#cassette pro

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

They would have made Xiao Xingchen pull the car over at least once an hour if they ever did a road trip together.

[yourfavisproendo]

kuneko cassette beasts is pro-endo! she just is (@skyhighchibi)

Kuneko from Cassette Beasts is pro-endo!

[mjf-af]

@pine-killer55 um? I’m gonna need some elaboration on this one

[cassette-on]

[normal-bias]

Cassette Tape • AudioMagnetics • Pro Plus 90

[r3starttt]

STONER

CW: fingering (d! and r! receiving). smoking. couch scene :)

"What even is a sex den, Dina?" a familiar smell caught your attention, increasing the more steps you gave to get down a sort of hidden basement Dina swored would keep the two of you safe and warm for as long as you needed to stay away from that snow storm that appeared out of nowhere.

Dina kept positive about it, well, positive as in bothering your lame ass.

"Smells like weed, don't think that man had many women to even try and make a sex...den?" You heard an 'oh' followed by some laughs "Yeah, it's definitely weed, I forgot 'bout that"

"You've smoked weed?" It wasn't a question in disbelief, just your way to return the sarcasm coming from her side for approximately an hour or so of 'patrol'.

"Haven't we all?" There was something hitting your stomach. Your eyes shifted down that spot, rolling your eyes at the sight of dina's elbow pushing you aside. So stubborn.

"Oh my god" you tried not to, but your eyes spoke for you, and how could they not when Dina didn't even think about it before stepping inside the room. How many times had she smoked weed before? and why where you never a part of it?

"It's a lot of dead weed" you laughed at it "Yeah, no shit Dina" there was something that caught your attention once you analyzed the room just with your eyes.

Once you stepped inside the room, closing the door behind you- under all the weed that first caught your attention, there were at least 5 cassettes over a small desk. "He's got the videotape thing" Dina immediately responded "porn"

"Smash Brandi's cootch" your face turned into one of disgust, playfully rolling your eyes at her and grabbing the cassettes away from her hand "Dina, stop. Don't wanna know the old man's kinks"

"He had an interesting taste" her lips passed near your shoulders, quickly searching from something else to put her hands on. Such kid demeanor.

But, you did equally, wandering here and there. Finding a gas mask bong, more cassettes you chose not to revise. That until you saw a jar.

"Does weed go bad?" You turned around to search for Dina, who immediately did the same thing as you spoke "Dunno, why?" At the sight of the jar her eyes illuminated, almost running towards you.

You tried opening it, tossing one of your jackets somewhere in the room to get more freedom and strength to open it. Failing at it, of course. "Gimme that" her hands quickly grabbed the jar, not even letting you try and open it properly. "Like you're gonna get it"

Next scene that passes by your eyes is the jar being throwed to the floor "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Your arms extended to your sides, loudly hitting the sides of your thighs once you let them down again.

"Got it open, didn't I?" Her hands were now busy with her clothes, getting rid of the heavy jacked she had on. You got on your knees, grabbing the joint and getting rid of all the dirt it caught.

"Look at you, such a pro" her voice echoed again, mocking how you quickly grabbed it to smell it. Your fingers touched hers at the exchange of the joint, giving her the privilege to keep it. She simply laughed.

Her hand travelled to the back of her jeans, eliciting a chuckle from you once you noticed she had a lighter. The joint rested on her mouth, making yours watering. "We're gonna be stuck here a while so..." You just nodded, slightky risinf your brows in a bit of amusment- sitting next to her on the big couch that adorned the basement.

Her fingers wrapped the joint so eagerly. Her mouth licking her lips before actually smoking of it. The way she let the smoke out of her mouth. You were beyond wet at the pure sight of it.

So locked on them you barely got time to look anywhere else once she passed you the joint. "Can I ask you something?"

You dought before smoking, quickly knowing it was the best decision once Dina spoke. There was no way you could deal with her demeanor this consciously.

"Dunno, can you?" Dina simply smiled, her tongue passing quickly over her lips. "In a scale of one to ten-" you quickly cut her off, passing the joint back.

"No, Dina" her smile grew wider at the way you whined "you said it was a mistake" her eyes ate you alive, up and down as she kept on smoking.

