate

Warnings: 💋

Mentions: Yuliya, Laure, Aviv

The atmosphere at the awards after-party had been filled with anticipation; the air thick with whispers of success and ambition. As the guests mingled and the champagne flowed, a hush fell over the room as the screens flickered to life, broadcasting, in loose term, a spectacle. The video footage which captured the murder of Kosta's loyalist, a stark reminder, for perhaps all, of who they all really were.

As the confusion swept through the crowd, Elaina saw the panic flash in the eyes of the partygoers as they struggled to comprehend the gravity of what they had just witnessed. Whispers turned to shouts, and chaos erupted as the realisation dawned that they were in the midst of a revenge plot. At least of some sort. 

Elaina felt a surge of apprehension coursing through her veins, knowing that this bold act of violence would undoubtedly invite swift and brutal retaliation from the Russians. But amidst the turmoil, she also saw an opportunity, a chance to strike back at the heart of the darkness that had claimed her sister's life. 

In that pivotal moment, as the video played out before her eyes, Elaina felt a surge of raw emotion coursing through her veins, igniting a fire that had burned within her for far too long. It was a crucial reminder of the pain and loss she had endured over the past year, the weight of her family's deaths pressing down upon her with suffocating intensity.

But amidst the turmoil, there was something else stirring within her—a simmering resolve, a burning desire for retribution that had been building within her with each passing day. As she watched the chaos unfold around her, she saw an opportunity—a chance to settle the score, to finally collect the debts owed to her family by the Russians.

For too long, she had carried the burden of her grief and anger in silence, haunted by the memories of Dan and Noa's senseless deaths, tormented by the knowledge that justice had remained unresolved. But now, as the chaos of the after-party threatened to consume them all, she saw a glimmer of hope - a chance to turn the tide, to seize control of her destiny and exact her revenge.

With a steely determination driving her actions, Elaina knew that this was her moment - a chance to confront the demons of her past and demand blood in return. For in that fleeting moment, Elaina knew that she had the power to rewrite the narrative - to deliver a small bit of what had been served to her. And as she stood, she knew that she would stop at nothing. Not even herself, not even if it meant her own death.

With set determination, she locked eyes with Laure, their silent communication speaking volumes. This was their moment, their chance to tip the scales in their favour, even if events like these never had a good ending, there was always the other end of the stick, the sharp part, most likely.

Elaina knew that every second counted and yet, she had to bid her time. Before anything, Aviv was someone who looked after his own, as selfish as he was, she knew her capabilities enough to understand she couldn’t take him out if there were more of them. 

Yes, her target was Aviv. 

It was after some time that Elaina and Laure began their move. They knew that the chaos would provide the perfect cover for their gambit, a chance to strike when they least expected it.

Aviv was looming across the room, noticeably on alert to the situation that now engulfed the whole estate.

Elaina's gaze swept through the corridor as she searched for her target. And then, she spotted her - Yuliya, the forgettable sister, and her formidable bodyguard.

Without hesitation, Elaina signalled to Laure, her silent ally ready for action. With a nod of acknowledgment, Laure moved with silent precision, closing in on the bodyguard with lethal intent. In the blink of an eye, she struck with calculated savagery, incapacitating him before he could even register the threat.

As the bodyguard crumpled to the ground, Elaina seized her opportunity, launching herself into action. With lightning speed, she closed the distance between herself and Yuliya, her hand closing around the delicate curve of her neck with unyielding force.

Yuliya's eyes widened in terror as Elaina dragged her away, her movements fueled by a potent mix of desperation and resolve.

And just as expected, in the blink of an eye, Aviv's keen gaze found them, and immediately he reacted. With a violent roar of rage, he surged forward, his massive frame cutting through the chaos like the predator he was.

In a heartbeat, he reached Yuliya's side, his fury set upon Laure with devastating force. With a savage blow, he sent her reeling, her body crumpling under the weight of his assault. And then, with a single-minded focus, he turned his attention to Elaina, his eyes burning with a savage intensity.

With grim determination, Elaina braced herself for the inevitable clash, her grip on Yuliya unyielding as she prepared to face Aviv head-on. In that moment, she knew that there would be no turning back—that the battle ahead would test her resilience, test her strength and her ability to be anything at all. She refused to be another failure.

So she met Aviv's charge with unwavering defiance. And as their paths collided in a whirlwind of fury and desperation, Elaina knew that she would stop at nothing to see him on his knees. Even better, she wanted his blood all over the marble floors, she wanted to suffer more than her family had suffered. More than Noa, more than Dan. It was for them she was doing this. And it was only the beginning. 

It was then she let go of the blonde, only then. While Yuliya might have been blood well-split, she wasn’t who Elaina wanted. 

As Yuliya was led away by one of Aviv's men, a silent order whispered between them, Elaina saw her opportunity. With a swift and decisive motion, she launched herself into action as Aviv’s attention remained on her. Thus, Elaina closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

With a swift and decisive motion, Elaina launched herself at him, her movements precise as she closed the distance between her and Aviv. Aviv's anger burned bright as he turned his attention to her, his eyes flashing with savage intent.

Their clash was unrelenting, as they exchanged blow after punishing blow. Elaina fought with a ferocity born of desperation, drawing upon reserves of strength she never knew she possessed as she met Aviv's relentless assault head-on.

But Aviv wasn’t just anyone. His sheer size alone was enough to bring her down. But the brutality? With each passing moment, the struggle grew more intense; the corridor being painted by blood with each strike.

Meanwhile, Laure reeled from Aviv's initial onslaught, her movements hindered by the pain of his merciless blows. With a desperate scream, she delivered a powerful kick to Aviv's knees, aiming to bring the Russian to his knees. The force of her blow sent shockwaves through his body, but Aviv's reflexes were as sharp as his cruelty. Even as he staggered, he lunged forward, his eyes burning with a savage intensity. Yet, Laure evaded his grasp, though not without consequences.

Elaina had moved on the other side, her movements fluid and graceful as she sought to exploit Aviv's blind spots. With razor-sharp precision, she struck at his vulnerabilities, her blows landing with lethal accuracy as she sought to tip the scales in their favour.

And then, Elaina saw her opening. With a surge of adrenaline, she delivered a blow to Aviv's temple, sending him reeling. As he stumbled, dazed and disoriented, Laure seized the opportunity, delivering a final, decisive strike that sent him crashing to the ground in a heap.

The corridor fell silent. With Aviv finally passed out at, the both of them stood panting heavily. It wasn’t easy, but it was done. 

Elaina took out her phone and called the first person on her contacts.

