#Benton falls

[kimzplace]

This is Benton Falls on Chilhowee mountain in Polk County, TN. I’m so grateful to live in such a beautiful state & be part of a community in which we appreciate & protect our natural resources. #leavenotrace

[drowninginyourtouch]

real midwest emo hours ya heardd

[amalgamatedalcove]

Benton Falls by Intricate Explorer Via Flickr: Tennessee

[ayearofvinyl]

Record #985: Benton Falls - Guilt Beats Hate (2003)

Very few releases had as profound an impact on my teenaged music tastes than Deep Elm Records’ Emo Is Awesome, Emo is Evil, Vol 1. And few tracks on that compilation had the impact of Benton Falls “Angel on Hiatus,” a shapeshifting track that traverses the full spectrum of emo’s moods and dynamics with a powerful climax. But like many of the bands discovered through that comp (see also: The…

[sammaggs]

4x02 Easy Money | Confidence

Last car we worked on was this, ah, GTO.

[gjdraws]

me to ray vecchio: please woo this man tenderly

[fauvester]

bridgerton s2 was SUCH a clayhoun slay. thots in tags

[just-here-for-the-whump]

Due South 4x6 Odds

Part 1

[thedoctorwhocompanion]

Candy Jar Books Unveils The Benton Files 3 (With a Story by the DWC's Editor)

.@Candy_Jar Books Unveils The Benton Files 3 (With a Story by the DWC's Editor), Inspired by #DoctorWho

Please excuse a little self-promotion, but Candy Jar Books has just announced The Benton Files 3, which includes a short story written by me — don’t let that stop you from buying it though, as it also includes a great short by Andrew Allen! The Benton Files is a series of books featuring reminiscences from the aged John Benton, telling tales of his exploits from yesteryear. In The Benton Files…

[fctedivided]

Untitled Questions for Multimuses. - Anonymous and @gravity-wall both sent:

Who is the most goodie-two-shoes out of all your muses?

I would say Leon, he's someone who tends to help anyone who is in need and as many he could, even he would risk his life. Not only he feels this is a duty from his guild he is in, but also it feels right to do so.

That devotion of his came from the fact he was once found and saved by Benton, the leader of the guild, when he was a young adolescence that just lost his parents and being seperated from his little sister. During that time, he thought he had lost everything. But Benton gave him a place to stay, allowing him to join the guild so he could have a second chance to live, and eventually with hopes he would move on from his trauma.

Who is the most troublesome out of all your muses?

To say Nyx is the most troublesome, is quite an understatement. This demoness makes sure to provoke, anger and torment her victims which she considers them as playmates, naturally getting joy from this. Although this childish behavior is merely a facade to hide her true sadism and cruelness.

Overall, there is barely no redeeming factor in her.

[torpublishinggroup]

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Mini Book Reviews, edition 6

[p1ckthep01son]

AND CLUTCHING THE FENCE SHE SAID HOW HAVE I HURT YOU WHAT HAVE I DONE AND DID I DESERVE TO OR SPITE WITH MY TONGUE WAS I TOO EAGER OR LOVED YOU TOO MUCH I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH

[freebirdsworldburritos]

The classism in the "music gear" scene is fucking atrocious. So many people will shit on other people for using affordable gear as a way to justify within themselves that dropping $3,000 on a guitar was a smart financial move.

About 3-4 years ago I joined a band and a month after I joined we went on some video podcast. Play a few songs, do an interview, something I've never done before but it seemed like it'd be fun.

I wasn't able to really get a word in during the interviews (stuttering/speech impediment/anxiety issues ran wild) but I was able to speak up whenever the host went around and asked us what our favorite instrument/gear brands were. Weird question, but alright buddy.

I've always been a fan of cheaper gear. You don't need all sorts of expensive shit to get the sound you want. So when he asked my answer was "Squier" and the dude just started laughing. Because who possibly would prefer one of the cheaper brands??? (Keep in mind this douche had a whole wall of the absolute worst looking collection of custom shop BC Rich guitars you've ever seen.)

Eventually he backed down once I started arguing with him about it, but his immediate elitist attitude really struck a cord in me because I see that shit all over the internet in music communities. "Oh you only like Squiers/Epiphones/Harley Bentons because you can't afford BIG BOY guitars like a $5,000 Gibson".