"Did I say that?" You leaned forward, furrowing your eyebrows. "What are you doing?" Her hungry eyes quickly transformed to once less intense, lowering them for just some seconds before replying.

"Nothing, just... I'll give it a six" your mouth parted very slightly at it, leaning back to the place you first sat at, simply letting out a 'wow'

"You don't agree?" She mocked you "No, I mean... I don't think you wanna know how I'd rate it then"

"You're infuriating" you took the joint back, taking her hand to drag her closer. "Hope this is better than a six"

Your fingers passed along her lips, indicating her to let them open for you, which she obeyed. You passed her the smoke, never letting your eyes move away from hers. Fuck she looked pretty like this.

Her hands cupped your cheeks, closing any gap between both in such desperate sloppy kiss. There was a small fight to see who laid and looked pretty, she won.

So now, underneath her with her fingers tracing a path down your stomach, her lips pressing over every inch of skin she could get a taste of. You were loosing it and she had barely even touched you.

Her fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt, moving to your back just some seconds after, getting rid if your bra and tossing it somewhere in the room.

Your hands moving all over her back, from her waist to her shoulders, then to her neck, desperate. You took her shirt off, trying to take the closest and clearest look of what you've been craving so much. Her body, her face, she looked so inviting.

Her knee changed it's spot in between your legs now, purposely pressing and rubbing your core, elicting a chocked breath oout of you. Her lips vibrated on your skin, right in between your exposed breasts. Always mocking you.

The palm of her hand dancing over your stomach, on the sides of your hips. Her fingers slid in between your slicked folds.

Her palms slapped over your clit severely times, eliciting open mouth whimpers out of you. "Shh" you were about to reply back, sushed once more with her tongue against yours.

You took the chance, sliding your fingers under her clothed cunt. In response, Dina didn't hesitate, making small circles over your clit, copying your movements. You planned on stopping? She would stop too.

So you didn't. But you did take your time with it, teasing her arousal with the tip of your digit over and over again. That until her fingers clenched inside you, harshly thrusting them in and out with no mercy.

You couldn't even focus anymore, stopping anything you planned on doing as you tried to catch your senses. "Don't forget to breath" her voice hit your ear, making you smile back to that mocking look on her face.

Her other hand quickly guided your's right where she wanted, how she wanted it. You couldn't do else but obbey.

And god the mix of drool over your lips, her fingers hitting the nicest spot in the right way, feeling how she clenched around you. Both of your whines and whimpers echoing more and more in the room. Soon you felt your hand fully damped. Same situation going over your thighs.

She kissed your temple before moving her hand away, practically out of breath. The sight ot her hairs sticking to her forehead, her lips fighting to stay closed- you couldn't make that stupid look in your face disappear.

You didn't need to hear it, she didn't need to say it. This was way better than a six.

[yeonjvnz]

*   xo (only if you say yes) a playlist template by yeonjvnz. 

to use this template you must have basic knowledge of photoshop: clipping mask, color overlay, strokes, shapes, smart objects. for a better result i suggest sharpen the images.

this pds includes: a fully customizable background, decorative shapes, elements and a cassette that can be fully customizable (color, image).

please don’t extract parts of this psd and use them in your own.

the fonts used are desirable calligraphy, scalone, poppins, source code pro.

if you have any doubts regarding this PSD, please contact me via DM.

*           download ( $ 2 ) this template comes with a freebie !

[mychlapci]

Prowl wifefication but it’s /Soundwave/ doing it… it wouldn’t be so much of a slow burn as it would be a long fuse before the transformation. Nobody wants to fuck Prowl, you see, which has lead to a self-perpetuating cycle of truly awful vibes and desperately horny thoughts. Which Soundwave can’t help picking up on, during the somewhat rare occasion they cross paths. Taking Prowl off of the board would be a strategic advantage worth the effort by itself, but there’s no reason Soundwave shouldn’t get something out of it, too. If anyone else was going to stake a claim, they should have done it by now. But he’s going to have to be at least somewhat careful about it.

