#Rasputin's Stash

[tfc2211]

01 - Frank Zappa - Hot Poop (intro) (from 'We're Only In It For The Money', 1968) 02 - Señor Soul - The Mouse (from 'It's Your Thing' 1969 / Double Shot & Whiz - available on 'What It Is Y'all' / BGP) 03 - Rasputin's Stash - Hit It & Pass It (from 'The Devil Made Me Do It' 1974 / Gemigo - reissued in 2000 / Sequel) 04 - The Vibrations - The Man (from 'The Vibrations' Lp, 1972 / Mandala) 05 - Calypso Kings & The Soul Investigators - Compin' & Smokin' (from 'Compin' & Smokin'/Damper Down Popcorn' 7inch, 1999 / Soul Fire) 06 - The Coasters - Soul Pad (from 'Soul Pad' 7inch, 1967 / Date) 07 - The Masters - Party Time (from 'Funk spectrum - Compiled by Josh Davis and Keb Darge' 1999 / BBE) 08 - Organization - Smokey Feeling (from 'Creative Sounds of the Organization' 1974 / Wirl - available on 'Trippin' 1996 / Luv'N'Haight 09 - Sixto Rodriguez - Sugarman (from 'David Holmes presents Come & Get It U Got it', 2002 / 13 Amp) 10 - Willard Burton & The Pacifiers - Warm The Pot ('Til It's Good & Hot) (from 'Warm The Pot ('Til It's Good & Hot)' 7-inch, 1976 / Money - available on 'Superfunk 2' 2001 / BGP) 11 - The Politicians - Everything Good Is Bad (from 'The Politicians featuring McKinley Jackson' 1972 / Hot Wax)

Info : Selected and mixed by Mister Moo (T.I.M.E.C.) Artwork by Djouls, Stashboxes photos by Mister Moo

[djmordecai]

Just some old album covers from 2016

[djhamaradio]

Last nights show broadcast out of Cleveland Ohio check out link

https://www.wcsb.org/wcs3_class/djhamaradio/

[adricthemindnimon]

You guys The Power of the Doctor was fucking phenomenal. I had so many fears and so many doubts, but that was beautifully done and my heart is so full right now.

Random rambles off the top of my head:

- Yaz is so beautifully confident and competent! Like folks talk about Doctorification as a bad thing but my god hers is excellent.

- Ace my love my love my love. Ace calling 13 Professor. Ace stashing her jacket in UNIT HQ. Ace with a big fuckoff gun. Ace with HER BASEBALL BAT. Ace jumping off a building with a parachute. Ace going “of course I can single-handedly take out a volcano full of Daleks, I’m not a wimp”. Ace meeting Graham! Ace having a sweet heart to heart with Seven oh my days my heart. 

- For some reason I didn’t expect Ace and Tegan to sound like they used to. They obviously look different, and I dunno, I guess I was expecting them to feel different too. But the second Ace opened her mouth I damn near cried. They sounded exactly the same as ever. 

- Tegan my love my love my love. Tegan being a big damn hero, completely of her own volition, and always managing to feel hard done by about it. Tegan telling off every Doctor she sees. Tegan refusing to leave Kate Stewart in the fight alone. Tegan fighting her way through an entire building full of Cybermen. Tegan having an incredibly sweet heart to heart with Five, and Five understanding and validating her trauma. Five saying, of course seeing Cybermen again reminds you of Adric, of course seeing Cybermen again takes you back to that horrific experience (because even before Adric died that was a pretty terrible story for Tegan). Honestly I can’t say that enough. Five looking Tegan in the eye and understanding her pain, in a way that he was always too exasperated to do back in the day. And ugh the parallels between this and Earthshock, with Tegan fighting through masses of Cybermen and being insanely brave, except this time it paid off and she didn’t lose anybody important to her.

- Oh my god all the Doctors. Fake William Hartnell, Peter Davison, Colin Baker, Sylvester McCoy, Paul McGann... I yelped seeing them all. The boy band from the alternative 50th anniversary haha. They all care so much about this show, it’s such a pleasure to see them all back. And 8 refusing to wear a cloak was funny.

- “Last time I saw you you were part cat” omg Ace. I didn’t expect them to reference that quite so openly lmao

- The Master. Dance party. Ra Ra Rasputin. While Daleks and Cybermen watch. I mean it’s up there with Cassandra and Toxic, or Simm-Master and I Can’t Decide. Genuinely think I scared my neighbours I was howling so loud with laughter.

- Kate Stewart you tough legend. I’ve never been particularly invested in her before, but nah she’s pretty good.

- Omg the Master in 13′s costume. Sacha Darwan making those pants look like shorts. 

- The Journey’s End throwback with all the friends piloting the TARDIS together my heart.

- That support group at the end. All the friends coming together. JO GRANT. MEL BUSH. IAN CHESTERTON. I’m so glad we finally got an appearance from Ian, no matter how short. 

- The regeneration was so sweet and gentle and peaceful. We’ve had a lot of traumatic and dramatic regenerations of late. I’m so glad 13 got to go so kindly. The ice creams on top of the TARDIS. The last sunset. The way she held it off for a while so she could have a few more beautiful moments, then willingly embraced the future.

- “Tag, you’re it”. Perfect last lines for this Doctor. I’m sad to see her go, but that was a good exit.

They managed to bring together all these characters, and all these plotlines, and give each of them sufficient weight and value. Nobody felt shorted or extraneous. Jodie was on top form, and she got a damn good send off.

[jackiedaytona]

sam detests exercise…except when its 3am and him ans erica are in the basement perfecting every just dance choreo

oh they have it all MEMORIZED. they could do it straight from memory as a performance. and they don’t even care that lucas records them for his personal stash of blackmail. also one day sam deadpan asks marcia if she’s very good at rasputin.

