obscene music

Georgi appears to have no interests other than Anya, the Russian Nationals, and obscenely terrible music. Mila, on the other hand, is quickly proving herself to be the Female Russian Phichit, a combination that Yuuri genuinely didn’t think was scientifically possible, but it’s all right there in front of him: the endless cheerfulness, the unexpectedly sassy sense of humour, and the oddly specific willingness to coincidentally leave Yuuri alone in close quarters with stunningly beautiful men who make him tongue-tied.
—  Setting Sun Chapter 16 is happening slowly, but awesomely.
I’ll Be There - Part 15


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Member: Hoseok

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 6275 

Summary: You and Hoseok are best friends and just like any story that starts like this, nothing good ever happens. One night when Hoseok is in his drunken state, he says some things that make you reconsider how much worth you actually have in his life.

A/N: Okay, I know I’m a little late, but here is finally is. THERE WILL BE AN EPILOGUE. I didn’t want to make this too long and it wouldn’t fit in, so an epilogue it is. Also, none of this is edited, so i’m sorry if there are a lot of typos. I tried to get this out asap. Thank you for reading and enjoy Xx 

Also, I wanted to do a quick birthday shoutout to @kristiniec​. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 🎉 🎉 🎉

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“Kiss the bride!” One of the parents say.

“What —” Hoseok turns towards your and gives you a peck on your lips. Wait. What?

“I got the picture!” Your mother shouts with joy.

“Hobi. What did you do.” You look towards him and he gives you a toothy grin.

This was the first time you ever felt your heart flutter in response to Hoseok’s actions. Everyone in the neighbourhood was well aware you and Hoseok. They knew that you were the best of friends. Inseparable since day one, complimenting each other’s qualities, and some more extreme among those that you knew believed that you and Hoseok would get married one day. Perhaps your little five year-old heart started to believe everything that all these people said.

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anonymous asked:

Can I have Takao and his fem!s/o at prom (or some Valentines ball), in a very romantic and dream-like setting (like something straight out of a Disney princess movie), and then spending the rest of the night in a more spontaneous, fun, Takao-style way.. with Takao giving her a very special gift because it's also her birthday. I hope it's not too much, haha :D Thank you! - Takao anon <3

Anonymous said:  YAY \(^▽^)/haha thanks so much! I really appreciate it. If I’m going to send in future reqs, you better be ready for more angst though :D You’re welcome again~ ^^ and congrats to you and your blog for achieving another milestone!! Looking forward to the event ヽ(・∀・)ノ – Takao anon <3

So sorry again for yet another late story… Happy belated birthday, Takao anon! I hope I don’t disappoint, I’m rather burnt out ( ≧Д≦) And thanks so much for your kind words!! I’m focusing more on birthday instead of the ball in this one, since Valentine’s (and February, smh) is already over.

P.S. I’m not culturally familiar with the whole “prom” concept, so bear with me if stuff are inaccurate. 

Fem!Reader ahead.


“Can’t believe we’re going to be in their shoes next year,” Takao scoffs, sipping on his bright blue punch. You’re standing next to him, looking ridiculously attractive in your get-up. Takao is one hell of a lucky guy to have you by his arm in an event where companionship matters. 

When he said ‘their shoes’, he was addressing the seniors who are currently occupying the gym-turned-dance floor, having the time of their lives as the hall is filled with pop music. Even with his hawk eyes, Takao is unable to spot his senior basketball members Miyaji, Ootsubo, and Kimura. Thankfully, he has you by his side—Midorima was here earlier to say congratulations to them, but now he is nowhere to be found, presumably hanging out outside the hall due to the obscenely loud music. 

You sigh at the thought of graduating. Takao sighs, too, because it makes him think of his relationship with you. After all, there’s a possibility of the two of you going to different universities, and just imagining being apart from each other is unsettling.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Takao suddenly says, realizing that there is no agenda left but the dance. You blink, surprised at the bored disposition in his voice, but when his eyes met yours it is mischievous. A smirk has taken over his lips, successfully creating the rise in your heart rate. He’s a guy with a plan.

