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wixelt · 4 years

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Snapshots (Hermitcraft: Scattered AU ficlet)

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(Short Hermit ficlet for the Scattered AU, while the AU is still relatively fresh. Wanted to play with untouched ideas, such as Biffa not having really featured (among others), as well as how Bdubs’ spawn would affect Etho, and the fact that xB was originally with Iskall rather than Cub, so I wondered how he ended up with Cub instead.

Also referenced a couple other people’s AU ficlets, for cohesion and funsies. Hopefully if you’ve been following Scattered, you’ll be able to spot them. :D)

Potential TW: Character death/respawn

In a distant region of the world, Biffa walked alone.

The beach on which he’d spawned was behind him, barely a memory in comparison to what lay ahead. The brief Drowned induced cycle of death and respawn still played in his mind, but he did his best to push the memory aside.

Something had gone wrong here. Barely a few weeks into this nightmare, and this much he already knew.

There was no regeneration. And no chat. Or rather, what remained of the chat was strange. Broken, even.

He tried not to think too much about the death announcements clogging up his visor like clockwork.

ImpulseSV was killed by Guardian using magic

Stressmonster101 drowned

Grian froze to death

GoodTimeWithScar fell out of the world

ImpulseSV was killed by Guardian using magic

Keralis tried to swim in lava

Xisuma starved to death

TinFoilChef was slain by Ender Dragon

ImpulseSV was killed by Guardian using magic

This… This was difficult to find a silver lining in.

He had to soldier on, though. This much he knew. The Hermits had always been stronger together, with or without him. This, though, needed to be a with situation, if possible.

He made a promise, that he would see them all again. That they would find a way out of this, together, no matter how long it took.

Please… Everyone. Just hold out as long as you can.

Idly, he glanced away from the open plains he was crossing, looking down to check his compass. After a second, the world coordinates flashed up in his vision.

-2038938, 65, 4759493

It was a long, long way to spawn, and Biffa had no way of knowing if he was even the furthest out.

He hoped he was the furthest out.

***

In a distant woodland mansion, in a back room graciously provided to him by his finally non-hostile hosts, Mumbo Jumbo – the only Hermit further out in the Overworld than Biffa – pondered over some blueprints of his own design, brow furrowed in annoyance. The pulse extender in his communication relay had blown again, and he still didn’t know why.

He was going to make this work. He had to.

Grian and Iskall would never let it go if he just gave up.

***

In a slightly smaller coordinate, amidst the churning sands of an unforgiving desert, two men stood. They shook hands as they prepared to part ways, each having a different goal in mind.

xB had spied the mesas dotting the edge of the desert in the direction of spawn. There’d been noises from them at night. Noises that sounded – at least to him – like the echoes of player activity. Iskall didn’t believe him, but he was convinced he’d find another Hermit there.

Only miles away, in a mesa swaddled valley, Cub worked through the night to build his Nether Portal, yet unaware it would connect to another’s.

Iskall, meanwhile, turned his gaze outward, in the exact opposite direction to spawn. Call it a hunch, or perhaps – with wishful thinking – distorted signals picked up by his malfunctioning implant, but he knew there were other Hermits out there.

He didn’t know it yet, but it would be around a year before he saw anyone else again – too far from his spawnpoint for Etho to locate him. If he knew that in the present, would he make a different decision – leaving Mumbo all alone – or would he make the same sacrifice to salvage his friend’s sanity?

***

Etho pitied whoever had been spawning in the darkness of the void. He’d been here for several hours and he was already utterly sick of the oppressive darkness and blistering wind – only broken up by the occasional End island shooting past as a vague outline in the distant fog.

To think, one of his friends was being forced to endure this on repeat. He dreaded to imagine what that was doing to their mental state.

He thought he heard them, now and then, screaming in the distance. It sounded like Bdubs to him, but it was too distant to tell. Maybe one day, if they survived this, he’d have the chance to ask.

This was the last thought to cross Etho’s mind as he succumbed to the emptiness. Hopefully, next time around, he’d be able to contact somebody and tell them where Impulse was…

***

Bdubs couldn’t even cry anymore.

His body felt flimsy, weakened by the choking clutch of the void, the seemingly gravityless descent, and the wind burning past him. His hands were blackened, frozen with frostbite.

Or voidbite.

Not that he really cared anymore.

He just wanted it to end.

It never did.

And even when it did, it didn’t. Not really.

***

Fingers shaking, Scar held the elytra tentatively in his hands as if it were made of brittle glass, a thin smile of relief crossing his otherwise cold features as he brushed his fingers over the taught feathers.

He’d done it. He was free and had a means of getting out of this place.

He swore he’d never return once he left. Not ever.

And yet… he knew the truth. He knew he’d be back here, in time.

To escape that damned, lone island, he had given in. He’d let the Vex into his soul once more, and he knew it would cost him dearly in the long run. The Vex mask hung on his belt like some cosmic weight, dragging him down… waiting for the time when he would inevitably don it again.

He only hoped he could find Cub and fix this before there wasn’t anything of Scar left to save.

…or perhaps, he considered with a glance to his paled hands, it was already too late for that.

That’s what the voices said, at least.

“…sssscccAAARRRRR!”

*crack*

Scar blinked in surprise, roused from the strings of the Vex as a person shaped blur dropped in front of him, impacting the end stone with a painful sound, face a mix of terror and surprise before it vanished in a flash of red and a plume of smoke.

The former mayor stared at the now empty ground for what felt like an eternity. He was numb, at first, but soon he felt a small glimmer of hope sprout in his soul.

It began to burn anew as his mind processed the face he’d seen.

“…Bdubs?”

***

TFC was not having a good time.

Decades gone was the young champion who could go toe to toe with the Ender Dragon any day of the week. He’d retired from a more active lifestyle for a reason, after all.

So being trapped in the End – stomped on every few minutes – was hardly ideal.

His life of experience – if nothing else – had made him a patient man, though.

He knew the other Hermits – some better than others, admittedly – and he knew that they’d all find their way out their own death-traps sooner or later, even if they needed a little help. They were resourceful like that.

All he had to do was wait. And have a little faith too, perhaps. That never hurt.

The Ender Dragon seemed pretty pissed that he kept coming back – his calm smirk only serving to anger it further – so at least he had that.