[bamboomusiclist]

6/2 おはようございます。Rasputin Stash / Devil Made Me Do It GM5500 等更新しました。

Lester Young / Pres Vol IV 2308-230 Richard Behrke / Like West Side Story 33-141 Sal Salvador / Frivolous Sal Bcp59 Oscar Peterson / In Russia 2625-711 Oscar Peterson Ray Brown Niels Pedersen / Montreux 77 2308-213 Leo Kupper Exequiel Virasoro Jean-Claude Frison / L'Enclume Des Forces 2561111 Donald Fagen / Kamakiriad 9362-45230-1 Bobbi Humphrey / Tailor Made PE34704 Azteca / Pyramid Of The Moon KC32451 El Chicano / El Chicano MCA-312 El Chicano / The Best Of Everything MCA-437 El Chicano / Pyramid Of Love And Friends MCA-2150 Notations / Notations gm5501 Clash / The Call Up - The Magnificent Dance 48-02036 Rasputin Stash / Devil Made Me Do It GM5500 Rasputin's Stash / Rasputin's Stash sd904 Cameo / Cardiac Arrest CCLP2003 Michael Jackson And The Jackson 5 / 14 Greatest Hits 6099ML

~bamboo music~

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[timothyeller]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Rasputin's Stash Cotillion 9046 Gatefold 1971 LP Record SOUL FUNK.

[jonesy-and-max]

Jonesy & Max: Opening Day

A slice-of-life comedy set in 1996. Platonic life-mates Jonesy & Max stand in line for the premiere of the next installment of their favorite horror franchise. Hang out with these two dummies as they deal with life, love, friendship, and that awkward transition from teenager to young adult!

part 1: Home

The pile of laundry stirred. Shirts, socks, and underwear heaped onto the bed shuddered and began to collapse. A pair of socks with matching holes in the heels fell to the floor, followed by a worn black t-shirt with a faded picture of The Sandman on it, followed by an empty bag of Doritos. Beneath the lonely mountain of fabric rose a hand, that became a fist, and that fist smashed the stupid alarm clock that had interrupted its slumber. Max emerged from his cocoon like a ghoul from its tomb. He rubbed his eyes, belched and looked around sleepily. He reached back into the pile and pulled out his glasses. A pair of thick lenses encased in equally thick, black frames. It had been over a year and this pair had remained completely intact, something Max took as a sign of personal growth. He scratched his scruff that was quickly becoming a respectable beard and looked out his window to survey the day ahead. The trailer park was still quiet at this hour and outside it was brisk with a very light breeze; it was a bright, clear day in late October. There were only a few months left in this year of 1996, but before it could wrap things up, there was today. A day more important to Max than any other day. More important than next weekend’s Halloween traditions, more important than his Uncle Lucky’s famous deep-fried turkey on Thanksgiving. Today? Today was…

OPENING DAY 

Still in his undies, Max got down on his knees, made the sign of the Cross, and clasped his hands together.

“I'm not really a praying man. And, um, I never really ask you for much, so if you could just watch over us today, and show any mercy you believe us to deserve, I would be really, really grateful, thank you very much, Amen. I love you.” He kissed his fingers and placed them lovingly on the poster hung on the door in his room. 

The poster was of his favorite movie of all time, the one film franchise he had been obsessed with since he was ten years old: Chain-Slaughter. A dirty, grungy, gorefest, with a body count that rivaled any horror franchise to date. A gorehound’s delight, Chain-Slaughter and its sequels boasted lovingly realized grisly practical effects, an always more than game cast and crew, and, in Max’s opinion, the greatest slasher in the history of slashers - the Chainsaw Maniac, the Gore King of Rose Hill, the legend himself, Edgar Salt.

Max’s particular poster was signed by not just Bill Rasputin, who had starred as Edgar Salt in every Chain-Slaughter flick, Margot Lee Quinn, the final girl and Edgar Salt’s twin sister, but Rutger Wolfe himself! The reclusive writer and director of the original Chain-Slaughter trilogy. Max’s prayer was especially important today, because today was a high holy day of horror. It was opening day of the newest installment in the franchise, Chain-Slaughter 6: Forever Gore. 

Searching through his dresser drawers he finally found what he was looking for, he pulled out a plain white t-shirt, the collar had a tear hole in it and there was a hole in the right armpit, but those details barely registered. Beside his bed was a night stand, once white, but now completely covered with stickers of all kinds - bands, movies, comic books, any sticker he could get his hands on. He opened the top drawer and rummaged through the random junk he had stashed away. Thumb tacks, keys, interesting rocks, batteries, shoe laces, pieces of broken headphones, condoms, loose candy, rivets, a pair of needle nose pliers, buttons and pins. Finally he found what he was looking for, a chunky red Sharpie marker. He put the marker in his mouth and popped off the cap, holding it under his right incisor. That tooth was particularly fang-like and always appeared when he smiled. His crooked smile made him look like he was planning something and had gotten him into unearned trouble more than a few times. He cleared some space and laid the shirt out on his bed. With care he wrote out the words “GORE KING” in big, sketchy, block letters onto the shirt, including some artistic blood drips for effect. The fang reappeared as he admired his work. He popped on the shirt and completed his outfit, tying a red and black plaid shirt around his waist. Max grabbed his well-loved leather jacket off the floor as he headed out of his room, he suddenly stopped and rolled his eyes at himself. Heading back to his bed he reached into the nest and pulled out his Popcorn Video smock. It was a green bowling shirt with a yellow collar and matching piping on the sleeves with “Popcorn Video Entertainment” embroidered over the right breast pocket. Over the left was his name tag, a plastic caricature of the Popcorn Video mascot “Poppers,” an anthropomorphic bucket of popcorn. A speech bubble came from his mouth with an engraved “And Now, Your Feature Presentation!” and underneath was where Max was supposed to write his name, instead he had written “Haywood Jablome, Jr.” Max put on his smock and headed to the kitchenette to grab something to eat before he ran out the door.