“Sure,” you answer dumbly, “but don’t you want to say goodbye to Midorima-kun first? We’re leaving him alone, after all.”

With a smile, he chugs the rest of his punch, grabbing your wrist to pace out the door with you in tow—you had to leave your half-full paper cup on top of a random table on the way out. Sure enough, Midorima is outside, conversing quietly with Miyaji, who is surprisingly not on the dance floor.

“Senpai! I thought you were dancing,” Takao laughs, slowing down to a stop to join both of his teammates. “____________ and I are leaving, by the way. Hope you guys don’t mind.” You can only offer a small smile to the two other boys, not wanting to seem like you are stealing Takao away from the moment. Miyaji shrugs and smiles back in a more aloof manner, while Midorima doesn’t look like he cares more, fixing his glasses and nodding at the two of you.

“Don’t sulk, Shin-chan! And see you around, Miyaji-senpai!”

“Happy birthday, ____________,” the two boys chime in simultaneously, added with Miyaji’s “enjoy the rest of your night!”  

“Congratulations again, senpai! Bye, Midorima-kun!” You say while Takao excitedly drags you as he runs, forcing you to keep up with him. 

“They remembered,” you shout-whisper to Takao.

“Of course! I couldn’t stop telling them earlier today.”

The two of you laugh spontaneously for no reason whatsoever, and by the time you reach the car Takao borrowed from his dad (just for today’s occasion) the two of you are just dressed-up people who look like you ran a marathon.

“Where are we going?” You ask, clicking your seatbelt on as Takao ignites the engine. He looks at you from the driver’s seat, an enigmatic smile on his face.

“You’ll see.”


Your surroundings are dimly lit and quiet at 8 p.m., but it strangely does not have the same scary atmosphere as most deserted city streets. In fact, it feels so peaceful, like you’re in the countrysides, but then again perhaps it’s the effect of having Takao with you. He parked the car near a convenience store and led you by the hand, his warm fingers entangled with yours. Now here you are, walking slightly uphill with him as you playfully chat, the click-clack of your heels against the paved street filling the occasional comfortable silence.

“You okay? I didn’t make you walk too much, did I?” Suddenly realizing you’re walking with heels, Takao looks down at your legs to make sure they are fine (and he discovers that they are indeed fine, but in another way that he’d rather keep to himself—he checks you out too much). You laugh and cannot help but slightly roll your eyes.

“Thank you for your concern, Prince Charming,” you tease, “because I’m a fragile princess that can’t walk on her own for two-hundred feet.” He laughs along with you at the silly dialogue, going so far as to press a kiss against your cheek good-naturedly. 

“You do look like a princess, though,” he comments, and that’s when you blush. “Very, very beautiful. The kind that makes royalties from kingdoms afar fall deep in love and can’t escape once they laid their eyes on you,” Takao says, upping his narration with elaborate hand gestures. You choke out another laugh.

“Now you’re just exaggerating, Takao-kun.”

He fake-gasps and you have to cover your mouth with your hand that is not holding his to keep yourself from wheezing at how funny he’s acting. 

“Why, dearest ____________! How dare you say that while I speak the truth,” Takao continues his avant-garde voice impersonation, only to laugh at his own antics and at how red your face looks like right now, a mix of embarrassment from his praises and from laughing too much. You sigh after the laughing spell is over, snuggling closer against Takao’s arm while the two of you continue walking uphill. 

“But I’m serious, though,” he says after he recovers, “you really do look beautiful tonight.” You shyly look down, chuckling.

“You dork.”

“Mmm, I may be a dork,” Takao says as he slips an arm around your waist to pull you against him, “but I’m the luckiest dork in the world because you’re mine.” Then, he cups your jaw gently, bringing you into a kiss that is sweeter than the aftertaste of the drink you had earlier in the party. You quickly drown in the sensation, finding yourself wanting more of what he offers. Takao’s lips are soft against yours, his tongue teasing every so often. When he pulls away, he smirks at your face, breathless and flushed red under his magic touch. 

