#partay

[kenniegeex2]

[ver0nica985]

😜🎉 partayyyy

yeahhh get into it break it down yeaahhh

[meowwrrrrxd]

BOWL YAS

[transsextual]

grankin it up on the dash 2nite

[transmissionsfromthebattlefield]

On The Inside

“…are we not MEEEEEEEN?!”

“WE ARE DEEEVOOO!”

“DAMN right.”

On Wednesday night, the seaport district of New York City was overtaken by hordes of beautiful mutants. It would have been my third to last day of high school had I not taken two days off to throw down with some enlightened brethren to see DEVO, that de-evolution band who have been soldering on for forty-nine years now. The show they put on did nothing to dent the reputation they’ve built up for themselves.

We arrived in NYC a few hours before the show started and ushered our way down to the waterfront as quickly as we could to mingle with spuds. Energy domes of many colors and persuasions—classic red, blue, black, mirror ball—sat on many heads. (I wore mine on the way to New York, getting many compliments and side eyes in the process, but ended up leaving it in the hotel room due to its bulkiness.) I spoke to many friends I hadn’t seen in months and others that I had long anticipated meeting in person.

The show marked the first time I had ever taken an escalator to a concert. The herd was guided up a good three or four of them to the roof of the complex where the stage was located. The entire scene was very swanky, something DEVO deserve after years of toil and the steaming hot weather of the festival they played in California last weekend, which was a talking point among its attendees. The buildings of New York City towered in the distance. The noise they made probably echoed out over the water and over the city like the ring of a gun.

Thanks to my bodyguard duo of friends Chaim and Rachel, I was easily able to assume my usual DEVO position: right up against the guard rail. Much like my last fling in Chicago, I found myself directly in front of Jerry’s synth bass setup.

Rod Rooter’s sardonic address, familiar to us from Chicago, opened the show once more. And to quote the New York Dolls, something must’ve happened over Manhattan, because the sheer energy that DEVO brought was monstrous. Every member was absolutely in their fullest de-evolved element. I would have never expected to see Jerry smile so much during a DEVO show. He was clearly having the time of his life up there, especially during my favorite live offering of theirs, “Secret Agent Man,” when he let his tongue wag around like he was in autopilot ecstasy.

The guitars were sharp as usual—Bob 1’s sonic attacks at the audience came out very nicely, especially as he snapped his strings during his frazzled “Mr. DNA” solo. The stoic Josh 2 wielded a brand new custom axe that blended in well with his radiation suit while Josh 1 slammed the skins with alien precision from stage right.

And of course, Mark Mothersbaugh, certified birthday boy, gave a fittingly good show, even if the large speaker box in the way of my view reduced him to a disembodied head and sometimes obscured him entirely many a time throughout the night. The rest of the time, he came out far enough for my part of the audience to bask in his de-evolved glory.

And even when DEVO wasn’t singing, they had the crowd by the collar. Jerry gave a bitter, all-too relevant monologue to the “spuds, spudesses, and everyone in between on the spectrum” in the audience before “Jocko Homo,” lamenting the sad worldwide spread of de-evolution—when it comes to good ol’ DEVO, politic and stage presence are not mutually exclusive. Later, the certified birthday Booji Boy of the night came out at the encore to throw energy dome shaped cookies—wrapped in COVID-safe prophylactic baggies—at the crowd. He monologued about DEVO’s dead cool friends rising from their graves and crawling to the venue while Jerry looked on with the most glorious, bug-eyed face I’ve ever seen. And then it was over.

But not yet for me.

Shortly after arrival I learned that I alongside a few other young alien types were not only invited to meet the band in the dressing room but also to the after party (thanks, Michael!). The “dressing room” was a vast little room that everyone was crowded into one third of, by the door. It was in this space where I found myself face to face with Mark Mothersbaugh himself. Scared and intimidated by his form, I had to put my oft-neglected self defense skills to use before he could pounce first.

Not too rusty. After this photo he wanted to make sure it turned out well for the memories. That rascal.

I also got to remeet Bob Mothersbaugh, who remembered me from DEVOtional 2019, and talk to Josh Hager, who proved to be just as kind in person as he’s been to me via Fakebook. Jerry was in a rush—with “a lot of crap to deal with”—and I barely caught him.

After the room had cleared out, the after party was next in our targets. Set in a even smaller but equally swanky restaurant on the first floor, the room was packed with people, many of whom I didn’t recognize. I had never encountered such a busy, socialite, adult event, but I was able to mingle my way around successfully, talking to old friends and even a few new faces.

