#granted I'm on the US west coast but anyway

[femmesandhoney]

hiii idk if you’ve been asked this before but what is your favorite song on lana’s new album?? for me it’s definitely either margaret or the grants, also what is your favorite album of hers? cuz i’d say her most popular songs are from born to die (summertime sadness) and ultraviolence (brooklyn baby) (which are both amazing albums actually- old money/sad girl/cruel world/fucked my way to the top/black beauty etc and dark paradise/blue jeans/carmen/this is what makes us girls/ are definitely some of my favs of hers and all own my heart completely…) but also i feel like some of her other albums are so underrated.. i especially love chemtrails over the country club, (wild at heart is another all time favorite) honeymoon, and norman fucking rockwell. but yeah anyways i wanna know your opinions!!

to save you time im just gonna list some of my favorite songs off each of her albums, because i'm truly a fan of all her albums and music. ofc there are some albums and songs i gravitate to less frequently, but i still enjoy them lots. in no particular order,

born to die + paradise

lucky ones

american

this is what makes us girls

off to the races

lolita

without you

(okay i enjoy paradise a lot it seems lmao) i think born to die is somewhat underrated by new fans who just listen to the basics and don't actually give love and attention to all the other bangers, it's like a weird paradox on tik tok

UV

florida kilos

shades of cool

money glory power

west coast

i took longer to get into this album than you may expect. really caught me off guard sound wise after listening to BTD and Honeymoon. it's good, i'm in the mood for it more often than not, but i also wouldn't list it as the top of my list. i think a lot of "fans" of lana have this era of her locked in their minds and she fights to escape it. it's a curious album to me for that reason, i try to understand what's so intriguing about it to make people keep her locked in their minds as a young twenty something women in abusive relationships.

honeymoon

terrence loves you

god knows i tried

honeymoon

swan song

i personally think honeymoon is a no-skip perfect album, i really love each song and listen to it through and through. i took to this album immediately as a teenager and i find it so comforting. if i ever was held at gunpoint and told to for real pick a favorite album in its entirety, i would probably say honeymoon.

lust for life

in my feelings

white mustang

free

heroin

cherry

13 beaches

i took foreverrrrr to sink into this album, way longer than UV, i think it was my final mental block into becoming a solid fan of lana as an artist and not just her music. i began to appreciate her lyricism, her creativity, her commitment to be authentic in her art with this album and it carries me as a fan of hers today. the genre switch up from her other albums stumped me for ages and eventually i just sat down and listened to it on repeat until it was less intimidating and i could appreciate it in full. not her best album stretch or anything, but some amazing iconic and gorgeous songs

norman fucking rockwell

bartender (if i could marry a song, it would be this)

how to disappear

venice bitch

fuck it i love you

i really enjoy this album, but i actually don't gravitate to many of the songs as individuals. as a cohesive piece of art, it's insanely good. she should have won AOTY for it. no one is doing it like lana. she's always ahead of her time.

chemtrails over the country club

tulsa jesus freak (my beloved)

white dress

chemtrails over the country club

yosemite

dark but just a game

this album took me a bit longer to love all the songs, but lana is such a beautiful lyricist it won me over. i also think the first 3 songs on this album are probably her most perfect opening stretch. some of my all time favorite songs of hers, but the album itself i don't rank as my highest or anything

blue banisters

nectar of the gods (top tier)

wildflower wildfire

text book

thunder

black bathing suit

i actually really loved this album pretty quick, it's the sister to COTCC but it really does have a completely different vibe, idk how lana does it

did you know there's a tunnel under ocean blvd

taco truck x VB (i had this shit on REPEAT)

jon batiste interlude

kintsugi

A&W

i'm glad she's getting recognition for this album, it's sort of a cumulation of the journey she's had since chemtrails and i think it's such a solid beautiful work

[thewheelieweirdclub]

West Coast Mish

It had been a hot minute between biking missions. My knee had finally recovered from the buggery that was the Tassie Trail, and the iconic duo had a 4 day window in April, booked in months prior. What we were going to do with those 4 day was undecided until just a few days before. As mentioned previously planning is not our strong suit.