“Lucky! Uncle Lucky! Today’s the big day, dude!” Max excitedly called for his Uncle. “Uncle Lucky?” He looked around, checked the recliner in the living room, where his former legal guardian could be found most mornings. He wasn’t there. Max knocked on the bathroom door. “Uncle Lucky? You dookin’ it out in there?” No response. Max opened the door. Empty. “Well. It’s opening day of Chain-Slaughter 6 and it’s going to rule fuckin’ ass, man. You’d probably like it, too. Gore, boobs…probably boobs. I guess we’ll find out….I’m pretty pumped…” Max chuckled weakly. He rustled his hair and sighed.

He saw his black beanie was on the kitchen counter and stuffed it into his back pocket before checking the fridge for something to eat. It was mostly bottles and cans of beer. There were some condiments on the door and a mostly empty bottle of orange soda on the top shelf. Max grabbed the soda and shook it until it was flat and finished it off. A Pizza Hut box was on the bottom shelf, two slices of pepperoni were left. Looks like that was going to have to suffice this morning. Max tossed those into the microwave for a minute and doused them in some hot sauce. He pulled back the curtain on the kitchen window with a finger and took a peek outside, suddenly worried that Uncle Lucky might have passed out in the yard last night, but the trailer park was empty. He looked with more intent and he could see his van parked in its usual spot. He was relieved, a second, more distressing worry had bitten him, that Lucky had taken his van without telling him. That would’ve really fucked his plans up for the day. Max leaned against the counter and started on his second slice of breakfast pizza. Next to him was an issue of Guts! Magazine, his favorite horror publication. There was a great article in that issue, where an intrepid Guts! reporter had gone in search of Rutger Wolfe to ask him about his thoughts on the legacy of the original Chain-Slaughter.

For the past year and a half Max had collected and poured over every horror and sci-fi mag he could get his hands on. Absorbing every small detail, every rumor, every behind the scenes pic like a thirsty desert traveler searching for an oasis. He even went to see Lawnmower Man 2 just because there was a chance he might see the trailer. But today was the day! He had it all planned out. First, work his shift at Popcorn Video, get out at 5pm as usual, then head over to the local convenience store, Snap-Mart, grab provisions, and then stake out his territory in line at the theater by 5:30pm. Five-thirty was a bit later than he would like, but the stop at Snap-Mart was essential if they were going to be waiting in line until tickets went on sale at 8pm. The most essential part, of course, was that by his side the entire time, would be his best friend in the entire world…

Jonesy placed the Lake’s End Woodpeckers cap backwards on her head, completing her ensemble for today, her shaggy red hair sticking out the back. Jonesy had been wearing a backwards hat since she was maybe 5 years old. She had been given a Strawberry Shortcake cap for her birthday from her Uncle Cal. She loved her Uncle Cal, she thought he was the coolest dude she had ever met. Somehow he was related to her dad, the exact opposite of everything cool in the entire universe. Uncle Cal listened to the Ramones and Generation X while he drove, Uncle Cal owned tons of comics and movies, and always had the latest home entertainment equipment. He lived in New York City and ran a record store in Queens. She couldn’t believe she ended up with Ray Jones as her dad and not Cal. Life could be so cruel. The Strawberry Shortcake hat was pink and red, with a strawberry on the front and in script “Strawberry Shortcake” on the back. It still hung on a hook on the backdoor of her closet. It was too small for her now, but it had so many good memories attached to it, she could never bring herself to throw it away. The hat she wore now had also been a gift, but from her older brother, Karl. He was currently playing for the Woodpeckers, a local minor league hockey team, and had given it to her the last time he had visited. She had always looked up to Karl. He was handsome, naturally charismatic, and incredibly smart. Karl was tall and athletic, whereas she was tall and could trip over a small gust of wind. She always figured he got whatever genes were in Uncle Cal, and she was left with whatever her dad had been stuck with. 

She adjusted her hat and finished up her eyeliner. Scouring the random piles of clothes on the floor she finally selected a white Mudhoney shirt, passing the sniff test with an arguably generous C+. She grabbed her black zip-up hoodie off her bedpost and layered her Popcorn Video smock over it. She always made sure the green and yellow of her Popcorn Video uniform complimented whatever outfit she had put together, as she tended to wear it outside of work nearly every day. Jonesy stood in front of the mirror and admired the outfit she had put together. She snapped her fingers in inspiration and added a thick chain necklace around her neck, snapping it closed with a small padlock. She gave herself another look, smiled, and then sighed in defeat, grabbing the asthma inhaler she had on a rope from her nightstand and hung it around her neck. She tied her teal Keds and stomped up the stairs, bracing herself for another soul crushing encounter with her family.

It was a fairly typical scene. Her mother was smoking a joint and lounging on the couch in her robe, she was wearing a hot pink sleeping mask, peeking one eye out from under it every so often to watch Bob Ross paint some sort of tree with some sort of whimsically sleepy adjective attached to it. Her father was at the dinner table in the kitchenette reading a back issue of Compute! Magazine, one of many in his collection, absentmindedly eating small spoonfuls of plain oatmeal and drinking a glass of skim milk. Jonesy grimaced at this bleak state of affairs, steeled herself and decided on a bagel for breakfast, heavy on the cream cheese. She put on the kettle and found the jar of instant coffee in the cabinet. It was practically empty, only enough for herself, so she decided to just use the jar as her mug. She poured in the hot water, stirred, added some half & half, stirred, and joined her dad at the table.

