#Forgot to Take Out the Trash)

[ya-boi-joule]

[guitar solo sounds]

uhh i forgot to share the "tallinn spread" i completed like two months after the joker out helitehas gig but here you go

[sort-of-a-hero-that-way]

Dennis shielding Dee whether it's physical harm or a verbal confrontation. And thinking about ada's tag alongside the gifs

They're both of equal threat to him...

[micahdotgov]

i really dont get the long running joke of reading a fanfic and being jump scared by an american character saying arse, i can count on one hand the amount of fics i've read that have american characters using british slang/words, meanwhile it's far far more common to read fics about british characters using almost exclusively american things than not. jamie tartt is not saying trash can. james bond is not saying sidewalk. eames inception is not saying pants when he means trousers. in fact british characters SHOULD be saying arse but you lot are constantly making them say ass. stop this.

[n0bluev]

@fushiglow hmm….wonder who i’d draw this for all of a sudden and why… 🤔🤔

[zmediaoutlet]

Sam marks time. Dean doesn't know why. Their watches still tick and that weird clock in the library still traces the hours and Sam writes them out on the chalkboard in the kitchen: one day and then two and then three and then—Dean doesn't keep track, doesn't want to look. The sun rises and midnight comes and it's another day in an empty world. He's not sure what the benefit of knowing how long it's been is, other than a hair shirt. Sam's good at constructing those but Dean's never felt the need. The hair shirt rides with him, inside his skin. Never really goes away.

Two remaining humans on Earth. Jack's a question mark. He spends a lot of his time split between his bedroom and sitting out on the side of the plant above the bunker. Taking in the air, or something. Dean would ask but he doesn't know what to say. When they failed—this bad. When it's their fault and there's no excuse to offer.

Sam would say it wasn't their fault but Chuck's. At least another Sam would. He tried on that first day after they came home, Chuck's glee searing some new kind of pain over every one of Dean's bones, and Sam's supposed to be the optimistic one but even he couldn't get through it. They could have, they should have. On that first night they both get very, very drunk, and Dean does have the thought somewhere between the last moments of lucidity and blackout that—okay, so they should've played their roles—at least Earth would be alive, at least there'd still be the old lady who worked the register at the grocery store and little kids selling chiclets in Acapulco and the Denver Broncos—but really, would that have been the end? If they'd gone full Romeo and Juliet. If he'd shot Sam in the head and then cut his own wrists and waited, the blood pooling into a lake, feeling every weakening heartbeat as the punishment he deserved. Would that have been enough? Or would the writer have realized that ending wasn't satisfying, either, and there'd be—shock, surprise—another sequel, the show renewed another year, and the Winchesters would be dragged back from death to enact some new version of melodrama? Dean watched a lot of soaps, back in the day, waiting through dull lonely days until he could dig a grave under cover of darkness. He knows no one ever got free, unless they got recast, and on an empty Earth there was fat chance of that. Which he explained to Sam, but Sam might've passed out by that point.

Fourth day of an empty Earth they get in a fight. It's halfhearted at best. Dean's hungover and Sam's jittery and terrified because there's nothing he can think of to fix what's gone wrong and Jack's quiet, a kicked dog not wanting attention in case another boot comes its way. Dean drank the last cup of coffee and Sam's pissed at him and then Dean's furious. It feels pointless even as it's happening. Sam gives him that look like he expects more and Dean throws his empty mug at the wall and leaves the kitchen and every ounce of anger drains out as soon as he's in the hall. He takes a shower—by some miracle, they're still getting water and power and light—and leans his aching head against the cold tile and doesn't cry but maybe he'd feel better if he could. It keeps not coming. When he dries off he pulls on boxers and a t-shirt and goes back to the kitchen and the pieces of the mug have been swept up and left in a broken pile on the kitchen island. Visual metaphor. He hopes Chuck appreciates it.

Sam's in his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed with a beer in hand. Ten in the morning. "Stealing my move," Dean says.

