#the harmonica solo FUCKS

[dogbunni]

something about saiki just tells me that he would enjoy some sad harmonica

[27-royal-teas]

ALANIS MORISSETTE !!!!!!

[hollywoods-angel]

my family is bullying me for listening to bob dylan on vinyl </3

[jadewritesficshere]

Sitting Pretty

This is just pure filth like barely a plot ok 😫🥴

Eddie Munson x Female!reader

18+ONLY

Warnings: pet names (baby, pretty girl), slight degradation and condescending language (use of slut) (this really isn't degradation in my mind but that's cause I'm used to a lot worse so technically it is but), boot riding, squirting

Eddie dropped the box on the coffee table with a loud thud. It landed next to the other boxes he had carried, and the one you had. After a long day of work, he was tired. He wanted to sit down, relax, and do absolutely nothing. Of course, when you called and said you needed help moving boxes, he came. He knew he was entirely fucked. Wrapped around your fingers. You could tell him to jump and he'd ask how high.

Eddie pushed a strand of hair out of his face, it briefly getting caught on his fingers, making him shake his hand to get it unstuck. He glared at the partially grey hair still wound around his fingers (you said it made him look distinguished and metal. He couldn't complain too much at that). You set your own box on the table and smiled at him,"Thanks Eds, I know you're tired. It means a lot to me you would do this." Eddie hummed,"mhm. What is this stuff anyways?" "Oh, my uncle and aunt were getting rid of a bunch of stuff, so they gave it to my parents, who got rid of more stuff, aaaannnd dumped it on me," you shrugged," I'll go through it and see if there is anything good, then send it to the secondhand store."

Together, you and Eddie started going through the boxes. Eddie pretended to be wounded finding a dungeon master's guide, you found a harmonica and attempted to play a Corroded Coffin song (which had Eddie wheeze laughing and joking about adding a harmonica solo to their next single), he had tried on a pink jacket at your insistence while you had put on a hat that didn't fit (both of you traded items and agreed they looked better on each other then yourselves before promptly tossing the items back in the box), and then you struck gold.

You pulled out a pair of light brown leather cowboy boots. The intricate stitching on the side had caught your eye at the bottom of the box. The tips of the shoes slightly pointed and squared off. You blink at them and hand them to Eddie. Eddie looks at them before scoffing," Nope, those will squish my feet. You see the ends of them?" You roll your eyes," Eddie, if they hurt people's feet why would cowboys wear them? They work on their feet all day!" Eddie was tempted to tease you and say cowboys aren't real, but then you pout at him. The pout making your lips stand out caused him to hesitate. "Please?" He sighed and couldn't help but give you a quick kiss before grumbling and sitting to put the boots on. He could hear your faint cheers as he sat on the recliner.

Your focus was on the box in front of you until you heard Eddie clear his throat and ask,"Well, what do ya think?" You turned and-

Damn.

Eddie stood there with his hands on his hips. Your eyes trailed over him. His curly hair was frizzy from the humidity and a long day of working and sweating at the auto shop. His skin pale, save for a smear of oil on his cheekbone. His tank top showed off his arms beautifully, muscles straining, his bicep wrapped from a new tattoo he had gotten. The tank top tight against his skin, showing you his waist. You could see the bump at his belly button where his piercing was. His jeans were slightly loose, the only light wash pair he owned that he threw on when he hadn't done the laundry. Those stupid cowboy boots sat on his feet, the slight heel giving him extra height. He turned and held his arms out, striking a few poses. They weren't heels, but they made his ass pop (God, now you wanted to see him in heels). The light jeans making his ass look bigger, perfect to hold. Slap even.

"Ya know, they actually are kinda comfortable," Eddie turned back to face you with a smile," they don't- oof!" Eddie lands on the recliner with a grunt from you pushing him. He glares at you," you have to quit doing that! You're gonna strain my back or some shit." "Hm...stop being so fuckable then," you climb on top of his lap and lean close to his ear to whisper," besides, you like it." Eddie clears his throat and grasps your hips. You roll your hips slightly into his, watching him inhale sharply. The scruff of his unshaved jaw beckons you forward, kissing it lightly before trailing down his neck.

You nip and suck at his neck, smirking as he tilts his head to give you better access. His hands that firmly grasp your hips, shift to grab your ass instead. You hum as you pull back, staring at the glistening neck and the lovely purple mark you left. It may be childish to leave a hickey, but you couldn't help but want to mark Eddie up, adding shades of purple and red near his existing tattoos. Eddie's eyes are blown, his pale face flushed a deep red. You shift on top of him, rolling your hips into his again, feeling his hardening length. The feeling of you grinding against him makes him groan. Unbuttoning his jeans, you awkwardly try to unzip them, leaning back into Eddie's hands. He takes that moment to squeeze your ass. You whimper at the feeling and lean forward to kiss him, thoughts of removing his pants forgotten.

His lips are soft, slightly chapped, but still so plush against yours. Your mouths move in tandem, tongues darting out. Eddie licks into your mouth, groaning as he takes control. He sucks on the tip of your tongue before pulling back. Both of you taking deep breaths. "Take these off baby," Eddie mumbles, tugging at the hem of your shorts. You nod and clamber off him.

You push your shorts and panties down, balancing a hand on Eddie's knee as you step out of them. You go to get back on Eddie but he stops you," Now hold on, baby." You let out a whine in annoyance. Eddie chuckles and clicks his tongue at you," You seem all pent up, what's got you like this?" "You, now let me on-" "Nah, I think it's something else. Like my boots, Baby?" You nod emphatically, attempting to straddle Eddie again, but he puts his leg out in front of you. The sole of his boot presses against your stomach, and he pushes you back lightly. "Prove it pretty girl."

You pause and tilt your head slightly before grasping Eddie's boot covered ankle. Eddie nods to his foot and taps your stomach with the sole. You step back and bend at the hips, eyes locked with Eddie's, and kiss the tip of the boot. He chuckles and motions you with a finger to continue. You give the boot another kiss, and another. The leather firm against your mouth. Eddie smirks," You can do better then that." "I'm not licking the boot." You stand up and drop Eddie's foot with a thud. Eddie relaxes back spreading his legs, "Who said anything about licking? What's that saying...save a horse, ride a cowboy?"

You blink at him as your mouth falls open. Eddie taps the boot against the hardwood ground, causing clicks to echo. "Go on pretty girl." You can feel your arousal slowly drip down your thighs at the thought of Eddie's request. It was demeaning, dirty, and damn if it didn't delight you. You slowly kneel at Eddie's feet, lowering yourself until your core hit the leather.

