#java jive

[phasesphrasesphotos]

I love coffee, I love tea…

[duckymcdoorknob]

Heyo again! I have returned for the final order!

If it's alright, I'd like to order a medium iced coffee with extra ice; the toppings are cream + sugar and caster sugar (and possibly sea salt but that's optional :3) The name on the order is Joe :3

Thank you again! Here's my payment! :3 Have an amazing day and take your time with everything friend! Here's to an incredible event!

WIDHIDBSJWN DA FUCKING C A T E

HelLO WELCOME TO ORDER NUMBER 3 >:)

This one is self indulgent and was so cute 🙁❤️

CW BELOW THE CUT: None!

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

You never could’ve imagined that playing with your aunt’s spare camera would lead you to many, wonderful adventures. After picking up your first camera as a child, you fell in love with photography. Overtime, you developed a passion and talent for the craft, leading you to post your shots. After a while, you gained popularity, and the attention of a certain family…

Next thing you knew, you were hired by the Chinens to photograph Miya’s competitions. You didn’t much mind, though, since the boy was a riot.

Miya kept you entertained as you photographed. There was something so enticing about the way he performed his tricks. Your shots were beautiful, sending you, and your employers, home with a large portfolio of photographs.

After a competition, the boy begged his parents to go to a restaurant. They agreed and, to your shock and delight, invited you along.

It was there that you would meet the rest of Miya’s friends, and the owner of the place: Kojiro Nanjo.

From that point, you were deeply immersed in the world of skating, and “S” itself. You had become fast friends with everyone, for you found yourself feeling strangely comfortable around the motley crew.

You decided to keep your photography a secret from the rest of them, and begged Miya to do the same. You had a great plan in mind…

At every race one of your boys was in, you would discreetly follow him down the path and take action shots. After a while, each had their own portfolio stuffed to the brim with photos.

When Christmas came, you printed each of their photos and tied them neatly with a ribbon. They were all overjoyed to have such beautiful photos as a keepsake, but were careful to keep them hidden away.

It wasn’t long before word spread of your talents, and soon enough you found yourself as the official “S” photographer. The skaters would commission you mostly, but sometimes you would grab a few shots for practice.

After a while, skater after skater wanted their photos taken, and it became supremely overwhelming.

After a killer night of tournaments, you found yourselves all relaxing at Hiromi’s apartment, the seven of you somehow fitting in the three roomed place.

Miya, who had insisted that he wasn’t tired, was currently curled up on the floor with his head in Kaoru’s lap, the man running his fingers through the boy’s hair absentmindedly.

Kojiro, Hiromi, Reki, and Langa were all seated on the floor and watching your photo processing, since Miya had begged you to put it on the TV via an hdmi cable attached to your laptop.

Reki had ended up falling asleep first, head resting on Langa’s shoulder. The blue-haired boy didn’t miss a beat and mirrored his friend’s actions. Kaoru decided to move Miya to Hiromi’s bed, and Hiromi drifted off on the couch, resting his head on his palm, leaving you and Joe alone.

You wordlessly clicked through thousands of photos, checking the time every few seconds. You had been paid to have a whole portfolio ready by the next morning, and you had so many un-usable ones. The SD card was loaded with duplicates, blurry shots, unfocused shots, other skaters, motion blurred shots, photobombed shots, etc.

“Hey.” You heard a whisper from behind you. “How’s it looking?”

With a sigh, you pointed to the top right hand corner of your laptop, revealing harsh, white numbers that read 250/3250

“(N/N), you started this an hour ago. At the rate you’re going, you’ll be up all night.” Joe noted as his hands gently came up to rub your shoulders.

“It’s alright,” you replied. “I can’t sleep until these are finished.”

The green-haired male clicked his tongue in annoyance. His hands didn’t stop gently massaging your shoulders as he watched you agonizingly sift through your SD card.

After another half hour. The clock read 2:30, and you were bleary-eyed and delirious. Every photo looked blurry, and you were close to tears. Your hands grew shaky leading to trouble moving your mouse.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong? What’s on your mind?” Joe’s whispered question brought you over the edge. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as your shoulders shook. “Hey…”

“Joe, please just-“ you sniffled. “Please, I need a hug.”

