#Boombox Art Car

[seven-thewanderer]

Okay I'm bored imma share this

I drew Fandroid the Musical Robot

but I also drew....

Fandrew!!

(I gave him drill hands cus why not) (it was because of when he explained in the Adhoc Pride special stream that he escaped by spinning really fast & drilled through it, so I randomly gave him hidden drill hands for goofs and laughs.. and he probably wouldn't know how to activate them)

(also I made their headphones both have gears on the side cus why not)

[webofdnw]

[marshmallowfairbanks]

Artist

[johnwickb1tsch]

Vino Veritas - Epilogue

A Destination Wedding Frank x Fem!Reader Fic

Attending the wedding of your ex-fiancé gets slightly better when you meet someone having just as miserable a time as you... Warnings: Nothing too serious holy shit. Cursing. Broken engagement. Nihilism, existential bullshit, copious amounts of sarcasm. NSFW. Angst. Grump/sunshine trope. Loosely based on the movie but I'm not that smart. Or bitter. 😆 chapter map.

Epilogue: That Most Presumptuous Of All Things

“You look so handsome,” you tell Frank, smoothing his suit jacket, straightening the little cluster of white flowers in his lapel. He smiles down at you, that warmth shining in his dark eyes that you know is just for you. Even after all these years, it still gives you butterflies. 

His boutonniere matches the baby’s breath braided into your hair. 

All these years later, the two of you are finding yourselves at yet another destination wedding in wine country. 

This time, you’re not half so annoyed about the presumptuous inconvenience. 

This time, the guest list numbers two: him, and you. 

No one was more surprised than you, a few months ago, when in the middle of dinner on a normal weeknight he set a river rock down in front of your plate of chicken carbonara that simply read, “Marry me?” 

You’d never meant anything more, when immediately you’d answered through your laughter, “Yes.” 

The two of you decided very quickly to forgo the meaningless trappings and pageantry of the conventional wedding. Who did it concern, anyway, but just the two of you? 

In half an hour, you will go to the courthouse where a Justice of the Peace will say a few words over your union, and you’ll sign a piece of paper together declaring you man and wife. This last big gesture will be undeniably sweet, but you can’t help but think it won’t really change anything between the two of you. The cement of your bond set long ago, mixed with dedication, sweat, and tears poured into this precious thing between you. 

It hasn’t been all roses. No real relationship ever is. 

Your fights are probably the stuff of legend in his condo building. Your first big go round, after the inevitable shouting match, you’d left his apartment in a huff, needing to regroup (so as not to commit murder). When you came back you found him sitting in the dark with his head in his hands. He’d thought you’d left for good, and you promised him that night that you would always come back for him. 

It’s a promise you’ve kept. 

A bit more embarrassing, your make up sex is probably legend too. Mrs. Fontaine next door always gives you a certain sly little look with a twinkle in her eye, the night after.

For such an expensive building, they’d sure skimped on the thickness of the walls.

He’s tried to break up with you, twice. Once, after seeing you holding a friend’s baby, (and maybe because you somehow managed not to drop it?) he convinced himself (without asking you) that you really did want kids and were wasting your youth on him. The second time, because he insulted you. Or rather, your art. His usually impish teasing just went a bit too far, and it had been a doozy, you had to admit. No one can deliver a cuttingly true remark like Frank, and he did make you cry,  though he apologized almost immediately. Ironically, in the end, the whole thing upset him more than you, the you deserve better song and dance surfacing again that you’ve fought tooth and nail.

You did not respect his wishes either instance, refusing to take no for an answer, going after him with both barrels and a vengeance. You sent flowers to his work, bribed his dry cleaner to put love notes in his jacket pockets, and left sappy balloons tied to his car. You even threatened to finally ambush him with the boombox (you didn’t even own one, truth be told) which finally led to a sit down at your favorite sushi joint, and your inevitable victory. As it turned out–it was exactly the assurance he’d needed all along. 

Both times your love just came out the other side of the fire even stronger. 

Your joy is legend too, even if only in your own mind. Frank makes you laugh every day. He makes you feel desired, and loved, and mostly saves his razor-edged observations for the rest of the world outside, which the two of you watch go by with spectators’ amusement and dismay. Talking shit remains your number one pastime together. At some point, the little things each of you does that inevitably annoys the other becomes more of a running joke. Your love language includes flipping each other off regularly and playfully trading barbs. It’s hard for others to believe, but his devotion to you is thoughtful and complete. You do your best every day to return it in kind. Some days you fall short, and sometimes he does too, but on the whole you make eachother happy, and somehow five years have flown by. 

