#g eazy tattoos

[mmakeitmakesense]

The next won’t gon be easy

[sheena1234]

[a-b-erracja]

cause i’m in love with these tumblr girls

with skinny waist and drug habits

pretty faces love status, she acts as if she’s the baddest

[ethvns]

[ ETHAN SHEPHARD. 28. CIS MAN. HE/HIM ] is here! They’ve lived in Asbury Park for [ 28 YEARS ] and are originally from [ ASBURY PARK, NJ ]. They are a [ DRUG DEALER ] and in their downtime love [ PLAYING BASKETBALL ] and [ STARTING BEEF ON REDDIT ]. They look a lot like [ JACOB ELORDI ] and live in [ OAKDALE ]. The song that makes people think of them the most is [ I MEAN IT BY G-EAZY ].

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tw: neglect, alcoholism, violence, drugs

─── statistics

name: ethan shephard. gender: cis man. pronouns: he/him. age: 28. dob: november 10, 1995. zodiac sign: scorpio. pob: asbury park, nj. current residence: oakdale. occupation: drug dealer. orientation: heterosexual. height: 6'5''. build: muscular. distinguishing features: a scar above his left brow from that one time he drank half a bottle of tequila and tried to do a kickflip. this tattoo on the back of his neck. probably has something like this on his chest with wings on either side and a cringy quote about how god is the only one who can judge him.

─── personality

positive traits: assertive, resourceful, independent, resilient.

negative traits: selfish, dishonest, reckless, pigheaded.

likes: menthol cigarettes, pineapple on pizza, breaking bad, tony hawk, r/fuckaroundandfindout. VERY passionate about the dark knight trilogy.

dislikes: pretentious people, speed limits, cops, musicals, people who bring their screaming kids out in public.

ethan is the kind of person your parents warned you not to be friends with; the type of guy who tells you his ex is bat-shit crazy when he’s the one who drove her insane. with questionable morals and few redeeming qualities to make up for it, he rarely does anything for anyone unless it benefits him directly.

─── family

william shephard ( father / npc ) a drunk, and a sloppy one at that. can often be found picking fights at the local dive bar.

helen shephard ( mother / npc ) she skipped town when ethan was five. he has no idea where she is or if she’s even alive for that matter.

?? ( younger half-sister / wc tba ) same dad, different moms. they barely knew each other growing up, but reconnected a few years ago.

─── background

growing up, ethan quickly learned that the world didn't owe him anything regardless of the hardships he faced - and there were plenty. his birth (a not-so-happy accident) only drove the wedge between his parents further; helen certainly making no effort to hide how she truly felt, her clear dislike for her son and william seeping into every corner of their shoebox apartment for five years straight.

that was how long it took until she finally up and left, only leaving a hastily scribbled note saying that she couldn't do “this” anymore. from then on, it was just ethan and his dad, who had his own set of demons to contend with. his long-standing habit of seeking comfort in the bottom of a glass eventually cost him his job, and by then, he was already known around the neighborhood as a drunk.

ethan's own reputation was far from spotless; his teenage years were filled with run-ins with the law and various stints in juvie for petty theft and assault. written off as a lost cause by most of his teachers, he coasted through high school doing just enough to pass, and nothing else.

he was 19 when he started dealing drugs on behalf of someone higher up in the trade, the promise of easy money and a sense of brotherhood too strong of a pull not to accept. he gained the respect of his employers, watched plenty of people destroy their lives through addiction, and even got his own hands bloody whenever a customer didn't pay off their debt in time. growing up around addiction in its many forms had more or less desensitized ethan from the sadness of it all, so it didn't really matter to him who got hurt in the end -- as long as it meant more money in his pockets.

─── tldr

asbury native. grew up in a broken home; lots of turmoil, a dad who struggled with alcohol and a mom who skipped town when he was five. a real menace in high school, spent a decent chunk of his teenage years in and out of juvie. currently lives in oakdale and makes a living as a drug dealer, selling anything from uppers to downers.

