#banjo bag

[tendaderetalhos]

Banjo bag sewed with textile recycling.

[pyxes]

You don’t own a gun because you’re a liberal sissy. I don’t own a gun because im a bipolar schizophrenic… there’s a difference. should have never stepped foot on Capitol Hill… these faggots are pissing me the hell off. Take your camo shit off poser.

[the-void-speaks]

women :3

wanted to redraw my (really old) fem!hikage concept so i gave her her girlfriend as well

fun fact: i am bad at drawing daigorou normally because his head is too bald.

and here are the extra doodles lol

[southern--downpour]

for some reason my brain has very strong opinions on the music tastes of marble hornets characters & bc of this i cannot listen to almost any playlist for em cause theyre all Wrong

[mewtwowarrior]

Tumblr's Coppy in the style of Banjo-Kazooie's various items with eyes

[willtolove1977]

Job I applied for this morning emailed me back saying the position was already filled wahhh. I've nearly finished learning my banjo cover of swimming song at least <333

[vicsep7250]

Video games peaked when Nintendo let Next Level Games make the Mario Strikers games in 2005 and 2007.

Sucks that there were only two in the entire series.

[rockposerdotcom]

The Outlaw Orchestra Set To Release New Single & Video 'Bag of Bones' On September 8th 2023

Southern Rockers – The Outlaw Orchestra are back with a bang and ready to announce the first of their new singles from the hotly anticipated 3rd Studio Album, following sessions at Rogue Studios in Wembley. For those already in the know, this trio might not look like a typical orchestra, but with a plethora of instruments at their disposal and the skilful musicianship required to portray their…

[melancholicmoonlight]

It's been a few days of aimlessly searching for the werewolf that bit Jameson, and all they've come across in those few days are the remains of small animals and pawprints in the mud. The gang has given up for the night, and has made a camp in the woods near a babbling stream that Jameson can almost hear over Reids mindless strumming of a banjo, which is out of tune. Harper has already cuddled up in her sleeping bag and is somehow snoring through the thunking of the strings.

Jameson’s sat down on a log across from Reid, watching the fire. He glances over at them and clears his throat a bit. “You’re sure we’ve been going the right way?”

[live-love-be-unique]

Weekend Away

Summary: A weekend away camping with your friend Soap leads to the start of a new relationship.

My submission for @glitterypirateduck #CoDVacationMode challenge. The prompts I used were:

12. Camping

32. Friends to lovers

34. First time seeing each other naked

Parings: Soap x f reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut

It had been a rare weekend of downtime after you had finished the last mission and after an offhand comment that you were going to do absolutely nothing except crash into your bed and move only just enough so that people didn’t mistake you for being dead, Soap had declared you to be his camping partner. When you agreed to join Soap on a camping trip you didn’t realize how thorough his preparation was. It started with his sending you a joint Spotify playlist “we’ll be needing good road trip music bonnie” along with a detailed list of your favorite road trip and camping snacks as well as a list of “things you need to pack to survive”.

The day the two of you set off, Gaz left you with some of his words of wisdom: “If you hear banjos, clench your buttcheeks!”

“Really Gaz? You’re referencing Deliverance now? If I get killed in some back woods somewhere I hope you fall out of another helicopter” You snap as Gaz smirks. That little shit.

You jumped as a deep Scottish accent sounded from behind you “Relax bonnie, if I wanted to kill you I wouldn’t tell anyone where we were going” Soap smirked as you got into his jeep.

“Not comforting MacTavish!” He laughed and pulled out of the parking spot “you haven’t told me where you’re dragging me yet”

“Relax, would you! You’re going to love it”

For the next three hours of driving you had been treated to Soap belting out his favorite songs, which mostly seemed like The Proclaimers on repeat and drumming on the steering wheel, both he and the radio at full volume.

“…When I wake up, well, I know I’m gonna be

I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you…”

You were almost ready to kick him out of the moving vehicle and head back to base when Soap pulled onto a dirt track. He stopped the car near the small forest and jumped out.

“We made it? Finally!”