The man wasted no time gently taking you in his lap and holding you close. He cradled your head and let it rest on his shoulder as he placed his other arm around your torso. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? Why can’t we go to sleep yet?”

“You can go to sleep whenever…” you murmured. “I have to get these photos out by morning or else they’ll-“ a whimper escaped you. “It’ll tarnish my name. This is my living, this is how I’m still able to see everyone-“

“Hey… don’t you dare think that you’ll lose us. You are a damn talented photographer, and I think that freakish competitive skateboarders know how important a good night’s sleep is. They will understand, (N/N). Make a note of where you are, and let’s get you to bed.”

With a nod and a sniffle, you agreed. Joe opened a notepad on your computer, writing down the number you left off on. He carefully stood up with you in his arms, being careful to not step on the sleeping bodies on the floor. He went down the hall to Hiromi’s room and was met with a sleeping Kaoru and Miya.

With a gentle sigh, he returned to the main room and carefully laid down on the sofa. He covered the two of you with a blanket and put a decorative pillow behind his head.

It wasn’t comfortable whatsoever, but the important part was that you were finally asleep.

Smiling, he cradled your head once again and felt his eyes drooping shut.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[dzgrizzle]

Java Jive Atlanta, 1994-2024. You will be missed.

[emmaklee]

(via The Manhattan Transfer - Java Jive - YouTube)

[eriksangel666]

New podcast episode is up! This week we ride some vocal slides all the way down Route 66 as we discuss the music of the Manhattan Transfer...and boy do we have some thoughts and feelings on this one

[chaptertwo-thepacnw]

tacoma, washington. 2024

[chronomally]

They need to make a club remix of "Java Jive" by The Ink Spots

[wonderlustology]

[abbygracerecs]

Matthew Gray Gubler and Co Fic Recommendations

❤️‍🔥 - Smut

🤰 - Pregnancy/Parenthood

⚠️ - Potential Trigger

♾ - Neurodivergent!reader

❤️ - Soulmate AU

Spencer Reid

Drop - @pathologicalreid

Cryptic - pathologicalreid 🤰

Puzzling - pathologicalreid 🤰

(lack of) convenience - pathologicalreid 🤰

Three's a family - pathologicalreid 🤰

Orange Juice - pathologicalreid 🤰

Blue Ribbon - pathologicalreid 🤰

xoxo - pathologicalreid 🤰

Christmas - pathologicalreid 🤰

Porcelain - @imagining-in-the-margins ♾

Funny thing fate - imagining-in-the-margins ♾

Studious shadow - imagining-in-the-margins

Soulmate - imagining-in-the-margins ♾

Different Dialects - imagining-in-the-margins ♾

Mister Spencer - imagining-in-the-margins 🤰

Java Jive - imagining-in-the-margins

Dear Diary - @reiderwriter ⚠️ ❤️‍🔥

I won't let you forget - reiderwriter ❤️‍🔥

Flirting with the FBI - reiderwriter ❤️‍🔥

CNC - reiderwriter ⚠️ ❤️‍🔥

another cnc - reiderwriter ⚠️ ❤️‍🔥

That's what you get series - reiderwriter ❤️‍🔥

Isn’t she pretty, Daddy? - reiderwriter 🤰

Mine - @boldlyvoid ❤️‍🔥

Professional hairdresser - boldlyvoid ❤️‍🔥

Journey to Camelot - boldlyvoid ❤️‍🔥

36 questions to fall in love - boldlyvoid anything Em writes is amazing! also go buy something from them!

10 days - boldlyvoid

Christmas Cookies - boldlyvoid

She’s The Boss - @dearlenore 🤰

Bed Chem Two - dearlenore

Daughter-in-law - dearlenore

Calico Critters - dearlenore

Just Like Daddy - dearlenore 🤰

Ask the girl out! - @babymetaldoll

I love you - babymetaldoll

Online Secret Santa - babymetaldoll

Birthday wishes - babymetaldoll

Surprise - @gf2bellamy

Excitement - gf2bellamy

Overheard - gf2bellamy

For the love of lace - @reidmotif ❤️‍🔥

And for my next trick - reidmotif ❤️‍🔥

Double-booked for the night - reidmotif ❤️‍🔥

Mutual - @anothermansjeans

Youtuber!reader - anothermansjeans

Fangirl - @mariasont

Bimbo!receptionist - mariasont

A Surprise Delivery - @moonlight-joy

A Mystery Benefactor - moonlight-joy

Oh Baby - @i-get-obsessed-fast

Family - i-get-obsessed-fast

Slip Up - @reiding-writing

Surprise! - reiding-writing

Going Live - @doublekrecs ❤️‍🔥

Cockwarming - doublekrecs ❤️‍🔥

[lebuc]

