#brooklyn folk

[shadowpuppetteer]

Hellooooo i just wanted to pop in and say I love your art. Been on a Gargoyles binge lately, shortly after finally watching ROTTMNT all the way through, and I especially love the crossover stuff you do with those two properties. I feel like usually I see Gargoyles crossovers with 2003 TMNT instead, which i still love, but its fun to see the clan with the more modern turtles instead! ❤️

Thank you so much! Yeah I got started with the 2003 TMNT as well and will always have a soft spot for it, but for some reason ROTTMNT just hit me different. Maybe cause it has a bunch of the same tropes that made me adore Gargoyles?

Regardless both have such good characters, stories, and go full on in their sincerity for each series 💜💚

I honestly could make a whole list of similar tropes and archetypes these two series have, but I'm just sticking with silly monsters who just wanna be accepted in our society for now.

[throatgoat4u]

see the thing is, i am obsessed with jake peralta, but he’s like such a chris. like him and chris are the same people. but im not a chris girl, IM A MATT GIRL. and personality wise, matt’s personality would hate jake peralta’s personality. and don’t get me started on my other man cardan greenbriar.

my mans 🤭🤤

should i start making stuff for jake as well???

[whereserpentswalk]

[pinkestpeony]

jude: i came here to say i’m sorry.

cardan: go ahead.

jude: no, that was it, i did it. i said i’m sorry.

jude: hey, i said it again. now i got one in the bank so i can do whatever i want.

[toointofiction]

✨Jurdan Core✨

[viivdle]

just gonna leave this here

little bonus cause i couldn't decide:

[always-reading-fantasy]

Cardan : We can make this work! We’re like Romeo and Juliet!

Jude : It didn’t work for Romeo and Juliet. The play ends in a tragic double suicide.

Cardan : That’s how it ends? Why do people like it so much?

[lumillsie]

ೃ⁀➷ main masterlist. *ੈ✩‧₊

ೃ⁀➷ THE TWILIGHT SAGA. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ THE HUNGER GAMES. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES.*ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ JAMES BOND. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ HARRY POTTER. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ GAME OF THRONES. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ HOUSE OF THE DRAGON. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ FROM. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ ELEMENTARY. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ CRIMINAL MINDS. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ BONES. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ CASTLE. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ GOTHAM. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ BROOKLYN 99. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ SHADOW & BONE. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ THE SECRET HISTORY. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ THE FOLK OF THE AIR. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ HOUSE OF HOLLOW. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ GLADIATOR. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ SQUID GAME. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

[nugothrhythms]

"Pray To Me" by Brooklyn, New York-based post-punk and cowpunk band Bambara off of upcoming 2025 album Birthmarks, to be released March 14

[extraordinaryhistories]

#26 - 'Bushwick Junkie' (non-album track, 2001)

Are you sick and tired of Sufjan writing so much about Jesus? Have you had it up to here with beautiful songs about theology and redemption and grace and creation? Are you starting to worry that I’ve been bought out by TBN? Fear not, friend. Here’s a song about a disgusting heroin addict from Brooklyn.

Every city has a Bushwick. You make small talk with the out-of-towner who’s here for the weekend, ask them whether they’re enjoying themselves, and where they’ve been so far, and whether they’re using the trains instead of those rip-off rideshare apps (you can buy a travel card from any convenience store and it’s so much cheaper), and why didn’t you come in springtime when the cherry blossoms are out? and oh you must try that bar on King Street, I’ve been to fourteen countries and never had a marg like the one they make, and then, after a small pause, you say oh, just keep away from THAT neighbourhood. That place is a shithole. It’s not really the case nowadays – as with the rest of Brooklyn, every corner now has a weed dispensary and the rents are $5,000,000,000 a month – but for a while there, Bushwick was THAT neighbourhood. Whether you wanted to shoot up or get shot up, unfairly or not, Bushwick was reputed to be your place.