The fabric was stiff and slightly rough against your pussy. Your arousal dripping onto the boot, causing it to slicken and make it easier to move. You look up from where you're situated to look at Eddie. You can't help the moan that escapes at the site of him. The once slightly baggy jeans are now very filled out from his bulge. One hand resting on it, squeezing lightly. The top of his unbuttoned jeans showing off his happy trail. The opal belly button piercing glinting in the light. The tattoo of the dragon above the jewelry moving with every deep breath he takes. A hickey on his pec from last week. The rest of his tattoos scattered about, glistening from sweat. The scruff on his jaw and neck. The grey hairs at his temples. The smirk on his face, even though it is flushed. The demeaning look he gives you.

You grind against the boot, faltering slightly under his gaze. "Look at you, sitting pretty," Eddie coos at you, patting your head. He knows you hate that, making you feel small. Stupid. "Such a good slut, making my boots all wet." His words make you clench around nothing, throbbing with want.

You buck your hips quicker against his boot. You shift angles slightly and moan as the boot rubs against your clit. The sensation is too much. The pleasure invades your brain, coherent thoughts gone. You feel the pressure building in your lower stomach. A tingly warmth spreading out from your core. "Fuck I'm-" your breath hitches and your hips fumble losing rhythm. "Come for me baby," Eddie grasps your jaw firmly, tilting your head up to face him," Drench my boots like the good slut you are, pretty girl." You gasp as the pressure builds to a crescendo. Your eyes close and you moan head falling back in pleasure. Lights flash behind your eyes as euphoria spreads throughout your limbs. You distantly feel the wetness gush as your hips buck wantonly. Your brain goes fuzzy with static from euphoria. You briefly hear Eddie moan a fuck.

You come back down to earth, loosening your grip on Eddie's thighs. You hadn't even realized you were gripping them. You scoot away from his boot, still on your knees. The light brown leather is soaked, turning a dark brown. A puddle of your release is on the boot, making you feel warm from embarrassment.

"Fucking hell...you squirted," Eddie shakes his head and chuckles. You stand on shaky legs, Eddie helping hold you in place. You glance down at the puddle slowly dripping off his shoe and onto the floor. "Can I ride you now?" You ask saccharinely.

"You're gonna have to give me a minute," Eddie's eyes dart away from yours, clearing his throat. He shifts and you glance at the movement. His jeans are slightly loose again. The light denim jeans having turned dark at a wet spot. "Made me come like a fucking teenager," Eddie stands grabbing your hand. He tugs on your arm, leading you towards the bedroom.

You were definitely keeping the cowboy boots.

[d64d-n0t-sl66p1ng]

I was tagged by the lovely @whereforartthoumisthios for this fun music tag. I can never say no to music tags♥️

The five songs You actually listen to

"Actually, listen to" makes it seem like you're just pretending to listen to the songs. How does one do that? Well, I promise I actually do listen to the following LOL

1. This is my favorite Blues Travelers song. I just love everything about it! The harmonica solo alone is the reason to listen to it!

2. There are many reasons that I love this song. I literally sing the bass line all of the time. I love primus so much. Les Claypool is one of my favorite bassists,his style of playing is mind-blowing.

3. This is so hard because all five of my songs could have easily been from this next band. So I'm going to go with the song I'm obsessed with right now. I don't care what people think about Fall Out Boy. You can't deny that they have a way with words!

4. This song just makes me want to play the piano again. Billy Jole is one of my favorite musicians♥️

5. I know this is a cover but there's something about Trixie's voice in this song thst is fucking perfection 🥰

It was hard to just choose 5 😂

No pressure tags:

@invincible-selfxmade-punk

@andvys

@ghost-proofbaby

@neonghostlights

@spider-starry

@bolontiku

[ghostradiodylan]

I'm on a four hour car drive, singing at the top of my lungs (terribly, I'm so congested right now, not gonna stop me though lol), and having quarry brainrot. Who among the counselors do you think can sing well and who do you think can play an instrument?

I looove this question and I have to admit I haven’t thought about it that much so this is gonna be kind of off the cuff, instinctive stuff and I’m sure I’ll refine my opinions if others chime in (please!).

It’s kind of weird we never get any campfire singalong action in the game when there’s a guitar in Chris’s bedroom and he mentions Kumbaya, but maybe they’re tired of that from camp by the time the plot line picks up.

Miles obviously is a musician and Dylan’s the music guy so I’d imagine he’s musically inclined in some way. I’ve seen headcanons that he plays guitar and I could see that but I lean more toward thinking he would have taken piano lessons when he was younger and moved on to keyboard and adding on techie stuff like the Mellotron and Moog synth. I think he loves dials and buttons and weird sounds and he can sing but he’d rather fuck around in the noise. Any instrument he plays is gonna get a bit sad if he loses his hand but maybe he’d get more into sampling and remixing and looping computer generated beats as a result.

I think it would be funny if Jacob had a surprisingly angelic singing voice that was completely uncoached and no one ever expected out of him, sort of like Finn from Glee (RIP) but less auto-tuned. I think he’d be an acoustic guitar guy for sure just for the romance of it. Anyway, here’s “Wonderwall.”

Actual footage of Jacob serenading Emma, feat Abi.

Kaitlyn does not strike me as particularly musical though I headcanon that she and Jacob slay karaoke together. She just kind of shouts into the mic like a 90s riot grrl and sings Alanis or Joan Jett and kills.

Abi is so high school marching band nerd coded to me and I feel like she’s a total flute/piccolo girlie or else clarinet/oboe. Or maybe she plays violin in the school orchestra. Something sweet. She’s good but too nervous to perform or audition in front of people very much so it’s just a hobby she shares with people she trusts.

Emma I think would have a perfectly nice mid range singing voice that she’d wish was better. She probably started her influencer career recording Taylor Swift covers for YouTube but she’s a much better actress and dancer than she is a singer. Not quite triple threat material but she believes in herself so she’s trying.

Ryan has such a unique voice that I can’t decide if he definitely can sing or if he’s practically tone deaf. I kind of lean toward the latter. I imagine he hates his singing voice and rarely sings even for fun but if Dylan catches him singing or humming he’s like smitten times one million about it. I could see Ryan playing drums though, I’d imagine he has a good sense of rhythm.

Max, on the other hand, cannot carry a tune but sings ALL THE TIME anyway. And Laura cringes but finds it endearing all the same. He probably plays the ukulele. He just seems like the type.

Laura was a choir kid for sure and probably got solos in school plays and Max was accompanying her on ukulele and playing unnamed roles or else he was painting backdrops or something. We know Siobahn can sing and I feel like that would carry through with Laura for sure. I imagine them doing elaborate musical routines together on car rides even with their vastly different musical abilities.

Nick reminds me of a bassist I know who is maybe the weirdest human being alive. So that’s where I see him. He can sing a little but it’s definitely a backing vocals voice. I feel like he’d be in a stoner jam band just fucking around, playing the same song for an hour while both the band and audience are too high to know the difference.

Chris Hackett obviously plays guitar and Travis accompanies him on harmonica. Bobby plays blowing air over the lip of a jug and also cowbell.

I LOVE THIS ASK EVERYONE TELL ME THOUGHTS!