 “You look beautiful.” His approval fills your heart like a sunrise. You’re wearing a simple white lace dress that hits just above your knee. If you have to run from a mountain lion, you’re not going to trip over your skirts. Your shoes? Might be another matter. 

“Thanks.”

“I like the heels,” he says with a smirk, as though his thoughts are aligned with yours. They often are as of late, you’ve found. Your shoes are actually the same wedge platforms you wore to a different wedding you attended together, what feels like a lifetime ago. 

“I thought you hated these shoes?” you tease. 

“Oh no. It will be impossible for you to run from me, when you finally come to your senses,” he says with a little smile, touching a strand of hair by your ear lightly.  You shudder as it sends a thrill across your skin, and if you’re being honest, straight to your loins. Whose ridiculous suggestion was it, anyway, to forego intimacy before the wedding? 

Ok, so it was yours–and Frank has been delighting in torturing you over the past month. You just might expire over the time it will take to get to the courthouse, go for a leisurely drive through the vineyards, and sit through a nice dinner at one of the wineries overlooking the fields at sunset. Sex is yet another thing between you that has somehow only gotten better with time, and to say you are looking forward to your wedding night would be an understatement.

“This was all your idea,” you remind him. “Are you…rethinking it? If you are–” 

He snorts and pulls you against him, lifting you on tiptoe with an arm around your waist and kissing you so deeply you know you’ll have to re-apply your lipstick. 

Ah well. 

“Woman…” He rests his forehead against yours, and you smile, ridiculously content in this moment with him.

“Why do you want to get married, Frank?” You realize, perhaps hilariously, you never actually asked him, so delighted that you just rolled with it. You already practically live together, at his place and yours. You’re both financially independent. You’re not planning on starting a family. Your commitment to each other was already set in stone.  

“I felt like we needed a challenge. We’ve been entirely too happy,” he says with that smirk that makes you roll your eyes. 

“Come on.”

“And if something happens to me, I don’t want my mother or Keith to be able to pull my plug.”

You poke him in the ribs for this. For some reason, he’s convinced himself this morbid scenario is inevitable. “I already have your medical POA.”

He squirms away with a grunt of amusement before grabbing you up again, his gaze softening for you once more. “Because, I love you, more than anything or anyone.” 

You believe him too. The thing about Frank, is that he does not make this shit up. He says what he’s thinking, at the moment he thinks it–and you think your heart really might explode. “Likewise,” you assure him with a smile, tilting your head to receive another gentle kiss that curls your painted toes. “Are you ready to go?”

He nods, and maybe you are feeling some pre-wedding jitters now. Because you still think this man is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on, and sometimes it is still a little hard to believe that he’s all yours. 

You grab your purse, he grabs the keys, and together you walk out the door towards the next big step of your life, together. 

The End, which is really just to say, another beginning…  

Thank you everyone who’s come on this wacky journey with me and supported this fic! @treedaddymcpuffpuff @scarlettspectra @sweetwolfcupcake @lilspookymeh @kurai-hono-blog @nightmare-bean  @discoscoob @thewhumpcaretaker and SO many others, (I didn’t want to make you feel weird by tagging you if we’ve never actually talked but I SEE YOU! 😘) your comments and likes and reblogs gave me life and helped me actually finish! FULL credit to @nightmare-bean for the rock proposal idea, I love it so much! 🤣

[betsybugaboo]

Made some art of the Down with Cis Bus & Friends collection, descriptions and notes below the cut.

Image 1: A city bus, recolored to the light blue of the outer stripes of the trans flag. It has a cartoon of the sun, wearing sunglasses, on its side in the pink of the trans flag. Its side says ‘Down with Cis’ in all caps. The background is a collage of city buildings. Over top is green lettering with neon green sides that reads ‘Down with Cis Bus & Friends’.

Image 2: A yellow flat-fronted school bus recolored in official School Bus Yellow. The side is labeled ‘Gay School’. The background is a light blue sky with white clouds and a six-color rainbow. Over top is dark blue text: at the top in bubble letters is the word ‘gay’ in all caps and at the bottom is the text ‘school bus’ in a sans-serif font. The text has neon blue ‘reflection’ accents.

Image 3: A light rail train. It has been recolored in the colors of the 9-stripe queer flag, with the purple queer chevrons on the side. The background is a grand brick train station. Over top text in the lavender of the queer chevron reads ‘Queer Liberation Now! Train’ in all caps with a dark violet drop shadow.

