#further on up the road

[rastronomicals]

3:57 AM EDT March 26, 2024:

Steve Miller Band - "Further On Up The Road" From the album Bingo! (June 15, 2010)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: San Franciscan Psychedelic Blues

[the-wanted-man]

𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟 ℝ𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕤. 𝕊𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕥 ℙ𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕤.

𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎: ‘𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧 𝐔𝐩 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐚𝐝’ | 𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐑.𝐋.𝐖

"Remember tha' talk we had about runnin'? I might 'ave t'do that soon."

"…Is goin' wit' ya still on th'table?"

"Don' think I can let you join. Don' think this is something tha' I can come back from."

"Can't let me, huh?" He almost laughed. "I kin take care'a m'self. So gimme a better reason of why I can't go." The silence he got in return was enough to drive him mad, a sense of anxiety building before he finally spoke up again.

"I wanna know what changed. An' why yer pushin' me away alluva sudden?"

"I can' do this right now. I jus' can't fuckin' do this." The flurry of pitched voices echoing through her pearl told him she was in the midst of something. He knew she got overwhelmed easy, and he could hear the strain behind her words. He knew he wasn't selfish enough to push it and instead, he sighed and acknowledged defeat.

"…shore. Okay. Do what ya' gotta do."

Lawrence yanked the pearl from his ear and shoved it deep into his pocket, deciding a walk would do him better than standing in some musty corner around Pearl Lane. He was several shots deep from hip flask whiskey by the time he cleared the gates, pacing out towards the usual fights that kept others entertained but he couldn't focus on any of it. Not the bets or the brawls or any of the chitter-chatter that accompanied a crowd.

What remained on his mind was the conversation. It hadn't quite been an argument, but it had left him frustrated all the same. Goodbye had never been in the words exchanged, and yet it stood out like neon lights between the lines of all that had been said. He'd been catching the drift of it for some time, so he'd pushed where he typically didn't, simply wanting answers. In the end, he didn't get any. He supposed he wasn't obligated them either.

He took another long swig, doing his best to numb the odd repining of his heart and when he could finally get past it, he found himself looking out towards the horizon and all it had to offer and there he decided he was done. Fully done. Done with this place and its hold on him. Fed up with how he felt waking up with nothing to look forward to. He was tired of being a caged bird. He wanted to spread his wings, to fly. He wanted his freedom back.

So few things managed to quell his hatred for Ul'dah, nor his disgust at being chained to a place with no moral limits or care for anything other than coin. He felt contempt towards every aspect of being a link in that chain, taking orders from people who hardly worked a day in their life. Doing their dirty work, playing Syndicate Says just so he could do something other than rot away in a cell but in the end it didn't feel any different. He wasn't going to suffer it any longer.

He trudged sharoly back to the rented room he'd taken at the Quicksand, shoving all his things into a pack he kept by the door. Dusty clothes, a loose belt, a boot he folded over itself and shoved deep. Empty holsters missing guns he no longer had in his possession were placed away, knowing he’d need to recover the weapons at some point but not now. Now, he simply needed to get going.

Whatever was in his immediate vicinity was placed away without much care and with considerable haste. No rhyme or reason to how he packed or what, just a scramble of mixed emotions, loose items, and a ticking clock he knew he had to beat before he was called on again. Before he was summoned. He wanted to be on the road again, malms and malms away before that time came.

It wasn’t just that though, and he knew it. He’d rather be on the move than be left behind and if that was how things were to be then the road was where he’d remain. He was belly down against the rickety floorboards trying to swipe his remaining boot from under the bed when several soft knocks rung out from the door. He quickly pushed up, confused as to who might be checking in on him and fearing the worst, he plucked his knife from the nightstand and crept towards the door.

He jerked it open and there stood a man dressed in Blade’s garb, hands held up in surrender once he saw the hostile look in the cowboy’s eyes. He was quick to speak, voice a hushed whisper.

“Before you do anything, know I’m not here to stop you. I just want to speak. In private. Before anyone sees either of us.”

Lawrence poked his head out, looking left and then right. No immediate danger in sight, he grasped the man by the front of his rust red chain mail, and jerked him into the room.

“Fine then. Let’s talk.”

                                               𝕋𝕠 𝔹𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕...

[brick-wahl]

Robbie Robertson

One of my very favorite moments from The Last Waltz, with Robbie Robertson and Eric Clapton out front with The Band on Clapton’s live standby Further On Up The Road. Clapton’s in fine form but far too polite an Englishman to engage in a tawdry North American style cutting contest, but Robbie, raised in gritty roadhouses on both sides of the border, doesn’t know any other way and goes for the…

[dijidweeeb]

Motivational Music in the Morning ... #JohnnyCash, #FurtherOnUpTheRoad ... #AmericanV #aHundredHighways ... #BruceSpringsteen #Cover [Official Audio Track] (2006) #MMitM1

[magnusbae]

dream, the entirety of s01 

[reeama-the-mage]

The difference between the tragedy of Edwin's and Charles' lives and deaths and what makes Charles' much more compelling to me is that Edwin never had anyone he could trust: he grew up with distant parents who i imagine he saw rarely and could not confide in, then he went to school and was immediately recognized as other in a way he had not fully realized of himself yet and was killed for it, and then comes hell and well who can u trust in hell? Certainly not the things that chase you until your legs ache, and even if your compatriots in the whole ordeal are as innocent as you, trapped in the same technicality, what is the good of trusting them, when they are just as helpless as you?

