#scrobble

[maritizando]

pessoal do twitter eu quero achar minha bolha onde a gente postava semaninha das músicas ficávamos scrobblando o dia inteiro e postava fotinho de cachorros fofos🛐🛐🛐😭😭😭😭☠️☠️☠️☠️👏

[psychdlcbrkfst]

[soapdispensersalesman]

About a month ago I cancelled my Apple Music subscription as my library was taking up gigabytes worth of space on my phone that unlike Android phones, you sadly cannot remove manually like that (even now it's taking up space) So I decided to get TIDAL again to see of things got better on the app throughout the past three years (spoilers: not much)

Let me start off though with the feature that makes TIDAL stand out to this day: The audio quality! The music sounds so good in TIDAL, even my own poorly mastered album that I hadn't listened to through TIDAL yet sounds so good, it made me hear sounds I hadn't heard before!

What my issues were with TIDAL back then that still haven't changed, is only partially their own fault, I'm referring to the music industry's unpopular issue that is metadata management. Although TIDAL is ahead of time listing all the personnel credits on releases, a lot of actual releases aren't actually available or only as specific versions such as the Vinyl version or 20XX Remaster. There are also plenty of releases unavailable as a whole (This is more of a distribution issue than a streaming issue, I cannot stress enough that if you decide to upload your music to streaming services, that you should upload your music to any platform, even the niche ones from small parts in Africa/Asia, you just never know)

Apple Music occasionally had this issue as well, but artists with the same name are often listed under the same profile together which is confusing when you go through their releases as it's sometimes difficult to distinguish.

And this is more of a me issue but as last.fm user, I like being able to properly scrobble releases. Apple Music had this issue where it would scrobble collabs as Artist Name & Artist Name. TIDAL has done the same, but scrobbles the collabs as Artist Name, Artist Name.

But I'm having a good experience with the music that is available :U

[mysticwine]

What playing bass does to somebody

[cringepoop]

daily scrobble count compared to my mood for summer. made in excel

[tom2tec]

foo_listenbrainz ~ Submit Listens To ListenBrainz

Status: alpha. [+] submits listens while online [+] provides UI to configure user name and token [-] no checks for online status, no exception handling [-] no caching of the listens history while offline [-] configurable server url [-] no separate thread for network requestsgitlab.com/ykBuilds/foo_listenbrainz

[iesserafim]

random bios

eu quero mais é que a vida acadêmica e o trabalho se fodam nois so quer saber de scrobblar e avaliar filme

são joão como vc se sente em saber que é a melhor data comemorativa do ano?

e vcs esquecem de tentar combater o maior demonio do brasil que é o flamengo

nois trupica mas nao cai (vasco da gama be like

lula ou bolsonaro? lee heeseung .

[steelsuit]

sketch batch. trying to figure out how to draw solas

[faineant-girl]

finally posting the finished edition here, all 10 of my tptm ocs are completed...!!!

i will post all 10 designs here when i get home do they're in higher quality, but..!!! im glad to see them all finished :)

[toskarin]

Legitimate question, how do you think the decline of 4chan as a cultural force given how influential its music boards were has affected online music conversation?

people mostly just have those conversations elsewhere these days. I think it might have affected online musical conversation if it declined... 15 years ago, maybe

but even that's giving it a little too much credit, because while a lot of online music discussion did show up on /mu/, that's ignoring that people were doing very similar stuff before and after it, just on other sites (rym and discogs are still going pretty strong, not to mention what bandcamp's collections do for music exploration)

I'd say there's a more significant impact left by the decline of dedicated scrobbling communities like last.fm, along with the rise of personally-tuned music recommendation algorithms

[bethecliche]

𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

vincent renzi x f!original character

summary: after seeing her for the first time, he just fell (deeply) in love.

content: female reader (no description of genitalia), mention of sex, mention of stretch marks, description of hair and eye color (but not texture or skin color), french laws and locations being misinterpreted, use of tv shows and books I didn't watch or read, non canon, third person pov.

authors's note: english is not my first langague! I wrote this in portuguese and then translated to english myself, there's a chance you'll find an error or something so don't be rude about it. I highly recommend you to listen to the song while reading. you can also check the aesthetic references for this oneshot here but take note that none of the people actual faces on this reflects on the character identity that I wrote, so don't base all of the details on the references for the characters in the story. hope you like it!

word count: 4k

The first time he noticed her, she was sitting on one of the wooden benches outside the courtrooms. She seemed nervous, shaking her legs and glancing restlessly between the watch on her wrist and the clock on the hallway wall, as if it made much difference. Regardless of her worried expression and furrowed brow, Vincent felt that he had never seen such an attractive woman in his life. From her brown hair to her brown boots, looked like she stepped out of one of those '70s fashion advertisements he'd seen in vintage magazines as a kid. He didn't had time to notice much more than that, as he crossed the hallway and headed to his session that was about to start. At the end of the day, of course, she was no longer there.