The Tarkine in the North West has been an alluring destination since I found out what it was. Australia’s largest temperate rainforest, home to Huon Pine and Tasmanian devils. I thought ‘what better way to soak up its beauty than ride through it’. Logistically this was going to be challenging as I wasn't keen on another hardcore bike packing trip just yet (the naughty knees were recovered, but probably not up to that kind of spanking). So it was decided we'd drive to Corinna, leave the car there, ride our roadies up to Arthur River, take on the 160km Tarkine loop, then ride back to Corinna the next day...easy right?

Let me preface this by saying this was a hilarious yet completely disastrous trip and literally nothing went to plan. Although in order for things to not go to plan there has to be a plan, of which there wasn't, so I guess that kinda checks out? or is that too many double negatives?

Day 1.

Big day ahead, so we meet at Sophie’s abode in Hobart at 5am, and after a few bike rack malfunctions we hit the road (not before a cheeky MaccyDs breaky). We're beyond excited to see what fuckery we get up to, and are chomping at the bit to get our butts on those bikes. Alas just out of New Norfolk Sophie’s bonnet starts emitting a kind of green hazy smoke (bugger). Concocting a new plan, I uber back to Hobes and pick up my car, swing around and head back to New Norfolk to pick up a Sophie, who has dutifully unloaded her car. We ditch her car and get back on the road... a mere 3 hours behind schedule, mind you. It was here that Sophie came up with the phrase that would be the theme of the trip, 'adapt and overcome.' Too bad I couldn't remember it for love nor money...

We picked an arbitrary time of 2pm, “As long as we're off by 2pm”. This was completely misguided and a gross underestimation of what the upcoming 110km gravel ride would entail. Now the reader may be asking, why road bikes? Why would someone ride a road bike along an unsealed road in the middle of the Wild West? Roads so filled with corrugations and pot holes, so steep they'd make even the grittiest of gals get off and push? I actually don't have a clue, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

We ride the Fat Man across the Pieman River and pack up the bikes, ready to metaphorically ‘fuck this puppy’. It's here that Sophie and I have our friendships first somewhat terse moment. Whilst Sophie is a stop-and-smell-the-roses kinda gal, I'm more of a let's-get-this-show-on-the-road-STAT kinda gal. Poor Sophie felt pressured by my impatient huffs and sighs, standing there just staring at her waiting for her to do just something, anything! Granted this serves no one, and I learnt a valuable lesson in patience that afternoon. At 2pm we hit the old gravel road and were soon greeted with hill, after hill, after big motherfucking hill. It rained, a lot, but whilst our knicks were sodden, our spirits were not dampened. That was until we did a casual watch check. We had been on the road for just over three hours and we'd covered a meagre 38km and 1400m of elevation (Just your average Kununyi summit). Anyway this realisation had us both in absolute stitches because it was nearing 5pm, about to get dark and we still had nearly 70km to go....big LOL. I don't know what was so funny about this situation, but it was just so classic Sophie and Sammy we could do nothing but laugh. Ever the optimists, we calculated that we had covered the majority of the vert for the day already, so that was a small win.

Sophie's life flashed before her eyes when a suicidal wombat kamikazed out onto the road, she clipped its thicc rump with her front tyre, both lived to tell the tale.

The sun left us, the rain did not, we pumped some classic drum-n-bass and got on with the task at hand. The rest of the day kind of just flew by as they tend to do when you're in the zone, with your best mate, grinding out in a magical part of Tasmania. I mean I think it was magical but it's hard to tell when the sun sets just after 5pm.

