#Stereo Skateboards

[joeygallagher]

Matt Rodriguez

Tincan Folklore - Stereo Skateboards (1996)

Music: Pao - Mr. Sunshine / Tommy Guerrero - Soul Miner

[destineecrystal]

a lil surprise showed up unexpectedly today 😭 i’ve been crying happy tears for the last hour. sooooo grateful.

[riiz20]

The beauty of an Ollie demonstrated by Ryan Hickey. Shot by Tobin Yelland and Lance Dawes

[captainpirateface]

[suguruspit]

Spider-Man ! Ino Takuma gets beat-up and comes to your apartment to get patched up :) gn!reader

C/w: brief description of patching up a wound and some blood, suggestiveness near the end.

A/N: two of my favourite things; Ino and Spider-Man. I have another steamy one that I'll post next, I just feel there's a distinct lack of Ino on here :P Joey, enjoy king.

Ino Takuma had very few things he enjoyed after swinging around the city at night, probably taking a beating and definitely getting closer to losing than he liked.

Getting a pizza from the parlour down the street, loaded with cheese and extra sauce until it’s sloppy.

Watching reruns of sex in the city and pretending his dramatic problems were as easy to solve as they are for the ladies he’s obsessed with.

And crawling through the wind-beaten window of the apartment three stories up, five windows to the right, with the fire escape underneath that creaks if you step in the middle; that window belongs to you.

Tonight was particularly difficult, skateboarding down the backstreets of Shibuya turned out to be a meet and greet for the weirdest folk, Mysterio keeping them under some kind of attack order until he could figure out the puzzle laid out in front of him. His suit was torn, midnight black fabric with teal stitching ripped tragically and Ino mourns the lack of warmth in his body as he wraps it with duct tape he’d found in his bag.

The plan was to go straight to get pizza before he headed back to his own place, probably to put hip hop on his vintage (read: beaten up, ten year old) stereo and worked on meal prepping for the bentos you’d take to work that he adoringly plans out for you each week.

Plans go awry, and instead of doing that he’s rapping on your window with gloved fingers, hoping and praying that you won’t notice the blood caked above his eyebrow that is weeping quite disgustingly into his eye.

There’s about a ten second wait as Ino holds his breath, wincing as it aggravates his (probably) broken ribs, before he lets a soft grin pull at his features as he hears the sound of you grumbling and shuffling out of bed to approach the window.

“Takuma?”

"Hey, good lookin'," Ino goes for flirty, easy-breezy, even. What comes out instead is a pain filled groan and he grimaces as he watches your eyes immediately flit up to the cut on his eyebrow.

"Shit, you're bleeding," You sigh, jamming the window open so that he can crawl through, letting him practically fall into your bedroom. "C'mon, bug boy. I'll patch you up."

"You know, if you keep being this nice to me I might get attached." Ino teases, following you into your en-suite as you pull the well used first aid kit from under the sink. "You'll have to keep your window open all the time."

"Oh, will I?" You hum, pushing his chest until he's sitting on your bed, black and teal standing out against your pale grey bedding. Fluffy, caramel brown hair mussed up in every direction as you push your hand through it, clearing the area that you need to clean. "Can't have that, I might get cold."

Ino hisses as you place the antiseptic wipe on his skin, you shush out an apology as you get to work cleaning. This is a regular occurance between the two of you, you know exactly what to do. You'd been friends since childhood, and when he got his powers he'd decided to tell you first, in the middle of Korean Barbeque. You'd slapped his arm about twenty times, his head ten times, and then you'd hugged him tightly for about an hour as you recounted the fight you'd seen on the news, telling him that if he died, you'd kill him all over again.

Only in the last two months though, he'd finally asked you out, and although you'd been scared to take that leap from friends to partners, you'd never been happier to see his face every single morning. Even if he dredged blood and all sorts into the apartment occasionally.

"Mind if I put on some music?" Ino asks with another hiss as you pat the cut with clean gauze, breaking you out of your thoughts. It's not deep, his healing seems to have already started so just some butterfly stitches should be fine. "Was gonna rock out tonight, dance in my pajamas, that sort of thing."

"Dork." You laugh softly, dabbing at the wound a bit more before you reach down to grab the stitches from the kit.

You roll up your sweater sleeves, Ino's university one that you stole as soon as he left it lying about, and clap once.

"Okay! Stitches time, you big baby."

Ino groans as he scrolls on his phone before smirking at you, his finger hovering over a song. You finish sticking the thin white strips onto the wound above his eye and raise an eyebrow at him.

"What's that look for, Takuma." Your voice comes out as a warning, but there's a soft adoration in your eyes. It takes a second of his ridiculous smirking, which you hope to wipe off by shoving his cheek, for you to realise what he's about to play. "Absolutely not."

"Absolutely yes." Ino grins, nodding his head and standing up, stretching before holding out a hand to you. "Get ready."

"Takuma," You laugh out, and it only gets richer as California Love starts playing out of his busted phone. "Oh my god, you're ridiculous."

He tugs you by the hand as you continue laughing, his hips swaying ridiculously, the teal stitching and lines of his suit glinting in the soft light of the hallway as he drags you into the kitchen, badly singing along to the song and whooping as you start swaying to the music as well.

"Dance with me,"

"You've hit your head, clearly," You shake your head as you dance anyway, a huge grin on your face as Ino sways and sings and puts leftovers from your fridge in the oven for the both of you. "Is that my pizza?"

"Our pizza, baby," Ino corrects you, eating a cold slice from the box despite warming the other slices up. "Totally beat the shit out of these guys today."

You hop onto the counter and swing your legs as he feeds some of the cold pizza to you, a soft smile on his face.

"Oh really?"

"Hell yeah," Ino flicks his wrist, and a thin web shoots out to grab the chilli flakes you keep on the table. You shake your head in exasperation. "Check it, new web recipe. Yuji and I have been working on it for the last couple of weeks."

You reach out and brush against the delicate webs with your fingertips, humming when it springs back. Definitely more solid than his previous webs, a little thicker too.

"Working in the lab?"

"Yeah," Ino speaks with a full mouth, and you wrinkle your nose at him.

"Swallow."

"Kinky." Ino teases, wiggling his eyebrows and moving so that he's framing you, hands either side of you on the counter and your noses brushing against each other. "I love you."

His lips are on yours and you sigh into it. It really is like coming home, no matter how cringey that sounds. You wait all night when he's on patrol.

It's soft, and he pulls back to look into your eyes, kissing the bridge of your nose before muttering a 'thank god, I was dying'.

The next couple of minutes is just pure domesticity, the oven timer is about to ping as Teenage Dirtbag starts to play out of the music rotation. You slap a hand against your boyfriends ass as he laughs and you grab his hips, pulling him in and giving a kiss.

"Change out of your suit, lets eat." You tell him, biting his lip as he pulls away and puts both his hands in his hair, groaning and tugging at it.

"You drive me crazy, Bug."

"Sooner we eat..." You trail off, laughing as Ino spins around and trips in his haste to get changed, his mask slipping out the belt around his suit, dropping to the ground with a light noise.

You scoop it up, brushing a thumb over the cut above the lens, an uncomfortable feeling in your gut as you realise it really means he got hurt.

"I'm fine, babe." Ino calls out from the bedroom, and before you can retort with the snark you usually have, there's web shooting out and snatching the mask from your hands.

You scoff, and start to set plates on the table instead. Whatever. As long as he comes home to you at the end of the day, you don't need Spider-man, you just need Ino.

"No Yuji tonight?" You call out, double checking.

Sometimes if it's late and the patrol has been particularly hard, the young teen will stay at yours or Takuma's. You both want to make sure he eats properly and heals up. He has a tendency to underplay his injuries, so you have to wrestle the truth out of him. You smile thinking about his cute pink hair and endearing personality. Ino couldn't have got a better sidekick.