What seemed to have been one of those street crushes that you see when crossing an avenue and never think about again, stayed in Vincent's head for a few days. Every time he passed by the corridor, he waited to see if the brunette would be there. He tried to guess what she was doing there that day and whether there was a possibility of bumping into her again, a question to which the universe answered “yes” very quickly.

Two weeks later, this time leaving work, he looked down buttoning his blue coat, distracted in his thoughts when he noticed the same brown boots a few steps in front of him. The stranger held a cigarette between her fingers and had her arms pressed against her body. Although it was snowing lightly, it was extremely cold for an autumn day. Her look was different, probably due to the weather, with a coat with a puffed collar and puffed sleeves, once again looking like she belonged to a previous decade. The wind ruffled her hair a little and the moonlight illuminated her posture, a scene Vincent believed could have come from a movie.

All his past relationships were comfortable. Someone he knew in high school, someone he knew in college, someone who was introduced by friends or someone his friends encouraged him to talk during an outing. He didn't consider himself an introvert, but he never needed to pursue someone who he was interested in. Things just happened for him. It wasn't his comfort zone just to approach a stranger like that, much less at the door of his work, but something that day said it was the right thing to do.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and approached the girl asking to borrow a lighter. His sudden plan only went so far.

As soon as she turned to face him, she gave a friendly and inviting smile, taking the object out of her pocket and activating the flame in front of his face. Vincent stood still, staring into her eyes throughout the action, mesmerized by her and her sparkling brown eyes.

“Will I ever meet a lawyer who doesn’t smoke?” She asked as she extinguished the flame, placing the lighter and her free hand back in her pocket. Too cold to let it out.

His response took a few agonizing seconds, as his mind was far away and still lost in her gaze. He composed himself, running a hand through his hair and looking away.

“The day this happens, let me know. I want to be there.” Vincent laughed awkwardly, causing the girl to laugh as well. At that moment, he felt that he wanted to provoke more of this reaction, he wanted to see more of her smile and so the conversation flowed.

His first question was how she guessed he was a lawyer and not a passerby to which she replied, “You stand like a lawyer.” He shared how being a lawyer was boring and tedious, but it did have its dramatic moments in court when she asked if the career was challenging like its portrait on TV. He also discovered that she was there to pay a car ticket caused by her younger brother, hence the great nervousness when he first saw her a few weeks ago.

“When my parents told me that my 20th birthday present was a baby brother, I already felt within myself that I would be the best sister in the world, that I would try to make his life as easy as possible. 18 years later, he asks to borrow my car to visit his girlfriend - which I don't hesitate to do, after all I support young love. And the little shit-head makes sure on parking in front of a fire hydrant.” The girl blew smoke to her right side, not taking her eyes off him. “Would you be my lawyer if I try to choke him?”

Vincent could only laugh at her spontaneity, easy way of talking about life and easy way of making conversation.

“Just threaten him, it will be an easier case for me to win.”

They talked about Metz and how her family decided to move to Paris when she was a teenager because they knew the city needed more beautiful people transiting, a fact Vincent agreed with. In order not to dismiss him, in a very charming way, she praised his Parisian accent and said that such a comment did not apply to him and only God knows how Vincent felt inside after that.

The two shared their tastes, such as reading romances and watching Dix pour cent every night before bed. It was as if they knew each other much more than the 1 hour they spent together under the snow. They shared maybe two more cigarettes before realizing it was getting a little too late to chat like that on the street.

He doesn't even know how he got out of that situation alive and managed to get home with her number.

Their first date was at a local cinema on a Friday night for a re-showing of Buffet Froid, a film she had never seen.

He didn't remember the last time he felt butterflies in his stomach, although it was guaranteed that nothing could compare to this time. As he got ready and tried to match his best t-shirts with his beige pants (which he eventually changed out of, finding them too tacky), Vincent remained nervous thinking that she might not show up or that this would be the first and last time they would meet in this circumstance.

In the end, all the “first time” flutter went out the window when he saw her smiling and waving on the other side of the street, already with the tickets in her hand. “I'm glad you came.” She said, holding his arm as they walked through the door of the establishment.

“I wouldn't miss it.” he replied.

The two took watching films very seriously, so it was only during the ending credits, after a lot of laughter, small comments and bumping hands on the popcorn bucket, that the two kissed.