[battlebattleofthebands]

ok some mechs propaganda

theyre immortal, chaotic, violent queer space pirates!

each one of their albums has a plot, and its bassically "what if insert known story here was gay in space". so sleeping beauty and cinderella are in love and its very tragic and they end up dying in each others arms, loki is a lesbian trying to stop a fem odin from destrying the world and she does it by... dying in her lovers arms, ulysess is a drunk they\them veteran who ends up killing everyone and themselves, arthur is in a poly relationship with gwenivire and lancelot (and them watches them be murdred infront of him by his trans child), its great. their sound is very folk- punk cabaret, and all of their albums are very tragic. theres a post patricide harmonica solo. a they\them causes may\hem by setting fire to an entire fucking planet. tim is bassically achilles. mad lesbian scientist (multiple) found family with polycule vibes. you should vote for them.

they/them causeing may/hem lmao

[girlreviews]

Review #184: She’s So Unusual, Cyndi Lauper

You’re receiving a fair warning right at the outset: there are going to be no less than two references to The Simpsons in this review – possibly more -- and I’m not even a little bit sorry about it.

I think that Cyndi Lauper is one of the very first female artists I ever knew the name of and recognized, and knew her record from start to finish. I don’t think it was this one. I believe it was a compilation CD called Twelve Deadly Cyns… And Then Some, that had a really striking image of her with bright yellow hair and a bright red hat. It had all of the major hits from this album, and the next few, as well as the most interesting remix of Girls Just Wanna Have Fun that was done by the guys from Redbone, and was very much my first introduction to the bassline from Come And Get Your Love. That shit worked.

Anyway, I wish that every three-year-old girl got to hear Cyndi Lauper like this because she’s fucking iconic. Powerhouse voice. Uninhibited. Artist. Creative genius. A girl’s girl and a woman’s woman. I’d love to get drunk with her and play a round of cards. I bet she’s been treated like a child while navigating this industry. I just feel it in my bones and guts. Because of the earnest, girlish, sincere, whimsical music she’s making, as well as her unapologetic cute and girly aesthetic and small frame. But she’s always demanded to be taken seriously. She’s the inspiration I’ve carried around as an experienced professional in my field: I can have a bubble tea pencil case with a smiley face on it, and cute stationary, and a notepad with a bird on it, and a cute haircut and fun outfits. It doesn’t mean I’m childish, or any less good at my job, and I will rip you a new asshole if you fucking cross me or any of my employees, cool? Do not be fooled by the enamel pins on my jacket. I could stab you with them if I wanted. I just don’t, that’s all.

My notes: Money Changes Everything, which it does, has a harmonica solo in it, and I think we all need to take a moment and bow down to the boldness of that. How many harmonica solos do we hear outside something like Bob Dylan? It’s pretty few and far between and it’s really fucking great in this song. Every single track on this album is deep, fun, and interesting. And some of them have harmonica solos! When I was a doofy little teen, I used to have a necklace with a tiny harmonica on it. It was ugly as could be, but it was pretty cool. I recently started looking into whether there were any cute, adult versions of it. There are. And I am once again inspired by Saint Cyndi to be cute, functional, and badass.

I’m going to save Girls Just Wanna Have Fun for last because I have so much to say about it. So next up will be Time After Time, which to be honest is every bit as iconic. Genuinely. It’s absolutely beautiful. Stunning. Moving. How does one write a song so incredibly poignant and dedicated to someone? Can anybody listen to this synth ballad and not just feel their heart plunge into it? Maybe they can. Maybe they’re a monster. Not a Simpsons reference, but to illustrate my point: even April Ludgate, known to be cold-hearted and dead inside, can’t resist the pull of this song.

She Bop is one of my favorites. I think I loved it when I was really tiny. It makes sense that I would have. I loved nonsense. I still love nonsense. It’s a lot of nonsense (Oop, she bop, she bop, she bop, he bop, we bop, I bop, you bop, they bop, be bop, a lu bop), but it’s positioned over some very serious-sounding synths and electric drums. That’s my exact shit and always has been. There’s a good chance Cyndi Lauper and this song are largely responsible for my entire persona, in hindsight. That’s fine with me. I think this song is about bad boys and having crushes on them (hey, hey they say I better get a chaperone, because I can’t stop messin’ with the danger zone). Cyndi Lauper has always been completely about her uninhibited noises. Woops, and breaths, and squeaks, and squawks. They’re amazing, and they add absolutely everything to the experience. Simpsons reference #1 coming up here. They made it the butt of the joke, but I loved it. Cyndi Laupi (yes, Laupi), singing the National Anthem at a baseball game, with all that breathy, squeaky, baritone nonsense. Absolutely fucking hilarious. Also the way in which I mostly learned the words to the National Anthem (you try knowing it when you grew up in Europe? I do not accept your judgment, and frankly I’m still pretty shaky on the words and I don’t care).

Every track on this album slaps, and you should listen to it, but it is one of those where you kind of have to focus on the singles/iconic tracks because they are iconic for a reason. So here we go. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. I want to say that this song is so happy and upbeat and means everything to every girl and woman that knows it, which, is like, all of them, ever, and if it isn’t, it should be. However. There’s also a sad undertone to it, or at least I have always felt one. It’s always just tugged at my heart a little bit. I actually have no idea whether that’s just me or whether that’s a universal experience. It’s like a gentle feminist wish. She’s singing about oppressive experiences — from parents, from partners, from society:

“Oh Mama dear, we’re not the fortunate ones”

“Oh Daddy dear, you know you’re still number one”

“Some boys take a beautiful girl, and hide her away from the rest of the world”

It genuinely hurts my feelings. I’m not sure a song has ever so captured the simplicity of experience. Just trying to exist. Just trying to walk in the sun. Just trying to go home and chill after work, and for some reason, it’s just hard to do. But, in singing it, she’s fulfilling the wish, because she’s having fucking fun. It’s fun. I don’t know man, that’s really cool. I love this song. But it’s way deeper than I imagine a lot of people have ever given her credit for. I imagine to a lot of people, it’s just a silly little party song. But it’s not. And if you want to fight with me about that, I’ll get my cute enamel pins ready. Here’s Homer Simpson singing it, which I have always found extremely endearing. Do you think it’s lost on him? Probably. That’s sort of what’s endearing about it.

[tlexx]

Yes, Sir (Jake x f!Reader Smut)

Summary: Just smut, no plot!

Warnings: Penetrative sex, oral m! And f! Receiving, slightly daddy kink, hair pulling, slight choking

A/N: In my mind this is the same Jake as Poor Thing, so it can be a part 2! Good to be writing again!

Fucking Highway Tune. They had to go and fucking add a harmonica solo in the middle of fucking Highway Tune. This was the first time you’ve seen it in person, and it definitely left you a mess. Jake didn’t warn you or anything, just told you to enjoy the encore after giving your ass a firm smack.

So now you were laying on the couch in his dressing room, pants and panties thrown somewhere and your fingers dancing along your clit.