The Gay School Bus and my personal fascination with OSHA standards inspired this whole thing. I wanted to do a public transit theme where I also was going to do one with a bike, a trike, and a handcycle but it was such an absolute pain in the ass trying to recolor those (they were each going to be a color of the pan flag) that I scrapped that. The trike was going to have an old-school boombox in the back basket, the bicycle was going to have a helmet with the ace colors, and the handcycle was going to have a safety flag in safety orange. Other than that, the only other form of public, non-car/plane mass transit I could think of was ferries, and frankly I don’t fuck with boats. Anyway, as a reward for reading to the end, here are bigger versions:

[twentyminutemiso]

Below is pasted from notes on September 2022 Los Angeles trip:

Dish soap Big water Cleanser Wound wash Towel Cash More milk Toilet roll £7

Shirley’s ihg number 430953641

Extraordinary attourney wu - netflix Mr queen

Go pocha Jay jay gastropub Studio city Venice canals Halloween horror night universal

G eazy no limit 1975 and gods plan in shirleys car

Poopourri Botanical curtain Fluffy pink headgear Verbena handwash Goldfish tank

Prawn ceviche Oyster shot Eggy cream with cinnamon Amanda’s eyes are red and watering because someone’s chopping onions

Do you wanna see my garage A tiny pink set with a pink bar and pink glasses on it A cockroach with cowboy boots She hands me a pair of inline skates, do you know how to rollerskate?

Amanda’s eyes are still watering Bo makes angie and cesar a sandwich each and he makes me a sub with a banana and cheese and orange slices in it Angie has stomach cramps and doesnt want to come to goodwill

A tiny light blue grandma dress with doilies on it for amanda but it’s for children Phil collins playing in goodwill

Does bo want to get ice cream. Pumpkin pie flavor. Lemon flavour for amanda. We’re dropping off jade how long until we get there? 3 minutes 1 2 3 we’re not there yet. No you have to count to 60 three times. Where’s my road it’s the left or the right i forget. Two okay signs in the sunshine

Los alcos plaza Melrose avenue Go rollerskating at the beach with amanda

Ben and joyce at the korean restaurant. Ben’s english but he tells me he’s really thrown by an asian person with an english accent. He also met a french chinese person recently and that blew his mind too. Joyce is a pretty korean american with her hair dyed light brown. She swears kookily and calls you bitch in not a completely authentic way.

Velvet sofas. A pair of bears reading in bed.

A crack in the window in the shower ktown. Sunny yellow building roofs palm trees satellite dishes.

Cool burger place chinatown vinyl flooring hipsters in window lots of picture frames breakfast sandwich restaurant called amboys

Older guy purple hat check shirt camo pants dog boombox hanging in right hand playing street fame waking kinda hunched

John chamberlain and larry bell The first foam contorted bodies the other mirrored glass cubes “west coast minimalism”. A small foam like a conch shell.

Mika rottenbeeg. A tractor plows the ground close up thundering. Gelatine tubes candy coloured slicing oddly satisfying. Plop. Water steams off metal surface. Tubes slap slap slap slap poke poke. Salt salt. Rotating hexagons like a gear turning. hun mming like a didgeridoo back of the space shuttle. Mongolian throat singers. Pink candyfloss melts red on the metal like bloody goo. Red outfit on mongolian. Kind of like educational childrens videos

Ppl browsing a 2 dollar store

Interactive sculptures ponytail flicks and plants go up and down and LED light grows cress

An eighties powersuited woman with a blow dry opens doors through liminal colourblocked office rooms and a soap bubble quivers and dips

Ppl in boujie gallery understand the british water request

Mazda miama

You owe shirley twenty for the dinner

My phone number 6263713004

Art picks me from a dark creepy san marino street. Most expensive place in all of LA, you can’t get away from crime anywhere.

capital_a_la Thursday Sunset rooftop - say art’s name Sunday - boardwalk venice beach Friday South central

Everyone wants to be friends here

Aiyi hands me a persimmon while I’m zooming. I leave the desk. We eat jujubes, crisp and bright white inside, green skins. and a chilled avocado and the persimmon skinned and quartered. I was peeling it and she said i was being wasteful so she peels it instead. She gives me an apple from costco.

I’m so excited that ive driven myself to cvs i feel untouchable. Is this self actualisation

Steve Lacy plays again on Kiss on the way to Paru’s place.

Get to Paru’s place, bart simpson pinata. Books. Sitting on the tatami. Little pea chips, a rice cake with kiwis and blueberries and coconut. Peanuts, small bowls set down gently from a tray. Water (with ice!!!). Paru plays us two songs, ones a space vibe, beepy with guitars that their mentor put over the top. Their voice is really good. Making bao with clay. Drying from the lacquer. They laugh say it seems to be the dumb creative phase they’re currently going through.