He felt the softness of her skin on his hand and her sweet scent of perfume, in addition, of course, to the hot and saccharine kiss. It was slow, serene, just as they both wanted, being able to feel each other in that moment. It was also her secret desire to slowly run her fingers through his hair and she didn't hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity.

After throwing their trash away, the two walked out of the cinema, now closer to each other, hand in hand. The weather wasn't as cold as when they first met and they were free to enjoy the warmth of their bodies without so many layers covering them.

“For a great 70's mind, you never having watched Buffet Froid is an insult.” He pointed at her with his free hand, wanting to tease her.

She rolled her eyes. Even though she liked the film, she didn't want to give a taste. “Obviously you would like action movies like that. It suits you.”

“I’ll make you like it too.” He stated, trying to imply that he wanted them to meet again, to which she responded by kissing his cheek and saying, “Next time, let's watch a romcom.”

Once, twice, three, four and a few more times, all being unusual dates. Sometimes she would call during his workday and say she would pick him up for an adventure. She drove aimlessly, just the two of them talking about their days and observing the city lights. These were Vincent's favorite “dates”, as they all ended with the two of them making out like two teenagers parked in the driveway of his apartment.

The more he got to know about her, the more he wanted to constantly be a part of her life. She owned a clothing store downtown, something he never tired of saying was the “most suitable job fo you”. On the last date they had, she took him to the closed store and put on a fashion montage for him, with improvised note cards on paper left on the counter and all. But she knew that the judge had been bought when he only gave her 10s. She also took the opportunity to get Vincent to do the same, putting him once again out of his comfort zone to find out that bell bottom jeans don't really suit him.

They even got to watch a car race - something that not even the girl had done before, she had just decided that it was an experience they needed to have. They both entended up hating it, but the important thing was that the company was great.

That was one of the nights the two slept at his house.

They ate some junk food from the fridge and watched a silly but captivating show on TV while they chatted more. When the girl realized her drowsiness, she got up to brush her teeth and change her clothes, putting on her uniform for whenever she was there: a Vincent t-shirt.

Vincent found it charming how she captivated his gaze regardless of what she was doing. He loved her unique and sophisticated style, but he also loved seeing her like this, casually wearing his clothes and smelling as him, in his home, as if she were his. And lastly, he loved seeing her with nothing on, smelling like her, in his bed.

Every detail of her body, her birthmarks on her shoulder and that one next to her beautiful eyes or her stretch marks on her back, everything about her seemed to have been chosen down to the millimeter. When they made love, his hands went everywhere, trying to reach as much of her as he could, to feel the warmth she exuded.

And the best way to love her was by looking into her eyes, admiring her beauty, running his lips up and down her body, being grateful for the privileged position it was to be able to love her.

Mornings were like nights, with him waking up earlier and being able, once again, to admire the woman beside her.

“You are even more beautiful in the morning.”

And another month went by.

The two walked through the streets of Paris, both tipsy, looking for an available taxi in the dead of night. With their relationship now more established and their schedules aligned, they made it a challenge to come up with these unusual date only once a month so it wouldn't lose its fun. Today had been the day to go to the opera and due to their lack of sobriety, they didn't seem to have left anywhere other than the shabbiest bar on the corner.

The event was boring as fuck and they left halfway through to drink somewhere more enjoyable. They found an open bar showing a PSG versus Marseille match. Neither of them supported the teams or understood about football rules, but this seemed like a new opportunity for them to have another different experience that day.

One laughter after another, some passionate kisses between drinks and the two were celebrating PSG's victory at the bar with some strangers whom they befriended.

“My mother wants to meet you. My brother too. I said I might have a lawyer for the next time he's up to no good. Do you think it’s too early?”

When drunk, the woman tended to speak fast and slurred, but Vincent understood perfectly. He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the tip of her nose. “I will love to meet your family.”

They never actually asked each other to go steady, but it was clear that they already belonged to each other at that point.

On early December, Vincent was on his cell phone writing a text to his mother about the shopping list for Christmas dinner and their desire to participate in decorating the tree (a personal request from the girl wanting to spend more time with her mother-in-law) while his girlfriend was lying on his lap reading his copy of Around the World in 80 Days (and she was loving it, for sure).

It was a lazy day for both of them at Vincent's place. A year into their relationship, the two of them loved sharing these moments together doing different activities.

“She said she misses you a lot and looks forward to seeing you on Christmas, but that you're banned from being near the kitchen when it is time to prepare desserts. Everything sweet that you touch ends up burning for some reason.”

Her smile, excited by her mother-in-law's affection, turned into a face indignant at the rule she imposed. “What?” She looked up from the book and pulled Vincent's hand to check if he wasn't making it up and it was actually true. “This is so unfair!”