I bumped into Mark again, mentioning my plans to attend Jerry and his alma mater, Kent State University. He gave me a sticker of DEVO’s newest logo, a golden compass with energy dome accents that the band members wore on their chests during the show, as a sort of congrats cookie. I did the same when I caught back up with Jerry later in the night. By that time he had relaxed from whatever had been going on in the dressing room. He seemed very happy to hear about my plans!

As the night went on, much of the party became a delirious and beautiful blur to me, the result of a positive disorientation. More and more delicious looking food was placed on a sleek, long white table throughout the night, and numerous times servers with swanky snack foods asked me and whoever I was speaking to if we wanted to try. The cake for the birthday Booji Boy, adorned in energy domes that were apparently marshmallow, came out some time during the night as Jerry serenaded Mark very enthusiastically. I ate a slice, even though I wasn’t hungry. There was talking, talking, and more talking. And it was amazing.

And then I rode home the next day and attended my final day of high school the day after that, an undercover agent as my peers remained totally unaware of the events I had witnessed just hours earlier.

Best graduation party ever.

[millemilitia]

apparenly its my tumblr-versary so yahoot

[ujunxverse]

home alone for 2 weeks cos my dad and my step momma are going to thailand first zzzz

[morgberrystreet]

Pics from a 60 year old’s bday party I went to last night 😃 and my friends- most of them I’ve known for literally 20+ years💗 (yes I know I sound like An Old™ but its true)

[fatbikeamerica]

“Nobody cares if you don’t go to the party” #fatbikeamerica #random #graffiti #streetart #model #california #nobodycaresifyoudontgototheparty #partypooper #itsmyparty #partytime #partay (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClP1TPxLIUd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dirt-grub]

charlie is drunk

[bonchobrick]

tw: slight suicidal actions (but not really the batfam are wildly clueless to the actual context to danny's bullshit hes not suicidal--in this fic--he's dead get it RIGHT brucie)

Au where Batfam are entirely convinced that the new vigilante in Gotham, danny, has time travel powers because he can vanish away from their senses completely

This becomes a problem however when 

Bruce searches for him because wants to save Jason. Danny can save Jason not in the--im a time traveler and i can bring him or you back from or to the past--but in the, I’m a ghost king and have domain over the dead haha

Batfam become really concerned watching Phantom fight because “if he has time travel powers why doesn’t he avoid getting hit every time he can” and get worried phantom is purposefully letting himself get hurt

Danny in all honesty is just vibin the entire time while the batfam is going crazy at every sliver of info they get about danny because like

okay hes a time traveler thats established they got over that

This guy whos somehow been able to stop and rehabilitate rouges (ghosts) in his town is 15??

he may be the kindest most self destructive kid they've ever met like who immediately agrees to help people who were trying to capture and interogate him because he 'thinks we are better than the last billionaire who did this' what the FUCK

Oh yeah and they find out as a bonus in the end that his normal unpowered form he is a teen with black hair and blue eyes (bruce no no dont do it dont--)

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Bruce is losing his mind

Okay so at the start of this there’s an unknown vigilante (danny) that Batman tends to bump into. Except Batman isn’t sure what he is.

Every time they run into each other Batman can tell there should just be a person beside him but before he gets a glimpse and opens his eyes to empty fresh air.

A vigilante that can vanish before their very eyes?

What do the bats think about this?

They think this vigilante can control time and is doing that to sneak out of their gaze.

Now here’s where the funny part comes in

Bruce goes on a wild hunt to search for the vigilante with a plan. To make them turn back time so that he can save his son.

The problem with this?

Danny is not a time traveler most days–scratch that he's not one at all. He can save his son Jason though, in fact he wants to, it’s just he needs to figure out a way to do this whilst not blowing his cover that he is the goddamn ghost king.

So he pretends that he does have time powers and that he just… uh… needs a minute to figure them out… yeah that!

Cue Batfam getting progressively more worried about Danny because ‘if he could turn back time—why doesn’t he avoid those hits?’

They all kinda think Danny is like purposefully hurting himself so now Danny is forced to eat breakfast with them and sleep at their manor.  I mean he’s confused at why they always look so worried about something but he’ll make sure Batman’s son gets home soon! Plus the rich people temporary-living-situation without all the ‘I want to adopt you’ billionaire bullshit is pretty sweet!!