"Nah, he's at Fushiguro's for tonight - something about meeting his parents."

"Whew," You whistle, feeling slightly bad for him all of a sudden. "Meeting the parents after crime fighting? Yeah, no thanks."

Ino is walking out of your bedroom now, grey sweatpants loose on his body and a tight band t-shirt that was definitely yours. He also had his black beanie on, which you'd made sure to pick up from his apartment earlier in the day when he texted you about plans changing and Mysterio on the loose.

There's the sound of light bells, and then your cat is running behind him, meowing for his attention. He coos before picking her up and tickling her little belly.

"Aw, Mochi is hungry, look!" He holds her up to you as she purrs, reaching out a white paw. "She's my real sidekick, keeping you safe whilst I'm out."

You shake your head, amused.

"Kuma, she'd let me die right in front of her if someone offered her biscuits."

Mochi meowed, as if she was agreeing with you, and you let out an 'ah-ha!' and gestured at her. Ino just rubs his face into her fur and you roll your eyes.

"Mochi would never ever be that cruel, baby. I'm a great judge of character."

"Oh, sure." You snort. Putting the pizza onto plates, you put an extra slice on your boyfriend's with a warm feeling in your heart as he puts the cat down and cradles you from behind. "Remember when that guy you wanted to go skating with turned out to be selling stolen tech?"

"That's different," Ino whines into your neck, kissing the soft skin there. "You liked him too."

Well, he's got you there. Dude seemed normal. However, you aren't Spider-Man.

"Whatever, dude," You push him away by flicking his forehead, and laughing when he slaps your ass in retaliation. "Eat."

"If I eat super fast, can I feel you up before bed?" Ino practically begs, puppy dog eyes shining at you from where he's sat down across from you, hands in a prayer.

You shrug as you pick up a piece of cheesey deliciousness. You really needed to remember to stock up on these pizzas, especially if Ino was going to keep eating them.

"I'm not saying no." You drawl out, rolling your eyes and tampering down a smile as Ino pumps his fist in the air and starts inhaling his dinner.

He's ridiculous, and late, and he's definitely got mud in your carpet again. You'd be stitching his mask up tomorrow, and helping reload web cartridges, but you can't help it.

You love him.

[bloodmoonmuses]

stereo 127 | johnny suh

(for @lovesuhng !!! I hope you like it!!!)

genre: johnny suh x reader, college au, teacher's assistant! johnny, friends to lovers

warnings: none!

summary: johnny is your campus crush. he also happens to be the teaching assistant in your music history class. when you (innocently) ask for help on a project, you end up learning about more than just music.

You’re a bit obsessed with this guy who skates around campus- or the concept of him, more accurately. You don’t even know his name. All you know is that last semester, you (accidentally) memorized his schedule, resulting in you walking to certain classes a few minutes earlier than necessary to catch a glimpse of him. These glimpses were merely a blur, whipping past you like an apparition. He was a ghost to you, and you enjoyed being haunted by him. 

Your friends made fun of you for having a campus crush, arguing that it’s not real since you don’t actually know him. However, you honestly preferred the distance. Then, you could fill in the gaps in your knowledge with your own imagination. Admiring him from afar worked for a while- that is, until the start of Spring semester. 

When you saunter into your music history class, a random elective you took for fun, you’re met with the elusive Skater Boy. You knew he was tall, but he’s even taller than you’d imagined in your daydreams. You glance at him briefly, before going to take a seat at a desk near the back. 

Skater Boy chats with a few of his friends at the front of the classroom, then sits next to the teacher’s desk when the professor enters. You infer that he must be the teacher’s assistant. 

This was a big problem. Surely, you’ll fail this class now. There’s simply no way you’ll be able to focus. The breathy laughs that escape him are already distracting you to the point of being almost unbearable. His smile is so breezy, like a wave catching the wind. He looks just as cool here in the classroom as he does on his skateboard.

The underlying crush that lay dormant in you begins to boil, and you know it will soon bubble over, scalding everything in its wake. You couldn’t wait for the burn. In fact, you aimed to spur it on sooner. 

You make a concerted effort to pay attention to the professor’s spiel, pulling out your notebook to take notes. It's syllabus day, sure, but you want to look studious. The first assignment of the semester is to research the history of your favorite music genre. 

Despite your efforts to focus, your eyes drift to the stickers that adorn Skater Boy’s laptop: Patrick Bateman from American Psycho, an Arctic Monkeys logo and a cartoon surfboard. You want to know everything he likes and commit the list to memory. You want to sew his idiosyncrasies into a quilt and blanket him with your loving knowledge of them.

The professor introduces him as Johnny Suh- a third year music composition major. Now the ghost has a name.

—

You look at the office hours on the bottom of your syllabus. Johnny would be in office in lieu of your professor for the majority of the semester. Would it be so bad to pop in and ask him for help on the first assignment? 

While you admittedly feel silly, walking to the Arts and Humanities building looking a bit too gussied up, you swallow the nervousness. You stand in front of the room, reading the placard:

Professor: Dr. Moon

TA: Johnny Suh 

You knock on the office door. On the third knock Johnny says, “Come on in!”

Meekly, you enter. He’s too real, too tangible, in this small space. You’ve never been within touching distance of him. The prospect makes your fingers tingle. Professor Moon has an insane book collection, two bookcases spanning the walls opposite one another. The rest of the office is cluttered with a slew of instruments.

Johnny is wearing a backwards hat and quarter sleeve sweater. Your eyes graze the expanse of his forearms, then drift upwards. There’s a pen clipped to his collar and another in between his lips. It’s the most tantalizing pen you’ve ever seen. Finally, you make eye contact. 

Introducing yourself, you say, “Hi, my name is _____. I’m in the music history course.”

“Nice to meet you.!” He takes the pen out of his mouth, and your eyes follow it forlornly. That could’ve stayed. “How can I help?” 

Johnny gathers some papers, places them in a neat stack at the center of the desk, then sits on the edge of it.

“Um, I’m a non-major. So, I’m struggling a bit with the first assignment.”

Johnny nods understandingly. “Ah, the dreaded favorite genre assignment. What’d you pick?”

“Pop punk,” you say.

“Fascinating. You don’t strike me as a punk person.”

You shrug. “Grew up on it.”

“Have you been to the record store near campus?”  

You shake your head.

“It’s called Stereo 127. I think it would be cool to listen to some records and base your research on specific albums. Then you’ll have a clearer framework for when it’s time to write the paper.”

“Thanks. Um,” you clear your throat, “Would you mind… showing me?”

“The record store? Yeah, sure. No problem. Does this weekend work for you?” Johnny asks.

“Sounds good!”

—

Stereo 127 is densely packed with all sorts of records, mimicking the state of Dr. Moon’s office. There’s a classmate of yours named Jaehyun who’s keeping watch of the store. He walks around the shop, reorganizing things as he sees fit. As you peruse the albums, you’re peeking at Johnny over the records, trying to catch his eye. Unlike you, Johnny is actually scanning the selection, genuinely trying to help you.

“Let’s get the obvious ones out the way,” he says, holding a Blink-182 record. He’s somehow managed to track down a copy of their debut album, Cheshire Cat.  

“If Cheshire Cat is an ‘obvious’ pick to you, then I’m way out of my depth,” you confess.

“A little pretentiousness never hurt anyone,” Johnny replies. 

So far, you have a copy of Green Day’s Nimrod (which you’re quite excited about) and Paramore’s newest album. As the minutes pass, you get gradually more enraptured by the thicket of albums. Before you know it, you’ve accumulated quite a few records. After a bit, you sidle up to Johnny, peering over his shoulder to check out his picks. You spot a Yellowcard compilation record.

