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Our spot

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Our Spot A/N: This is my first attempt at a fic. It sort of takes place between episode 5&6. I felt like I wanted to fill some things in and try for a more organic start. Let me know what you guys think, because I have a bunch of ideas for other Jughead fics. — TO: JUGHEAD: 8:48PM Are you busy? TO: BETTY: 8:49PM Not currently, what’s up? TO: JUGHEAD: 8:51PM I just need to get out. I feel like I’m going crazy. Everything is just too much. Can you meet me? TO: BETTY: 8:51PM Sure, where? TO: JUGHEAD: 8:52PM Our spot. TO: BETTY: 8:52PM On my way   Jughead stopped short of the edge of the clearing. It was bordered on one side by the back of a hair salon, a small cafe, and a disused alleyway. On the other three sides, a dense forest, the same one that surrounded the entire town of Riverdale and separated it from the rest of the world. Once upon a time the tower at the edge of the clearing was a fire watch tower, but the years had rendered it forgotten to all but he and Betty Cooper. Actually, truth be told they had forgotten about it too, they just stumbled upon it when they were looking into town planning for the Blue and Gold, and decided it would be the safest place to talk openly.    

He stared up at the tall silhouette of their tiny retreat, a relic of a town that had lived and died before they themselves had been thought of, and took a small comfort in the flickering light of the candles dancing across the buildings facade. “If you’re not Betty Cooper this is officially the most impressive catfish I’ve ever been a victim of.” He called out as he began his ascent up the rickety stairs that lead to a small balcony that wrapped around the building. “Most impressive?” She called back, he could hear the slightest hint of a smile in her voice, which gave him hope that whatever demon he had come to battle with for her, wasn’t too great an adversary. “Well you know, there was that promise of the American dream and a functional family life for a minute there.” He half joked, trying for the umpteenth time to not resent the life he was actually born into.

Rounding the corner Jughead took in the room for the hundredth time. The wood floor looked worse for wear, but it seemed sturdy enough. The walls were also made of wood, but once upon a time they were painted white. Only a few flecks of paint at the top and bottom of the walls alluded to that now though. In the back right corner there was a built in cabinet that probably used to serve as a pantry but Jughead and Betty had used it as a makeshift blanket cubby, and on the back left of the room there was a built in bed frame with broken slats that Jughead had stayed up until three in the morning fixing, before throwing a camping mattress across the top of it. Scattered around the room was a myriad of evidence that Betty and Jughead had made the space their own: blankets, cushions, a framed photo of James Dean, some ramen, a camping stove, and a few discarded bottles of alcohol that they would occasionally use to celebrate a new story or finding a clue. Across the lower half of the front of the left wall they had rebuilt their evidence map again in case anything should happen to the one at the school.

Betty sat curled up on the bed, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and her phone in the other, lazily scrolling, but clearly not paying any attention to what was flicking across her screen.

“You ordered a Jughead to go?” “Well, not yet, but if he keeps making stupid jokes I might.” She smirked at her own wit, and put her phone down beside her. “So where are your guards?” Jughead jeered in his typical friendly mocking way. He crossed the threshold into the room and stopping short of the small card table they had been using as a makeshift desk in the center of the centre of the tower’s confine. Betty groaned and tucked her head into the space between her knees. She felt the warning signs of an Alice Cooper induced headache tugging at the back of her eyes. Jughead saw this and felt a burst of sympathy swell within him. As he watched, Betty pinched the bridge of her nose and mumbled something about a weekend retreat a couple of hours away. She tried to push any further thoughts of her overbearing mother out of her mind, instead focussing her energy on trying to keep herself upbeat and composed. “Sounds like Cinderella has the night off.” He flashed a smug grin to Betty, edging further into the room, staring at the slim blonde, whose attention had returned to her phone.