“Not quite lass”

“What do you mean ‘not quite’? We’ve been driving for hours”

“Little bit of a hike to get there but I promise it’s worth it”

He’d of course been lying when he called it a ‘little bit of a hike’. You’d been walking for ages, enjoying the scenery of the area, you did have to admit it was a beautiful spot. You watched a flock of birds fly over the lake, not watching where you were walking and crashed straight into Soap’s back.

“Careful there bonnie” he chuckled as his arms braced you from falling flat on your face.

“Thanks” you muttered. Blushing, you extracted yourself from Soap’s arms and brushed yourself off.

“We’re here!” He announced with a flourish, throwing his arms out with a giant grin on his face. You look around and see what Soap is gesturing towards. You look in awe at the ruins of a castle, the crumbling stone walls overgrown with vines as nature slowly took over throughout the years “I found it when I was out here last and you were the first person I knew who I had to show this too”

“Me?” You ask, tearing your eyes away from the ruins.

“You love all those stories set in castles with ladies and knights and stuff so I just thought you might want to explore it and…” Soap rambled, suddenly nervous.

“I love it!..Wait, we’re camping here?!” You interrupted him, almost squealing with excitement.

“That was the plan, I thought we could set up the tent over by that wall there” he spotted you taking your camera out of your bag “I can set up the tent if you want to take a look around” he chuckled as you started admiring the sights through the lense of your camera.

You’d been exploring and photographing everything you could set your eyes on when you turned back to thank Soap for bringing you here but the words died in your mouth when you spotted Soap setting up the tent you’d be sleeping in tonight.

Dressed in a t-shirt and cargos, you watched as his arms flexed and moved as he pulled a support rope taut. You knew he was attractive, and might have been sporting a little bit of a crush, but as he lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe sweat off his face you’re pretty sure he could ask you to run away with him and you’d happily go.

“Why don’t you take a picture” he smirked childishly “it’ll last longer”

“Maybe I can take a picture of you like one of my French girls” you laugh back.

“Come on you numpty, we need firewood” he bumped your shoulder with his as he passed by.

The two of you worked quietly setting up the remainder of your little camping spot, the setting sun casting shadows through the stone window frame that would have once held a beautiful stained glass.

Soap lit the campfire while you started preparing your food, pleasantly surprised Soap had packed everything to make hamburgers, he laughed at your little happy smile “couldn’t drag you somewhere and not pack your favorite food”

You leaned back against your rucksack, relaxing into the quiet night air, you could get used to this you realize, beautiful scenery, no technology, sharing burgers and beers with Soap as you told each other funny stories about your friends and family and the rest of your team.

Soap stopped his current story and glanced up at the sky “come here” he gestured for you to sit next to him. You made your way over to his side as he dragged you down to lay next to him, both of your heads resting on a fallen log “look up”

You turned your eyes towards the night sky and gasped in awe, the entire sky was full of stars, you could see every single constellation.

“It’s beautiful” you whisper “I wish I could stay here forever”

“Told you you’d love it here” you glance over and meet Soap’s eye.

You stared into his eyes for what seemed like hours before you felt him shuffling closer until he was nose to nose with you. You’re not sure who made the first move, perhaps you both did, but Soap’s lips found yours as his hand moved from his beer to the back of your head, holding you closer to him.

You yelped in surprise against his lips as his other arm wound around your waist and pulled you onto his lap “I’ve got you bonnie” he smirked as he left open mouth kisses along your jaw and down your neck, his hand resting underneath you jaw, tilting your head to allow him more access to your neck. You throw your head back as a giggle erupts from your throat as Soap’s lips find a ticklish spot on your neck, you feel him smile against your skin as he continues his journey down your throat.

You reach down and take hold of Soap’s shirt and pull it over his head, his lips leaving your skin for the briefest moment as the shirt is pulled over his face. He leans forward and rests his forehead against yours as you catch your breath, blue eyes shining in the light of the campfire.

Soap curses as the boom of thunder breaks through the air, looking up at the sky as the first large raindrops land on your skin, he maneuvers you in his arms and carries you to the tent.

Setting you down in front of him, he wraps his fingers in your hair and pulls you against his lips, kissing you. His hands find the buttons of your shirt and makes quick work of them before he slides the fabric down over your arms and throws it over his shoulder.