“Sorry, mon bébé, you’re just really bad at that.”

She lightly pushed his arm and pretended to be uncomfortable, although she knew it was true and wasn't really upset. Before she could return to her book, Vincent placed his cell phone on the table and began talking.

“One more thing, huh,” he cleared his throat, “I made one more space on the rack for you. I don't want certain clothes to get wrinkled in the drawer. I’ll make room in one more drawer too.”

She also put the book aside and knelt on the sofa, facing her boyfriend. “Won’t it bother you? I already have space in my bedroom drawer, bathroom… In fact, there are a lot of my things scattered around your house. I don’t want to impose my space here.”

This was a subject that she had also been waiting to comment on for some time. By working her own hours at the store and having an employee to take her place wherever needed, she had a more flexible schedule than Vincent and it was easier to stay at his house helping to keep everything on track and cooking for both of them. He would arrive just before dinner time and they could enjoy together without rushing to do the chores.

Because of that, the few clothes she wore just to sleep there became a full drawer, her makeup in the bathroom sink and her shoes near the door.

The gray-haired man hugged her around the waist, kissing her forehead and assuring her of his action. “You are not imposing anything, bébé. I want you to use this space. I want to have more and more of you here.”

For him, having her scent permeate the rooms was a gift wrapped in the best bow. Knowing that every day he would come home to see her welcoming smile and feel her welcoming kiss was the biggest work incentive.

“It feels like my home.” She whined.

“It’s your home. Our home.” He insisted.

In his favorite action, he cupped her face and looked warmly into her eyes, admiring her features trying to associate with what he was trying to say. They both smiled at each other realizing where the topic was going.

“Are you…”

“I want you to move in with me.”

The beautiful smile that filled his heart appeared on her face and Vincent, who was sure of her choice, still a little afraid of her accepting it promptly, smiled too at her positive reaction.

In conclusion, he ended up needing to make more closet space than we imagined for her countless boots, but he was happy that she could call the space her own (and she looks great in those boots, he would never complain about making room for them).

The snack table was almost empty and that made the woman very happy. She might not be good at desserts, but her food was always praised and there was almost never leftovers after cooking for her friends.

“This sandwich is delicious, auntie!” Daniel stated, taking another one from the table and sitting on the sofa next to her. “Can I take some home?”

“Of course you can! There’s more stored in the kitchen, I’ll put it on the side for you to take.” She continued, now coming closer to whisper. “You can give Snoop a bite too, I won’t tell your mom.”

“Hey, I’m watching you two!” Sandra said towards the back of the sofa, pointing at the two jokingly. She was talking to Vincent leaning against the wall in the hallway, looking anxious.

There was approximately 10 people spread throughout the room at this gathering. The couple chose to host a celebration for the launch of Sandra's new book, a dear friend of both, and tried to make room for everyone present. She was very delighted with the honor, although unaccustomed to the positive attention she was receiving.

Even though they weren't glued to each other at the party, girlfriend and boyfriend always stopped for a moment to exchange a kiss and ask if everything was okay. He, even more so, couldn't stop admiring his lady from afar. Parties like this constantly made him happy to be able to share the love he had for her and also show others that this is his girl.

It was around 6pm that they said their goodbyes and thanked their friends for being there. After closing the door, she took a deep breath and leaned against it with Vincent kissing her neck and hugging her waist.

“Had fun today?” He asked against her throat, kissing it up until he reached her face. Hugging him back, she just nodded yes, pulling him into a longing and passionate kiss.

Vincent pressed his body against hers and tightened his grip, placing his free hand against the wall for support. Everything was going well, until Vincent suddenly stopped, as if he couldn't give in to temptation yet.

He also took a deep breath, with a shy smile as he looked at her.

“Is something wrong?” She asked, still leaning against the door and resting her hands on his shoulder.

“What?” He retorted.

“During the party, you kept looking at me like that, with those heart-eyes, that fool in love face of yours. And now you're doing it again. It seems... different.”

Vincent laughed awkwardly, as if he was unprepared to respond that quickly. “In my defense, I always look like a fool in love when I’m with you.”

Before anything else, Vincent took a red velvet box out of his pocket and opened it, showing a silver ring made especially for her. With the hand that was on her waist, he slipped into her hand and intertwined their fingers.