It wasn’t the first time that the realisation of their alone-ness had struck him, they had spent a lot of time in solitude up there, theorising, writing, joking around but this was different. Whether it was the goosebumps across her collarbone from the cool night air, or the way her hair was flying out of her ponytail making her look more human than he had seen her in a while, something made him very aware of just how isolated the two of them were. His eyes trailed down to the opening of her collared blouse, and down her chest, his eyes resting on her cleavage for a moment before moving down her body and the length of her long legs, before travelling back up to her sad, frustrated face.

“What is it, Juggie?” Betty asked, as she shuffled further back on the bed to a more seated position, pulling him from his inner monologue back into the room. “What?” Confusion swept over him, combined with the tiniest hint of panic, the same kind of sensation that a child caught in the act of something completely out of bounds might have. “You’re staring. What’s up?” She smiled softly, but there was no hiding the concern crossing her delicate features. If she had noticed the way Jughead was looking at her, she didn’t let it show. “Nothing, I just-” he fumbled, trying to come up with something better than nothing “Hate seeing you like this.” “I’ll be okay, Juggie. I just needed to see a friendly face.” “Sorry, in that case should I go?” He joked, thumbing at some loose pages on the table beside him, chastising himself for his train of thought. He tried in vain to regain some form of composure before crossing the rest of the room and sitting backwards in the old rickety dining chair beside the foot of the bed and crossing his arms on the backrest. “Idiot” Betty scoffed, throwing her head back slightly with a giggle. “Thank you for coming.” Jughead smiled as her expression shifted from an exhausted sadness to almost happiness. “No thanks necessary, Betts. I’m just here for the free booze and the banter.” Betty took Jughead’s form in. He wasn’t a kid anymore, and the past few weeks had definitely been reminding her of that fact.

They fell easily then into normal conversation, stealing sidelong glances at each other as they passed the bottle of whisky between them. While neither were ones to believe in things like psychics or spirits, they couldn’t deny that they felt a shift between them. Things were changing for the duo. Quickly, passionately, and confusingly.

Betty couldn’t help but admire the kind of person Jughead was becoming, ever since childhood she had held a certain soft spot for him, but that place was becoming warmer and deeper with time and proximity. Similarly Jughead, who had never seen the point in a relationship when all anyone ever did was leave anyway, and had always awkwardly pushed away anybody who exhibited any kind of romantic feeling towards him, was finding a sort of closeness with Betty that he was trying so hard to resist. In his mind, no matter his flaws, Betty would always belong to Archie, and anything standing in the way of that – especially Jughead – wasn’t acceptable. He couldn’t betray his friend like that.