Every time you closed your eyes, Jake was all you could see. The way sweat dripping down his tan torso, the harsh breaths that made his whole body jolt, the rolling of his hips as he played. And his mouth, fuck, his mouth sliding up and down the harmonica was erotic to watch.

“Jake!” You called out, never noticing that the music stopped long ago. Those walking in the hall most definitely heard you, but you were lost in the fantasy playing in your head. “Fuck, Jake!”

The door slamming against the wall scared you out of your trance, and a red hot Jake was standing there disapprovingly.

“Jake, I’m so sorry! I can explain.” He looked you up and down as you stood, then silently turned to lock the door.

He moved to the small table across from you and stood in silence for a few moments.

“On your knees.” Jake had his back turned to you, slowly taking his suit jacket off with unnecessary care. The sweat had mostly dried off of his body from the show, but a lone bead of sweat traveled down his chest, over his stomach, then found home in the black waistband that sat lower on his hips than normal.

“Jake-“

“I said on your knees, Y/N. If I have to tell you again, you’ll get nothing.”

“Yes, sir.”

Of course you’ve been on your knees in front of your long time boyfriend many times before, but after watching him tease you on stage (and then finding you with your hand between your thighs), you were almost nervous about what he had planned for you.

Since your jeans were thrown over the leather couch that sat in the corner of his dressing room, you could feel every rough fiber of the cheap carpet that was rubbing against your knees as you followed your boyfriend's clear-cut instructions.

“I don’t like knowing that when I’m out there playing, you’re in here touching what’s mine.”

Jake palmed himself through his trousers, and the thinner material of his stage outfit allowed you to see the perfect outline of his growing thick cock.

You swiped your tongue over your bottom lip to collect the drool that threatened to slip out while you watched him saunter over to you.

“I’ve told you before: only my fingers are allowed to play with that tight pussy.”

“Jake, I’m sorry.” You didn’t care how pathetic you looked with your hands folded nicely in your lap and hair tangled up in every direction, you just wanted him to touch you in any way he pleased.

“Just tell me one thing.” He pulled his cock free from his pants, stroking it methodically as he questioned you. If you were just to look at his face, you wouldn’t have known of the filthy movements he was performing on himself - he looked calm and relaxed, only a hint of confusion knitted in his eyebrows. “What made you so impatient that you had to run off and fuck yourself?”

Your cheeks were as red as his second baby, his guitar, as you pondered what to tell him. If you told Jake the truth, you knew that everytime he put that small instrument to his lips he would purposefully tease you night after night.

“Don’t get shy now, baby. You were just moaning my name for every roadie and tech to hear.”

His thumb swiping over the head of his dick pulled any and every coherent thought from your brain, only leaving dirty thoughts of the addicting feeling of his cock pushing into your wet cunt.

“Answer me now because your mouth will be too full to explain yourself later.”

You shifted on your folded knees, feeling delicious pressure on your sensitive clit. “Yes, sir. Just, um, just watching you play.”

“No. You watch me play every night. What was different today?” Jake’s hold on his cock tightened and his wrist snapped back and forth faster the closer he got to you.

You bowed your head, embarrassed over your body’s reaction to something relatively small. “The harmonica. You don’t play it often and I’ve never seen it in person. It was just so hot and reminded me of, of um, of-“

“When I eat your pussy?” The corner of Jake’s full lips turned upwards in a cocky smirk.

“Yes, sir.”

“I want you to say it. Tell me what it reminds you of.”

“When you play the harmonica-“ you started in a shy low voice.

“Louder.”

“When you play the harmonica-“ you correct your volume and look him in the eyes as you speak.

“Good girl.”

“It reminds me of when you eat me out.”

Jake’s finger hooked under your jaw forcing you to keep the intense hold on his deep brown eyes.

“Why do you think I do it, baby? I want everyone to know just how good I treat my baby.”

Your mouth fell open, an involuntary action that acted as an invitation for Jake to rest his cock against your lips. Although you were still thinking about his confession, your mouth instinctively opened wider and took him down your throat.

“Fuck. That’s my good girl.” Jake’s head was tipped back giving you the beautiful view of his chiseled jawline.

You had no control at the moment, not that you minded. Jake was using your mouth and tongue for his own pleasure as he rocked in and out, face fucking you with a leisurely rhythm.

His calloused hands rested on either side of your head, nails scraping against your skin as he pulled your hair up so he could use them as reigns.

Once he had more control over you, Jake’s thrusting grew more aggressive. His cock hit the back of your throat, causing a wet choking sound to fill the four corners of the small room.

“I love that fucking sound.” Jake grunted out through gritted teeth.

As your hand ghosted up his torso, his head snapped down to watch your dainty movements. The way he was touching you was so different than the delicate brush of your fingertips against his stomach. Your eyes were screwed shut, but you had his body memorized that you easily found his chest.

Jake moaned again once you squeezed and ran your thumb against his hardened nipple. “Look at me, baby. Look at me while you suck my dick.”

You had no choice but to obey. When your eyes opened, tears flowed freely down your cheeks and met in the middle of your neck.

“You look so fucking beautiful. I could cum now.”

Even with your mouth full of his pulsing cock, you were able to shake your head no slightly. You didn’t want the fun to end, and if you were honest you wanted, needed, Jake to cum inside of you.

“What? You want more?”

To the best of your ability, you shook your head yes.

“You want more of daddy’s cock? Even after you were being a bad girl?”

Jake performed for you now, fucking his cock further down your throat just to see how much you could take. You could feel him twitch in your mouth, letting you know he wasn’t as collected as he was acting.

To even the playing field, ever so slightly, you moaned letting the vibrations of your hums linger when your nose pressed against his stomach.

“Fuck!” He yelled while he pulled himself from your mouth with a loud pop. A thick string of spit connected the bottom of your swollen lip to the head of his cock, not moving as you looked at him with an innocent smile. Jake moved one of his hands to the top of your head and pulled your hair back so you were looking straight up at him, his free hand wagged a shameful finger at you. “Not fair, baby girl. Totally not fair.”

Your lashes were thick with tears, making them even harder to look through while you held his eye contact. His cock rested against your chin, daring you to take the swollen head back in your warm mouth.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You feigned with a voice sweet and sugary.

“Are you really sorry?” Jake pulled you to your feet by your hair, a smile never fleeting from your face. His dick now rested on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your naked lower half.

“No, sir.”

“Do you want me to fuck you now?”Jake smoothed your hair back from your face, briefly looking at you with a softer expression.

“Yes, sir.”

The kindness on his face left as quick as it appeared. “Too bad.”

Jake pushed you towards the couch by your shoulders. You did your best to hide your excited smile as you stumbled back, but your anticipation was evident in the shine of your eyes.

“Why don’t I give you what you really want?”

You walked backwards with every step Jake walked towards you, bringing you to the couch sooner than you expected. Once the back of your knees collided with the cool leather cushion, you fell back onto the seat with your legs slightly spread.