The wind howled outside the shelter of your tent as you slowly undress each other, eyes and fingers tracing over each newly exposed area of skin, committing every single thing to memory “fuck lass, are you trying to kill me?” Soap smirked as his eyes practically devoured you. Standing in front of each other, dressed only in your underwear, both suddenly overwhelmed by the thought of being naked in front of each other for the first time.

Soap laid you down on the mattress he’d brought for the base of the tent “Do you want me to stop?” He asked as he positioned himself between your legs, resting on his forearms as he hovered over you.

“No” you whisper, fingers trailing through the coarse hair covering his chest. Soap shivered as your nails drag their way down his chest towards the waistband of his boxers “do you want me to, stop I mean?”

“If you stop I think might die” he claimed dramatically.

“Is that so?” You grin.

“I’d perish” Soap grins playfully back down at you “slowly and painfully in fact”

“Well, we can’t have that”

He leans back and kneels between your legs as lean forward, hands dragging his boxers down over his hips, Soap’s hands cover yours helping to remove the boxers down off his legs as your eyes wander over the length of his body, you unconsciously lick your lips as your eyes roam over his cock and he grins as your eyes meet his again “see something you like?” that cocky little shit.

Soap wraps his arms around you and lifts you up onto his lap as skilled hands make quick work of undoing your bra and throwing it to the other side of the tent. As he lays you back down you raise your hands to cover yourself, suddenly shy under the heat of his gaze.

“Come on now” he smiles softly “don’t tell me you’re going shy on me” You find yourself smiling back as you slowly lower your hands. His lips find yours “lift your hips for me love” he mutters against your lips.

“Christ” he mutters under his breath as his eyes roam over you “can’t tell you how many times if imagined you like this”

“You have?”

“Mhmm, seeing you now, definitely didn’t do justice to the real thing” you feel yourself blushing as you reach between your bodies to guide him towards your pussy.

“Soap…please” you grind yourself against the head of his cock.

“Please what love?” Soap grins, knowing he has you exactly where he wants you.

“Are you going to fuck me or what?” You sass.

He finally pushes into you with a single thrust “there she is” he smirks as you gasp. His forehead rests against yours as his crystalline blue eyes watch over every emotion that crosses your face. He hikes your thighs over his hips as his thrusts become more forceful, hands scrambling to feel every inch of exposed skin they can.

He lays kisses across your chest, blindly finding your nipple as his fingers graze your clit. Your thrust grow more frantic as you both begin to approach your climax. You cling to his shoulders, crying out his name Johnny as you as you come. Soap follows soon after, his own orgasm hitting him with a final thrust. He comes with a grunt as he collapses on top of you, you hold him tightly as you catch your breath. You hear yourself whimper as he pulls out of you, he wraps his arms around you tightly as he buries his face against your neck.

The next morning you find yourself curled into Soap’s chest as he lays on his back, one leg thrown over his and your head resting on his chest. Your stomach rumbling with hunger “What do you want to eat?” He asks, his morning voice made thicker by his accent.

You pretend to think, resting your chin in your arms over his chest “bacon and eggs”

“Oh aye, my girl wants bacon and eggs?” His arms tighten around you, holding you close. My girl, he calls you like it’s the most natural thing in the world “and what do I get in return?” His eyes glint as he smiles.

“Round two?”

Soap rolls the two of you over, laughing as he starts to lay kisses all over your face and neck “works for me”

[eraserheadswatching]

Izuku talking to the Vestiges: so what was your favorite moment before you died? It has to be the closest to when you died though.

Nana: my very last moments when I flipped off All for One and gave a sassy hair flip, just before he crushed me with a giant bolder.

Banjo: That one time when I dropkicked All for one using my blackwhip

2nd, still in the corner: I made All for one cry once

Yoichi: when I escaped the vault and left a recording of my voice that was triggered by the vault door opening that had me cursing him out and telling him that next time he wants to keep someone in a vault to take care of their mental state too, because I'm coming for him.

Everyone: silence

2nd: when did this happen?

