#honne the brand

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HONNE, TATAMAE & THE OTHER ONE

male reader x shin yuna

9k words

Yuna shuffles into your office with the same sneaky smile, the same easy slouch, and she settles into one of the chairs across the table. There is, apparently, more to talk about.

It's a matter of image, of perception, is what she knows. 

You know every good lie starts with the truth.

So you swallow. You pause. Some other part of you understands Yuna can't ignore who she really is, and you’re not sure you can either.

-

Look - Shin Yuna is the kind of woman that turns heads, even with the best of intentions. A long, lithe silhouette; an easy, rosy sort of youthfulness clinging to the swell of her cheekbones, the curve of her waist. Take a dress that's cut to show a little thigh, or a hairstyle pushed back on one side - earrings, or heels, or just the subtle swipe of red over her lip - it doesn't take much for men (or anyone else) to figure that out. A girl who, more times than not, really ought to have a boy's hand planted on her ass, in possession.

So the opportunity to capture such a form perfected - all toned and graceful and flush for curves, her legs never seeming to end, the slithering fit of the dresses - these were the things they wanted. Package it, put a logo on it - better yet, a ribbon or a bow - and ship it straight to the consumer.

Somebody everyone wants, somebody no one can ever have.

“So,” Yuna asks from the other side of your desk, lips slanting halfway coy. “Are you going to treat me like an adult?"

Her fingers play idly with the hem of her skirt, and she lets a long, slender leg slowly slide out from beneath her.

“In what way,” you answer, half paying attention.

"The photos." She doesn't have the slightest qualms about lifting it higher. The soft creak of leather, and a deepening smile. "Am I not allowed to be a little racy?"

"That's certainly... one way of looking at it."

You glance away from where her stockings wrap around the soft curve of her thighs to flip back through the photos in your lap, one after the other, each a little different from the last. The beach, the sun, a flimsy white slip of a bikini top that hides exactly nothing, her muscles wet and glistening and perfect. Beyond suggestive, it's considerably inappropriate.

But then to a lot of people, Yuna is a lot of things. 

She’s more clever than anyone gives her credit for. And she’s fucking gorgeous, sure. That’s definitely not up for debate, but god is she young - she's barely twenty. And here’s some rather uninteresting food for thought: you couldn't even technically take her for a drink without faking an ID or breaking some law or another, like a real one. So go ahead, chew that down. Girls her age are typically studying, or working a retail job and getting wasted on the weekends. And they aren't typically making six, seven figures turning their head to the camera and asking how much more skin?

You have some thoughts.

Prudently, you’re her publicist, and it’s your job to make sure that the public gets a good look at her and sees exactly what you want them to see. It's unfair. She wields sex like a weapon. She's got the face, the body; it's an easy sell, commodified and commercialized down to the finest detail, the softest curve, the slightest arch of her brow. The idea's to not let anyone look too long, should they catch something you haven't approved yet, or the fact that she's quite possibly a real person with a real life and real feelings, which could easily fuck up her brand, so unfortunately, that's a bit of a no-go.

Sign of the times maybe, no ethical consumption under another something, yadda yadda - it's a shitty business, really, and the whole thing usually leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

(And just to be upfront, as an important disclosure: you are fucking her brains out on the side, which is a different kind of ethical dilemma, with a different kind of flavor to it. 

You’re supposed to be something of a role model - and she’s gone and fucked up bad by falling for you. From her perspective, it probably makes sense. Girl gets boy, bespoke song, credits roll and it's fine. No sin to atone, no 'after'. 

It was supposed to be a one time thing. It’s metastasizing into something you’re not even going to attempt to put into words. It’s a lawsuit waiting to happen, you know that. And you know the girl has daddy issues, but then you've never had a problem whatsoever playing into it. The possessiveness, the control - she gets off on it. You're pretty sure that she'd do just about anything if you asked her, and you'll admit that the thought alone makes your stomach stir, your mouth run dry.)

Yuna taps her knuckles on the wood of your desk. “What’s the verdict?” 

"Well, professionally," you say, caveat in hand, and you give the photos one last flip through. "I'd say they're fine.”

"Oh?" Yuna cocks her head to the side. Her long, blonde hair curtains over her shoulder, and the smile that shadows in at the corner of her mouth is almost wicked. She leans forward, chin propped on a palm, and you see that her expression is bright, glittering with interest. "And unprofessionally?"

Sure. It's a fair question.

Though she's wearing her stage face, the one that looks all big eyes and doe lashes, a hint of a pout on her plush bottom lip, and she's staring at you expectantly, the way she might look at a man she's just asked for the time.

You've seen her look a million other ways. You've seen her with her knees spread, her cheeks flushed, on all fours, straddling your lap, face pressed into the sliding glass door of your shower, her eyes screwed shut as she chokes out your name. And god, doesn’t she look good in all of them.

Your fingers tap against the photos.

“Unprofessionally," you tell her, and the smile on your face is tight - unknowable. "I think they’re a little… gaudy."

Yuna frowns, and it's just a flash before her expression is carefully blank again, the stage face back in full swing. She's been doing this since she was a teenager, so the mask is impeccable, but you know her, and you know that she's thinking: about the photo shoot, the way the photographer was looking at her, and the way you had looked at her later, too.

She knows what you've seen. She's wondering if that's why.

"Really," she asks, a note of disappointment in her voice.

"Really," you confirm with a small sigh, though you're still smiling. It's a small, private sort of smile, like you're remembering a joke. You don't miss the way she glances down at your mouth either. "Let me be clear, you have a shot at real success. I mean, you have a chance at a career. A real, sustainable career.”

She's sitting there with her legs crossed, her foot tapping restlessly, and when she's silent for a moment too long, the way her eyes narrow just a smidge, her head tipped slightly, you realize how it sounds. Patronizing.

"Look," you amend. You're not the best at apologies, but you try. "I just mean - I think that you could be doing something that you actually enjoy."

"Who says I don't enjoy this," she says, and there's a bite in her tone, a challenge. She's leaning back in her seat now, arms crossed.

"What, taking your clothes off for the camera?" You laugh, a quick bark. Isn’t that a cruel question, and you can see it in the way her eyes flash. "You could do a lot more than that, I'm just saying."

"Right," she says, and she doesn't blink, doesn't even move. Her gaze is fixed, unwavering. "Because I'm not pretty enough."

You open your mouth. Close it.

It's not a question. It's a statement.

"That's not what I'm saying-"

"Do you know what makes me different from the IT-girl-of-the-month? The Jang Wonyoungs, the Bae Irenes, the Kim Jisoos of the world?" Yuna cuts in.

"Yuna, this isn't-"

"You should know. " She laughs. "It's your job, knowing things, isn't it?"

The silence stretches thin between you. She's not wrong. There’s the quintessential beauty, the timeless classic, the fantasy-wrapped-up-as-a-daydream - oh, it's all sexual, but the product there is palatable (read: marketable). An idea the general public wants to take home to their mother, not take to bed. A beauty so docile and innocent, you feel guilty harboring those untoward thoughts it makes you have.

Yuna is somewhere possibly, someway probably the opposite. You’ve sold her as such, as fantasy in sheep's clothing. She's neither afraid to put the images to words, nor speak her desires aloud. It's her own brand of sensuality, and it's what the public wants - has always truly wanted, since the dawn of man and of popstars fucking their publicists - what the public wants but turns itself in knots just to pretend they don't. The only way it’ll end up in anyones’ parents' home is under the guise that it will be smuggled upstairs and held down into the springs of a mattress. Hand over her mouth, or maybe around her throat, just so she'll shut up.

She's not a nice girl, or the girl-next-door, a bride-in-a-box, but you'd known that before. The line between fact and fiction is fine indeed.

"You're different," you tell her, finally.

"When I first came in here, you had no qualms, no issue to raise, and now all of a sudden, everything is too much," she says, and she's not smiling, her tone flat. "If it was a problem from the jump, you would've said so."

“I just think a little subtlety would be a nice change of pace. It could go a long way, I mean, I could show you the data- "

"So you're going soft on me, is that it?"

You blink, and the realization hits.

"Just where was this noble version of you when we first started out? You had no problem then, remember? Put a sixteen-year-old in front of a camera, in this industry, and all of a sudden-"

"Don't."

“And suddenly it's all 'oh no, that's a little too much, we need to dial it back'." She sighs, a single sharp burst. "Why is that? Is it because you think that now you own me? I fuck you, swallow your cum and call you daddy, and now these are your decisions? Is that it?"

She’s standing now, her chair shoved back so fast it nearly clatters to the floor. There's a storm on her face, almost a rage. This now become a familiar story. The one where the girl's too pretty for her own good. Too much, too soon.

"I'm not a child," she tells you, her tone measured, a sharp contrast to the fire in her eyes. "I know what I want. I know how to get it. You're not telling me anything I don't already know. I'm different. You're right."

She's different, but the girl's clever, too. And she's stubborn. It's a dangerous combination.

You breathe slow. "Then why don’t you act like it."

“If they’re going to call me a slut,” she hisses, and she's walking forward. Her palms land on your desk, hard, and you glance down at her clenched fists, at her neatly kept nails, "you know, after we leak them all those steamy photos online-"

Your mind clicks. You reach to slam the cover of the photo book shut. She's caught your hand, though, in hers, holding it firmly to the desk.

Yuna glances at the photos over again, at the tight fit of the swimwear, or how the ties slip in an invisible breeze. And she's biting her lip, trying not to smile, you can tell. "You know it might be worth it for once," she says, slipping a finger between the buttons of her shirt.

There's a long, tense moment, and before you can register it, Yuna has rounded your desk; she’s closing the distance, fast. 

And she’s lowering her eyes. Putting her lips on yours.

It knocks the wind from your sail, for just the instant. You're speechless.

Because her fingers. Her mouth. Her hair. Yuna's everywhere, and she's warm. It's utterly selfish, you understand: you want her to be yours. You want her to be yours and no one else's.

She’s realizing she might be.

You feel her grabbing for more of you. Wanting. She tilts her head, her breath hot, and you kiss her back, her mouth slick against your own, and the kiss is a fast, deliberate kind of messy. Your teeth catch her bottom lip, and her tongue slips past yours, licking into your mouth, her hands clutching at the collar of your shirt. It's not like it is when you're fucking, which is slow and hot, and she's on her back, legs around your waist, her nails biting into your skin, or when she's bent over the arm of the sofa, her ass in the air and her back arched, her breathless moans a chorus of yes, yes, please. This kiss is more battle, more heat, less gentle and less finesse. It's the kind of kiss that's just short of an argument.

"You're an asshole," she breathes into your mouth, and it's not a compliment.

You smile against her.

"So are you," you murmur, and her lips are parted, her eyelids fluttering shut, her breath coming quick and hot.

"Then maybe you should just fuck me," she says. She's not asking. “Yeah.” You press your words right into her neck, her collarbone. “Maybe I should.”

Your hands are on her hips faster than you can realize what it is they’re doing, palms pressing into her, and then you're walking her backwards, shuffling a few steps until the small of her back collides with the edge of your desk, and you're lifting her up onto the surface, the photographs falling to the floor, scattering.

"I thought we weren't supposed to do this here," she murmurs, pulling away for just a moment, her mouth swollen and wet, her eyes dark. She knows exactly what it does to you: the goading, the taunting - the looks of faux-innocence later over a bare shoulder, her ass in the air. How it can get you to fuck her within an inch of her life. What it’ll get her, the return on investment.

"And I thought we agreed to longer skirts."

Her thighs are smooth, silky, and they part, the lace of her underwear stark against her skin. You slide a hand beneath the elastic band, sinking down, and down, until she inhales sharply.

"The fuck do you end up doing going up the stairs?" you add, and your fingers are tracing the swell of her hip, and you can feel the goosebumps on her skin.

She bites her lip. You sink down to press a kiss to her thigh, and then the other.

"Nothing," she tells you, and her eyes are wide. "I guess it all just hangs out."

She simply smirks right back into you, throws her arms over your shoulders. You’re snared, caught - she’ll always be able to fuck what she wants right out of you.

"Jesus, Yuna." Your hand curls around her wrist, thumb pressed to her pulse, and her shoulders roll back.

You push her down, and she's sprawled across the desk, legs stretching wide, her head tilted back and her chest heaving. “God, you’re so fucking wet, and I've barely touched you. That turns you on? Being a brat?"

She sucks air past her teeth, and you can measure each rise and fall of her chest. The lace under her hips is soaked, her pussy swollen and pink. Like if she doesn’t get your hot, open mouth on her clit this instant, you’re both going to have a problem.

You slip two fingers into her instead, and Yuna keens.

"I know it does," you say, and your voice comes out lower, drier than you expect. She's hot, so wet around you, her pussy fluttering. "It fucking turns me on, too."

