#Cable free guitar

[johnnybeane]

Get ready for an electrifying Sunday night as we bring you the ultimate Guitar ASMR show! Tonight, we have something extra special in store for you - an exhilarating unboxing demonstration and review of the CFG CF-80 wireless guitar system.

Join us as we unwrap this musical marvel and delve into its incredible features. We'll give you an up-close look at every detail and provide you with an honest and insightful review.

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[lovebugism]

band!eddie and reader finally having some alone time in the tour bus *wink wink*

18+ rockstar!eddie universe <3

It was one of those rare occasions where the rest of the band wanted to go out and you wanted to stay in. There hadn’t even been a show that day, just interview after interview after interview. It left your social battery at an all time low. So when Jeff and Gareth wanted to barhop the night away, you lamented that you were way too tired to accompany them. 

And Eddie, being the nice guy he was, opted to stay in with you. “Someone’s gotta make sure the lady stays safe. Wouldn’t want someone to steal ya,” he’d half-joked.

You scoffed. “Because, god forbid, you lose your bassist, right?”

“Well, if I lost you, I think I’d die, but…  yeah, having to find a replacement would definitely be more emotionally taxing.”

Eddie Munson was the only person in the world who could rival your sarcasm. It was so easy for the both of you to cover up a sweet thing with something so playfully sour. The boy finishes his quip with a stupid, lovedrunk grin that nearly makes you melt. 

“Obviously,” you retort.

The rest of the boys disappear for the next several hours, enough for the sun to have set and stars to sprinkle the sky. If you had to guess, they’ve probably got a running bet on how many bars they could get free drinks from. It’ll go on until they can’t see straight anymore, no winners or losers — unless you count your manager, who’ll no doubt have to escort them back to the bus. 

With them gone, the bus is practically silent for the first time all tour. There is no boyish yelling or tuning guitars or video games. There’s not even the muffled sound of tires on gravel with the tour bus parked. It’s total silence filled only with the faint sounds of Charlie’s Angels coming from the common area. The episode is practically on mute, though, because Eddie knows you’re tired and doesn’t want to disturb you.

The soft quiet ushers you into its velvet arms. It almost lulls you to sleep several times over, but something in the back of your mind refuses to let you slumber. You were annoyed at first. You were squirming in your tiny bunk for nearly an hour until you realized you were filled with a need of a different kind.

You didn’t need sleep. You needed Eddie. Like a child needs their baby’s blanket — you can’t be without him for too long, or you might start screaming. The sudden ache to be close to him hits you like a freight train.

The sliding door of the bunks glides open with a mechanical schlick. You lean against the frame of it, clad only in a too big shirt that probably belonged to all the boys before it got to you, and admire your boy in his element.

He’s all spread out on the leather couch, curly hair untamed and in a messy chestnut halo on his head. He wears a piece of outdated Corroded Coffin merch from back when you only played gigs at The Hideout. The shirt clings to his torso while a pair of old pajama pants hang low on his hips.

Eddie’s eyes are firmly trained on the small television in the corner of the bus. The chocolate of them dart around the screen as Farrah Fawcett turns flips beneath a shoddy cable service. He barely acknowledges your presence, too engrossed in the climax of his show.

“Thought you were sleeping,” he says without looking at you.

“I’m too bored to sleep,” you practically whine. 

Your feet shuffle along the carpeted floor as you walk the short distance to him. You all but flop onto the couch at his side, burying your face into the warmth of his neck.

“What do you mean you’re too bored to sleep?” he mocks with a soft laugh. He turns to press his lips to your head, not exactly kissing you there, just resting against you. His words are muffled: “Why didn’t you go out with Jeff and Gareth?”

“Didn’t want to,” you answer shortly.

“Solid answer,” he nods. “What do you wanna do then?”

He doesn’t necessarily mean it suggestively. He’d probably go lie in traffic if it’d make you less bored, he loves you so damn much — but fuck if a million dirty things don’t pop into your head all at once.

It’s practically the first time you’ve been alone all tour. 

Now that you think about it, every time you’ve fucked Eddie, it’s been at the discretion of prying eyes just behind a door or in a room over. Hotels are few and far between, and you and your boys are the tightest clan the universe has ever seen, so it leaves little room for opportunity time for you and Eddie.

But here you were now, with no one around, and practically all the time in the world (or rather, until sunrise, when the rest of the band shuffled back onto the bus).

“I don’t know,” you lilt, though you’re already hooking a leg over his thighs.

Eddie feels like a teenage boy all over again as you settle onto his lap. A wide grin tugs slow at the corners of his mouth. He doesn’t bother to hide his excitement. “What are ya doin’, doll?”

“Nothin’,” you shrug, feigning innocence, like you’re not slipping your fingers through the hem of his pants. The tips of them inch into his boxers and trail down the thin patch of coarse hair there with a touch that’s smoother than water.

His cock is already half-hard when you take him into your hands, warm and soft and stiffening in your grip. Eddie exhales deeply through his nose at your gentle caressing, his gaze now turned down to where work him harder.

“Keep watching your show, baby,” you tease with a knowing grin as you slip his dick from the confines of his pajamas.

“How can I—” he tries to joke, but the words get lost in his throat when you slide your panties to the side. He goes instantly stupid at the sight of your slick collecting along the manicured thatch of pubic hair just above your pussy. His brain all but ceases to function when you rub yourself along him, drenched folds parting to welcome the bulbous tip of his cock.