Perhaps it starts with a subtle virus or two, not designed to do anything but make Prowl a little bit hornier than before. Just a touch more sensitive and suggestible. Nothing too noticeable. Just a few lines of naughty code expertly hidden in a file or two Soundwave can stand to let slip, or delivered to Prowl’s work terminal by an enterprising cassette if there’s time. And every time Prowl plugs in he gets a fresh dose, just enough to leave him horny before bed. Self-servicing every night so Prowl can fall asleep, still sticky. Nothing more until the new routine sets in. Then, a little escalation.

It’s too soon to introduce hypnotic elements—a new datapad would be met with infinite suspicion and Prowl almost never listened to music. So an additional strand of code gets tacked on to the ones to make Prowl horny: just a little incentive to have more submissive fantasies. Any time the Autobot second in command imagines letting someone else take the lead, take care of him, /dominate/ him results in an extra rush of charge and a warm tingling from his pleasure core. There’s nothing to be alarmed about, no need to be ashamed. They’re only dirty little fantasies that leave Prowl panting and desperate to go for a second overload. Normal. Natural.

Once Soundwave has crossed paths with Prowl and confirmed that his coding has taken well, it’s time to give Prowl wet dreams. It’ll be easiest after taking Prowl prisoner, even if the mech is quickly rescued. It’s perfect even: the mech won’t even question his horny dreams, since his self-servicing routine has been interrupted. Still too early to be too direct, but flashes of Prowl on all fours taking spike or riding one like a pro are nondescript enough. Watching the mech grind in his sleep is a treat. On their final night “together” before the mech gets rescued, Soundwave allows a brief snapshot of Prowl’s future to tantalize him. Just another horny dream for Prowl, bouncing ecstatically on a hard spike. Valve hot and slick with arousal as the mech paws his own node. And then, a glimpse of something that Prowl won’t be able to get out of his head: a round, taught, /pregnant/ belly underneath one of his hands. Prowl wakes up in a cold sweat, transfluid cooling on the inside of his panels as he tries to make sense of the dream. His head is still swirling when the Ops team rescues him.

Of course Soundwave has left him clean of viruses this time: he needs his cute little autobot to get cleared for work, so he can get back to working himself up into a horny, submissive mess. While everyone was busy rescuing their tactical officer, Soundwave’s cassettes were busy playing with his datapads. And one in particular has some fun new features to help settle Prowl into the idea of his future role even better. The datapad keeps Prowl hornier than ever before, and the barely perceptible flickering of the screen helps Soundwave encode specific wet dreams and directives while the mech works. And, y’know, also harvests sensitive data for the Decepticons to use. But more importantly it lets Soundwave direct Prowl’s increasingly common wet dreams. Soon it’s all about Prowl’s wet, needy pussy. His spike all but vanishes from the fantasies, replaced by some faceless, nameless stand-ins for Soundwave between Prowl’s legs.

For fun, in the days leading up to Prowl’s real capture, Soundwave will even let fantasies about strong, handsome blue mechs slip through. Wet dreams about being bent in half, thighs by Prowl’s shoulders as he’s thrust into. Arms easily holding him up or restraining him.

And then Prowl is waking up blind and restrained, not knowing that Soundwave has been priming him for this new game: training his perfect little wifey.

oh brother, this is like a prequel to those Prowl Wifefication asks we had going on for a while… Finally, we know who the husband is. It’s Soundwave, and he’s going to make a mamma out of Prowl <3

[vizreef]

Sony TC-152SD // 1 of the 1st portable pro stereo cassette recorders (1978)

[thatrandomn3rd]

Seekers Head cannons :D

Skywarp <3

• he's probably the most helpful seeker aside from Thundercracker

• he would definitely refer to the seekers as his brother's

• he's very loud, but he doesn't do it on purpose

• he get's way too excited for the smallest things

• a pro at making Starscream annoyed/angry

• clinically stupid, he only has two brain cells and only one of them work at a time

• like, nothing goes on in his head most of the time

• doesn't even know where he is or what's going on most of the time

• Megatron only likes him because he can teleport

• has teleported into a wall multiple times

• sometimes teleports to random places where he didn't intend to go and gets lost

• doesn't pay attention to where he's going when he's flying (has flown into trees and mountains before)

• him and Rumble definitely have beef

(Why did Rumble fly like that lol???)