my level

* all i ask— that you meet me on my level

Kim, Yeezy, Beyonce, baby Blue, Jay-Z Taylor, Nicki - how do they impact our lives, really?

now Glasper, H.E.R., Kendrick, musically - we might could start a convo 'bout them... *

but really, let’s bump the famous & infamous,

deal with ourselves, un-famous & free as long as we want to be

let’s talk of spiritual wealth, of bread & butter, & not hurting one another *

let’s talk Middle East peace Selma to Ferguson, the police; justice for all, abroad & right here, vis-a-vis; *

that squeal in the car’s wheel, city’s budget woes;

how kids today don’t know about Quik or Bosco - oh noes!

too few hot spots for Black thought southside of Chicago; vacation fantasies, St Tropez or Key Largo? * high health insurance, underwater homeowners’ credit;

hiring for jobs, hating DEI, promotions not on merit... & some employers still don’t get it. * how literary angst relates to migraines or stomach pain;

how ‘she’ just got on your last nerve again—  you know, her - that ‘Ms.Thang’. *

meeting on our level; we can talk, jive java, stay woke, smoke, toke (poke – i joke.)

...call me. * 3/15 - 1/25 ( feblog ) - lebuc - my level Call Me · Me'shell Ndegeocello

[voluptuarian]

Oh hey @forthegothicheroine, I was able to pull up the track listing for my Fallout playlists on Wayback Machine, including the one that's specifically themed for Fallout 4

