#dj set of the week

[nyancrimew]

ayoooooo, go listen to the set @sajjji and i made if u missed it

[colllateral2004]

Mark Ronson is like, on the perfect celebrity level. multi-millionaire with a great rep in his field of work so he can collab with pretty much anyone he wants to but also he can take the subway w/o causing any kind of fuss

[sw33thomealabama]

[petrock42clone]

Idk why but one of the teachers at my school looks and sounds almost exactly like DJ Professor K from Jet Set Radio. I swear every time I run into him I'm just expecting him to start randomly talking about graffiti gangs while Funky Radio plays in the background.

[cantankerouscatfish]

tried soldering a loose connection in that little cassette player and I just. can't. my hands are too shaky and the solder just was Not behaving.

I complained to my brother (via text) and he said to try plumbing solder. which we have at work bc I've used it. so. put the whole player back together just to plan on taking it all apart later in the week. okay. u_u

[daz4i]

i'm def doing it wrong bc the whole point of acting is to bring your own feelings into what the characters experience so you know how to express them. but i'm kind of going at it backwards bc. the reason i'm good at acting is i am simply autistic lol i was almost doll-like as a kid and didn't show emotions or talked much so i had to learn how to do it like others did and then start faking it. and that's what acting is 👍

[lazyflan]

I like to be as accurate whenever I write stuff, and there is something bothering me a lot with Octavio wears in his human form (in that one picture w/cuttlefish).

And I'm debating if what he uses is a kimono, a yukata or something else.

I think is a kimono bc it's more formal and with the context of him being the leader of the octolings in a political setting it would make sense.

But I'm never too sure lol

[clubatsumu]

went barhopping last weekend and the last club played central cee felt like such a proud mom when it came on

[you-will-return]

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[noxtivagus]

🫣 i'm too shy to talk abt this anywhere else so let me ramble a bit in tags bcs i'm rather giddy rn hehe

[aeolianblues]

Noah Kahan ended his headlining slot at the Rivière Stage at Osheaga festival in Montreal with Stick Season, bringing out Arlo Parks to sing half the song with him. Arlo had performed her own set earlier in the day on the Valley Stage.

[comradecowplant]

lol i have my first Cat People(tm) clients next week and the wife is is so funny & particular about them in ways that would easily become annoying if she weren't so nice & otherwise easy going, and even though there's going to be a bunch of unrelated hassle I'll have to be dealing with during this city job I'm excited to branch out and get my name as a multi-species animal whisperer more widely out :)

[stuntgirlatthevampiremansion]

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[inkskinned]

i have spent a few days listening to the music you like. you have a tattoo of the band's logo on your ribs. you got it when you were still kind of a kid. my first tattoo was a bird instead. i did the math - we got our first tattoos in the same calendar year. isn't that kind of cool.

my mom loves hallmark movies, so i grew up thinking love would look like a firework. it feels like one, after all. it's just that my house wasn't safe. i thought love was a weapon, could be pointed at your eyes. could lose a finger to it, or teeth. my father used to say passion is everything. i thought that meant constant fighting was a good thing. i thought that meant love looked like a week of bickering, because it was worth the the weekend's boombox apology. i thought quiet love was boring. i thought love had to blot out everything, compel the body and the mind like puppetry. i thought love looks like ruining your own dinner table - but at least you set a feast.

but love looks like a scarf. your hands smoothing it down my chest, being sure each of the edges are tucked in, worried about my asthma attacks being cold-activated. i race you while i'm wearing heels, you hold my hand to guide me downhill while walking my dog. we dance in my living room to waltz of the flowers, i show you how to hold your arms in proper ballet port de bras. you write a song about looking out of my window while the snow falls. i ask you to text my friends back while i'm driving. you play dj in the front seat. somewhere on route 93, we start murmuring about secret things.

oh. there is a difference between peace and dispassion. it was never that i feared quiet, it's that i didn't know what safe felt like. i liked the chaos because it was familiar, not because it was kind. i think i used to fear the word wife. i didn't like the idea of long, lonely days and being yelled at for small things. i didn't like the idea of sacrificing my one beautiful life.

you meet my friends and make a point to learn things about them. we both get excited about the other person's passions. you read my book for hours, squinting at the small words. i try to understand basic guitar information. we talk for four hours on the phone while i string together a garland. we talk for six hours while you write a poem. i save a pintrest tip for the summer about making paper kites. i plan us a week-long trip to maine, map out my favorite places for an eventual hike. you fall asleep on the ride home, and i turn down the radio so it won't wake you up. your quiet hands fold over mine.

when i look up, the stars are brighter. how carefully you've woven gold into the corners of my life. when i move, i feel some part of my soul reflected back onto you.

oh, love is not a net. it's a blanket.