***

Screaming gale and lashing torrents of snow reared against the figure as he stepped off the porch and out into the relatively open air of the ravine. Even in this shaded spot, the weather was eternally fierce and angry. From his own experience of his spawnpoint – not far from here – Doc knew it was going to be worse up on the mountaintop.

But there was someone counting on him. He wouldn’t let them down.

“Now you be careful up there, alright?”

Doc turned at the voice, watching as Ren staggered to the doorway of the hastily constructed cabin, managing a smile. The dog man had recovered from his injuries in leaps and bounds since Doc had discovered both him and his hiding spot only a few days ago, but there was still a slight limp in his step, and the marks born from his struggles had yet to fully heal.

There was a reason Doc was making this trip alone.

“I will.” The cyborg nodded. “I won’t let them down.”

“I’ll get the fire ready for when you bring ‘em back.” Ren hummed, glancing up at the top of the ravine, frowning deeply. “They’re gonna need it.”

They’d both heard the screams echoing from above, both before and after they’d encountered one another. There’d been many confused moments of “Wait, that wasn’t you?”, before the obvious task at hand was made clear, and both thought to unmute the chat log, having muted it due to the endless alerts from Impulse’s depressing situation.

Now, more than ever, they knew they had to act.

Doc wasn’t going to leave Grian alone on that mountain for any longer than he had to.

***

He couldn’t feel his fingers anymore.

He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when that had happened – his mind was a blur of pain and numbed senses, now – but where once the feeling would return whenever he succumbed and respawned, there was now only nothing. It was as if his body had learnt not to waste the effort warming his extremities.

He didn’t have thoughts to spare on that sort of thing anymore, though.

Far behind him were thoughts about how he’d ended up in this situation.

Far behind him were the worries as he saw the names of his friends flood the chat alongside his own – one death after another – like some dark flood of horror.

Far behind him was the man who would’ve cracked a joke about his condition, then tried to find a way out.

Far behind him was the man who’d had any hope of getting off this mountain top.

Grian hardly felt anything anymore. Nothing but the despair and hopelessness of his situation.

No-one was coming for him, he knew. If he couldn’t get down, how would anyone hope to get up?

Limbs frozen. Wings a burden. All alone.

Grian let out a choked sob…

…before being consumed by the ice and snow yet again.

***

All things considered, Xisuma’s situation had improved considerably since things had begun, though that wasn’t saying much.

He was still stuck in the depths of the Overworld, for example, devoid of any sunlight.

But compared to being hunted through dark, shulker infested caverns by a Warden, a lush cave was a pleasant step up. He tried not to think about the jagged tunnels that lay behind him, hewn by his fists and stained with his blood and tears.

He was no longer alone.

Axolotls aside, Jevin was here.

Or rather, he was mostly here.

Their reunion had shown Xisuma – to his dismay – that one of his worst fears for the situation had come to pass. With his non-access to world commands, certain… traits were reasserting themselves.

The moment Jevin had laid eyes on Xisuma – emerging from the dark of his tunnel – he’d seemed so happy…

…and then Jevin had killed him.

The dying memory of Jevin’s horrified features as the revelation of what he’d done on instinct set in was burned into X’s memory. When he’d next returned, he’d assured a terrified Jevin that he didn’t blame him, but the slime man was slipping, and both of them knew it.

The fact that he occasionally split into smaller versions of himself was tame by comparison – relatively easy to recover from given enough time – but it was still taking a psychological toll. Every time Jevin pulled himself together again, he seemed more frantic, more desperate.

And more than that, there seemed to be less of him.

He’d only forgotten small things so far, but it was clear that his sapience was leaking out without command lines to reinforce it.

And, Xisuma feared, if this was happening to Jevin, what of the others? Doc, Cleo…

It galvanised Xisuma into pushing to get to the surface, but his fear never once abated.

As admin he was supposed to prevent things like this, and yet here he was. As helpless as anyone else…

***

Ex had seen nothing but bedrock as far as the red, oppressive fog would allow him for the past few weeks.

He… had no context for this.

The self-proclaimed “Evil” Xisuma had been trapped in many places – some more pleasant than others – but the roof of the Nether was a first. It didn’t seem as if it would be especially effective.

Which meant this was either his brother’s idea of a joke, or something was very, very wrong.

When the avalanche of death messages had come in, his suspicions had been confirmed as to the latter.

…but there wasn’t much to be done.

Aside from starve to death over and over again, at least.

Bedrock was unbreakable here, even for him. Even with the sudden and brief apparition of the one called Etho to give some much-needed context, he had little to work with here.

For the first time in a long time, Ex felt genuinely helpless.

***

On a faraway coastline, two young women sat nestled around a fire, resting for the night. They had already plotted out the route they would take tomorrow, mostly as they’d already walked it once before, so had little to discuss.

Not when both were physically and emotionally exhausted.

On one side of the flames, False lay back against the body of her resting horse, muscles aching from days of saddle-less travel back to the coastline. Her eyelids flickered; the warrior barely able to stay awake.

She forced herself to remain in the waking world, however. Opposite her, Stress sat calmly, less energetic than she normally was. Though she’d mostly recovered from shock, she still shivered now and then. Her smiles and laughter didn’t quite reach her eyes, and she kept making nervous glances out to the coral reefs set just off from the shore.

Their spawnpoint.

It hadn’t been so bad the first time. They’d been mostly focused on getting each other out, and then on the apparent calamity that had befallen the server. What were a couple of glitch induced deaths alongside all of that?

It had taken several weeks of exploration and watching Stress freeze to death falling into a bluff of powdered snow for the true horror of the constant death messages in chat to feel real.

Stress had been trapped in bindings of coral for days – drowning over and over again – before False had made it back to rescue her.

Even hours later, by the warmth of a fire, False was still shaken. They both were.

She feared that if she closed her eyes for too long, she’d open them to find her friend had disappeared.

They’d recover, she knew this. False considered herself strong, and despite the flower girl not having as refined a prowess in combat, Stress was even stronger. She’d endured days of that torture and hadn’t crumbled in her hope, after all. But that taste of what Impulse may have been experiencing – not to forget Cleo or Grian – had unsettled them both.

And if False felt like this, she couldn’t imagine what was going through Stress’ head.

The brunette caught her frowning across the campfire, and gave her another smile, a repeated insistence that she was fine. That she wasn’t going anywhere.

False wished she could believe it, in such uncertain times.

Time and time again, she had faced down monsters and players alike. She’d done it without fear, too, pushing on without hesitation.