Fuck right off with that shit. Why would I pay thousands of dollars for a guitar when I can get something that works amazingly for me for just a few hundred dollars? The extra money I save by not dropping 4 figures on a guitar or amp goes towards paying my bills, feeding my kids, just trying to fucking live and exist.

At this point I've had to sell 99% of my music gear after over a decade of following the gear chase. I only have a "cheap" acoustic I bought several years ago for $350 and it's the best guitar I've ever had. I love my little busted neck Hummingbird to death.

I'm much happier now than I was when I had a huge assortment of pedals and guitars to choose from. The Gear Chase is designed to make you want to spend more and more money in an endless pursuit of finding that "perfect" piece of gear. Guitar companies, partnered youtubers, influencers, and all sorts of advertisement campaigns are purposefully trying to misguide you into thinking you NEED their product. It's marketing and capitalism at work and so many musicians fall for it every time. I fell for it for years before I got completely fed up with it.

Go out and gig with your Squier Bullet Strat and a cheap amp you found at a pawn shop, fuck anyone that gives you shit for it. Go ahead and record with whatever you have at your disposal. Put out an album that's comprised of Voice Memos you recorded on your phone with just an acoustic and your voice.

Music, like any art, is about way more than what you used to get there. It's how you express yourself that really matters. Don't listen to the elitists and marketers telling you the only way you can authentically reach your creative vision is by buying their snake oil.

[kinardsevan]

spare parts

(this is only part of a concept. who knows when i'll find time to actually write it.)

He falls asleep at some point. He’s not entirely sure when; he wasn’t really keeping track of time. But the sound of the front door opening rouses him, and when he sits up, Tommy is coming through the door. 

“Hi baby,” he greets. His voice is weary, but cheerful. He drops his duffel beside his shoes and leans down over the couch, pecks Evan on the lips. “How was your day off?” 

He doesn’t answer at first; lets the idea that he’s still waking up fill the moment instead as Tommy comes around the couch and sits down next to him. The sun is setting, but there’s still enough light left in the room that they can still see each other. 

Still, they’ve been together long enough now that they’ve memorized all the nuances about each other. Which means when Evan doesn’t start offering up an answer about anything, Tommy can tell something is up. 

“Evan, what’s wrong?” 

He inhales a deep breath. 

“I had a doctors appointment today,” he admits after a tick. He’s staring at his hands, wringing them tightly together. Tommy reaches out and slides his fingers between Evan’s, forcing him to stop. It makes him look up at his husband. 

“Tell me,” Tommy replies, his own tone gruff, but patient. Cut the bullshit and just tell me.

“M-my leg has been acting up,” Evan continues. “Thought maybe I pulled something, but it didn’t feel like it was getting better even after I took extra time off last week. So I called.” 

Tommy nods, watching him intently. 

“And?” 

He inhales another deep breath. 

“And it’s not good,” he replies, his voice trembling. When he manages to look up at Tommy, the tears in his own eyes are welled so high that half of his husband’s face is blurred, and his chin is quivering. Tommy just keeps watching him, waiting.

“Th-they did some x-rays, a-and then an MRI, and-and a CT,” he explains. 

“And they found,” Tommy prompts him. His tone is tight and gravelly. It’s like he knows what’s coming, but still needs Evan to say it. 

“Cancer,” Evan rasps when finally finds the strength to say the word. “Osteosarcoma, they think.” 

His tears fall then, and Tommy nods as he wraps his hand around Evan’s head, pulling him and pressing his lips to his husband’s temple. Evan cracks at that, unable to stop the silent sobs that fall out of him then. 

“Dr. Benton transferred me over to one of the orthopedic oncologists,” he continues, even as the tears keep coming. “Sh-she wants to do a biopsy in a few days.” 

“Okay,” Tommy replies, like it’s the easiest decision in the world. “Then we do that.” 

Evan lifts his head up, a pained expression in his eyes. “Tommy-..” 

Tommy shakes his head, his fingers still in his husband’s hair. 

“No. You are not somebody’s spare parts anymore, Evan,” Tommy tells him. “You do not need to operate on someone else’s schedule, especially if we’re facing a fight like this.” 

Evan doesn’t have the words to respond then. He’s not entirely sure how he feels about the whole process yet. It’s been almost three decades since Daniel passed away, but he still remembers enough of his childhood in hospitals to recall the pain of being the access point for anything his older brother needed while he was still alive.