“This is more fun than I thought it’d be,” you pipe, turning to face Johnny. His face floods with fondness when he sees the stack of albums in your arms, caramel eyes warming you from the inside out. 

“Yeah, you have a good eye,” he retorts. “I’ve been meaning to check out a few other shops around town. Y’know. To compare selections.” He’s sputtering now, having fallen into a cough fit.

“You okay buddy?” you say, chuckling. You gingerly pat his back, holding back a full blown laugh as Johnny continues to cough.

He waves you off, but you pat his back once more for good measure.

“I’m good, I’m good,” Johnny says. When he regains his composure, he continues. “I was just wondering… Are you busy on the 27th?”

—

You’re sprinting across campus, eager to meet Johnny outside of the boys’ dorm. It’s been two weeks since you’ve last seen him. He’s leaning against the building as he waits for you, clad in a page boy cap (which he’s wearing backwards again) and tank top. You allow yourself a quick glance at his arms, immediately regretting it as your face heats up. When he spots you, Johnny waves excitedly, the width of his smile making your own double in size.

After your first excursion, Johnny had asked for your number (“in case you have questions on the assignment!” he had said). Since then, the two of you have texted occasionally, mostly about school.

The record store he takes you to this time is called The Boot. It’s less trendy than Stereo 127 and less organized as well. Most of the vinyls are in bins, withering at the edges and clearly sundamaged. Johnny says he comes here to find obscure records to spin during his DJ sets, not to necessarily hunt for additions to his collection. 

“So, you’re a music composition major?” you ask as you crouch down to sift through a box.

Johnny nods. “With a minor in photography.”

“Favorite camera brand?”

“Nikon for sure, but I mostly shoot 33mm film.”

“How pretentious,” you say.

“Oh, you love it.” This is true, you do love it. 

Johnny continues. “I found another record store for us to try out after this one.”

“Yeah, just text me whenever.”

—

You had finished your paper days ago, so the subsequent record store outing was completely unnecessary to a certain extent. Johnny had no choice but to admit that he simply wanted to hang out with you- though, he’s not complaining. 

The final record store you visit with Johnny is called WAYVE. This time, he picks you up in his car to take you there- a dinky pick up truck with a shitty paint job.

“Before we head out- “ Johnny reaches over, opening the glove department in front of you. His hand brushes your leg briefly.. He pulls out a CD case and places it in your lap.

“I made a playlist for you.” He can’t look you in the eyes properly. You’ve never seen him look this sheepish.

Johnny continues. “Not vinyl, I know, but I wanted to decorate the cover.” Taped to the front of the jewel case is a polaroid of you perusing records. In the photo, your brows are furrowed in concentration.

“When did you even take this, you weirdo?”

“A few weeks ago at The Boot. The lighting was nice.”

You’re practically buzzing with excitement when you get home, racing to put the CD in your busted boombox. The first song on the playlist is Going Away to College by Blink-182.

“I haven't been this scared in a long time

And I'm so unprepared, so here's your valentine

Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody

This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful to me.”

—

You got a B minus on the paper, which is better than you would've done without Johnny’s help. However, the project is the furthest thing from your mind. 

All you can think about is the lyrics of Going Away to College. You’re trying not to read into things, but Johnny wasn’t the most subtle. 

Maybe you should make a playlist for him. Or buy him a record. According to him, Johnny’s not a true collector- that was reserved for cameras. Maybe he’d appreciate it.

Johnny spots you walking to class (though he’s sure your next one isn’t for another half hour). He skates over to you, stopping right at your feet. You shriek, almost stumbling backwards.

“What the hell, Johnny?”

He dismounts his skateboard, holding it under his arm nonchalantly.  “Do you wanna hang out somewhere other than a record store?”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

—

The skatepark is overstimulating in the best way. After trying (and failing) to teach you how to do an ollie for an hour, the two of you set up a picnic off to the side of the halfpipe. You eat kimbap off Johnny’s skateboard, using it as a little table.

“Sorry you got a B on your paper, by the way. If it’s any consolation, I didn’t grade it.” 

“It’s okay. I’d rather earn a B from Professor Moon than have your biased ass give me a higher grade than I deserve.”

Johnny places a hand on his chest, gasping dramatically.

“Um, what about academic integrity? I would do nothing of the sort!” he insists.

“Oh come on, you’re obsessed with me,” you say, half-joking. To your surprise, Johnny nods to himself, agreeing with you.

“Only a healthy amount though.”

When you and Johnny finish the kimbap, he scooches next to you. The sun is setting, oranges slowly darkening into a wash of deep indigo. You shiver as the sun dips beneath the horizon. Johnny places his jacket across your shoulders.

“Thanks,” you say.

“No problem.”

You place your head on Johnny’s shoulder.

“Um, and thanks for the playlist too. It’s really good.”

“Yeah?”

“It sorta had… a theme to it.”

Johnny suddenly pulls out from under you, leaving you to stumble around for a bit as you catch yourself. When he turns to you, he stares, caramel eyes pouring into your own. You feel warm in spite of the chilly breeze.

“I’ve never really been good with words,” Johnny confesses. “I figured I’d let the music do the talking.”

With that, he takes your face into his hands. He traces your features with the pads of his fingers- running them over your eyebrows, the lids of your closed eyes, your nose and, finally, your mouth. When he’s satisfied, he places a faint kiss upon your lips. 

He pulls back, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. “I’m so glad my pretentious bullshit doesn’t give you the ick,” Johnny says.

“Only a healthy amount,” you say through a smile. 

Suddenly, you initiate another kiss, your lips crashing into his fervently. When Johnny recovers from the initial shock, you deepen the kiss further. He’s a patient kisser, never demanding too much or taking more than he’s given. This only heightens your hunger for him, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. When the two of you come up for air, you linger with Johnny still in your embrace, his eyes crinkling at the edges with pure joy.

a/n: currently unedited + feedback is always appreciated! thanks for reading!

[sadakorosee]

S/O fell off the bed sleeping with Raphael (Oneshot)

Raph x fem!reader (Short fic)

Summary: Raph's S/O fell down to the floor from sleeping with Raph. Reader is 5'2 or below. (Shoutout to short readers) :3

Raphael is both tall and broad. His body can cover an entire bed space; what more to say when y/n was only 5'2 and she wasn't exactly chubby nor slim. She's a thicc chick.

y/n decided to sleep over at the lair because 1) training with Splinter starts early morning and 2) her house was a 20 minute walk. She felt she was exhausted to walk and asked permission to sleep over. Of course the Hamato family didn't mind. She is their family now.

It was [12:45am] when their movie Halloween was over and Mikey switched off the tv when he grabbed Donnie's arm while shaking.

"D-Donnie, you don't think Michael Myers is in the sewers while we're sleeping, do you?"

"Mikey, you're referring to Pennywise and he's from IT. Halloween murders occurs every Halloween, like the title is self explanatory enough." Donnie let out an exasperated sigh. "Seriously, why did you pick that movie when you know you're terror-stricken by it?"