Even acknowledging the existence of projects like The BQE, it feels slightly odd listening to a Sufjan song about an enclave deep in Brooklyn. Sufjan exists to so many of us as a voice of the Midwest, a conduit for the hopes, fears, history and optimism of America’s industrial heartland; why is he making songs about cynical, street-wise New Yawk? This is where context can help us. After graduating from Hope College (during which time he recorded A Sun Came), Sufjan moved to Brooklyn, where he would live for two decades. It is amusing to consider that Sufjan completed both Michigan and Illinois not in a quaint country farmhouse, as their aesthetics might suggest, but in a grimy studio apartment in Brooklyn. The man has made a career out of exactly that – reaching out to places that no longer reflect his current reality and trying to capture their souls. ‘Bushwick Junkie’ is unique in that for Sufjan, it reaches no further than his immediate surroundings, or very close to them.

Or does it? Sufjan would have been a resident of New York City for only a handful of months by the time he wrote ‘Bushwick Junkie’. As someone who at one point lived in New York (the state) for the better part of a year, I can understand the blind sugar rush that a change of scenery gives you, and the sense that you need to assimilate yourself there immediately – find all the local spots, know all the local lingo, reference all the local touch points. ‘Bushwick Junkie’ feels to me like the product of that expedited assimilation; the trouble is that ankle-deep immersion does not often produce good songwriting. We don’t know whether Sufjan actually lived in Bushwick, but based on these lyrics and the neighbourhood’s characteristics, I sincerely doubt it. Bushwick is a predominantly Latino community made up of Puerto Rican and Dominican Americans, the vast majority of which are kind, private working-class folks trying to make a living in one of the most difficult cities on Earth. It is much more likely that Sufjan was an outsider engaging in a sort of collective bashing of an area he barely knew.

If the word ‘bashing’ seems harsh, don’t take it from me – take it from the song. ‘Bushwick Junkie’ is oddly cruel to its protagonist, which is surprising from a musician who was developing songs like ‘Flint’ and ‘The Upper Peninsula’ around this time: sympathetic, understanding, mature odes to America’s forgotten citizens. The song lays out a story of a man who starts selling and consuming hard drugs for a variety of reasons, and all of them are self-obsessed. He wants to win back a lost lover (‘I was only making the move / Trying very hard to get back to you’, which opens the song), line his pockets (‘I was only breaking my back a while / To making money to be a cat a while’), and/or trying to fit with some conception of coolness (‘I was only chilling in style’).

You do not really get a sense that it matters which of these reasons is the most dominant, or even that our protagonist is real enough for any of that to apply. An older Sufjan, or one approaching this song with a degree of seriousness, might have explored the social and financial pressures that drive good people towards addiction, especially in areas that lack the support systems afforded to high-class Americans. This is not young Sufjan’s ambition for ‘Bushwick Junkie’ at all – the title itself, which reduces a complex human experiencing a complex situation to a simple bogeyman, should tell any listener what to expect, and the song’s lyrics confirm those expectations. Because no justification is more important for Sufjan here than the one constituting the song’s last refrain: ‘I was only trying to get high / Before the sunrise, before the dawn’. That’s all that junkies want, right? They’re getting high to get high. Not exactly a Requiem for a Dream-level observation there, but it’s the final one that ‘Bushwick Junkie’ offers.

Even this song’s musical composition takes the most obvious possible approach to the subject matter. Sufjan was clearly inspired by 1960s psychedelia in his approach to ‘Bushwick Junkie’, particularly in the Doors-aping, vaguely modal organ ostinato around which the song is anchored. We can be frank: between the organ and the lazily thrashed guitars in the chorus, this is Sufjan’s attempt at drug music – intended to remind the listener of Haight-Ashbury, all night love-ins, and the dissociative effects of hard drugs. It is interesting to hear a Sufjan take on this kind of music, and as we might expect from his early writing, it is very camp, which itself jells with the lyrical content (the phrase ‘making money to be a cat a while’ in particular is so jarring that it almost loops back around to being genius. Sufjan calling himself a slick cat – good luck finding that sort of ingenuity on Carrie and Lowell.) But it’s just not very compelling. Not even for the era. Once again: an older Sufjan might have done something more creative here, perhaps used a softer arrangement to underscore the story’s latent tragedy. Not here though. Young Sufjan is going to match his drug lyrics to some drug music, and there ain’t nothing you can do to stop him.