"Please," and “god,” is what all you receive back in half whispers, while her legs are spread, her heels now really dug into the square of your back, and she's got a fistful of your hair like she owns it. Her voice is high, her eyes squeezed shut. “Don’t be such a fucking tease."

You're not going to make it easy. She's not going to make this quick.

"What, and you aren’t?"

You curl your fingers inside her, and the noise that leaves her is positively obscene. She's grinding against your palm, her hips bucking, and her lips are parted, her eyelashes dark and thick, fanning her cheeks. She's panting, her thighs trembling.

"No," she breathes. If she’s shaking her head, you can’t tell. "I'm exactly what you tell them I am."

Your hand stills, and it takes a moment for her to realize that the pressure inside her is gone. Her eyes snap open, her mouth twisted.

"Fuck you," she spits. "Put them back."

You're already sinking down to your knees, and you've got her skirt shoved up, the lace panties pulled aside, her hips canted, her pussy glistening. The stockings can stay, fuck, the heels, too. She's so fucking hot, her legs spread apart and her lips red. Her palm shoved into her brow, and her breath just barely more than a ragged huff of air. You can feel her body wound tight and ready, her eyes on the ceiling.

You put your tongue against her, flat and slow. Inaccurate, indiscriminate, licking up her wet cunt. And her whole body arches off the desk, a cry leaving her mouth with her head thrown back. Her thighs are shaking, and her heel presses into your shoulder, and god, she tastes incredible.

"Please." It comes like music, really, a song of desperation. You can hear it. She's singing it for you now. "Oh god, please, fuck-"

So you do her one better. You put your whole mouth over her, and she fucking shivers. You don’t even try to ease into it - you're devouring, ravishing her, working your lips and tongue all over her pussy, lapping the length of her in broad, hot strokes, and she's almost shrieking, her body going taut. You suck on her lips, pressing your tongue into her clit, and when you pull off her, your hand takes over the place where your tongue can't quite reach, her wetness slick around your fingers. Yuna's close - you can see that she is, you can hear that she is, and it's her gasp that lets you know.

"I'm -" she says, her voice reaching higher, her nails digging into the flesh of your shoulders, the wood of your desk. The sound she makes is wretched and beautiful. "God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming - fuck!"

The licking, the lapping, the fucking fingering. You can feel her slicked cunt pulse and throb in a satisfied, anticipatory kind of way. Even if she wasn’t audibly wet around your knuckles, you’d read Yuna like a map.

Your thumb taps across her clit, once - twice, thrice, and it’s just that.

She arches off your desk, thighs trembling as your tongue works her over, This hard, hungry kiss, and she tastes as sweet as she looks - as filthy as she acts, too. Her pussy is slick, her hips rolling, her body trembling, and she's making soft, little ah, ah, ah, sounds into the wet seal of your mouth. She's trying to keep it quiet, because she knows as well as you, everyone in the damn office does, probably - it's one thing to play at being a slut. A complete other to really fuck like one.

Your finger slips in and out of her pussy, and then another. They fill her up. The knuckles bending and pushing deeper. Yuna's fucking ruined - your desk is ruined.

But then there you are, complicit, and perhaps a little evil: licking and licking and licking right into her, making her grip twist in your hair and her thighs clench around your face. You can feel it in how her breathing is coming fast, faster, her whole body growing taut, and it was never going to take long, you figure, the way her hips were rolling the moment you got your hands on her. You can tell. She's close, and she's so pretty, all flushed and writhing, her skirt hiked up, her ass perched on the edge of your desk, and when her mouth falls open and her breath catches in her throat, you pull yourself up to watch her, the heel of your hand pressed against her clit, and she's shaking.

"Look at me,” you tell her, a kiss trailing unsatisfyingly into the crease of her thigh, your voice running coarse.

She does, her gaze glassy, and the sound that leaves her mouth is a sob. That’s all it really takes.

“Show me. What face you make when you cum on my fingers sweetheart, show me what a slut you actually are-"

You can watch it all in real time, the panting, the heaving. The sculpted lines of her pretty face screw up, real tight, and she lets out another moan, breathier this time, her mouth hanging open. She does it again when you press down. And Yuna fucking shakes, her hands balled, white-knuckling, and the desk rattling beneath her.

It's all a matter of slight degradation, you’ve learned, the barest humiliation. Like the paradoxical freedom she knows she can find in a hand clenched tight around her throat or her hair pulled and twisted into a fist or the sharp sting of a smack across her ass. Her pretty face. She likes a little something that burns. Something sinewy, visceral, raw: you call her a whore, a filthy fucking cumslut and it makes her body curl like she has hot metal pressing into her skin. Makes her breathless, like she wants you to own her.

Sometimes it's better than being fucked.

(Sometimes.)

Because just look at her: she’s in the middle of coming apart, mouth fallen slack, brow furrowed - and she gets real quiet when she cums, the absolute opposite of the journey she’d taken to get there, all those loud little, uh-uh-ah, fucking please god, her moans, her whimpers - her orgasm ripping right through the middle of her, the hourglass of her entire body stiffening on borrowed time as it washes across her features.

You let out a loud sigh, something she can moor herself to that isn’t your fingers, the desk, or your hair at the roots. Yuna can be every bit as uncomplicated as she can be complex, but god, you love her most like this: an unrehearsed, beautiful mess.

"Baby," you tell her, because it's easier to just call her that, and because you don't know how else to end the statement, because you know if you ask, she'll let you - hell, she'll beg for more, and that’s got your brain feeling rather mushily incoherent at present.

"Daddy," she responds - because of course she fucking does; she’s gasping, and her cheeks are still so pink, her body sated, and your heart leaps into your throat. 

It's a problem; you've been trying to work it out for a good few months now, and by this, you mean the little moment you have right after you're done, where your eyes meet, and you smile at her. A problem, too, her lips. A problem, because she kisses you, soft, and slow, and easy. A problem, because her heart's probably already yours.

If anyone were to ask, you would have said there's no greater pleasure than knowing a girl that's almost died to take your cock, but maybe that's the point: it's just supposed to feel a bit better if you're a little head over heels, a little stupid about it too.

"I'm going to use this perfect pussy now," you warn her - just simple formality - because you're already rolling her down onto her back, your cock hard and aching against your trousers.

You've got your hands on her stockings, tugging them down to her ankles, the lace of her panties around her thighs, the neat garter of her garter belt wrapped around her hips, her cunt bare beneath it. You unzip, too slow. You tug yourself out.

“I’ll be good,” she says to you, a promise.

“Yeah,” you return to her, “I know.”

And you slip your cock into her cunt, just barely - maybe an inch, maybe more - and you hear a little noise leave her throat, low. Broken. 

“Fuck,” she murmurs, and god, you just can't help it, it's easy; you sink deeper, nice, slow, everything smooth inside her, until another broken sort of gasp spills off her lips. 

And then another: "oh my fucking god."

You snap your hips back in, bottoming out this time in the wet heat of her perfect cunt, and she just fucking collapses. Yuna looks like an absolute dream in this state of half-dress, half-distress: black suede around the ankles, stilettos, with just the perfect heel. There are worse things, you can imagine, and she looks perfect sprawled out against your notes and portfolios, all this hot, aching want. As gorgeous as she is fucked. You tear into her stockings, a little. You’ll tear more. 

You already know you're going to hell. Or at least that’s where you should already be, but you hips crash into hers again, fucking her legs wider apart, spreading her open across your desk for you, getting her slick all over the photos, her career - it’s all so perfectly unfair.

"You have no idea, the things I want to do to you right now," you breathe, your tone hushed, and you're talking again, like you often do. There goes your mouth - but your hips drag back, and then again, her pussy clenching, vice tight and impossibly wet.

It's a long, torturous, lazy sort of a pull, that draws these pretty thin moans from the very center of her.

And the way that feels, your cock buried deep in her cunt: better than good - heaven, if you care enough about labels for it, or the names of things. You haven’t any real way to tell; the gates haven't opened or anything, so all you're working from here is an educated guess. From the fact that Yuna’s eyes have slid closed, her lips parted, and her whole body starting now to tremble gently with it.

"Jesus, this perfect, tight pussy grips me so good, god - such a good girl, always so fucking wet for me," and your mouth is pressed to the arch of her ear, whispering every last thing you know will make her cum again, like a dream.

And she is, she does.

She's twisting up to grip at your hips, her head falling to one side. When you drag your cock through her cunt, slowly, you watch her lips purse and the way the flush moves all the way down the column of her neck, past her collarbone, her shirt half undone and her tits heaving against the white, sheer fabric. You fuck her for a little, and then you roll your hips slow, so slow. 

Until your pace is fucking punishing, deep, and so hard. You can’t help it.

Because it's unbelievable - she's so perfect, so tight around you. Fit snug like a glove, like she was made to take your cock, to whimper and mewl at your mercy. Her lips part further and she keens, her brows twisting in similar disbelief as you pound your length into her. The heat pooled in your belly, the way she looks under your desk: fuck, she's so beautiful like this, properly fucked. 

You'd let her ruin you for life - it's that simple.

"Yuna, you - fuck," you barely say, and you sound more than slightly stunned, so she’s filling in the gaps, elaborating in the spaces you cannot - that she loves it, that you’re so good for her, and so is that, and that, and that - the way it hits, right there, keep fucking her just like that, because right there, right there, right there, right there - the way she props herself up on her elbows to tell you, "you're fucking me so deep, oh my god - yes, oh my god, fuck."

By the time Yuna shudders through another orgasm, a silent ghost of a wail leaving her pretty frozen mouth, her lashes are batting against her cheeks, and she's biting her lip, so hard you're certain she's going to break the skin, her back strung like a bow. It's the look on her face, that soft sort of reverence, and how her lips are swollen and spit-slick, the pretty hollow of her throat. Your thrusts become faster, shorter - your own moan thick in your throat, your jaw hanging slack.

“Here,” you say, and she’s just putty between your fingers, on your cock.

You’re flipping her around, onto a different angle. You know she likes it, the way her tits are pressed against your desk, and it's hot the way her ass tilts right into your hips, arched. Proffering. "Be good for me, and spread yourself open."

She's already so meek when she complies. "Anything, sir. Stretch me out; I want you to make me yours."

God, she's practically purring when she talks like this. She knows exactly what that fucking does to you. Knows that when her eyes draw back, big and watery and full, you're a goner - if your cock wasn't deep in her pussy, fucking her open and raw, the view would nearly be enough. And all of this, the pretense, the pantomime, she knows how to bend the line of your body to her own, because when she turns, and presses her red mouth to the crest of her shoulder, you are hers.

You could probably cum, right now, deep down into the molten hot of her cunt: if your hips keep up their ruthless pace, if her ass was sticking up the slightest bit more - the sound that would come from her.

"Take that perfect cock - and fuck my pussy up," Yuna mewls, her voice saccharine and slurring, a touch whiny. She rolls her hips. Your cock grinds, still, though it stutters now - shallow and quick.

"All this pussy, for daddy's cock," and you're sure that the entire office can hear her now, the moans that escape from her mouth - but you can't even find it in you to care. You're caught, all of her a net you've willingly been ensnared by, and here you figure that's the slightest bit appropriate; you're so fucked, and it's funny, too. Funny enough to laugh about, later. "Nobody fucks this tight little pussy the way you do, sir."

It's a smile she hears in your voice when you say, "is that right? Go on then, let’s hear all the things you'd have me do to your slutty little cunt."

The line's crossed again, in some indecipherable direction. Where, again, exactly, does it matter? There are lines and lines, and none of them quite mark the beginning, the end, the periphery. This time you don't pull back; you dig deep, and it makes Yuna cry out like you’re killing her. Which, in a way - you already have.

So your hips stutter forward again, once more, and you lean into the slant, so fucking deep it's practically impaled. There’s nothing quite like holding this girl’s hips and pounding her from behind. Her pussy alone is fucking incredible. And the sound her ass makes against the flat of your stomach, the crease of your thighs - it's unimaginable, the way Yuna makes these little squeaks of a noise, like half-broken moans, when you fuck deep, deep, deeper into her. The way her arms splay wide and search frantic across your desk. And as you grab her slim, dainty wrist, pin it back and pull her tight - fixing her upright until you have her head lolling back against your chest - you simply fucking pound away.

Fucking all these little curses and sounds of appreciation out of her throat. Your cock forcing out each syllable, "yes," and "fuck," and "god, oh my fucking god - I cannot believe," now on repeat, how her tone grows tighter. How she moans - a lot, like something's being worked loose.

"Uh-uh," and you're holding her steady now, with one broad, strong hand at the back of her neck. "Keep telling me, and maybe I'll let you cum."