Don't They Know It's the End of the World: A Fallout Radio Fanmix

One More Kiss, Dear by Vangelis

Chatanooga Choo Choo by Glenn Miller

Swing Doors by Allan Gray

Robot Man by Jamie Horton

My Blue Heaven by Gene Austin

Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens by Louis Jordan

Obey Your Air Raid Warden by Tony Pastor

You're A Sweet Little Headache by Helen Forrest

Red Silk Stockings And Green Perfume by Sammy Kaye

You're Just In Love by Perry Como

I Surrender Dear by Red Norvo

I'll Never Smile Again by Frank Sinatra with Tommy Dorsey & His Orchestra

Love Is The Sweetest Thing by Al Bowlly & Ray Noble and His Orchestra

Personality by Johnny Mercer & Pied Pipers

Tic, Tic, Tic by Doris Day

Worry, Worry, Worry by The Three Suns

(Get Your Kicks On) Route 66 by Nat King Cole

No More by Billie Holiday

The End Of The World by Patti Page

At The Flying 'W' by Elliot Lawrence and Rosalind Patton

It Might As Well Be Spring by Margaret Whiting & Paul Weston Orchestra

One For My Baby (And One More For The Road) by Frank Sinatra

Pack Up Your Troubles In Your Old Kit Bag by Bob Crosby With Martha Tilton

Jazzy Interlude by Billy Munn

In The Mood by Glenn Miller

I Have Eyes by Artie Shaw & His Orchestra

Big Spender by Peggy Lee

Stars Of The Midnight Range by Johnny Bond

You'd Better Go Now by Billie Holiday

Oh Boy, I'm In the Groove by Louis Jordan

Blues In The Night by Alvino Rey & His Orchestra

Praise The Lord And Pass The Ammunition by The Merry Macs

Trouble Is A Man by Peggy Lee

Flying Saucer Boogie by Eddie Cletro

Along The Navajo Trail by Bing Crosby & Andrews Sisters

Memories Of You by The Ink Spots

Tuxedo Junction by Glenn Miller

There's Frost On The Moon by Artie Shaw and His Orchestra with Peg La Centra

Fools Rush In by Jo Stafford

One More Tomorrow by Frankie Carle And His Orchestra with Marjorie Hughes

They Call Me The Wanderer: A Fallout Radio Fanmix

Daybreak by Harry James & His Orchestra With Johnny McAfee

Stormy Weather by Frank Sinatra

Orange-Colored Sky by Nat King Cole

The Wanderer by Dion And The Belmonts

(Time To Get A Drink) Just A Little Drink by Eddie Stone

Highways Are Happy Ways by Bill Boyd

Atomic Love by Little Caesar & The Red Callender Sextette

We Three (My Echo, My Shadow And Me) by The Ink Spots

Flamingo by Duke Ellington

There's a Land of Begin Again by Vera Lynn & Mantovani and His Orchestra

Lovin' Machine by Elliot Lawrence

Stardust by Kay Starr & Barney Bigard

Skyliner by Charlie Barnet

Sh Boom by Leon McAuliffe & His Western Swing Band

Hard-Hearted Hannah by Ray McKinley

The Java Jive by The Ink Spots

Jet Propelled Papa by Helen Humes

Let's Go Sunning by Jack Shaindlin

I'm So Afraid Of You by Sam Lanin & the Ipana Troubadours

Put Your Shoes On, Lucy by Anne Shelton

Frenesi by Artie Shaw

Ivory Tower by Cathy Carr

Pistol Packin' Mama by Bing Crosby and the Andrews Sisters

Rockin' With The Rockets by Harlan Leonard

Fallout Shelter by Billy Chambers

Cool Water by The Sons Of The Pioneers

Nobody Knows You When You're Down And Out by Bessie Smith

Put Another Chair At The Table by The Mills Brothers

Me And The Man In The Moon by The Ambassadors

Deep In A Dream by The Artie Shaw Orchestra With Helen Forrest

Rocket 69 by Todd Rhodes With Connie Allen

I Let A Song Go Out My Heart by Duke Ellington

To Each His Own by Eddy Howard

Twentieth Century Blues by Noel Coward

Button up Your Overcoat by Waring's Pennsylvanians

Radar Blues by Big Joe Turner

Milkman Keep Those Bottles Quiet by Kay Kyser and Sully Mason

Sentimental Journey by Les Brown & His Orchestra

Dear Hearts And Gentle People by Bob Crosby And The Bobcats

Wheel Of Fortune by Kay Starr

Atom Bomb Baby by The Five Stars

Don't Fence Me In by Bing Crosby and the Andrews Sisters

On The Sunny Side Of The Street by By Layton And Johnstone

When The Lights Go On All Over The World by Vaughn Monroe

Breezing Along with the Breeze by Josephine Baker

[duckymcdoorknob]

OKAY OKAY GOTCHA

Soooooo

a small and a medium with tanaka from haikyuu pls👉👈 !!

I AM USNG THIS ONE AS AN EXCUSE TO WRITE WHATS BURNING IN MY BRAIN RN

ILY anon I hope you enjoy

(P/N) stands for pet name bc I can’t think of a weird ass one that he’d use

CASUALLY REALIZES I DIDNT FOLLOW THE PROMPT AFTER WRITING A WHOLE THING OH NO I HOPE ITS OKAY

CW BELOW THE CUT: bug mentions! World’s most tiny suggestive joke.

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

A blood curdling scream sent your boyfriend scrambling to get to you. His socked feet pounded against the hardwood of his kitchen floor, knocking over a stool in the process. He dove around corners, damn near taking his head off every time he did so. He scrambled up the stairs, and finally reached the outside of the locked, bathroom door.

“(Y/N)!?” he called out in urgency, going to turn the lock.

“RYU!” You yelp. “HELP!”

“What’s wrong?!” His tone was laced with concern and fear as he jiggled the doorknob. To his dismay, it was locked.

“(P/N), the door is locked! I can’t get in!”

“FUCK!” You exclaimed, before another squealing scream left your lips.

“What’s the matter? Honey, I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.

“THERE’S A BIG, SCARY BUG ON THE FLOOR!” You squealed as you continued to inch away from it.