“Kneeling isn’t your style, nor are long speeches in front of our friends, but I can’t just leave the ring in your hand without saying anything. The day I saw you for the first time, I was intrigued. The second time, that feeling I had of needing to talk to you urgently, of not letting the opportunity pass, I think, somehow, I knew we were going to get to this moment right now. By the third time - I was already in love. Head over heels, worshiping the ground you pass, heart-eyes, whatever you want to call it. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't feel those butterflies in my stomach before seeing you, that I don't feel the eager to be by your side. If you do me the honor of marrying me, I can promise that you will have a man who wakes up in love with you every day. Forever.”

Her eyes were already full of tears as soon as she saw the box and she couldn't help but shed them when hearing the proposal.

The last 4 years of their lives were instinctive, passionate, in a way she never thought she would experience. All her last lovers didn't last long, they couldn't handle her personality or couldn't love her right, so she was left with no hope that it would change. But Vincent's speech was something that she not only believed, she felt. Every day, she felt his love, his affection and his care. Wave of action speaks louder than words and she trusted her man.

There was no other answer than yes.

The same word was repeated by the two of them at the registry office a few months later. A big party was never the idea, it didn't suit either of their personalities, but she still wanted a dress and a veil, so they were both there, in their wedding clothes just before lunch time in the registry office next to Vincent's work place.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

With that sentence, the two shared a classic wedding kiss, with Vincent holding her around the waist while she threw her leg up. They could live that moment over and over again, but they needed to go out for a little celebration party with their friends before they left for their honeymoon (and she was more than eager to have their friends around to catch the bouquet).

Outside, in another snowy day, the bride reached through the car window and took a black bag from the glove compartment, handing it to her now husband.

“What is it?” He held on, swinging by the loop to feel the weight so he could find out what it could be.

“It's your wedding gift.” She cheerfully replied.

He stole one more kiss from his wife before opening the bag, already imagining what could be inside.

“It has our initials and today’s date on it,” she pointed to the bottom where the details were, “so no other girl coming out of court will need to loan you the lighter.”

Vincent took a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lit it with his newest gift, but without inhaling, just lighting it for the sake of it.

“Wanna know something funny?” Vincent asked leaning his side against the car. “I had my lighter with me all the time. I just need an excuse to talk to you.”

After the confession, her right went to cover her mouth in surprise and her left hand pushed the man's shoulder.

“All these years and you never told me? I may need to get back inside and ask for the divorce papers.”

“Then we can go and get marry again.”

His hand pulled his wife by the waist, making her let out a small laugh. His big blue eyes admired her from head to toe. Small white boots, dress straight from an old bazaar and the veil she had made sure to embroider by hand (one of her thousand talents). Around her neck a necklace that Vincent had given her as a gift to celebrate their 3rd anniversary, and her earrings were some other gift from some other celebration.

Another slow kiss that tasted just like the first. Her lips were red, not from lipstick but from friction. The small pauses to breathe and admire the person in front of him. Vincent still couldn't believe that he had found his life partner sitting in brown boots at his workplace.

“Ma belle femme. I waited so long to say that.” In another long pause, he stared into her eyes as the cigarette burned between his fingers. “No matter how many lighters I use, no one sets my heart on fire like you do. And before you say that was cheese, remember it's your husband you're laughing at.” A small sound did came out of her mouth, as he could only think of one thing. “No one will have my love. Only you, bébé.”

masterlist

[mumpsetc]

The Art of Holding On

[200tabs]

reposting my old art i found on my comp ^_^

[dykecassidy]

do you have like a reference page for priss?

I DONT i should make one but until i do heres like. the most key prisses i have

shes blonde with brown eyes. her hair is p much always in a ponytail with bangs and the side pieces. the side pieces hit about her collar bones and the pony tail is ideally much longer. shes somewhere around 5'8 but ive havent worked on like. drawing her porpotions for that. the only thing i have drawn as a ref has been for her earrings.

also she should have honkers. big boobs.

[tom2tec]

Apple Music Scrobbling With Album Artwork

Features: See all scrobbled songs See scrobbled songs that you “love” on Apple Music Browse scrobbled albums by artwork color A detail page for seeing album artwork and song metadata Graphs and insights on top played songs, longest songs, most listened artists github.com/nishanths/scrobblescrobble.growl.space

[iesserafim]

random bios

fulana de tal disse uma coisa ciclana disse outra mas e como isso afeta o newjeans?

mico kpoper pagar de torcedor de futebol kkk eu sendo micosa assistindo um jogo do corinthians com o sunghoon

papai o que sao scrobbles? sao mostros terriveis filhao..

vcs podem ate acha que eu to bem.. podem ver eu dando risada, mas so deus sabe como que ta a mente do palhaçao aqui..

oii amiga vc esqueceu de parar de me seguir no spotify

mae noq vc se inspirou pra escolher meu nome? isso nao é assunto pra hoje cream soda da silva