You feel like silk, he concludes, or maybe something somehow softer. 

Eddie swallows thickly while his obedient hands settle on your hips to steady you. He continues, this time with a tremble in his voice. “How can I when you’re pullin’ this shit, huh?” his button eyes flit back up to look at you, a smirk forming on his pink lips. “You just wanna ride me, huh? That’s what you need?”

You don’t answer him. You’re barely listening, if you’re honest, too concentrated on positioning him at your opening. You gasp softly when you pierce yourself with him, then exhale low moans as you sink slowly onto his cock. The burn is a minimal one, somewhere in your lower tummy, that washes away with a flood of velvet-coated pleasure. 

Eddie fills you so perfectly, just like he always does, like he was made to be seated inside you.

“Well, this is an excellent way to pass the time, if I do say so myself,” he manages to quip through bated exhales from where he’d been holding his breath. You rock your hips over his lap without warning. His pink lips form a tight line as something short of a growl bubbles in his throat and rumbles in his chest.

You watch with a proud grin as his eyes flutter shut and his head falls back. You push his curls over his shoulder to press open-mouthed kisses along the pale expanse of his neck, occasionally dragging your teeth along the milky white tendon there.

Eddie hums to himself when he feels you mewl softly against his skin. Your hips sway back and forth over his thighs, moving to a rhythm of their own accord — all slow and methodical. It’s a pace that always gets him pussy drunk. A steady rise and fall that forces him to feel all of you and makes him swear that you’re some kind of succubus.

“Oh my god,” he says within a dragged out exhale. He starts to babble to himself while you work yourself over his lap. “Fuck me… This is so… so fucking hot. Shit— your pussy is so good to be, doll…”

He forces himself to open his heavy eyes to watch you mount him. His chin tilts down towards his chest and he shifts his hips so he has the perfect view of you. Your honey coats his lap, leaving his cock and pubic hair glistening with your slick. The sight of him all shiny with you makes him dizzy.

His palm leaves your hip and seeks purchase on your ass, not really thinking about it, just gravitating to hold you there. He grips you with guitar-string calloused hands that encourage you to rock harder against him.

Your hand trails from his shoulder down to where the two of you meet. You start to rub your clit with a lust-fueled fervor that just about makes him implode. You whine when your fingers meet the sensitive button, clenching somehow tighter around him as your pleasure begins to crescendo.

“That feel good?” he wonders through bated breaths. His hand leaves your ass, rising for no more than a moment, only to come down again in a practiced slap that makes you jolt against him. The sting of his palm adds gasoline to the simmering embers of your impending orgasm.

You whine, louder this time, arching your back and keening shamelessly against him.

It makes him grin. “Huh? Feels good on your pretty little clit, doesn’t it, doll?”

“Fuck yes…” you cry through a tight throat. “Feels so good, Eddie— fuck.”

Your hips lose their rhythm as your body fights to find its own pleasure. 

You’ve got his dick locked inside you with a grip so tight it’s got him seeing stars, and it makes him wonder if you’d stop. Like, if the boys barged in right now, would you keep going, too far gone and dumb on his cock not to see it through. 

Something about that, you riding him for all he’s worth, whining while you come on his cock with your friends watching — seeing firsthand who you belong to — makes him want to burst all at wants.

“God, this pussy’s amazin’, baby… ’S gonna— holy fuck… You’re gonna make me come if you keep riding me like this... Shit, yeah, just like that, doll.”

When you come, you do it together.

It’s a borderline spiritual feeling, one that doesn’t happen very often because Eddie’s usually adamant about you coming twice before he has the first time. But now, both of you are sensitive and whining through your orgasms, heaving out incorrigible moans and grasping tightly onto one another.

Eddie takes to fucking up into you while you reach your simultaneous highs. He grips you hard enough to leave bruises while his thighs audibly slap slap slap against your more slick ones. You cry at the oversensitivity — electric shocks that contrasts heavily with the warm feeling of his come spitting into your fluttering walls.

You shake violently in his hold, moaning his name over and over like it’s the only word you can remember. Your orgasm comes and goes, and you’re left whining pathetic Eddie, Eddie, Eddie’s into the mostly silent tour bus.

The boy isn’t in much better shape either. He fights off a cramp in his foot from where he’d curled his toes too tightly and blinks away burning tears that sing the backs of his eyes from coming so suddenly.

Your hips come to a slow stop over his lap, too quickly and yet not soon enough. You rest your forehead over his own, knocking your nose with his before you lean in to press several lazy pecks upon his lax mouth.

“See?” you manage to tease through heavy pants. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I guess that wasn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had,” Eddie quips with a wide grin and eyes that are still slightly glazed with dispersing pleasure. He rubs his hands over the skin of your ass to soothe where he’d held you too tight. It’s soft, too soft for what he’s about to tell you. 

“Now, how about you spread yourself out on this couch and let me clean you up, ‘kay?”

[drefear]

Back Stage

Miguel is a rockstar, you are his groupie.

TW: Unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, semi-public

You knew Miguel would be trouble, and you were so right. With sleeves of tattoos, and thick, brown hair, he was absolutely going to be your biggest weakness. How are you supposed to compete with that face? 

The way his hands moved against the guitar, just like how he could play you like a simple rhythm. 