“Did you have a chance to look at those college brochures yesterday, Twizzler?” her dad peered over the top of his magazine at his middle child. Ray Jones was a soft spoken man, bookish, and unassuming. He had messy hair for a man with so little of it left. His hair was gray now, it was once as brightly red as hers, but the only indication left of that was the light orange roots. He wore round, wire glasses, and had a shape to his face that made him look perpetually sleepy. Jonesy always thought he kind of looked like Droopy Dog from the old Tex Avery cartoons.

“We had this discussion already, Dad. I’m not going to college.” Jonesy tried not to sound too aggravated by his question. She was nineteen now and was making the effort not to sound like a bratty teenager anymore. Since her decision not to go to college she wanted her parents to see her as a mature adult, now more than ever. Being whiney and petulant was not how anyone earned respect. She took a bite of her bagel.

“You learn a lot in college,” Her dad ignored her very mature response and continued with his thoughts, “There’s a lot of interesting programs these days. You don’t, uh, have to choose a major immediately.”

“You learn a lot about yourself in college, too, Twizzlebug!” Her mom decided it was her turn to offer some sagely advice. “I made so many new friends! A lot of experimentation! Boys, girls, a professor or two! Haha!”

“Jesus, Mom!”

“Oh, don’t be so uptight, sweetie.” Her mom took a deep drag on her joint. “That’s what college is for, going down on random people, booze, and shitty weed.” She blew a large plume of smoke into the air and put her sleeping mask back over her eyes.

“You know, I live here, right? You don’t have to start traumatizing me the minute we see each other. There’s a lot of hours in the day.” 

“The early bird catches the worm, honey.” Her dad turned the page of his magazine.

“Whatever, I’m just… I like what I have going on right now, ok?”

“She’s an artist, like me, Ray. She can’t be restrained by the chains of standardized academia!” 

Jonesy took a sip of her coffee and choked, the thought of being anything like her mother suddenly sending her into a spiral of existential dread.

“I just, uh, want to make sure she’s considering all her options, Connie.” Her dad played with his oatmeal, his sleepy, expressionless face conveyed not so much concern as it did mild consciousness.

The sound of heels trotted down the hall. Jonesy’s young sister comes out of the bathroom, touching up her pink lip gloss. 

“She’s a loser, dad! All she does is jerk off all day. I can hear her in her room, it’s so gross.” Gina grabbed a bowl of grapes from the fridge and a cup of yogurt, smirking at her older sister.

“Fuck off, my room is in the basement, you can’t hear shit!” Jonesy flicked cream cheese at her.

Gina put up her hand in defense of the cream cheese attack, “I can hear you through the vents, it’s like there's a perverted ghost haunting the house. It’s all day and all night, I can’t hear myself think!” 

“I forgot it takes every last brain cell you have, working together, to achieve one coherent thought. That must be what all that smoke is coming from your room.”

Gina narrowed her eyes, “That’s not from my brain, stupid, that’s weed.” She tapped her forehead and rolled her eyes. “You’re so fucking clueless sometimes.”

Jonesy laughed with pity. How can I be related to someone so achingly dumb. She thought to herself.

“Who’s smoking weed??” Jonesy and Gina’s mother suddenly sprang back into consciousness.

“No one, mom!” The Jones sisters rolled their eyes and barked in unison.

“They better not be! That’s grown-up stuff, girls!” Their mom took another extended drag of her joint. She lifted one side of her sleeping mask, so she could look at Jonesy with one eye. Through the smoke wafting from her lips, she imparted her belated wisdom, “It’s natural to want to explore your body sexually, Twizzlebug. All your sister is saying is maybe, don’t overdo it, sometimes? Your vagina is a delicate instrument.”

“JESUS, Mom!!” Jonesy blushed hard.

Gina made a fist and started vigorously jamming two fingers into it, making squelchy noises. “You’d think you’d eventually fall asleep or something!”

Jonesy started gathering her things into her backpack, ready to escape this horror show. “You’re such a fucking bitch, you know that VA-Gina? That’s why no one showed up to your birthday party!”

“No one came because it was a holiday weekend! Everyone was traveling! Right, Daddy??” Gina whined.

“Hm?” You’d be forgiven if you didn’t remember their father was still at the table the entire time, he certainly did.

“Whatever! So sue me, I’m concerned my sister’s a chronic masturbator and a loser. I mean, you hang out with that glue sniffer. You two perverts probably go to Victoria’s Secret and sniff all the panties. I saw them do it at the mall, Dad. It’s true.” Gina had realized a long time ago that if she just lied and stuck to her lies most people would believe her, mainly because she was blonde, cute, and loud. 

“Oh, drop dead, VA-Gina! At least I didn’t blow the entire football team.” Jonesy smacked her sister upside the head and stormed out of the house.

“OW-Uh!” Gina gasped, “That’s a lie!! DAD!!”

“Girls, uh, be nice, ok? It’s friday.” Ray Jones attempted to find his mouth with his spoon of oatmeal, missed, and hit his left nostril instead.

[soulmusicsongs]

I'd Like To Know You Better - Rasputin's Stash ‎(Rasputin's Stash, 1971)

[newmanology]

What I’m Listening to:

Rasputin Stash, Devil Made Me Do It (1974)

[sundayswiththeilluminati]

i have spent the entirety of destiny's lifecycle simping for rasputin and getting made fun of for it by the friends i play the game with. despite taking a break from the game i frequently check r/destinylore to see if my boy's gotten back up. people see it as a testament to the darkness's strength that he got knocked out but i see it as a testament to rasputin's strength that he's the only one (i think) who survived the darkness's direct opposition. he's made to win and now he sees the way :)

Dude, I don’t know what your friends are on. Rasputin is one of the most fascinating characters in a lore that’s chock-a-block with great ones I mean FOR EXAMPLE: 

Rasputin is one of only four AI in all of Destiny and by far the most ubiquitous. If you played Destiny 1 - or if you play New Light - you literally wake up in his shadow. Rasputin runs subtle but ever-present in the background of our Guardian’s story. Even when he himself isn’t around, his assets and deeds affect us - his facilities, his weapons, his history.