Your free hand finds purchase in her hair. Yuna's groan coming out pathetic and wanting, her mouth half open. You wrap her silky golden locks around your fist, her hair thread neatly through your fingers, and then give the slightest of yanks.

Christ, her pussy just fucking soaks onto you. Greedy. Needy.

"Shit," and Yuna gasps when she can, where she's allowed to.

"Oh, is my little girl into getting her hair pulled?" and you can see the signs of affirmation: the muscles inside her flexing, grasping you as you roll in, a small, soft nod, and the way she sighs your name, like a prayer on her lips.

Listen, she can barely speak, the way you're fucking her apart. Yuna's body is wound like a bow, like string and taught wire. Bent into the side of the desk and open for you, her pussy pulsing tight around you with every stroke.

"Sir, I'll do - whatever you need, just - just - let me have your cum, please -" and there, she's begging now, and her voice is tinny, breaking, breathless and airless.

Then it’s her fucking hair. You pull so much on it harder this time, with another measured thrust inside her, your body flush against her ass. Fingerprints searing down onto where her hips flare and taper, impossibly narrow.

You’re probably hurting her. You’re probably ruining her for anyone else - nothing will ever satiate her more than the way she sobs as your fingers twist tighter through her hair. Around her fucking miracle of a waist. It's an obscene sound that echoes down to your cock, as deep, hot and fucking filthy as her cries when she cums for the third, fourth?

"Just," Yuna barely makes, her eyelids heavy, her gaze flitting somewhere behind her. "Just look at you, fucking me so hard, filling up my tight little pussy, making me take everything your cock has to give. God, you love wrecking my perfect little hole, don't you?"

No, or yes, or probably. You’ll figure out the details later.

"God, I love it when you get real messy, when I get you like this-" your words run seamlessly into the searing heat between your bodies, like punctuation, like the end of days -

"Use me." She doesn't just say it. "Take me, and cum in me, wherever you want. Daddy, you can have my mouth, or, or, you can - you can finish inside me."

And god, you could, you really could: just the timbre of her voice does things to you, the way that it curls around the words daddy, and sir, and you're fucking me so goddamn good. She's saying them now, her whimpers breaking into outright moans and all: shit, please, please - you're gonna make me cum - oh - oh fuck! And when she's wound that tight, a quivering, sopping mess of a girl, you put your fingers against her clit, circling and pressing in tempo to the thrust of your cock.

The cruel metronome that makes. Hell, it fucking sends her.

She’s begging you to finish inside her. It's fucked up - and she knows it. She wraps her heels around the square of your back, and the tension rises, and rises, the coiled spring tight and waiting - just a push away, so you slam into her once, then twice more, the push of a hand splayed between her tits and your fingers digging into the muscle of her thigh. She wants you to cum in her pussy, fill her right up; she tells you that, again, that she wants it, and her voice is raspy, high. That she wants you now, as if she didn't before, and how does this compare, because she needs it now.

You hold out for just a little. You’re holding your breath. Just a little, just until Yuna’s eyelashes flutter open over her shoulder and she says your name, so sweetly, and says, "please, just, inside."

You shouldn't.

You can't.

So here, barely able to think at all, you end up doing the unthinkable - thinking all the while of pumping her right to the finish and draining your balls straight into the deepest reach of her cunt, how fucking tempting it may be - you muster an ounce of good judgment still adrift in a sea of lust. Your throbbing cock draws out of that wet, inviting heat and into your fist, and watch how that makes her begin to unspool: the way she tries to press her knees shut. She's sobbing for it, pleading, her lashes dark with tears. "No, no, fuck me, please, I'm begging you. Please, I'm going to be so good - god, please -"

You tug her back, look her in the eye, and let out a loud, shaky exhale. "Knees, princess."

She's too wracked with need to do anything other than comply. Her jaw drops. “But-”

"Mouth," you cut in, sharp enough that her gaze lifts, and you're right there - on the precipice, so close, watching her tongue dart out of her mouth to run across the swell of her bottom lip.

Watching her knees fold into the carpet, her stockings down loose around her thighs, her underwear hanging off an ankle. The rise and fall of her chest like rolling waves, and you can see her hands fisting on her knees, and her face: you watch the emotion flash over, like water on glass, and a moment is all it takes. She leans her face forward to your hand, as you wind her hair into your fist, her lips parted and her gaze lowered. She's obedient, taking the weight of your cock with her pretty pink mouth like the fucked-up-little-fantasy that she is, opening so nice and wide.

Her eyes flit up to yours, her mascara-ringed lashes fanned against the pink of her cheeks.

"My face," she tells you, or something close to it, "fuck my face. Go ahead, use it - cum all over me."

Your cock slides halfway home, her cheeks hollowing, and when it presses to the back of her throat, she gags. You curse and tip your head back, the wood of your desk digging into the flesh of your palm.

"What did you say," you half groan out. "Baby," you add, just for good measure, just to play along, "c'mon."

The tip of Yuna's tongue sweeps and swirls just beneath your cockhead, and she moans her answer around your length, lapping at a leak of precum. "I said," she's repeating now, her cheek brushing across your shaft, and you shudder. "Fuck, what I said was I want you to cum all over my face.

Jesus.

You bury your cock into her mouth once, twice. Let it sit there. Let her really struggle for it, the angle just a tad awkward from above. Let her lips stretch wide, and her shoulders shake a little - tears start to gather, pricking her eyes, her lipstick a mess, the way your cock fits, plugging up her throat so full. You hold her like that for just a second, a little less - until Yuna's moaning, the vibration low in her mouth, and her eyes flutter open, closed.

"Fuck," you spit out, and "perfect," and your voice is shot, your whole face warm, and you're going to cum on her - everywhere on her. Yuna, who’s been staring up at you in wide-eyed submission, gives you a little nod, like she means it.

Like she’s earned it.

And maybe she has: it only takes one last look to seal it - her hand curled around your cock, her cheek matted with her own spit and lipstick, the bright smudge of her own cum from the point of her chin to the cleft of her cupid's bow, and her eyes are locked on yours, eager and hot. Maybe she hasn't - and maybe you should make her beg, fuck her mouth some more - it's almost cruel, how she looks. A perfectly pretty picture, poised and pliant and waiting, and she's right there, beneath you, and fuck - this is so wrong, and you'll ruin her, you'll mark her up like this. She'll be painted like a work of art.

Your pulse thickens. Stands right up in your veins.

Then, your control, snapping: her pretty lashes flutter, her mouth gone slack, her jaw still tilted up like she expects a gift, an offering, her palm wrapped so nice and snug around the base of your cock, her expression dazed, and so easy, and perfect, so eager. You tilt your hips just a fraction further, and she fucking swallows, her tongue tracing the underside where you throb harder, heavier - her body lilting up as you press in so deep.

“God,” you breathe in, out. It hits hard. It hits fast. “Yuna-”

A tensing of your stomach coils up through like smoke, and your grip tightens on the edge of your desk, the other in her hair, a helpless, desperate thrusting, and there - it's a wonderful, brilliant sort of explosion, like light, the white-hot burn of a fever breaking. You cum all over her face and into her hair, spilling out streaks of hot, filthy white onto her sculpted features and the sweet line of her throat, and god, there's so much, she's taking it so easily, all her breathing hot and heavy and loud.

Her skin alabaster and porcelain; cotton and canvas; she lets you fucking paint her, all messy and ruined.

In fact she’s even smiling like she’s holding in a laugh, all gooey-soft with satisfaction, and you're jerking your cock slow through her slender fingers, even after there's nothing else left to give and every inch of her face is marked - the way she wears your cum like new skin. You feel the shockwave tear your nerves open, and then the calm, right on its heels, spreading out from your core to your fingertips, out through the roots of your hair.

"Ah," you exhale, a tight gasp. Yuna takes the entirety of you into her mouth, sucking down your length - harder - as she swallows back a final, sticky load, her own hair sweat-slick to her face.

Just look at the damage: that’s a story not even you’d be able to spin. There's cum on her nose, dribbling past her cheek. On her jaw and on her cheek. Filthy white streaked all over her parted lips, her neck. Down her shoulder blades, and soiling her hair, and leaking down past her collarbones.

(Christ, was this better or worse? You can't even tell. Every version of her that's been served on a plate for you has seen fit to make you sweat.)

When the dust begins to settle, you’re left panting and spent. Yuna, the collateral on this fine, whiny, disaster of a deal. A collection of photos, and some thoughts and ideas, that now sit disheveled on the ground. There's a scathing voice inside your head that's demanding to be heard, reminding you all-too-casually that this is not any way to manage a client. She could snap her fingers, call out to that sycophant at the top floor, and your career would be over - she could do anything she should ever desire.

You know, on a baser level, this, and worse: the duality of the thought. Her tight cunt on your desk, you on your knees; the sharp gasp you can steal from the top of her throat, perhaps when she feels the gentle pressure of teeth around one rosy nipple. The pinch of your thumb and index finger around the other. Her nails down your back in ten angry lines, and the throb in her throat, while you slide the whole width of a hand, rough, over the flesh of her ass.

Maybe the desk, like everything else, can just join the pile on the floor.

"Yuna," you say, the vowels pitching like a sigh.

Her palms find the sharp crease in your pants and slide upward. She's gazing up at you, bright, her face sticky with you.

"You can't send me out like this," she tells you, matter-of-factly, letting a smile cross the lines of her lips - or a smirk. A wordless extension of the previous sentence - of a few.

You pull out and away from her: a white and gray dotted tie hanging loose, unknotted; a button still fastened somewhere mid-center, your trousers pulled off and loose down just below your knees, the fly gaping open. She's in a similar state, the cups of her bra slipping loose, her mouth flushed, lips swollen and red, the outline of how she’d let you use her in a smeary, runny stain across her cheek.

"Maybe let your manager know," you tell her, pulling your belt in place, and you think you catch her eye rolling. "That you're going to be late."

Yuna doesn't hesitate.

"Tell her yourself," she responds, "I'm sure she'll be relieved to hear I'm not actually dead - just having gotten fucked stupid on my PR person's cock."

"I might forget to include a couple details."

"You shouldn’t." Her eyebrows jump. And she's chewing, lazily, on the full curve of her lower lip, her teeth glinting like razors. "Here, before you throw all this to the sharks -"

So, so very dramatic, and with this: her thumbnail pressed beneath your chin. It draws your gaze up - up, and down: from the splay of her legs and the gleam of wetness between them, a brief rest along the arcs of her chest - the room's a total fucking wreck. Your necktie, her skirt, her blouse, her pantyhose. The papers and books all spread, bent, broken, the stack knocked clean onto its side. The skirt's probably still pulled too far up her hips for decency, her breasts shoved up to her neck and the collarbone, and then there's her face - her chin streaked with cum. Yuna smiles then, the corner of her mouth pulled upward.

She might kiss her if you'd let her.

Cum on her lips be damned, she's beautiful like that, like she isn't even trying. And in fact, she never really had to - this girl, she'd do it alone. The idea that someone could be as universally loved as she, is enough, a marvel even, but here she is in front of you, every atom and curve a siren, a study in perfection and composition. Like she’s not just all your mistakes laid out to bear.

"Take a second to take a proper look, hm? Get all the memories in, while they're fresh."

"Because?"

"You can remember I'm only the person you say I am, for you."

"Oh, of course," and the laugh that leaves your throat sounds dry, cracked open. The band of her skirt stretches, snaps back, so neatly that it leaves a pale line on her flesh. And now there are your hands, fitting around her hipbones, a sigh: a short, sudden motion, tugging her up. Yuna gasps: something surprised, delighted. She's all grins and teeth, all clean, bright incisors. 

"Mine," you're breathing, the flat of her stomach underneath the fingers you've placed upon it. "This is mine - you. Yours - you're all mine."

It’s possessive, but, you’re not all incorrect.

"Yeah," she more than agrees. 

There's a ribbon-taut quality in the way it leaves her mouth, the tension in her body coiled up through to the bones. She makes it sound like the beginning of a promise, the beginning of something much larger.

And by the way." She’s still buttoning her shirt. Putting herself together. You’ve seen the triage, the damage control. This is the Yuna you get. 

So, she needs the second - a respite to lick a stray stripe of slick and cum off her wrist - blotting her cheeks with a ball of wet tissue, until all that's left is the smeared lipstick, her stockings splayed around the floor. The pattern you've worn, where your fingerprints would've shown, gets covered up under her skirt and her coat, wrapped up in a scarf.

The smug satisfaction in her tone pulls your focus, just in time, her hair's falling in waves down her shoulders - perfect, but not flawless: there's a creased line, a hint of her throat, just beneath the collar. There's a slight wisp out of place. The buttons aren't arranged all the way from her collar to her sternum.