“Do you ever feel like everything is kind of a joke, and you’re actually a part of some really cheesy teen movie?“ Betty asked, resting her head against the wall and finding his eyes with her own, once again cutting through his thoughts that had caused a veil of silence to fall over them at some point. There was a sincerity and a sadness in the way she spoke that cut through Jughead and made him want to hurt anyone who made her feel so horrible. “I mean, it’s usually a B-grade horror movie, but-” Jughead started, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Yeah, a lot of the time. I mean, my dad is - well, he’s my dad, and mom took Jellybean and split, then you left for the summer, Archie kind of left me in the lurch, Jason… everything is just all kinds of messed up Betts. I get it.” She nodded quietly, tears threatening the corners of her eyes. She looked at her knees and willed herself not to cry again. “It’s just too much. Everyone expects me to be this thing I don’t even recognise anymore. Boring Betty Cooper. The good girl, the quiet girl, the girl who might just go crazy like her no-good sister Polly.” The prickling had moved to stinging, but she swallowed the urge to cry. She was done crying. “Betty, you haven’t been boring a day of your life.” Jughead reached over and gently stroked her knee as he moved from the chair to the end of the bed. Betty snorted in response and clapped her hands together. “Juggie, when we were in the third grade, you bought sour candy to school, and I didn’t want to try it because it would stain my tongue and I didn’t want to have a blue mouth for the rest of the day because it was too silly.” There was a mixture of humour and frustration in Betty’s voice and she let out an exhausted sigh. “I am text book boring.” “Okay, so you had an off day, but who hasn’t?” Jughead offered, gently nudging his friend, eliciting a smile in response. The twosome was slightly tipsy by this stage, and his gentle nudge ended up acting more like a push as Betty nearly fell completely out of the bed, making them both incredibly aware of the fact that Jugheads hand had never managed to leave Betty’s knee. He moved to pull away, but her fingers snaked between his. “I don’t want to be boring, Juggie. But I’ll take boring over crazy.” Briefly an almost sobering silence fell over them as the night got a little darker and a breeze kicked up and extinguished a few candles by the wall on the opposite side of the room. “What if everybody is right? My mom, Cheryl, half the town… what if they’re right and I’m just one bad day away from snapping like Polly and ending up god-knows-where? I am so scared that I am. I am so afraid that one day I’ll wake up and I’ll be going wherever the broken things go.” Betty asked with a childlike concern in her voice. As she spoke, her hands flew around wildly in the air, each swing threatening to unload the contents of the bottle in her hand and break Jughead’s shoulder. Breathlessly she looked down again, desperate to fight the recurring urge to cry that seemed to sweep over her more often than not in recent times. Betty took a swig from the bottle in her hand and held it out to her friend. “Give me that.” Jughead sighed, taking the bottle from Betty and swallowing the sweet amber liquid inside. It burned on it’s way down, a dangerously familiar feeling that was almost addictive in nature. “You’re not crazy. You’re not broken Betts. Trust me.” His own words reminded him of the day his father was sprawled on the living room floor blaming Jughead for his mom leaving with Jellybean. He knew what it was like to doubt yourself so much, and he couldn’t even begin to suppress the rush of sympathy and affection that burst out of him for his oldest friend. What surprised him though, was the anger. He suddenly found himself infuriated with the world for ever making Betty Cooper doubt herself so much.

“Jughead, I-” He swatted away whatever words of support his friend was about to unleash on him. She knew as well as he did about the day his mother left, she was the first one to come looking for him when he hadn’t turned up for school three days running. She was the one who found him holed up in his treehouse, crying over the few photos of his mother and sister that he had. At the time he could never have understood why they left or if they would ever come back, but older and wiser as he was, he almost envied their ability to pick up and leave some days. As for Betty’s sympathy, there was no need to worry about something he had become good at ignoring. It was almost laughable to him how much caring for other people had become second nature, so much so that he chuckled when he spoke.

“It’s not important right now, Betts.” “You know, when we were kids, my mom wasn’t as bad. After everything happened with Polly, I guess she kind of snapped as well.” Betty sighed after another comfortable, but heavy silence. “She turned on just about everybody. It’s like she thinks that if she has total control, and the world sees us as composed, and neat, and united the town won’t keep whispering about her behind her back.” “What happened with Polly, anyway?” Jughead chanced, not entirely sure what he was meant to say or to what, but sensing that in some way at least, Betty expected him to respond. “I don’t know.” Betty shrugged, absentmindedly twirling a lock of Jugheads dark curly hair around her finger and avoiding eye contact. “Dad said after Jason… well, after they broke up, she tried to..” she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. “But you don’t believe him?” Jughead nodded as he spoke. It was less a question and more an understanding of the way Betty’s mind worked, but he didn’t know what else to say. “It’s just-” her eyes met with his, and she felt a sense of calm wash over her. He had an almost soothing effect on her soul. “- it doesn’t make sense. I know Polly. I know what she’s like, and how she reacts, and it just doesn’t add up.” “Betty, before you say anything else, is this going to turn into a Nancy Drew kind of adventure that could land you in parental purgatory?” “Of course not.” She smiled, pulling him a little closer to her as another cool breeze kicked up around the watchtower. “It’s more like a Holmes and Watson type thing.” Jughead rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight the smile that sprung across his face. “Please?” She added after he didn’t respond for a while, concerned he may actually not want to help her afterall. “Betty, I’ll help you find your sister. You don’t even have to ask. You know I will.” Jughead had never been as serious in his life, as he was in that moment.