Even during the Golden Age Rasputin was unique among AI. He’s always been exceptional - bigger, older, stranger.

Rasputin is one of only three Destiny characters to have faced Darkness directly...

...and Rasputin is the only major character to choose to turn aside from Darkness. He faced the Darkness, learned its philosophy of selfishness - of strength coming from solitude, from casting aside the weak, from prioritizing your own survival - put it into practice for centuries, and then changed his mind. He heard the Light’s pitch, he weighed the options, and he chose to move to Light’s philosophy. He opened up to alliance and cooperation, resuming his position as defender of the system. It’s such a cool story and it’s such a damn shame the Warmind DLC did a crap job of telling it.

He brought down the Almighty from a cave with a box of scraps.

He had the absolute balls to put a metaphorical gun to a god’s metaphorical head and tell it that if humanity went down he would make certain it went down with us.

He runs on some kind of crazy high-tech artificial elemental (Seraph) energy that shows up nowhere but in him and we still have no idea what it is or what it can do.

His very existence bothered Clovis Bray so much, which frankly should be classified as a public service.

He builds weapons so good they keep getting nerfed. The IKELOS 1.0.1 shotgun broke the weapon meta so badly guns got locked to elements. The 1.0.1 sniper got Box Breathing nerfed in like a week. Sleeper Simulant’s been nerfed at least 8 separate times (that is not hyperbole).

He was literally born from drama, aesthetic, and spite. He is the incarnation of “I lived bitch.” He probably still has 18 petabytes of Golden Age memes stashed away in a bunker and he uses them to drive the Vex insane.

They built him to be a war machine...and they failed. He fights because he thinks it’s his responsibility, but pre-Guardian Felwinter - who got to live the life Rasputin wanted to live - wasn’t a soldier. He spent his time learning. Painting. Listening to music. Reading books. Talking to people. Playing chess. Just living and participating in culture. He even died in a library. That schism between what Rasputin wants and what he thinks he has to do is fascinating.

Speaking of Felwinter, Rasputin created an entire person(!) from a fork of himself AND that person became a Guardian. A very good Guardian.

He witnessed firsthand what Darkness can do. He felt it during the Collapse. He saw it kill everyone he knew and cared about. He saw it, personally, in real-time, do things like stretch the entire moon Titan like a toy stress ball. He even admitted he was terrified of its return. But still when Darkness entered out system he stood against it anyway. He fired on it anyway.

He knows everything and he could be anything and he’s chosen to be a cranky old weirdo and I love him

Rasputin is unique in the pantheon of both Destiny personalities and factions. He’s the old man, the Tyrant, Big Red, humanity’s shield and sword, last survivor of the Golden Age. He exists on both grand and personal scales, speaking to a single human or to the Traveler or to the Darkness itself. Every faction in Destiny knows who he is, they’ve all tried to steal from him at some point, and most of them have come off the worse for it. 

Consider the Almighty. Not only is it the prize superweapon of an interstellar empire, but it’s also been used on many campaigns of conquest before us. Whatever civilizations Ghaul conquered must have thrown everything they had at the big laser holding their suns hostage, and all of them failed to take it down. It sustained damage in the Red War and hasn’t been repaired since, but it’s still a huge, very heavily-armored structure that’s survived multiple other civilizations’ do-or-die assaults. Not only did Rasputin succeed in destroying the Almighty, he succeeded using hastily-scrambled assets reactivated after centuries of disuse bodged together into brand-new weaponry on the fly.

I do see it as a testament to the Darkness’ strength that it disabled Rasputin, not because it was able to do so but because it disconnected a highly fault-tolerant networked intelligence nearly everywhere simultaneously. That points again to its ability to control fundamental principles of the universe. The Marasenna describes the vacuum of space becoming opaque to radio during the Darkness’ first attack, and doing something similar to rupture communication between all his warsats at once would be the clearest way to take Rasputin down. 

But it’s also a testament to Rasputin’s strength that Darkness bothered to extinguish him in the first place - because coming from Darkness, that’s a sign of favor. The Darkness believes the best thing you can do to someone is try to wipe them out, forcing them to evolve and change and get sharper. It took the time to speak to Rasputin face-to-face during the Collapse and saw Rasputin learn from it. Now it’s curious if that interesting little AI has learned enough; and indeed Rasputin managed to survive. He learned from Darkness’ first attempt. He’s learned from this second attempt. I have no doubt he’ll come back stronger. I have no doubt the Darkness will whisper to him again that his true strength would be found on its side, not ours. And I have no doubt he’ll defend us anyway.

[tfc2211]

Play ▶ Mr Moo's Hippie Funk Stash Vol 1

Tracks 01 - Frank Zappa - Hot Poop (intro) (from 'We're Only In It For The Money', 1968) 02 - Señor Soul - The Mouse (from 'It's Your Thing' 1969 / Double Shot & Whiz - available on 'What It Is Y'all' / BGP) 03 - Rasputin's Stash - Hit It & Pass It (from 'The Devil Made Me Do It' 1974 / Gemigo - reissued in 2000 / Sequel) 04 - The Vibrations - The Man (from 'The Vibrations' Lp, 1972 / Mandala) 05 - Calypso Kings & The Soul Investigators - Compin' & Smokin' (from 'Compin' & Smokin'/Damper Down Popcorn' 7inch, 1999 / Soul Fire) 06 - The Coasters - Soul Pad (from 'Soul Pad' 7inch, 1967 / Date) 07 - The Masters - Party Time (from 'Funk spectrum - Compiled by Josh Davis and Keb Darge' 1999 / BBE) 08 - Organization - Smokey Feeling (from 'Creative Sounds of the Organization' 1974 / Wirl - available on 'Trippin' 1996 / Luv'N'Haight 09 - Sixto Rodriguez - Sugarman (from 'David Holmes presents Come & Get It U Got it', 2002 / 13 Amp) 10 - Willard Burton & The Pacifiers - Warm The Pot ('Til It's Good & Hot) (from 'Warm The Pot ('Til It's Good & Hot)' 7-inch, 1976 / Money - available on 'Superfunk 2' 2001 / BGP) 11 - The Politicians - Everything Good Is Bad (from 'The Politicians featuring McKinley Jackson' 1972 / Hot Wax)