─── headcanons

once went to juvie for robbing another kid’s lemonade stand with a bb gun

every time he has a cold he turns into a frail victorian child on their deathbed

always carries around lip balm and applies it like this

has a glock 32 hidden in his closet

his tinder bio is just his height

his love language is physical touch

allergic to shellfish

default conversation topic: how charging more than $2 for a cup of coffee should be illegal

claims he works at some warehouse on the outskirts of town

has written exactly one yelp review in his life and it was 1 star for eclipse after they denied him entry because he was wearing sweatpants 

─── wanted connections

saltmate, party friends, people he's beefing with, childhood friends, people who know him from high school, ex girlfriend, ex fwb, tinder matches, neighbors, former friends, drinking buddies, customers !!

─── established connections

dating @fionamooore

smoke buddy of @turiya-collins

dealer/friend of @samfitz

[rottenbutcute]

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[httpshujii]

SELFSHIPS

ʚ ɞ SHUJI + RAY = RUJI

It's wrong, yet an angel can't help but fall for the reaper of the neighborhood. Getting lost in sweet lips and hypnotizing eyes . . .

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ . . . Playing footsies, sharing earphones, poking cheeks, biting, motorcycle rides, tending to wounds, tracing tattoos, lighting his cigarette, arcade dates, painting each others nails, neck kisses.

ᯤ . . . Chase Atlantic, Chris Grey, CORPSE HUSBAND, Bad Omens.

ʚ ɞ RAN + RAY = RANAY

Daydreams filled with thoughts of each other . . .

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ . . . Nap dates, takeout and movie nights, playlist making, window shopping, hair styling, hand holding, forehead kisses, teasing, spa nights, face masks, flower crowns.

ᯤ . . . Lana Del Rey, Isabel LaRosa, Scarlet House, Arctic Monkeys.

ʚ ɞ SANZU + RAY = RANZU

A wasted executive of the infamous Bonten and his little doll of an assistant, Sanzu can't help but admire the most important person for him at work and at home . . .

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ . . . Matching outfits, hair dying, daily walks, aquarium dates, pastry shopping, sharing jewelry, matching earrings, massage sessions, date nights at convenience stores, reality TV show date nights, gossiping.

ᯤ . . . Arctic Monkeys, Pierce The Veil, Maggie Lindeman, Mitski.

ʚ ɞ KAKUCHO + RAY = KAY

"I can do it myself" girl meets "I know but I want to" boy . . .

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ . . . Tracing scars, snowball fights, slow mornings, bear hugs, tummy rubs, hand kisses, coordination, gym partners, quiet moments spent together, stargazing.

ᯤ . . . CAS, Kehlani, AJ Mitchell, The Weeknd.

ʚ ɞ SUGURU + RAY = RARU

How could she hate him when she's getting loved by him?

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ . . . Beach days, cooking dates, lazy days, collarbone kisses, private but not secret, yapper x listener, humming each other to sleep, couple rings, heart lockets, nose kisses.

ᯤ . . . Chase Atlantic, PLVTINUM, Mitski, Darci.

ʚ ɞ CHOSO + RAY = ROSO

Shy and hesitant kisses exchanged between passionate hearts of hopeless romantics . . .

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ . . . Gift giving, flustered messes, sharing the same milkshake, makeup swatches, matching bracelets, acts of service, cheek kisses, playing with hands.

ᯤ . . . CORPSE HUSBAND, TV Girl, Eyedress, Pierce The Veil.

ʚ ɞ KEI + RAY = KEY

Snarky middle blocker is in love with the class's sweetheart . . .

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ . . . Bullying out of love, museum dates, wearing his jersey, studying together, cheek kisses, trying his glasses, piggy back rides, nap dates, sharing earphones, making playlists for each other.

ᯤ . . . Arctic Monkeys, The Neighborhood, The Smiths, ABBA.

ʚ ɞ OSAMU + RAY = ROSAMU

From making bentos for school lunch to cooking for his overworked and stressed out girlfriend . . .