“You look so cute right now,” he says as he pecks the edge of your lips.

“Shut up.”

“Right, right. We’re almost there.”

And he’s right, because in less than five minutes, the two of you arrive at the top of the apparent hill. A school can be seen parallel to the spot, situated a few hundred feet from where you are standing, but that’s not the place he intends to bring you. Instead, it is the nearby bench, overlooking a spectacular city view of nighttime Tokyo. You swear you jaw could drop open right now at how breathtakingly amazing the scenery is. Takao really enjoys that surprised look on your face, but that doesn’t stop him from tugging gently at your wrist, guiding you to the railings at the edge of the hill in front of the bench.

“What do you think?”

“It’s—wow,” you whisper, “it’s beautiful.”

“I know,” Takao hums in agreement, putting both hands in his pockets as he looks over to you, “very beautiful.”

You would playfully slap him on the shoulder for how overused that trick is, but you find yourself unable to because of the naturally romantic atmosphere of the moment. You lean against your boyfriend, and he perceptively hugs you by the waist, sharing his warmth with you. It’s just the two of you on top of this hill, accompanied by the song of crickets, and you can’t help but sigh.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he murmurs against your ear. You thank him with a whisper. 

The two of you stand in comfortable silence for a few moments before he decide that it’s time to give you your birthday gift.

“____________?”

“Hm?”

“Wanna sit down on the bench?”

“Sure.” 

“Close your eyes for me for a second.”

“Wait, what?” You say, taking a seat on the wooden bench. He sends you a grin, pleased to see the confused look on your face.

“Just sit,” he reassuringly says, placing his hands on your shoulders in attempts to make you relax. “That’s it, good girl. Don’t open it until I tell you to.” Takao praises when you close your eyes—even then he can still see that you’re slightly on edge, but he smiles. 

You have no idea what is currently happening even with your ears strained just in case there were any sounds—there aren’t, unfortunately, leaving you not only clueless but also anticipative of what is going to happen. For a few seconds there is nothing, until you feel a string of coldness against your collarbone.

A gasp leaves your mouth at the sensation, the slight weight just above your chest, the way it slithers and clasps at the back of your neck with a small sound. You want to open your eyes, look at him and tell him that such a gift is too much, that the view is good enough of a birthday present. You’re touched and elated, but he shouldn’t go through such lengths—

“Open your eyes.”

You immediately look down, holding the pendant necklace on the palm of your hand and there’s a pain in your chest from how happy you are. It is beautiful in its simplicity, with a small round crystal as a pendant. The crystal shines multiple shades of blue grey, an uncanny reminder of his eyes.

“Oh, Takao-kun—you, I… this is—”

“Yes, ____________?” He asks teasingly, taking delight in your absolutely flabbergasted reaction.

“How could you,” you whisper, and despite the words that fall from your lips, he knows that you’re happy, if the look on your face is not big enough of a giveaway. “This is too much,” you say again, this time with your eyes on him instead of on the jewelry.

“It really does look good on you,” he marvels, focusing on the necklace. “More than I imagined, somehow.”

“Takao-kun,” you pout—he’s clearly not listening.

“It’s a birthday gift from me to you,” he replies, looking at you as he smiles gently. The upward tug of his lips turn flirtatiously taunting in a split second, however. “Wait.. Don’t tell me you want to pay me back for giving you such a gift?”

The idea is not in your head until he mentions it, so you look at him in surprise before the expression on your face turns into something way more determined.

“Yes. I won’t accept this until you allow me to return the favor,” you reply, and it’s Takao’s turn to blink in shock. He certainly did not expect you to play along with his game, but judging by the ember in your eyes, he realizes that you are taking this with utmost seriousness.

“How would you propose to return it?” He warily asks.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, looking around you as if you can find ideas floating around in the air. “You tell me. I’ll do anything.”

He’s not going to lie, the fact that you’re telling him you would do anything to return the favor of him giving you a birthday gift sends his blood rushing throughout his body, and he suddenly feels more alive than ever. God, if you were with other guys his age, they wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of your words, using it against you to taint your innocence… Takao has to stop his line of thought because he gets pissed thinking of you with another person, while the truth stands that it’s him that you’re facing, and you’re asking him to tell him anything that you can do that can hold a candle to the gift he gave you.