Tora i

At the art show. Hard seltzer. Very cute bartender boy with braces. Gives me apologetic smiles every time I ask for something because they don’t have it. We see Jem inside with her friend, Austin, a Korean fashion design boy who works for Levi’s she’s met 2 days ago at Byredo where she works. They went swimming at his hotel pool and today they went to a Nike party and Austin was the only one not wearing Nike. Jason comes to meet us because he has a crush on Jem and it only takes him like 5 minutes to get there. 30 dollar pizzas and we eat it family style. A pappardelle with ragu and I love it. Austin flirts with me and i’m technically flirting back cos I keep smelling his wrist, until I get slightly uncomfortable and then I’m trying to angle my body towards Paru. He’s a little more drunk than everyone else and has a rich international boy aura.

We’re in Virgil village. Jason and Paru realise they’re barely two blocks away from each other. You see that duplex? I’m on the left one. We pass a taco place that’s just been trying to start up. Paru wants to see what’s up with Jason and Jem and he should text her if he has some thoughts and he says let us know if we’re going to her show on Sunday.

Guangchangwu and fantuan and soy milk in garvey park. Kiki doesn’t make noise. She’s a quiet baby. Shirley says rubbing Kiki’s belly.

LACA

22.50 ramen

Root beer cheese burger lemon wedge with my ice tea.

Go utah its crazy

Four storey high fountains in echo park. Man fishing and ellaella says it’s like putting down a community lot in the sims and the townies come. Woman unbuttoning shirt and puts hubbys hand onto her breast and she’s gripping his arm. Lotus flowers on the corner of the pond.

Things i read at heavy manners Sunday in the park with boys - jane mai - depressed schoolgirl comic. Drawings of objects for titles. Bartkira. Steps and colors in the outer sunset (sf)

Passing by the heavy petting woman

Cotton on jungle park jc penney forever 21 macy’s.  Fashion nova store

An angel called osh at the tattoo store.

Nina molloy paints a copper koi on a panoramic ghostly blue canvas in a sheer green square pond with copper lily pads. Tidawikney lek’s napping girl in on the sofa with creeping hands and flower prints on the sofa and real flowers and a tiny island in the sunset through the balcony door and palm trees because i’m in LA. Dominique fongs orange deep dea diver in swampy water with many limbs holding vines catching fish but is she a statue covered in life spearing some fish. Bambou gili ghostly diners with summer rolls duck dark space.

Peach and black tea kombucha in a millenial brewery venture

Aunty brings a handful of pineapple guavas. Talking in the kitchen about taiwan, not liking tourism but liking driving around america because of the freedom, doing 100 miles stretches at a time and feeling relieved to see a petrol station, visiting a friend in colorado, going to yellowstone with her friend, not finding a hotel, deciding to go camping instead

Boba photoshoots at the library, Mariah in the car, windy on venice beach. Peas and feathery leaves on the street trees. Polly pocket houses. Wearing my rolex and mina rolls down the window and does a cheesy british radio announcer voice. Doja. 70s cinema and cringe rubbish bin act.

The red lion tavern. Cigarette vending machine. The smiths to die by your side. Green box of american spirit menthols. Never seen straights

Owe felix 50 for the baseball tix

Coffee Water Butter Bread Oil Batteries

Mina making blueberry pancakes. Gecko on the tree stump.

On the tram ella says it feels like when they go to westworld, getting off its like entering scientologist hq. Tinkling and euphoric music like the sims. Cy twombly exhibtion. Greek god names scratched into paint and written with oil pastels with urgency. A carnivalesque painting by belgian charles ensor and a guy has a chode face. Kampoinge. Three children long shadows on a new york street turned 90 so their shadows are vertical. Watching a video of rye crawling in the garden in edmonton while im looking at art.

… Who sanctions this violent dismemberment- Reaps the barren, crusty smell of denial- Archaeological masks, drums, look clumsily On museum walls

Hung twisted awestruck Witness to this absurdity

Louis Draper Camera magazine july 1966

Ballroom neon lights at the urban outfitters in downtown. Car trunk table for dining in the pa ord parking lot.

Eames house. Fittonia? Purple leaves with green edging. Mina notices.

Traffic loud on the road by santa monica. Three helicopters and we look up at each one. Teenage boys ask mina for squad pics. Three angles a serious one and a silly one and squatting. Purple building lights coming back from the toilet. An apartment block like a covent garden soup.

Pier. Cheesy guitar players. Northern chinese family with camping chairs fishing off the end of the pier. One mad one with four rods. Lettering man bumping guangchangwu tunes. Rasping aero smith in rusty’s bar.

Smokey robinson then dangelo cruising. Picking up ella’s hoodie from LA apparel the most gta scene yet.

At Watts Towers whose construction materials include ten thousand sea shells. 99ft cos city hall was 100ft. Simon loved hearts. Sankofas as well. Four year old girl sundress in gaps between white chairs still sunny. Kouman kele west African dance company

Outside seven eleven getting white claw for our night out, two chinese bros scratching their scratchcard on the car bonnet.