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ . . . Back/shoulder kisses, massaging, cooking dates, critiquing food in restaurants, insulting Atsumu, bear hugs, long and slow kisses, hourly compliments.

ᯤ . . . Tony22, Brakence, Ricky Montgomery, Tally Hall.

ʚ ɞ DILUC + RAY = RILUC

A ray of sunshine and Mondstad's coldest nobleman, what could go wrong?

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ . . . Grumpy x sunshine, tired smiles, blushing cheeks, frowning pout, long hugs, princess carry, quiet laughs, tickles, words of affirmation, feeding stray cats, reading dates, lipstick stains on collared shirts.

ᯤ . . . Tally Hall, Chase Atlantic, Odetari, Chris Grey.

ʚ ɞ BAIZHU + RAY = RAIZHU

Liyue's star doctor and his little girl who constantly suffers with tummy aches . . .

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ . . . Inside jokes, slow gf x patient bf, slow evenings, married couple dynamic, cheek kisses, cheek poking, matching necklaces, the scent of herbs and flowers, gift giving.

ᯤ . . . Lana Del Rey, Eyedress, CAS, Tally Hall

ʚ ɞ PANTALONE + RAY = PAY

Spending fortunes on his little angel only to receive handmade gifts in return, he's gonna marry her someday . . .

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ . . . Massages, private but not secret, bicep holding, sending love letters, slow and hard kisses, whispering compliments, princess treatment and king treatment, power couple.

ᯤ . . . Arctic Monkeys, PLAZA, G-Eazy, Chase Atlantic.

ʚ ɞ BOOTHILL + RAY = ROOTHILL

The Bonnie to his Clyde, he wouldn't be able to be where he is if it wasn't for her . . .

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ . . . Unhinged jokes, cupping faces, nose boops, hand holding, skipping, learning from one another, deep conversations when we can't sleep, going to bed mad at each other is a no, dates under the stars, words of affirmation.

ᯤ . . . ODETARI, Chris Grey, Vice Monroe.

[clariannahoney]

Tempted by the Bad Boy's Kiss

The bass thumped through the walls of the dimly lit club, vibrating in sync with the pounding of my heart. The air was thick with sweat and perfume, a heady mix that made it hard to think straight. I should have been dancing, lost in the rhythm, but all I could do was watch him from across the room. He stood by the bar, his back to me, one hand gripping a bottle of whiskey as if it were an extension of his arm. His dark hair fell into his eyes, which were hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses, even though it was night.

Joohoney. The name rolled off my tongue like a forbidden fruit, sweet and dangerous. He wasn’t just any bad boy; he was the kind of guy who made you forget why you shouldn’t want him. And I wanted him. God, how I wanted him.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but the scent of his cologne—something woodsy and intoxicating—lingered in the air, pulling me closer. I couldn’t resist. I never could. With every step I took toward him, the music seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of my own pulse echoing in my ears.

He turned just as I reached him, his lips curling into a smirk that sent shivers down my spine. “Well, well, look who decided to show up,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, like he’d just woken up from a nap. But there was nothing sleepy about the way his eyes roamed over me, taking in every inch of my body with a hunger that made my knees weak.

“Couldn’t stay away,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The truth was out there now, hanging between us like a threadbare curtain, ready to be torn down.

He leaned in closer, so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. “Good,” he murmured, his breath warm against my cheek. “Because I can’t either.”

Before I could respond, his hand was on my waist, pulling me flush against him. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair. His lips found mine, and everything else—the noise, the lights, the people—faded away. All that existed was him and I, locked in a kiss that was both desperate and tender.

His tongue slid against mine, coaxing a moan from deep within my throat. I pressed myself closer, needing more, wanting to crawl inside him and lose myself in the darkness that always seemed to follow him. His hands roamed down my back, slipping under the hem of my shirt to graze the bare skin beneath. The touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered against my lips, his voice thick with desire. I nodded, unable to form words, my mind too clouded with lust to think clearly.

He grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd, his grip firm and unyielding. We didn’t stop until we reached the parking lot, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat of the club. Joohoney pulled me into the shadows, where the streetlights couldn’t reach, and pushed me up against the side of his car.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice rough and urgent. His eyes bore into mine, searching for something—anything—that would give him permission to keep going.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “I want this,” I breathed, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

His lips crashed down on mine again, harder this time, as if he was afraid I might change my mind. His hands were everywhere—in my hair, on my hips, sliding up my shirt to cup my breasts. I gasped into his mouth, the sensation overwhelming, but not enough. I needed more.

I tugged at the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He pulled back just long enough to yank it over his head, revealing a chest covered in tattoos that seemed to tell a story of their own. My fingers traced the lines, feeling the muscles beneath tense and relax with each stroke.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he growled, his voice strained. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head against the car door. The position left me vulnerable, but instead of feeling scared, I felt alive. Every nerve ending was on fire, begging for release.

His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down my neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin just below my ear. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, seeking relief from the tension building inside me. His teeth scraped gently against my collarbone, and I cried out, the sound mingling with the distant hum of the city.

“Please,” I begged, my voice trembling. “Please, Joohoney.”

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with need. “What do you want, baby?” he asked, his voice a low purr.

I hesitated, the words stuck in my throat. It was one thing to want him, to crave the rush of adrenaline that came with being near him, but to say it out loud… That was different. That made it real.

But then his lips were on mine again, silencing any doubts I had. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting me, owning me. I melted into him, my body responding without thought, without hesitation.

“I want you,” I finally managed to say, the words breaking free like a dam bursting. “I want you so bad.”

His eyes darkened even further, if that was possible, and he released my wrists, letting his hands roam freely over my body. He cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, already hard and aching for his touch. I moaned, arching into his hands, desperate for more.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “So perfect.”

His words sent a thrill through me, making my heart race even faster. I needed him. Now. I reached down, fumbling with the button of his jeans, desperate to feel him, to have him inside me.

He groaned, his hips bucking forward as my fingers brushed against the bulge in his pants. “Not yet, baby,” he rasped, capturing my hands in his. “Let me take care of you first.”

Before I could protest, his mouth was on my breast, sucking hard through the fabric of my bra. I cried out, the sensation so intense it almost hurt. He switched sides, lavishing the same attention on my other breast, and I could feel the pressure building inside me, threatening to explode.

“Joohoney, please,” I whimpered, my body trembling with need. “I can’t wait anymore.”

He lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice raw with desire.

“I want you inside me,” I gasped, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Now. Please, Joohoney. Now.”

He didn’t waste any time. With one swift motion, he lifted me onto the hood of the car, spreading my legs wide. His hands were everywhere—on my thighs, my hips, my waist—pulling me closer, aligning himself with my core.

And then he was inside me, filling me completely. I cried out, the sensation both painful and perfect. He paused, giving me a moment to adjust, his forehead resting against mine.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice strained.

I nodded, my eyes squeezed shut, fighting back tears of pleasure. “Yes,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He started moving, slowly at first, testing my limits, but soon the tempo increased, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, my body straining to keep up with the intensity of his movements.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his voice ragged. “So tight. So wet.”

His words sent another wave of pleasure crashing over me, and I could feel myself getting closer, the pressure building inside me, ready to burst.

“Joohoney, I’m gonna—” I gasped, my voice breaking.

“Come for me, baby,” he urged, his thrusts becoming even more frantic. “Let go.”

And I did. I let go, the orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave, sweeping me away in its wake. I screamed his name, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

He followed soon after, his thrusts becoming erratic as he spilled inside me, his groan of release mingling with my cries of ecstasy. For a moment, we were frozen in time, our bodies joined together in a perfect symphony of passion.

Then, slowly, he pulled out, collapsing next to me on the hood of the car. We lay there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts still racing.

“That was…” I trailed off, unsure how to put the experience into words.

“Incredible,” he finished for me, his voice soft. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place. “You’re incredible.”

I smiled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his face. “No, you are.”