But False Symmetry wasn’t so proud she’d deny the truth.

Right now, she was scared.

***

The torture hadn’t ended when the villagers called off their iron golem in killing her repeatedly. For Cleo, it had merely brought another problem into the light.

She was slipping.

She’d noticed it the moment the golem had stood down, and despite her battered and broken form, she’d managed to gaze at one of her attackers. The one who’d told their mechanical protector stop…

…and a burning, primal hunger momentarily took hold of her thoughts.

She locked herself away, after that, hiding out in a house (or was it a church? She’d been so panicked she hadn’t stopped to check), where the temptation wouldn’t sit there, right in front of her nose, taunting her with its… its brains…

…brains…

No!

Cleo whimpered in her darkened hiding place. Out of view of the sun, her eyes flickered with a red glare, seeming hollow and sunken.

She couldn’t go on like this.

X, please… Do something…

But nobody heard.

***

Hell. Literal hell.

Keralis had thought – hoped – that a Nether fortress would be where he’d find the others. With regen a thing of the past, they’d need to gather materials for potions… right?

At least, it had seemed logical at the time.

And yet here Keralis was. A free spirit who had raised entire cities from nothing with nothing but his own determination… hiding in a closed off corridor, behind a cobble wall, a screaming horde of blazes and wither skeletons bearing down on the other side. Already, his clothing was singed, and scratches and cuts riddled his form. He hadn’t gotten to where he was cleanly.

There hadn’t even been a portal to fuel his escape.

It was enough to make even the most fearless of players turn pale.

He couldn’t go back to nothing again. He just couldn’t. He might never find his way back here.

He might never find anyone.

…

If Falsie were here, she’d cut right through them. No problemo.

And if it were Shishwammy, he’d…

Well, Keralis supposed, if Shishwammy did have access to his powers, this wouldn’t be happening in the first place.

So here he was, alone and afraid, having spent days – or what he assumed were days – trapped behind this wall, the forces on the other side never tiring or relenting.

As he had been since this all started, Keralis remained utterly terrified.

***

(Was going to write more entries for all the other Hermits known to be trapped in this AU, which I think within the timeframe here would at least be Joe and Beef at spawn, Hypno either at or near spawn as well, Python in a Nether bastion, Wels and Hels also in the Nether, Tango and Zed in the jungle, Jessassin in a mesa somewhere, and Impulse – who I was going to close with – in his ocean temple of hell. My creativity’s run dry for the time being, though, so this will do just fine. I’ve got an infographic to work on, after all. :P

Hope you enjoyed! :D)

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colin-therightstuff · 4 years

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Watch Jake McDorman and Patrick J. Adams in the The Right Stuff Comic-Con at Home teaser

The exclusive clip shows the future astronauts as they take their first steps in becoming the historical Mercury Seven.

The Mercury Seven astronauts are ready to blast off into the cosmos in the Disney+ and National Geographic collaboration The Right Stuff, but first audiences must go on a journey with Alan Shepard (Jake McDorman), John Glenn (Patrick J. Adams), Gordon Cooper (Colin O'Donoghue), Scott Carpenter (James Lafferty), Gus Grissom (Michael Trotter), Wally Schirra (Aaron Staton), and Deke Slayton (Micah Scott) as the premiere United States space program begins to take shape.

In the Comic-Con at Home teaser, debuting exclusively on EW, a large group of military test pilots try out to become astronauts and partake in a stringent selection process in 1959. Fans are invited to watch the virtual event for The Right Stuff, premiering on Disney+ this fall, starting at 4 p.m. ET via this YouTube link.

"The series starts a little bit later than Tom Wolfe starts his book, in fact, a lot later because he starts with the test pilots before the Mercury astronauts come along," series creator and showrunner Mark Lafferty tells EW. "We start in 1959, right before the first seven astronauts were chosen and then we go right through to the end of the first manned space flight, which is Alan Shepard's flight in May of 1961. So it's a period of about a little less than two years. Sometimes our episodes will have a bit of a time jump in between the episodes but it's pretty seamless."

But don't expect the series to merely be a history lesson, there's also personal and professional drama. Visually, The Right Stuff recalls the fell and style of Catch Me If You Can and AMC's Mad Men. But the comparisons don't end there. Lafferty hints that McDorman's Shepard shares a number of qualities with Don Draper (portrayed by Jon Hamm).

"We wanted to show just how competitive these guys were, and how, right from the start, they're all sizing each other up," he explains. "It's no mistake, that the scene from the Comic-Con clip ends with our two most prominent pilots John Glenn and Alan Shepard kind of sizing one other up which sets the tone for the rivalry between these two men."

He adds, "Their lives outside of work are also a big part of the story. For Glenn, we have a guy who is dealing with so much unbridled ambition. He was probably the only one of the Mercury Seven, who had a truly happy marriage and didn't cheat on his wife. But he has some inner demons and he was a bit of an outsider in this group of cocky, hard-drinking, card playing, group of individuals. We get to see how that not only affects his career but also his home life with his wife Annie [portrayed by Nora Zehetner].

McDorman, who previously starred on the short-lived CBS drama Limitless, teases the rivalry between Shepard and Gleen, and shares insight into the personal aspects of his character that the series will explore.

"As you know, John Glenn was a very private person who was great at a press conference and incredible with giving the right soundbite. He was an ace pilot in the Korean war, a decorated pilot," McDorman explains. "He had also been on some game shows so he was well acquainted with the spotlight. Where Shephard was all about the work and all about the methodical nature of being an efficient test pilot. Glenn was a squeaky clean, Christian man and Shepard wasn't. It was very much this rivalry between competing ideologies and ethos. And both were incredibly both still incredibly cutthroat and ambitious."

He adds, "All the astronauts, except for John Glenn, are all fighter jocks who love a good whiskey and cigars — total Don Drapers of their time. Calling them adrenaline junkies would be putting it mildly. They were working in a field where only 1 out of 3 survived annually, or something like that. The Right Stuff really shows these people who are comfortable with fear and how they lived like it too. Alan Shepard definitely had his vices and he wasn't shy about it, which for me was very fun to play."

Lafferty explains that he has a lot of plans for the show's future should they be given the chance to develop another season. He's interested in possibly diving further into the stories of Sally Ride, the first American woman in space, as well as the Space Shuttle Challenger disaster.