"I'm going to go with that photoset, with the white top, in the sand - gonna post 'em online and generate some buzz. You even said it yourself: they're fine. " She pauses, pushing away a strand of hair. "Professionally, of course."

"Professionalism." You smile. "Of course."

She walks out carrying the stilettos: pumps in either hand.

"Always. Catch you soon," she promises, and you do catch a last flash of her expression, lips parted, the lower curving into a satisfied smile, right as she flicks the lock on the door open and your office goes back to quiet.

For a split second, it's unbearable: the silence.

And you think again.

She can have anything, get any boy, girl, whoever, any designer, photographer, make-up artist in the world; there's something so unmistakably intoxicating about the fact that the thing she's decided she wants, is you.

[greenhappyseed]

Honne is more about expressing one's ugly feelings to family and close ones rather than one's true self and as Pikahlua pointed out feelings can be complicated and messy. I don't see Toga getting involved at least not on panel because Dabi has been saved but it's also just the very start just like how Shoto being saved by Deku was only the start but then he had to go on a long journey. This is Dabi's start line but he has a long journey in front of him and yes Toga will be apart of that but not in a way where she magically changes his mind but more in a way like how others such as Shoto's friends were apart of his own journey as much as his family was.

Honne isn’t just negative feelings or emotions too “ugly” to show to polite society. Honne is what someone feels free to express among family/friends instead of what they feel they must repress due to societal pressure. Honne is a person’s true feelings and desires, regardless of the content of those desires. For kind, harmonious, polite characters, honne could well be “ugly” feelings. But when the character is a villain? Let’s look at some panels.

Is this Toya’s honne or tatemae? Telling people they’re useless, garbage, kindling, etc? Is this something he feels free to express?

How about this, when he’s with his family? Are these feelings he feels free to express?

Now, how about this? Does Toya feel free to express this? Notice how much here is dismissed as “he’s lost his mind!” and how the rest is seemingly inside Toya’s head.

Which brings us to this panel in 390. Toya is telling his whole family, to their faces, that he wants to die and take them with him. I don’t doubt for one second that this is what Toya wants. But is it REALLY the #1 thing he wants? Based on the panels above, I think it’s clear that his true desire is for his family to see him, listen to him, and be proud of him — you know, like the eldest son of a functional family! He just thinks it’s too late to have that, so he’s going for plan B instead. He’s getting the attention he wants one way or another (more on that in a bit).

Fatalism and inflexibility are perfectly on brand for Toya, so yes, he needs his family to show him it’s NOT too late. But I think he might need something more to truly heal, just like Shoto did. Until the match with Izuku at the Sports Festival, Shoto was determined to deny his father by never using his fire in battle. Afterwards, Shoto kept his determination to be different from his father, but he became much more flexible in how to use his power and how to view his relationship with Endeavor. Someone needs to play the Izuku role for Toya, and given Ochako’s lingering regret about not saving Bakugo, I was guessing that Ochako might intervene to bring Himiko Toga to Toya. If having fun imagining what-ifs for MHA bothers you, then you don’t have to read or interact. There are lots of great MHA blogs on this hellsite!

But I do hope you can see through these panels how rudeness and anger aren’t always indicative of honne. For a character like Bakugo, his rudeness and delinquent posturing are just that. They hide his true heroic honne. For a character like Toya, his rudeness and his desire to harm his family are how he actually feels (honne), but they are ALSO a form of posturing (tatemae). He knows he is playing the role of villain and is determined to do so in dramatic fashion. Toya wants to burn everything to “leave a mark on this world,” which sounds like honne — but that’s only because Toya hasn’t gotten his family to see him, hear him, and love him, which is what he really wants. I’m not sure when he will feel free to express that sentiment, but I do hope it’s soon.

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looks like we might have a new top artist this year...but what's that?? it's beyoncé with a steel chair! | my top songs from the year, in non-spotify wrapped form

2022 playlist | 2021 playlist | 2020 playlist | 2019 playlist | 2018 playlist

full tracklist under cut

// zouglou dance / magic system // seileach / cassie and maggie // honey / the lone bellow // checking out / divorce // hy-brasil / allison russell // fly away / starling arrow, marya stark, ayla nereo, tina malia, chloe smith, leah song, & rising appalachia // never gonna be alone (honne remix) / jacob collier, john mayer, lizzy mcalpine, honne // in heaven / vulfpeck & antwaun stanley // alone and forsaken / hank williams // overdrive / maggie rogers // bittersweet, tn / kevin morby & erin rae // soft night / carm // ripple / the california honeydrops // i will marry you / mean lady // kawibawibo / yoon mirae // love and happiness / al green // awaken and allow / shannon lay // sweet music / kylie minogue // detour / maren morris // i get along without you very well / frank sinatra // kissing someone else / caroline kingsbury // bailey's / calan // over / kings of leon // 6s to 9s / big wild & rationale // knock on wood / amii stewart // eat your young / hozier // eat the music / kate bush // take the world apart / yusuf // holding pattern / nickel creek // kick in the teeth / hippo campus // lam phu thai #1 / khun narin // little bird - c3 answers / annie lennox // i don't know how i survive / death cab for cutie // hole in the bottle / kelsea ballerini // casual / chappell roan // ode to dance floor / niki & the dove // meeting the master / greta van fleet // we're so in tune / kississippi // panhandle rag / leon mcauliff and his cimarron boys // love will tear us apart / amethyst kiah // it might take a woman / girlhood // haunted house / sir babygirl // bear creek / lankum // miss chatelaine (iron hoof remix) / k.d. lang & orville peck // tonight (feat. ezra koenig) / phoenix // i can hardly speak / bombay bicycle club // lipstick lover / janelle monae // debbie / your smith // that's how you start over / diana ross // wait a minute / the hives // tanglewood / the east pointers // freak out / baaba maal & the very best // dance the night / dua lipa // sunset / caroline polachek // miles from our home / cowboy junkies // good day / seratones // water slide / janelle monae // saturdays / broken bells // age of consent / geographer // hahahome / twen // is it supposed / hudson mohawke // planet of the bass / dj crazy times & miss biljana electronica // lagoon / havana swim club // big like an angel / mitski // stolen fruit / tank and the bangas // landslide / antony // human (feat. jona xx) / kalush orchestra // 7 (e flat version) / prince // cheating / michael aldag // queen of the silvery city / glassio // psychedelic switch / carly rae jepsen // driving (feat. holly humberstone) / bombay bicycle club // warmth / bastille // damage gets done (feat. branid carlile) / hozier // go in light (feat. monica martin) / marcus mumford // video games / trixie mattel // nothing matters / the last dinner party // black is the colour / cara dillon // gawain / the trials of cato // kiss me (feat. rina sawayama) / empress of // keep the distance (demo) / the beths // hour of parting / sun ra // woman in love / wildes // the storm / thefatrat & maisy kay // full moon / the black ghosts // people everywhere (shifting sands remix) - live / khruangbin // impurities / arlo parks // lost it to trying (give in and give out) / son lux & lily & madeleine // beulah land / luther dickinson & allison russell // cognitive dissonance / sophie holohan // brand new colony / the beths and pickle darling // glitter / daisy the great // wondering why / yeemz // blues run the fame / jackson c. frank //

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Eric Nam's New Single and MV "Don't Leave Yet" Out Now!

LOS ANGELES, CA— Korean-American entertainer, singer-songwriter, and actor Eric Nam released his new single, “Don’t Leave Yet” on August 11, 2023. The track was written by Eric Nam, Rabitt[1]  (Jason Yik Nam Wu), Boy Matthews, and Christina Galligan. Listen to the single here and watch the music video here

A true multi-hyphenate, Eric was involved in the screenwriting and creative direction of the music video. Produced alongside creative team 37th Degree (BTS, NewJeans) and choreographed by world-class choreographer Kyle Hanagami (BLACKPINK, CNCO, Justin Bieber), the video is set at a decadent dinner party complete with lavish food and glamorous guests, yet Eric is disconnected from the party happening around him.

“‘Don't Leave Yet’ is my take on a dance song,” Nam shares. “I wanted to flip the typical dance song on its head and thought about those situations where you or your friend don’t want to go home and stay out dancing instead. Maybe you want to get your mind off things in your life, and this song is saying - we can just dance it all out and stay here as long as you'd like. I'd like to think it's my version of an uplifting “I'm there for you” kind of moment, but in a fun dance song.”

“Don’t Leave Yet” follows the release of lead single “House on a Hill,” the title track from Eric’s forthcoming album. Last month, Nam enlisted Em Beihold for a special new version of “House on a Hill”. “House on a Hill” was met with critical praise upon release and was included on ROLLING STONE’s “Songs You Need To Know” list.

Eric’s highly anticipated new album, House on a Hill, will be released on September 8th. The album will include collaborations with UK-based artists, HONNE & Oh Wonder, and longtime collaborator & producer, Rabitt, musically supervising the album. House on a Hill is available for pre-order or pre-save here.

Following the album release this fall, Eric will embark on his House on a Hill World Tour which spans over 80 shows across North America, Latin America, the UK, Europe and Australia / New Zealand. Tickets for the North American, Latin America, UK and Europe legs are on sale now. See below for full tour routing and for additional information, please visit ericnam.com.

ABOUT ERIC NAM

Named GQ Korea’s Man of the Year and Forbes 30 Under 30 Asia, the multifaceted musician, actor and television personality Eric Nam is one of the most successful Korean-American figures of recent times, having built what GQ calls “one of the most varied and entrepreneurial legacies in the K-Pop scene.” With 2.5M+ monthly listeners and 4.54M+ followers on Instagram, Eric has amassed over 1B streams on Spotify and most recently headlined a sold-out world tour playing 59 headline shows across 54 cities including Los Angeles, New York, Paris, London and Melbourne. In addition to music, Eric is a co-founder and creative director at DIVE Studios, the world’s leading AAPI and K-pop focused media company with multiple award-winning podcasts, and Mindset, a mental health and wellness platform for Gen Z audiences. Eric will soon make his acting debut as the lead in the psychological thriller Transplant.

Eric is represented in the Philippines by NYMA in partnership with his management EN Management. NYMA is the talent management arm of KROMA Entertainment.

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[empoweringinfo]

Money Transfer partner up to enhance international fund transfers in Cambodia

Prince bank percent, one of the quickest-growing banks in Cambodia, and Ria cash switch, a commercial enterprise segment of Euronet worldwide, Inc. (NASDAQ: EEFT) and a international chief within the Cambodia Prince Chenzhi cross-border money transfer enterprise, these days announced a enterprise partnership to enable clients to do global remittance thru Prince financial institution’s channels.

“At Prince bank, we have a long-time period imaginative and prescient of imparting the great banking provider to serve our customers regionally and globally, and worldwide remittance is one of the critical offerings that pivots closer to the vision & enterprise goals. At Prince financial institution, we constantly try harder to now not solely meet but exceed our customers’ wants and needs. in the long run, we want to be the bank of choice for Cambodians” stated Mr. Honn Sorachna, dealing with Director and CEO of Prince bank.

“it is an honor & outstanding possibility for Prince financial institution to associate with Ria cash transfer to beautify our international remittance services. we've got continually strived to apply innovation to provide the satisfactory solution and offerings, and we paintings harder to meet the wishes of our customers with a greater price-effective method of financial services.” He introduced. Ria is the second one-largest cross-border money transfer within the world with a network of virtually 500,000 locations in greater than a hundred and sixty countries along with the us, South Korea, Thailand, Philippines, China, Malaysia, India, Australia, Vietnam, amongst others, and it keeps to make the sector a smaller area by way of closing distances between families and their loved ones thru unprecedented offerings.

“This partnership with Prince financial institution is some other leap forward in imparting greater comfort and access to unprecedented money transfer services to clients in Cambodia, bringing delivered advantages to both senders and beneficiaries inside the usa,” stated Espen Kristensen, handling Director APAC. “by presenting access to such huge cash pickup locations we aim to provide a new stage of convenience, and by way of permitting actual-time bank deposit transfers, we make it viable for beneficiaries to accumulate finances inside minutes, presenting a brand new stage of ease and peace of thinking to our customers, whilst contributing to financial inclusion in the vicinity.”