“I’m going to need help moving a body.” 

He wasn’t dead, but he was going to wish he was soon enough. 

[therecordchanger62279]

MY 200 FAVORITE ALBUMS OF ALL-TIME

(Revised 2024 Edition)

To my way of thinking, a list of favorite albums changes over time. At any moment, there might be as many as 300 or 400 albums that are good enough to make a favorites list of 200. Where and how to cut is the question. I do a new list whenever the old one feels outdated to me. The criteria I use is pretty basic. I choose my favorite records to listen to, and those that get played more often are ranked higher. But my listening habits change from time to time, so when an album I love doesn't get played as often because I'm getting tired of it, it falls to a lower spot on the list, or disappears altogether. If I haven't played it in awhile, and it sound fresh to me, it goes back into regular rotation, and subsequently climbs higher on the list. I go through periods when I listen to one genre more than another, and that can also affect where the album lands on the list. Playability is the most important factor. That's why an album that has one great side that gets played all the time while the other side is ignored, won't rank as high as one that I enjoy playing from start to finish. And critics lists are things I often read, but completely ignore when it comes to doing my own. My list reflects my tastes, and my biases only.

This is my first revision since March of 2023. There are 28 new additions to the list this time marked with an asterisk. And, in case you're wondering, there were five artists that placed at least five albums on the list. They were The Rolling Stones (13), The Beatles (8), and The Beach Boys, Steely Dan, and Tom Petty each had five (though four of Petty's were with The Heartbreakers, and the fifth was a solo album). Here's my list, and I hope it encourages you to explore something you might not have heard, or to pull something out you may not have played in awhile.

    1. All Things Must Pass – George Harrison (1970)

    2. Revolver (UK) – The Beatles (1966)

    3. The Wild, The Innocent & The E Street Shuffle – Bruce Springsteen (1973)

    4. Blood on the Tracks – Bob Dylan (1975)

    5. Sticky Fingers – The Rolling Stones (1971)

    6. Close to the Edge – Yes (1972)

    7. The Dark Side of the Moon – Pink Floyd (1973)

    8. L.A. Woman – The Doors (1971)

    9. Surrealistic Pillow – Jefferson Airplane (1967)

  10. The Who by Numbers – The Who (1975)

  11. Help (UK) – The Beatles (1965)

  12. A1A – Jimmy Buffet (1974)

  13. Bitches Brew – Miles Davis (1970)

  14. Kind of Blue – Miles Davis (1959)

  15. Pet Sounds – The Beach Boys (1966)

  16. A Tribute to Jack Johnson – Miles Davis (1971)

  17. Pat Metheny Group (1978)

  18. A Hard Day’s Night (UK) – The Beatles (1964)

  19. Aftermath (US) – The Rolling Stones (1966)

  20. The Division Bell – Pink Floyd (1994)

  21. Heavy Weather – Weather Report (1977)

  22. Bridge Over Troubled Water – Simon & Garfunkel (1970)

  23. Sweet Baby James – James Taylor (1970)

  24. Surf’s Up – The Beach Boys (1971)

  25. Exile on Main St. – The Rolling Stones (1972)

  26. At Fillmore East – The Allman Brothers Band (1971)

  27. Born to Run – Bruce Springsteen (1975)

  28. The Hissing of Summer Lawns – Joni Mitchell (1975)

  29. The Doors (1967)

  30. Highway 61 Revisited – Bob Dylan (1965)

  31. Rust Never Sleeps – Neil Young & Crazy Horse (1979)

  32. Let It Bleed – The Rolling Stones (1969)

  33. Astral Weeks – Van Morrison (1969)

  34. (Untitled) (4th) – Led Zeppelin (1971)

  35. Teaser & the Firecat – Cat Stevens (1971)

  36. The Velvet Underground & Nico (1967)

  37. On the Road to Freedom – Alvin Lee & Mylon LeFevre (1973)

  38. Tea for the Tillerman – Cat Stevens (1970)

  39. The Complete Africa Brass Sessions – John Coltrane (1961)

  40. Holland – The Beach Boys (1973)

  41. Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs – Derek & the Dominos (1970)

  42. Heartbreaker – Free (1972)

  43. Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn, Jones, Ltd. – The Monkees (1967)

  44. Beggar’s Banquet – The Rolling Stones (1968)

  45. III – Led Zeppelin (1970)

  46. Seventh Sojourn – Moody Blues (1972)

  47. Forever Changes – Love (1967)

  48. My Favorite Things – John Coltrane (1961)

  49. Meet The Beatles – The Beatles (1964)

  50. Can’t Buy a Thrill – Steely Dan (1972)

  51. Beautiful Vision – Van Morrison (1982)

  52. Days of Future Passed – Moody Blues (1967)

  53. Setting Sons (US) – The Jam (1979)

  54. The Captain & Me – Doobie Brothers (1973)

  55. The Dream of the Blue Turtles – Sting (1985)

  56. Willy & the Poor Boys – Creedence Clearwater Revival (1969)

  57. The Way It Is – Bruce Hornsby & The Range (1986)

  58. One Fair Summer Evening – Nanci Griffith (1988)

  59. The Beatles Second Album -The Beatles (1964)

  60. Who’s Next – The Who (1971)

  61. Idlewild South – The Allman Brothers Band (1970)

  62. Beatles ’65 – The Beatles (1964)

  63. Presenting the Fabulous Ronettes featuring Veronica - The Ronettes (1964)

  64. Chuck Berry is On Top – Chuck Berry (1959)

  65. First Circle – Pat Metheny Group (1984)

  66. The Allman Brothers Band (1969)

  67. Young Americans – David Bowie (1975)

  68. The End of the Day – The Reivers (1989)*

  69. Visions of the Emerald Beyond – Mahavishnu Orchestra (1975)

  70. Will O’ The Wisp – Leon Russell (1975)

  71. 461 Ocean Boulevard – Eric Clapton (1974)