For a while the two sat idly chatting. They spoke a little more about Jason Blossom, and the kids at school. They joked about something Cheryl had said to them a few days earlier. By the time the bottle was empty, Betty had pulled Jughead onto the bed beside her and slid his arm over her waist for warmth. When they were kids, they had shared the spare bed with Archie whenever they had slept over there over school breaks, and it felt almost like second nature to be lying together now. If not for the electricity that burned between them, a low, gentle hum that drew them towards each other like magnets it would have been completely casual.

“So, I’m glad to see you and Archie are back on speaking terms, Anyway.” Betty sighed, trying to force down the bitter taste his name left in her mouth. Try as she might to be his friend, everything he had been doing lately, specifically with Grundy, didn’t sit so well with her. The way Betty had spat Archie’s name out caused a guilty sense of hope to rise in Jughead’s chest, it was like it was poison to her and she was trying to get every last drop out of her system. “When -” he started, trying to choose his words very carefully “Did you stop…. you know, with Archie?” Betty sat in contemplative silence for a few moments, trying to figure out how to put those feelings into words. “The moment he said that Grundy believed in him when nobody else did, was the exact moment that I realised all I ever was, all I ever will be, is furniture to him. I’m there, always, and he stopped appreciating it. In that exact moment, it occurred to me that he represented something that didn’t exist anymore, and whatever he represents now… it’s not for me.” Jughead considered Betty’s words as they hung thickly in the air, Betty had spent basically her entire life fawning over a person who never once realised how good he had it. She had fought for him so much so that she had nothing left to fight for herself, and he still didn’t see how much belief she had in him. “But then I realised,” taking a moment to collect her thoughts, Betty plunged into her next statement. “That there was someone who deserved me, my friendship. Someone who does have my back. Who believes in me just as much as I believe in them.” Jughead looked up, suddenly aware of how close she was to him, her thumb tracing tiny circles on the side of his hand, each rotation sending a fluttering feeling to both of their stomachs. Her face was so close to his that he could see the flecks of gold littering her big blue eyes and the glossiness of eyelashes that had been threatened with tears.

Jughead froze, as did time. It was like every thought he was having was running through his brain impossibly fast, but so painstakingly slowly at the same time. He felt something rise in his throat, a heavy, primal feeling, and he tried desperately to swallow it down. He may have been wearing so many layers, but suddenly Jughead Jones felt cold, exposed, but in a way that fascinated and terrified him. He looked at Betty’s soft pink lips and every ounce of self control left him as he saw them inch the slightest bit closer to him and her eyes flutter closed. Their lips collided and though they didn’t speak again for some time, so much was being said by their kiss. It started slow, nervous, almost clinical. Both of them were caught by surprise, but very quickly it developed into a hungry kiss. He felt Betty’s tongue at the edge of his lips, asking for entry and he obliged, meeting her tongue with his and exploring, teasing each other. Somewhere in the distance they heard a twig break, and it snapped them back into reality. He hadn’t even realised that Betty was beneath him now, and his arms were propping him up beside and above her, he hadn’t felt her soft, warm hands creep up under his shirt to feel the bare skin of his back. They looked at each other with new eyes, and collapsed into a fit of giggles. Betty mouthed ’wow’ at him, and let herself relax into his side.

After a heavy, thought filled silence, jughead propped his head up on his hand and whispered in the darkness. “Betty, I-” She froze, reluctantly meeting his eyes with her own at the sadness in his voice. “I don’t want to be a rebou-” “You’re not a rebound, Juggie.” “You’re drunk.” “I’m not drunk.” “You drank half a bottle.” “I’m not drunk.” “I’m not a rebound.” “You’re not.” They lay once again curled up together for a while. Betty couldn’t be sure but she thought they must have fallen asleep.