His hand was your kryptonite, your favorite necklace. His words could make you melt. He was the exact stereotype for a pompous Rockstar, but he could make you beg on your knees and cry out for more. 

You’d been friends for a few months, mainly just having sex when he had free time. you weren't in any situation to be in a relationship and he couldn’t with his tour schedule either. It was the perfect set-up. 

That is, until you realized he’d ruined you for any other guy. 

His band, Spider Society, had a show in your town, which wasn’t too far from where he resided as well. your leg bounced with anxiety as he was opening for a band you loved, Falling Multiverse. You watched the crew organize everything and turned to see the rest of his band members walk out of a door that said ‘SPIDER SOCIETY,’ assuming that was their dressing room. Subconsciously biting your lip, you gulped down your anxiety.

It was like this every time you saw him. you don’t know what it was about him, but he always had you on the edge of your chair. your adrenaline was pumping so fast you could practically see stars. 

His red eyes caught yours, and then turned back to his bandmates as they spoke, as if you were just another speaker back here. your chest sank, knowing you didn’t affect him like he affected you. your blood thundered in your ears as he walked over to you once they finished speaking. His orbs fixed onto you and you were immediately intimidated, unsure of what to do with your body and instinctually holding your hands together in your lap. He grabbed one of the clasped hands and walked you towards the exit, as if rushing. you pulled down the back of your jean shorts and held your phone tight, about to drop it from his speed. 

The big guitarist swung a door open and you felt him pull you inside, suddenly chest to chest with him. He closed the door behind you and your brain finally registered that we were in a closet. A storage closet. 

“We have about 7 minutes before you go on and right now, you need to be inside you.” His voice ran through you like a shiver. Ok, maybe you did have a strong effect on him. 

Tugging your shorts down with the fishnets you had on underneath, he spun you around and pressed you up to the wall, your waist bumping into a box of cables. His fingers pulled your thong aside and slipped into you with ease, from how badly I’d already wanted him. A soft sound comes out of your mouth and you feel his free hand wrap around your face. “Shhh.” He hushes you and you nod, eyes rolling back a bit as his fingers curl slightly. He was wearing a t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a leather jacket, but the way he looked had you practically dripping already. His thumb rubbed your clit and you were gasping, biting your tongue so you didn’t expose you both to everyone on the other side of the door. 

you felt his hand move away from your face and start to unbutton his pants, the sound of the zipper adding anticipation to your mind. The already racing thoughts swarming your head had you almost bouncing back against him, grinding against the rough fabric in between us. you felt the head of his dick against you and practically jumped, never ready. 

He slipped in a bit and your mouth dropped open. you had to stop myself from making a sound, feeling his hand snake up your back and slid his fingers into your hair, pulling from the nape of your neck as you pressed your palms against the wall in front of me. you glanced back to look at him and saw him watching his dick disappear inside of you over and over, making the coil in you tighten to a dangerous point. A harder tug on your hair had your back arching to an almost painful point, making you whimper quietly and blinking back pleasure-fueled tears. His soft grunts pushed you over the edge, your legs shaking and barely able to keep you standing. 

your orgasm washed over you like harsh waves, throwing you through a mental hoop as you lost myself in the constant manhandling. You could feel his movements because more rushed and out of rhythm as he huffed and slammed into you from behind hard, riding out his orgasm as well and leaning his head back against the shelf. He continued to watch where our bodies met as he finished and slowly let himself fall out of me. As he caught his breath, you tugged up your fishnets first and glanced at him. 

“Just in time, and always what you need.” He whispered, pecking your cheek and pulling your shorts back up, letting you button them as he tucked himself back in as well and checked you over. “So hot in that, like always.” he smirked at you and nodded towards the door. “Ready?” 

“Course.” you added and fixed your hair a bit, just to not look too fucked-out. We both left the closet and met the fixed gaze of all his other band members, making you blush and him just laughing a bit.

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[vampirepunks]

So here's some evidence that the "intestines" visible in Higgs' abdomen are actually an umbilical cord

I went frame by frame through the trailer a few times and noticed that in this shot, there's a clear view of the cord emerging from a port on his side:

(crappy screenshots ik ik bear with me)

Here's another view of that same port after the cable has been plugged into the guitar:

If you slow it down while he unplugs it during this shot:

It retracts back into his body. It appears to be mobile on its own and plugs itself into the guitar hands-free.

Also, shout out to twitter user @aquoolkart (they're awesome, go follow if you have twitter) for this art, captioned, "Without his red shell he looks like a BT and I wonder..." which kojima retweeted.

[rock-and-roll-hell]

December 12, 1976 (Or the day Ace Gets Shocked)

Rock And Roll Over Tour

Lakeland Civic Center - Lakeland, Florida

📸 Kevin Witte

During the opening number, 'Detroit Rock City', Ace touched the metal railing on the stage left staircase, which was ungrounded. He was nearly electrocuted. "When Frehley touched the railing to help himself come down, he completed an electrical circuit with his guitar and was unable to move. He finally fell several feet to the stage floor but was miraculously unhurt. " (Charles M. Young, Rolling Stone Magazine).

The platform was next to Peter’s drum set, and his drum tech Chuck Elias was well positioned and saw what was happening. “It happened very fast,” he later said, “right at the beginning of the show and basically right above my head. Ace was standing on top of the stairs. I saw him grabbing the rail and not being able to move, and then eventually hitting the ground. We were up there instantly, but he was stunned more than anything else, which was lucky because it could have been life-threatening.”