We had a few realisations in these hours of grind. 1- That we were heinously remote 2- that we were heinously unprepared (I hadn't thought to bring a jumper or bike lights and neither of us had shoes aside from our bike shoes- WHO DOESN'T BRING SHOES AND A JUMPER TO THE WEST COAST FOR FUCKS SAKE) and 3- "You can't die of exposure if you just keep riding." Anyway, writing this I feel like the ultimate Hubbard, in fact its kind of down right dangerous to behave the way we do. But with each adventure/failure is a lesson learnt, and we're damn lucky to be sitting in our cosy living rooms writing in retrospect about our silliness.

Anyway, 5km out of Arthur River Sophie’s light dies (of course it does), so we're led by the head torch I've borrowed off her that is quickly dimming. We make it into town just gone 10pm, exhausted, exhilarated and excited for a shower (bike packing with a touch of luxury). We're feeling particularly smug too, who needs specific gravel bikes when a roadie can get you 110km through some pretty hairy roads without a single puncture?! ohhhh you sweet silly summer girls, how little did you know…

We eat our slightly grim dehydrated meals and get our butts into bed. We'd booked an Airbnb with two rooms but we're both so obsessed with each other we chose to sleep in the same one.

Day 2.

The OG plan for today was ambitious, and after yesterdays antics, we knew we didn't have it in us to make the 160km Tarkine loop. Despite this being the whole point of the trip, we actually do know where to draw the line sometimes, and decided on a more manageable 70km loop. 5km on our way north, I am blessed with my first ever puncture. First ever! Lucky I had my spirit puncture guide by my side. With her instruction and a few big LOLs, some pissfarting around and an hour and a bit later, I got the job done. Back on the road we go, and by this time our motivation for even 70km had seriously waned and our smugness over our lord roadies was diminishing. The constant rain and grit from yesterday had coating our chains in cement, leaving the bikes and riding feeling horrendous. We set our sights instead on the beautiful town of Marrawah, a mere 10km away (oh how the mighty have fallen). Marrawah was absolutely stunning, we rolled through some gorgeous greenery down to the beach and set up shop for some lunch. The sun even graced us with her presence and I decided a non negotiable nude swim was on the cards. We tootled down to the end of the beach where we stripped from our stinky knicks and dashed into the surf, no better feeling. After another prolonged lunch break we'd earned a stout at the local. All in all a minuscule day of riding, but I guess it's not about the distance covered but instead- the good times (of which there were many).

This got us back to our accommodation at a fairly early time. Neither of us are able to sit still for any amount of time, therefore it was decided now would be the perfect time to learn to twerk via some YouTube videos. I'll spare you the details but we'd best stick to being health professionals/bike riders because Beyonce aint calling us up any time soon.

Day 3.

The day to end all days. We set the alarm for 5am knowing that we had a gravelly gritty day ahead. We were out the door pre 6am, which for my Sophie girl is a rapid turn around and I was ever so proud.

With the sun rising after 7, we had a blissful hour of night riding which was a supremely pleasant experience. Dead quiet sealed roads while the sun rose over the somewhat barren west, was a dreamy start to the day. We soaked up those 30km knowing that would be the last road for a while, with the rest of the day entailing the aforementioned gravel beast…

The first hills came quickly while we made bets on how many cars we would encounter that day, I think I went with 4 and Sophie 7. The first of these cars was some kind of zooped up lift kitted 4WD filled with tweens drinking XXXX. They were baffled but appeared completely delighted at happening upon these two loony gals. Poor Sophie was a tad behind on a particularly piggish hill and was bombarded with question after question from these boys (as they drove next to her going 7km/hr) on what we were doing here and did we want a lift and were we SURE we didn’t want a lift?!!? Sophie also got offered a coldie, which at 8am on a 14% incline was an easy but respectful decline. Off they hooned and Sophie was one closer to winning today’s car bet.