  72. Band on the Run – Paul McCartney & Wings (1973)

  73. It’s Only Rock ‘N’ Roll – The Rolling Stones (1974)

  74. Manassas – Stephen Stills & Manassas (1972)

  75. Pretzel Logic – Steely Dan (1974)

  76. Peter Gabriel (3rd/Melt) (1980)

  77. Made in Japan – Deep Purple (1973)

  78. Where Have I Known You Before – Return to Forever (1974)

  79. Green River – Creedence Clearwater Revival (1969)

  80. Making Movies – Dire Straits (1980)

  81. Rock ‘N’ Roll Animal – Lou Reed (1974)

  82. Selling England by the Pound – Genesis (1973)

  83. Heroes – David Bowie (1977)

  84. Afro Blue Impressions – John Coltrane (1963)

  85. Some Girls – The Rolling Stones (1978)

  86. Diesel & Dust – Midnight Oil (1987)

  87. Mysterious Traveler – Weather Report (1974)

  88. Blues from Big Bill’s Copacabana – Various Artists (1968)

  89. Modern Times – Jefferson Starship (1981)

  90. Blow Your Cool – Hoodoo Gurus (1987)

  91. Ram – Paul & Linda McCartney (1971)

  92. Caravanserai – Santana (1972)

  93. Odessey & Oracle – The Zombies (1968)

  94. Black Market – Weather Report (1976)

  95. Heart Like a Wheel – Linda Ronstadt (1974)

  96. 12X5 – The Rolling Stones (1964)

  97. Santana (1969)

  98. In Concert: Live at Philharmonic Hall – Miles Davis (1973)

  99. Bridge of Sighs – Robin Trower (1974)

100. Pirates – Rickie Lee Jones (1981)

101. Benefit – Jethro Tull (1970)

102. Madman Across the Water – Elton John (1971)

103. Countdown to Ecstasy – Steely Dan (1973)

104. McCartney – Paul McCartney (1970)

105. Yesterday’s Wine – Willie Nelson (1971)

106. Howlin’ Wind – Graham Parker & The Rumour (1976)

107. Voice of America – Little Steven (1984)

108. Out of Our Heads (US) – The Rolling Stones (1965)

109. Blow by Blow – Jeff Beck (1975)

110. Robbie Robertson (1987)

111. Gaucho – Steely Dan (1980)

112. Desire – Bob Dylan (1976)

113. Vol. 4 – Black Sabbath (1972)

114. Abbey Road – The Beatles (1969)

115. Aja – Steely Dan (1977)

116. Yessongs – Yes (1973)

117. Rickie Lee Jones (1979)

118. Bare Trees – Fleetwood Mac (1972)

119. Something/ Anything? – Todd Rundgren (1972)

120. After the Gold Rush – Neil Young (1970)

121. Physical Graffiti – Led Zeppelin (1975)

122. Rock ‘N’ Roll – John Lennon (1975)

123. Abraxas – Santana (1970)

124. Hard Promises – Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers (1981)

125. A New World Record – Electric Light Orchestra (1976)

126. Ghost in the Machine – The Police (1981)

127. The Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys – Traffic (1971)

128. Dreaming My Dreams – Waylon Jennings (1975)

129. We’re an American Band – Grand Funk Railroad (1973)

130. Chicago Transit Authority – Chicago (1969)

131. What’s Goin’ On – Marvin Gaye (1971)

132. Don’t Cry Now – Linda Ronstadt (1973)

133. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road – Elton John (1973)

134. Jaco – Jaco Pastorius (1976)

135. Peter Frampton (1975)

136. Prisoner in Disguise – Linda Ronstadt (1975)

137. El Mocambo 1977 – The Rolling Stones (2022)

138. Document – R.E.M. (1987)

139. Harbor – America (1977)*

140. Love’s Melodies – The Searchers (1981)*

141. Doll Revolution – Bangles (2003)*

142. Learning to Crawl – Pretenders (1984)

143. Black & Blue – The Rolling Stones (1976)

144. The Yardbirds (Roger the Engineer) (1966)*

145. Lifes Rich Pageant – R.E.M. (1986)*

146. America (1971)*

147. Wildflowers – Tom Petty (1994)*

148. Aladdin Sane – David Bowie (1973)

149. Dusty in Memphis – Dusty Springfield (1969)

150. Everything – Bangles (1988)*

151. That’s Why God Made the Radio – The Beach Boys (2012)

152. Stephen Stills (1970)*

153. On the Border – Eagles (1974)

154. Baron Von Tollbooth & The Chrome Nun – Kantner, Slick & Freiberg (1973)

155. The Pretender – Jackson Browne (1976)

156. Under the Big Black Sun – X (1982)*

157. Stand Up – Jethro Tull (1969)

158. Let Me Up (I’ve Had Enough) – Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers (1987)*

159. London Calling – The Clash (1979)*

160. Live at The Star Club – The Beatles (1977)

161. The Joshua Tree – U2 (1987)

162. Eat to The Beat – Blondie (1979)*

163. One of These Nights – Eagles (1975)*

164. Scarecrow – John Mellencamp (1985)*

165. Live – Bob Marley & The Wailers (1975)

166. Tattoo – Rory Gallagher (1973)

167. Orange Crate Art – Brian Wilson & Van Dyke Parks (1995)

168. Damn the Torpedoes – Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers (1979)*

169. Hard Again – Muddy Waters (1977)

170. Valley Hi – Ian Matthews (1973)

171. In the Court of the Crimson King – King Crimson (1969)

172. One Live Badger – Badger (1972)

173. Automatic for the People – R.E.M. (1991)*

174. Trilogy – Emerson, Lake & Palmer (1972)

175. Sunflower – The Beach Boys (1970)

176. 80/81 – Pat Metheny (1980)

177. Moving Pictures – Rush (1981)

178. Blue and Lonesome – The Rolling Stones (2016)

179. You Broke My Heart So I Busted Your Jaw – Spooky Tooth (1972)

180. Quadrophenia – The Who (1973)

181. Go for Your Guns – Isley Brothers (1977)

182. Hearts of Stone – Southside Johnny & The Asbury Jukes (1978)

183. Get Happy! – Elvis Costello & The Attractions (1980)*

184. Long After Dark – Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers (1982)*

185. Master of Reality – Black Sabbath (1971)

186. Led Zeppelin (1969)

187. Sign O’ The Times – Prince (1987)

188. Ambient 1: Music for Airports – Brian Eno (1978)

189. Liars – Todd Rundgren (2004)*

190. Electric Ladyland – Jimi Hendrix Experience (1968)

191. Blonde on Blonde – Bob Dylan (1966)

192. Tattoo You – The Rolling Stones (1981)*

193. My Generation – The Who (1965)*

194. Going For The One – Yes (1977)*

195. The Tortured Poets Society: The Anthology – Taylor Swift (2024)*

196. Bloodletting – Concrete Blonde (1990)*

197. Fear of Music – Talking Heads (1979)*

198. English Settlement – XTC (1982)*

199. Brain Salad Surgery – Emerson, Lake & Palmer (1973)

200. Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s The Sex Pistols – Sex Pistols (1977)

[fe4remake]

thank you for the finn song, i love it and you are so correct. i am on ch 24x of my blind fe5 playthrough right now and i already know when i finish i'm gonna miss these two games more than i'll ever miss anything else in my entire life. pleeease will you share any other fe4 or 5 character songs?