“Alright, I have one in mind.”

“And that is…?”

“To stop calling me ‘Takao-kun’,” he says, and your eyes widen at how equally serious he sounds. “Call me Kazunari from now on. Better yet, call me Kazu.”

“Okay,” you reply, your voice significantly softer.

He looks at you, tentative and anticipating. 

“Can you… give it a try?”

You have to lick your lips, suddenly realizing that they are dry, a gesture that catches Takao’s eye. He swallows, waiting.

“K-Kazu…”

It is by far the cutest sound he has ever heard to come out of your lips, and coupled by how utterly shy you look right now, your cheeks pink enough for him to spot under the dim lights—it’s enough to send him flying to the heavens and back in happiness. All he wants to do is to smother you with kisses enough to intoxicate, but he’s a teenage boy—he’s still going to take advantage of the situation while it lasts, and you can get mad at him later. He just wants to hear it one more time.

“Say it again,” he whispers.

“Kazu,” you say, with more volume and conviction behind your voice, and that’s when Takao launches his kiss attack on your face. You squeal, laughing as if you are faced with an overeager puppy (which he resembles down to a T right now, you may add). 

“So cute,” he murmurs in between kisses, and you somehow end up sitting on his lap. Takao ends the barrage of kisses with one final press of his lips against your mouth, and it’s much like cotton candy: a prelude of sweet and soft before it melts into something deeper and more passionate. You have to moan at the way his tongue dances with yours—you haven’t tasted alcohol before, but you figure this is how it feels like to get drunk, and you can’t say you don’t enjoy it.

When you pull away, the two of you exchange wistful smiles. Takao decides that you can stay for the view for a little while before he drops you home—you ended up staying for another two hours talking to each other.

Before you sleep, you smile at how you spent your birthday, and what a day it has been: attending a prom, whisked away to a scenic hilltop, and making out on a bench. These are memories you will keep forever, along with the necklace resting against your chest. 

anonymous asked:

#2 and #23 a jealous and shy steve rogers one shot? :) thank you

#2: “Whoa- dude, look at that!”

#23: “I didn’t realize I needed your permission.” 


Tony had thrown- for the third time this month- another party in the name of “letting loose for once”. Letting loose, by his definition, meant blasting rather inappropriate music about fucking bitches and getting money, drink up to 15% of his water weight with alcohol, and models- of every kind. The first two didn’t bother Steve as much anymore, he came to realize that with the work he and his team did, some obscene music and booze weren’t that bad of a thing. The models however, were a different story. Typically, Tony would only bring in female models, but he decided it was unfair to the girls of the team. So for this party, he opened his invitation to male models as well.

Tony’s parties were always packed, but with the new addition of the male models, Steve felt like he was choking. He sat in the bar, facing away from the scene, playing around with the ice in his drink. Steve was feeling a way he hadn’t felt in a long time; insecure. It wasn’t the insecurity he felt back in the 40′s, when he was smaller. He knew he wasn’t- physically- who he was back then. He was bigger, stronger, could actually breathe. But inside he was still the same punk from back then: courageous, stubborn, and heckin shy.

He has always been a shy boy, and it absolutely irritated him. He was happy with his body, and so were the ladies it seemed. He didn’t understand why he hadn’t grown enough confidence to just go up to you and tell you how beautiful you were.

He sighed, and sipped his drink, shifting his focus from picking at his insecurities to you. You were absolutely perfect in every way. If someone held a gun to Steve’s head and demanded he pick one of your flaws, he’d surely die. You’re flawless. Everything he could ever want and more. You knew he liked you, and he knew you liked him. After a while of Steve not catching your subtle hints, you just went right out and told him how you felt. And boy was he ecstatic that his feeling were returned! But he was Steve, and Steve was shy, and he had yet to ask you out on at least a date.