"We all know what's going to happen; you'd stay up all night reading any comics with funny scenes in it and laughed so loud even Sensei's noise cancelling headphones don't work." Leo shook his head.

y/n looked up at Raph confused. As if he knows what she's about to ask, he waved it off. "Sensei requested it after Mikey got his first stereo box. It was my fault though; I brought it back after I kinda broke Mikey's-"

"My skateboard, brah!" Mikey retorted.

~~~

Everyone was fast asleep by [1:17am] including Mikey- well, he's trying anyway. He cuddled his teddy bear and mumbled something pizzas and interacting with humans above.

y/n was slump on Raph's plastron/chest as it goes up and down slowly. His right hand placed on her back to keep her in position. To an outsider, it was a cute sight but from where's laid, she can faintly hear snores from her mutant boyfriend and groaned when it got louder. Her hand tapped on Raph's chest as a way to say keep it down but instead of lowering it down, he snorted in his sleep and surprised y/n, her body jolted from shock and ended up on the floor with a loud thud.

"Damn it, Raph." y/n whispered through her gritted teeth and rubbed her aching lower back.

Raph woke up immediately by the thud and saw her on the floor with an annoyed expression.

"What are you doing on the floor, darling?"

"Looking for any expired pizza under your bed," y/n rolled her eyes. "For god's sake, Raph, snore louder next time. I can't hear it from down here."

Raph chuckled tiredly and carried y/n back to bed, placing his arm around her while he lied on his side.

"Did you hurt yourself?" he didn't forget to ask.

"I might break my hips. Maybe I should skip-"

"You ain't skipping Sensei's training." His eyes already closed but his lips formed into a coy smile.

TMNT Masterlist

[twsthc]

twst character playlists pt. 2 🎧☆

⚠️ warnings: not a warning but i just wanted to say that i have 2-3 asks in my drafts rn!!! i have not been ignoring you ive been procrastinating studying for finals and sleeping ^_^!!! they should be answered soon i prommy, ty for ur patience <3

last updated: december 17, 2023

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Riddle: Red Velvet - Day 1 , Lee Hi - Only , Laufey - Promise , Beabadoobe - Glue Song , Men I Trust - Show Me How , Humming Urban Stereo - Banana Shake

cutie patootie basically

also music thats easy to study to!!! i just swiped this from my study playlist.

Ace: VANO 3000 - Running Away [adult swim] , Gorillaz Ft. Kali Uchis - She's My Collar , Worthikids - Friends In Low Places , Joey Valence & Brae - GUMDROP

music i listen to in roller skating rinks and drinking slurpees and crying

only ace uses a skateboard and probably wouldn't be crying and would drink the cola icee instead of the blue raspberry one

Deuce: AC/DC - Highway to Hell , Dominic Fike - Mama's Boy , The Offspring - Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) , Army Of Lovers - Crucified , Joan Jett and the Blackhearts - Bad Reputation

"ACDC stands for acedeuce" -someone from the twsthc server

ummm not really much to add to this. deucepel canon. join my server

Cater: Aliyah's Interlude - IT GIRL , Girls Generation - Gee , IVE 아이브 - After LIKE , NewJeans - Super Shy , LE SSERAFIM - Eve, Psyche & The Bluebeard's wife

BITCH, YOU KNOW IM SEXY. UGH! DONT CALL, JUST TEXT ME XP

cater is a kpop stan and knows all the lyrics and dances and hums them randomly whilst walking down the hallway i saw her

Trey: Fuji Kaze - Shinunoga E-Wa , CAFUNÉ - Tek It , monsune - OUTTA MY MIND , piri & tommy - soft spot , Essosa - Waste My Time , Tatsuro Yamashita - Fragile

chill as fuck. in his zone. moisturized. at peace.

he plays this on low levels as he bakes and while hes studying

🥩🎶

Leona: SZA - Broken Clocks , Childish Gambino - Redbone , Kendrick Lamar , Money Trees , Tyler, The Creator - See You Again , willowsmith - Wait a Minute! , Tyla - Water

leona is a part of the sassy male apocalypse

listens to Broken Clocks while its raining like he just went thru a breakup (he didnt)

Ruggie: Chief Keef - I Don't Like , jnhygs - JERK! , babyxsosa - EVERYWHERE I GO , Flo Milli - Conceited , Ice Spice - Princess Diana , Brent Faiyaz - Been Away (Jersey Club Remix) 

n i just fell n luv w a gangster, so he put my name n a tatt

but i dont let em come 2 the crib, so we get it on where we at

Jack: Outkast - Ms. Jackson , Destiny's Child - Bills, Bills, Bills , The Notorious B.I.G - Big Poppa , MF DOOM - Rapp Snitch Knishes , 2Pac - California Love

lalalalalaaa

my favorite african american

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Azul: Queen - Killer Queen , Joan Sebastion - Secreto de Amor , Caravan Palace - Rock It For Me , Lady Gaga - Americano , Chicago - We Both Reached For the Gun

once again older jazzy sounding songs

also electroswing. the octatrio are electroswing, and the Chicago musical

Jade: The Buttress - Brutus , Elita Harkov - Sour Switchblade , Elita Harkov - Mentally Not Here , KikuoHana - 不幸屋の娘 , NASTYONA - 09 요단강

in part one i put their cute girly girl hiking mushroom collecting playlist but here is their fucked up evil plotting and biting playlist

also useful for studying and lounge shifts! three in one!

Floyd: DIGITAL CIRCUS - Pilot Official Soundtrack , Kikuo - 天国へ行こう , Rufus Wainwright - Another Believer , Chuu - Heart Attack (sped up) , SB Soundtrack - Clownfish Capers

what can i say

silly goofy music for a silly goofy guy

🌞🎼

Kalim: Heavenly - P.U.N.K Girl , No Doubt - Just A Girl , TWINKLE ♡ HEART/jun 音源 , Cascada - Everytime We Touch (Nightcore) , Dolly Style - Cherry Gum (Nightcore) , S3RL - All That I Need

hime gyaru kalim lives

i snuck in nightcore and S3RL im really not sorry

Jamil: Marie Madeleine - Swimming Pool , X-RAY SPEX - I Am a Poseur , Vundabar - Alien Blues , Memo Boy - Insomniac

just a girl

👑🎶

Vil: Lady Gaga - Beautiful, Dirty, Rich , Barry Manilow - At the Copa , NewJeans - ETA , Judy Singh - Up and Down , Amy Winehouse - Stronger Than Me

Epel: MF DOOM - Doomsday , Primus - The Devil Went Down To Georgia , The Crane Wives - The Moon Will Sing , October Country - My Girlfriend Is a Witch ,

The Devil Went Down To Georgia is the type of shit epel would listen to while performing the most back breaking nail chipping farm chores

Rook: I Monster - Lust for a Vampyr , Kali Uchis - I Wish you Roses , peace - stolen dance , Lamp - From The Window ,

☠🎵

Idia: TOPHAMHAT-KYO -Princess♂ , LamazeP - 難聴系男子が倒せない , Bokusatsu Tenshi Dokuro-chan OP , BLEND-A - Bon Appetit S , Bakudan Poppy - Oha-Yo-del , Dancing Samurai

🐉🎼

Malleus: Soap&Skin - Me and the Devil , Yoko Kanno - Green Bird

Silver: Korn - All in the Family , batta - chase , Lil Boodang - Jesus Don't Like That I'm Gay but Satans Cool With It , My Chemical Romance - Teenagers ,

yes thats the name of that song

emo teen music, not cos theyre an emo teen but cos lilia introduced the genre

Sebek: deaf, doesn't listen to music

Lilia: BABYMETAL - Headbangeeeeerrrrr!!!!! , Graveyardguy (feat. Slayyyter) - Final Girl , NANAOAKARI - One Room Sugar Life

[warhead]

[joeygallagher]

Mike Daher 

Independent/Stereo/DLX Ads 1990s

photos by Gabe Morford

[sunnyie-eve]

13 | That's enough

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None

| MASTERLIST |

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"Anna, is in for one very ruin awakening. It's finally her turn for a hell marathon. 24 hours to see who can piss her off the best. Let's go." Bam tells the camera as the guys quietly laugh behind him.

They sneak into her room and set a stereo speaker carefully on the side of the bed where she wasn't sleeping on. "WAKE UP!" Bam screams into a microphone making Raab, Dico, and Dunn jump onto her bed.

"Get the hell out of my room." Anna groans sitting up shoving Dico, Raab, and Ryan off her bed.

"It's your turn for a marathon, Anna." Bam and everyone laughs as she glares at him. "24 hours to see who can piss you off the best. Starting now!" He shouts into the microphone.

Anna throws the blankets off of her grabbing Bam by the hair tugging him down then kicking him out. "Whose next?" She turns to the other three so they let themselves out.

"Anna's in for a surprise when she gets out of the shower. She has this blue shampoo she uses and well I decided to change that." Bam laughs standing outside of her room. "She's gonna lose it."

When Anna gets out of the shower she keeps her hair up in a towel to get dress. When she does go to dry it she sees her hair was now a dark midnight blue. She holds in her anger and dries her hair and puts it up in a ponytail.

"Now which one of you assholes did this?" She asks joining them downstairs.

"Like what you did with your hair." Bam laughs first so she knew it was him.

"Thank you but stay out of my bathroom." She smiles and as Ape comes in she gasps seeing Anna's hair.