Not far into the grav section and both Sophie’s front AND back breaks start failing… fuck. This is not an ideal situation as the road was incredibly undulating and as one can imagine rather terrifying without a mechanism to stop yourself. Ever the optimist sophie decides that the best way to stop is to drag a foot along the ground and then worst come to worst yeet herself off into the bushes. This goes incredibly poorly, she hits a particularly techy patch and with no way to slow down hits a large rock and does herself a cheeky burst puncture. She dutifully changes the tyre whereby she pinches the next inner going in, and has to do the whole thing over again. Good lesson learnt. We whip out a bag of Percy Pigs (all the way from England, thank you Sally-Anne Malone you’re a true god send). I wonder if anyone’s ever eaten Percy pigs on the west coast of Tasmania before? And off we roll once more!

Both of us are feeling physically very good, legs are fresh and we’re keen to make it back to the car in good time. However we start mumbling about the mechanical issues, and at what point we need to start thinking a little more seriously about safety. We laugh and decide we’ll keep going “until the next mechanical.” “The next mechanical” was a mere 3km down the road whereby I get my first puncture for the day. This wasn’t a serious enough mechanical so we laughed it off, changed the damn thing and away we went. About 30 minutes later I got another flat, ya kidding me right now? I checked to make damn well sure there wasn’t anything stuck in the tyre, patched the flat because at this point we were long out of spare inners and off we set…again. Alas, the road had other plans, and a few kilometres later I had ANOTHER flat. Did I mention it’s pissing with rain, and as I’m trying to patch repair this one it’s getting wetter and increasingly more difficult for the sticky patch to adhere, I pinch puncture it again on the way back in (turns out I also still have a bit to learn). By this point a few more cars have passed us, we have 35km to go and have started to have more serious chats about what the fuck to do. Our patch repairs are not holding, and therefore I’m left with a nonfunctional bike. Neither of us are quitters but the option at present is to start walking the 35km or to get the thumb out and hitch. Eventually we agree to say at the same time we’ll try and get a hitch. And lucky enough half an hour later a Ute and a shiny looking car with Melbourne plates stops. We chuck our bikes in the Ute and the kind Melbourne people lay a tarp across the back seats for us (we look a bloody state by this point). And just like that we’re back in Corinna.

Wowee what a journey! Not what we set out to do but my god it was an adventure. You can get hung up on achieving your goals but then anything else can be viewed as a failure. And when I look back at this trip I don’t think of failure, I think of hectic times in the wilderness just figuring it all out with my pal. We learnt a lot about gear, safety, resilience and the power of a positive attitude. We stuck together, made decisions together and had a metric fuck tonne of fun together…mission accomplished.

ADDIT: you’ll be pleased to know since the writing of this blog both authors have invested in gravel bikes. HOLD TIGHT.

[the-firebird69]

There's a few other things happening one of them is John Green the Lord is on trial and he's on trial by the Max and for crimes against them and he's a real son of a gun that guy is an a****** there are cases that we put forwards that are going to court tomorrow and right now the courthouse is supposedly closed the parking lot's full of people going to the memorial and it is a memorial for people from punta Gorda who went to Vietnam and our son says there's a lot of people for war that was supposed to small and it adds up all over the place and it's true too right here it's like 35,000 people and that's how many people lived here practically and it's absolutely true granted about half of them were in and out said they passed away and all sorts of dumb s*** but that's what they do so we are aware of that but it is why it's full and it is full of warlock and they did expect to return from it. Meaning they wanted our son to go berserk and what I say is it's expensive then they start saying that Mac had us take over companies in order to grab us and stuff when they want to be the boss and it makes no sense they're getting a lot of trouble for saying that and asking for it to be published nothing to do that annoying to people pissing a lot of people off today and it's going on all day long and they don't know what they're talking about with a lot of stuff and they don't know what they're doing and they are getting hit quite often but there are implications for what they're doing here they are noted as terrorists and they're noted as enemy aggressors and they are wanted people tons of people don't want them at the memorial because it's mostly not them and it's identities that they assumed and they're saying this too if you don't leave we're going to arrest you if you show up there and say that you are these people out loud and they're saying it and they're pointing out that that's their name and stuff like that and their family and it's very gross.