Sam doesn't look at him. Dean sits beside him on the bed and looks at the wall, too. Says, "Where's Jack?" and Sam says, all rusted edges, "Outside," and Dean doesn't know how the kid does it. When the door's closed on the bunker it feels—not good but not all that different than it used to. When they were alone down here, and the world could pass by overhead unknown. The silence down here is something Dean loved. The silence out there—

He takes the beer out of Sam's hand. Sam lets him. He takes a deep swallow. Then he sets the beer on the bedside table, and then he sets his hand on the back of Sam's neck, and then watches Sam close his eyes and his jaw flex. Dean doesn't want to ask; he doesn't have to.

They fuck. It's not good or bad. Dean's brain shuts off and when he comes to they're panting and it stinks kind of, Sam's sweat and the jizz in the air and two bodies sticking together. Sam's arm is curled under Dean's head and Dean turns his face down into Sam's bicep, hides his eyes from the light. His hangover hasn't gone away and may never. He says, "If we could've," and can't finish, but Sam knows what he means.

"We had our whole lives to learn how," Sam says. Very quiet. He lays his hand on Dean's belly and his forehead tips down against the back of Dean's head. Kind of hurts, bone to bone. "I never could. Could you?"

Sam's blood on his hands in exchange for seven billion lives, plus or minus a few. His gut aches. He can't respond but Sam doesn't seem to expect him to.

Refractory periods being what they are in a man's forties, Dean can't wipe his brain clean again the way he'd prefer. He leaves Sam's room and gets drunk again instead. In the morning he's hungover, and Sam's made coffee, and the chalkboard says it's day five.

[gobbluthbutagirl]

i love when you start a new minimum wage type job and you have to watch one million billion hours of training videos about how passionate we are about our jobs and how we hold ourselves to the highest standard and then you go out to actually get trained by your new coworkers and they dgaf

[egosumrexgloriae]

Many years ago, there were Tumblr blogs dedicated to uploading different kinds of music. One of them, collegerockyears, uploaded this mix which I’ve never found again on the internet until I came across an old hard drive where I had it downloaded, lol. It might be from around 2011. It’s crazy how we stopped downloading things and switched entirely to streaming platforms.

Well, here it is. It originally had a beautiful cover, but I couldn’t find it. No trace of it anywhere.

Repulsion – Dinosaur Jr (Dinosaur)

Let's Go Away – The Wipers (Is This Real?)

Peking Spring – Mission Of Burma (Peking Spring)

That's What You Always Say – The Dream Syndicate (Days Of Wine And Roses)

Feast On My Heart – Pylon (Hits)

Original Love – The Feelies (Crazy Rhythms)

(I'm A) Don Juan – The Embarrassment (Heyday 1979–83)

Couldn't Care Less Anymore – The Suburbs (The Suburbs)

(I Thought) You Wanted To Know – The dB's (DIY: Shake It Up! - American Power Pop II)

Carnival Of Sorts (Box Cars) – R.E.M. (Dead Letter Office)

tugboat – Galaxie 500 (Today)

Swimming Ground – Meat Puppets (Up On The Sun)

I'm In Trouble – The Replacements (Sorry Ma, Forgot to Take Out the Trash)

These Important Years – Hüsker Dü (Warehouse: Songs and Stories)

Deeper Than Inside – Rites Of Spring (Rites Of Spring [Bonus Track Version])

Black Candy – Beat Happening (Black Candy)

Luka – The Lemonheads (Lick)

Holiday Song – Pixies (Come On Pilgrim)

Tuff Gnarl – Sonic Youth (Sister)

Racer X – Big Black (The Hammer Party)

Ever – Flipper (Generic)

She Said – Scratch Acid (The Greatest Gift)

Everything's Explodin' – The Flaming Lips (Finally The Punk Rockers Are Taking Acid)

Blue Spark – X (Under The Big Black Sun)

Fire Of Love – The Gun Club (Miami)

Have You Ever Seen the Rain – Minutemen (3-Way Tie [For Last])

Big Lizard – The Dead Milkmen (Big Lizard in My Backyard)

Behind The Wall Of Sleep – The Smithereens (Especially For You)

Ain't Nothin' To Do – Green River (Dry As A Bone / Rehab Doll)