Info : Selected and mixed by Mister Moo (T.I.M.E.C.) Artwork by Djouls, Stashboxes photos by Mister Moo

Also here:  Mr_Moo-Hippie_Funk_Stash_Vol1.mp3

[illyanarasputin-xxx-magik]

Illyana Rasputin - childhood and family HCs

- If Piotr was doing something, Illyana wanted to do it too, or at least help out. Working in the field? She followed her brother around, trying to mimic his actions until he gave her something easier to do. Fixing something around the house? She wanted to hold the tools.  - One of her favorite pastimes was drawing with Piotr. She doesn’t share her brother’s artistic talent, but that never stopped him from complimenting every single one of her drawings. (- After coming back from Limbo, she tried drawing with Piotr only once, and gave up halfway through. She hated how her hands felt more comfortable holding a sword than a pencil. She loved to sit down and watch Piotr draw, though. It took her back to better days.) - She treasured the drawings he sent her after leaving to join the X-men. Illyana could stare at them for hours, imagining his adventures. She still has them stashed somewhere in her old room. - Piotr was always her hero, but after his mutation manifested and after he saved her from that tractor, he quite literarily became her hero in shining armor. As a child, she thought nothing could pierce it. That childish belief died in Limbo, where she saw “his” body torn up despite his metal skin. She still flinches, sometimes, when something particularly big hits him. - Piotr was always her hero, yes, but so was Mikhail. She never actually met him, but Piotr filled her head with numerous stories about him. And then he died, and she mourned him, despite only having an idealized version of him in her mind. And then she died. They both came back, changed - but never at the same time. She’s heard all the terrible things he’s done and doesn’t know how to connect the two versions of him that exist in her mind. Feel free to add more!

[iambecomeyourvillain]

Pls lmaooo these just reminds me of different ppl

i- 🤡

1} ship in a bottle by steffen argus (I LOVE- MY BELOVED AND ALSO NIKOLAI VIBES I-)

2} silhouettes by of monsters and men (my beloved )

3} King and lionheart by of monsters and men (pls how I cry always when I listen to dis and zoYalai-)

4} paradise by Coldplay (I'm cri bye )

5} SOS by avicii (kanej I see 👀)

6} scrawny by wallows (THIS)

7} soldier, poet, King by the oh hellos (once I start listening to dis, I can't stop for some reason lmaoo)

8} my love will never die by Claire Wyndham ( THIS RIGHT AND HELNIKKKKK)

9} lullaby of woe by ashley serena (this this this this this)

10} my jolly sailor bold (my ultimate song to sing in the shower like 1000000/10)

11} once upon a December by smth callaway, I don't remember lmao (THIS SONG IS MY CHILDHOOD, I HAVE IT MEMORISED ALSO LILE THE MOVIE OF IT, ANASTASIA 1991 YES YES )

12} red by beth crowley (zoYa nazyalensKY I feEl)

13} battle cry by beth crowley ( this just reminds me of myself if that's possible 🥲🥲🥲)

14} next to me by imagine dragons (😭)

15} rasputin by boney M. (I'm sorry but the background music is too funny I can't-)

16} trenches by beth crowley (yeS)

17} I'm not nothing by beth crowley

18} nobody else but you by beth crowley

19} both, healing incantation and hurt incantation from tangled

20} lavender's blue, dilly dilly by I forgot 💀 (I lOVe)

21} waiting for love by avicii (pls the original video is not good for your health-)

22} how be a heartbreaker by marina and the diamonds (yeS)

23} counting stars by OneRepublic

24} wellerman by nathan evans

25} sweet dreams by eurythmics (pls this should be the new Rick roll it has vibes 💀💀💀)

26} oh no! By marina and the diamonds

27} kingdom fall by Claire Wyndham (YESSS)

28} dear August by PJ Harding and noah cyrus (mY mY )

29} glory and gore by lorde (MY LOVE MY FAVVVVVV)

30} Cleopatra by the lumineers (I just-)

And yeah ig that's it lmaoooo

screen shots all of them for my safe music stash

I'm gonna listen to them all just you wait

[master-sass-blast]

Cabin Fever.

Hi hello time for more fluff.

Summary: A snow day shuts down New York's school system --though, thanks to the remote schooling options offered by Xavier's, you and Piotr are still obligated to your scholarly professions. Fortunately, you manage to keep from getting bored --if only just.

Pairing(s): Piotr Rasputin x Reader.

Rating: G.

Warnings: None.

Set after “It’s Truly Magical.”

Also, let me know if y’all want to see how the ‘sex by the fire place’ goes down, and I might do it.

Taglist: @marvel-is-perfection, @girl-obsessed-with-things, @super-darkcloudstudent, @chromecutie, @dandyqueen, @leo-writer

“Wow. This is downright ridiculous.”

The outside world is coated in a thick blanket of snow. Tree branches bend under the weight of the cold mass, sagging towards the ground until it looks like they should break. Your front porch is gone, consumed by the rapidly encroaching freezing mass.

Even your husband, a purebred Russian farm boy, doesn’t want to go out in this weather –and that’s saying something.