(somewhere in the ghost zone jason is tearing up laughing at the batfam as they struggle to not burst into flames trying to figure out danny-- like for christs sake they think the ghost king is an american doctor who and are trying to get him to spill where his tardis is)

[ghostoffuturespast]

The ingenuity of Night City's residents knows no bounds.

Not sure how I feel about grilled beer though.

[ralseinumberonebiggestsupporter]

SUSIE AND RALSEI FRIENDSHIP BLAST

[uniquevoidflowers]

Part two of Four's Birthday:

Warriors read the list and started scribbling down lists for the chain to use. Time was handed a list that said"

'Places to book'

-The building next door -The restaurant across from here -A few more nights at the inn

Time smiled and patted the captain on the back before going to the door and grasping the door knob. The door swung open on him and his foot caught the door as he stumbled to the floor. Twilight fell on him. Time heard the captain snort. "You okay?"

"Yes." Time answered and gently pushed the rancher off of him.

Twilight was a red mess as he recollected himself, clearly mortified of what just happened. "S-sorry."

Time stifled a laugh and ruffled his protege's hair. That only made Twilight blush harder. Warriors was cackling, so the ranch hand quickly shut the door and took some deep breaths. "What was the rush for pup?" Time asked.

"Well uh...Wild wanted us to get some ingredients for the smith's birthday cake." Twilight said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

"You got a list?" Time asked.

The rancher pulled out a thin piece of paper with words the old man couldn't read. "Perfect." Time nodded and started walking away.

He could help both the captain and the cook here. Twilight quickly followed. At first they went to a store that sold tabantha wheat and arrows. Twilight took a long time looking at the arrows. "The cub might want these." He murmured.

"We'll keep them in mind." Time said and then paid for the eggs.

Twilight huffed a little and the old man gave him a look. The rancher shrunk and Time sighed, then guided him out. He looked across and saw a store that looked eerie and saw items inside that looked enchanted. He saw a bit of light blue followed by purple, red, a deeper dark blue, and green. He raised his eyebrow. "I'll be right back. Head to that store." Time demanded and pointed to a store that presumably had the rest of the ingredients.

Twilight narrowed his eyes but obliged and left. The old man wandered over and peered inside the window of the shop. He found the colours and the sailor inside, faces sparkling with wonder and mischief. Time sighed and walked inside. "Welcome, welcome, you look like quite the warrior! You must be interested in these items I have! Hm? Yes? Great! Come take a look!" The shopkeeper said, waving his arms.

The sailor and the colours turned around and paled when they saw Time standing there. "Why, thank you." Time said and stepped towards the boys.

"It's uh, it's not what it looks like I swear." Wind tried.

"You boys went in here and didn't invite me?" Time pouted.

The boys took a moment to realize what the old man had just said and brightened. "We're really sorry, we thought you'd be too busy!" Red apologized, genuinely sorry.

"If you get me one good thing from here, and give it to me during the party without getting caught, I won't say a word." Time promised.

They exchanged looks silently.

"I know our ranch hand wouldn't like you here. Neither the captain." Time prodded.

"Okay, okay, fine." Blue grumbled.

"It's a deal." Vio said.

Time smirked and started to walk out the door. "Have fun boys!" He called and walked out.

He saw the rancher walk out of a store and wandered over to him. "What took you so long?" Twilight asked.

"Nothing really. Thought I saw something over there." Time shrugged.

"Well I got the stuff. You coming back with me?"

"No. The captain wanted me to get more stuff done out here."

"'K."

With that, Twilight walked off and Time started away at getting things booked.

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"That was a close one!" Wind whispered.

"Honestly wasn't expecting the old man to respond like that." Green whispered back.

"Quit your yapping, we have to get him something if we don't wanna get caught!" Blue said.

"Need help young ones?" The shopkeeper asked, eyes glinting with understanding.

Vio walked over. "Yes. Do you have any-"

"Ah, I know the perfect thing for you! Looking for an item to impress that old man into letting you be here?" The shopkeeper grinned.

"Uh...Yeah." Vio said a bit hesitantly.

"Good, good! I have just the thing for you!" The shopkeeper nearly yelled and then scurried off into a back room.

"Are we sure we can trust this guy?" Blue scowled.

"It's our only choice." Vio shrugged.

A few moments later and the shopkeeper arrived with a bottle that had a...golden bee in it. "Um, excuse me sir, why...?" Red trailed off, his face the pure image of confusion.