Dodgers, walking from top deck to centrefield because they had to put the bags away. Felix and nadia. Luke had to run to theater rehearsal. Didnt get my hotdog. Steward with a colourful beaded necklace tells me i’m not shy.

One piece playing on the tv in the japanese restaurant we went to pee in when me and mina are walking from the bus we got from Night+Market, to Felix’s. Hello kitty lipbalm in family mart.

Mina photoshopping me and ella into a picture of the beach, ella giving opinion

At the huntington library exhibition olde english vibes and ella says i love it when the letter s is the f. Square japanese courtyard garden bonsais around the perimeter. Wooden hut. Wooden bridge over the creek slosh slosh moss rocks glimmering. So many different biomes we’ve enjoyed today ella says it looks like legend of zelda. Sitting down on concrete bench and ella bobs around taking different angles of the Japanese gardens and saying wtf.

Beautiful multicoloured tins of coffee trader joes.

Kylie can’t get you out of my head in the sunset.  I love you wittle turtle boy everybody goes slow. <3 theres holes in the los angeles life. Pizza and bagels and sleet. (Not that much grass) bonnie tyler. Cant fight this feeling while driving in the night.Tacos at the place near Luke’s. Later on, I find out from Mina that they are discussing how our date is going and Felix is looking at Luke on find my friends and laughing because Luke’s getting tacos next to their house (assuming they are alone)

Karen on kost fm extremely lovely and sentimental.

Sad on the Flyaway, tired but trying to keep my eyes open so i make the most of this place. Palm trees and cars cruising on the freeway next to me always cars and the flyaway is the fastest. Aircon blasting.

Piccadilly back to the ends.  Listen to clairo to heal the pain. The west london terraces are okay. Memories of car journeys and bar conversations swirling. Kind of beautiful to notice the place you live even if you’re sad.

Fawziyah posts a story about unrelaxing into city life. ‘Being present is the meeting point between holding on and letting go’

[kudosmyhero]

Transformers (UK, vol. 1) #4: The Transformers

Read Date: May 12, 2023 Cover Date: November 1984 ● Writer: Bill Mantlo ◦ Jim Salicrup ● Penciler: Frank Springer ● Inker: Kim DeMulder ● Colorist: Nelson Yomtov ● Letterer: Janice Chiang ● Editor: Bob Budiansky ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● since the UK versions are often one US version reprinted as two UK versions, we get some new cover images that are pretty nice! ● this black and white version lets the line art stand out

● 👏👏👏

Synopsis: The Decepticons have learned that the Earth has an abundant amount of fuel and decide that in order to win their battle against the Autobots they should capitalize on these resources. They first send Ravage to spy and collect data on the Harrison Nuclear Power Plant. Finding its atomic energy resources a boon to their cause, Megatron orders his troops to attack the power plant. The Decepticon's firepower easily sends the plant workers running for cover and they have no opposition in stealing the components that they have come to take.

Meanwhile at the mechanic shop of Sparkplug Witwicky, his son Buster pleads to his father to help him save the Autobot Bumblebee from bleeding out his fuel following his clash with the Decepticons. Explaining what happened to his father, Sparkplug finds the story of robots fighting a war at the drive-in a little hard to swallow but agrees to help fix the car. When Sparkplug succeeds in repairing Bumblebee, he is shocked when the VW Beetle transforms into a robot and confirms Buster's story, and explains that he is from the planet Cybertron. When he explains their plight of needing fuel Sparkplug suggests trying to find a way to convert Earth fuel sources into the kind that the Autobots can use. Liking the idea Bumblebee transforms and takes Buster with him (despite protests from Sparkplug) to propose the idea to Optimus Prime.

As Buster drives through the city, Bumblebee explains to him how the Transformers came to be on Earth and why they are there. The Decepticon Ravage is prowling the city and recognizes Buster's friends Jessie and "O" as the ones from the theater and transforms into his cassette mode and hides in "O"'s boombox. When Buster spots them, they tell him about reports of robots attacking the Harrison Nuclear Plant, leading Bumblebee to theorize that the Decepticons are after the same thing as they are, a means of converting Earth's fuels into a source that the Transformers can use. During their conversation, Ravage overhears Buster explain to his friends that his father is making an attempt to crack the secret, leading the stealthy Decepticon to report back to his master Megatron.

While deep inside Mount Saint Hillary, inside the Ark the Autobots take inventory of their fuel supplies and realize that they are running low. Optimus Prime is convinced that they need to make an alliance with the people of Earth and offer them Cybertronian technology in exchange for the resources to convert Earth's fuels. They are then contacted by Bumblebee who reports back about Sparkplug's offer to make fuel. Accepting the offer Optimus leaves the base with a number of the Autobots.

