#Red Asphalt

[bossmamacita]

aight imma see myself out for this one

[buggledy]

There is a motherfucking SpongeBob episode called "Yellow Pavement" and it's framed as a boating safety film with a lot of slapstick violence and I gotta say the one piece of media I never expected SpongeBob to reference is MOTHERFUCKING RED ASPHALT

[bandcampsnoop]

5/9/23.

Red Asphalt were a high school "straight edge" band in Southern California - San Clemente specifically. In my mind, they're notable because they're a piece of the musical journey of George Carpenter of The Clog. The Clog's 7" dominated my listening in 2019. Back then I mentioned how The Clog sounded like a cross between Ty Segall and Gorky's Zygotic Mynci.

Red Asphalt definitely has a similar feel. The cassette (mastered by Mikey Young) is a bit of auditory whiplash - going from sludgey screamo to lo-fi indie (think Pavement), to gentle picking. Really, this sounds like this could have been an early Flying Nun band (listen to "J2" - sounds like it could have been The Clean). Finally, I'll throw in The Urinals/100 Flowers as a Southern California reference point.

San Francisco based tape label Discontinuous Innovation just released this cassette in April 2023. The label has an impressive catalogue.

[differenthead]

Volume 270

0:00:00 — "In the Slot" by Adaptors (1979)

0:02:35 — "Red Asphalt" by Red Asphalt (1981)

0:04:25 — DJ

0:07:15 — "I Am a Janitor" by Surface Music (1980)

0:09:10 — "Blind Leading the Blind (Citizens) by ICU (1981)

0:11:23 — "Addiction" by Bay of Pigs (1980)

0:14:26 — "Bamboo Curtain" by The Varve (1982)

0:17:24 — DJ

0:21:51 — "Thinking All the Time" by Ibbilly Bibbilly (1983)

0:25:41 — "Think, Think, Think" by The Mutants (1979)

0:29:23 — "Power" by Batang Frisco (1986)

0:32:49 — "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" by SST (1978)

0:35:49 — DJ

0:39:39 — "Blue Grey Green" by Indoor Life (1983)

0:44:15 — "Noh Escape" by Indoor Life (198?)

0:48:24 — "Awake" by V.K. and Sci-Fi (1983)

0:53:13 — "Eerie Lights" by Factrix (1981)

0:56:42 — DJ

1:01:46 — "Possibly Imagined" by Zru Vogue (1984)

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[trashburgersblair]

We need to complete the podcast eye imagery rainbow

red: Hello from the Hallowoods/Hi Nay

orange: Station Acadia/The Amelia Project/The Children of Room 56

yellow: Malevolent

green: The Magnus Archives/Radio Other

blue: Unseen

purple: Welcome to Night Vale

bonus-

pink:

brown: Blake Skye, PI

white: On Asphalt Bones/Red Valley

black: The Finder's Keeper

Help me increase the rainbow, give your podcast eye imagery

[theworkshopmann]

The Asphalt Tyrant

Type: Cosmetic/misc

Class: Medic

Paintable: Yes

Accepted in game: No

This cosmetic set was made by Steam users Ducksink, Greg and Neodement. Posted on July 20th 2014, you can vote for this here!

[crimescrimson]

The Brutal Rampage of The Boss in Saints Row 2: The Wrath of a Wounded Heart [The Ronin] & The Finding Out [Ultor]

[gutsfics]

What kind of movies do you think Avalon acts in (genres, tropes, etc.)?

ooooh this is such a good question!!!!!

Avalon will take a role in anything so long as it sounds interesting or fun to make, no matter the genre, but he tends to gravitate more towards comedies and dramas, especially romcoms and dramadies. also maybe its the Dad in him, but he loves acting in children's media.

in more broader terms he just really likes being in films that are uplifting, whether its because theyre fun and lighthearted, or because theyre about the good shining through darkness. he likes being in movies that have hope in them, you know?

also cowboy stuff. ik thats vague but hes So cowboy.

his favorite types of characters to play are "has seen The Horrors but still tries to be positive no matter what" and "gruff tough man adopts child and becomes soft" and also drag queens

his least favorite/most hated genre is inspiration porn. he cannot stand being in it, and he can't stand even watching it. he usually turns down roles like those as he feels fetishized by it. the closest thing he's ever done to something like it was a story written and directed by someone who has a similar disability to his own, based off of their own personal experience. and by "closest" i mean it wasn't at all. also it was more of a surf movie than anything.

also while he loves being in comedies, he absolutely hates being in movies that make a point of making fun of his weight or ethnicity or disablity or sexuality. specifically the kinds of movies that are like "BEHOLD. A FAT MAN. LAUGH NOW." like come on give it some fucking substance. he can take a joke those just aren't jokes