AHHHHH i'm so glad you thought so :) the jugdral games are SO fun (& the most recent fe games i've finished as well, i'm also going to miss them so much </3). and YES here are some other songs i strongly associate with some characters:

emerald star - lord huron — sigurd and deirdre

the weight - amigo the devil — shannan (specifically his time with deirdre in gen1/ dedication to protecting seliph in gen2. i am SO normal about him)

a leader on losing control ‐ corb lund — eldigan

horse soldier, horse soldier - corb lund — quan

boys - bryan john appleby — leif

... and then a lot of rock. but. i'll list a few:

sole survivor - blue öyster cult — lewyn

my rival - steely dan — sigurd

twilight - electric light orchestra — sigurd (tbh almost their entire discography gives sigurd to me)

[godlizzza]

I would love to see a teen danbert with them fucking rough for the first time?? I’ve been rereading chapter 45 and it makes me giddy!! Tyyy

With both of his parents away, visiting his aunt, Dan had the house to himself for the night. So, of course, he invited Herbert over.

It was rare that they got the opportunity to have sex in an actual bed. Dan was paranoid about his parents hearing anything, and he was pretty sure if he even tried to hold Herbert's hand in the West mansion, a hidden lazer would sprout out of the wall and zap his face off. This left them with mostly fooling around in Dan's car, or in the tent when they could go camping for a night. Both of these set-ups had limitations--being either cramped, lumpy, or both--so when the opportunity arose for Dan to lay Herbert out on his back on the mattress and leisurely fuck him, he took it.

"Ah- Dan," Herbert gasped into his ear as Dan snapped his hips into the back of his thighs.

Dan rumbled some kind of purring noise in the back on his throat, kissing along the side of Herbert's neck as he fucked him languorously. Dan loved him like this, wilting and soft beneath him. He hadn't stripped Herbert of all his clothes before he'd pushed him back to lie against the pillows, so Herbert still had his woolen socks on, and his shirt unbuttoned and peeled open, but his arms still looped through the sleeves.

Dan had one hand tangled with Herbert's above his head on the mattress, the other gripping Herbert's outer thigh, fingers digging into the soft skin. He was warm all over, a pleasant thrum pulsing through him. Rain dappled softly against the window and Herbert's knees were pressing into his sides, urging him on. He couldn't imagine a better place to be.

"Dan," Herbert moaned, turning his head to breathe right into Dan's ear.

"Yeah?" Dan asked, low and husky.

It was a moment before Herbert replied. Dan felt him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing beneath Dan's lips. "Would you...do it harder?"

The words brought Dan's movements to a grinding halt. He pushed himself up on his elbows so he could look down at Herbert's flustered face.

"You...What?" Dan said dumbly, his brain feeling like it was lagging behind the rest of him.

Herbert pressed his lips together into a thin, determined line, at odds with how bright red his face was. "I want you to- to fuck me harder. This is nice but I want. More."

The noise that issued from Dan's mouth wasn't a sound he'd ever heard himself make. It was some kind of choked squeaking noise that Herbert didn't even blink at. As Herbert's words sank in, he felt himself grow impossibly harder. Would his brain--or dick for that matter--explode if he got any more turned on?

"You want that?" Dan asked raggedly, groping all along the side of Herbert's body.

"Yes," Herbert said resolutely. His steely gaze finally broke away from Dan's to glance off to the side. "And I want you to hold me down."

Dan instantly grabbed Herbert's other hand from where it was gripping his shoulder and pinned it to the mattress above his head. Herbert's eyes flashed back to his, desire written plainly in his smoldering pupils.

"You're great," Dan told him, beginning to thrust again. "The absolute best boyfriend a guy could ask for."

"I'm glad you- ah!- finally see that," Herbert breathed, his eyes fluttering shut as Dan quickly built his pace up to a hammering speed.

He fell into it easier than he'd thought, Herbert's little cries of pleasure spurring him on. He squeezed Herbert's wrists as he pounded into him, the vigourous roll of his hips getting the mattress squeaking and the bedframe shuddering. At first Herbert spread his legs wider, but then he looped them around Dan's waist to squeeze at him and pull him closer. Dan nearly lost it right then and there at the press of Herbert's socked heel into the small of his back. But he held it together, determined to make this last as long as possible.

That, however, was proving to be a challenge. With Herbert arching off the bed in an attempt to grind his cock against Dan's stomach, and the sharp moans he was panting into Dan's ear, Dan felt his own pleasure quickly mounting. Normally, he would ease the speed of his thrusting, simply grinding his cock into Herbert's ass in shallow circles while his heartbeat slowed to an acceptable pace. Herbert would grow frustrated at this, claiming Dan was teasing him, edging him up to the brink of his orgasm, only to pull him back at the last second. Dan just liked to take his time when he had Herbert wrapped around his cock.

This time, though, he didn't slow down. Herbert had asked him to fuck him hard, so Dan was going to fuck him hard. He let go of his inhibitions as he pounded Herbert's ass, deep grunts pulled from the pit of his chest, mingling with the sound of their skin slapping together. Herbert's mouth fell open, shaped around the moans gasping in and out of him with every snap of Dan's hips. His eyes rolled back in his head as Dan angled his thrusts, trying to find that sweet spot inside him. When Herbert let out a cry and lurched against his grip, Dan knew he'd found it.

"Danny," Herbert breathed out. "That's so good. Please, don't stop, please, please. Ah! Touch me. Danny, touch me. I need you, please."

He was babbling, the words spilling out of him in one breathless torrent. It did things to Dan's head to hear Herbert begging like that, begging for Dan to touch him, to keep fucking him. He'd have enough material in the spank bank for the rest of his god damn life.

"Fuck, Herbert," he groaned, releasing one of Herbert's wrists to reach between them and grasp his cock.

It only took a few pumps of his hind before Herbert was spilling over his fingers with a ragged cry. His legs tightened around Dan's hips before unravelling and collapsing down on the sheets. He laid there, boneless, as Dan buried his face into the sweaty crook of his neck and fucked him at an animal pace. Herbert mewled pathetically into his ear, which tore a growl out of Dan.

"Beg for it," Dan barked, threading his fingers through Herbert's hair and gripping hard. Herbert gasped at the sharp tug and Dan ground into him deeper. "Beg for me to come in you."