The show was promptly stopped as Frehley was carried back to the wardrobe by the crew. After resting for a bit, Frehley felt better. Declining further medical assistance, he told the others that the was fine to go through with the show. Everything got reset, and after a 30-minute delay, KIϟϟ restarted the show from the top.

Ace later said he played even though he had no feeling in his hands : "I knew it for an instant and then I blacked out. I woke up behind the amplifiers, I said, 'I can’t play.' Then the fans started chanting my name and I finished the show. But I had no feeling in my hands. I don’t know how I even did it. I guess it was all adrenaline."

The incident led to the band using radio mics to free themselves from completing electrical circuits and remove cables as hindrances during their performances. Within months New York based company Ken Schaffer Group, Inc. had seen a massive increase in acts moving to their wireless Schaffer-Vega Diversity System.

Gene also set his hair on fire during this show.

[latenightgasstationwalk]

Just went to the guitar store to get some strings for my Ibanez and the guy ringing me up was like “have you heard of our play a chord get a cord program?” And I was like no?? And he was like “if you can play daytripper by the Beatles I’ll give you a free cable”

Needless to say your boys on is way home with new strings and a new cable

[jibunbosh]

okay, let's try to identify all of the new gear in anon's brand-new-spanking signal chain, and see how much her total comes out to. values will be in both USD and JPY - not via direct currency conversion, but by prices I find online at american and japanese retailers respectively. (note that american retailers do not include tax in prices, but japanese retailers do. prices may also differ due to import/export costs.)

also thanks to @absolute-total-nonsense for helping me ID a bunch of these

the gray pedal at the top right is very clearly a tuner, displaying note information and pitch accuracy. it very clearly resembles the peterson line of StroboStomp pedal tuners, but is closest to the Peterson StroboStomp HD Pedal Tuner (MSRP $149.00 USD / ¥28,444 JPY).

the black pedal with green text, is, thankfully, clearly labeled. it is a Seymour Duncan Andromeda Dynamic Digital Delay pedal. there's a lot going on here! it clocks in at MSRP $299.99 USD / ¥44,000 JPY.

the next pedal to the right is similarly labeled with a distinct design, and is a Boot-Leg HZM 2.0 Quattro Valvole Distortion Pedal. it's our first Japanese-manufactured pedal in the signal chain, and doesn't have an official USD MSRP, but can be found for $135.00 USD, and is sold domestically for ¥21,120 JPY.

the next pedal was a bit hard for me to make out until I got a higher-quality screencap of the pedalboard and could actually read the label, but it's a Electro-Harmonix Soul Food Distortion/Overdrive Pedal. in the states, it clocks in at $101.60 USD. I couldn't find an exact MSRP for the pedal in JPY (perhaps due to it not being formally exported, speculatively), but I found it online for ¥16,088 JPY.

the text is a bit hard to read in the screencap for the next pedal, but the tricolor design and the seymour duncan logo is plain as day. it's the Seymour Duncan Forza (tm) Overdrive. it clocks in at MSRP $179.00 USD / ¥28,600 JPY.

the next few components that tie the signal chain are all Free The Tone products.

the large box is a Free the Tone ARC-3 Audio Routing Controller. it seems to be discontinued, but had a MSRP of approximately $599.00 USD / ¥63,800 JPY.

the input to the pedalboard is a Free the Tone Signal Junction Box JB-41S, priced at $159.09 USD / ¥18,000 JPY.

finally, the power supply is a Free the Tone Power Supply PT-5D, priced at MSRP ¥30,800 JPY, and seems to be resold for $309.99 USD.

so, not including any instrument cables, ac adapters, or the physical case for the pedalboard itself, anon's brand-new pedalboard is priced at a budget of a whopping $1932.67 USD + tax, or ¥250,852 JPY! damn, girl! do you really need that many different overdrive/distortion pedals!

BONUS:

anon's mini practice amp appears to closely resemble a Danelectro Honeytone N-10 Guitar Mini Amp, though the Honeytone text is ommitted and I don't believe it's ever been manufactured in pink. it's priced at $24.99 USD / ¥5,720 JPY.

[milfweirdal]