"Give me a chance, give me a chance! Ahem. This is a golden bee, when you release it," The shopkeeper made an odd little noise. "It'll help you out! You can catch it again with a bug net, and it'll help you again later! That old man looks like quite the warrior, and if so he'll definitely need this! Monsters don't stand a chance, hehehe." The shopkeeper chuckled.

"How much?" Vio asked.

"Vio!" Green hissed.

"1000 rupees, take it or leave it!" The shopkeeper announced cheerfully.

Everybody froze. "What?! That's a scam!!!" Blue growled.

"It's an item that is very powerful, and can be used again and again! Trust me, if you want to save your old man, this'll work!"

"500 rupees is all we have. You take it, or we won't be buying anything from here." Wind deadpanned.

The shopkeeper frowned and then murmured something under his breath.

"Well?"

"Fine." The shopkeeper relented and handed over the bottle.

The bee buzzed inside. Wind handed over the pouch in exchange. "Aw man, that's all of our rupees!" Red whined.

"It's worth it." Vio sighed and they glanced outside the window to see if any of their comrades were wandering outside.

Thankfully, none of them were so they all sneaked out.

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"Thanks Twi." Wild gratefully took the bundle of supplies and began making batter.

"Can I help, cub?" Twilight asked.

"Nope."

"Why?"

"You know what happened last time you tried to help."

Twilight grunted, disappointed. For the next twenty minutes Wild mixed ingredients and worked hard to get the right batter. Twilight sat back and offered to help every couple of minutes, the cook declining each time. "Aw, fuck, I forget something." Wild cursed.

"Language." Twilight reprimanded. "What do you need?"

"Icing, specifically purple, red, blue, and green icing." Wild listed.

"On it." Twilight rushed out the door.

"Hurry!" Wild called even though the rancher was most likely gone already.

Wild was going to make this cake if it was the last thing he did!

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"Where should we go next?" Green asked.

"Hm...I heard there's a cool game you can play over there." Wind suggested, pointing to a booth.

The links rushed over. "Hello kids, looking for some fun?" A man asked.

Wind nodded. Blue growled at being called a kid.

"Perfect! All you have to do to win a prize is shoot the arrows into each target! The only catch, is that you have to get each target all at once!" The man grinned.

"Wha..!" Blue started to protest but the man was already grabbing bows.

The man handed Red three arrows and then helped the red link set up, then Red's fingers released the three arrows and they flew. One of the arrows missed a target though. "Aww." Red pouted and handed the bow to Blue.

Blue gritted his teeth and muttered something about 'this being dumb' before shooting. The arrows all missed. Vio barked out a laugh. "Gimme!" Green demanded as Blue tossed the bow and stormed off.

"It's all in good fun." The man chuckled.

Green hit one of the targets, but the other arrows flew just past. Green huffed and handed the bow to Vio. Vio smirked and-

Got all of the targets...

"Damn it!" Blue scowled.

Vio gained a smug look on his face and handed the bow to the sailor. Wind sighed and fumbled a bit with the bow before aiming and firing. The arrows flew and hit two of the targets but not all three. "Damn how does Wild do this?" Wind wondered.

"Here's your prize, kid." The man handed a pouch full of rupees to Vio, cheerfully.

"M'not a kid." Vio mumbled.

The man ignored him and shooed everyone off, accepting more people to come and try his game.

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"Whatcha working on?" Warriors entered Sky and Legend's room.

In the inn, two or three of the chain slept in one room. "A gift. I think they'll like this woodcarving." Sky smiled.

"Shut up, I need focus here!" Legend hissed.

"What needs so much focus that I, the one and only captain, cannot talk?" Warriors grinned.

"Shut. Your. Mouth."

"Fine, fine!"

Sky continued to work at his project, woodcarving something. Legend had his back turned to everyone, and now the captain was quite curious. He carefully leaned over to see the vet knitting, his fingers wrapped around a thread. Warriors smiled at this. Legend looked up a little and his ears turned a little bit more pink, before he curled in on himself and continued knitting, acting like he didn't see the captain. Warriors gave a long sigh. "Well, I'll leave you two here to finish this." And he stepped out of the room.

Then he walked over and bumped into Twilight, which caused red icing to fall on the floor. "Uh, sorry about that." Warriors said sheepishly and began to help the rancher clean up.

"It's okay. Hopefully Wild can still work with this."

[cloverstellar]

ok it’s all fun and games but the 2012 ninja turtles theme had no right to go as crazy as it does

[ver0nica985]

who up partaying they partay rn!!!!!

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ME ME ME!!!!!