#Clean Up Records

[nineteenfiftysix]

Sneaker Pimps - Tesko Suicide (Becoming X, 1996)

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

NOTHING LIKE A SQUIER JAZZMASTER TO INDICATE ONE'S IMPECCABLE TASTE.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on back cover, disc, and front cover art to one of two versions of the "Ten to Twenty" CD single release by English electronic music group, SNEAKER PIMPS, released in 1999 under the UK's Clean Up Records. It contains two non-album tracks from the "Splinter" sessions: "Perfect One" and "Virgin."

"Different ways of counting, Fingers running through your hair, Ten to twenty lifelines, If you doubt how this compares. There's fear enough to share, A fear of loathing, So easy how you bear, The trace of me without you there."

-- "Ten to Twenty" (1999) by SNEAKER PIMPS

Sources: www.discogs.com/release/240233-Sneaker-Pimps-Ten-To-Twenty.

[celeryguy]

Small messy Sif animation I did for fun

Was originally going to be a gif but flipaclip screwed it up somehow so you get a video instead 👍👍👍

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

snf sob... his favorite regular... wailing in the club rn

[ccuriousmischieff]

Whoopsie

[nyancrimew]

annoying catgirl sounds??? i searched your blog and not even the word "catgirl" brings up anything then that anon ask

there is this wonderful thing called my website

[foxaoxarts]

BEE KISS TOMORR- *dead* /j

If anyone wants to watch me drawing this like a little victorian child then the timelapse is below the cut 🤣

(FLICKER WARNING. It's all through out so be careful!👍 )

[thebigoblin]

dumb & dumber

tags: Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Failwolf Derek Hale, Failhuman Stiles Stilinski, is that a tag? it should be actually, Implied Sexual Content, Possessive Derek Hale, Attempt at Humor, Failwolf Betas, they're all just dumb tbh

"You know, you're kind of the worst," he says this with a pout on his face, the television in front of him blinking back his own face at him. He sorta looks cute with a pout. Huh.

Beside him, the couch dips with the weight of his boyfriend. An arm snakes up along the back of the couch, and he moves forward before that arm and his shoulders can make contact. The huff he gets at his pettiness has him scoffing right back.

"You're being petty."

"And you're an asshole. What's new?"

Another huff. A sigh. He stares forward, resolute.

"Stiles, please." Nope. He is not giving in. He deserves to be upset! "Baby," and oh no.

Stiles turns towards his left, and sees the forlorn look on Derek's face. His eyes are searching Stiles', likely trying to impart how unhappy he is, and how much he wants Stiles' forgiveness.

Stiles might have turned around to actually have a conversation, but hey, he's still got the upper hand here. When Derek reaches out to hold his hand, Stiles takes his wayward limbs towards himself and crosses his arms. Derek isn't happy, his nostrils flaring, but hey, Stiles isn't happy, either.

"Why are you so angry at me?"

Stiles instantly points a finger at his dumb boyfriend, wagging it at that dumb gorgeous face to punctuate his point, "Oh ho ho, don't you play the dumb boyfriend card with me! I wish I could tell Lydia she's right and that all men, no matter the age, suck at being a good boyfriend. But welp! I can't, can I? Because even now, after months of us having been together, I cannot tell people I have a boyfriend! Nobody in the fucking pack knows who you are to me, and you know what Erica has been planning, huh? Huh?"

Derek blinks his dumb, gorgeous eyes at him. He has been staring at these eyes for counting on four months now, but he still can't pinpoint what colors they are. Are they blue? Green? Hazel with gold flecks in them?

Fuck. He is getting distracted. He once again wags his finger at Derek's face, who, this time around, wraps his big, rough arms around it and pulls Stiles forward until Stiles stumbles right onto Derek's lap, and really, why is the universe so unfair? Why is Derek in a barely there wife-beater and grey sweats?

"You know what I am to you, Stiles."

Stiles resolutely stares at Derek's chest. His hands are gripped tight in Derek's, but Derek lets one of his hands go free to grab at his chin, forcing him to look up at the eyes that reflect the early morning sun in a deep, beautiful forest.

"Baby, I am yours."

"But not to the world. To them, you're a single, hot, in much need of a date Alpha werewolf. You're not mine in their eyes, Der."

His heart doesn't waver at the truth, but his chemosignals must change because Derek leans down to rub their noses together, dragging his down to Stiles' neck, scenting him.

Claiming him, in a way.

"If Erica is planning a date for me, she's not competent as a wolf. I might not have told them we are dating, but you smelling much more like us should be a clue."

Stiles noses his way down from Derek's nose to his neck, bites at the junction between it and shoulders just to be a little shit. Derek arches under him, and it has Derek's dick, from under the damned grey sweats, rubbing a delicious friction against Stiles' ass.

"We smell good, huh, Alpha?" He could say more, but Derek is already panting like he cannot take it any more, and hey, that is lips on his own and he can't really speak now, can he?

Derek kisses him with passion, pushes him down back on the couch so he is on top of Stiles.