Meanwhile, the Decepticons have constructed a base out of the materials they salvaged from the Harrison Nuclear Plant, he is told by Ravage about Sparkplug's offer to convert Earth's fuels into fuel that is usable by Transformers and sends his Starscream, Thundercracker, Skywarp, Buzzsaw and Laserbeak to collect Witwicky and bring him back to their base.

When the Autobots arrive at the Witwicky Garage, Optimus Prime introduces himself to the Witwicky family. Festivities are soon cut short when they are attacked by the Decepticons, led by Megatron and a fight over Sparkplug begins. As Optimus Prime and Megatron battle it out, Starscream manages to nab Sparkplug while the other Autobots are occupied battling the Decepticons. With Sparkplug their prisoner, the Decepticons retreat.

When Buster begs the Autobots to go after the Decepticons they all begin to collapse due to low energy levels, leaving Buster to wonder what is going to have to be done to rescue his father.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Transformers_(UK)_Vol_1_4)

Fan Art: Witwicky Auto by ninjaink

Accompanying Podcasts: ● Return to Cybertron - episode 02

[nel1500]

dear Santa,

I was gonna ask for a bunch of stuff this year, but it's all really expensive, so I've decided to only ask for one nice thing. I'm gonna buy it one way or another, but if you have a contribution to the $800 fund for a pair of skis, bindings, boots, and poles, and maybe a cool jumpsuit, it would be deeply appreciated and considered in my daily gratitude. The ski shop is running a killer deal rn, so I gotta invest now.

I am grateful for all the expensive things I already own, but yes, I want more. MORE. MOOORREWEE!!!

Well. One thing I've learned a lot of lately is patience.

so I'll wait. I'll just keep on waiting for all the things coming my way.

I'll just keep doing my thing over here.

much love,

Natty

•••••

Dear Satan,

For Christmas this OR next year, I want the following:

- my own skis, boots, and poles.

- a new road bike

- a drum sampler. a launch pad. pedals.

- idk any cool music shit. I love cheap stuff to make samples with.

- a drum kit, basically.

- a portable digital MIDI piano with all 88 weighted keys.

- CDs!

- a portable boombox with CD, Cassette, aux, and bluetooth capabilities.

- a trailer. an RV. an airbus. etc... one of the above

- more speakers of any sort

- a subwoofer

- a generator

- chef's knife set

- perfect ceramic pans with lids

- ipod classic or that new sony walkman

- PS5

- a strong desktop computer

- a new car

- trick roller blades

books:

- bruce lee: the art of expressing the human body

- bruce lee: striking thoughts

- bruce lee: be water my friend

- scott pilgrim full collection

- akira full collection

- cookbooks

- one piece full collection (yes all 75 volumes)

- and so on

thx love u byee

Natty

[frenchifries]

vinyl enthusiasts: there’s just nothing like the rich depth and breadth of sound you get on vinyl. plus the album art is big enough to fully appreciate and even display. truly this is the intended way to experience music. CD enthusiasts: CDs are just so versatile! you can listen to them on a boombox or a portable player or in the car or on your computer and even digitize them! they even come with little lyrics booklets! me: well um a cassette is like a little bug you can hold in your hands :)

[batslime]

Listening to somebody talk about how in 95 as a teen the culture around cds and when you bought a new one you’d expect to be left alone so you can go somewhere private, set a mood, study the album art and lyrics while you listen to it for the first time on your boombox cd player etc and it just made me feel really warm bc I was born in 97, but Rammstein’s Mütter was the first album I bought with my own money, first on iTunes, and had a really similar experience but when I had issues and it disappeared I bought not only a physical copy of it but also Reise, Reise and Liebe Ist Für Alle Da in a 3-pack deal on Amazon. I had only heard a couple tracks on each at that point so as a teen in the 2010s I got the same experience. I bought all of Rammstein’s cds as well as a couple other artists’, then Rammstein released Made In Germany in 2012 and went silent for years.

I graduated high school and kinda forgot about them, even thought I still listened to the cds in my car every day. I was listening to them when I had my first accident. I listened to Till sing and the others play their instruments as I was bleeding and waiting for an ambulance. Some cds I still have now that are so worn they won’t play anymore were bought for me by somebody I dated who would eventually rape me, told me he considered putting a gun to his head to “teach me a lesson”, still tracks me down on different sites and tries to contact me. I would draw the members of the band all the time in high school, took some of those drawings to art shows, one even ended up on their website at a point.