"There are so many facets of this era and this idea of space flight that I really hope audiences can see," he says. "In the first season of The Right Stuff, the Mercury Seven were seven white guys. I'm a father and I have two young girls and I hope that as we mover further through the series and hopefully into further seasons, our plan has always been that in the long arc of NASA and the course of many decades that we can tell other stories.

"We'd love to talk about Jerrie Cobb, one of the Mercury 13 astronauts who up until recently not a lot of people knew about. There's also Ed Dwight, the first African-American test pilot who has an important story we'd love to tell. When the program first opened, it was only available to a few White American test pilots but over time things evolved and opened the door for Sally Ride and so many others who ultimately broke through. We hope The Right Stuff is the launch of a story but it isn't the full story."

There are also two tidbits from pop culture history that he'd love to appear in the future related to space history. Series executive producer Leonardo DiCaprio portrayed 1960's fraudster Fred Abagnale in Catch Me if You Can, who could easily catch a launch on television while zipping through airports while impersonating a pilot. And Barbara Eden, who played a 2,000-year-old genie, who meets and falls in love with her astronaut master on I Dream of Jeannie, is still very much alive.

"With Leo, that, unfortunately, didn't happen this season because he was working on this behind-the-scenes through his production company," Lafferty says. "I have to say, it would be a dream come true to pull something like that off in a future season. And as far as Barbara Eden is concerned, oh my God! That would be a dream come true too. Maybe in season 2 if she watches and is a fan of our show, we could maybe twist her arm. I grew up watching her on summer afternoons and there's a warm spot in my heart for Barbara Eden."

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thedoozydiary · 5 years

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Word On Waff

The city of Lagos is home to over 20 million people. The streets are always busy, and rainy days can be quite warm. Dubbed ‘The centre of excellence’, there’s an aspirational spirit to Lagos very few cities possess. WAFFLESNCREAM (abbreviated to WAFF) is a skate brand with strong intentions – to challenge preconceived notions of urban youth in Lagos city. The whole idea is the synthesis of different interests: skateboarding, BMX, fashion, art and music. It entails a group of people that have a passion for creativity in its different forms. The brand seeks to shed light on Lagos, the forgotten heroes, and forgotten heroes to be. WAFF celebrates authenticity and particularly embraces innovation; it embodies the purist approach to individual culture.

To get a good idea of what WAFF really is, you can’t speak to just one person: at its core it is a circle of friends that have become extended family – Nif, J, Elijah Zgambo, Kofo, Slawn, Onyedi, Leonard, Nuda, Jide, Fadekemi, AJ, Jordan Thomas, Dae, Millabad, Donnika, Thai Hibbert, Be, Saidi, Bai aka Fuzxy, Anthony Wildman aka Wildest, Omi, KC, and Eva, and that’s naming a handful. WAFF has become network of like minds scattered across three continents and counting. Here’s an image of ‘The Family’ from a past pop-up.

Humble Beginnings, History & Formation

Speaking to AJ, a skater who did videography on the first WAFF skate tour from Leeds to London we get first hand perspective of the brand’s humble beginnings, “WAFFLESNCREAM started in Leeds as a concept, no clothes, no ‘brand name’, just skating,” he explained via Facebook messenger. “Leeds was the first experiment, simply a vibe; there was no reference to home. But Leeds had its own unique style of skating and associated lifestyle we embodied. There was a mutual want to bring something different to skateboarding, and the Bello brothers [J and Nif, who started the brand] had strong ideas of how they would like to represent skateboarding. That brought them to their ‘we’re gonna get this’ moment. The filming and photography was approached with a focus on representing this pocket of life.” This process of organic growth happened again in Lusaka, Zambia when J teamed up with Elijah to help kick start a skate scene that is now in the thousands, before its latest reenactment in Lagos.

At the time of the first skate tour, the Bello Brothers (J and Nif) were between Reading and Leeds. The original Leeds skate crew had been about their antics as young skateboarders for some time, but J had to move away to Reading for univeristy. The actual concept of WAFFLESNCREAM as a brand was created while in Reading, long after the crew was birthed. J would design apparel while Skype-ing Nif, who made sure the merchandise got to the Leeds crew. And just like that, the first wave of WAFF had begun.

Shortly after, WAFF collaborated with Redbull to go on their premier skate tour, this is when AJ was brought on board to help document the trip. He credits his loyalty to friends to WAFF eventually becoming his family, “The reason I went to London with them was no one else in Leeds really knew about them and didn't want to ‘dip their toe’ as it were, and trust them. So people saw it as just another early 2011 hype and an exploited idea. I stuck with them because the other riders [in the Leeds crew] were my close friends and eventually J became that also.”

The first skate tour was ten years ago, and since then seven collections have been released; the last release [titled ‘007’] being two years ago. It seems that for the past 2 years, WAFF has been in hibernation. After expanding the brand through regular apparel releases and pop-ups between London and Lagos, the family doubled down on their mission: to make skating a reality for the kids back “home”. When AJ is asked about the strides WAFF has taken, he tells the classic story of a diamond in the rough, “You know, people who used to snigger are now so surprised at their success and I just assumed it was only a matter of when. On the other hand, the last 10 years speak their own experience and validation. Besides this, the name can definitely turn someone's interest by merit of being so unique. It happens so often when I crack out the ‘Crack is Wack’ [an adopted slogan used in their first collection] windbreaker and everyone's like ‘yoooo’. Hahaha”.

More Than a Skate Brand

The last editorial from 007 was shot in 2015 on Elegushi beach in Lagos, this would serve as a preview of things to come. The core of the WAFF family are now based in Lagos and thus, the focus has shifted to a large extent. But there are still representatives across the UK, USA, Ghana and Zambia, who are still loyal to the house J built.

One of the key components of the brand of WAFFLESNCREAM is its ‘facelessness’. Founder and head honcho, J, is notoriously opposed to any sort of personal press or media angling to portray WAFF as one man’s passion project. And those that have met him know just how passionate he is about it: it has quite literally been his life for a decade now. This selflessness is refreshing in a country where everything seems to be about the individual rather than the collective: from the fashion world to the oft-criticised political realm. J’s personal detachment to the general public has allowed the brand to develop an identity that is independent of any individual figurehead, and it is reaping the benefits. Behind the scenes it's a web of commitments where all the team members bring their strengths to the table. Nuda - a London based creative - has modelled and done creative direction for past editorials, Onyedi solely recorded footage for the last edit (‘Jide’), Slawn does graphic work and illustration for their coveted t-shirts, and Leonard does Illustration and photography. Most recently, Nif (who daylights as a product designer) is drawing up sketches for Lagos’ first skate park: the crowning achievement for the Bello brother.