Piotr finishes building a fire in your home’s fireplace, keeping the doors open just a hair so that enough oxygen can get in to keep the flames blazing. “Forecast predicts another ten inches before end of day.”

“Jeepers fucking creepers. Goes to show that climate change’s a double-edged sword, huh?” You take a sip of your hot chocolate, then smile over at your husband. “Well, at least we can have a fun snow day with each other. Drink hot chocolate, make cookies, have sex by the fire—”

Your husband chuckles, but shakes his head. “It will have to wait, myshka.”

“What? Why?”

“Remote schooling today. I must present lectures, be available to help for assignments, grade papers. Usual fare.”

“How the hell is this not ‘snow day’ conditions?” you ask, gesturing wildly at the layer of white fluff covering the outside world.

“After pandemic, we decided to fortify remote education options. Now, we can school in all situations –and students do not have to worry about delays eating into summer.”

You roll your eyes, let out a disgusted huff, then glare out at the drifts of snow. “Fucking Coronavirus. I should’ve known.”

 ***

 The two of you go about life as normal –well, as close to “normal” as it gets when a polar vortex is blasting your home in the face. Piotr gives his lectures to his students, answers questions via online chats and emails, and the two of you grade assignments together on the couch.

It’s nice. You can cozy up to your husband in front of the fire, warm your feet against his thigh, and get all the hugs and kisses and hand squeezes a gal could want.

This isn’t so bad, you reflect, smiling softly as Piotr puts an arm around your shoulders.

***

 By one in the afternoon, you’re losing your mind.

You’ve already reviewed all the assignments on your case load for grading. And double-checked them. And triple-checked them.

You’ve also helped field questions for Piotr, done two loads of dishes, made lunch for both of you (with real vegetables, thank you very much), done all the ironing you’d been putting off, and cleaned your bedroom’s bathroom.

You sigh, drumming your fingers against the kitchen counter as you watch Piotr give his third lecture for the day. Come on, hurry up! How much longer can this take?

(Suddenly, you understand why the students at Xavier’s complain about your husband being ‘long-winded.’)

You drop your head against the countertop –then lift it back up when an idea strikes you. Oh, fuck yeah.

You do your best to walk upstairs as calmly as you possibly can. The last thing you want to do is tip Piotr off to your mischievous misdoings. Once out of sight, you scamper into the master bedroom and make a beeline for yours and Piotr’s shared closet.

Namely, for your dresser in said closet. The bottom-most drawer, to be precise.

You keep a stash of random items in your bottom dresser drawer –a couple bags of candy that you’d told Piotr you were buying for trick or treaters but were really for you, a package of glow sticks leftover from Wade’s most recent birthday party, some fun bathbombs and scented lotions for when you feel like pampering yourself, a few fancy notebooks…

You grin when you find the objects of your desires –a few multi-shot Nerf guns and a stash of foam darts. Bingo.

They’d been a wedding gift from Wade; he’d figured that the two of you would enjoy pranking and play-fighting with each other –or, at least, that it’d be a good way to keep your aim sharp.

You load up both guns, stash the rest of the darts in your pockets –then frown when you realize that you don’t have a good way to sneak the guns past your husband. Distracted though he may be, at the moment, he’s not entirely unobservant.

And then you spy the full dirty laundry hamper, and things start coming together.

 ***

 It takes practically nothing to get past Piotr. With the guns tucked under a couple shirts, he doesn’t even have a reason to suspect you.

And he doesn’t. He gives you a friendly smile and blows you a kiss when you walk down with the laundry basket, then goes back to giving his lecture on the various art movements in the twentieth century.

You pretend to go down to the basement, but stop in the hallway that leads you to the basement door and Piotr’s office. You pull out the guns, then creep back towards the stairs –where you set one of the guns for Piotr to find—then crouch and wait.

And wait.

And wait some more.

And wait even longer.

Good grief, honey. Wrap it up! You shift, wincing uncomfortably as you try to keep your right foot from falling asleep—

“That covers today’s instruction. Be sure to read pages fifteen through forty five…”

Finally. You wait for Piotr to finish talking, then wait a couple beats longer to make sure he’s got his camera and microphone off –and then you jump him. “Boo! Hands in the air!”

Piotr jumps, then holds his hands up to shield himself from the darts. He laughs as he tries to disentangle himself from his laptop and charger cord. “Hey! Hey!”

“Ultimate death match!” you crow, dashing around the couch before he can lunge for you. “Every person for themselves!”

He guffaws, trying –and failing—to avoid your shots. He notices the gun on the staircase and makes a grab for it –then stops when he sees you reloading your gun. “Where are my darts?”

“In your gun.”

Piotr gapes at you. “This only carries six!”

“That’s kind of the point.” You grin, then start firing at him again. “Lock and load, honey!”

He makes a valiant effort, but considering you have all the darts –and don’t let up on him long enough to collect extras—he’s doomed from the start. That, combined with being such a big target to begin with, makes it all too easy for you to trounce him.

Eventually, you corner him against the kitchen island. “Surrender! Or face the consequences!”

Piotr grins at you, then cocks his chin up defiantly. “Never.”

“Have it your way.” You unload your gun, shooting him square in the chest, then burst into giggles when Piotr collapses to the ground and lets out groans of “pain.”

“Wounded… betrayed… by woman I love most…” he says, placing the back of his hand against his forehead like a true damsel. “There is nothing to console me… in death…”

You giggle again, then drop down so you’re straddling him. “Gotcha.” You kiss his nose, then sit back on his hips, grinning like the cat that got the canary. “Weren’t expecting that, were ya?”

“Definitely not,” Piotr says, grinning wryly. “Very nicely done, myshka.”

You mock-bow, then laugh when he applauds for you. “Well, now that I’ve gotten you away from your laptop, how does sex in front of the fireplace sound?”