Jake’s eyes flashed down, only briefly, but it was enough to make him lick happily at his lips. His trousers rested just under his cock, propping it up so it slapped against his stomach with every step.

You were so distracted by his captivating figure, you forgot to respond. Jake stopped walking towards you and threw an eyebrow up questioning.

“Do I need to go get my harmonica?”

“No! God, please no!” You rushed out, which Jake loved.

“No what?”

“No, sir.”

“Fine but one thing.” Jake got on his knees in front of you. He placed a rough hand on each of your thighs, yet you couldn’t look away from his stare. “You don’t get to cum until I tell you to.”

“But-“

“No buts. You’re lucky I’m even giving you this after you’ve been so bad. So, just be the good girl I know you can be.”

Jake applied a little more pressure to pry your legs apart as he leaned forward to kiss you. The kiss was the antithesis to all of Jake’s actions since he walked into this room. It was gentle, yet filled with passion. His lips melded with yours so expertly, your chest filled with a warmth that reminded you of the butterflies you got as a teenager.

You were so distracted by his kiss, you didn’t notice his right hand moving to your dripping pussy between your bodies.

Your head threw back so violently you broke the kiss when he plunged his index finger into your cunt.

“I just wanted to see how wet you can get yourself.” He brought his finger up to examine it with a devilish smile. “It’s good, but I know I can make you wetter.”

“Yes, Jake, yes you can.” You were panting, the thin material of your white shirt leaving not much to Jake’s imagination. Your hard nipples could be seen clearly, yet it didn’t seem to be enough to him.

“Take everything off.” He demanded while he pulled his pants down his knees then awkwardly shimmied them off without getting up.

It didn’t take you long to pull off the shirt, finally leaving you completely exposed to your gorgeous boyfriend.

He flicked your left nipple, gaining a high pitched yelp from you. Jake just laughed as he repeated his actions on the right.

“Turn around.”

“Wha-“

“Don’t question me. I said turn around.”

“Yes, sir.”

You turn around to lean your forearms against the back couch cushion. Your legs were spread slightly with your ass directly in front of Jake’s face, you were bent forward just enough to give him access to the pussy he has claimed so many times before.

Jake took an elated deep breath in, enjoying the fact that your naked body was taking over all of his senses. With two fingers, his index and middle, Jake spread your pussy lips to watch your wetness spread down your things in a messy stream. You knew his fingers were covered, but you also knew he loved it.

“Pl-please, Jake.”

“Not yet. I need to remember this when you’re not here.”

You were growing so impatient that you didn’t allow yourself to think before speaking. “Then fucking take a picture and fuck me!”

You froze when you realized what you said, and realized that you may have pissed him off to the point where he would stop. But, you weren’t expecting him to do what he did next.

Jake’s phone was laying on the couch next to you, he always left it with you while he was on stage. And with a very nonchalant movement, Jake grabbed it with his free hand and snapped a few pictures of his fingers spreading your cunt for him.

Every shutter sound of his iPhone made you more and more excited. The image of him looking through these photos on lonely nights and touching himself, cumming on his screen at the sight of your pussy.

“So fucking pretty.” His fingers pushed inside of you while he continued to snap photos every once in a while. You clenched around his fingers, tightening even more as he curled them upward to brush seeped within you.

“Jakey…” you sing as innocently as you could with his fingers inside you.

“You know what it does to me when you say that.” He placed a peck to your right ass cheek, becoming soft with the nickname you just called him.

“Can you please eat me out?”

Jake sunk his teeth to the same place he just kissed, groaning at your teasing virtue.

“Can you take some pictures for me?” Jake handed you his phone without ever hearing your response.

“Yes, sir.”

Your arms were at the perfect placement to be able to take photos of Jake acting out euphoric pleasure on you. Your back was arched, making the perfect curve to add to the already filthy, sex filled photos that were going to be taken.

With a harsher grip, Jake spread your legs and cheeks further so he could get even more access to what belonged to him. He blew a cool breath against your wetness, eliciting goosebumps along every inch of your soft skin.

You felt him push his face close to you, breath tickling against you, the knowledge that his tongue was right there caused you to bite your lip in anticipation.

You watched Jake, through the front camera of his phone, peer up with big rounded eyes and snapped a photo. He always looked gorgeous, but he looked even better where he belonged.

With a flat tongue, he licked from your clit up to the soaked opening of your pussy. Then he prided his tongue inside of you, just an extra flare to gain more sinful noises from your pretty mouth.

“Fuck, Jakey. Feels so good.”

You caught his prideful smirk in another photo before he cockily added, “I haven’t even started yet.”

He moved back to focus on sucking and flicking your clit in a delicate pattern. Jake’s nose teased at your entrance, not giving you the pressure and friction you really wanted. Your ass pushed back against his face, which at first he happily accepted before remembering that earlier you were sprawled out on his couch touching yourself without his permission.

“Stay still.” You whined when he broke away from your body, leaving you almost cold without his tongue playing on your clit.

“Yes, sir.” You replied fast and politely just to get him back on you as soon as you could.

Jake took the opportunity to silently ask for his phone with a flat palm. You turn slightly to give it to him, admiring the sleek shine that was coating his lips and mustache. He was a work of art.

He leans back on his heels slightly to get a better angle before slapping a flat palm against the curve of your ass. Your body jolted forward, causing it to shake more, making the video even more exciting.

He lovingly rubs the welted hand print that was quickly forming on your ass, admiring his handiwork.

“Jake.” You whined his name while you buried your face into the cushion. Your pussy was throbbing, not getting the attention it was so desperately craving from Jake. You wiggle your hips back and forth in effort to pull his attention back to why he had you in this position in the first place.

“I can’t help but stare, baby.”

“Jakey, give me your phone back. I’ll take good pictures for you.” You let your hand tease your tit just for some sort of friction while you waited for him to be pulled from his trance. If you weren’t twisting your nipple, you know your hand would have slipped down to your clit and got you in trouble.

“One more.” Jake took a photo of his index finger circling around your entrance, collecting all of the wetness he could. He was just about to give you his phone, then he hesitated. “Open wide.”

You open your mouth, allowing your tongue to stick out by your chin. Jake took another photo of your obedient face. Then another once he placed his finger against your tongue.

He continued to take two or three more as you sucked and cleaned off his finger, all while making contact with his lens.

“I should have gotten pictures of you giving me head.” Jake pulled his finger free.

“Next time I’ll let you record it.” You flash him a smile while you rest against the couch.

“Dirty girl.”

Jake gave you possession of his phone again, and you took a few selfies of your bedroom eyes as he got into position.

You knew the photo you wanted. You wanted a picture of your face the exact moment he began sucking on your clit again. And with perfect timing, you got it.

Your mouth was agape, eyebrows knitted together, and eyes half opened. It was the perfect snapshot to capture the skills Jake possessed.