When WAFF initially relocated to Lagos on a more permanent basis, J and the family brainstormed on ways to integrate into the underground culture of the city. Whilst this was their home, they were still seen by some as foreigners, coming from the UK. The family soon started sporadic underground music gatherings named VIBES. Established in 2015, VIBES was a perfect platform for WAFF to make their mark in Lagos. Bringing people from different walks of life into one room. Be it avid skaters, streetwear aficionados, or simply Lagosians tired of the repetitive bottle service clubs and overpriced bars - VIBES was a safe haven. At the time, WAFF had no office, staff or skaters but VIBES was a way to connect what would eventually become family through the universal language of music. Since its inception, there have been numerous, and usually spontaneous VIBES nights with selectors from the family [Dae, Omi and Fuzxy] all gracing the decks. Special guests such as Seun Kuti and M.I. Abaga have also been in attendance, with the events varying from the back garden of friends to art galleries. The VIBES DJs recently released a mix titled Indigenous Mix Vol. 1 - wonderfully hectic collection of tracks, which currently acts as the soundtrack to the flagship store. Harking back to the early noughties, the mix is only available in CD format, exclusively at the store in Lagos.

When talking about the familial ethos to work and skating, Slawn states, “Family is what the group considers itself to be. Because we know not everyone will accept and understand what we’re doing”. It comes as no surprise to find out the crew celebrates birthdays and engagements alike. Negative sentiment associated with the ‘otherness’ of emerging cultures stays true to skateboarding in Africa. Elijah [who helped set up the first Lusaka crew] has recounted tales of being arrested and locked up in Zambia on numerous occasions, in a previous conversation with HUCK Magazine.

Community Ties

The locals in the area around the store have mixed opinions on skateboarding. The vast majority of them are interacting with the sport for the first time and they are still trying to understand what it is exactly that these kids are doing. They mostly see skateboarding as an unnecessary hazard, but will cheer on when a skater’s ‘impossible’ stunts are landed - pun intended. For now, spectators are watching with an a gaze of amazement, but not quite admiration yet.

It takes a lot to be a skater in Lagos. Most of the city is flat so you haven’t the luxury of cruising down hills. It’s a lot of kicking and pushing to get around (this is the only way to pick up momentum when skateboarding). In addition to this, the best areas to skateboard are usually fenced off and/or have security guards. Sometimes skateboarding is wearily condoned at best, but this is without any future guarantees from proprietors of spaces the skaters frequent. Negotiating their way around to find the perfect mix of smooth ground and ‘skatable' obstacles can be challenging, but definitely makes being able to skateboard even sweeter when they can. Everyone learns a trick from someone else, which means that the skate community is connected in a spiritual way too; it nurtures feelings of camaraderie and humility amongst the skaters. Leonard rants on the challenges of skating in Lagos, “You don’t have facilities, or even good roads. You don’t have people who have trained for years with skills you can catch up to, you just have to have a fuck you attitude towards these obstacles and keep grinding. Hopefully, someone picks up a trick from you, you learn from them, and the cycle continues.”

Leonard chimes in again with a frustrated but humorous tone, “Lagos is trying to be a megacity but the parks aren’t physically accessible, nobody's making their way under a high speed bridge for r&r [a reference to the public parks built by the state in hard to reach areas]". The WAFF crew is constantly on the lookout for interstitial spaces to skate. Sidewalks are few and far between outside the older parts of Lagos Island, which really comes down to city planning. When Nif and J break the news of a potential skate park, it’s met with as much excitement as relief.

Go Skate Day (an international skateboarding day) is being celebrated by the crew: on June 21st skate films will be screened all day at the skate shop and their second skate edit titled ‘Linda’ will be premiered. A half pipe being constructed for The 24th of June follows this; it's surely a good time for the skaters in Lagos.

The Future of WAFF

It has been an interesting past few years for WAFF, the brand now boasts West Africa’s premier skate shop in the shape of their flagship store in Victoria Island, Lagos which opened in January 2017. With intentions of making a global impact, it’s fitting to find that the shop’s address is 234 Muri Okunola Street (+234 being Nigeria’s international code). Senegal and Ghana are two other West African countries with a skateboarding scene but have no supplies. This makes the skate shop a regional game changer.

Despite their considerable strides, international distributors do not always believe that WAFF exists, sometimes going as far as asking for pictures of people buying apparel in-store to prove it’s legit. Kofo, the store manager recalls, “Every proposal feels like a 419 scam, with the ‘Nigerian Prince’ gag and all. The landlord still doesn’t understand what we do. People in public and even parents ask why we do ‘this thing’, they can’t make sense of it”. Outside of Nigeria, there is growing list of African countries with blossoming skate scenes, but only Zambia and South Africa boast skate shops. The possibilities for skateboarding on the African continent are still presenting themselves as the sport gains popularity in little pockets.

What the store means for Lagos is a cultural meeting point for skaters and creatives alike. After the soft launch there was a 5-week ‘Friends & Family’ exhibition featuring photography, illustrations, graffiti, paintings and music from different members of The Family. The space changes to suit its needs as it grows, while keeping the environment interesting and cosy. The original back office is now a production room. Recently the till was removed completely only to be replaced by a sofa. There’s a cat that roams around, but mainly just chills in the stock room.

In a country where the WAFF crew is more of an outsider pack, only the youth and future generations may enjoy the luxuries of a developed skateboarding scene aided by private and public support. The marginalised action sports enthusiasts - the skaters, bmx’ers, and more - may soon find themselves represented on an international stage. Skateboarding was just green-lit for the Tokyo 2020 Olympics and the intro to an epic underdog story has been penned. The question if Nigeria (or even Africa) will have its own Cool Runnings moment will surely be answered in due time. Other extreme sports in the region need a way to tell their own stories, but it’s the Wild West right now and there are no rules. WAFFLESNCREAM dually serves as a source of inspiration, and the benchmark to inspire other brands to come forth. London and New York are two cities that have seen skate brands revolutionise youth culture, and we can only hope Lagos is next. The infamously media-averse J finally speaks on the record when I ask him about his views on the future of skateboarding: “Africa is ready, let’s see what happens.”