He caught my hand, kissing my palm gently. “We’re incredible together.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, he leaned in, capturing my lips in a slow, lingering kiss. It was different from before, softer, sweeter, as if he was savoring the moment.

When he pulled back, his eyes were serious. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice low.

I knew what he meant. The consequences, the risks, the reality of what we were doing. But in that moment, with his lips still tingling against mine, all I could think was…

“Later,” I whispered, my voice breathless. “Just… later.”

He nodded, understanding. “Later,” he agreed, his voice full of promise.

And then his lips were on mine again, sealing the deal, and I knew that no matter what happened, no matter how many times we fought or how many reasons we had to stay apart…

In the end, it was always going to be Him & I.

[paisholotus]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗. 5

Narrative

Play: Tumblr Girls~ G-eazy

Izuku yawned and leaned back in his chair, slowly blinking his hooded eyes. He should have gone to bed earlier rather than working on tattoo designs. He had just finished his last customer for the day and wanted to go home. "Midoriya, you want to go to the skate park with us?" Denki asked, nudging Izuku. 

 

Denki and Sero were the piercers; Kirishima worked the front desk; and Izuku, Bakugo, and Shoto were the tattoo artists. Shoto started his tattoo business right out of college. 

 

Izuku rolled his eyes, bent forward, rested his elbows, and considered if he should go. Because what is there to do at home? But smoke the fucking day away. "Ight, I'll go. I ain't got shit else to do." He said, grabbing his cup.

 

They could hear the irritability in his voice, but to be honest, they agreed because they didn't have shit else to do either. 

 

"Speaking of skating." Sero said, stepping into the waiting area and sitting down on the couch, "How do y'all know those girls? You remember those girls we were at the hotel with?" He asked, smiling at the three boys. Denki and Kirishima stared at the three and wanted to know the answer too. 

 

Bakugo glared at Sero, but Shoto smiled softly, and Izuku remained expressionless. Personally, Izuku had mixed thoughts about seeing Nadia again. He was pissed that, after all these years, she had decided to return now.

 

But another part of him was scared because he's not the same Izuku he was when they were kids—definitely not the same person he was when he was in high school. He's been through a lot of shit. And he doesn't have time to open back up to a person who's just going to do him dirty anyway. 

 

"We grew up together. We were best friends. More than that, if I'm being honest." Shoto told them, smiling and crossing his arms. Denki smiled widely as Bakugo huffed and frowned at his phone. Katsuki was not gon front; seeing Nisha for the first time again was a shock. But she looked really good. Katsuki had no confused feelings; he wanted her, and he was going to get her.

 

Shoto felt the same way. That night, Deja and Shoto talked all night, simply catching up. When he thinks about how stunning she is, heat rises in his cheeks. All of his old feelings returned, and he really needed her. He craved her. 

 

"Damn, that's wild; all y'all childhood lady friends just turn up like that, and I can't even find a loyal girl?" Denki frowned. They wrinkled their faces up and sighed, "Here he goes again." 

 

"Mf you would get a girlfriend if you'd stop dating hoes." Bakugo muttered, rolling his eyes as he looked back at his phone. 

 

Denki smacked his teeth. "Fuck you, Kacchan." Denki glared at him. Bakugo grinned and laughed, flipping him off. 

 

"Anyway, guess what I heard?" Kirishima said, standing up excitedly. "What you hear?" Denki asked, opening a bag of candies while sitting on the couch next to Sero. 

 

"There's a competition for skaters to compete, and the prize money is $100,000." Everyone gazed at him, surprised at the news.

 

They carefully considered the advantages and disadvantages of competing before deciding to go ahead with it. 

 

"We can invite the girls too. They also skate, so they'll definitely want to go." Sero replied, grinning.

 

The three remained silent as Sero and Denki laughed loudly.