-we haven't got time to tell you you thought they were nailing us too they've got huge mouths.

-there's an action going on in the upper Midwest they are attempting to get the necromonga ships and they're going after them very hard and Max wanted to and they have the advantage and they're seeking them with ground forces thus far they lost about 7 trillion and about 50 trillion to lining up and that's a lot if they lose them they'll be a mess Exodus

Thor Freya

That's a lot to line up all at once but I'm looking and it's true

Hera

We do see the numbers are getting there it's now 25 trillion and increasing and it's not stopping once it hits about 35,000 we are going to sound a massive general alert because we do know what will happen as a matter of fact we're going to send you evacuation orders immediately for them to leave immediately from the east and west coast if there was all right Lester spice on assignment or military they get different instructions I'm pretty sure they were not there but we're going to do it anyways and we're sending a general alert out to the rest of the globe

Olympus

[captainsolocide]

tbh the difference between "not liking" and "hating" seems a bit like semantics, but whatever king go off! also never said that they wanted each other dead?? not sure where you got that from. maybe from the panel you pulled up where Agent says he'll kill Clint?

a "bad-tempered asshole" who has "a good nature" seems like an ignorant contradiction at best. this is another thing that's bothered me about some the 90s comics, cause for awhile it felt like they were writing US Agent to be unlikable on purpose (to what end I have no idea) and then there's this turn around where he's suddenly being redeemed after...like no actual change in his character? very strange to me. I've always seen him as the more extreme version of cap, how quickly patriotism can turn into nationalism and extremist thinking, but again I'm only up to the Crossing and I haven't cared enough to read any of his solo comics that Clint isn't in so maybe I am missing something.

I am very aware of Clint's arc after Bobbi's death, but thank you so much for condescendingly explaining that to me! with screenshots of the comics! I would like to point out that Agent only goes looking for Clint because of how angry he is that Clint had supposedly "abandoned" the wca/force works, and his plan is to force him to come back to LA so he can face some kind of punishment for his actions. it is absolutely not because he cares about Clint. that might change after he actually talks to Clint, but that's not his intention going in.

completely disagree on that reading of their relationship, sorry dude. I see it more as "two coworkers who barely were able to work with each other without trying to fight every two seconds are now kind of bonding/seeing each other's point of view." there's definitely a little bit more respect between them after Agent tries to find Clint (hell, he even agrees with Agent and decides to come back to the west coast) (briefly) (he's so impulsive 🙄🙄) but, again, I would not call them friends after this.

again, thank you so much for re-explaining an arc I clearly already know about! cause I referenced it! what else would I have been talking about?

the hell do you mean he only has a connection with John? he and Wanda started on the Avengers with each other, they're both advocating for him on the page you pulled up! and later he calls in Jim, (who I may add has a much more authentic friendship with Clint as we see it develop through Clint's second limited series, the Vicious Circle arc, etc.) who also has a strong connection with Clint. I'll grant you he eventually helps (HELPS cause Jim is also there rescuing Clint) get Clint away from Tony and Cybermancer, but at that point that's really the bare minimum he can do.

I feel like this arc would've been much better if it felt authentic; either they still don't like each other and Agent protects Clint anyway cause he's able to separate his personal feelings about Clint from what he knows is right, or they take the time to actually develop this friendship they want so bad. Instead we get something that feels as unnatural and random as Moonraker joining Force Works (that's a joke btw please don't explain to me what that's about because I know <3) and it just takes away from the impact of Agent's decision.

me when comic writers pretend two characters have been really good friends for forever when they actually hated each other for years and have only just recently started to be civil for each other, but ig for plot reasons they need to be besties??? idk this is about us agent and clint during the crossing event cause wdym tony is leveraging their "friendship" so he can frame clint for murder? what friendship bitch??? I mean ik they've been getting along better recently but I don't think it was ever deep enough to be a friendship???