But Charles? Everyone Charles was supposed to trust betrayed him. His parents were close to him, atleast somewhat, atleast his father was around enough to get sick of hearing owner of a lonely heart, and his mother was around enough to watch his father beat him and be silently horrified and ultimately not do anything about it, maybe she stepped in once and we just never saw it, but I wouldn't bet on it, Charles' mom is 'quiet' that's her defining feature to Charles not protective or gentle just 'quiet', then Charles gets to school and he is popular he has friends! He has people who care for him (or should maybe, as long as he's good at sports like he's needed to be) and then he stands up for one person, because he has always wanted to be good and maybe he trusts himself to do it just this once and his friends kill him and his own actions signed the death warrant and he cannot even trust himself to do the right thing properly (it never got better and then you died)

And maybe, maybe Edwin does it too, with less intention to hurt, and with less knowledge but Charles and Edwin trust eachother maybe more than anything (maybe Charles would sooner slip away from earth's gravity than stop putting his trust in Edwin who he thinks is good and smart and brills and aces) and maybe Edwin still looks at Charles trying to protect him after Charles has had maybe the worst week of his existence and says "that was a bit...... extreme" and Edwin still promises Charles can tell him anything while hiding himself in a way that makes Charles feel untrustworthy

So yeah I'll never stop thinking about the tragedy of Charles Rowland actually 👍 think about him with me

[clumsyexpression]

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚ dont sweat the petty stuff and dont pet the sweaty stuff ˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

⋆some annoying things that i've experienced but of course i use one piece men to interpret c:⋆

Mihawk

Mihawk, driving, and Y/N being a passenger princess or sumn: “Y/N, if you don’t get your funky, foul feet off of my dashboard..” “Oh look, you did an allegory, I learned that from one of your poems ♡” “….its alliteration”

Rosinante

“I mean this in the nicest way possible when I say I will smash your phone into smithereens the next time I can hear your phone through my calm sphere – particularly when your are on the OTHER SIDE OF THE HOUSE WITH IT ON FULL BLAST, SPEAKER BARELY HANGING ON THE LAST COIL OF LIFE AT 3 IN THE MORNING, WATCHING THE MOST OBNOXIOUS TIKTOK TO EVER BE CREATED ON THAT GOD FORSAKEN APP.” “….sorry I didn’t realize it was so loud…” Y/N opens the phone only for a shrill ‘oh noo’ to ring out,  causing Rosinante to yeet it on the ground as result, just like this ⇩⇩⇩⇩:

Oven

“Y/N, WHEN I WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT THE FOOD SPLATTER IN THE MICROWAVE, THAT DID NOT MEAN I VOLUNTEERED TO HEAT EVERYTHING IN MY MOUTH.” “…..” “AND YOU WILL  STOP THROWING RAW FOOD ON ME. I AM NEITHER A SKILLET NOR A GRIDDLE.”

Benn

*rapid succession of knocking on the bathroom door* “The faster you knock DOES NOT mean I will poop any faster!!” “…..” *rapid succession of open palm slaps against the door*

Shanks

“Calling me a stinky ass hoe and following it with ‘no offense’ is still pretty offensive, Y/N. I definitely took a shower this morning and even used a new 50-in-1 shampoo, sooo..”

Law

*Y/N takes a giant chomp out of kitkat bar* “I know you didn’t just eat that Kitkat bar like that.” “Give me a break, Law.” “Get out.”

Kid

Y/N patiently waits in the right-turn lane for the red light to turn green without a signal on through 2 traffic cycles and for at least 10 minutes until there is an opening to go. “Wait, you really did that?” “Did what?” “You Really Sat In This Lane, Only To Turn???” “Well, yeah, it’s the safest way to turn, especially at this intersection! ♡” “YOU REALLY SAT HERE FOR 3 HOURS WHEN WE COULD HAVE GONE FROM JUMP STREET????!” “I-its better safe than sorry, there’s still oncoming traffic when you make the turn-“ “JUST TURN.” “Only when the light is green for go and not red for stop!” Y/N’s driving privileges consequently has been revoked when driving with others

the intersection may or may not have looked like this btw: ↑  ↿↱   ↱

[bijoumikhawal]

something. Interesting to me is when human characters going up against a more powerful being (alien, divine, transformed human, etc) they use the phrase "we're like ants/flies/mice to them", not only to convey their comparative lack of power, but also to convey the disregard the being has for humans. Because it implies that the human norm is to disregard these creatures, or even dislike them, and doesn't really reflect on what that may imply about human cultures where that sentiment is indeed common.