Betty’s phone vibrated in her back pocket between them.

Mom is going Mommy Dearest on me. You awake?

A message from Veronica.

“Juggie.” “You have to go?” He smiled, trying to mask the faintest pangs of disappointment in his face. “It’s veronica. I’ll call you tomorrow?” Betty offered, stroking Jugheads hair as she sat up and retrieved her shoes from beside the bed. Jughead nodded sleepily, painfully aware of the coldness that washed over his front side as Betty got out of the bed and moved to grab her bag from beneath the card table. “Wait.” He called, right before she exited the room. With a speed that surprised even him, jughead got to his feet, ignoring the dizziness that washed over him and threatened his ability to walk a straight line let alone stand upright. “I meant what I said.” He assured her, standing much closer than would be considered normal, and reaching out to tuck a stray few hairs that had sprung loose from Betty’s tight ponytail behind her ear. “We’ll find your sister.” “I know. Thank you.” She nodded, taking his hand in hers and squeezing it gently. “Come over for breakfast this week, we can go from there.” Turning on her heel Betty started down the stairs. Jughead had only managed to make it a few inches back into the room to collect a couple of things before taking his own leave when he heard her light footsteps approaching again from behind. “Did you forget somet-” as he turned to ask her the question, her lips connected with his again, trying desperately to tell him what she meant, what he meant to her. “When you realise that what I feel for you, has absolutely nothing to do with Archie, let me know.” With that, Betty Cooper walked off into the night, leaving Jughead with a light heart and a heavy head, and the promise of potential. A few days later, Betty sat near Jughead at her mother’s dining room table over breakfast, setting their plan to find Polly into motion.

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scarlxrd - THE PURGE [Prod. RVFF FVRGO]

[kakoh]

Nx Talking

[blackbirdbrewery]

RVFF 2020! - Thank You & Winners!

OOC- Congratulations to everyone who snagged one of the many generous gifts provided by members of the WrA community! (Please note that it’s possible that you’ve won something not on your Top 3! We had some items unbid on, and if you hadn’t won something yet, you were put into the running for those!) If you won something, expect that to either arrive in your mail in the next 1-2 days or, if a non-physical item such as art or game time - we will be contacting you very soon to arrange!

We want to extend the largest thank you possible to all of the guests who attended, as well as those who so kindly offered up items for the event itself. We were humbled by the outpouring of love we saw in response to our initial post looking for gifts. Last night was a wonderful celebration of the bond RPers have with each other - we hope that you had an excellent time! Being our first year running this, we already have ideas and thoughts on how to make it even more grand on the future annual scale.  (A large hug to our wonderful @shamanofthewilds​ for donating his time as GreatFather Winter as well! We will have albums up of the photos later on today!) Also, I’d like to take a second and give a heartfelt thank you to my guildies. They work with such enthusiasm and love for the server...they keep me going, and I adore each and every one of them.  To everyone who sees this - have a safe and loving holiday season! If you’re having a rough time or just need an ear during this winter season, never hesitate to reach out to us. My Discord handle is VynixNostra#7777. You are important, and we treasure you. Be well. <3 ~V and BBB

[necr0phil]

Never told a soul all the pain

I've been coping with

I've been on my own

Get the fuck up out my face bitch

Better give me one good reason not to tear your limbs.

[infodram]

MG07SCA HDD SAS от Toshiba

Представитель корпорации Тошиба, мирового поставщика промышленных SSD и систем хранения, поделился информацией, что компания начала проверку образцов накопителей на жестких магнитных дисках для корпоративного сектора в основе линейки MG07SCA с применением инертной среды на основе газа гелия. HDD выполнены с применением SAS интерфейса и  направлены на работу в критически важных бизнес проектах с высочайшим уровнем надежности, устройства допускают нагрузку до 550 терабайт в год.