RCD!Avalon kinda hates being in action movies, but that's because he's burnt out on them. specifically, he's burnt out from doing them basically nonstop while in contract with Montmartre. he liked them at first (his biggest issues with them not coming from the filming but his experiences w Montmartre himself) but they quickly got repetitive, and then after they got repetitive they got uninteresting and-more importatly- downright stressful to make, what with having to act in greenscreen rooms with the most barebones ass sets and only being given his lines (and only his lines, so he was missing half the context) maybe an hour and a half before fliming. he'd show up to set hungover a lot. but like he'd still be professional on set, but when he wasn't in a scene he'd be kinda quiet and tired and keep to himself :( very unlike him but tbh not many people he spent time around knew that bc they didn't know him before, or they didnt know him very well before

sorry i didn't mean to go on a rant about the stuff he doesn't like there lol

[jellogram]

Does everyone have to watch a literal real life gore film/snuff film before their high school lets them drive on campus or was my school just really fucked up

[muddlemore]

boys dont cry doesnt even feel like a movie for trans rights it feels like its supposed to be a cautionary tale teachers can play in class to literally scare kids straight like red asphalt did

[woodwood6000]

i have to go to sleep at a decent time(before 3am) because i need to drive tmrw☹️☹️☹️☹️

[asphaltmermaiddesigns]

Cherries Jubilee by Stacy Todd | Spoonflower

[amaranthinespirit]

cowboy!simon riley and city girl!reader when your car breaks down on the side of the road in the countryside

you weren't from around here, it was obvious in the way you dressed, and acted. hell, even the car you drove just screamed that you were from the city.

though if that didn't give it away, maybe it was the fact that your tiny little car was now parked—broken down���on the side of the road. a hand on your hip and the other wiping the sweat from your forehead as the blistering sun beat down on you.

you were convinced you were royally fucked—that you would be stuck to a night in your car. there wasn't any service, and there sure as hell wasn't anyone around.

at least that's what you thought until a massive, dirtied truck pulled off the road in front of your car. you swallowed a knot in the back of your throat that only travelled down to your stomach as you watched a tall, intimidating guy step out from the battered vehicle. his boots kicked against the road, scraping the tiny, loose rocks on the asphalt.

a cowboy hat hung low on his head, a fully black bandana tied around his face that covered his nose and lips, leaving only his dark, daunting eyes to sear into yours. his thumb hooked through the denim belt loop of his jeans, his other arm swaying by his side as he walked to the front of your car, which looked pathetically small next to his.

a quick look under the hood told him all he needed to know—with you and the car. he saw the way your eyes seemed to linger on his exposed arms after he had rolled up his sleeves. the dirt smudges along his skin, the dark ink of his tattoo and the veins that strained as he tinkered through the different parts of your car.

he claimed that he could fix it tomorrow—he didn't have the tools with him! he claimed, but really, they were lying in the bed of his truck, but he didn't want to let such a pretty little thing like you go so quickly. he wanted to have a bit of fun first!

so he offered you a nice stay at his little farmhouse, with the promise of warm food and a comfortable bed to sleep on, and who were you to resist? it was either that, or sleep in the backseat of your car—and you knew which one you would've preferred.

"fuck, such a pretty little thing, ain't ya?" he praises with a beer in one hand, the other veined hand wrapped up in your silky hair, helping your body in pulling back into his cock. the couch creaked and rocked under the consistent shifting weight as he pistoned his hips forward.

the rocking of his hips was restrained in order to not spill his beer—otherwise he would've loved to completely wreck you on his meaty cock.

"gon' hafta keep ya around, ain't tha' right?" he grunted before taking a swift sip from the bottle.

when the beer got to the end of the bottle and he set the glass down, you were in trouble. with a swift movement, he had pulled out enough so only the angry tip of his cock teased your hole, slick with your arousal before driving his bulbous dick back into your sensitive pussy.

his hips pounded against your ass, turning your flesh red as the sound of skin slapping together carried through the house. his balls slapping against your glistening pussy with every slamming thrust, the sensation making your eyes roll back. he was determined to make a mess of you—more so than he already did.

his fist clenched harder around your hair as the other went to your shoulder, a bruising grip against your flesh. he growled at the mindless moans spilling from your lips, only making him even more driven to fuck you brainless.

and don't worry, he will.

[ploridafanthers]

"Before the Devil Knows We're Dead" came on the radio and i was briefly forced to drive the speed limit until i could weave my way into a clear lane. pretty sure that's some sort of hate crime