He let out another sigh, a pitiful one, and slumped on his seat.

He decided to shut out his rather annoying thoughts and went back to reality, letting the music  become louder than his thoughts. He swiveled the seat to look out to the scene, looking for you out of instinct.

He knew who you were with. As soon as the party started you had gotten buddy-buddy with a model whose name Steve couldn’t care less about. He knew it was his own fault you were off with someone else, so he couldn’t exactly blame you. You liked to party, and you wouldn’t let anyone hold you back from having a good time. That being said, he wasn’t mad at you, but he was in fact jealous.

He was seething with jealousy, and had to excuse himself from the small group he was in when he saw the model wrap his arm around your waist.

That’s how he ended up in a bar stool, moping.

He gave up trying to find you after a while, deciding it was better if he didn’t know what you and the model were doing. He went back to look at his drink before he heard a rather obnoxious, intoxicated voice beside him go “whoa- dude look at that!”

Steve knew the voice wasn’t talking him, but he looked to where the guy was pointing, and everything froze.

There you were, laying shirtless on a table, a pink liquid on your abdomen, with him slurping it off your body.

Steve tensed up, mouth agape as the scene a few feet away unfolded. if he wasn’t angry before he certainly was now.

As the last drops of the pink liquid were cleaned off your body, Steve stood up and made his way towards you. When he was in front of you, he picked up your shirt from the ground, helped you up, let you put on your top before grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the party.

You, having had a tad bit to drink, didn’t know what was going on until you were on the elevator, on your way to the floor with the Avenger’s respective rooms.

You pulled your hand away from Steve’s grip, and glared at him.

“Excuse me, what in the fuck was that?” you asked, as the elevator doors opened. You didn’t wait for his response and stepped out making your way to the kitchen. He knew you couldn’t see his face, but he gave you the same look he gave you or the rest of the team when they’d done something stupid.

“I could ask you the same thing,” He said, striding to the kitchen. He saw you struggling to reach for a glass cup, and got it for you. You snached it from him, glare engraved on your face, and poured yourself some water.

The room went silent as soon as you stopped pouring your water, until your gulps were the only thing that could be heard.

“If you must know,” You began, your voice still angry, “I was having fun.”

Steve scoffed. “That was you having fun?” His voice asked.

You slammed the cup on the table, your eyes piercing a hole on his face. “Yes, that was me having fun. Have a problem with it?” You asked, but before he could say yes, you said, “sucks for you then.”

You made your way past him, deciding to wipe your abdomen of the sticky residue of the drink you had on you. You shut the restroom door, knowing well enough that Steve wasn’t finished, and would surely follow you.

Steve sighed, and leaned against the door, trying to clear his thoughts. He knew you were angry, and he did not want to make matters worse.

When you finished cleaning yourself, you opened the door, intending to make your way back to the party, but Steve was blocking your way out.

“Move,” You said, but he stayed put. “Steven, move!” But he didn’t budge. He intended to talk things out with you, so you weren’t going anywhere.

“What’s your deal man?” You asked, “Why’d you take me away from the party?”

Steve’s face scrunched as the thought back on your body shot section with the model, before he answered sternly, “Your conduct was unprofessional.”

You scoffed, “we weren’t in a professional environment for my conduct to be ‘unprofessional’, cut the bullshit Rogers.”

Steve took a deep breath, his eyes softening. “I didn’t- I didn’t like you with him,” he mumbled and you almost didn’t hear what he said. Your blood boiled as you processed what he said.

“I’m sorry?” You asked, tone sharp. “You didn’t like me hanging out with him? My sincerest apologies Captain Roger’s. You’re so right, my actions were inappropriate. I do hope you can forgive me Captain Rogers,” You said sarcastically, before forcefully pushing past him.

“Where are you going?” Steve asked as he went after you, before you pressed the button for the elevator to take you down to the party, and he got the message.

“You can’t go!” He said, grabbing your arm, stopping you from going into the elevator. You turn to him sharply. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission” You responded, trying to release yourself from his grip, and Steve sighed.