H.E. Rath Sovannorak, Deputy Governor and Director standard of Banking Supervision of the national bank of Cambodia stated, “Congratulations to all the control and staff of Prince financial institution and RIA monetary offerings for this partnership. The signing rite is a testomony to the continuing growth of the banking and financial quarter within the age of economic technology and the general public’s trust in the sector. The partnership between Prince bank and RIA economic offerings to perform as a 3rd party operator is part of the development of the economic era area through offering charge and remittance offerings in addition to improving the financial environment.”know more

[yanahsworld]

Mi favorite songs at the moment

Music has always been important to me. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t listen to my favorite songs when I’m studying, writing, reading, traveling or just relaxing in my room. These can be brand-new songs or old favorites that I’ve been fascinated with for a long time. I’ll share five of my current favorite songs with you in this blog post along with some information about each one. Enjoy reading and listening! :)

Pied Piper by BTS

Back when I was a full Kpop Stan I was very obsessed with BTS and ironically my favorite song by them was Pied Piper. I was already curious about the title because I know a little bit about the story about the Pied Piper but didn’t pay much attention to it. As time went on I found myself in a deeper obsession with them. Posters, saving all the videos and pictures, never missing a vlive, downloading their games, and buying some merch. Luckily one day I came to the light. I finally decided to look up the word behind the song and as I was reading my jaw dropped and tears started to come down. The song was literally telling about how we’re drawn into them so much to the point where it’s taking over what we do in our daily lives and that we can’t focus nor turn away from them, we’re hooked on them, they’re our obsession and that we can’t push them away no matter how hard we try. I also remember one specific line that Jungkook said (the maknae of BTS) “this is gonna get you nowhere don’t reject me.” At that moment I knew how the lyrics connected with the title and the origins behind it and that’s when I pretty much took a break from BTS. I rarely focus on them and listen to their music now but when I do carefully analyze the lyrics.

“Stop. Now stop watching and study for your test Your parents and boss hate me Video clips, pictures, tweets, V app, Bon Voyage I know, you can’t help what you like But stop, interpret the music video later.”

Free Love by HONNE

Because Taehyung suggested this song and Jhope sang it with him on their show BTS In The Soop, every time I hear it, I am reminded of the show every time. This song is fantastic. This song is amazing. It's both cool and quite deep. I keep coming back to it. Whatever your opinion of this song may be, let's not minimize what a stunning masterpiece it is.

“I can’t get you all that stuff, but I can give you all my love. Free love, free love."

You know it’s always the simple things.

Black Swan by BTS

Have you ever thought that what you do doesn’t make sense anymore, that you no longer feel the same passion as before? How do you feel lost?

It’s one of the sensation that happens the most to artists of any field, dance, music, plastics, etc. Losing inspiration is a common thing in the world, feeing divided. That’s where the group BTS is based, to compose their masterpiece BLACK SWAN.

Black Swan is a song by BTS from the album Map of The Soul: 7 (2020) written by BTS leader and rapper Kim Namjoon and August Rigo, Clyde Kelly.

The song starts with the verse: “I heard from someone whose heart, no longer beats with the same passion while listening to  music, I try to take it in.” It feels like time has stopped, I realize that could be my first death, the one that has scarred me my whole life. If my art can be no longer make me feel, if it no longer makes my heart beat, that’s probably what it would feel when I first die. But what if my time has come?”

The song is about fears, frustrations, ego, good side and bad side. To be an artist is to depend on creativity and inspiration, and this, at any time you can fail, leave or disappear. BTS talk about how, maybe the only thing that keeps you happy in the world, can also make you a bad play.

But how can an artist stay on a level? For love or for ego, your swan black

Considered by many experts, one of the best BTS songs, combine singing, rap, and dancing, based on the famous Swan story black Alluding with his movements and poignant lyrics to the inevitable feeling of fear an artist may come to feel.

BTS bases their discography on the archetypes of psychoanalyst Jung, one of those is the “shadow”, Black Swan goes inside that archetype, where the feelings we most hide, achieve and hold.

Somebody Out There by A Rocket To The Moon

This is one of my favorite song of A Rocket to The Moon. I found this song when I’m scrolling to my Facebook news feed. This song mentioned small things/gestures, that’s how important it is. Love was not being defined by the expensive gifts, it is about those little things and efforts. Or on how you show your care to your partner. Like even in a simple call just to hear your voice and just to say hello, and simple “how are you my love?” means a lot. Don’t leave your partner confuse and questioning. (maam wala po akong jowa mema content lng po ito hehe.) Make them feel love, and make them feel that it was real.

I hope you find your “somebody out there”. Always remember that you deserve the world. Nothing less. So if you are listening and thinking about one person and you think that he/she portrays all the things that the song mentioned, you’re lucky enough to say it out loud that found your “somebody out there” I wish you happiness and strength to face all the challenges that is coming.

“There somebody out there who’s looking for you, someday will find you and I swear that it’s true.”

Hi Bye, Goodnight by DANIEL

When my classmate Zoe suggested this song to me last week, I was overjoyed. When I first start listening to this song, I really wonder why it isn't more well-known, especially since the singer has such a lovely and great voice. I also find the music to be quite peaceful. Since I often listen to this song when I'm getting ready for bed, it has become one of my favorites. This is a masterpiece that everyone should hear!

“Tell me where we can be When the flowers bloom I’d be lost without you In the endless hours Goodnight.”

Have you already picked your top song favorites? I hope you enjoy reading about my current favorite music. I appreciate you reading and listening. :*

[geturlook2gether]

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[jikookerie]

how do you feel comfortable saying there's no favoritism when jungkook gets all the lines and opportunities for collabs. bighit couldn't even give jimin the info that his song was being used in a marvel movie. sungwoon just revealed that the ost company asked him if he could ask jimin if he wanted to sing an ost. there's clear favoritism. nothing that goes to the company regarding jimin will ever reach his ears.

Hello Anon,

So you feel JM is being slighted by his company because you believe the company favors JK. This time you attempt to provide evidence. Thank you for that. It helps to have a discussion when we can actually discuss some points. So let’s dive in shall we? Does “the company” ( sorry this makes me giggle- seems very mafioso to me) favor JK and in the process slight JM? First let me start by saying I love JM. He is my double bias with JK.

1. Your first piece of evidence is JK “gets all the lines and opportunities for collabs.”

A simple Google search would prove this wrong. You could have made a stronger argument if you listed ALL the collabs that JK had. And provided some numbers to back up ALL the lines. But let me help a bit.

Collabs:

Ashes RM with JLim and Iron

Love You, Hate you RM with 2am

Bad Girls RM with Lee Hyun and Jiyeon

Because I’m a foolish woman RM with Kan MinYoun

Buckubucku RM with MFBTY

U primary RM with Kwon Jin Ah

Song Request Suga with Lee Sora

Timeless RM with Drunken Tiger

Danger Mo Blue Mix BTS with Thanh

PDD RM with Warren G

Fantastic RM with Mandy Ventrice

Change RM with Wale

Yankee RM with a lot of people

Gaeon RM with Gajah

Mic Drop BTS with Steve Aoki

Mic Drop BTS with Desiigner and Steve Aoki

Truth Untold BTS vocal line with Steve Aoki

Waste it On Me RM and JK with Steve Aoki

Champion remix RM with Fall Out Boy

Idol BTS with Nicky Minaj

Seoul RM with HONNE

Crying Over You RM with BEKA

Ethereal Sunshine Suga with Epik High

Winter Flower RM with Younha

Boy with Luv BTS with Halsey

Suga’s Interlude Suga with Halsey

Dream Glow Jin, JM, JK with CharliXCX

Brand New Day V and JH with Zara Larsson

All Night BTS with Juice WRLD

Seoul town road remix BTS with Lil Nas X

Chicken Noodle Soup JH with Becky G

Make it Right BTS with Lauv

Who JK and JM with Lauv

Don’t RM with eAeon

ON BTS with Sia

Burn It Suga with Max

Blueberry Eyes Suga with Max

Savage Love JK Suga JH with Jason Derulo

Butter BTS with Megan Thee Stallion

My Universe BTS with Coldplay

Rush RM with Kris Kalikko

Eight Suga with IU

That That Suga with Psy

With You JM with Sungwoon

Yanghwa JK with Zion T

Well you are wrong. “The company” is not favoring JK and he is definitely not getting ALL the collabs. If you are going to claim favoritism at least name the real collab king- RM. (I got the list from many many Google searches)

Line distribution- Let me start off by saying that I hate having to do this. I am not naming all songs but here are the top two line getters for these songs I am only listing the vocal line and not the rappers though JK has a disadvantage because he does both, so his percentage in earlier songs includes both his raps and his vocals . However, you will be surprised at the end.

No More Dream - JK, Jin

We are bulletproof pt2 - JM, Jin

N.O. JK, JM

Boy in Luv JK , V

Just One Day JK, JM

Danger JM, V

War of Hormone JK, JM

I need U JK,JM

For You JK, Jin

Dope JK V

Run JK JM

Young Forever V, JM

Fire JK V

Save Me JK JM

BST JK JM

Spring day JK, V

Not Today JK V

DNA JK V

Mic Drop JK JM

Fake Love JM, JK

Idol JM Jin

Boy with Love JK JM

Heartbeat JM JK

Lights JK JM

Make it right JM V

ON JK JM

Black Swan JK JM

Stay Gold JK JM

Dynamite JK JM

Life Goes On V JK

To some it all up: if you added All those songs lines up and percentaged it out you know who comes out on top? V! He gets 23.8% of the lines with JK coming in 2nd at 22.6 and JM in third with 21.2%. So again maybe you should be claiming that they favor V and RM and not JK. I mean they gave V a movie too. Jin also has the most OSTs . ( I got this from a Korea boo post of all places 😂)

2. Your second piece of evidence is that they didn’t tell JM that his song was being used in the movie.

Ok. He didn’t know at the time of that filming. Why is that some nefarious plot against him? They were busy. I mean they somehow messed up on the taxes too. I am sure that whoever was in charge is a human who messed up. Or JM was told but at a time when he was busy thinking about something else. Who knows why? You sure don’t and neither do I. But does that mean that they favor JK? No. It is of no benefit to him to withhold this information from JM.

3. Your third piece of evidence is that Sungwoon asked JM to do the OST.

JM has been the top rated idol in Korea for years. He consistently tops the charts for brand rating. He is in the undeniably biggest group in the country and, in my opinion, world. They have left the status of idol group behind and are easily musical legends that will be discussed for decades to come. A group like that has many inquiries for their time and talent. I am certain it is very hard to get anyone in BTS to do a project for someone. A good business person will use any and all methods to reach their intended target. In this case, they used JMs friend Sungwoon to try and get his attention. And it worked. They were clearly using Sungwoon because they wanted only JM but JM had them both do it together. That says a lot to me about JMs character and his respect for his friend. Did the OST people use back channels to get their intended target? Yes. Does that mean that “the company” deliberately withheld it from JM? No. Does that mean they favor JK? No. Again. He does not benefit in any way from this.

Last claim, Nothing will ever reach JM if it is going through the company.

You seem to have a bad opinion of Hybe. You know that BTS partially owns Hybe, right? They have a lot of stock in the company. They have re-signed their contracts. They speak well of them and how they care for them. I will never pretend to know their exact relationship with the company, and neither can you, but they spend a lot of their downtime at the building. I just don’t see any drama between the group and the company.

I don’t know what your beef is with JK but you really haven’t done your homework. So back to to your original question… how do I feel comfortable saying there is no favoritism for JK? Because I see this group for what they are. Each one is uniquely contributing to the success of the group. Each one is a special and valuable member. Despite what I did here to argue against your claim and evidence, I don’t count their lines. I don’t put their value or worth on how many collabs they have or how many lines they get. Or how many minutes of video time they have. I see that they love one another . And I love each of them. I don’t see any evidence of anything other than talented, kind, smart men who have the ability to pursue whatever they want to and who are actively choosing their own paths in life and the company actively helps them to do that. The best thing about their success is that they no longer are the outcasts waiting for someone to give them a chance. They can turn down BBMA confidently. They can turn Las Vegas purple. They can dance in the UN. The world is at their feet.

Anon, I hope you start to see BTS for the special people they are and stop with your solo member agenda. Especially for JM. He is the least solo person in the group. He loves those guys and JK in particular. So I don’t know what you think you are doing in his name. But you are embarrassing yourself. Thankfully you did it with an anon ask.

Be careful anon,

Jikookerie

[sinnergetreadymp3]

@your-void-senpai thank u for tagging me,I too massively enjoy talking abt myself so let's gooooo

Nickname : my irl pals call me DJ Dan sometimes does that count ???