"Come in me," Herbert instantly jabbered. "Oh, Danny. Do it, come in me."

"Tell me you want it," Dan growled. He was out of his mind. Whatever tether had been holding him to sanity had snapped with Herbert's writhing beneath him.

"I want it!" Herbert sounded close to tears. "I want to feel you inside me. I want it so bad. Please, Danny."

"Tell me you love me," Dan choked out.

"I love you," Herbert whispered, his lips touching Dan's ear. "I love you so much."

Dan buried himself to the hilt and came with a strangled groan. He was gripping Herbert's hand so tight, he worried for a moment he'd squeeze his bones to a fine powder. Herbert was quiet as Dan spilled himself inside of him, the waves of pleasure pulsing over him so intense he almost blacked out for a second. When he was done he slowly lifted himself up on his hands and knees, his spent cock slipping out of Herbert's abused hole.

When he lifted his face up from Herbert's neck, he was shocked to see Herbert was crying. Tears slipped down his cheeks, and he was gnawing on his lip to hold back the hiccups wracking him. How had Dan not noticed? Had he really been so lost to his own desires that he hadn't felt Herbert breaking down under him? His grip slackened at the sight and Herbert immediately slapped his hands over his face, hiding from view.

"Herbert! Oh my god," Dan wheezed in a panic, bringing his hands up to flutter uselessly around Herbert's face. "Are you okay?"

Dan was horrified with himself. He'd taken it too far and now Herbert was upset and ashamed. He'd never forgive himself if he'd hurt him.

"I'm so sorry," Dan babbled, stroking Herbert's hair and kissing at whatever patch of skin he could reach, his chin, his forehead, his jaw. He peppered kisses like they were Band-Aids, tenderly laying them over the wounds he'd left. "Herbert, please. I'm sorry. I didn't realise. I-"

"It's okay," Herbert croaked. He slowly pulled his hands away and blinked up at Dan. Without his glasses and his eyes red and wet, he looked so open and vulnerable. "Don't be sorry. I- I liked it. I just...didn't expect it to be so much."

"I'm sorry," Dan said again anyway, still shaky with fear. "I should've taken it slower."

"That's kind of the opposite of what I asked for, though," Herbert replied with a watery smile.

Dan surged down to kiss that smile, soft and gentle. Herbert took a moment before he kissed him back, laughing softly as Dan moved to kiss his cheeks, over the trail of his tears. He stroked his fingers through Dan's hair, pushing through his sweaty locks to scratch lightly at his scalp. Dan shivered at the touch, humming against the skin of Herbert's jaw.

They were silent for a few minutes before Herbert said, "We should probably wash up. I feel gross."

Under the spray of the shower, Dan lathered Herbert in soap, gently caressing his skin and washing away the sweat and come. Herbert, who normally would've rolled his eyes at such treatment, quietly let Dan do it, keeping his arms locked around Dan's neck the entire time. Once they were clean and dressed, Dan changed the sheets, and they crawled back into bed. Dan held Herbert close under the covers, nosing at his forehead and pressing kisses into his hair.

"Dan," Herbert chuckled sleepily. "You can stop now. You don't have to treat me like I'm made of glass. In fact, I'd appreciate it if we never spoke of that again."

"'M not stopping," Dan said against Herbert's hair. He wound his arms around Herbert and held him tight. "'M never gonna stop."

Herbert sighed but didn't fight him further. He just burrowed into Dan's arms, nuzzling against his chest, and laid still. They were silent after that, the only sound in the room their deep, even breaths and the rain pattering against the window. Dan stayed awake until he was sure Herbert was asleep. Only then did he allow himself to drift off, holding Herbert close.

[tomboyjessie13]

Sorry for not posting this sooner, I started my time of the month on my birthday and me and dad had a hard time starting my new phone up for 4 hours, so everyone's been kind of tired today because of it.

Anyways, here are this year's gifts

The aforementioned phone, I didn't ask for it but Dad insisted

A pair of pajamas consisting of star pattern pants and a "One Piece" t-shirt with Devil Fruit on it

A Steely Dan record that I wanted so badly

And a Tie dye kit mom got for me

We have two snafus with my gifts though, one is that dad got me another "Queen's greatest hits" album even though I already had one, he forgot I had it.

The second one is that "My Melody squishmallow"... I know what you were thinking and yes I am aware of the controversy, BUT I didn't ask for it. My little sister wanted to surprise me with a "My Melody Nendoroid" for me and sent a link to Dad, but he couldn't get that because he was strapped for cash during that time.

So he(with mom's help) got me a squishmallow instead because it's cheaper.... please don't attack my family, they didn't know.

[robertdowneyjjr]

In recent years, Tony has taken using the Robert Pattinson interview technique ie: lying about answers because he’s bored. Fav movie? Footloose. Fav food? Spaghetti. Fav band? Steely Dan

Again, non of these are true and he changes the answer so often people catch on he’s lying, which wasn’t a problem until he got a new set of friends that want to get him a birthday present and if they google anything about him the get…conflicting info. And asking him about what he wants makes him go all awwww no need i don’t need presents. Which is unhelpful

Unfortunately Steve is still too new to the future to catch the issue and give Tony some very thoughtful gifts based off his recent answers and Tony smiles and says he loves them and oops he’s committed

(Also please picture Steve planning a first date with Tony with them watching Footloose and eating spaghetti while listening to Steely Dan. And Tony did not hate any of them but they weren’t his actual fav but now they might be???)

And Steve does find out the problem on his own but makes Tony continue to pretend he enjoys his fake favs until he confesses lol

LMAO oh my god yes absolutely all of this.

to be fair, tony had never really given the press real answers whenever he was asked things that were too personal, even back in his younger days. he was already in the spotlight enough, he didn’t need the whole world to know every single thing about him. but he always had the same scripted answers just for consistency’s sake, and he always had some bullshit reason to explain it all. favorite food? new york pizza (because new york will always be home). favorite movie? the godfather part ii (because it reminds him of his mother’s stories about immigrating to america, and he doesn’t get to visit his grandparents nearly enough). favorite band? abba (who doesn’t like dancing queen?)