“Please don’t go,” He said, his tone just as soft as his eyes. You halted your struggle, and looked into his eyes. “Give me one good reason to stay,” You said, your angry demeanor dissolving.

Steve looked into your eyes, getting lost in them as he thought of something to say to make you stay. There was nothing. His mind was racing, he couldn’t think of one good thing to say. He wanted to say so much, but words escaped him.

So he took one deep breath, lifted his hands to hold your face, and leaned in to capture your lips with his.

That was good enough for you.

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woo, this was… something! I really hope you liked this, my writing skills need some improvement, but i’ll get there! Feedback is welcomed but be nice, as i am a fkin cry baby .  Requests are open, so feel free to send them in!!!

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Bunk Fic Friday - Wanking is as wanking does edition-by Anon

Behind Glass by @trojie - Arthur gets a bit of a show from his exhibitionist neighbor. 

Superstar! (chapter 1) by @teacuphuman09 - Arthur watches (and gets off to) Eames’ obscene music video. (The whole thing is also great). 

Memories by QueenThayet - Eames keeps mementoes for when Arthur is away. 

For a Good Time, Call by @oceaxereturns - Arthur gets a number for someone who will help him relax, and gets more than he anticipated.

Hi, this is kinda weird but can I please have an imagine where you walk in on jack and he’s like jerking off so he’s really embarrassed so it’s cute but also smut? Thnx! Also you’re really great at writing imagines so pls never stop!!!!! ^_^

AN literally nothing is more awkward than writing something like this while your family is sitting there in the same room as you. “Gather round the fire kids let’s all watch television while abbie writes smutt about jack barakat” good days guys, good days. Also i am really feeling the best friend! Vibe rn so that’s what this is ur welcome enjoy xx

Warning: smut

Your POV

I was on my way to my best friend, Jack’s house. I had just picked up oreos, and I wasn’t about to eat them all by myself. I thought about texting him, but that would just ruin the surprise. Jack and I were so close that basically I could show up about any time and it’d be chill. Given that, I’ve seen plenty of things. This includes Jack naked and also him hungover in his bed, upside down. A lot of shit, man. But nothing prepared me for what was going to happen.

You’d think being best friends with Jack that this happens all the time. Surprisingly, he’s rather shy when it comes to his dick and me in the same conversation. So I was on my way to his place to share with him the wonders of double stuffed oreos.

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amaradonis  asked:

THERE'S A BAKUROKU MUSICAL?? WHAT????? i shouldn't be surprised, it's /bakuroku/, but holy SHIT

It’s… I…

There’s a tapdancer and their solution to clothes exploding off people is… literally ripping it off of them???

Hijikata is the running joke, Ie does a pop number, Souji’s goddamn pegasus, and… uh…

It’s a thing.

anonymous asked:

Worrick, Nicolas, Marco and Galahad watching "Anaconda" video by Nicki Minaj (we need some funny requests haha)

Damn anon this was such a challenge for me I hate Nicki so much *cries*

-Admin N

Worick Arcangelo:Hell yeah,” he thinks the moment a big oily ass invades his vision. He howls, and yells, and slaps his hand on the Benriya’s desk repeatedly throughout the whole thing. Nicolas observes him in fascination, wondering if he’s finally lost it. An irritated Alex tells him to shut up. By the time the video ends he’s nearly in tears. “Beautiful,” he thinks. After the nearly religious experience, he becomes a loyal fan of Nicki Minaj and openly defends her feminist ideals whenever she’s criticized–everyone thinks it’s ridiculous so they avoid the subject when he’s around.  

Nicolas Brown: He only watches the video because Worick literally forces him to, claiming everybody should watch what he calls “the greatest expression of sexuality of all times”. He can only imagine the lyrics, but something about the silicone asses bouncing everywhere tell him is not a song about spiritual insight or self-discovery. Once the video is over, he looks up at friend’s expectant grin and sincerely tells him: “you need help”. He thinks being deaf had never come more in handy than in the following days, since he was the only one who didn’t have to put up with Worick singing “my anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun~” He felt bad for poor Alex.