Tanaka sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Well, now he knew that you weren’t in any immediate danger. Granted, you were clinging onto the wall like spider man, but you wouldn’t sustain any real injuries from a fall that short. “I cant come kill it unless if you unlock the door.” He replied calmly.

“YES YOU CAN! IT’S A BASIC DOOR LOCK.” You yelled through the wall.

You were right. Your lover examined the lock and noticed that it was merely a basic lock, which lacked the need for a key. He retreated to his bedroom and looked for anything flat. His piggy bank was empty, his father kept all of the screwdrivers locked away from him, and he had no credit cards.

With a grunt of irritation, Ryu bounded back down the stairwell, grabbing a butter knife from the drawer. Before sprinting back upstairs, he grabbed a bottle of insect repellent. He jammed the knife in the lock and turned it, then waited to open the door.

“You decent, babe?” He asked, fingers prepped and ready on the handle.

“I mean as much as my skimpy towel can cover, yeah.”

Tanaka turned the knife in the lock and easily freed the door, covering his eyes slightly as he entered the room. Then, he saw you. You were cowering in the corner with your towel barely covering your body. The “giant” bug was merely a small beetle, vibing on the tile floor.

Nonetheless, this beetle scared his partner, so now it must die.

He prepped himself in front of you holding the can of repellant. Before he could spray it, a gentle splash of water was flicked past him. Tanaka stared back at you, slowly and dumbfounded. “Did you really think that would work?!” He hissed.

You glared at him and pulled your towel up a bit more.

“Here, watch.”

He carefully sprayed the bug once, causing it to open its wings and close them a few times. The proud look on your boyfriend’s face melted away as you stare at him knowingly “Okay- Don’t judge! I’ve never done this before!”

You rolled your eyes, indicating wordlessly for him to spray it once more. Tanaka obliged and continued to spray, waiting to see if the beetle was dead.

Instead of dying, the beetle decided to get angry and flutter around the room. As it fluttered, you jumped a bit, dropping your towel slightly. You rushed to get it, and cover yourself with Tanaka, so quickly that you barely noticed you had dragged him off of his feet.

As the balls of his feet left the ground, you finally registered what would happen.

With a comedic “splash”, the two of you lay in the bathtub you had just been using for your shower, soaked to the bone and giggling.

Your boyfriend looked at you with a cocky smile. “Y’know, (Y/N), if you wanted to take a bath together, you could’ve just asked me.”

You shoved his head under the water.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[daggerzine]

Throwback Thursday #75!- Girl Trouble- Hit It Or Quit It (K Records, 1988, reissue in 2013)

This long-running Tacoma, WA quartet had been at it for a few years before the debut came out in 1988. The band: vocalist Kurt "KP" Kendall (who replaced original vocalist Dave Duet), guitarist Bill "Big Kahuna" Henderson, his sister Bon (aka Bon Von Wheelie) on drums, and bassist Dale Phillips, apparently all met at the Java Jive, a coffee shop in Tacoma, and shortly thereafter they formed the band and began playing out. 

After releasing a few singles on Olympia's K label the band finally released their debut full-length in 1988. Clocking in at 14 songs, the band mixes plenty of ace originals with some well-placed covers. 

A few of the originals that stand tall here include "Wrecking Ball," "Primeval," and "Riverbed" to name but a few, while their covers of Paul Revere & the Raider's "Steppin' Out" and George Jones' "White Lightning" are given the G.T treatment. That means boatloads of hiss and reverb, sock-hop rhythms, and the fun, yet growling vocals of Kendall (think a more party-hearty Lux Interior). 

Though they haven't released a record in over two decades, they also haven't ever released a bad one and this is where it all started. So do add this to your collection, like pronto.

Oh, and I've said it before and I'll say it again: They are one of the best live bands on the planet (and great people) and still play out on occasion, so what are you waiting for, bub?! 

www.girltrouble.bandcamp.com

www.krecs.bandcamp.com

[punk-chicken-radio]

the ink spots - the java jive

-ax and TOS

[pigeon-haze]

Life hurts, life is hard. Coffee makes it better.

[antiquesintheattic]

i am the way i am because when i was 10/11 these were my favorite songs

used to make my mom play 40s on 4 whenever we’d go to antique stores (that rhymed… bars)