"What happened to you?" She walks over touching her hair.

"Bam."

"It's Anna's marathon." Dunn adds making Ape complain because she hates them.

"I'll take you to work and fix your hair for you. Come on." April tells Anna so she follows her out of the house.

"So I know Anna a little more than the others and her own family. They don't know this but she has this little thing for certain things. Main example, her books, movies, and music had to be in a certain order. It bugs the shit out of her if they're messed up. She takes her time organizing these and no one but me notices this. So I'm gonna really mess it up. Trust me, she's gonna turn red." Ryan tells the camera as he mixes things around.

"See her movies are categorize by genres and franchises. You have your horror, musicals, animated, and crap." He points out.

"Now over here on her dresser is all her favorite makeup she wears... into the trash it goes." He uses his arm to sweep everything into the bucket.

"Theses skateboards and posters on the wall... have to be straight so we make them crooked. As I said it may not seem like a big deal but I know Anna." He chuckles to himself.

Meanwhile Dico decided to follow Ape and Anna to the hair salon to bug the shit out of her. Everyone knew Anna always tried to get space from them so he wasn't gonna let that happen.

"What's your plan?" Anna asks as her mom works on her hair to get the blue out and make it brown again.

"To bug you." He smiles.

"By starring at me?" I ask and he nods his head.

"And just talking nonstop." He starts to tell different stories as she gets her hair worked on.

"Do you want my to trim the dead ends?" Ape asks and Anna says yes. As April leaves for a secret Dico goes stands behind Anna.

"Dead ends are just this much right?" He grabs her hair to ask.

"Yes." She flips through the magazine in her lap waiting for her mom.

"Why not cut up to here?" He grabs the scissors cutting a big stand of hair short.

"Brandon!" Anna screams trying to see how short he cut it. She lets out a whine seeing how short he did it.

"Brandon really?" April comes back seeing Anna's hair. "You'll look great with short hair, baby." April tries to reassure her daughter and she starts to hair cut.

When they get home Anna sees her car painted and beat up laying upstairs down. "My car has always been off limits. What the hell?" She marches into the house making everyone stares at her hair.

"Nothing is off limits for all this. What happened to just fixing the color?" Bam asks holding a broken bracelet and a hammer.

"DiCamillo got a hold of the scissors. What's in your hand?" She walks over to him.

"Found this in your jewelry box in an envelope that said, whenever you miss me just wear this. I figured it was something from a stupid ex and you can't let go so I did it for you." He breaks it more.

"It wasn't from a stupid ex! It was from someone in LA! That was an expensive gift from the heart! That's all I have from that person! God, I hate you." Anna huffs walking up to her room to work some. "What are you throwing out the window?" She sees Raab.

"These random rocks in your dresser. Why do you even have them in here?" He throws them all out.

"Because I like to collect them. Damn it." She tugs the box from him to put the rocks back inside. As she leaves she notices her all the little things Dunn messed up making her face turn red. "DUNN REALLY! YOU KNOW HOW THAT SHIT BUGS ME!" She yells walking downstairs to go get her rocks back.

"We should do something with the Snow globes I found. There's a lot." Raab brings down the box.

"Yes, let's go play some baseball outside." Bam grabs it rushing outside with Dico and Raab.

"Wait! Anything but those!" Ryan runs after them because that's something really meaningful to Anna. He's even got most of them for her and those end up being her favorite. "Bam, please don't." Ryan's sees them pulling out one to throw. "I got her that one for a birthday gift." He sees one of his.

"Get her a new one." Bam says as it's thrown and he hits it with the bat.

"She's gonna kill me and I'm not even doing it." Ryan rubs his face.

As Anna picks up the last of her rocks she heads back but sees the guys breaking things and Ryan trying to get a box from Dico. As she narrows her eyes she sees what they were doing.

"STOP!" She screams running over to them. "You guys really go through all of my shit? Knock it off! It's not funny! Stop it!" She watches them keep breaking more.

"It's just snow globes." Raab laughs catching her number one favorite.

"Not that one! Please." She begs him. "I'm begging you not that one! Raab! Chris! Christian!" She tries to get him to listen to her.

"Okay, y'all pissed her off stop now." Ryan finally gets the box from Dico.

Raab just laughs throwing it to Bam who hits it calling out home run. Anna runs over to the broken globe and picks up the bigger piece trying not to cry in front of everyone to see.

Her favorite one was one of the many Ryan got for her. This one in particular was the one he got to try to cheer her up after the whole thing with her ex and the football team. It was the enchanted rose from Beauty and the Beast. Ryan told her the gift was symbol of their friendship that would last forever since it could never die in this case. He'd always be there for her no matter what.

Ryan walks over to her with the box with the rest of the globes. "Don't touch me." She says through her teeth so he sets the box next to her. "Whose idea was this?" She looks at Ryan upset.

"Raab brought the box down but it was Bam's idea. I tried to get it back." He explains as she stands up with the boxes.

"Here. Since you love to mess up everything meaningful to me." She drops the boxes at Bam's feet walking back towards the house not caring anymore.

"Sorry, but I'm not letting you do that." Ryan picks up both boxes. "Unlike you, I know how special these are to her." He goes towards the house. Not wanting to bug Anna more he takes them to his room putting them in his closet. If he listened close enough he could hear her crying in her room cursing to herself as she fixes what he did to her room.

"Fuck it." He goes over to her room. "I knew how to mess with you in a decent way." He straightens the things on the wall as the camera crew comes in.

Anna looks at them annoyed but ignores them. "Decent? You did something that iches part of my brain. Something only you knew that makes me annoyed." She eyes him fixing things.

"Your face turned read though right?" He asks with a smile.

"Yes, it did you asshole." She said so he goes to his room real quick to get her stuff.

"I wouldn't let you let him do whatever with these." He places the boxes in her closet now.

"You're the best." She give his a smile then stops when Bam calls her name. "Kill me." She leaves with Ryan following her.

As she looks down she sees him holding her sketchbook with designs for work. "Give me that now." She rushes down the stairs fast as she sees the fireplace was lit.

"This is what you do during your free time? You need to do something more useful like cleaning up our messes."

"Bam. I think your sister has had enough." April tells him as everyone watches them.

"Bam, okay you win. Just give me that. It's important to me. It's something I do for on the side for work." Her heart starts to race because that's something she puts a lot of work into.

"That's the stupidest lie ever." He tossing it into the fire making Anna lose it.

"THAT'S IT! BRANDON COLE MARGERA! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" She rushes towards him so he runs away laughing at her.

"It's just a stupid book. I'll buy you a new one. I'll buy you the stupid same snow globe and a better car." He gets behind something to keep the distance from her.

"It's not a stupid book! I put so much time into those designs for work. Yeah, I have a stupid job! My stupid rocks aren't stupid to me! My stupid snow globes are stupid to me! And of course you say can just buy me a new one! If I had money like you, I'd pay not to be related to you! I'd pay you to leave me alone!" Anna throws a pool ball at him and he ducks. "I fucking done with you and your bullshit." She goes up to her room locking the door since she got Glomb to put a doorknob with a lock on it finally.

Everyone stays quiet for a few minutes after Anna left the room. "She didn't mean it. She's just really upset." April tells Bam.

"No, she meant that." Ryan speaks up so they look at him. "When you mess with Ape, Phil, and Don Vito, it's small things that aren't that meaningful to them. These literal small things were really meaningful to her. You, hell all of you, would know that if you actually spent quality time with her. Those stupid rocks she finds actually make her happy. The reason she keeps certain rocks it's because when she having a good time with someone. She finds one she likes to remember the day if it was special enough. Most of the snow globes you broke were ones I got for her birthdays, whenever she was upset, or just because I wanted to make her day." He sighs leaving going to his room.