but after he comes back from afghanistan, after the ultimate wake up call, he just can’t be bothered with keeping the press happy anymore. he still doesn’t much care for letting people know too much about him, but he also doesn’t put too much effort into appeasing the press because he has other things to worry about. so the next time he gives an interview and the reporter asks him one of these inane questions, he tells her his favorite band is steely dan. then twitter goes wild. his ultra fans pull up the receipts from his past decade of interviews and calls him out on it. “i thought it was abba??” someone tweets, and it gets thousands of retweets. tony replies simply with, people change ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

from then on he makes it a point to give a different answer every single time he gets asked something personal. in 2008 his favorite band was steely dan. he was paramore’s biggest fan in 2009. in 2010 he became the world’s first and most famous directioner. 2011 rolled around and he told some random reporter on a red carpet that he only ever listened to duran duran. then in 2012 he wore a black sabbath t-shirt and everyone figured out that was his “favorite” of the year.

then he meets steve. sweet, wonderful, thoughtful steve, who has finally built up the courage after four years of friendship and asked tony out. steve, who wants nothing more than to impress tony and show him that he pays attention and wants to make this work. although tony had told steve early on that he should never trust what he reads on the internet, steve is adamant about planning the perfect first date. he wants a second date. and a third. and a fourth. you get the point. he needs tony to know he’s serious about building a relationship together.

so he googles. he bypasses all the opinion pieces and the articles that are clearly from gossip rags or less-than-credible news sources. but he figures official interviews that tony gives should be fair game, right? and man, does steve find out a lot about tony and the things he likes. he figures out quickly what he should cook for dinner: singaporean chilli crab (people magazine circa 2009). he sets the table with the loveliest carnations he could find (reddit ama circa 2014). he queues up footloose to play on the tv while they eat a homemade chocolate soufflé (vanity fair circa 2011 and tonight show circa 2015). steve’s done the research. he knows tony will be happy he’s put so much effort into this night.

and tony, well. he doesn’t hate all of those things but they were never really his favorites. his real favorites? his mama’s carbonara. ac/dc. back to the future. sunflowers. but he doesn’t want to burst steve’s bubble. none of that matters, anyway, when he gets to spend time with his ultimate favorite person.

(steve finally figures it out when rhodey comes to visit one day with a box of tiramisu from the hole-in-the-wall he and tony used to go to in boston and tony lights up in a way that he’s never done when eating steve’s chocolate soufflé. he still keeps making the soufflé though, just to see if tony would ever confess)

[audio-luddite]

discs of two types.

After my normal warm up of 2 hours I played a few special discs.

First I did a TELARC CD of Music by Ferde Grofe'. He did a lot of arranging with George Gershwin. He also did his own stuff including one of my favorites "The Grand Canyon Suite".

TELARC CDs are very good. End to end digital recordings. They also brag that there is no equalization or compression on the CD, and no transformers in the line. Yes they are audiophile grade. My Carmina Burana is also a TELARC CD. They pioneered full digital recording long ago for LPs if you can believe it. They liked to show off.

One aspect of the technical showing off on the G.C. Suite is a digital recording of real thunder. There is a storm sequence in the suite. There are warnings about possible damage to equipment if played too loud. It is an alternate take on the usual symphony orchestra big drum used when real thunder is not available.

Cute warning label there.

Interesting that the ARC tube amp ran out of power for that big boom.

The big drum cut on track 10 was really good and deep and very convincing. When I played the real thunder alternative on track 12 it wimped out. Just not enough horsepower. The Franken-amp likes this cut.

Overall though it was a really good listen. Great image and sound stage and wonderful presentation of the timbre of instruments.

Of course the TELARC label is defunct now, but there are copies floating around. Worth getting.

I next played a couple of Steely Dan LPs. Black discs on the TT. First was Aja. The sound is 100% studio magic. It had great clarity and one track sounded better than I remembered it ever sounding. Side 2 track 1, "Peg". For the very first time I could hear the name "Peg" clearly pronounced. Usually it is lost in a complex mix of lead and background singers and some other stuff.

It may be a combination of fresh vacuum tubes and the microline stylus mounted on the AT7. Or it may just be the sharper stylus. I call it as just better.

Next up my recent purchase of "Gaucho". It is supposed to be a special audiophile pressing by the original label. I bought it from a fairly reliable vintage LP shop. It is clean and has good sound but is not a heavy LP like the Aja disc. Sounded very nice.

Steely Dan is notorious for Jazz influenced Pop/Rock, or is it rock influence Jazz? They are totally obsessed with sound and effects and spent many extra hours in the studio to get exactly what they were looking for. And of course they used lots of hard drugs. It was the 70s.

Since they were so obsessive the complexity of their records cannot be overstated. So for people obsessed with listening it is perfect.

I had to shut it down as the wife and I had to get out of the house. The weather has been epic. Wind and rain and all that. Get outside while you can. I also had to rake the leaves in the back yard. So no more tunes.

Wet leaves are hard to pick up you know.

[breezingby]

Pretzel Logic ~ Steely Dan

I would love to tour the Southland In a traveling minstrel show Yes I'd love to tour the Southland In a traveling minstrel show

Yes, I'm dying to be a star and make them laugh Sound just like a record on the phonograph Those days are gone forever Over a long time ago, oh yeah

I have never met Napoleon But I plan to find the time I have never met Napoleon But I plan to find the time, yes I do

'Cause he looks so fine upon that hill They tell me he was lonely, he's lonely still Those days are gone forever Over a long time ago, oh yeah

~ ♫♪♫ ~

I stepped up on the platform The man gave me the news He said, you must be joking son Where did you get those shoes? Where did you get those shoes?

Well, I've seen 'em on the TV, the movie show They say the times are changing but I just don't know These things are gone forever Over a long time ago, oh yeah

~ ♫♪♫ ~

Oh yeah...Hey, Hey !!!

~ ♫♪♫ ~

[torawro]

DAN HIROKI WITH SEX TOYS.

LINA !!!!!! *shakes you violently and then kisses you excessively* baby....sweetums....i am so so SOOO INFINITELY SAWRY that i have not gotten to this ask any sooner than now, it's been over two weeks and i just feel plain awful about it :(( the last few weeks have been busier in school finals are approaching but im here now !! i hate giving half-assed replies so yeah :') can't wait to see u add this to ur dan hiroki master list <3 let's get into this tho :) DAN HIROKI SUPREMACY !!! @touyyes we back on our shit again heheheheee

okay so! dan hiroki with sex toys is one of those things you wouldn't expect to see in your relationship. i mean, he is just so so good at pleasing you already, the rotation between his mouth, fingers and cock made you feel like you were ascending. so of course you would have never expected him to invest in a little 'assistance'.