Human Cannonball – Butthole Surfers (Locust Abortion Technician)

@stonerswithboners @k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 @notgoodvibes @anti-suburbia @rom8os @mayhem6 @gaiblane @mediopodrida @morbaa @eskabio @contac @autarque @megamorbus @incubo-di-morte

[cecizilla1]

people are out here with the most beautiful studios meanwhile this chaotic mess and rickety ass desk is where the magic happens somehow 💀

[doubletrea]

today was what I will charitably call my second properly bad day .and it wasnt even that bad.well I'm home now and meringue is purring and I forgot what I was mad about

[bookwyrminspiration]

happy clean the entire house in 2 hours Saturday to all who celebrate (me)

[jacqcrisis]

caleb: don't worry, I won't be in your apartment too long

zeke: no, what? no, baby, stay. don't go. please. you can stay on my couch forever if you want. i promise my cat will love you and i won't even leave raw meat on the counter to get funky while your here please don't leave ಥ_ಥ

[rastronomicals]

6:39 AM EST January 30, 2025:

The Replacements - "Rattlesnake" From the album   Sorry Ma, Forgot to Take Out the Trash (August 25, 1981)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Minneapolis hardcore

[spookythesillyfella]

I know you possibly don't want this inbox right this second but I wanted to say that you should never apologize for trying to express your feelings, No matter how often or in what way you do it there's nothing wrong with that. This is YOUR BLOG and rightfully so wanting people to ask about you is normal it shouldn't be seen as some sort of crime to WANT ATTENTION especially because you put so much time / effort into everything you do. I know you're hurting right this second... I can't stop anything that you may do but I can at least tell you one last time that I will always try to support you to my compacity. I don't want you to feel as if you're standing alone in an empty room, I've been watching over you for even this short amount of time and you've made such an positive impact on me. It's not phony bologna, It's not me inboxing out of "pity" I just really care about you. It's hard to reach anyone on my end.. One last time though. Thank you everything Thank you for inspiring me through art Thank you for inspiring me through writing even if it meant dissecting song lyrics or writing out headcanons/fanfiction writing Thank you for checking up on me. Associating me with characters I am sorry I haven't done more. I hope in the future more people will be able to appreciate you. Keep your chin up

You don't need to reply at all. I'll check more on you later on (I'll try to..) I love you so much /p

i honestly don't know what to say that hazn't been said yet – your askz alwayz seem to calm me down . for a moment . and help me reevaluate thingz

i really do appreciate all the thingz you've said . but i really do need to stop talking about my issuez here and seek attention and support from a bunch of people on tumblr ; my purpoze here waz just to make art of my au and sometimez post fanfiction – i came onto thiz platform with the goal of escaping my problemz and being a pillar of support for otherz . to help them feel better in timez of need . and to inspire them with the thingz i make ; it just seemz that . over the past month or so . ive just been expozing the crackz in the foundation . and i've ended up the "high maintenance" person in everyonez livez . instead of helping maintain other people

looking back on it . itz foolish and unrealistic to think that would be the case – and look at me now . i've ended up spilling my gutz onto thiz website becauze i just desperately want people to look at me and care ; looking for pity in placez pity won't be found iz a waste of time and energy . and at thiz point i just want to go back to how it waz before thiz whole decline started . since i just posted art and thatz it – no opinionz . no mishapz about the day . no frustrationz . just entertainment for otherz

but what you've written down truly doez mean a lot to me – you're someone who i look up to an awful lot . and your appreciation and support meanz more than you could imagine ; itz such a pleazure to be friendz with you . and you're probably the best older sibling a guy could ask for . i really . truly mean it 💌💌💌

[memecatwings]

imagine working at a grocery store and your boss tries to write you up for "insubordination" like man this is a grocery store

[cfmanymuses]

I think the chore I hate the most is taking out the trash. I hate certain smells, and trash is right up there.

[guerrilla-operator]

The Replacements // Careless

Plan tomorrow, money to borrow I'm careless, careless Couldn't care less, careless I'm careless, careless That's the way I stay