Words: Baingor Joiner

Editor: Seni Saraki

Client: Native Magazine - ‘Birth Issue’

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Plastic bags feel integral to modern life. But theyre a relatively new addition we could live without.

Plastic bags are so ubiquitous they’re almost invisible. We rely on them to carry everything from routine grocery purchases to one-off drugstore runs to food delivery and more. Unless you live somewhere where plastic bags are banned — like Hawaii — or taxed — such as in Washington D.C., where both paper and plastic bags incur a 5-cent fee to help raise funds for environmental cleanup — it’s easy to think of a flimsy plastic bag, destined for the landfill or, worse, the oceans, as an extension of our hands, a place to stuff whatever we must buy at any given moment without any pre-planning or precaution for the environment.

Our reliance on one-time-use plastic bags, however, is relatively new. We’d landed on the moon, the Beatles had recorded their last album and broken up, and Studio 54 was in full swing before plastic grocery bags were introduced in America, circa 1979. From there, it took three years for major grocery stores to catch on to the usefulness (and cheapness) of the invention. They weren’t totally ubiquitous until 1985, following a 1984 New York Times piece suggesting plastic bags were the chic urban alternative to paper bags — the bulky, ugly practical objects that had been invented over 100 years prior.

Plastic bags, though a worldwide phenomenon, feel quintessentially American.They allow stores a cheap, easy solution to keep more profits (paper bags cost, on average, five times more than plastic ones) and offer space for free advertising. The concept of marketing on a free, disposable vessel to carry your purchases, however, dates back to the 1870s, when Massachusetts designer Margaret Knight revolutionized disposable packaging, creating a machine to produce flat bags that would unfold to have rectangular bottoms — as still seen in sandwich bags and grocery bags today. A decade later, the bag was improved upon, mass-marketed and yes, used as a way for shops to advertise their logo and name on the exterior.

The concept of a one-time use bag is consumerism at its best (or, perhaps, its worst). We can shop for whatever we want, wherever we want and whenever we want without worrying about the logistics of the purchase, perhaps even boasting about where we spend our money based on the elite store’s branding. Especially in our e-commerce world, what’s the point of buying Gucci loafers on Fifth Avenue or a Louis Vuitton purse on Rodeo Drive if you don’t have a glossy disposable shopping bag to flaunt post-purchase?

Whether paper or plastic, Americans do seemingly feel responsible for properly disposing of the free items known to cause environmental harm. Making plastic bags involves heating oil or natural gas at extreme temperatures, creating a non-biodegradable substance, pollution and using roughly six percent of the world’s oil to create this harmful plastics.

Americans use roughly 100 billion plastic bags each year (that’s 300 bags annually per American, i.e. less than one bag a day, but that adds up quickly). Each of these bags takes an estimated 500-1,000 years to decompose in a landfill — if they make it to a landfill.

Of the trillions of plastic bags used worldwide each year, it’s impossible to know how many are disposed of properly, though roughly 1 percent are recycled, and an uncountable number become litter. A 2011 coastal cleanup campaign in Massachusetts led to volunteers collecting nearly 6,000 pounds of plastic bags. Disposable plastic bags like those are responsible for the death of marine wildlife, such as birds and turtles, which mistake plastic particles for food, and larger mammals, including whales and dolphins, which accidentally ingest the toxic plastic.

The negative side of lightweight plastic bags is not new information. Eager to mitigate pollution and a potential environmental downfall, Ireland became the first nation to institute a plastic bag tax, back in 2002, charging 22 euro cents at the time (which was then about 33 American cents) for consumers who wanted a plastic bag. Plastic bag usage dropped 95 percent.

Worldwide, bag taxes and full-on bans are gaining steam with environmentalists: 127 countries currently have some type of limitation on plastic bag distribution. Single-use plastic bags are still complimentary in most American states, though, and when more municipalities and states push for legislation to regulate plastics, controversy generally ensues. But the price we pay for using them is much higher than the minor lifestyle tweaks we can make to quit the toxic objects for good.

Some argue that tote bags, typically made from non-biodegradable materials or materials, like cotton, that require significant amounts of processing, are just as bad for the environment if not reused a significant number of times. And though this may be true, a tote bag user is hopefully more accountable for their tote, not tossing the bag on a street corner or watching it fly out of a city trash bin without chasing the flimsy plastic down the seat. While a plastic bag maybe has a few extra uses in it (dog poop, lunch), a tote bag shelf life can be interminable — especially if my stash of tote bags in is any indication. If a strap breaks, you can sew it. Stain? Toss it in the laundry. Nothing lasts forever, but a properly-cared-for reusable bag has a pretty long lifespan.

The privileged ethos of disposable consumerism, whether it manifests in unthinkingly grabbing a plastic bag or replacing an iPhone annually (though electronics account for about 70 percent of landfill waste; for what it’s worth, every Best Buy in America accepts used electronics for recycling) or leasing a car to drive the newest model every odd year, needs to shift as we accept human culpability for climate change and our massive carbon footprint. Plastic bags are far from necessarily ubiquitous and, knowing what we do now — as opposed to in 1984, when they became so‚ should encourage us to evolve beyond relying on the damaging disposables.

We all share one environment — one that has a grimmer and grimmer projection of sustaining itself as humans continue to trash it. A plastic bag blown down the street of small town in America can easily end up in the Atlantic or Pacific oceans, or across the globe in a whale’s belly, beaching the gigantic mammal, disrupting the aquatic systems as they’ve existed for thousands of years, interrupting our food chain, source of water, and yes, an entire way of life. One bag isn’t going to automatically cause all this, but the trillions still used worldwide have dire consequences for all 7.7 billion of us.

I’m not a climate scientist nor am I an environmental expert — I’m a millennial who loves modern conveniences and sometimes still grabs a plastic straw out of habit when I’m not thinking about the impact. I read a lot and I care a lot, and if all signs are pointing toward humans destroying the earth, with minute-yet-routine-actions like using plastic bags, maybe it’s finally time we think just long enough to stop using them.

Melissa Kravitz Hoeffner is a writer based in Brooklyn. Her work appears in Glamour, Bon Appetit, Travel & Leisure, Conde Nast Traveler, Mic and many more publications.

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Join the club

Lambeth All Stars Ladies are looking for more women to join their team – and all ages and abilities are welcome

Words by Luke G Williams; Photo by Orlando Gili

“When I was a kid, there was no way girls could play football,” says Marie Williams, as we stand chatting by the side of an AstroTurf pitch in East Dulwich that is bubbling with energetic activity.