dan was very secure in himself, and even more so now that he shared his apartment, as well as his heart and soul with you, so his pride was never wounded, or his ego prodded at when the thoughts of getting a few toys for you to play with crossed his mind every now and again. dan loved you, so much, but he loved the way your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and the way you'd drool as you called out his name like a prayer even more. a pretty little angel like you should be able to get a taste of heaven too right? not just common mortals like him. that's what hiroki believed, and that's certainly how he felt when you squeezed and clamped around his cock when you came, or taste the sweet nectar that dripped from your budding flower whenever he sucked on your clit like a pacifier.

and after serving a despicable man a cold plate of chilling justice, his clothes tattered in blood stains, he had done some research online and this only confirmed and unearthed one his deepest desires regarding you: he wanted to see his pretty angel completely come undone without him even touching you.

and the perfect opportunity arose when he-- as trivial as it may sound-- caught you talking negatively about yourself. dan is one of those men that get truly offended when their partner says something about themselves, like their physical features, their personality, the way they think or feel, literally anything. he hardly expresses that much emotion but little did you know, you had spelled your own doom for your poor little cunt.

this leads to the present, where he softly commanded you to spread your legs as wide as you could and keep them open, lest you wanted to be punished further (his words shouldn't have made your pussy pulsate but it did). you're not even sure how much time has passed but you knew it had to be at least 20 minutes that you've held the blue vibrator against your pussy, not daring to move your arm even an inch, because your beloved hiroki was watching you-- intensely at that, his cock straining against his pants, practically trying to push its way free. but his face remained steely with a mask like calmness, a subtle smile permanently etched on his perfect lips. the way his gaze never left yours sent a chill down your spine.

he had gotten one of those bluetooth vibrators that you could control remotely and man, did he have a ball with that, at the expense of dangling the sweet feeling of orgasming in front of your nose, just to yank it away again at the last minute. he'd also had you repeat the same sentence over and over: i'm the prettiest girl in the world, because yes, all of this stemmed from you talking negatively about yourself, and it genuinely confused him because he never saw you in a negative light; not now and probably not ever. and whenever your words faltered or became a little too jumbled (or he just wanted to tease you, he's a kinky bastard man for that) he'd turn up the intensity to its max, making you arch your back and scream out the words loud and clear, just how he liked, or turn it down to its lowest when you were so focused on cumming you didn't bother putting forth any effort. it went on like this for what felt like ages, and he only stopped because the aching in his pants was becoming a little irritating and made his eye twitch.

you were just on the verge of cumming again, before he completely turned off the toy, gingerly taking it from your hands and tossed it somewhere on the bed. slipping off his pants and boxers in one swift motion, he wordlessly climbed on top of you and pushed your trembling legs all the way back to your chest, so your twitchy, puffy, glistening clit was on full display (as if it wasn't before). putting all of his weight on top of you to kiss your tears away, you hissed and felt your body shake when his shaft rubbed against your cunt. you were so sensitive, hiroki could have came right there just from seeing you underneath him like this. "my sweet girl, you performed wonderfully for me, did so good."

his praise dragged a pathetic whine, needy mewl from the back of your throat. "i'm your good girl hiro!! p-promise i am!!! i am!!" the dark haired man stared at you in awe. his 'persuasion' had worked. after he was done with you, he was definitely going to order a bulk of more playthings to try out on you.

"i know you are angel, i know you are. and now i'll give you your reward now."

[teababe27]

Give Me Some Rope, I'm Coming Loose

Kinktober prompt list by @josiebelladonna / @feverinfeveroutfic

Prompt(s):

Paradise Day 7: Shibari

A couple IRL stories tonight. Somewhat as a stop-gap while I figure out my fic writing process, somewhat to remember some kinky times with people over the years, somewhat to parse out some thoughts, somewhat to feel like I'm actually contributing.

Yes, I know this is late, but *shrugs*. Work and life.

These IRL stories will be partly stream-of-consciousness, partly thought-out.

Will also supply a pic or two when possible for these.

Rope in general is something I'm still figuring out how I feel about.

My experiences with it have been largely good, but I'm still figuring it out (maybe overthinking and over-rationalizing, but still). I find that when I really liked it, it wasn't me giving up control or anything like that. Honestly, the furthest I'd go in that respect was having my hands tied behind my back. A lot of it was people putting me in a rope harness and doing the usual sensation/sensual stuff that I like; touching, caressing, kissing if I knew them well enough, using any floggers or implements either of us would have, etc. I feel like part of it could be just another form of sensation play, which is something I hadn't even thought of until I had joined Fetlife and expanded my horizons through meeting people, learning, and going to kinky play spaces. But then I also feel like I may not need it because sensation can happen without it? I don't know.

The harnesses themselves often looked really pretty too. I remember a couple times during kinky photoshoots (maybe a topic for another prompt?) that someone put a harness on me and sometimes one of the only poses I could think to do was put my thumbs in a couple of the loops near my upper body like I was popping a collar.

There are two times in particular that I remember indulging in this kink and really coming away like I'd experienced something.

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2014. My last year of college. It was my second time at this kink club near my school. It was a spacious top floor of what I think was a converted warehouse, with many rooms and alcoves. It was sex-positive; people could have sex in there (though I chose not to, I had heard people do such a few times there), many supplies were provided; semi-private, private (with some themed rooms), and public spaces were there.

L, a much older (I'm guessing 40s or 50s) friend of the friend who took me there the month prior for my first time there, and I talked about doing a scene. When I went there the month prior, he had put me in a rope harness and touched and flogged me all over. I remember liking it and how it felt, so I asked if we could do that again.

We went to a back corner of the place. Red walls on 3 sides, a spanking bench (sometimes a massage table was there too, it depended), a Sybian in the corner, there might have been a cross too, I don't remember for sure, some more hardcore things. One of the walls had rings to hook chains into, but we didn't use those. I just stood against the wall as he put the rope harness on me. I don't even remember the design, I just remember it looking really pretty. I remember it going up and down my body, around my hips, between my breasts, and one part between my legs, grazing my clit a couple times in the process. He touched me all over, caressed my shoulders, back, hips, and chest.

At one point, he pulled part of the rope that rested by my hips, rubbing against my clit. It took me by surprise. I started to overthink. My hips started to reflexively buck. I tried to put my thoughts aside just for this one time. He kept pulling, I started to rise. He soon had to use his finger, as the rope had become slack and the harness had become lopsided. The overthinking started again; I had originally/always planned to save being touched down there by a significant other or at-the-time crush. But I also felt like I had come too far to stop now, and it felt so good. I was so close. Before I knew it, I had reached the edge and fallen over.