(sawing noises) (drill noises) (hammering noises) (wrenching noises) (funky ascending then descending guitar riff) Nothing ever (ever) happens in this town, feeling low down (down) not a lot to do around here, I thought that I would go right out of my mind until a friend told me THE NEWS. He said "(hey!) You know that vacant lot? Right beside the gas station? Well, somebody bought it and on the spot they're gonna build a shop where we can go buy bolts, AND SCREWS." Since then I've been walking on air (air), I can barely brush my teeth or comb my hair 'cause I'm so excited and I really don't care, I've been waiting since LAST JUNE for this day to finally arrive, I'm so happy (happy) now just to be alive 'cause any minute now I'm gonna be inside, well, I hope they oPEN SOON. I can't wait, no, I can't wait (oh when) When are they gonna open up that door? I'm goin' (yes I'm goin) I'mma goin' to the (hard) We're really goin' to the (really gonna) (hard) (going to the) goin' to the goin' to the, (hard) oh yes (hard) I'm goin' (TO) to the HARDWARE STOOOORE! (sawing noises) (drill noises) (hammering noises) (wrenching noises) (funky ascending guitar riff) (frenetic lead guitar) In my sleeping bag I camped out overnight right in front of the store, then as soon as it was light out I pressed my nose right up against the glass - you know I had to be first IN LINE. Gonna get me a flashlight and a broom, want a pair of pliers for every single room of my house, see those hacksaws? Very, very soon, one of them will be ALL MINE. Guys with nametags walking down the aisles, rows of garden hoses that go on for miles and miles, brand new socket wrenches in a plethora of styles, all arranged alphaBETICALLY. And they're doing a promotional stunt, there's a great big purple sign out front that says every 27th customer will get a ball peen HAMMER FREE! I can't wait, no, I can't wait (oh when) When are they gonna open up that door? I'm goin' (yes I'm goin) I'mma goin' to the (hard) We're really goin' to the (really gonna) (hard) (going to the) goin' to the goin' to the, (hard) oh yes (hard) I'm goin' (HARD) to the HARDWARE STOOOORE! I'm goin' (yes I'm goin) I'mma goin' to the (hard) We're really goin' to the (really gonna) (hard) (going to the) goin' to the goin' to the, (hard) oh yes (hard) I'm goin' (HARD) to the HARDWARE STOOOORE! (short instrumental interlude) (passionate sigh) would you look at all that stuff...? They've got allen wrenches gerbil feeders toilet seats electric heaters trash compactors juice extractor shower rods and water meters walkie-talkies copper wires safety goggles radial tires BB pellets rubber mallets fans and dehumidifiers picture hangers paper cutters waffle irons window shutters paint removers window louvres masking tape and plastic gutters kitchen faucets folding tables weather stripping jumper cables hooks and tackle grout and spackle power foggers spoons and ladles pesticides for fumigation high-performance lubrication metal roofing water proofing multi-purpose insulation air compressors brass connectors wrecking chisels smoke detectors tire gauges hamster cages thermostats and bug deflectors trailer hitch demagnetizers automatic circumcisers tennis rackets angle brackets Duracells and Energizers soffit panels circuit brakers vacuum cleaners coffee makers calculators generators matching salt and pepper shakers. I can't wait, no, I can't wait (oh when) When are they gonna open up that door? (really gonna) (hard) (going to the) goin' to the goin' to the, (hard) oh yes (hard) I'm goin' (HARD) to the HARDWARE STOOOORE! I'm goin' (yes I'm goin) I'mma goin' to the (hard) We're really goin' to the (really gonna) (hard) (going to the) goin' to the goin' to the, (hard) oh yes (hard) I'm goin' (HARD) to the HARDWARE STOOOORE! (angelic chorus) (really gonna) (hard) (going to the) goin' to the goin' to the, (hard) oh yes (hard) I'm goin' (HARD) to the HAAAAARDWARE STOOOOOOOORE (sawing noises) (drill noises) (hammering noises) (wrenching noises) (funky ascending guitar riff) (even more frenetic lead guitar)

[crabsnpersimmons]

Hi, hello, your animatic has been living rent free in my head and I've rambled to a friend how much I love it, so I thought I probably should do the same directly to you! (I know this was a gift for someone else so I hope it's not weird gkjhdsf)

First of all, thank you for introducing this song to me, I'll be listening to it a thousand times XD

Second of all, aaaaa I love how well you fitted all the images to the lyrics!! All the shenanigans and fumbles are absolutely endearing! I love Sun using his leg as a fake guitar haha! And Moon flying away dejectedly with the cable when they think they already blew it. All the expressions are amazing, and I love how they can go from smooth and suave to nervous wrecks in a second XD But they always look so heartfelt in whatever they are saying! And I think my favorite part is when they are complimenting y/n, quickly switching so that each can say what they love about them!

And omg when they turn into Eclipse to get on one knee, because that's the part they both want to be present for aaaaaaaaaa

I am so not normal about this animatic at all, incredible work with it! The art style is delightful and colorful and so much fun! I hope you are proud of it because my god is it an amazing animatic! ^_^

chaotik!! this is so sweet thank you!! i had a long day driving in the snow and reading this revitalized me!! (and no worries at all, a gift to one is a gift to all in the fandom. that's why I love gift exchange events like this! we all get to enjoy the fun!)

you actually covered a lot of the reasons why i wanted to do an animatic of the full song. it's a great song (sad it was cut from Frozen 2, but it understandably wouldn't have fit plot-wise) and just a wonderful balance of fun and vulnerability and sweetness. one of my favourite songs about love tbh. the line "I planned to really try to be the opposite of me" just gets me every time—the words, the way the music begins to slow, the way Jonathan Groff delivers the lines—it's just so raw

and Sun's guitar part was one of the first ideas i had for the animatic! just the way the lines are delivered always made me think of air guitar, so i was really anxious to get that part right (haha) it's still one of my favourite moments in the whole thing (the fact this silly bean is acting all suave one moment and then pulls back to strum his leg like a jester rockstar. gosh i love this guy!)

i initially planned to cut it off at the part Moon gets carried off, because i was worried about time. but there was just so much i wanted to do with the animatic (especially the rapid-fire compliments and Eclipse coming out) so i'm glad i was able to do it all! it was a big project, but i'm so happy with how it turned out and happy i could share this wild song with everyone too!

also! you reminded me i still need to share all the thumbnails and the memes i said i would do once i finished! expect those soon!