“The boys were encouraged to play football, but it never even occurred to us girls or entered our heads that we could play football too. Now? It’s completely different – there’s all these opportunities. It’s really heartening.”

Although she’s currently sidelined with a slipped disc, Marie – an animated woman who fell in love with the game watching George Best play in the early 1970s – is one of the regulars at Tuesday night training for Lambeth All Stars Ladies FC.

It’s an inclusive and friendly club where all ages and abilities of female footballer are welcome. And as I soon discover, the All Stars Ladies have a short history but also, it seems, a bright future.

“It began with a couple of girls and a team called Bend It Like Peckham who would have a friendly kickabout on Peckham Rye,” says team captain Michaela Fry. “Then about two years ago we started training on the AstroTurf pitches at Dulwich Hamlet.

“Roger Sewell from Lambeth All Stars FC adopted those of us who wanted to start playing a bit more competitively. Some of us still play on the weekend as Bend It Like Peckham, while Lambeth All Stars Ladies train on Tuesdays and play in the London Ladies Friendly League on Saturdays.

“Roger has developed a real team ethos and really wants the boys at the club to appreciate women’s football a bit more. I help him to coach the under-8s boys’ team and when I first met them they were like, ‘Girls can’t play football!’ But we’ve challenged and changed that perception.”

Training is open to all ages and abilities, with players ranging in age from 14 to 50-plus. It’s also completely optional for players to participate in matches or just stick to training. “We keep it relaxed and flexible,” Michaela says.

Coach Roger, who is Lambeth born and bred, outlines just how rapidly the All Stars Ladies have progressed. “When we first started, we went to a five-a-side tournament and conceded nearly 60 goals in six games,” he says.

“After a couple of months’ training we went to another tournament and won one game 1-0 and lost the others 1-0. That was a huge improvement and from there we’ve picked up and carried on.

“Last year we went to a tournament and came third out of about eight teams. Since then they’ve had the football bug. They’re under the Lambeth All Stars umbrella and they’re doing well.”

Lambeth All Stars are a well-established local amateur team who currently run four men’s teams – seniors, under-15s, under-14s and under-8s – but this is their first incursion into women’s football.

Roger, who has been involved with the club since 1996 in various capacities, from playing to coaching, couldn’t be more delighted with the rapid growth of women’s football over the past decade or so.

“It’s growing enormously,” he says, “especially with the England side getting so much exposure. In the past we’ve had a few girls play with the boys’ youth teams but when they reach a certain age they’ve had to stop and there was nowhere else for them to go. Hopefully that won’t happen now that we have a ladies’ team.”

Lambeth All Stars rely on goodwill and a number of selfless and dedicated volunteers to function. “All of the coaches are volunteers,” Roger explains, “but you go to many other clubs and the coaches are paid.

“As far as I’m concerned they’re not always there for the love of the game and for the players. It’s just a job. Our coaches could go elsewhere and get paid but it’s just not the same. We put ourselves out there for the love of football.”

It’s a philosophy that Roger’s assistant coach Ben Haywire shares, referring to himself as a “one-club man”. “I’ve played for the club since my early 20s,” he says. “I’ve always enjoyed the camaraderie here.

“It’s David Cameron’s ‘big society’ in action before he came up with the phrase. When I was a player there were coaches who were prepared to give up their time unpaid to help me, so this is a chance for me to give something back.”

One of the young players thriving under Roger and Ben’s coaching at present is striker Louise Selsby, who this season has already snaffled an impressive 15 goals in just five games.

“I first got involved after spotting a poster in the Old Nun’s Head pub, while I was having some drinks with friends,” she recalls. After heading down to training one evening she was impressed by the friendliness of the club.

“There’s a really nice atmosphere among the team,” she says. “I tried training with a couple of other clubs and it was very intense. This is more friendly and open to all ages and abilities.”

The positive atmosphere is an aspect of the club that everyone I speak to mentions. “Everyone’s so welcoming,” Marie emphasises. “It’s a very inclusive team. That’s what makes it special.

“I’m one of the older players, but we have teenagers too. We’re all at various levels and everyone is so different, but if someone falls, everyone’s there to help them up. There’s a great spirit. You can’t put a price on that. I’m here for the banter, the exercise and the fresh air.”

Roger concurs, arguing that “if the players aren’t enjoying it, it’s not worth it”.

To those ends, there is clearly a social as well as a sporting dimension to the team. “This is definitely the most social and fun group of women and girls that I’ve played with. Plus Roger and Ben of course – they’re great guys,” laughs Louise.

“It’s good craic,” Michaela adds. “About 16 of us are going to the Cup final at Wembley this year and seven of us are going to watch the women’s European Championships in Holland this summer. If there’s a Dulwich Hamlet game on we quite often go into the bar afterwards and have a pint, so there’s a massive social side to the club as well.”

It is interesting to note that several of the players share similar footballing histories, in that they’ve all returned to the game after drifting away during their teenage years.

“I played from the age of about seven but fell off around the age of 16,” says Louise. “A lot of girls seem to stop playing around that age. I picked it up again at university.”

Michaela has a theory as to why. “I think schools are awful for women’s sport in general to be honest,” she declares. “PE lessons are often a nightmare for girls and it puts a lot of them off.

“When I was at school it was also really hard for girls to play football – my mum had to drive me half an hour each way just to find a team to train with. It was easy to lose interest.

“These days it’s different – it’s really easy for women to find a team to play for. Increased media coverage has helped – BT shows some of the league games and the FA [Women’s] Cup being televised and played at Wembley makes a massive difference.”

The Lionesses’ performance in the 2015 Women’s World Cup also helped to raise the profile of the game. “England coming third and outperforming the men sparked a lot of interest,” Michaela says.

With opportunities for women to participate in football opening up all the time, the future for the game’s female participants is looking brighter than ever. Lambeth All Stars Ladies are determined to share in this success by continuing to expand and welcome new members of all backgrounds, ages and abilities.

“It’s always worth coming and trying it out,” Michaela says. “We operate on a pay-as-you-play basis – it’s about £5 for a training session – and you can also come to a couple of sessions for free to get into the swing of it.

“You don’t have to be good – we have players who have never kicked a ball before in their lives and that doesn’t matter. It’s a nice way of getting fit, de-stressing and getting out in the middle of the week.