  Планируемая линейка продуктов MG07SCA содержит два накопителя большой емкости на 12 и 14 терабайт. Ведущий продукт объемом 14Tb изготовлен с применением 9 магнитных дисков PMR от Showa Denko объемом не более 1,56Tb каждый, второй образец объемом 12Tb содержит 8 таких дисков. Оба НМЖД обладают скоростью вращения до 7200 об / мин и кэш памятью 256Mb, а также оснащены двухпортовым Serial Attached SCSI интерфейсом 12 Gbit/s. SAS HDD устройства изготовлены по аналогии с SATA версиями с применением передовой разработки Тошиба, заключающейся в использовании газа гелия для НМЖД в важнейших бизнес системах хранения, а также других дополнительных технических решений,  направленных на рост надежности и срока службы жестких дисков. К таким решением относятся использование верхних и нижних двигателей, RVFF, различных датчиков и т.п.

  Новая линейка продуктов MG07SCA поддерживает фирменные функции Toshiba для корпоративных жестких дисков - постоянный кэш записи (Persistent Write Cache) с защитой от потери мощности (Power Loss Protection). Таким образом PWC с PLP позволяет сохранить данные при отключении питания в процессе выполнения операции read-modify-write (RMW).

  Общие технические характеристики продуктов MG07SCA схожи с их SATA-аналогами. Скорость передачи данных для 14-терабайтного жесткого диска достигает 260Mb/s, в то время как показатели 12Tb модели немного скромнее, до 250Mb/s. Производитель гордо заявляет, что новинки SAS НМЖД способны выполнять до 161 IOPS в режиме чтения и до 70 IOPS в режиме записи (блоки до 4Kb) при случайном доступе. Что касается энергозатрат, то, в зависимости от модели, жесткие диски расходуют до 7,8W - 8,28W в режимах чтений и записи.

  Тошиба не озвучила прайс на новые корпоративные НМЖД и сроки поступления в продажу для ЦОД. Видимо это вызвано тем, что конечная цена сильно зависит от объема заказа, предпочтений покупателя и других сторонних факторов

  HDD Тошиба MG07SCA способны стабильно функционировать в важнейших для бизнеса сферах и выдерживать нагрузки до 550Tb в год, а заявленное среднее время наработки на отказ достигает 2,5 миллионов часов, что весьма значительно даже для SSD ide класса Industrial.

[karlitapatricia]

scarlxrd - THE PURGE [Prod. RVFF FVRGO]

[river0vixen-blog]

Full Dark.

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[ajaklaaaaaaaa]