‘Bushwick Junkie’ ultimately falls a little short of what we have come to expect from Sufjan as an artist. You hear this song and cannot help but ask: what has this character ever done to you? Whose story is even told by a song like this? Whose needs are met? More bluntly: you are a transplant from Michigan, Sufjan. Every city has a Bushwick, but every city also has a lot of Sufjans, and Sufjans are the reason that house prices in Brooklyn are now so expensive that multi-generational families can no longer afford rent. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, but Sufjans create Bushwick junkies. There is nothing inherently unethical about transplanting – I want to move to New York someday too – but you can surely do better than writing a song like ‘Bushwick Junkie’ about the areas you are helping to gentrify. There is a lot we can excuse under the banner of camp, of course, but it cannot make ‘Bushwick Junkie’ any better rhetorically.

‘Bushwick Junkie’ is an interesting failure, though, and I am always down for an interesting failure. If you are going to write a song like this, do it as a throwaway for a 2001 Asthmatic Kitty compilation. Save ‘Romulus’ for Michigan. Good thing he always listens to my advice.

[hazyaltcare]

A playlist for an ADHD pluran who was influenced by crustpunk culture and is a co-host of a quoigenic DID system. A pluran who is also fictionkin, intoverted, loves gaming and also being a content creator, is interested in digital personas and has a tendency to escape into the digital world to help him cope with chronic illness and trauma. With additional themes of jokingly being both chronically online and young and dumb.

Tracklist:

Smash Mouth - All Star

Value Select, Lord Windemere - The Realistic Party

Oliver Tree, Little Big, Tommy Cash - Welcome To The Internet

Jreg - I Watch My YouTube Videos At 2x Speed

pewdiepie, Party In Backyard - Mine All Day

Witt Lowry - Tiny Shiny Objects

Eminem - Cum On Everybody

420 Unloveable, Splash Daddy, Okthxbb - Wii Tennis

The Happy Fits - Go Dumb

Pat The Bunny - I'm Going Home

Toby Fox - Dummy!

You can listen to it here.

Mod Haze (🎮Greyson)

(Creator's note under cut.)

Hey this is 🎮Greyson! I finally posted my playlist lolz. Anyways if you want, you can follow my personal @guapl0rd. Tbh though i post most often on our singletsona blog which is linked thru our mod page. If you're curious about my specific kins, I have them in the tags. Anyways i hope this playlist vibes with some people. Dont take it too serious! B)

[no--mourners--no--funerals]

i think its really funny that as i age and learn more about the world, i can assess the entire "lawyers are evil coke-doing monsters" arc from a more critical lens and go Actually haha. no!

like the line where jake says cops are a profession with a moral compass, unlike lawyers. hoooo boy, like i love the show. i wouldnt be binge watching it rn if i didnt love it.

but damn the copaganda.

it wont ruin the show for me, im grateful to now have the critical thinking skills i didnt have before and i will keep watching it.

but in terms of aging badly, b99 is like a hot dog in resin. its not decomposing and in most ways is beautiful and kinda cool.

but also, in some ways its preserved hot dog. which is gross.

[tevantarlos]

New Fics: 6/27/24 - 9/7/24

6/27/24: Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: No pairing, Linstead friendship Fic: No Place But Beside You

6/28/24: Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Linstead Fic: Some Love Never Dies Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Linstead Fic: Scary

6/29/24: Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Linstead Fic: Leap of Faith 7/1/24: Fandom: Queer as Folk (US TV 2000) Pairing: Britin Fic: Nothing's Ever Perfect

7/2/24: Fandom: Queer as Folk (US TV 2000) Pairing: Britin Fic: Anything for Love 7/3/24: Fandom: Queer as Folk (US TV 2000) Pairing: Britin Fic: Never Felt Better Fandom: Queer as Folk (US TV 2000) Pairing: Britin Fic: Tell Me Truly

Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: No pairing, Upzek friendship Fic: Let Go of the Past

Fandom: Queer as Folk (US TV 2000) Pairing: Britin Fic: Clinging to the Past 7/4/24: Fandom: Queer as Folk (US TV 2000) Pairing: Britin Fic: Buying Flowers