[steamedtangerine]

Plug for Alvin's on Cass from old Detroit mag.

I've seen the Japanese noise band Ruins (which, along with three Melvins shows, helped take my hearing down some notches) there along with the Nihilist Spasm Band and many notable local acts including the Immigrant Suns, Fez, Larval, Only a Mother, and many Time-Stereo outfits.

I also supported the Family Funktion nights on many a Wednesday (my dearly departed child friend Quincy/Nolan used to get up on open mic to lay down some verses) and a number of DJs (was involved in helping put on the D'Jungle Sunday evening events which included jungle DJ Rotator).

My circle of friends were notorious for loitering outside and skateboarding during the Wednesday events (one sad, low-point during one summer had me going through the side alley to find discarded weed roaches leftover in the "secret smoking area").

it is now a Carhartt operation-which is not shabby.

[redlegumes]

Pool - Steddie MicroFic

Written for ‘Pool’ wc: 600 | rated: e | AO3 Link

Edit: Misread the challenge rules! This month's cap was 442 words. So instead of pairing this down I'll just try to do better next time!

Steve and the kids change the way Eddie gets tattoos. 

Before they were scratchers, done in kitchens and back rooms by 'friends of friends,' paid for in drugs. But after the Upside Down, after the long hospital nights, after the slow recovery, caring about his body had finally wormed its way into Eddie's brain. He couldn't imagine getting some of his unscarred skin inked only to get an infection.

One of Eddie's newer goals in life was never to disappoint Steve Harrington. With the exception of bad punchlines. When he was in and out of consciousness in the hospital Eddie heard everything Steve whispered at his bedside. How he was Steve's hero, how Steve needed to see Eddie’s smile, needed his eyes to open. Eddie vowed that he wouldn’t make Steve worry like that again.

So he saved tips from gigs and barback work. He started his sleeve with Max. A busted skateboard lovingly taped back together, high up on his left shoulder. 

"You wanna keep it black and white?"

Eddie thought about Max, her recovery, and all he could see were bright pops of color.

"Nah man, make it loud. Pale skin makes for a good canvas."

He kept going, adding dice, a walkie, a spear... Each piece in bright colors. Everytime he went back to Hawkins for D&D or movie nights the kids would praise what he'd gotten and speculate about the next one.

Even when he was in town to see Wayne or smoke with Jonathan, he’d end up at Steve’s, swimming in the pool. It was their thing, a relaxing ritual. Heated water, low lights. Steve couldn’t swim alone anymore. Too much trauma, but with Eddie… Sometimes they would strip down and just float.

After Eddie started the sleeve, he’d wrap his new ink or sit with just his legs in the water. When he dived back in, he told Steve to touch the healed pieces.

Steve hesitantly reached his hand out. His hot fingers lightly ran over Eddie's skin making him want to melt as they both treaded water.

"They feel… raised?"

"Yeah, my artist is good but heavy handed. All the outline work is like etched in."

Eddie's breath caught in his throat as Steve's fingers reached up and ran over the faded scar on his neck.

"You’re incredible. You carved in something new. Something good."

"You could too Steve." Eddie reached out and touched Steve’s neck. "Add new memories. Better ones."

Eddie caught sight of Steve's eyes, darting from his scar to his lips. "I don't think I'm as brave as you Eds,” he said before pulling back.

That night Eddie sketched out his next tattoo.

He slapped the lined paper down on the counter as soon as his shop opened the next morning. He'd drawn the nail bat. The nails to be in neon blue, sunlight in oranges and yellow streaming behind. The bat in a wood grain. “Think a brunette with natural highlights,” Eddie said casually. “And,” he added, “you've been a little light handed, make sure this one’s deep.”

He spent a lot of the next month poolside with flimsy excuses not to jump in. Until the day he brought out the stereo and played Steve his new demo tape.

"You're doing such amazing things,” Steve said before he submerged most of his body under water. “Everyone is and… I'm here, just scraping by.”

Eddie stripped and dove in. He swam up to Steve and guided his hand to the new ink.

In the pool with that tattoo, Steve said that was the first time he realized Eddie loved him.

[magebastard]

For the Infamous ask game: Songwriting, Lyrics, and Wild card for anyone you'd like please! <333 (Also thank you for sending me one too! It is still sitting in my inbox, but I'm itching to get to it hehe) ~ @whowhatifs

ya of course omg also thank you for asking roz!

songwriting answered here!

Lyrics: What are some songs you associate with your character? Any specific lyrics that really scream your character?

there are Too many but the first that jumped to mind were this specific breakdown in bite the hand - boygenius

“Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you I am?

What do you wanna say?

What do you think will change?

Maybe I'm afraid of you.

Maybe I'm afraid of you.”

Wild card: Tell us something about your MC! Feel free to really just roll us over with an emotional steamroller and crush the souls out of our bodies, if you’d like. (You’re also welcome to choose one of the other questions to answer!)

i will give a 1 1/2 answer! which is just two small fun little things.

the first: lane does not drive anywhere if they can help it. they bike or scooter or skateboard or walk but driving is their last resort always. their dingy green hatchback is more like a box for listening to music through a bad stereo and transporting equipment when necessary.

and the second little thing: uh lane exists in everyone’s canon playthroughs they’re selling ur bands merch they’re ur mc’s biggest fan they’re hauling ur gear they’re chain smoking at the gig

[undrgrnd-nft]

THE MOTION ART JOURNAL: ULTRARUIDOSO'S RESTLESS IMAGES

by David Koblesky

ORIGINALLY POSTED 12/22/22 ON UNDRGRND.IO

Imagine you are a traditional illustrator, and you are creating something new and are facing a blank sheet of paper.  But what if that paper enabled you to create something that moved?  Since almost all images we now look at are on a screen backed by a computer, this is possible.  The image that the illustrator will create, which used to be necessarily static because of the nature of paper, can now move because of the dynamic nature of the screen. Both are flat surfaces presenting an image.  But the one backed by a computer can easily move.

Argentine artist Ultraruidoso is like this:  Essentially an illustrator since all of the images are ‘static’ in that they are in one position and do not perform any real narrative ‘action.’  Despite being ‘static,’ they move in the most dynamic and exciting ways, made possible because of the computer behind the screen.  His images burst with life and energy even though they remain in one position.  XCOPY is an artist who works in this style, but Ultraruidoso also uses sound, which he discusses below.

Ultraruidoso was generous enough to answer some questions about his art.

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Do you have a day job?

No, I’m an independent artist, a crypto artist, and I live from my digital art sales. So far, I haven’t had many sales, and my income is low, but I’m confident in what I do. I never had much money, so I know how to get through periods where I don't sell, but I hope this situation improves. The most important thing is doing what I feel I’ve got to do. My art is my passion, and I enjoy creating with image and sound. 

Where did you grow up?

I grew up in Buenos Aires, in a small urban area. As a child, I drew monsters, aliens and space travellers. I dreamed of going to the stars in a spaceship, but I already lived in a galaxy far, far away, thanks to Star Wars. I liked and still like Horror, Fantasy and Sci-Fi movies, but I want to watch everything! I liked skateboarding and looking for “haunted houses” with my neighborhood friends. I love music, and since I was a baby, I listened to Pink Floyd, Emerson Lake & Palmer, Led Zeppelin, Yes, The Beatles, Queen, Kiss, Giorgio Moroder and Kraftwerk on my dad's vinyl records! Yeah, this beautiful mix made me listen to The Ramones, Nirvana, Daft Punk, The Chemical Brothers, Snoop Dogg, Illya Kuryaki and the Valderramas, Spinetta, Charly García and Soda Stereo at the same time over the years, to name a few.