Yoichi: I had it recorded for a while, it was supposed to be either for my funeral or for a last message when i got out sort of thing. I set it up while you guys were getting some stuff to take with us back to camp but I had almost nothing to pack so I just did that and then shoved everything I owned into a bag.

Izuku: that sounds fun.

Aizawa, walking in on the conversation: Izuku who are you talking to?

Izuku, looking him dead (haha) in the eyes: dead people. They are talking about the best experiences they had before death.

Aizawa, tired: and why does that sound fun?

Izuku, forgetting to give Aizawa context: well, the one who is all for one's brother left him a voice recording telling him off once he was able to escape the vault he put him in, that's what sounds fun. Not being in the vault, but the voice recording.

(I will let you continue this before I get out of hand and use too much space for the ask space to handle)

(im just laughing my ass off at this it's funny as fuck thank you for the ask!)

aizawa sitting down next to izuku : okay so... what else was the others best moments?

izuku : nana flipped him off and did a sassy hair flip! Banjo drop kicked him with the help of blackwip! second made him cry! ans ofc yoichis! so someone else go!

aizawa pale : how did they die again?

izukj : all for one. they all died to him apart from the 4th!

aizawa : Oh....

en: I mean I told him to go suck a rubber duck before throwing a bunch of them at him..

izuku snorting laughing : YOU DID WHAT?

aizawa : what they do?

izuku : en threw a bunch of rubber ducks at all for one while telling him to go fuck himself with them!

aizawa chucking : okay that's good.

third : I gave him a clone nose and wig and told him to go be with his brethren

izuku : WHAT... HAHAHA FUCK OFF REALLY?

aizawa : care to share?

izuku : pffttt 3rd gave him a clown nose and wig and told him to be with his brethren!

aizawa snorting a little : pfft that's amazing

izuku nodding : well now I feel like I gotta step up when I die.

aizawa : no.

one for all users : absolutely not.

izuku : dahm shut down so fast....

[oliverreedmasterass]

My GVF Predictions for 2024

Sam will attempt to grow a beard similar to George Harrison circa 1970. He'll nearly get there, but when he starts braiding it, his friends and family tell him to shave it off

A new music video will come out for either Sacred the Thread or Farewell for Now out of the literal blue

videos of Danny singing Bon Jovi in a Nashville karaoke bar will unearth

Josh will get another piercing

GVF will issue an apology, revealing that they accidentally deleted the files for the Broken Bells music video

Jake will commit to speaking in nothing but latin for an entire interview

Some cryptic sign will be dropped that Oliver Reed isn't dead

Something's gonna come out of that mystery song that they've been playing during their jam sessions on stage, I swear

Josh is gonna try to bring back shoulder pads and he may or may not pull it off

At least a few members of GVF will accidentally make their way into the background of a Mastercard commercial like Michael Clifford did in 2014

Danny will get another tattoo of something goofy, like a frog playing a banjo or a dorito bag

Sam will want to get a tattoo too, but talk himself out of it while it's happening so he's left with a dot tattooed on him, which he calls a freckle tattoo

GVF will release a new curated spotify playlist, but it's just Nicki Minaj's Pink Friday album

Josh will tease a new short film about space pirates with Jake cast as the evil, latin-speaking three headed villain

New outfit debuts all around for the next leg of the Starcatcher tour, including more capes, more sparkles, and more chains

Josh has spent their entire break trying to figure out how to apply pyro to his microphone so he can shoot shit out of it, which he will test during their next performance

GVF holiday single drop, but they're all giving their worst Frank Sinatra impression and it's a clusterfuck

[fiddlefords-inbox]

"THIS IS A STICK UP; PUT THE GUN IN THE BAG- Oh, shoot- I forgot the bag- Um- HAND OVER THE MEMORY GUN!"

what!? no! I ain't just handing you over my most prized possession (besides my banjo of course...) I need this!

[blenselche]

They duck into the tree and Finn sets their catch down near the pantry, when he turns back around Huntress Wizard is holding a glowing hand out to Fern’s forehead with a sneer.

“Hey! Heyhey no,” he rushes to its side, curling an arm around its shoulders as he pushes her arm down. “What the heck, HW?”