It reminds me about how I was talking to someone at work and mentioned how much the bugs bother me at work because they get on my papers, and I have to smack my clipboard to get them off without squishing them. He immediately said something like "why? Squish them, they're annoying". It baffled me for a second, so I just told him I don't like to have stains on my papers, since that seemed like a reason he'd understand- but really, when I accidentally squish bugs while brushing them off, I feel bad. They aren't hurting me. They don't even comprehend that they're annoying or why.

[sleepinglionhearts]

It's all fun and games til you hit something you didn't expect in a construction zone and you pop both passenger side tires in what can only be described as the absolute worst occurence of fuckery you've encountered today

[nocturnal-phantoms-fandoms]

Okay well now I can't stop thinking about Sirius and Remus raising Harry, knowing slightly homophobic James probably wouldn't have been super okay with it. Discuss.

ok ok ok I have thoughts .

Sirius and Remus come out to James after Hogwarts (could be accidentally, could be on purpose after the wedding). Afterwards the things between them are weird and awkward, James is clearly uncomfortable even if he tries to hide it for Sirius’s sake, R & S are both heartbroken, its a mess.

But.

He comes around. He must come around because he names Sirius the godfather of his first and only son.

That means that either James or Lily are religious enough to want to christen Harry (or they could also be peer pressured by some remaining religious relatives? but thats rather unlikely bc in less than a year the only one left is petunia. and they dont care about her opinion. so.). And if they are religious and its important to them then choosing Sirius means quite a lot actually (not that there is anyone else James would rather choose. So i imagine that was actually in part his motivation to come around - so that Sirius could be his son’s godfather). It means they trust him to be closest (after a relative) person to their newborn child.

Sirius knows it and since he desperately wanted to reconcile with James he accepts the olive branch. Of course it doesnt erase the hurt but he believes thats the first step for them to be alright again.

Now as we established becoming a godparent doesnt equal being a child’s guardian. So if we have R & S raising Harry it means James and Lily chose Sirius to be a godparent and a legal guardian (but only Sirius*) (or they… kidnapped… Harry? I guess? (I dont really see how they could get custody of Harry otherwise so im gonna ignore that one for now))

So. I think Sirius is doing relatively alright with the “what would james think” thought. He was trusted with Harry, emotionally and legally, after all.

Of course he has his doubts along the way. He isnt sure he will fulfill his role as a godparent like he should (maybe he is not as religious as J&L were, maybe he is not even christian, maybe his family was religious and he is still dealing with the consequences of how that went for him). He isnt sure if he is doing a good job as a legal guardian/surrogate parent (he is a traumatized 22 year old). But even if he wonders if maybe he wasn’t the best choice, he has reassurance in the thought that he was chosen by James.

(even if james chose him still hoping he would find himself a nice girl before that)

Remus doesnt have that kind of reassurance. He is not the godfather, he is not the legal guardian* and he has a milion other reasons to believe himself less than and lacking. The internalized homophobia is strong with this one. He is terrified of being found out™ (by the neighbors, coworkers, Harry’s preschool teachers, the counter clerk). Maybe he insist they dont do groceries together (and it hurts them both). He doesnt have to insist on going separately to Harry’s doctor/healer/teacher appointments bc only sirius can go to them either way (and it hurts even more). He has even more doubts than Sirius about being Harry’s guardian bc he isnt even supposed to be there.

James was - apparently - fine with Sirius potentially taking care of Harry, but not with Remus. And if he wasnt okay with them being together, then surely he wouldn't approve both of them raising his child. (😈)

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*I think it would be very difficult for J&L to name two men living together as legal guardians in the 80s. Even if they wanted to.

[slytherinboysappreciation]

First update!!

Mattheo Riddle x male!Reader comfort fic coming out tomorrow! Be prepared for fluff, tears, and hurt/comfort 💛

[rastronomicals]

7:49 PM EST February 7, 2024:

Steve Miller Band - "Further On Up The Road" From the album Bingo! (June 15, 2010)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: San Franciscan Psychedelic Blues

[con-scene-core]

further context- i like the shapes of the boot on the left slightly better, but i like how the boot on the right is all leather, instead of a mix of leather and cotton. i would be wearing these for any boot wearing occassion, as doc martens and similar simply are not as comfortable nor as sustainable as i need. left boot is the Anne, right boot is the Rainey

[princehendir]

I don't even think the tree thing is true really I think that that's just something Furiosa wishes she'd done.

[youjustwaitsunshine]

Spent the day on a tour to the High Caucasus today, this is between Gudauri - გუდაური and the pass road to Stepanzminda - სტეფანწმინდა at the Russia-Georgia Friendship Monument. It's to be said though that to a lot of Georgians, "friendship" is not the word they'd associate with Russia, especially Soviet Russia for that matter

[metalcatholic]

It’s that time of year I guess! I had 5 turtle crossings all along the same road. Here’s 3 of them.