Even though for a long time I thought our “relationship” was over, I didn’t expect to hear anything more from them again, there were so many milestones in my life they were there for. None of them look like my dad but sometimes I look at them and my mind says “father”, especially Till. They’ve been part of my life longer than most people I know now.

When an old friend mentioned in 2021 that they were touring in the US I IMMEDIATELY went to the website and bought tickets. I was seeing new content of them for the first time in nearly a decade. I had missed a whole album by them. They looked so different and yet so similar. I watched the music videos from the untitled album but didn’t listen to the whole thing, there was something weird about it to me.

This year they released Zeit and for the first time in many years I bought not one new Rammstein album, but their two newest. I went back to my car, struggled to unwrap the cds as usual, and listened to them both straight through. I drove around places I normally don’t just to keep listening. Especially with Zeit, it felt so crazy to be hearing something totally new from them, to hear Till sing songs I’d never heard him sing. It felt almost like it was directed at me.

The concert was postponed to this year. When it was supposed to happen in 2021, I was dating the aforementioned guy. We drove all the way up to Minneapolis because we didn’t get the notification somehow and he kept doing more and more that made us late. By the time we finally got there there would have been no chance of getting close, so it was almost a relief as disappointing as it was to see the stadium empty.

In August this year I made the drive back to Minneapolis with a close friend. I’d made an outfit like one of his, I got my nipples pierced the night before hoping we’d be close enough that I might be the person Till motioned to to flash, we showed up hours before they opened the doors and got rained on. We managed to make it about 3 rows back from the barrier. It was so surreal seeing them in person and yet it felt like I’d done it a million times.

I scored afterparty wristbands for my friend and I and ended up getting to meet Paul. We got invited back to Till’s dressing room with a dozen other girls out of all the thousands of other people that were in the building. It’s probably because I’d already had a few drinks, but I didn’t feel overwhelmed when he walked in, I really felt like J was seeing a relative or old friend for the first time in a while.

I know he was still putting on a face as he was still entertaining, just a much smaller number of guests, but getting to meet the other girls, being in the room with him, him talking to me, touching me, kissing me, little things he did as the night went on that showed a great deal of trust to me like handing me his phone, felt so dream-like both in the moment and looking back. There was something about it that felt like it was supposed to happen, almost like it was scripted, despite the cosmically small chance of any of that night happening. I never felt so much like a woman as then, but I also felt so much like I was back in middle school when I discovered Rammstein for the first time.

I’ve already talked about the experience a little bit but I really will never be over how lucky I was and how it’s so funny that all those years and just that one night all sprouted from hearing Mein Herz Brennt for the first time, being so intrigued and wanting to hear more, and starting to collect their cds. There’s so many meaningless little memories I look back on that I remember Rammstein being in my life, and I hope they keep coming.

I think part of me back when I graduated recognized they were getting on in their age and had already released so much music, they probably wanted to relax and live their lives, so I silently accepted that there would be no more Rammstein. Years and years passed. I got older and so did they. And then I found them again and it felt really like a new era for both of us. Every time I look at my cds when I get in my car I feel like they were made just for me, and despite some not being able to play anymore, I think I’ll keep them until life rips them away from me. In a way they almost feel like my identity, like the data on the cds aren’t music but all my memories, good and bad. Even if I can’t reach them anymore, I’ll always have them with me

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Music Makes Merry: an Exploration of Memory and Language

I have been listening to music my whole life. I have memories of listening to the Digable Planets, The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, the Violent Femmes, the Beastie Boys, and Mary Mary from my car seat in my mom’s maroon Chrysler Town & Country.

I inherited this love from my parents. They met in the late ‘80s and bonded over their record collections and love of listening to and finding new music. There are many things my siblings and I hold in common, like curly hair, a love of pickles, and even a boombox. We would often make mix tapes or CDs for each other on our orange living room eMac, writing the names of songs on the front of the CD and carefully storing them in our shared CD book.

In the early days of my life, I listened to a lot of the same music as my siblings and parents, but as I grew older and smartphones and web players like Spotify became more popular, I began to explore music for myself. Graduating from Phoenix and Vampire Weekend to Motion City Soundtrack, Kanye, and Title Fight. I listen to many different genres depending on my mood.

I fully believe that music is good for the soul. When I’m in a bad mood, I’ll put on my new favorite emo album and blast it in my car or in my room. When I’m getting ready to go out, I’ll put on Rico Nasty or my latest favorite techno playlist. I always have music to compliment my life and moods. 

So many things are communicated through music, in the listening, playing, and practicing of it. Sharing music, listening to music, creating and sharing playlists or mix tapes all say different things to different people. I have had someone tell me that playlist sharing is as intimate as sex to them. I have created playlists to say different things; as an expression of love, curiosity, even hate. Listening to music can set the temperature, or mood, of a day as effectively as telling someone you love them or hate them.