[sweethoneyrose83]

Spice Riders AU belonging to OnyxOnline 

A Fan made storyline and Characters that's been in my brain in a while 

Characters 

Full Name - Trivia Foxtrot

Age: 25 

Nickname - Matcha (Given by Dimetri)  Date of Birth - September 17  Home Planet - None Gender/Pronouns - Female/ She/Her Sexuality - Bisexual  Relationship- Dating Dimetri   Species - Artic Fox  

Eye color: Golden eyes Her Basic outfit: 

Backless Open Chest Faux Leather Buckle Collar Strap Crop Top

KILLSTAR- ON THE HORIZON JEANS 

Black Fingerless Gloves

Combat boots   

Powers:  Hysteria, In this state her eyes are black anyone starts feels dizzy and slight nausea she also mumbles in Latin as runes appear on her body. 

Small Playlist about the character: 

Game of Survival - Ruelle

Ghost Myself- Diamante 

Control-Halsey 

Kota Kira — Redemption feat. Eda Lovelace 

Can't Sleep, Can't Breathe - Digital Daggers 

Him & I - G-Eazy 

ADONA - Hit Me with Your Best Shot 

Other Notes 

- The Heretic/ Prodigal Daughter of the Prototype -Bounty Hunter/ Got kick out of the Space Rider Acadamy

-Has a Twin Brother Zagzagel who is a devoted member of the cult (he is the yin to her yang)  - Born of a Blood Ritual 

- Has and large pentagram tattoo on her back as her rose-ivy tattoo on covering her left arm 

-Hand to Hand Combat - 6/10

-Weapons Combat - 7/10 

Full Name - Dimetri   Age: 27  Nickname - Savior (Given by Trivia)  Date of Birth - October 27  Home Planet - Jupiter  Gender/Pronouns - Male/ He/Him  Sexuality - Bisexual Relationship- Long time friends and teammates with Trivia  Species - Grey Wolf  Eye color: Emerald Green  His Basic outfit: 

Tactical Uniform Shirt Combat Pants

Combat boots

Other Notes: 

Bounty Hunter 

Hand to Hand Combat: 7/10 

Weapons Combat: 5/10 Loves Trivia to death but is low key scared of her 

Small Playlist about the character: 

Heaven or Hell - Digital Daggers 

War of Hearts - Ruelle 

When The Darkness Comes- Colbie Caillat 

Quiet When Dark - The Tap Room 

House Of Memories - Panic! At The Disco   

The full moons light glows through the red stain glass of the church as Dimetri groans waking up strapped to a chair as a dark figure stands into front of him in a deep low voice he spoke "Soo...You are the one she calls Savior; I really thought my sister would have better taste. Dimetri growls and struggles a bit "And I must say this is one hell of a family reunion, where is she?" Zagzagel smirks stepping into the red light of the cross. " Don't worry father wanted to have a little chat with her, she needs to be some discipline" Zagzagal pulls out a dagger.  "So, for now you're stuck with me, let have some fun" Dimetri scowls at the black fox walking close towards him. 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ 

Trivia growls at the wakes up mumbling curses in Latin as her head still ached slowly sitting up as she quickly realized she is handcuffed from behind she looked around the cargo hold of the ship her bow and arrows were gone along with her gun. Trivia growls again and stomps her right foot in anger. As she looked around again for anything in her reach, she did a double take at the window seeing a large white ship with an orange dog as the captain. "Great..." She mumbles. DogDay looks at Hoppy, CatNap and Crafty as they were tasked to grab Trivia.  As CatNap, Hoppy, Crafty get onto the ship "I'll stay here on the lowers deck to search you both are to the higher levels" Hoppy and CatNap nods in agreement to Crafty. As Crafty walks into the cargo storage room of the ship she sees a guard out cold on the floor at she glances up hearing mumbled latin and panting as Triva still handcuffed standing in a corner of the room her head feels dizzy as she backs away from Trivia. Trivia black eyes glances over at Crafty as the astrology runes glow red on her body along the pentagram tattoo on her back. Black tears roll down Trivia's face "Me paenitet, modo me mitescere" She speaks softly turning away from Crafty.  