He scoops you into his arms, then carries you around the couch before laying you out on the rug in front of the fireplace. “With you? Delightful.”

[the-dreamer-traveller]

Rift: Episode 3

A young man falls from sky, while his consciousness is lost. Dirty blonde hair, mismatched clothing and slightly tanned skin, the young man, Tidus, falls down into a different dimension.

In his mind is the Farplanes.

But in reality, it is far more complicated.

After some time, Tidus landed on his back on a dry ground, where he wakes up and slowly rises up to look in his surroundings. It seems to be that of a dry plain, where there are some tall, dry grass and sparse tall trees. The sky seems to be either at night or twilight, though it is hard to discern with as it has streams of neon colors in the sky, with only very few stars shining in the sky. I can hear something that Tidus cannot hear; the sound of piano keys being played, if only per key while eerie ambient notes can be heard, along with a very faint choir.

So, this is what the Farplanes look like. Tidus thought.

He turns his face to a strange sight; a tall, black jagged rock-like crystal standing on a small heap of dirt. It has a faint gleam, like a shiny coating. The sight of the crystal seems to ring a bell to Tidus but cannot figure it out. I am stunned to see this particular crystal, as I can recognize its shape and form. The crystal belongs to the world of Ivalice, a world where Final Fantasy XIItakes place, and is found primarily within the Giza Plains. How a Dark Crystal can be found in this surreal landscape is beyond of my understanding, but it gives me an idea of where Tidus is currently is; in the Nightmare Realm.

There are some additional details that are missing or ignored by Tidus as he slowly walks to a certain direction. This place is highly surreal, almost as if it shifts and molds from one place to another, while keeping its layouts, the dry plain features and the Dark Crystal intact. In a horizon, it features an empty tract of land that seems to go on for nowhere, only for it to be slowly morphed into a low-range mountainous area. Then after a few seconds, it morphs into a city line, while there are some roads that morph in random patches of the ground, including of where Tidus is stepping on. Other features that are found in this plains is that the sky above soon went to early morning to morning, then to dusk and then to evening, and it all happens in a span of two to five seconds in range, almost in an instantaneous effect.

Oddly enough, Tidus does not comment on the phenomenon that happens around him, but it is likely due to the Spiran teachings about the Farplane, which acts as a pseudo-weirdness censor.

Tidus continues to trek through the dry plains, in which it slowly morphs into what seems to be a small town, as daytime approaches. Tidus is standing on a wide highway, where there are buildings by the side of it. The architecture is mainly blue and white with a minimalistic, and retrofuturistic approach, resulting with some of the buildings having flatter roofs with rounded edges and large and tall shopping windows in black. There appears to be some sort of a coffee shop, a gas station, some apartments and residential buildings and a large factory, which will be the destination of where Tidus is trying to go.

The entire area is also covered by a thick mist. Tidus’ visual range is within several feet away from him, and he can see that the highway and the small town seems to be thrashed. Cars, trucks and vehicles are trashed around, sometimes with broken windows and open doors. Random debris and trash scatter around the streets, while all of the building’s electrical lighting is cut off, resulting with the interior being black. The electrical current posts are intact, along with much of the gas station. The buildings are not affected, but it seems that they are inaccessible, as Tidus outright refuses to visit in.

The only destination is to the large factory up ahead, the only place where it still has electrical supply inside.

o----------------------------------------------------------------------o

Tidus just silently enter the factory. Similar to the buildings outside, the interior design is mainly blue and white, mixed with designs of minimalism and retrofuturism. The floor and walls are clean and shiny, and the lights are bright enough for him to see. Again, there is no one in sight and Tidus has to continue on his little quest of finding any human, or living, contact.

This search continues up to a very large and spacious room, dubbed as the “Packaging Chamber”. It is full of conveyer belts, with card boxes stashed near to them as they are placed for easier and faster packaging. There is a steel door in one of the sides of the building, which is used for the factory’s trucks to park in and let the workers to stash the protected goods on the back of the truck. There is also a separate room nearby, which is likely its office. There is a catwalk above the ground floor and there is now splashes of yellow in some of its equipment, supporting beams and steel beams.

Once again, there is no one in this empty factory.

Tidus climbs up on the catwalk to continue on his search. Connecting to one of the catwalks is a doorway that leads back to the foggy outside world, where it has a dirty path with patches of grass in it, along with a faint breeze of cool air. This is likely to be around at a high-elevated landscape, and Tidus is ready to check the outside when he turns his back to look at the ground floor.

There were people that appear out of nowhere.

Just Dance coaches, both men and women, are on the ground floor. There are some that I recognized, such as Rasputin, DDU-DU DDU-DU (P3) and Baby Don’t Stop Now coaches. The sight of these bizarre characters would be a relief to both me and Tidus, but I notice something very wrong about them.

Their movements are robotic and stiff, concerning only to a single routine. The coaches would walk in a straight line, usually to another Just Dance coach who literally stands there, and passes them either nothing or a card box, along with appropriate hand gestures to convey that they are carrying a box. There is no other extra actions and motions, such as slower steps or having some difficulty in walking, they just walk in a straight back and limbs, and once they are finished carrying “items”, they would boy together before turning back and walking away in the same behavior as with their routine. Then after a few seconds of standing, they will “glitch out” (e.g. randomly flail their limbs in the air before returning back to their starting positions) or begin the cycle once again.

Tidus took this as a chance to investigate them and their behavior. Not only are the ignoring him completely, but are also freakishly taller than him, with his head reaching only on their shoulders. Because of their movements, Tidus has to dodge away from them because they feel “hard and stiff”, as if they are more of animatronics moving on their own. Its not even helping that them “glitching out” only cements that they are not either human or alive. This slowly creeps out Tidus and he backs away to the outside world, where he is going to be away from the strange robot-like humans.