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The first instrument I learned was piano when I was 6. My mom put me in piano lessons to learn the basics of music. I even played a little song for my family at Christmas one year at the urging of my now passed grandfather. I was nervous, shy, and scared, but my fears were alleviated by the cheering and appreciation of my family. I didn’t know it then, but this was the beginning of a lifelong passion.

I had never played a stringed instrument in my life, but when I heard some acquaintances of mine talking about starting a band in the hallways of our high school, I wanted in . I interrupted, volunteering myself to learn and play with them. This was my first band and we played together for three years.

Our first practice was uneventful. None of us had ever played together before, muchless played with other people outside of a class with a director, but, as the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and practice we did.

I began to learn a new language: the language of music. I don’t mean music theory or classical training, but the actual application of jamming, which I have discovered, is more valuable than any theory I could learn. 

Music, and the practice of playing an instrument, is a language. I have found that when I am in a regular practice of playing music, I think in different patterns and shapes, often more round, progessive, and formless. My thoughts look more like silly putty. They are malleable, taking any shape, yet sticky and self contained.

My relationship to music changed when I began to write music. I wrote my first song when I was 17. It’s called “Forgotten Trees and Potted Plants”. I wrote the music to it while my friend wrote beautiful lyrics to go with the music. I wish I could remember the lyrics, but the song very much resonated with my teenage soul. Writing it, I felt like I was beginning a new chapter in my life, one of creation and expression. I felt wholly new and successful. I had just completed what was before an insurmountable task, songwriting, and had fun with it! I was proud of the art I had created with my friend, but I was scared, too. I didn’t want to share it with anyone because I was afraid of being judged, afraid my song wasn’t good enough, afraid I was bad; however, my friend eased my fears through his rampant enthusiasm for the song we created. I have since realized the goal of making art is to produce, to give other people a window inside of my brain as an artist to show a new experience or to show a shared experience. 

My first time in college, I joined a band called Lori. I learned some of their older music and wrote some new songs with them as well. The process we generally followed was to write the music then the vocalist would add lyrics to go with it, and I enjoyed being part of this creative process. Later, I made a band with some friends and we performed covers, always playing other people’s music. In between, I wrote cutesy little one-off goofy songs like our Sound Check song and Big Pussy Wednesday, for which the lyrics are “big pussy wednesday, big pussy wednesday.” Why? Why not? One of things I have enjoyed about writing music is I can write whatever I want to.

I have found that the experience of the music is often more important than the content or skill of it. I mean, that’s what draws people to art, the raw and visceral expression of emotion and thought. Humans are attracted to art forms like music because of the inherent vulnerability within it; we get an opportunity to to experience someone else’s personhood, and that’s a scary thing to share.

However, recently I have fallen off my practice of writing music. I find that in artistic practices, if I am not in an environment where I’m forced to practice my craft, I won’t do it. The thing that drove me away from writing and performing music is insecurity. I am young and insecure, I struggle with being vulnerable in public and sharing intimate pieces of myself to unknown hordes of people. People can be cruel and judgemental, and art is soft and often private.

Art is meant to be consumed. As the old adage goes, if a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear, did it fall?

Occasionally over the years since then, I have written down little lyrics as they occur to me in the notes of my phone, but I haven’t been able to put music to them in a way that I can feel proud of. A few weeks ago, when practicing guitar, lyrics occurred to me as I was playing a silly little riff and I wrote them down. It was the first song I had written in four years.

Writing is a challenging practice for me because I struggle with being vulnerable in public formats. I don’t know anyone who is reading this personally, but here I am writing about topics that are so close and intimate to me. However, recently I have been writing music again, often in collaboration with friends. I find the joint process of engaging in the creativity of writing music with others a great opportunity to create more closeness with them, and a great excuse to force myself to write.

Music, like all art forms, exposes the inner nature of the writer, to either bring forth a new experience or to demonstrate an experience shared by others. Writing music is an extremely vulnerable practice for me, but consuming music is a vital part of my life. It would be easy to just listen to other people’s songs and I could just be satisfied with covering other people’s work, but I am an artist. Art is meant to be consumed, either by the public or by the creator, to make life more enriching.

Something so beautiful and unique to humanity is art. No other species on the planet make and consume art in the way humans do; in fact, life would be really boring without it. Through my practice of writing music, I have found new patterns of thought, new ways to express myself, and have begun to conquer my fear of judgment and rejection.

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I recreated some more old art! a Custom Cadillac Escalade convertible that’s now a vehicle set in the cyberpunk world i’ve been creating, and this snowboard guy that I think was an old persona attempt. i forget. 

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