“It is dangerous,” is all she says.

“No- no, no he’s not. Come on,” he herds Fern upstairs.

“You’re enabling it, you’ll never not be cursed if you don’t let me work!” she calls after them.

“I never said I wanted that!” The door snaps shut behind them. “Dude, what was she trying to do?”

“Put me to sleep,” Fern drops their bags and kicks the space heater on. “I am like this for less time that way.”

Finn sits in the recliner, setting the banjo that was on it across his lap. “I’m starting to understand why you’re so insecure about what you are, if that’s how she reacts to it,” he murmurs to himself. “You should move in.”

“Compare this to my old space, I’d rather have a window, even if my roommate wants to put me down.” It collapses back on the bed and grows widely, sinking its roots into the floor.

“No, I mean move in-move in.” Fern’s head raises from the mattress to look him up and down. “We don’t use the jail,” Finn explains.

Its face disappears again, thumping back into the moss, mammal brain trickling back through to the front of his consciousness making him drowsy. “I’ll think about it.”

Finn sighs and sluggishly plucks at the instrument, hand curling to claw hammer over the strings deftly, metal fingers adding a twang along its frets that’s pleasant and reminiscent of slide guitar.

“Oh, weird.” Finn laughs.

“What?” Fern sits up on his elbow.

“I know how to do this,” Finn says, voice thin and a bit spooked.

“I don’t understand.”

“I shouldn’t.” Finn looks up at him quickly before staring down at himself as chords and roll patterns come to him instinctively. He stops. “I, uh, oh man,” he chuckles, “that’s freaky. Like hopping back on a bike, except I’ve got weird amnesia and didn’t even know I could ride one.”

―keep yourself ch 3

[thislovintime]

Photographed in 1979 for the Los Angeles Times.

“After I left the Monkees, I went through an identity crisis right away. I called up Dick Clark and said, ‘Put me on the road.’ He said, ‘Get a hit record; nobody will recognize you.’ I went, ‘What?’ That was so staggering to me that it completely stopped me cold. I thought 37 promoters would be dying to have me perform.” - Peter Tork, The Los Angeles Times, January 21, 1979 “The Great American Food and Beverage Company is an institution […]. The drunken UCLA fraternity jocks at the next table were throwing their ribs at each other as a waiter in his 30s, older than the others, made his way to the podium, banjo in hand. He seemed strangely familiar in an unusual outfit whose suspenders gave him a whimsical air. He was very thin, with an angular, almost bony face and straight, mid-ear length dirty blond hair that was parted in the middle. But he also had a mustache and bags under his eyes that didn’t seem quite right. As he began to sing, the boys from UCLA continued to throw their bones. The waiter muttered something obscene and stepped down, making way for a raucous busboy act more suitable to the prevailing mood. […] In the meantime […] his showbusiness career still consists of The Great American Food and Beverage Company, where he has worked since last summer. ‘It’s something to do with my hands while I’m waiting,’ he said. ‘It’s a place where you’re allowed to sing, and everybody uses it to keep their chin up while waiting for their big break — like ‘The Gong Show’ or something.’ A touch of bitterness there, again. ‘It’s just that the people don’t shut up (at the restaurants). I wish they would. You basically have to drown them out. But… it is a chance.’ With that, Peter Tork picked himself up to go to work. It was his turn to wash dishes.” - article by Steve Sonsky, The Miami Herald February 18, 1979 “[While working at the Great American Food and Beverage Company in 1979, Peter and Danny Carey] played one of Michael Nesmith’s songs [together], called ‘The Girl That I Knew Somewhere.’ [Peter] played piano, I knew the guitar parts, and he and I sang it together, and we were really rocked it down, we knocked it out of the park. It was a lot of fun. I worked with him just before I joined [a band]. And he was very happy for me that I got a record deal. (laughs)” - Danny Carey, Tales of the Road Warriors, 2019 “I worked with Peter in the mid seventies. A kinder, gentler, gracious and giving human being you could never find. His sense of humor and positivity was a gift to all of those lucky enough to be around him.” - D J Barker, Facebook, February 13, 2023