The tip of his tongue flicked tightly against your clit, mixed with a vicious shake of his head every few moments.

Jake lapped at your clit, adding a new pattern whenever you got too comfortable with his performance. He wanted this to last, for your punishment and his pleasure.

You could see how much he was enjoying this with the pictures you took. Each one showed him smiling, eyes shut just like he looked on stage - doing something he absolutely loved.

“Jakey, I’m gonna-“

“Don’t even say it.” He replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing lazy circles on your clit.

“Yes, sir.”

“I want to cum together. When I’m inside you.”

Your whole body tensed at his words, especially your pussy. Jake raised to his knees to place wet kisses up your spine, ending right under your ear. “Can you wait for me, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He took your earlobe between your teeth, biting hard enough to get a small yelp from you.

“Yes, sir.” You tilted your head to the side to give him more room to play. He ran his teeth down the side of your neck, you snapped a picture. His flat tongue ran over the raised skin, you took a picture. Jake kissed along your jaw, you took one last picture before meeting him for a heated kiss.

“I didn’t eat you out for very long, baby” he said between kisses.

“I don’t care. I need to feel you, Jakey.”

You two were whispering into one another’s mouths as you spoke, the lust palpable between the two of you.

“How do you want it, baby?” His larger hand enclosed around your throat, gently squeezing while he asked you the question.

“Anyway you’ll give it to me.”

Jake scoffed at your indifference that was laced with neediness. He knew that you were so desperate to be stretched out by him, you would take it anyway he wanted.

“Good.”

Jake pulled you by your throat up off of the couch then onto the floor. You were laying on your stomach on the rough carpet, your legs sprawled out behind you.

He had his phone clutched in his hand, “Smile, baby.”

You barely turn over your shoulder and give him a small smile with your still swollen lips. Your makeup was running, and your hair was all but matted to your head. However, Jake just got his new favorite picture of you.

“Remember what I said?”

“No cumming.” You stated.

Jake kneeled between your legs, using his knees to push yours further apart. Keeping your chest flat against the carpet, he raised your hips with an arm wrapped around your stomach. “Again.”

“No cumming.” You repeated.

You felt him line his cock up with your pussy, moving it up and down a few times to use your excitement as lube.

You heard his phone take a few pictures as his cock slid in you. There was a slight stinging with every centimeter he fucked into you, stretching you so you could feel the thick vein that lined the base of his cock.

“Fuck, Jake!” You screamed out when he bottomed out in you.

“God damn. Your ass looks amazing pressed up against me.” Snap.

“More, please.” You panted out.

“No, I don’t think so.” Jake made small, minuscule movements just to tease you. While inside you, he purposefully twitched his dick just to give you a millimeter more of his length.

“I’ll do anything.” You begged without any self respect.

“Anything?”

“Yes, sir. Anything.”

“When I’m in Europe next week, I want videos every day of you touching yourself. These pictures won’t be enough.”

“Anything for you Jake, just please.”

You could feel him sliding out of you, and you whimpered at the contact you could get.”

“Please what?” You heard the smile in his voice as he stopped

“Fuck me, Jake! Fuck me!” You were so loud, but you had no care or concern for anyone else that could hear you.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

As soon as the tip of his cock left you, Jake slammed his hips against you making your body jolt with pleasure. You could feel his balls hit against your clit with each thrust, giving you the extra you needed to fall into a white haze of ecstasy.

“Oh my god, oh my god.” You panted and squealed over and over while Jake was relentlessly fucking you. It was repetitive but it was all you could come up with in the moment.

“I know you can take more.” He cooed. Jake grabbed one of your arms and pinned it behind your back. The only part of you that wasn’t pressed against the floor was your ass that was resting against his hips. “Show me, baby, show me how good of a girl you are.”

“Yes, sir.” It was strained and painful to get out. You could barely hear your words over the loud, echoing sound of Jake’s skin slapping against yours.

Your legs were quaking against his, but you used any strength you had to stay in the position he wanted you in. This was your favorite bedroom Jake, in control and confident with every one of his movements.

“I fucking know no one has ever made you feel this good. Have they, baby?”

“No, sir. Just you. You’re the only one.” Your eyes were fluttering shut, it becoming too much. Your breath was becoming shallow, the strength of his thrusts hitting the breath out of you. You couldn’t really breathe, but it added to the sex in your opinion.

“I know. Hey, keep those pretty eyes open for me, baby.” Jake was studying your face, making sure there was more pleasure than pain. Once he was satisfied, he took a quick picture of your face then continued his focus on the feeling of your cunt clenching around his cock after dropping his phone next to you.

Jake’s head tipped back, showing off his chiseled jawline and perfect neck. His hair cascaded down his back, lips parted, sweat glistening on his forehead. Sneakily you slide open his phone and take a few pictures that you’ll be sending yourself later.

“Like what you see?” Jake didn’t move as he spoke, he was reveling in the feeling of your pussy.

“Mhm. Yes, sir.”

“Yeah, I can feel you squeeze everytime you look at me.”

A blush grew across your cheeks when he smirked down at you. He looked good and he knew it. After Jake winked at you, all while still fucking you, you turn your head to keep the little dignity you had left.

His grip on your arm tightened and he pushed it further up your back. His other hand pulled at your hair, lifting your chest from the ground.

Jake’s balls slapped against your clit in a perfect rhythm to push your orgasm down your stomach, threatening to come out before you gained permission.

“You’re so fucking wet. Fuck, you’re everywhere.” You could feel it sliding down your thighs, covering both of your thighs in the sweet sticky mess.

You only could reward his dirty talk with high pitched moans that Josh and Danny could hear clearly from the rooms next to you.

Tears from the stimulation ran down your face, adding more to the mess you already were. Jake noticed and let go of your arm, choosing instead to push his camera in your face and take a picture of the scene.

“Cum with me.” Jake kept his phone close and ready to capture the moment that your orgasmed washed over you.

“Need. More.” You breathed out. You were so close to cumming, yet you needed the extra to push you over the edge.

“More? All that and you’re asking for more?”

“Please, Jakey. Please!”

He huffed out. “Fine but you better take a picture when you cum, understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

He drops his phone to you, hesitantly of course. But you know that you’re going to oblige to his request. With his now free hand, he licks his fingers then brings them down on to your clit.

Jake performs upwards circles at your favorite speed, knowing what you need to push you over the edge.

“Thank you, Jake. Thank you.”

You bit at the meat of your arm, becoming so overwhelmed by Jake filling you so fully.

“Thank me by cumming. I need to feel you cum on my dick.”

“Yes, sir!” You screamed out as all of your nerves lit up with hellfire. You do your best to take a few pictures as your kissy throbbed against him, your stomach clenching along as well.

Jake wasn’t far behind you, letting go and cumming inside of you. The warmth of his cum made you shudder and moan loudly one last time before you began to desperately pant to catch your breath.