"Erica needs to learn how to use her fucking nose. You smell like mine," Derek's growl has Stiles instantly wanting to take off his clothes and present to him, down on all fours and ready to blackout in bliss for hours, but.

Stiles pushes at Derek's chest so there's space between them, and asks, a bit breathless, "Why haven't we just told them?"

"You're a fucking tease. I'm going to ruin you once this conversation is over, understand?"

Stiles stares back, wide-eyed, pupils evidently dark. Licks his lips. Nods.

Derek grabs his hair and wrenches him in for a deep kiss before letting go, putting space between them.

They don't speak for a few minutes, trying to get back to some semblance of control. Once they are, Derek speaks.

"I haven't told anyone... because I forgot."

If this weren't Derek, and he wasn't Stiles, he would have been offended. Because what the fuck? But he is Stiles, and this is Derek, so.

"You figured everyone would use their super-sniffers?" Derek nods. "Except you also forgot not everyone is a werewolf, and that even those with super-sniffers are idiots. They would first figure out how to stop a bus with failing brakes from crashing by jumping in front of it rather than using their wolf strength to well, pull the bus Superman style."

"Yes, I'm aware my pack is brave but stupid. Especially because their leader is here with me."

"Hey!"

"Then why didn't you tell them?"

Stiles opens his mouth. Closes it. Scratches his head, his hair. Eyes fixed on the TV again, he mumbles, "I thought you didn't want to."

Derek takes his hand and points it at himself with a raised eyebrow. "Me? The one who has been scenting you extensively and making you wear butt-plugs? Me?"

His cheeks color with embarrassment. "Alright! We are both idiots. Got it."

"Truly made for each other." Derek again uses Stiles' hand to pull him forward, right until Stiles stis on Derek's lap. Again. Except this time Derek is already working to make Stiles' jeans dissappear. "Now, tell me about this date Erica has planned for me while you warm my cock with your pretty hole, okay, baby?"

"Yes, Alpha." Oh, coming to the Loft in a fit of anger/sadness was the best course of action today.

And Stiles is definitely going to pilfer that fancy-pants restaurant Erica has reserved for Derek's blind date with one of her college friends for a date for them.

And then he's going to be fucking annoying about calling Derek his, just like he is sure Derek is going to be insufferable about making it clear that Stiles is his in return.

[craacked-splatters]

It's done!! A few little scribbles for @s-creations FANTASTIC au!! Their writing style is so cool and soft. I love it so much! It's one of my favorites ever for this fandom, always microwaving in my brain when I least expect it but hey I ain't complaining.

I don't wanna spoil anything but if you're looking for a good au fic this ones really good. 10/10 will continue to recommend. It has several parts to it but you can start reading here!

[kitnita]

so, robo after that non-fight, huh?

[dreamaze]

A collection of some of my favorite details in Minhyuk's vocal performances (studio & live) ♡

The Dreaming: all of this range but especially the gorgeous & fleeting lowest note One Day (No Limit Tour 2022 in Seoul): the one-note melody change in the final chorus (taking a higher note in the chord on 'I'm' — it's so good I'm devastated it's not in the studio version) Wildfire: the quick melisma on the 'in' of 'inside' thanks to a happy accident in the recording booth that became permanent Love Killa: all of this lovely melting tone in the bridge but especially the vibrato on the final note (we love thoughtful vibrato choices!) Beautiful Liar: the floating countermelody in the ending Rush Hour: that growl that only happens in certain performances Gambler: another (subtler) growl between 'calling me' that is unique to his interpretation (Kihyun doesn't do it in his earlier part) Gambler (It's Live, ft. Kihyun): because how could I not love him performing the upper harmony live with no backing track!

[nineteenfiftysix]

Sneaker Pimps - Post-Modern Sleaze (Becoming X, 1996)

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"...THEY HAVE A COOL SENSE OF POP HOOKS AND AN EDGIER GUITAR ATTACK THAN THEIR PREDECESSORS."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on complete package design for the 1997 Clean Up Records version of "Becoming X" on CD, debut album by English trip-hop group SNEAKER PIMPS (originally released by Virgin Records in 1996).

OVERVIEW: ""Becoming X" is one of the most engaging byproducts of post-Portishead trip-hop. While the SNEAKER PIMPS don't have the doomed romanticism of PORTISHEAD or the nasty experimental tendencies of TRICKY, they have a cool sense of pop hooks and an edgier guitar attack than their predecessors. "Tesko Suicide" moves along with jagged guitars and rhythms, while "6 Underground" is coolly detached post-modern soul. "Becoming X" creates an airy, urban atmosphere, and while the record begins to unravel toward the end, it is an exciting, entrancing listen."

-- ALLMUSIC (Stephen Thomas Erlwine)

Sources: www.discogs.com/release/80986-Sneaker-Pimps-Becoming-X/image/SW1hZ2U6Mjg2NjcxNTE & Allmusic.

[celeryguy]

Another Siffrin for ya

[fekoff]

fuck you *woobifies your fighters*

[themirokai]

This is why I love my husband.