Marco Adriano: He’s outraged, horrified, scandalized. How did people get away with putting this on the internet? How was this going to influence the younger generations? Had Loretta seen this!? Good Lord, he couldn’t let Loretta see this. Once it’s finally over, he makes a mental-note to be more careful and monitor Loretta closely whenever she’s on her laptop; maybe he would install some parental control software on it without her noticing. Would that also block obscene music videos like that one? As he went over all this, he was appalled to realize he had been humming lowly: “my Anaconda don’t want none…”

Galahad Woehor: He finds it hilarious that Marco is so upset about the video, and even more that the song was stuck in his head, so he teases him about it whenever he has the chance. He himself had watched the video and simply didn’t give it much importance. He couldn’t understand why people were taking it so seriously instead of just laughing their asses off at the lyrics and enjoying all the booty, as he had done. “I got to show this to Loretta,” was his first thought after it was over. “She’s gonna have a good laugh with this.” Unfortunately, he would have to go over Marco’s dead body first.

HOW MUSIC GOT FREE - Stephen Witt

A blistering story of obsession, music and obscene money. A story of visionaries, criminals and moguls. How Music Got Free is about the greatest pirate in history, the most powerful executive in the music business, and an illegal website six times the size of iTunes.

Our cover ‘displays’ one of the main protagonists, and hints at how one man’s crime snowballs into an explosive moment in history. 

Published by The Bodley Head in June 2015.

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To my dearest friend Barron, you have opened my eyes to uncountable  wonders in this world and inspired me to search the pages of so many closed books. 

An interesting thing Baz and i thought of - was how music can travel the world through word of mouth. In the next few days, without doubt, you’ll notice someone say “Have you heard that new song?” then swiftly and persuasively show you.. next minute you’ll have it on repeat for the rest of the week. Music bewilders me, it brings people together, enriches a sense of belonging in people from the most obscure of places. I feel that somewhere in the world, there is a corresponding song or instrument for every emotion that i will ever feel… amazing. 

On another note, I cannot believe how lewdly saturated the American radio is with obscene, commercial “trash” pop music. Apologies if you enjoy that kind of music- each to their own.

I loved sharing the diversity and just all round amazeballs-ness of Australian music. Every time i got into a Lyft (Hire cars with Pink Mustaches and young friendly drivers) or worked with a local photographer, i shared with them a long long list of my favourite artists and told them to stop listening to Drake Radio and start streaming Triple J! I was astonished that no one even know my two all-time favourite Artists, who happen to be from the USA! Jonathan wilson and Darkside! AHH! Madness!

I love sharing my love for music with everyone, without music the world would be a dull place with a lot of awkward silences. I am lazy and share a Soundcloud called Frankyellowbelly with my Boyfriend, D’Arcy. If you are ever looking for some new music just have a look at our likes! (link) But here are just a few of those obscure songs/artists i leave on repeat.

Take the time to unwind and listen to both of Jonathan wilson’s albums all the way through. Fanfare has song or two that are a little too “country” for me, but still amazing. I adore them all but the best by far are Fazon, Dear Friend, Future vision and Illumination. The ENTIRE Gentle Spirit album is to die for - go for it.

Darkside 

Jagwar ma

Willow Beats

Dream Koala

The Growlers

Ocean Alley

Dj Dakini

Sticky Fingers

If you dont know who Surfdisco,ZHU or Golden Features are… its time to turn up the bass on your speakers and get groovy.

The Acid. Their entire Liminal album is amazing but my favourites are:

Basic Instinct never gets old. Animal &Tumbling Lights

Random songs:

Indica King Paradise, Bootleg Rascal

Jaime XX Sleep Sound, NY is killing me

Alt-J Something good (Fuza Edit)

the hidden block club as danny sexbang lies
  • jeff: a huge mansion in space
  • ian: i'll kill your dad and scream obscenities
  • luke: musically seducing all the hotties
  • caddy: nothing's more romantic than a murder in the second degree
  • wallid: i am the unicorn wizard
  • jimmy: everyone here has a black belt in amazing