It’s again the first friday of the month which means it’s time for the ninth episode of YOSCHA PRESENTS: HITS OF TOMORROW! These hits are recommendations from all over the world (, , , , , , , ) and this time we have four newcomers countries to this series: Iceland, Puerto Rico, Korea and Australia. Enjoy the music! Sometimes I have the impression that my network embraces the whole world. I feel like I know the music from all over the world, but then I just check the lineup for the Amsterdam Dance Event (ADE). I assumed that a dutch festival for electronical music can tell me nothing about their HipHop scene but my research proved me wrong. It seems like that there is unlimited creative potential and that is something which gives me an optimistic forecast for our future. This time our journey leads us from the the Netherlands, to Iceland, to the United States, to Puerto Rico, to the United Kingdom, to Korea, to Italy and to Australia. Thanks to Lenny and Charlotte for giving me feedback, thanks to my awesome and beautiful Italian co-author Laura and thanks to arianoknows (Your hastag game inspired me!). Click the artists‘ name to get to their Facebook page. Enjoy YPHOT #9! Listen to all the music the Spotify/ Deepsify playlist Hits Of Tomorrow, or in in the Youtube playlist YPHOT: YOSCHA PRESENTS HITS OF TOMORROW #9 (NL) Yung Felix – Kow Gwe (ft. Aziz Wrijving) „Kow Gew“ is dedicated to my awesome and beautiful Italian co-author Laura (yes, she’s my girlfriend). Every time this song comes up she starts shaking what her mama gave her and honestly – who can blame her? You will do the same! (IS) Aron Can – Fullir Vasar „Fullir Vasar“ is a split video for two super spherical hits. I recommend to close your eyes and to allow yourself to fall into the vibe. You’ll probably like it if you like The Weeknd. Someone knows where the video was shot? I need to go there! (US) Bobby Raps – Desensitized „Desensitized“ is also a split video with an artist having The Weeknd relations. Even if the song is composed with multile complex intense expressions of the artists you will have no doubt about what to feel. I was destroying my imaginary interior design! (PR) Farruko, Bad Bunny, Rvssian – Krippy Kush „Krippy Kush“ is the feel-good-flex-soundtrack. The 350 Million views can give you an impression about the „reach“ of the „spanish culture“. Thanks to my cusin Claire (who lives in Mexico) for letting me know where to start my research! (UK) Sneakbo Ft Giggs – Active „Active“ is a Mad Ting! A threatening banger for the strangers in the night hitting shady strip clubs. Of course everyone can enjoy the song but that’s the picture painted in my head listening to this song. Could be on the Sin City soundtrack! (KR) Hoody (후디) – 한강 (HANGANG) „Hangang“ has a cheesy R&B flavour and takes you straight back to the nineties. Thanks to my friend Marc (Souluvmuziq mastermind) for sharing this finding. I recommend to check out our (sadly only german) interview with him. (IT) Enzo Dong – Italia Uno Fist thing I did listening to „Italia Uno“ was picking up my phone. Fake call someone and use your other wide spread arm to dance in circles where ever you are. Thanks to Christopher from the WTP! facebook group for opening the „Italian Rap“ thread. (AU) Split Figure – Brûlée feat. LBFRmikey „Brûlée“ feels like sitting in front of Gengar who’s hypnotizing you. Thanks to Ethan from the WTP! facebook group for sharing his video. Check Soundcloud for his latest EP „Crème De La Crème“ and hit him up if you got these phonk beats! (NL) Ares – Camera’s „Camera’s“ has a melodramatic but welcoming vibe recommended to enjoy with closed eyes. Besides the Lyrics Ares is responsible for the production (in cooperation with Skiba), the mix and master, the direction and the editing. Crazy! (UK) scarlxrd – THE PURGE [Prod. RVFF FVRGO] „The Purge“ is a masterpiece of disturbing aggressive Energy. scarlxrd is part of the new generation of rappers including screaming and other elements formerly beeing closely attached to Metal music into their style. (NL) Cloud Cukkoo – Obsessions This one is a personal (off-topic) recommendation. I got into contact with Jori (the lead singer) in order to support them while touring through Germany. I failed… It’s a shame because their music is incredibly powerful and lovingly composed! I hope you enjoyed YPHOT #9 For more music see my previous YPHOT posts. Feel free to send me suggestions or feedback to „yoscha at runffm.com“. Find me on Facebook/Instagram/YouTube/SoundCloud/tumblr. We’ll see and hear each other next month! Der Beitrag YPHOT: YOSCHA PRESENTS – HITS OF TOMORROW #9 erschien zuerst auf RUNFFM.

http://runffm.com/2017/10/yphot-yoscha-presents-hits-of-tomorrow-9/

[u-tang052]

scarlxrd - THE PURGE [Prod. RVFF FVRGO]

[rdgo289lp]

https://soundcloud.com/scarlxrd/the-purge-prod-rvff-fvrgo

[aramubthy-blog]

scarlxrd - THE PURGE [Prod. RVFF FVRGO]

[demoniclure-blog]

 scarlxrd is out here stealing my empty ass core once again.