“Fuck, Y/N. Yes!” His hips stuttered and slowed as finished completely. “Give me my phone, quick.”

Jake was still inside of you, so you awkwardly turned to hand him his phone.

Jake took photos of his cock sliding out of you. His cum dripped from his tip when he pulled it from you.

You were about to move until his hand on your hip stopped you. “I need a picture of this too.”

He did the same thing as earlier, and used two fingers to spread your pussy open to him. You know he was admiring his cum inside of you, taking a few pictures of the cream pie he gave you.

“That’s so fucking hot, fuck.” He cheered himself on with a wide prideful smile.

“Jake?”

“Yeah, baby?” He set his phone face down on the ground to give you his full attention. His face dropped slightly when he noticed that the tears were still falling from your face. You weren’t crying because you were in pain, just overwhelmed and needing a little attention and after care. He wiped two tears before leaning forward and kissing the tip of your nose. “Let’s get you showered, beautiful.”

Jake carefully helped you up off the ground, standing you straight up. You could feel his cum leaking from you, in which you quickly brought your thighs closer together. You weren’t ready to be rid of him yet.

“Baby, it’s okay. I’ll fill you up later, too.” Jake winked then pulled you behind him, leaving you blushing even more than before.

“Love you, Jakey.”

“Love you, Y/N.”

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[fiddlepickdouglas]

One of the greatest songs ever written was made by Adriano Celentano who saw how popular music in English was in Italy, thought the Italian public would just enjoy anything that sounded remotely English, and decided to study phonetics theory to create gibberish lyrics for this fucking banger that includes a wicked organ vamp, himself rapping, and a sick harmonica solo

And did he prove his point? Yes.

[carolmunson]

Do you have any HCs for Eddie and Stella that might surprise us?

some rockstar!eddie HCs:

wore givenchy gentleman for a long time until he switched out for green irish tweed by creed, stella mentioned it off handedly once and he was like 'oh i should buy that to impress her.'

he's partially deaf in his right ear and it only gets worse as he gets older. it's 100% from blowing his ear drum but not protecting his ears while in the scene

even though he has her name tattooed, he gets a star tattooed on his body for every anniversary. a star for 'stella' obv.

always seeking approval from his parenting from dustin. feels like dustin knows everything on how to be a good dad, so if dustin thinks he's doing a good job than he must be.

thinks the best date night he ever had was when they saw the spice girls together, he tried to act like it was stupid at first but really fucking loves the harmonica solo in 'say you'll be there'. and they put on a really good show.

almost fainted when he found out stell was pregnant. almost fainted again when they were born. cried every tear he had left in his body.

wore a pair of docs for seventeen years until they just gave up. keeps them under glass in his studio.

[sunflower-gvf]

my thoughts on the new album!

fate of the faithful- obsessed with the intro, i feel like not only does it set the tone for the song, but for the entire album as well. i LOVE the tone of the guitar in this track, and danny had no right to go that hard. i feel like josh also did a lot of challenging vocals and little riffs here and there which I LOVE. i just love the overall vibe of the song and how all the individual unique parts come together. 

waited all your life- i’m obsessed with the acoustic guitar opening and the way it picks up after that little acoustic intro. josh made the vocal jumps from his lower range to his higher range sound effortless wtf. i can hear sam’s part so clearly and he is literally eating it up, it works so well with the vocals

the falling sky- again, i love the intro. i feel like i can hear a little blues influence in the guitar and especially in the opening. this whole track is super catchy, specifically the chorus, and it’s hard not to sing along. and the fucking harmonica solo omfg. i obviously hear a lot of blues in the harmonica solo and i feel like adding that into the song really separated the whole song not only from the rest of the songs on the album, but from a lot of modern songs. 

sacred the thread- this was probs my fav single they released before the actual album, i love this song sm. i love that it starts with the drums and then the guitar comes in. i’m also obsessed with the bass line, i feel like it works really well with the guitar part while still being unique and shining through in it’s own way. josh literally slayed so hard b/c this is such a challenging song vocally (at least for me b/c im an alto), but he makes it sound and look so easy. the best part of the whole song is towards the end when the vocals and the instrumentals all do the same rhythm while josh sings the lyric, “sacred the thread” (timestamp 4:47). 

runaway blues- I LOVE THE LITTLE SPEAKING THING IN THE FIRST FEW SECONDS OMG! speaking of loving a bass line, i especially adore the bass line in this track. and the fucking guitar solo at the end is so good, it makes me want to cry and scream in the best way possible. i feel like this whole track is so different from a lot of the other stuff they’ve done and that’s probably why i love it so much. 

the indigo streak- definitely one of my favorite song from the entire album omg. THE LAYERED BACKGROUND VOCALS??? HELLO???? i feel like all those background vocals added so much depth and color to the whole song I LOVE IT. starting from the timestamp 2:30, it somehow gets even better??? the guitar tone in the solo is slightly different (i think) from other songs and he plays pretty high up on the neck and it just works so well, i’m obsessed. 

frozen light- the count off in the beginning omfg it’s too much i can’t. love the guitar intro, i hear some blues influence not necessarily in the notes jake is playing, but in his tone. the section right before the chorus is so good don’t even get me started. also love how josh sings about “dreams in gold”!! i feel like i keep saying it, but sam is absolutely KILLING IT WHAT THE HELL??? and in all the songs, but for this one, danny is eating it up what the actual FUCK. 

the archer- again with the guitar intros, i adore this one so much and i love how it feels a bit lighter and then the other instruments come in and it gives it a heavier, deeper, and darker feel. the way that this song transitions into the chorus is so satisfying and works so well. i also love the vocals in this track and i feel like josh got to showcase his wide range a lot here. jake’s solo in this song is definitely one of my favorites from the album. i feel like it can be easy and tempting for guitarists to only play really high up the neck, but he utilized everything which i absolutely love. 

meeting the master- i’ve loved this song so much ever since it first got released and i think my love for it only continues to grow. to me, it really encapsulates the whole album and their new era. everything in this song works so well together and it comes together to create a transcendent track that transports you into an otherworldly head space while listening (at least for me). i really love the lyrics in this song, they’re so beautiful and hold a lot of symbolism and meaning. 

farewell for now- screaming crying throwing up. knowing that they wrote this as an appreciation for the fans makes the listening experience all the more special i feel like. i love the harmonies and similar to ‘the indigo streak’, the layers add so much depth. i love danny’s part leading into the chorus (timestamp 2:00), ITS SO GOOD HELLO??? this is also one of my favorites of jake’s solos from this album, the solo works so well with the rest of the instrumentals, while still bringing in a new vibe and introducing similar motifs from earlier in the song into his solo. the ending is so beautiful, and i love the way it slowly lessens until it’s just josh left. 

final thoughts- wow. it’s hard to put into words how i’m feeling after listening again and really hearing every little thing. i feel like all the tracks are so unique but come together to create an amazing listening experience that leaves you yearning for more (at least for me). just by listening, you can hear how much effort they put into this and how much they have grown. sam’s bass lines were so fucking impressive and while i’m not a bass player, i found myself listening to his part a lot. danny is so incredibly talented and i feel like we really got to hear him showcase his talents in a lot of the fills he did, as well as in some intros or little solos. i really loved how josh used his full range and sang in his lower register. it made it feel even more special and impressive when he went back up to his higher range. jake’s solos and guitar parts kept me on my toes for the whole album. i could hear blues influence in a good amount of his solos and i absolutely adored that. he also played on all parts of the neck and incorporated different tones throughout the album which i thought was really impressive. overall, i am so incredibly proud of them, this album is so special and i’m so impressed. they really did something special and unique with this album and i just love them so much oh my fucking god.  