[supersymmetries]

tagged by @prttyinpvnk! thank you for thee tag and apologies for the late response!

rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better

last song: richard by slowdive

last show: ancient aliens was my last TV show (me and my best friend watch it together to make fun of it, i swear to god i'm not a conspiracy theorist). my last concert was the muse show on oct. 4. space dementia live is still living in my brain rent-free

currently watching: it's still ancient aliens. there's like 17 seasons and the history channel's youtube account will sometimes upload full episodes so i don't have to debase myself and get cable Just to watch it.

currently reading: watership down, snow crash, and the wikipedia page for the sokal affair. yes, all at once. yes, this is normal for me. yes, i am able to absorb all of the information properly. no, i'm not ok.

current obsession: muse. of course it's muse. BUT beyond that i've currently been interested in writing fanfiction again and have something in the oven, as well as getting back into playing guitar after my old one's electronics went and died on me (rip you piece of crap).

tagging: @aeolianblues, @can-you-free-me, @psyche13, @pwopermodernmagic, @1-ufo, @stickyglitterdetective, @loveaintforkeeping, and literally anyone who's following me

[thisonesatellite]

Catch up tag

i was tagged by the lovely and incomparable @booksandabeer, who makes my life better and also adds to my never-ending pile of reading and watchlists with a maximum of impunity and a minimum of compunction. 😂😍💖

Last song I listened to: Last Train to Nowhere - Ghost Hounds

If you like blues - check them out. Their sound is straight out of a 1940s oil drum and they're channeling every last dirty guitar riff and bass line through the last six decades from Free to The Black Crowes to Rival Sons. From earlier tag games some of you know that i listen to the gamut from grunge to industrial to hiphop to metal, but sometimes, darlings, it's just gotta be blues.

Last thing I read: The Second Sleep - Robert Harris

He does a lot of alternative-versions-of-history novels, often with a mystery /thriller element, but this was a bit of a letdown, unfortunately. It has an incredibly well-built world with some very thought-provoking elements of how civilization would fall and rebuild after a technological extinction event (not a calamity -- just the absolute dependence of society on not just technology, but the cloud, and the complete ruination its failure and loss brings) --- which is revealed very gradually and organically (initially you think you're reading a normal high-middle-ages story and then, suddenly -- ancient plastic artifacts. It's well done). But the story builds and builds and builds -- and you keep watching the pages dwindle and worry about how he'll wrap this up, and then, basically, he doesn't. It's not an open end, not even unfinished -- but it is intensely dissatisfying and has an air of "my publisher wanted this by tomorrow". It was definitely worth reading once, but it won't become perennial.

Last movie I watched: Dune Part Two

Enough said. 😂 i'm going to go see Civil War this weekend.

Last TV show: The Continental (look, i love everything John Wick, i won't apologize. And this has a lot of really good world building and storytelling ideas so far.)

Which doesn't disguise the fact that i. Am. So. Fucking. Behind. On. EVERYTHING.

EVERYTHING. OMG. i have not enough time in the day for all the stories i want to imbibe and write and also i have to make room for my current Leverage re-binge, because sometimes i need to see a world where justice is A Thing.

Next up: Fallout, obvi. And Ripley. And The Gentlemen. And now that @booksandabeer mentioned it, Shogun has climbed up the watchlist to #4, and 3 Body Problem has entered it.

You guys still want fic from me, or can i stop writing to free up some time? 😂

Last thing I googled: i cannot stress this enough: i DO NOT GOOGLE. i DUCKDUCKGO.

Having said that, the last thing i searched for was: "longest sniper shots in military history". For a throwaway fic line. i'm going to end up on a letter agency watchlist one of these days and they're not going to like my explanation of 'realistic fictional character dialogue'. Are they.

Last thing I ate: Buttermilk. Which is either very cool, or very sad. 😂

Sweet, salty, or savory: Here's the thing: i do not like the taste of sweet. All sweet. Every iteration of sweet. My fave chocolate is 85 - 99% and my actual hell is a candy store. So, like, SAVORY all the way. And then salty, natch.

Sleep: What is sleep? Do not compute. Want it, though.

Currently reading: Rivers of London - Ben Aaronovich

Mostly for phrases like: "Being a seasoned Londoner, Martin gave the body the "London once-over" - a quick glance to determine whether this was a drunk, a crazy or a human being in distress. The fact that it was entirely possible for someone to be all three simultaneously is why good-Samaritanism in London is considered an extreme sport - like BASE jumping or crocodile wrestling."

Really, it's all the fun you can eat.