• literally trips over his own feet randomly

• Sound wave definitely finds Skywarp annoying

• is actively avoided by Thundercacker

• he's got that angsty teen energy

• he likes to collect rocks during missions

• he definitely does tricks in the air just for fun

• sometimes he actively tries to annoy everyone and always succeeds

• just caries random stuff sometimes (like rocks, sticks, machine parts, tools, etc.)

• he likes to bonk Soundwaves mini cassettes on the head with empty paper towel rolls

• he likes to try and hols Ravage like a cat

• surprisingly has never been hit by Megatron

•he definitely went through an Emo phase.

[lovinglonerhybrid]

So the vehicons on the nemesis absolutely have movie nights. Old cybertron movies and earth ones to they single-handedly keep like 20 pirating websites online just by them selves because they can’t pay for subscription services. Either that or soundwave hacked some rich a-holes bank account just to give them all access to all the streaming platforms and high command takes advantage of this. I can just imagine that starscream puts on true crime as background noise as he plots. Knockout and breakdown watch rue Paul’s drag race and project runway. Megatron watches battle bots and pro wrestling when he feels nostalgic. Soundwave watches nature documentaries with laser beak. Soundwave is also invited to all movie nights the vehicons have so are knockout and breakdown. After breakdown is killed the vehicons drag knockout to movie nights and he is put in the middle of the mandatory cuddle pile. Soundwave approves of these actions (the cuddle piles where the way he got over the deaths of the other cassettes) and lurks at the edges of the movie nights.

[robins-egg-bindery]

Smooth Talkin', So Rockin' by @writer-in-theory

Steve Harrington had the best of both worlds. By day he could be a normal person, but by night he got to perform at sold-out stadiums as pop sensation Zayne Maine. One scandal has him sent back to the small town he was supposed to grow up in, however, with the instructions that he's supposed to spend the summer figuring out who he is without the wig and makeup. Eddie Munson is the lead singer of the rock band Corroded Coffin with a reputation that precedes him. When he decided to spend the summer in his old hometown to help finish their next long-awaited album, he never expected to meet someone with close ties to his famous rival. -- AKA a Hannah Montana AU Posted as part of the 2023 @steddiebang

fic by @writer-in-theory

304 pages / 60,431 words

Title Font: Qinder Butter

Body Fonts: Cardo, Rustic Printed, Courier, Pilot Command Condensed Italic, Space Grotesk, Punkboy, Bembo, Adobe Jenson Pro, Indie Flower, Dark Twenty, Futura Condensed Extrabold, Futura Medium Bold, Futura Medium, Permanent Marker, Futura, Gillies Gothic Bold, Frankfurter, CoopFlaired

WOO! IT'S FINALLY HERE! So excited to share all the amazing work we've been doing for this bang.

More on the process + additional photos and videos below the cut!

This project was such a blast! It's been an awesome collaboration with Grey, and on such a unique fic too! As soon as I saw 'Hannah Montana AU' I was SOLD! Say less, identity porn is the jam!

The articles Grey included at the beginning of each chapter were perfect design elements to play with. I had a lot of fun recreating the Tiger Pop articles (an in-universe dupe of Tiger Beat). I got to play with bright colors and a LOT of fonts - like a LOT a lot, with a lot of research that went into the article recreations (there's Tiger Pop, newspaper articles, and a Punk magazine), as well as the Hannah Montana fonts on the cover.

I also made a cassette tape for the fic! Each chapter is titled after a different Hannah Montana song; I chose to make a cassette tape in keeping with both the 80's roots of the source material (though the fic is set in present day), as well as the physical nature of the fanbinding. I liked the idea of a tactile listening/reading experience; plus, cassettes are on the rise again, and many current artists are releasing new albums on cassette!

Thank you for sharing this work with us Grey, and for being such a fantastic collaboration partner!

Go check out the completed fic on AO3 today!

[sister-lucifer]

🩷Cassette Dividers: Pink🩷

requested by @bloodyshadow737

please like, reblog, & credit if you use!

[DIVIDER REQUESTS ARE OPEN!]