Did you have art training?

I’ve always been self-taught, and also decided to study academically, which helped me interact with people and also confirm that I can’t follow others’ rules and that it is better for me to find my own way. I studied Image and Sound Design. I learned about visual, musical and cinematographic language and how to write stories and create with images and sounds. I studied animation in a very experimental school workshop where I animated all the time using different techniques. And experimentation has led me to learn skills in creating oscillators, piezoelectric microphones, homemade instruments, bio-interfaces and even to draw sound on film strips!

How did you start making motion art? How do you feel about motion work vs. static work? Because essentially your work is static, but in motion, if that makes sense? 

I experimented with still images, motion and sound, looking for my own style, a way of creating with which I feel is me, with which I can flow, have fun, have catharsis and be happy. I discovered that the best way to express myself is through animation, drawing and creating something alive, bringing out everything I’ve inside. I wanted to do it in a particular way; I wanted my art to be seen as losing the perception of time. I wanted to create a living image that you can always find new details in, details that you haven’t seen before. With static art, I couldn't achieve this, but I like the power of still images. I like it because you can enjoy simply looking at them or looking at them for meaning. When I created still images, I tried to create dynamism with my strokes, colors or adding sound to give them temporality, but still images are frozen in time. I wanted to create restless and live images, providing space for contemplation and reflection. Yeah, my art is motion, and at the same time, it’s static! I create animated lines, dots and shapes that form a figure that, if you abstract yourself, you can see as a whole static thing even though the parts that compose it are moving in an infinite loop, so this thing it’s alive. I create illustrations that are alive! But I also profoundly need to play with sound, make noises and music because, with these, I also express myself. 

What role do you think sound plays in your work?

Sound is the soul, the essence of my visual art because I create from my internal sounds and sound experimentation. I’m always creating with sound. Rhythm is in all my animations, even if they’re silent. But if my art has sound, it’s always to create meaning, say something, and give a sensation because sound creates a whole artwork with the image.

What tools/processes do you use to create your work?

I draw my animations and create sound with an iPad Pro. I like my Pencil and interact with multi-touch interfaces. Sometimes I have an idea or concept before starting to animate or make sounds, and other times it’s a catharsis of feelings or thoughts that take me on unknown and unexpected paths. I like to experiment, improvise, I want to play. I create my figures by drawing animated loops. Each one has different timing and all animations are a whole. They aren’t created to be viewed separately. My animations are short, usually one second long, and they’re designed to be looping endlessly. So GIF is the best format for me. Sometimes I animate from my sound experiments that I listen to while I’m drawing. Other times I let myself fly away with my mind and heart sounds, my inner rhythm. My state of mind influences the character and motion of each stroke I draw or each noise or sound I create.

How long have you been in the NFT scene? How has it gone so far?

I started showing my art as NFTs in March 2021. I consider myself a crypto artist. People are getting to know me, and my art has received positive feedback. I’m so happy about that because it motivates me to create more and more! I didn't use Twitter before, and it took me a long time to learn how to interact with people on this social network. But now I’m more comfortable and even create Spaces where I improvise with my sound, sometimes something musical comes up, sometimes it's a noisy madness, it's so fun!

What artists do you like and follow? 

XCOPY, A. L. Crego, Mirai Mizue, Jan Švankmajer. I would like to mention Norman McLaren and John Cage because I really like their work. 

Do you think that Motion Art is a new Art form as I lay out in my initial piece?

Motion Art has been around for many years, using all kinds of techniques and media. But not long ago, artists began to create art using the GIF format, whose main characteristic is the ability to repeat itself continuously. The repetition may or may not be noticeable, but when it isn’t, when you don’t know when a motion begins or ends, I think that art transports you to a timeless space. You can contemplate the artwork differently than a static illustration or an animation that starts and ends forever. I chose this way of creating with motion because I intend my art to seem alive, that you can look at it for as long as you want without being able to find the beginning or end of the motion of each element that I animate, that you can see it in constant motion, without noticing cuts, and that you can be surprised with a detail that you haven’t seen before. Because this way of creating art is becoming more and more popular, I agree with your thoughts about Motion Art. I'm not sure about the name because many people would argue that there’s a lot of motion art which may be created in other ways or follow different rules. Nor do I care about categories, but I think it's good that there are people like you who analyze art. I’ll be happy if you look at my art and feel the energy with which I created it, the motion that immortalizes my thoughts or feelings in an infinite loop. And thank you so much for your interest in what I do.

[sky-neverending]

Chapter one of my rewrite of my first fic ever lol

Max Mayfield awoke to the sound of an air horn blaring loudly throughout the trailer. She sat up reluctantly, rubbing her eyes and glaring at a hazy Eddie Munson standing in her doorway with a wide eyed grin.

“What do you want, Munson?” She groaned, flopping back down onto the pillow and turning away from him.

She could feel his smile radiating from across the room. “Get up!” He exclaimed, smiling toward her. “Get up, get up, get up! It’s time for school!”

Looking up at him, Max bit back a smile. Eddie was one of those people you just couldn’t help but smile at. She bit her lip instead, sitting up once more and swinging her feet over the edge of the mattress and onto the floor.

“Do we have to?” She asked, throwing her head back in disdain. “You don’t even like school.”

Eddie clicked his tongue at her, clapping a hand to her shoulder. “Now, that isn’t the right attitude. It’s your freshman year, Red! Be excited!”

Swatting at his hand, Max stood. She shot Eddie a glare and placed a hand on each of his shoulders, pushing him and his energetic grin out of her bedroom and closing the door behind her with a thud.

Max walked toward the dusty, cracked mirror Eddie had found for her and squinted, taking in the sight. Her red hair was a mess on her head, tangled and shooting up in every direction at once. Her shirt was black, with a faded band logo on the front. It was Eddies, one that didn’t fit him anymore, so it was rather large on her, as were the crumbled pair of sweatpants covering her legs.

Throwing her pajamas on the floor and pulling open the top drawer of her dresser, Max grabbed a red and white striped shirt and pulled it over her head. She picked a pair of light blue jean shorts that only had faint dirt stains on them, and completed the outfit with a simple blue jacket, despite the muggy August heat.

After changing, Max walked toward the bathroom, swinging it open to Eddie leaning over the sink with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. He mumbled something she couldn’t make out, and she rolled her eyes.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full, Eddie. It’s rude.” She said, as she leaned past him and grabbed a brush from off of the counter. Eddie spit his toothpaste into the sink and turned to look at her.

“I said you look like Animal.” He ruffled her mess of hair before walking out of the bathroom. “We leave in ten, muppet!” He called as he headed toward the kitchen.

When Max finished making herself look as presentable as possible, she pulled her hair up into a ponytail and walked out into the living area, plucking her skateboard and backpack from the ground. The two of them headed for Eddie's van, slipping inside as an awkward silence filled the air around them.

“Are you excited?” Eddie asked, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the wheel as the engine revved to life. Max turned to look at him, mouth agape in a mix of disgust and annoyance. She raised an eyebrow, plastering a mock smile across her face.