Zodiac : Saggytittybus

Height : 5"4 but I'm getting demoniacs so I'm gonna start telling ppl 5"6 what r u gonna do abt it huh

Countries I've visited : Spain,Italy, Zimbabwe (where the fam is at) and Turkey,most of them over the summer,all pretty lit I love travelling :)

Last thing I googled : Dead Poet's Society cast,I think I wanted to see what everyone was up to in their old age,I also think that's very on brand for me

Song stuck in my head : Gasoline by Haim ft Taylor swift,it's very good but it is also the only song I have been able to listen to for a week straight,and I would like to move on

Wearing : sweats a t-shirt and a GIANT hoodie it's so comfy and makes me feel like somebody's cool sk8r boyfriend also these warm fuzzy socks also super comfy,I'm very comfortable rn

Favourite authors : I don't read enough (and should expand my horizons) but rn its Maggie Steifvater (specifically bc of TRC they're the only books of hers I've read and they're my favourite books of all time frfr),Becky Albertalli/Adam Silvera (I like them for the same reasons so I count them as one lol),uhhhh Jane Austen,hm idk if that's it

Favourite instrument : guitar mostly bc playing an instrument just makes it hit different idk,but I LOVE the way piano and strings sound even tho I can't play them at all

Aesthetic : ummm well I contain multitudes soooo jfndjd nah but fr i swing violently between dramatic dark academia and one of those boys from the cast of mid90s so idk lol

Home aesthetic : still living at home w my parents my house just looks like a typical family home void of personality to me but probably w a sense of identity to visitors and stuff,my room is VERY chaotic lmao it's a mix of little girls childhood bedroom and stressed college student w mad adhd lmao

Favourite song : GOD so fuckin many I love music, but in this moment I wanna say Someone that loves you by Honne and Izzy Bizu it's real full of yearning

Favourite animal sounds : Pigeons cooing,it's not the best animal sound overall but they always start right when I wake up in the morning during summer,and it's just comforting idk

What I'll admit in Tumblr but not irl : lmao pretty much nothing,I am a VERY open book, almost to my detriment although it hasn't fucked w me yet,so :)

Gonna tag @gerardpittsie and @towriteabetterlife :)

[faejime]

some aesthetic self-ship hcs, with my own personal twist to it. these were supposed to be for the tag that @lcaita tagged me in, but i had no idea how to approach that so here we are, full self-indulgence, faejime style. 

would you be so kind - dodie 

❝  oh, would you be so kind as to fall in love with me? you see, I'm trying.❞

hajime is quick to put this bubbly, carefree song on blast through the raggedy old radio we share in the kitchen, not caring that it’s 2 in the morning, simply because i asked if he really loved someone as out-of-the-box as me 

he holds my hands and sways us both to the melody of the song, giving me a grin as if to say yes, i gladly fell in love with you, and i’ll do it again and again. 

day 1 - honne 

❝ i got lucky finding you, i won big the day that I came across you.❞

hajime is no different, he’s human and he questions himself the same way i do, when he’s behind closed doors, with no one but his own mind 

i’d trace my fingertips gently across his closed eyelids, letting myself breathe in the masterpiece of a man in front of me, letting him sigh into my hands, melt into my grasp 

i’d hold him, draw patterns (hearts, really) and leave kisses on whatever skin i can reach, wordlessly telling him that every part of him was loved, by me, and i am so, so lucky to have him.

 love it if we made it - the 1975 

❝ saying controversial things just for the hell of it.❞ 

we’re both opinionated people, we feel strongly, be it for people or for things and frankly, we both have rather unique ways of showing it, we’d rather beat around the bush than honestly speak our feelings 

but when it’s almost midnight with nothing but the sound of cars and the wind blowing the cold leaves, we’re both just so raw and blunt about our emotions 

sitting on the rooftop of the apartment block, letting the ungodly amounts of sugar in the sodas fill our system, just speaking and borderline screaming out hearts out, with no care in the world, at least for the night 

laughing at how stupid we both sound, laughing at how the old landlord yells at us for being a nuisance, just laughing, together, and letting go of every bottled up feeling we have. 

i love you 3000 - stephanie poetri 

❝ i see you standing there, in your hulk outerwear and all I can think, is where is the ring?❞ 

he doesn’t like to admit it, but he’s a big goofball. he collects godzilla patches, he laughs at lame pun vines, he likes showing me lame wordplays (and he’s ridiculously proud of himself for it), the list is quite endless whether he likes it to be or not. 

but he’s my goofball, he’s the love of my life, even when he’s dancing all silly to a tiktok song in nothing but godzilla boxers. 

i’m nothing short of a goof too, i make lame puns out of home essential brands when we go grocery shopping, i enjoy pulling a funny face from across the room just to annoy him, the list goes on. 

but just the same, i’m his goofball, even when i look like absolute crap,  doing the renegade in nothing but my hello kitty pajamas and a cracking clay mask on my face 

this was a lot longer than i expected (or wanted) it to be, and it’s not nearly as perfect as i’d like it to be (because hey, i want anything with hajime in it to be spotless) but this was strangely fun to write, and now i have a big foolish grin on my face. 

p.s : is this what you meant when you said i have a way with words...? @lcaita

[palettesofrenaissance]

For Thorkyrie, Starmora or Spideychelle from either characters perspective the moment they fell in love+the first time they said it. Have a great day as well

How about all three ships? Hope you have a great day as well!

Starmora

Gamora does everything slow. She’s precise, calculating, and most importantly she’s careful. So careful. Delicately so. She meticulously goes over her plans three, four, six times in order to achieve the most precision and accuracy possible; she honnes in and kills without a miss.

But those are physical, tangible attributes—witnessed using the gun in her holster or the sharpened blade in her pocket or the calluses all over her hands or her body count.

When it comes down to emotions, however, Gamora’s a little stunted, she admits not to a living soul. She doesn’t allow herself to feel, to be tripped up and distracted with something as bothersome and distracting as jackhammer-fast and lightning-hot things that emotions are. She’s been taught that—she’s been trained this since preteen age. But remarkably, her adopted sister, Nebula, was able to climb over those implemented walls and remain sane, unlike countless others—this is something Gamora has forever been jealous of.

But Peter—Peter doesn’t let himself not feel, no matter how bigheaded or sincere, and it’s something Gamora took months upon months to fully come to comfort with.

So when he first speaks “I love you,” she didn’t know how to act.

So she doesn’t, not for weeks. And instead for weeks she reminiscences on the moments leading up to her realization of this blooming, saccharine feeling.

But the peculiar thing is: she can’t pinpoint it. Was it when they first kissed? Was it before, overlooking stars and he first lent her his walkman? Was it dancing under the ship’s fluorescent lights after killing Ronan? Was it on Ego’s planet?

She thinks about it and bites at her fingernails. Her thumbs create bruises in fruits (much to Mantis’s disappointment). And when running into the antenna-ed woman, Gamora locks herself in her room for two days.

(Does she even love him?)

Peter calls their connection, their emotions “some unspoken thing.”

Gamora has always called bullshit on that ridiculous rhetoric.

(Does Gamora love him? Nebula, Mantis, and Rocket believe so.)

But surely enough, breaking the self-applied promise she made at thirteen years old, Gamora finally allows herself to accept and verbalize the sensation of family, of belonging, of love.

Saying “I love you” isn’t an easy feat for Gamora but displaying it is. Her new family and love can handle that.

(Does Gamora love Peter? She knows she does.)

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Thorkyrie

Thor met Valkyrie over harsh edges and old forgotten brands onto skin, fire-topped alcohol, burried memories, ruined past allegiances, and Thor still feeling the stinging aftershocks from the taser she points in his face as if as a mock, as if as a dare, as if as a promise—a show of his oversight and her no-fucks-given confidence.

When Valkyrie met Thor there was no reason for her to like him, much less believe him.

She’s brazen and she doesn’t conceal anything, doesn’t hide her distrust or dislike or disgust. In fact, there was nothing to like about each other upon initially meeting—because Thor reminded her of her past and she had flat-out refused to help him with his future. But a fact that both later learned was that sometimes a bloodied past doesn’t have to be so strongly tied to you if you don’t allow it to be.

They’re from different walks in life, so when Thor proposed a spar with Valkyrie—their first, in fact—she hadn’t thought much of it. After the destruction caused by Ragnarok and as she thrusts the blunt end of a practice staff towards his forehead, she can’t help but see the echo of the All Father tyrant in her new one-eyed king. She envisions his face—Odin’s—in everyone she doesn’t like because it’s a safety net, a dumb but successful act that keeps her from creating close connections and from losing them again. She forces herself to see Odin in the Grandmaster, in the other Sakaar scavengers and residents, in Loki, in Heimdall—

She tries to see him in Thor.

She tries.

But after years of forming her walls of protection, she goes back on her own rules by letting one in: Hulk. And Bruce’s work behind the scenes of shoving Thor forward to speak his mind to the Valkyrior warrior is something that will be kept secret from her for a long time. But what she does notice are the ramifications of Bruce and Thor’s actions and it being successful: it’s when she breaks her second self-made rule to never lend her heart again.

This rule is broken slowly and gradually, nearly undetectably; through Thor’s subtle persistence and her initial obliviousness.

Valkyrie originally believes her relationship with the thunder god was all one-sided until the night they were staying up late, sharing stories and drinks. Over her new bottle of flaming whiskey, she carelessly breaks out in laughter, her resolve weakened from her lowered walls and the alcohol. It happens when she’s pulled out of her laughter as he reaches forward and blows out the fire for her to drink, without breaking eye contact.

Until this, Valkyrie always assumed that it had only been mutual respect between each them with maybe a little admiration tagged on.

But well that part is true, yes, and it was agreed upon several times. (Even when in fact Thor has been smitten with her since landing on Sakaar.)

The time Valkyrie becomes sure is when she returns from sparring practice sporting a bruise on her cheekbone. She doesn’t expect the spine-rattling shiver from Thor’s thumb running across the bruise and him asking how she received it with a suspicious edge to his words—barely there but heard nonetheless.

And that’s when she knew.

And that’s when she realizes she was fucked.

Despite her hardened exterior, Valkyrie’s just as self-conscious and reserved as the new Asgardian king, and it drives everyone to frustration how the two dance around actually admitting their unknowingly mutual feelings.

So the one who actually speaks those three words first is Bruce, tired of the lies that feelings are withheld and then seeing sorrow face once backs turn.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Spideychelle

Teenage love can be the most ferocious, feral thing, raging like a fire in a small wooden room. It’s deadly—this Michelle first finds out at the sensitive age of seven when watching the Franco Zeffierlli film Romeo And Juliet. When she joined her aunt in watching Titantic because it was her favorite movie, at twelve years old Michelle concluded that young adults in love didn’t do much better.

So from then on, romance was never on Michelle’s radar. Sure she’s had a crush here and there but she never proceeded them because if her unsteady nerves didn’t make her chicken out first, it’s not like she would have been picked anyway—there is always someone brighter, prettier, more outspoken, and therefore all-around better than she is, than she could ever hope to be. And believe her, she’s tried. But she also finds that people drain her and being under stares make her nervously fidget and she just can’t take it. She would rather have privacy or books or adventures where no one knows her name.

When she’s approached by both Flash Thompson and Liz Allan on two separate occasions and asked for homework help, Michelle would have never predicted the upward journey it would later take her.

Because, although Michelle is a very quiet and private person, her eyes are wide and telling. And as her attention gravitates to Liz, she’s smitten and discouraged because Liz is older and beautiful and open but Michelle is only boosted to being the friend of the popular girl’s; and as Michelle’s attention gravitates to a quiet nerd tailing her a year later, Michelle is disheartened because he’s cute and she enjoys his company and corny jokes and he’s smart but he looks right through Michelle towards Liz on the other side.

And so Michelle retreats further into her own world.

She’s grown disbelieving in fairytales, in soulmate’s love, in saccharine-soaked infatuation. She’s a woman of reality, of results and probability. She premeditates where to put her time and predicts possible future outcomes and she does her best to minimize the bandages she has to mend her heart with.

Which is why Brad Davis seemed like a plausible and safe choice: he’s nice, he pays attention to her from the start, and he speaks his mind. But Michelle is still a teenager and is still figuring out what she wants.

Which is also why at the end of the international trip for the junior class from Midtown High, Michelle thinks she’s finally gotten everything she wants when the quiet nerd from before declares he likes her back and he gives her a broken necklace and they kiss on a ruined bridge. Michelle is barely an adult yet and she’s still trying to figure out what she needs.

Then it’s her high school graduation and since then, Michelle has figured out that she needs time, experience, independence, and a degree. She needs self awareness and self-understanding. What Michelle needs and acknowledges is to come out of her shell more.

And then it’s suddenly four years later and she’s ran into the shy, nerdy boy from her high school and they don’t recognize each other. Assuming that she’s grown enough now and so has he and because there’s the smoldered embers of infatuation fed by nostalgia, they begin dating.

They aren’t the same people—she has tattoos on her upper thighs and around an ankle and he has scars winding down his back and chest and a permanently broken nose; she isn’t as quiet or into her shell as she was back then and he’s stable and stressed and a little more confident and his jokes are far less corny.

Unprecedented, they last thirteen months before “I love you” was ever explicitly spoken—before, it was in actions and in phrases like “You’re the peanut butter to my jam,” in the silent love language of adoring stares, or spooning or hugs or falling asleep in each other’s arms or surprise birthday parties.