I admittedly cried a bit after I came, and had to sit down in a nearby corner (it was also close to the end of the club's hours) and process everything. Wondering if I was too easy, or a hypocrite for telling myself to wait but then letting someone I had only met once prior do something like this to me, if I should have even let him do that to me when I wasn't even sure at first, but it also felt good so why am I feeling like this and what am I feeling, etc.

Definitely quite an experience. If I remember correctly, this was done to me at one other point,

I also find it interesting that one of the things I remember the most about that night and the aftermath was that they had some classic rock (Steely Dan is what I remember the most) playing at one point in the club. So as I was coming down and L was packing up his stuff (which makes me realize in retrospect I should have asked for him to cuddle me or something for better aftercare, I guess I was still figuring that out too), "Do It Again" and "Hey Nineteen" and other songs like that were playing, and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

L: Good song.

Me: Yeah. Seems a bit strange, but I'm not complaining.

TBH it's times like these and with other older friends/acquaintances I met in kink clubs that I think of whenever I hear "Hey Nineteen", lol.

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This past March. Dungeons and Geekdoms, Saturday night. C (Boyfriend #2) and I were both done with our activities, panels, and scenes/playtime with other people, and we had planned to do a scene together. We hadn't had time alone together in a few months, so I was super excited. C had gone up to his hotel room to get some of the rope he brought for other scenes; I had mentioned I had wanted to try it since it had been a while.

When we got to the dungeon area, we found that it was full. We did not know how long it would be before a space opened up (there was unfortunately only one dungeon space, unlike the last D&G in 2019, where there were two), so we decided to go up to my hotel room for our alone time. I was almost afraid to suggest it, but C beat me to it.

I was still in my Taarna (from the movie Heavy Metal) costume as we walked up to my hotel room, talking about a couple random things. C told me about that one South Park episode that referenced Heavy Metal (which he would eventually show part of to me a few months later). When we got there, he took some pictures of me in my cosplay, which looked amazing. I always feel like a badass and so sexy in that cosplay. After that, most of the costume came off, and I was wearing just thigh-high stockings and my bikini bottoms.

He showed me the rope: cotton and fire-engine red. It felt soft on my skin as he tied the harness around my chest, under and around each breast, moved the rope around my back and shoulders.

He then pulled me close, and we began making out.

"I've missed this," I said in between kisses. "I've missed this so much. I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too," C said in return.

We kissed and cuddled, he touched me all over with his hands and one of my soft floggers, he used some leftover rope on the harness to touch me all over my chest and wherever he could reach, it felt nice. I honestly didn't even feel it at times when we were cuddling and rolling in the sheets, it was so soft. It was just a nice sensation. And being around someone I love while doing it just made it even better.

Before he took the harness off and we moved on to aftercare (we just talked about whatever, relationships, feelings, what we've been up to, etc.; I admittedly got emotional and feelsy), he took a few more pictures of me, which I still have saved to this day. It was a pretty nice time, and a nice last scene of the weekend.

[stealthrockdamage]

theres an error where ur blog sometimes duplicates what you post

i just had to go through three full dashboard pages of only that one reblog about steely dan mentioning food godspeed

i've seen the error where blogs duplicate posts yes but i must tell you the truth anon even if it makes you think less of me. i reblogged that thirty times in a row on purpose

[purlturtle]

Soft prompts: 30 is all I really want in this world but 17 makes me sigh because so soft. Bering and Wells obviously. They deserve it.

Let's see if we can't do both! (Here's the prompt list, if anyone else wants to!)

17. fixing the other persons clothes absentmindedly or like tucking their hair behind their ear U KNOW WHAT I MEAN THAT SOFT STUFF

30. ‘this is my husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner etc.’

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"Myka, are you absolutely sure of this?"

Myka caught a pair of hands that were fiddling with a starched shirt collar, and smiled at their owner. "Ten years, and I've never seen you this flustered. You look stunning, you told me that I look stunning, let's go and stun them, yeah?"

Helena bit her lip and looked aside, not moving a muscle to get out of the car.

"Hey," Myka said softly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Helena protested, not very convincingly in Myka's point of view. "I just..."

"Nervous what they're gonna think?" When Helena simply pursed her lips, Myka shifted in her seat to look at her more squarely. "Helena, they're just old classmates of mine. Who cares what they think?"

"You said you wanted to blow them out of the water!" Helena protested. "They obviously mean something to you, otherwise why bother?"

A hand came up to weave through perfect hair; Myka caught it and squeezed it, feeling the slender band around one finger digging into her palm as she did so. "You mean something to me," she said intently. "So yeah, maybe I want to show you off to everyone who thought that Bering the Bookworm would die alone and unloved, but that's because you are an amazing catch more than because I want them to eat their hearts out." She hesitated, then added, "I mean I do want them to eat their hearts out, but that's secondary. And if it makes you this anxious-" Then it hit her. "Is this about how public this is?"

Helena looked down at their now-entwined hands, running her forefinger over Myka's wedding band. "It was unheard of," she said quietly. "In my day. Behind closed doors, certainly; everyone was getting up to all kinds of things dans le boudoir." She bit her lip and looked out of the car's passenger window to the brightly lit hotel entrance. "But to come right out and say it? Certain social death. Worse than that, for some," she added darkly.

"Oscar Wilde," Myka nodded.

"And plenty of others." Helena sighed. "I am sorry, Myka - I truly thought I would be able to approach this with more fortitude."

"Hey, don't worry. We don't have to do this. We can turn this car around and go right back to our hotel."

She could see Helena's jaw jut forward sharply, then Helena turned back to look at her with steely eyes. "No. No, I am too... too proud of you, of us, of the fact that we are finally allowed to marry. I just have to overcome my-" Suddenly, she laughed - only the once, and still very tense, but it was laughter. "Jitters," she explained, "more than even on our wedding day." The smile she gave Myka was fond.

When she tugged a hand free, Myka let her; it came up to adjust the shoulder seam of Myka's vest, then brushed some lint (present or imaginary, Myka didn't care) off her shoulder. Eyes glinting mischievously, she leaned forward; Myka leaned in too, certain that a little bit of kissing would lift their spirits.

Helena swerved at the last moment, though, and Myka had no time to protest before a perfect imprint of two lipsticked lips adorned the perfect white of her shirt.

Helena looked up at her and smirked. "Let's slay them."

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Okay, I'm gonna stop it here and leave the "And this is Helena, my wife" implied. But you better believe that that is what Myka is gonna say, every chance she gets, a dozen times at least that night. And yes, they're both wearing collared shirts and vests - sharp and stylish as all get-out, of course.

Thanks for the prompt! I hope you like the result! 💜