“We’d like some more players for sure – sometimes we struggle a bit for numbers ahead of games. We want to grow the team and maybe, in the future, create teams of different abilities or move into a more regular league.

“Above all, we want to get more women playing football and see where we go from there.”

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War On Women Take Their Message To Warped Tour

War On Women. Photo: Bridge9 Records

In punk rock, the tide has been turning towards the positive over the last decade. Gone is the attitude of bro-ism that once plagued the crowds and fan bases of the pop punk world and has since been replaced with more legitimate punk music and a very aware crowd. Being misogynist, racist, sexist, and abusive is not allowed in punk anymore, and those who lead the charge are doing so with more vigor and awareness than most who came before them. Baltimore’s War On Women is definitely one of the bands that’s leading that movement. Aside from a fiery live show, their message of feminism within their co-ed lineup has become a calling card worth listening and paying attention to. This summer, they’re taking that message to a broader audience when they perform on the Vans Warped Tour. Free Press Houston was more than thrilled to speak with lead singer Shawna Potter about where the band has been, where they’re going, and what they have planned for their Warped Tour appearance here in late July.

Free Press Houston: The band has been around since 2011 and you’ve received all sorts of critical praise. Has anything changed since you started?

War On Women: Nothing about our message or priorities has changed. Maybe a few more people know about our band, and as we all know, critical praise does not equal fame and fortune, [laughs] but we’re still doing our thing: playing shows, writing songs, and putting an inclusive feminist ethos front and center. Hopefully we’re always growing and becoming better feminists and musicians.

FPH: You’re known for your stances on feminist messages, but you also cover political topics like mass shootings and overall rights. Did you ever think the message of the band would get as much press and as much traction as it has when you started?

War On Women: We weren’t thinking about it like that, honestly. The stuff we’re talking about is important to us and we felt it necessary to get this message out, for ourselves really, knowing — hoping? — that others might find something valuable in it as well. And to be clear, mass shootings and overall rights, as you say, are feminist issues. That’s the thing. Basically any issue will affect women and the LGBTQ communities in a unique way, and that is why it’s imperative that everyone have a say in government and media through representation. Mass shootings are often performed by white men experiencing a kind of toxic masculinity that is rooted in the idea that to be a man is to be as different from a woman as possible, while desiring them — or being confused about not desiring them — and hating them at the same time. If we were to allow men in our culture to experience a full spectrum of human emotion without shame, while emphasizing that women are autonomous human beings who don’t owe you anything, then frankly we’d all be better off.

FPH: After this last election, it feels like the country went backwards, and now we’re in a more unsafe and draconian era. Does the message of the band change at all under this administration, or is the goal to just get it out to more and more people?

War On Women: It’s been very difficult for me to think of a “plan” for this band in this new era. I am still waiting for a time when looking at 45’s face doesn’t physically sicken me or remind me of his admitted and alleged sexual assaults. I am certainly not giving up, and one reason we are playing Vans Warped Tour all summer is to get our message out to more people who might not hear it otherwise. While feminism has an actual definition despite pervasive misunderstandings, there are certainly different tactics in getting the message across. I’m happy to play heavier music in front of folks who didn’t show up to see us and maybe try to convert some of the uninitiated.

FPH: The last time you played Houston, you played at Walter’s, the city’s most progressive and feminist leaning venue. Did it shock you that the crowd reception was so positive down here in the South?

War On Women: Well, I came from somewhere, right?! I was born in Houston and I’ve spent a bit of my life there, and I know if riot grrl found me in junior high before the internet was in every home, then of course it’s possible for people to find progressive, female- and queer-friendly music now. I was super excited to meet all the young women in bands or who want to start bands, and to see everyone singing along, it was a beautiful thing!

FPH: Your last album came out well before all of the negativity that the last election has brought upon the country. For your next release, what do you have planned and will you focus it more towards this currently tone deaf administration and those who voted for them?

War On Women: Again, I can’t even look at 45 and I don’t wanna even talk about him. I don’t know if I’m looking more forward or still in a weird state of shock or denial or what. I’m still processing it personally. So that is certainly affecting me. It’s also not very easy for our band to create and respond to events in “real time,” it’s just not something we can handle logistically or financially, so that leaves us with either writing a record that is immediately dated upon it’s release, or trying to touch upon themes at least that are bigger in scope than specific current events. Or a healthy mix of both, but the shit hits the fan too fast and in too great a quantity to keep up these days, you know!? I’m trying to just let my creative process do it’s thing at the moment.

FPH: I caught your Houston and Sound On Sound dates last year, and I found your show to be a mix of sonic assault, fevered energy, and community based message. For those who’ve never seen the band before, what should they come to expect from you at your Vans Warped Tour appearance?

War On Women: That’s high praise, thank you. I mean, if everyone felt that way we’d all be in good shape, I think! You know I try to put myself in the shoes of everyone attending, and at the core I would really love people to truly understand that there is no one way to be a woman. And if women can be different, can be individuals, then that implies that we are human and deserve respect; we’re not just play things to be ogled at or abused. And if me and Sue feel free to be ourselves on stage, maybe those watching can feel free to be themselves as well. We’re not rail thin, we have cellulite, I have bacne and bad teeth and stuff, you know? We are middle class and white, so we have plenty of privilege in life, but as far as getting on a stage and asserting that we have a voice that deserves to be heard, and we’re not asking nicely, and we don’t look like models? I think that is something every girl, queer, and trans kid should see, so they know their voice deserves to be heard, too. Just as important, boys need see that every girl, queer, and trans kid’s voice deserves to be heard, so I guess it’s good that Warped is letting them in this year [laughs].

There’s nothing tame about a set from War On Women, and as a guy who’s seen them more than once, they definitely will make sure that their voices will get heard when they perform. You can see War On Women at this year’s Vans Warped Tour. The all ages event will be in Houston on July 30 at NRG Park. With gates at 11 am and tickets between $41.50 and $51.50, the tour has plenty of depth this year with sets from Candiria, Bowling For Soup, I Prevail, Riverboat Gamblers and many many more. Discounted tickets are available from these Journey’s locations while they last as well.

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War On Women Take Their Message To Warped Tour

War On Women. Photo: Bridge9 Records

Free Press Houston: The band has been around since 2011 and you’ve received all sorts of critical praise. Has anything changed since you started?

War On Women Take Their Message To Warped Tour this is a repost

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