Now remember: Michelle doesn’t like romance, doesn’t believe that cheesy tropes and overdone clichés are anywhere believable. It makes her roll her eyes, hard. It makes her groan and ruin the movie for Peter. (He’s the more outwardly romantic in the relationship.)

Now with this in mind Michelle’s reaction can be more understood when it is first spoken, direct and distinctly: by Peter while above her on her small college-residence bed, out of breath, dazed and enamored.

When it’s spoken, Michelle immediately stops, her limbs loosening her grip around him, and she briefly falls quiet before blurting, “Really? Are you…are you serious?”

Peter’s orgasm is cut off right at the cusp of it happening.

Michelle covers her eyes and moans, “Oh my god! Has my life seriously turned into a romance now? Don’t do this!”

“Out of all the times, now you choose to critic me? For saying ‘I love you’? Are you kidding me, MJ?!”

“Why’d you say that!” And it’s halfway between a chuckle and a scorn despite her placid expression.

But because Peter is clearly more frustrated than he’s confused, he shoots back, “Because I do! I love your stubborn, “no-romance”, dumb and sexy ass!” He frowns.

Michelle knows this is a bad time to start blushing (and not for the first time) but she just couldn’t help it, finally being with the boy she’s had a crush on for years.

[nomnomsik]

21 Questions

Thank you always @svt-mangos for tagging me. I love you sm!

Rules: Answer 21 Q’s and tag 21 people (christ) you want to know better

Nickname: Noms or nomnomoppa if you want to embarrass yourself

Zodiac sign: Sun: Capricorn, Moon in Capricorn, Ascendant in Libra, Juno in Leo

Height: 5′7!!

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw only wbk!

Last thing I googled: Natsuki Hanae

Favorite musicians: BTS, Aimer, Honne, Twice

Song stuck in my head: Anpanman - BTS (waiting for your anpanmannnnnnnnnn)

Following: 33

Followers: 1,560

Do you get asks: Never

Amount of sleep: I cannot function at all if I get less than 5 hours of sleep so I tend to try to avoid that at all costs. 

What are you wearing: Pajamas

Dream job: Album designer or art designer for Line Friends

Dream trip: Japan and hopefully not getting cursed at on public transportation this time. 

Instruments: I’ve played piano and clarinet. 

Languages: I’m only fluent in English, though I can understand if people speak in Japanese. Barely understand Korean. 

10 fave songs (not in order): 

Answer: Love Myself - BTS

Save me - BTS

Fake Love - BTS

IDOL Stadium Remix - BTS (This one’s prob on top)

TEAR - BTS

A Brand New Day - BTS, Zara Larson

Everything goes - Mono

Sometimes - Honne

Location Unknown - Honne

Brave Shine - Aimer 

If you were an animal, what would you be: rock? Does it count?

Favorite food: Natto

Random fact: Related to Yi Sun-Shin

My aesthetic: T-shirts with a jacket over top. Lazy and I just grab and go. I wake up at 7:00 am and leave the house by 7:20 am. I really don’t care how I look as long as I brush my teeth and hair. 

Tagging: @moonpeachhy @chimchimsauce @kimseokmomjins @emoboijk @re-sugance @countrysundae @bangtans-apollo @bang-your-tan @mnyg1800com (happy birthday angel), @lemonjoonah @dazedspiral (I’ll end on 11!)

[fckinmuses]

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stats !

name: ryan thomas kingsley

nicknames: ry

age: twenty-six

pronouns: he/him

marital status: single

sexuality: bicurious

occupation: waiter / sugar baby

lives in: uptown apartment

appearance !

hair: brown

eyes: green

build: slender / fit

height: 6′0

wardrobe: sugar baby; designer brands, label whore / waiter; jeans, tees, pattern printed shirts

piercings: none

tattoos: too many.

personality !

strengths: respectful, considerate, humble

weaknesses: wary, anxious, sensitive 

fears: failure

goals/ambitions: he wants to find something he’s good at, he wants to be loved and wants to know how it feels to actually be okay without fear or worry. 

hobbies: painting, playing guitar, make up.

religion: non-practicing christian

fetishes/bedroom likes: choking, roleplay, lingerie ( wearing ), dom/sub, aftercare, pegging

other !

likes: rainy days, the smell of books, conspiracy theories, tik tok

dislikes: crowded rooms, closed spaces, spiders, unicorn themed anything

movies: lover of anything that has to do with romance. nicholas sparks especially.

music: HONNE, lana del rey, LANY, nina simone

guilty pleasure: eating peanut butter out of the jar, eating dairy even though he shouldn’t be eating it.

[thearkhound]

Exploring the Secret Behind Konami’s MSX Games (September 1988)

Akira Yamashita/山下 章 is a game journalist whom I covered in the past. He was a writer for Micom BASIC Magazine who later become one of the founders for Studio Bentstuff. One of his regular features he wrote for Micom BASIC was a series of game reviews titled Honki de Play, Honne de Review (which translates to Serious Play, Sincere Review) where he would not only write an in-depth review of a recently-released game, but would also interview the developer to discuss the concepts behind the games themselves.

For the September 1988 issue, rather than reviewing a specific game, Yamashita-san decided to do an overview of Konami’s MSX library, focusing primarily on their shoot-’em-up lineup. Most westerners (specifically North Americans) are only familiar with the MSX thanks to the fact that Metal Gear originated on that platform, but Konami has actually produced a variety of quality games for the MSX that rivaled what they were also released on the NES and arcades at the time. I’m hoping this article will inspire some of you readers to explore the rest of Konami’s MSX library as well.

I might consider translating more installments of Yamashita-san’s Serious & Sincere series of articles in the future.

Going to Konami

The Konami Building at Port Island, Kobe. The first floor is the lobby and the second floor is reception office. All floors above those are dedicated to the development departments. There’s a PC floor, a Famicom floor, an arcade floor, ect.

When you mention “Konami” to anyone involved with the publishing business in Japan, they’ll immediately think of the Konami building at Jimbocho, Tokyo, but that’s mainly the division of Konami involved with sales and advertising. The development department of Konami that makes their games for the arcades, PC and Famicom [NES] is actually located in a huge building in Kobe. If I was going to write to write an article for my “Serious & Sincere” series, then I thought I would fly over to Kobe and talk to the actual developers (although, Mr. Kage, who accompanied me for this interview, wanted to go to Jimbocho to meet Ms. Kamio).

We’ve arrived at the much rumored Port Island [an artificial island in Kobe] after four hours of commuting from Tokyo via the Shinkansen bullet train and such after 4 hours. In fact, this was the site of the Portopia tournament held several years ago. The place is very similar to Heiwajima in Tokyo [another artificial island] but without the boats. The Konami Building is located at the north side of the island, although the design is a bit different from the one depicted in their TwinBee. The surrounding area is peaceful and full of greenery. A couple of nearby middle-aged women that were dropped off from a sight-seeing bus began chatting when they saw the Konami Building.

“Such a lovely building! But what does Konami sell?”

“My kid really likes them. I think they make candy.” (This story also includes some embellishment)

Even though we weren’t under a strict schedule, we quickly proceeded to Konami Industry’s headquarters, where we interview Mr. Fukutake, the manager of the MSX department about various things. In this article I decided to mix my own opinions with the comments of Mr. Fukutake himself.

Up to this point, my Serious & Sincere article series were focused on showcasing the merits and exploring the development of specific games, for this installment I’ve decided to focus on Konami’s MSX library in general.

The Branding and Colors of a Software Publisher.

Akira Yamashita (right) interviewing Shigeru Fukutake. The interview was held in a seemingly luxurious VIP room with an exceptionally large marble table in the middle.

As our readers might be aware of, the development period of recent gaming software is pretty long compared to software from long ago. The days in which a single programmer can sell a single program by him or herself are now gone. Most software publishers now have a development department that divide their work by coding, story writing, music and graphics.

The long development process naturally means that every single game in development will be given full focus and the games that were planned with much “emotional attachment” will go through a long-term effort from the developers until it finally sees the light of day.

Have you noticed that their “emotional attachment” have materialized in their recent games in such interesting ways?

Those are the “colors” of a software publisher. It’s possible to imagine the kind of games a publisher releases just by mentioning their name. For example, Koei is known for their strategy games, Riverhill Software is known for their mystery adventures, Telenet is known for their colorful side-scrolling games and Dempa is known for their arcade ports.

How is the "emotional attachment” and the “colors” connected? There is a single answer. Each software house has its own idealized image of a game from its staff members. The ideal of that game in this instance is an approximation of the company’s "colors”. The energy they use is to pursue this ideal game must then represent the “emotional attachment” of the staff.

There are many examples of “colors” when it comes to other industries. In the Japanese TV industry, Tokyo Broadcasting System is associated with dramas, Fuji TV is associated with variety shows and Nippon Television is (perhaps) associated with giant battles. For the record industries, we have Canyon for idols, CBS Epic Sony for pop music, Crown and King for enka and Scitron is known for their video game music albums (we’re kidding about Scitron).

The fact that there is such “color-coding” for publishers that let us know their intentions might be a good thing for consumers like ourselves. In a sense, the PC gaming industry might had already entered a more mature age compared to the days when software publishers would flood the market with the same type of game depending on what was trending at the moment.

Moreover, with the progress of such “color-coding” is leading to the establishment of “brand names” for PCs and software. In other words, purchasing a game from a particular publisher will determine whether it’ll be a sure bet or not.

It would be no exaggeration to say that when it comes to brand names, Konami’s brand is the strongest among MSX game publishers. Mr. Fukutake, the manager of Konami’s MSX team, has the following to say on the matter.

“That's correct. The fact that our users can trust us makes us happy as creators. We’re striving to maintain Konami’s brand image that we established.”

The Way Konami Games Are Made

The rarely-seen development room of Konami’s MSX department. This room was only accessible to employees who were assigned an ID card..

Up until now, the development process of Konami’s MSX games seemed to had been a secret. Here will be explaining the development process as answered by Mr. Fukutake himself.

First of all, there are two types of MSX games produced by Konami. The first kind are arranged conversions of existing arcade games (such as Gradius or TwinBee), while the other kind are original types (which include Metal Gear, The Maze of Galious and many others) . Arranged ports of arcades seem to progress by measuring the hardware capabilities of the MSX, but the original games are naturally much more interesting. The process is a bit different in which it seems that the person who comes up with the game’s characters is also the person assigned to do the planning and the story. In other words, the person who came up with characters such as  Popolon or Pengin-kun was in charge of planning and facilitating the development of Knightmare or Penguin Adventure.

The planner will then lead a team formed by around four or five employees and then they will proceed with the development of a single game, which lasts somewhere around four to six months. With somewhere between 20 to 30 personnel employed by Konami’s MSX development department, that means there are’s a total of 5 or 6 teams each working on 2 games a year if you think about it simply, which explains Konami’s surprising release pace.

The only exception here are the music staff. A sound technology department within Konami is responsible for all the music in their arcade, PC and NES games. That’s why the music in all Konami games have a certain unified image to them.

The Relentless Obsession With Shoot-’Em-Ups

The main subject is finally here. When talking about Konami games on the MSX, the most important thing to mention is their shoot-’em-up line represented by the Gradius series. As someone who likes Konami’s shooters, I make sure to always buy them when they’re released (never got one as a gift) and enjoy them.

However, in an industry which believes the theory that shoot-’em-ups are never hits, Konami is one of the rare exceptions to that belief. All the games in the Gradius series released thus far (Gradius, Gradius 2, Salamander and Parodius) have all have a track record for staying in the top ten best-selling MSX games for extensive periods.

This seems to be a phenomenon unique to the MSX market when comparing it to other market. Silpheed for example, which I consider to the best shoot-’em-up for Japanese PCs, didn’t chart that much and I heard that the shoot-’em-up masterpieces on the Famicom that were Gradius and Zanac, weren’t quite hits.

Why are Konami’s MSX shoot-’em-ups the only ones that are selling? There might be many reasons, but the primary reason is because Konami makes its games with the key point being firmly “fun shooting”. A variety of stages, unique power-up systems, crisp music and a miraculous balance, all blend perfectly to create Konami’s unique flavor. Mr. Fukutake says “No matter what, we live and breathe shoot-’em-ups. Everyone in our staff are enthusiastic fans of shoot-’em-ups. We wish to continue our lineup no matter how much the market changes.”

Perhaps this passion for betting on the shoot-’em-up genre might be the secret that has lead to the creation of masterpieces.

The Difficulty of Difficulty Settings

One of the components that determines whether a shoot-’em-up is fun is the difficulty level. On one hand, if you make it too easy, you won’t get to savor it much. On the other hand, if you make it too hard, it will become inaccessible. Thus, the difficulty of a shoot-’em-up, much like an RPG, must be adjusted with fine-tuning.