DNI: TERFS, endo, proship, pro ana, nazi, MAPs, zoophiles

tag list: @ghostboneswrites2 @savanaclaw1996 @lordhavemercyyyyy @odysseuscore @bloodythornsandskulls @und3ad-mutt

[if you’d like to be on the tag list for dividers, please leave a message in my inbox]

[cherrygirlystuff]

Lo-Fi Love: Creating the Perfect 2010s Indie-Inspired Mixtape 🎶

Hey, mixtape maestro! 💿 Ready to dive into the world of lo-fi and indie sounds from the 2010s? Whether you're crafting the ultimate nostalgic playlist or just looking to channel those chill vibes, creating a mixtape that captures the essence of this era is all about blending raw emotion with cool, laid-back sounds. Let’s get into it and make a mixtape that feels like a warm hug from the past.

1. Start with the Essentials: Lo-Fi and Indie Touchstones

To set the stage for your mixtape, you’ll want to include some key tracks and artists that defined the lo-fi and indie scenes of the 2010s. These songs are your foundation, bringing that authentic, nostalgic vibe to your mix.

Lo-Fi Essentials: Think dreamy beats and mellow melodies. Artists like Mac DeMarco, Toro y Moi, and Washed Out were masters of this chill, hazy sound. Include tracks that showcase their signature lo-fi production and laid-back rhythms.

Indie Icons: For that indie edge, mix in songs from bands like Tame Impala, Vampire Weekend, and Arcade Fire. Their innovative sounds and catchy hooks helped shape the indie landscape of the 2010s, making them perfect additions to your mixtape.

2. Craft a Flow: Build a Journey with Your Tracks

The beauty of a great mixtape is how it takes listeners on a journey. You want to create a seamless flow, moving from one track to the next in a way that feels natural and engaging.

Start with a Bang: Kick off your mixtape with a track that sets the tone. Choose something with a memorable melody or a captivating beat to grab attention right away. This could be a standout hit or a hidden gem that encapsulates the lo-fi vibe.

Mix Up the Pace: Vary the tempo and mood of your tracks to keep things interesting. Transition from upbeat indie anthems to more mellow lo-fi tunes, creating a dynamic listening experience. This helps maintain engagement and keeps the mixtape feeling fresh.

End on a High Note: Finish strong with a track that leaves a lasting impression. This could be a powerful anthem, a heartwarming ballad, or a song with an unexpected twist. Make sure it wraps up your mixtape on a memorable note.

3. Add Personal Touches: Reflect Your Unique Taste

While it’s great to include iconic tracks, don’t forget to add your personal touch to the mixtape. This is where you can showcase your unique taste and make the mix truly your own.

Deep Cuts and Hidden Gems: Include a few lesser-known tracks or deep cuts that reflect your personal favorites. These could be underrated songs from well-known artists or tracks from obscure bands that deserve more attention.

Personal Stories: If you’re sharing your mixtape with friends, consider adding a personal note about why you included certain songs. Share memories or anecdotes related to the tracks to give the mixtape an extra layer of meaning.

4. Perfect the Aesthetic: Lo-Fi Visuals and Themes

The visual and thematic elements of your mixtape are just as important as the music. Create a cohesive look and feel that complements the lo-fi and indie vibes of your playlist.

Cover Art: Design a mixtape cover that reflects the aesthetic of the 2010s indie scene. Use vintage-inspired graphics, soft pastel colors, or retro fonts to capture that lo-fi vibe. Websites like Canva can help you create eye-catching cover art even if you’re not a design pro.

Track List Design: Present your track list in a way that feels authentic to the era. Consider using a handwritten font or incorporating elements like cassette tapes or vintage records for a nostalgic touch.

5. Share the Love: Distribute Your Mixtape

Once your mixtape is ready, it’s time to share it with the world! Whether you’re giving it to friends or sharing it online, make sure it gets the love it deserves.

Digital Platforms: Upload your mixtape to platforms like Spotify, SoundCloud, or Bandcamp. Create a playlist and share the link on social media to reach a wider audience.

Physical Copies: For a more personal touch, consider making physical copies of your mixtape. Burn it onto CDs or create custom mixtape cassettes for a nostalgic keepsake.