Absolutely zero pressure tags: @stoneserafina @cable-knit-sweater @ace-in-reserve @ohhsodebonair, @voylitscope

[girlwithfish]

organizing things feel good cuz i cleaned up this one corner that was a mess of amps cables guitars and i vacuumed and i put the content of some of the boxes of things i had just sitting on the living room floor into an empty storage drawer thing i had nd moving stuff around so rhat my living room is clear and im putting some sweaters n winter clothes i wont wear much in a box and in my closet wish i had an actual box cuz im using those cubicle foldable boxes that go in bookshelves rn nd i dont want my clothes to get dustyy esp bc im putting them in the small closet that smells kind of bad and i barely use and i dont like that much and alwahs avoid but its ok i guess >_< maybe ill get an actual box eventuallyy. but yeah i need more room for my clothes nd need to put clothes away nd unpack a suitcase so i can repack it lol and etc but i think i got a good amt done and the space looks a little more free now and less clutter. huge source of stress 4 me had a breakdown earlier xo

[edgyandoverzealous]

South Park (shortened addition aka Lore and fandom need to knows)

(I found this in my notes app, and remembered I was told it might be useful. A bit outdated because I believe there are a couple more seasons I don't have access to but do with it as you will :3)

Season 1:

Cartman gets an Anal Probe

Big Gay Al' Gay Boat Ride

Death

Damien

Cartman's Mom is a Dirty slut

Season 2:

Cartman's Mom is still a Dirty Slut

Ike's Wee wee

City on the edge of forever

Chickenpox

Rodger Ebert Should Lay Off the Fatty Foods

Clubhouses

Spookyfish

Merry Christmas Charlie Manson

Gnomes

Season 3:

Rainforest Shmainforest

Spontaneous Combustion

Tweek vs Craig

Two Guys Naked in a Hot Tub

Jewbilee

Are you there God? It's me, Jesus

Season 4:

Cartman's silly hate crime 2000

Timmy 2000

Cherokee Hair Tampons

Something you can do with your finger

Do the handicapped go to hell

Probably

Fourth Grade

Pip

The wacky Molestation Adventure

Season 5:

Cripple fight

Scott Tenorman Must Die

Cartmanland

Towlie

The Entity

Here comes The neighborhood

Kenny Dies

Butters' Very own Episode

Season 6:

Jared Has aides

Aspen

Freak Strike

Fun with Veal

Professor Chaos

Red hot Catholic Love

Free Hat

Bebe's boobs destroy society

A ladder to heaven

The return of the Fellowship of the Ring to the Two Towers.

Season 7:

Cancelled

Toilet Paper

Little crime stoppers

Red man's greed

Casa Bonita

All about the Mormons

Butt out

Raisins

Season 8:

Good times with weapons

The Passion of the Jew

You got F'd in the A

Awesom-o

Something Wall-Mart This Way Comes

Preschool

Quest for Ratings

Stupid Spoiled Whore Video Playset

Cartman's incredible gift

Woodland Critter Christmas

Season 9:

Mr Garrison's fancy new vagina

Wing

Best friends forever

The Death of Eric Cartman

Two Days Before The Day After Tomorrow

Marjorine

Follow that Egg

Trapped in the closet

Free Willzyx

Bloody Mary

Season 10:

The return of Chef

Smug alert!

A million Little Fibers

Manbearpig

Taste

Miss teacher bangs a boy

Hell on earth 2006

Go God Go

Go God Go XII

Stanley's cup

Season 11:

Cartman Sucks

Fantastic Easter Special

D-Yikes

Night of the living Homeless

Imaginationland

Imaginationland Episode II

Imaginationland Episode III

Guitar Queer-o

The List

Season 12:

Tonsil Trouble

Britney's new look

Major Boobage

Canada on strike

Eek, a penis

Super fun time

Breast Cancer Show Ever

Pandemic

Pandemic 2- The Startling

Elementary School Musical

The Ungroundable

Season 13:

The Ring

The Coon

Margaritaville

Pinewood Derby

Fatbeard

Dead Celebrities

Butters' Bottom Bitch

Whale Whores

The F word.

Dances with Smurfs

Season 14:

Sexual healing

The Tale of Scrotie McBoogerballs

You have 0 friends

Crippled Summer

Poor and stupid

It's a jersey thing

Coon 2: hindsight

Mysterion Rises

Coon vs Coon and Friends

Season 15:

Royal Pudding

T.M.I

City Sushi

You're getting old

Ass Burgers

1%

The Poor Kid

Season 16:

Reverse cowgirl

Jewpacabra

Butterballs

I should have never gone ziplining

Cartman finds love

Going Native

Obama wins!

Season 17:

Let go, let gov

Goth kids 3: Dawn of the posers

Taming Strange

Ginger Cow

Black Friday

A song of Ass and Fire

Titties and Dragons

Season 18:

The cissy

Handicar

The Magic Bush

Freemium isn't free

Grounded vindaloop

Cock magic

#REHASH

#HappyHolograms

Season 19:

All of it

Season 20:

All of it

Season 21:

Put it down

Hummels and Heroin.

Doubling Down

Moss Piglets

SUPER HARD PCness

splatty Tomato

Season 22:

Dead kids

A Boy and a Priest

Tegridy Farms

The Scoots

Time to get Cereal

Nobody got Cereal?

Buddha Box

Unfulfilled

Bike Parade

Season 23:

Shots

Let them eat goo

Tegridy Farms Halloween special

Board Girls

Turd Burglars

Basic Cable

Season 24:

The pandemic special

Season 25:

All of it

[chaoscontrolled123]

the gang's all here!!! my designs for the dreamtonics masc voicebanks based off of their logos, names, voices, and various archetypes of music student i encountered during college lol. feel free to use these for non-commercial purposes, just credit and link back to me!