[maximuswolf]

In need of song recs

In need of song recs Reflections-the neighborhoodGirl with the tattoo enter.lewd-miguelGood days-szaGood looking-suki waterhouseGet you-daniel caesarDuvet-bôaTumblr Girls -G-Eazy, Christoph AnderssonLady Killers -Steve lacy, d4vd as a wholeFor the first two im mainly into the echoey sound or smth and how its nice vocals with a slight echo sound like singing in an empty room BUT still having good rhythm and beatFor good days and good looking i really like its intro and how it feels like sticking your head out of a car window on a late night drive I love the feeling of the last two aswell like a music video with a slow motion, plus the rhythm and beat And steve lacy and d4vd is self explanatory(Ps: the song recs dont need to have all these elements in one, probs like multiple songs that have the same vibes as each of these individualyThank youuIf yall have any recs please comment Submitted May 02, 2024 at 01:33AM by keissurr https://ift.tt/rkLDN89 via /r/Music

[nepofm]

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[nickgerlich]

Start Me Up

One of the most powerful forces in the world is music. It is something that shapes our lives, to the extent that Daniel Levitin wrote of it in 2006 in “This Is Your Brain On Music.” In it he explained how the music of our pubescent youth—you read that right—becomes the music that defines the rest of our years. It is my music, and when I hear those tunes from the magical music years of my life, I am instantly swept away to a different place.

It explains why restaurants and stores use music as part of their atmospherics. I swear that the Walmart near me plays music over the PA that best matches the demographics of those people likely to be shopping in certain time slots. I tend to visit there around 3pm most days, and I hear an upbeat blend of classic rock, from the Beatles to CCR. It gets people humming and singing along. And—here’s the best part—in the mood to spend.

Movies and TV shows are also guilty of licensing songs, the hooks that sink deeply into viewers and help them relate better to what is on the screen. Of course, it’s all about your target audience, because you probably don’t want to be spinning G-Eazy when your aging Boomer target craves some Journey.

And then there is the music that somehow manages to transcend time. The Rolling Stones are one of only a handful of artists whose music is still just as hot today as it was—wait for it—61 years ago. They have a lot in common with successful marketers, giving people exactly what they want.

I laughed out loud when I read of the new partnership between Keurig and the Stones for a limited edition iced coffee kit. The machine is emblazoned with the Stones’ familiar Hot Lips logo. Oh, and what music, you ask?

 “Start Me Up,” of course, their 1981 hit from the Tattoo You album.

But but but…didn’t the Stones also license that song to another marketer many years ago? You would be right if you said “Yes.” Back in 1995, when Microsoft was readying the launch of Windows 95, they licensed the same song. I suppose the Keurig people were thinking that if it could help sell an operating system, surely it could help sell an iced coffee maker.

The Stones were accused of being sell-outs, though. This was long before artists who have recently been selling their entire catalog of music and lyrics to publishing houses to the tune of hundreds of millions of dollars. I guess we’ve just accepted the fact that these artists can do whatever they darn well please. And maybe they really are going to take it with them when they die.

As for the Stones, though, these guys are so old they’re not even Baby Boomers. Both Mick Jagger and Keith Richards will turn 80 this year. Here’s the crazy part: While we have witnessed that the life expectancy of a hard-rocking musician is somewhere between 65 and maybe 72, Mick and Keith are proving that means are just the calculated average of an array of numbers, some big and some small.

These guys are still crushing it, too, and Keurig was wise to partner with the Stones, just in time for Father’s Day. It is marketing gold meets marketing gold, Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig on the same team. Keurig redefined how we drink coffee at home, in the office, and in hotels. Never mind the inconvenient truth about all that K-Cup trash, it’s just a heck of a lot easier to make your coffee a cup at a time. And the Stones are just so good that, well, I think the Super Bowl better hire them one more time for a halt-time appearance while they still can.

If you’re looking for a gift for the old man, this might just be the ticket. It’s $140. Maybe I should send this blog to my daughters, and if you are a family man, feel free to do likewise. Because you sure don’t want to hear any of us old guys singing about how we can’t get no satisfaction.

Dr “I Try And I Try And I Try” Gerlich

Audio Blog

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