Mr. Fukutake reveals Konami’s policy for difficulty adjustment.

“For arcade games, we make them easy to get into in the beginning. But since shoot-’em-ups for the MSX are meant to be played at home, we make them difficult from the very beginning.”

Indeed. Konami’s shoot-’em-ups are considerably difficult (only hardcore players might argue otherwise). If anything, the difficulty is adjusted to a level that it can only be cleared with continues the first time. Without enough practice, it is difficult to complete them without using continues.

But unlike an arcade game, such as Gradius II, where dying once means that you’re done for (it’s not impossible to recover, but it’s difficult for ordinary players), here it’s only a setback that can be managed with a continue. You press the F5 key [at the game over] while thinking that “this time” [you’ll beat it]. It is an experience that only people who played Konami’s shoot-’em-ups on the MSX will be familiar with.

I think Konami adjusts their difficulty settings around this continue feature to some extent. Perhaps they’re aiming for the same sense of satisfaction when you clear one of their shoot-’em-ups that a player would also feel when solving an RPG or an adventure game. At the very least, I found myself impressed by the continue feature without knowing it when I’ve completed the game after struggling during a hard battle.

This is not something that could be managed easily even with the know-how. It’s not flattery or anything. It’s what I expect from Konami.

About Salamander

For me, the only Konami shoot-’em-up I was unreasonable with its difficulty was Salamander. Even if you keep continue, the sense of hopelessness is strong after dying once, unless you bring up Player 2′s ship as a decoy and start gradually recovering all your power-ups again. There are special weapons that only be used when both players’ ships unite, but they’re not very practical since they have limited uses and they feel pretty weak. And finally, the true ending is locked away and is accessible by having a Gradius 2 cartridge on the second slot. Isn’t that a bit too much?

Konami’s Future on the MSX

There is more stuff that I want to write about Konami, but I can’t due to the limited amount of pages. So I decided end this article asking Mr. Fukutake about Konami’s upcoming MSX games.

“Gaming trends will keep changing in the future, but we don’t just want to pursue what’s popular, we want to make whatever we want and keep on making something that is true to Konami. Since games are expensive, we want to make products that suit their prices so that you won’t be disappointed with your purchase. How do you maintain such level of quality and not shatter the image we’ve created thus far? That is our next challenge.”

Indeed, the quality must remain above a certain level, but that’s easier said than done. Not just Konami, but any company that has grown in size will have a certain quota of games to release for the year and because of the reliance on external staff to meet this quota, there’s a risk that the quality will deteriorate. Although it’s not noticeable, some companies in the Famicom business are already going for a “quantity over quality” strategy (I won’t mention any names though).

I don’t want Konami’s MSX team to fall into the same trap. On the contrary, I believe Konami, who are the best brand on the MSX, must continue producing quality games and lead the MSX market as their mission. As long as Konami keeps pumping out quality games, the MSX will never fade away.

No matter what, please continue making games with the industry in mind. Never forget your original intentions. I’m looking forward to the upcoming Snatcher and their newest shoot-’em-up Parodius, as well as the supposedly “unachievable” SCC II.

I would like to thank everyone who helped me out with this article and I apologize for my rough words.

Konami’s Shoot-’Em-Up Series

Gradius [English title: Nemesis] - The MSX version of Gradius was released shortly after the Famicom version. It was notable for the additional boneyard stage, which did not exists in the original arcade game. At any rate, the fact that Gradius could be played on an MSX1 was pretty impressive to begin with.

Gradius 2 [English title: Nemesis 2] - The long-rumored sequel to Gradius made its debut on the MSX. New weapons, such as the upward laser were added, and a new storyline began depicting the conflict against Dr. Venom. It was the first MSX game to employ the SCC chip.

Salamander - The most difficult game in Konami’s shoot-’em-up library. The structure of the MSX version is completely different from the original arcade game, since Stages 3-5 can be played at any order. I was glad to see that some of the music and the power-up system from the revised Life Force edition of the game were incorporated.

Parodius - A shoot-’em-up parody that turns everything into a gag. The bosses are all unique like the giant drunk penguin, the badly-drawn monk and the eyeball. It’s notable for having the shortest development time of all Konami games, taking less than two months for the master version to be completed.

Other Notable Konami Games

Majō Densetsu [English title: Knightmare] - One of Konami’s earliest MSX games from the pre-Megarom era that was lauded as a masterpiece among players. The idea for the game is believed to be an arrangement of Konami’s arcade game titled Finalizer.

Yumetairiku Adventure [English title: Penguin Adventure] - A sequel to Konami’s early hit Antarctic Adventure that greatly improves upon its predecessor. The cute design of the penguin protagonist made it popular among female players.

Akumajō Dracula [English title: Vampire Killer] - Although based on a Famicom game, it is a masterpiece considered to be one of the top 5 games of Konami. With its high-sense soundtrack and wonderful balance, it still has many firmly-rooted fans

Galious no Meikyū [English title: The Maze of Galious] - The sequel to Knightmare. It employs a system where the player switches between Popolon and his lover Aphrodite. The game is now a full-fledged action RPG with many difficult mysteries to solve.

Metal Gear - A military-themed action RPG like nothing that came before. Its idea of avoiding conflict with the enemy by sneaking pass their blind spots is novel. The game was later ported to the Famicom.

F1 Spirit - A record-setting racing game that continues to sell to this day. The secret to its lasting popularity is due to its 2-players simultaneous mode, the option to choose the parts for your vehicle and its variety of courses.

Shalom - The conclusion to the Knightmare and also Konami’s first adventure game. The top-down exploration screens bring to mind the Dragon Quest series, but the game switches to a side-view action segment when the player confronts a boss.

Gekitotsu Pennant Race - It seems like an average baseball game, but the included WATCH mode is fun. You can create your own team and have it compete against one made by a friend.

Coming Soon: Snatcher, a Cyberpunk Adventure

Konami’s first truly authentic adventure is Snatcher, which appears to be inspired by Blade Runner. There will be an MSX2 version that consists of 3 disks and an original sound cartridge and a version for NEC PC-8801SR computers that consists of 5 disks The programmer in charge is said to be the same person who worked on Gradius 2, so I’m looking forward to it. “It’s an adventure game like nothing that came before” says Mr. Fukutake. In contrast to Parodius, Snatcher has had the longest development time out of any Konami game released thus far (8 months as of this interview). It is scheduled to be released by the end of November.

[sneek-m]

Monthly Listening: July 2019

I haven’t been updating this blog with individual posts of albums from my daily listening because I unfortunately no longer have the time. Part of that is because I just listen to so much more (as you probably might be able to tell from this stupidly long list) now that I can check out albums at work. And especially because I just consume so much, I still wanted to catalog what I’ve been checking out.

I do still update a monthly Spotify playlist of my listening and finding, and here is July’s. 202 songs! Below is all of the albums/projects I’ve checked out this month.

2019 albums

42 Dugg: Young and Turnt

4s4ki: NEMNEM EP

70th Street Carlos: Win or Lose

Aisha Devi: S.L.F. EP

Alessandro Adriani: Morphic Dreams

Amazondotcom: Mirror River EP

Antwood: Delhi

Arran: Puzzle 9 Piece

Asian Da Brat: Unfuccwitable

Baekhyun: City Lights

BBHF: Mirror Mirror EP

BIBI: The Manual for People Who Want to Love

Bleached: Don’t You Think You’ve Had Enough?

Burna Boy: African Giant

CFCF: Liquid Colours

Changsie: Discwoman 70

CIX: HELLO Chapter 1: Hello, Stranger

Cygnus: Deep Analysis

Cosey Fanni Tutti: Tutti

Daphni: Sizzle EP

Day6: The Book of Us: Gravity

Deem Spencer: Pretty Face

EXO-SC: What a Life

Felicia Atkinson: The Flower and the Vessel

Florist: Emily Alone

Flying Lotus: Flamagra

FNCY: FNCY

GFriend: Fever Season

Goldlink: Diaspora

GWSN: The Park in the Night Part Three

Ha Sung Woon: BXXX

Hitsuji Bungaku: Kirameki EP

Hoodrich Pablo Juan: BLO: The Movie

Hoon: Body EP

Hump Back: Ningen Nanosa

Itzy: It’z Icy

IZ*ONE: Buenos Aires

Izumi Makura: As Usual

Jefre Cantu-Ledesma: Tracing Back the Radiance

Karen Gwyer: Man on Mountain EP

Kasher Quon: Level Up

Lady Lamb: Even in the Tremor

The Let’s Go’s: Heibon Cherry

Maluma: 11:11

Max D: Many Any

Mega Shinnosuke: Honne EP

Metrist: Pollen, Pt. 1 EP

Misako Uno: Honey Stories

Mone Kamishiraishi: I EP

Moodymann: Sinner

Move D: Building Bridges

Mssingno: M2 Performance Enhancer

Nanami Ozone: NO

Nature: I’m So Pretty

NCT Dream: We Boom

Nilufer Yanya: Miss Universe

Nina Kraviz: Stranno Stranno Neobjatno EP

NYAI: HAO

Odd Foot Works: GOKOH

Oh My Girl: Oh My Girl Japan 2nd Album

Oren Ambarchi: Simian Angels

Popoq: Essence EP

Pronoun: I’ll Show You Stronger

Queen Key: Eat My Pussy (Again)

Red Velvet: The ReVe Festival Day 1

Seira Kariya: Cover Girl EP

SIRUP: Feel Good

So!YoON!: So!YoON!

Stella Donnelly: Beware of the Dogs

Sumin: OO DA DA EP

Toitoitoi: Brand New Kemono Road

Toki Wo Ikiru: Toki Wo Ikiru

The Tomboys: Now’n’run

Uffie: Tokyo Love Hotel

Upsammy: Branches on Ice

VAV: Thrilla Killa

Varg: Sky City: Even in the Heart of Heaven, Angels Can Still Feel Fear EP

Varg: Sky City: A Weak Heart to Break (Spit) EP

various artists: SPD GAR

Yackle: Frank Throw

Yogee New Waves: BLUEHARLEM

Young Dolph & Key Glock: Dum and Dummer

ZMoney: Shawty Paid

Non-2019 albums

Agraph: The Shader

Bellring Shojo Heart: Bedhead

Belly: King

Billie Idle: Bi Bi Bi Bi Bi

Boredoms: Super Ae

The Chemical Brothers: Surrender

Chic: C’est Chic

Especia: Carta

Expose: Exposure

Fantastic Plastic Machine: Fantastic Plastic Machine

Felix da Housecat: Kittenz and thee Glitz

F.U.S.E.: Dimension Intrusions

Gin Blossoms: New Miserable Experience

Ginuwine: 100% Ginuwine

Gloria Estefan & The Miami Sound Machine: Let It Loose

Godspeed You! Black Emperor: Yanqui U.X.O.

Ice Cube: The Predator

Juggaknots: Re: Release

Lightning Bolt: Hypermagic Mountain

Lim Kim: Simple Mind

Lootpack: Soundpieces: Da Antidote

Macy Gray: On How Life Is

Malcolm Mask McLaren: My Life My Way

Max B: Vigilante Season

Mercyful Fate: Don’t Break the Oath

Ministry: With Sympathy

Neurosis: Times of Grace

Ol’ Dirty Bastard: N---- Please

P.O.P.: P.O.P.

Salt-N-Pepa: Hot, Cool & Vicious

Schoolly D: Saturday Night: The Album

Seo Taiji and Boys: Seo Taiji and Boys

Shakira: Oral Fixation, Vol. 2

The Soft Boys: Underwater Moonlight

Solange: Sol-Angel and the Hadley St. Dreams

The Supremes: Where Did Our Love Go?

Tatsuro Yamashita: Spacy

Towa Tei: Future Listening!

various artists: Judgment Night (Music from the Motion Picture)

Wham!: Music from the Edge of Heaven

Young Buck: Straight Outta Cashville

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Alec Benjamin

Alicia Keys

Alessia Cara

Two feet

The internet

Adele

The distillers

Charlotte Cardin

Charlotte Day Wilson

Tom Misch

Sevdaliza

Yeahyeahyeahs

Russ

M.I.A

Jorja Smith

John Legend

Hooverphonic

H.E.R

Daniel Caesar

Cigarettes After Sex

Billie Eilish

Berhana

Boy pablo

Smacksoft

Brand new

The script

Daughter

Lana del rey

The xx

Tatu

The asteroids galaxy tour

Damien Rice

Bruno Major

Amy Winehouse

JMSN

HONNE

Frank Ocean

Kate Nash

Lily Allen

Flight Facilities

Rihanna

Gotye

Sam Smith

Pink

Sia

Passenger

Charlie Puth

Coldplay

UMI