“Totally.” She began sarcastically, throwing her feet up onto the dash. “I can’t wait to be judged on my intellectual ability and be surrounded by smelly teenagers for half a day!”

Eddie shook his head with a sigh. “That’s no can do attitude, is it?” He said weakly, not wanting to waste his breath arguing with her. “Just… give it a chance?”

Max crossed her arms. “Fine.”

A satisfied smile creeped across Eddie's lips. “Fine.” He agreed, and the car fell into a comfortable silence, the only noise being that of the music playing through the stereo.

As they pulled up to the school, Max felt her heartbeat speed up and a wave of nausea rushed over her. Stepping out of the car, the feeling intensified as hundreds of eyes seemed to land on her, watching her every step. Their voices seemed to fall into hushed whispers, ringing through her ears. The room started to spin, and her breath became unsteady, fast and desperate. She gasped out for air stumbling into a locker as she searched for an escape. Tears welled in her eyes, taunting her with embarrassment. She needed to get out. Breaking into an unsteady sprint down the hall, Max searched through blurry eyes for a bathroom, when a hand fell heavily on her shoulder.

The last thing she heard before passing out was the voice of a man calling her name.

When she woke up, her vision was crowded by various faces, all lingering above her in a noticeably panicked state. They were speaking in faint whispers, exchanging hushed words that Max couldn’t make out.

She blinked rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the light, a familiar face making its way into her view. Steve was standing over her, and upon realizing she was awake, he called out to Dustin, who promptly ran toward her with a water bottle.

Sitting up, Max looked around the room. Most of “The Party” as Dustin called it was there, scattered around the couch. El was standing next to Steve, brows furrowed in concern. Will was on the other arm of the couch Max was on, the one her arm wasn’t currently on. Mike and Lucas were on the ground in front of her, looking up at her anxiously.

She took the water bottle and looked up at Steve. “What the hell happened?” She asked, and Steve blinked at her.

“You passed out. You were lucky I was there to catch you, otherwise you might have hit the ground pretty hard.”

She glared at him. “And you dragged me into a random room? You didn’t look for help or anything?”

Blushing, Steve shrugged. “I don’t think fast on my feet.” he said before turning toward the group. “Alright, everyone out.” He whispered something to Dustin and ushered all the kids out of the room, leaving him alone with Max.

He sat down next to her. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked. She nodded quickly.

“I’m fine Steve. I promise. Just a little accident, that’s all.”

He raised an eyebrow before placing a hand on her shoulder. “Max.” he said sternly. “You said your anxiety was getting better. Why didn’t you tell me this was happening? You know you can come to me or Eddie for anything.”

Taking a shaky breath, Max’s shoulder fell. “I didn’t want to bother you. I thought I was fine, really. I’m sorry. It’s the first day and I’m already getting in the way and ruining everything and-”

Steve cut her off. “No. None of that.” He said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You aren’t ruining anything, Max. Everything is going to be okay. You’re going to be fine.” She collapsed into him, sobbing quietly into his shirt. He ran his fingers through her hair as she cried, coaxing the tears out of her that had been piling up for the past five months.

After a few minutes, she pulled away. Sniffing, she wiped her face. “I think I got snot in your hair.” she muttered with a laugh, and Steve put a hand in his hair with a worried look on his face.

Before he could speak, the door to the room burst open, and Eddie ran inside with Dustin on his tail. “Max!” he exclaimed, rushing toward her. “Max, shit, are you okay? I’m so sorry I wasn’t here, I didn’t know what was happening.” He pulled her into his arms, muttering apologies.

“Eddie.” Max said, her voice muffled in his jacket. “I’m fine. Steve helped me.”

Eddie pulled away. “Oh," he said, and a look of something akin to disappointment rushed over his face. “Well, thanks for helping King Steve.” He bowed dramatically, and Max noticed the blush on Steve's face.

“No problem.” he stuttered, standing and rushing toward the door. “I gotta go. Bye!”

“See ya, Buttercup!” Eddie called after him, before turning back to Max with a frown. “Are you really okay?”

She nodded. “I’m fine, Eds. Steve helped, I promise.”

He smiled softly at her. “He’s a good guy. Now come on, let's get you to class.”

-

Steve groaned, slamming his head against his locker. Stupid Eddie Munson, and his stupid nicknames, and his stupid caring smile, and his stupid face. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” he muttered to himself, opening his locker and throwing it shut for good measure.

“Steve. What the hell was that?”

Jumping, Steve turned to see Dustin standing behind him. “Shit, kid. What are you doing here?”

Dustin stood in silence, a look of disgrace in his judgemental eyes. “I go here, Steve. Duh.”

“Yeah, but what are you doing standing behind me?”

Groaning, Dustin took a step forward. “I’m here because, as I just said, what the hell was that? I thought you and Eddie were friends now.”

“We are.” said Steve. Dustin raised an eyebrow.

“Then why did you run out like that?” he asked.

Steve pressed his lips together. “I had something to do.” he lied. “And Eddie had it under control.”

“Yes. Stuff to do like slamming your head into a locker.” said Dustin sarcastically. “Look, Steve. I know you’re like, intimidated by Eddie or whatever. But he’s not going to take your place, dude.”

A heavy sigh of relief left Steve's chest. “Yeah. Yeah, sorry. Eddies just so… cool, you know? I don’t want to lose you guys. But I promise, I don’t have a problem with them. Everything is fine.”

It wasn't completely a lie. Eddie was cool, and at first Steve had been intimidated by him.But now? Now it was more. It was a feeling he had never really felt before, except maybe with Nancy. It was growing and spreading, sending Steve blushing at just the mention of his name. It was like somehow Eddie had infected him, gotten into his head somehow.

Buttercup. The word repeated in his head over and over again. Why had Eddie called him that? To mess with him, make him more confused than he already was? Did he know how Steve felt? Surely he didn’t. He couldn’t, because Steve didn’t feel that way. He liked girls, and girls only. Yet that word continued to float around his brain. Buttercup, buttercup, buttercup.

Part of him wondered what it would be like if Eddie said it and really meant it. If he held him in his arms and kissed him on the forehead. If he murmured it in the night as they fell asleep, and whispered it in the morning as the sun rose. He thought about what it would be like to wake up next to Eddie. How his voice would sound, if he slept in late or woke up at the crack of dawn. He wondered how Eddie slept, on his back, his sides, his stomach. If he ran cold or if his skin burned under the blankets. If he was the type to wrap his arms around someone, hold them close in the darkness. How would it feel to hold his hand? Would the rings he wore get in the way, bringing a coldness to the skin? Eddie's rings drove Steve to insanity, the way they looked as they covered his fingers and gleamed in the light.

Steve knew he shouldn’t feel this way. He shouldn’t like Eddie, not even as a friend. Matter of fact, a few years prior he would have laughed in Eddie's face, called him names and poked fun at him for simply being himself.

But it was so hard not to like Eddie once you got to know him. He was so kind, so caring and protective and loving. He got on with the kids so well, always knowing what to do or say around them. He had flaws, sure. But all and all, he might have been the nicest guy Steve had ever met. And his smile. His smile was so heartstopping it melted Steve like butter. There was just something about him that was so mesmerizing that Steve couldn’t help but to fall into it head first.

He was brought back to reality by Dustin punching his arm roughly. “Dude. What is up with you today? You’ve been staring at the wall with a dopey smile on your face for like three minutes.”

Blushing once again, Steve shrugged lamely. “Just tired I guess,” he said. “I should get to class. See you later kid.” He ruffled Dustin's curls once before heading toward his first class of the day.

And he could only think about one thing.

Stupid Eddie Munson.