[n0quart3r]

1) Top 5 Zep songs

2) Top 5 most underrated Zep songs

3) Top 5 Jimmy eras

With explanations! Hey, you said you were bored 😝

hello!! im gonna do my best on the explanations because i suck at explaining everything 😂

1) no quarter, when the levee breaks, the song remains the same, heartbreaker, the rover

no quarter: the song in its entirety is an absolute fucking masterpiece, but a few of my favorite things about it is THE riff, organ solo, guitar solo, and robert’s vocals towards the end. it is such a powerful song in my opinion and it’s my favorite hehe

when the levee breaks: i remember when i first listened to this song, and i was just amazed. the drums are so catchy like??? AH it’s what makes the song so special y’know? and the harmonica parts, the guitar.. THE GUITAR! just fucking beautiful. i also love how it ends haha

the song remains the same: literally a song i can just dance to, it’s so happy and upbeat and my favorite lyric is “california sunlight, sweet calcutta rain, honolulu starbright, the song remains the same…” lol it’s great. this song is a 10283727289/10 😊

heartbreaker: once again, THE riff, that swinging bass, so fucking groovy i love it. and of course the iconic guitar solo in this song, no other instruments, just the guitar.. robert’s vocals are so sexy too HAHA

the rover: one of my favorites off of PG, i love how bonzo’s drums start off the song in the beginning and then jimmy’s guitar just comes in.. fucking magical. the guitar throughout the song is like my favorite thing ever, it sounds so good. i love this song so so so so much 😍

2) white summer/black mountain side, traveling riverside blues, sugar mama, for your life, the crunge

white summer/black mountain side: the danelectro. the fucking danelectro. when jimmy performed this song live at RAH 1970 he just seemed so into it, like he was in some sort of trance almost (i mean he seemed like that for every song he performed LMAO) he put his whole heart and soul into this song, it’s so beautiful like.. the vibes i get from it as well.. it’s very mellow but happy. it’s hard to explain i just really enjoy listening to it

traveling riverside blues: squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down my leg.. squeeze it so hard i fall right out of bed 😂 lol but this is my favorite off of coda, the slide guitar is very catchy and the music video for this song is great haha.. didn’t know it even existed till a while ago, i always have to go back and watch it because of something (not jimmy, not him at all..)

sugar mama: i first heard this song on here actually, someone posted it (forgot who😅) and i remember i couldn’t stop listening to it for a little while, i was obsessed. i haven’t listened to it lately but i should i miss it haha. it’s on coda (deluxe edition) and if you haven’t heard it yet, please give it a listen it’s soooo good and for what? my favorite thing is the drums and guitar, how they just work together, y’know.. it’s great

for your life: is this song even underrated? not sure lol but i like it. i don’t know why, but i love robert’s voice in this.. and jimmy’s lil guitar riff haha

the crunge: gonna be appreciating jonesy a lot in this one.. cause SYNTHS, BASS, HELLO?? perfection. he ate this song up😍 it’s definitely different from any other song they wrote, but that’s why i love it.. it’s so fun to listen to. i cannot get enough of the synths. cannot get enough of bbg’s talented, sexy ass😏 also the ending is funny, “where’s that confounded bridge?” so iconic

3) i apologize this post is so goddamn long but i really wanted to answer this ask lol. but i think im gonna put pictures of my fav jimmy eras in this part

hot damn.. long haired, princess pagey era. isn’t this everyone’s favorite jimmy era? cause like i cannot with how pretty he looks. he’s got such a sweet, soft face 🥺 ugh my top favorite for sure

BEARD. BEARD. BEARD.

he looked so sexy with the beard, but also still looked absolutely adorable too at times. i need him LMAO he’s perfect

erm.. THIS! his hair, jesus christ help me.. he looks so good i could cry 😩 also his face started to mature a bit during this time as well, which made him look EVEN MORE handsome (also.. ass in the last gif)

75.

do i even need to explain myself here?

long hair is back.. beautiful face.. 🤭

yardbean jimmy! he’s such a baby i love him i love him i love him i love him 🫶 i wanna just kiss him, n hug him, n hold him ☹️ sweet boy

whew! this was probably the longest post i’ve made ever, especially for an ask.. it’s been an hour LMAO but i hope my explanations were.. understandable, and made sense LOL. thank you @lzep for the ask! love ya❤️

[groovyace]

For the music ask thingy:

3,5,11, and/or 13

3 - Exeunt by The Oh Hellos. Literally would listen to this and prance around in grassy fields. Shit has me feeling like I'm in a fantasy novel.

Alternatively: Hasn't Hit Me Yet by Blue Rodeo. Simply because it was played during so many of my childhood summers. I can literally smell a campfire and feel the mosquito bites as i listen to it.

5 - Run Around by Blues Traveller ALWAYS. They put something in this song. That fucking harmonica solo comes on and I'm DANCING I do not care. I will be SCREAMING the lyrics (even tho half of them are indistinguishable).

13 - Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper OFC. IF YOU'RE LOST YOU CAN LOOK AND YOU WILL FIND MEEEEE

(I alswered 11 in my previous post :>)

[mrd-gvf]

Here is my very quick review of each song that I wrote last night after listening to the album

1. Fate of the Faithful: This song dragged me in an alleyway beat the shit out of me, left, came back to beat me up again and then left me to die

2. Waited all Your Life: This one was so sweet. I’ll never leave you Josh 😭

3. The Falling Sky: I’ve listened to this so many times but I still loved to hear it again. Also that harmonica solo 💯

4. Sacred the Thread: Always a good time even after listening to it 500 times

5. Runway Blues: Okay, I was vibing so hard with this one and then it ended. I love you Josh, but also fuck you

6. The Indigo Streak: I heard this during the live but damn that studio recording was on fire. That base line was insane

7. Frozen Tear: Loved it. I thought it was cool how it kind of dissipated at the end

8. The Archer: AKA Track 8. What a cool song. I loved the drums

9. Meeting the Master: Still my favourite, unmatched, incredible, amazing, 10/10 👌

10. Farewell For Now: 😭😭😭

[agentperezbian]

My favorite thing about 90s music is sometimes they would just do a harmonica solo. And it fucking slapped