7/5/24: Fandom: Brooklyn Nine-Nine Pairing: No pairing, Jake & Rosa friendship Fic: No One Else But You Fandom: The Rookie Pairing: No pairing, Bradpez friendship Fic: You're An Idiot 7/8/24: Fandom: Queer as Folk (US TV 2000) Pairing: Britin Fic: Needing Each Other

Fandom: Silk Stalkings (TV 1991) Pairing: No pairing, LoLance friendship Fic: Until the End of Everything

Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Pairing: No pairing, Rollaro friendship Fic: Tomorrow Will Be A Good Day 7/9/24: Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: No pairing, Jeid friendship Fic: I've Got You 7/24/24: Fandom: 9-1-1 Pairing: BuckTommy/Tevan/Kinley/Kinkley Fic: How Lucky I Am to Have You

7/30/24: Fandom: Wildfire (TV 2005) Pairing: Krunior Fics: Simply Magical, Who We Used to Be

8/1/24: Fandom: Wildfire (TV 2005) Pairing: Krunior Fic: Simply Beautiful 8/15/24: Fandom: Wildfire (TV 2005) Pairing: Krunior Fic: Simply Sweet 9/4/24: Fandom: Bitten (TV) Pairing: Claylena Fic: Somewhere I Belong Fandom: Chesapeake Shores (TV) Pairing: Trabby (Trace/Abby) Fic: If I Had It My Way

9/7/24: Fandom: Sullivan's Crossing (TV 2023) Pairing: Caggie Fic: For You I Will Do Anything

[pinkestpeony]

taryn: i have some news.

jude: that locke is a korean toilet ghost? booorrriiinngg. we already knew that.

taryn: locke is dead.

jude: say what now?

jude: there is no way that’s true. as locke says when he sees deodorant, i’m not buying it.

jude: if he were dead, we would hear the sounds of children singing in the streets.

[lorbanery]

Watching Coyote Ugly for the first time since it was in theaters and wondering why I ever took this opening sequence seriously lmao

all the people acting like they're never gonna see the Protag again because she's moving to NYC, away from her home in far away SOUTH AMBOY, a town with its own train station with NJTransit trains running the 45 minute ride to Penn Station constantly from 3:30 AM to 11:30 PM that literally thousands ride back and forth every day because going into the city even just for a couple of hours is a normal thing to do in that part of Jersey ┗( T﹏T )┛

[burlveneer-music]

aja monet - when the poems do what they do - the poetry hits, the jazz backing from top players is a bonus

aja monet’s poems are a work of gravity. A surrealist blues poet, storyteller, and organizer born and raised in Brooklyn, NY, aja won the legendary Nuyorican Poets Cafe Grand Slam poetry award title in 2007. In 2018, she was nominated for a NAACP Literary Award for Poetry and in 2019 was awarded the Marjory Stoneman Douglas Award for Poetry for her cultural organizing work in South Florida. Her work moves, constantly, between origin and outcome, allowing them to exist in converse. In her debut album when the poems do what they do, releasing June 9 via drink sum wtr, we glimpse her indefatigable commitment to speak. Those thematic origins of this album at times center around Black resistance, love and the inexhaustible quest for joy. In when the poems do what they do, aja monet appears as a woman of letters and storm, her poems do not roar in pentameter - but rather in storm surge because, “Who’s got time for poems when the world is on fire?!.” And this work isn’t one to pull apart into one liners, these are poems of things felt. There is a fullness here that can’t be encapsulated in even the boundaries that language offers. aja is joined in effort on this album by musicians Christian Scott (trumpet), Samora Pinderhughes (piano), Elena Pinderhughes (flute), Luques Curtis (bass), Weedie Braimah (djembe) and Marcus Gilmore (drums). Together, creating music that is insistent and unrelenting. When you finally reach the end of this album, you are left with a similar feeling you get when heartbroken, the gravity of barrelling back down to earth, sopping wet with tears, out of breath, overcome with love, despair, hope, and all too aware that all of this, is over far too soon. When the poems do what they do, they do absolutely everything.