Final Thoughts, Babe: Embrace the Lo-Fi Magic

Creating the perfect 2010s indie-inspired mixtape is all about capturing the magic of lo-fi and indie music while adding your personal touch. Embrace the nostalgia, experiment with different sounds, and let your mixtape tell a story. Whether you’re reminiscing about the past or introducing a new generation to these iconic sounds, your mixtape is a celebration of the music that defined a decade.

So grab those tracks, get creative with your playlist, and let the lo-fi love flow. Happy mixing! 🎶✨

[normal-bias]

Cassette Tape • AudioMagnetics • Pro Plus 90

[haggishlyhagging]

Were anti-porn feminists being hysterical? Censorious prudes? In the age of internet porn, DVDs and video cassettes, let alone centerfolds and seedy theaters, can be joked about as nostalgic throwbacks. It may seem to some, looking back, that feminist anti-porn campaigners must have been overtaken by anxiety about a mass culture that was becoming more open about sex, and that was quite capable of separating fantasy from fact. Feminists, anxious about sex under patriarchy found it easier, a group of pro-porn feminists wrote in 1983, “to attack the picture of what oppresses us than the mysterious, elusive . . . thing itself.” The implication is that anti-porn feminists were overestimating the power of porn: they had lost perspective. But what if the true significance of the perspective of anti-porn feminists lay not in what they were paying attention to, but when? What if they weren’t hysterical, but prescient?

It was my students who first led me to think about this question. Discussing the "porn question" is more or less mandatory in an introductory class on feminist theory. But my heart wasn't really in it. I imagined that the students would find the anti-porn position prudish and passé, just as I was trying hard to make them see the relevance of the history of feminism to the contemporary moment. I needn't have worried. They were riveted. Could it be that pornography doesn't merely depict the subordination of women, but actually makes it real, I asked? Yes, they said. Does porn silence women, making it harder for them to protest against unwanted sex, and harder for men to hear those protests? Yes, they said. Does porn bear responsibility for the objectification of women, for the marginalization of women, for sexual violence against women? Yes, they said, yes to all of it.

It wasn't just the women students talking; the men were saying yes as well, in some cases even more emphatically. One young woman pushed back, citing the example of feminist porn. "But we don't watch that," the men said. What they watched was the hardcore stuff, the aggressive stuff—what is now, on the internet, the free stuff. My male students complained about the routines they were expected to perform in sex; one of them asked whether it was too utopian to imagine sex that was loving and mutual and not about domination and submission. My women students talked about the neglect of women's pleasure in the pornographic script, and wondered whether it had something to do with the absence of pleasure in their own lives. "But if it weren't for pornography," one woman said, "how would we ever learn to have sex?"

Porn meant so much to my students; they cared so much about it. Like the anti-porn feminists of forty years ago, they had a heightened sense of porn's power, a strong conviction that porn did things in the world. Talking with my graduate teaching assistant after that seminar (she was a handful of years younger than me), I realized what should have been obvious from the start. My students belonged to the first generation truly to be raised on internet pornography. Almost every man in that class would have had his first sexual experience the moment he first wanted it, or didn't want it, in front of a screen. And almost every woman in the class would have had her first sexual experience, if not in front of a screen, then with a boy whose first sexual experience had been. In that sense, her experience too would have been mediated by a screen: by what the screen instructed him to do. While almost all of us today live in a world where porn is ubiquitous, my students, born in the final years of the last century, were the first to have come of age sexually in that world.

My students would not have stolen or passed around magazines or videos, or gathered glimpses here and there. For them sex was there, fully formed, fully interpreted, fully categorized—teen, gangbang, MILF, stepdaughter—waiting on the screen. By the time my students got around to sex IRL—later, it should be noted, than teenagers of previous generations—there was, at least for the straight boys and girls, a script in place that dictated not only the physical moves and gestures and sounds to make and demand, but also the appropriate affect, the appropriate desires, the appropriate distribution of power. The psyches of my students are products of pornography. In them, the warnings of the anti-porn feminists seem to have been belatedly realized: sex for my students is what porn says it is.

-Amia Srinivasan, The Right to Sex: Feminism in the Twenty-First Century