KEVIN: the energetic theater kid who drags his buddies to dennys at 3am after a show. do NOT hand him the aux cable

RYO: the goth band kid who's teaching himself guitar but his main instrument is clarinet. do not hand him the aux cable either but for completely different reasons

MO CHEN: the wannabe composer who makes the music history exam study guides that everyone else mooches off of. has 400 hours in elden ring

AN XIAO: the popular choir kid who plays multiple sports and has constant scheduling issues. his major is "undeclared"

[jakey-beefed-it]

It's been a couple days since I posted any updates on my Knight Abominant project, but that's mostly because I'm at a minor impasse of parts and money. I got the arms sawed through and magnetized before attaching the shoulders and pauldrons, so I can magnetize weapon swaps and use those going forward. I also decked it out with a bit of jeweler's chain and guitar string cables, and sawed the legs apart at the knee to make room for an extension.

Said extension bits are easy and free to cheap with a 3d printer, but I don't have one of those so I'd have to order it from someone who does, and that's going to cost like 10 to 15 bux I don't currently have to spare so the project gets shelved here until I can get my hands on more bits, 3d printed or otherwise.

I remain confident that the finished product is gonna be pretty kickass, though, so watch this space for eventual updates.

[rpf-bat]

69. "You do know that we're in public, right?" for Niko/Joel👀☻️

69?? Nice. 😂

Here you go, it’s Niko/Joel as requested, and it’s 791 words.

Maybe someday, Niko thought hopefully, we’ll be a ‘big’ band, and we’ll be able to pay other people to carry our equipment for us.

But, today was not that day. Today, they were walking as fast as they could through an underground train station in the United Kingdom. The equipment they were carrying - guitar cases and amps and everything else a band needed to put on a show - was heavy, but they couldn’t afford to slow down.

“If we don’t catch the next one,” Joel huffed, already out of breath, “we’ll miss the showcase in Brighton!”

Niko knew he should be grateful, for the opportunity to play a gig outside of Finland. But, he was jet lagged and hungover and, at this point, he felt close to telling the label that they could shove the showcase up their ass.

“Don’t run!”, Niko warned. “It’s too crowded, you’re going to crash into someone and….”

Smack.

Joel ran straight into some random British woman, who wasn’t looking as she carried her shopping bags up the stairs.

“Oh no, ma’am, are you okay?” Joonas cried, stopping to help the woman up.

Olli and Tommi also set down their equipment, to help the woman pick up her groceries, which had spilled everywhere.

But, Niko wasn’t looking at the woman, or her belongings.

He was looking at what Joel had dropped, when he ran into her.

The case had flown out of his hands, and sailed down the stairs. When it hit the floor at the bottom, the latch had opened, spilling its contents - a microphone and it’s stand - onto the concrete.

People were swerving around it already, trying not to step on it.

“Joel, what the hell?!” Niko cried. “Now we have to go pick that up, before some englantilainen breaks it!”

Joel scampered down the stairs to retrieve the mic. Niko went after him, not trusting him to do anything correctly.

“I can’t believe you threw my mic stand down a flight of stairs!” Niko cried angrily. “Now we have to stop during soundcheck and make sure it even still works correctly!”

“Your mic stand?!” Joel repeated incredulously. “No way - this is my mic stand. Olli was carrying your microphone.”

“No, Olli was carrying your microphone, and you had my microphone!” Niko argued.

“It doesn’t matter,” Joel snapped. “Just let me grab it!”

“No,” Niko shook his head, grabbing Joel by the wrist. “I’m grabbing it. I don’t trust your hands with my things.”

“The fuck?” Joel blinked, struggling in the shorter man’s grip. He was stronger than he looked. “Let go.”

“No, I’m not letting go,” Niko insisted.

“Dude, you’re being stupid,” Joel sighed. “Our stuff is just sitting there on the ground, while you’re arguing with me. Do I have to hit you, to make you let go?”

“I’d like to see you try,” Niko dared him.

Joel reached his free hand out, but it never made contact with Niko’s face. Instead, the rapper snatched Joel’s hand out of the air. Now, both of the blonde’s wrists, were clamped tightly in Niko’s fists.

“Let go!“ Joel repeated, trying to raise his arms into the air, to wrench them out of Niko’s grip.

It didn’t work.

Niko held Joel’s wrists above his head, pinning them, as he backed him against the cold, concrete wall of the metro station.

Suddenly, something in Joel’s expression changed. Instead of struggling, his face turned red.

Niko’s anger evaporated when he realized where Joel’s mind had suddenly gone.

“Oh, you like being pinned in this position?” Niko grinned, bringing Joel’s face closer to his own. “Are you thinking of when I had you in this same position, a couple nights ago?”

“Y-You do know that we’re in public, right?” Joel stammered.

They’d messed around before, when they were drunk. Played stupid games, with Joel’s wrists and a length of mic cable. Just like the cable that was on the ground right now…

But, this is different, Joel thought. We’re not in private. We’re not even in Finland.

“Oh, I know,” Niko smirked. “I just don’t care.”

With those words, he pressed his lips roughly against Joel’s mouth. He used the weight of his body to press him harder against the wall as he kissed him aggressively.

“Hey!” a deep voice behind them called. “It’s Tommi. I picked up your microphone for you. If you’re done making out, the next train is coming!”

Joel’s cheeks burned with shame, as Niko pulled away. He couldn’t believe Tommi saw them. Their occasional hookups were supposed to be a secret.

Did the whole band know?!

“Hmm, I’m not sure we’re done,” Niko laughed, as he released Joel’s wrists. “We might have to continue this, at the hotel, after the gig.”