#socor

[jujulsbp]

SOCORS! ja disponible! <3

[b-b-o-b]

2024.10.30(水) SOCORE FACTORY

MAIKA pre.「POWER PLANT 3」

Droopys

the booing battle of bounds

モラトリアム

ショーウエムラ

THEジャキーンズ

Open 18:00 / Start 18:30

Adv ¥2,500(+D) / Door ¥3,000(+D)

[humanaaa]

Semana que vem eu vou ter aula de Fundamentos matemáticos para computação e Cálculo 1 e Arquitetura de Computadores eu estou com medo

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Febuwhump Day 2: Solitary Confinement

Content warning: implied self harm and finger gore (not shown, but implied to happen in the future), manipulative Whumper

It had started out easy enough.

“Cut a lock of your hair for me, any size will do, then throw the scissors out of your reach,” Whumper had ordered. And it was barely an order at that. There was no command behind their tone, none of the threat or menace Whumpee had expected when they’d walked in. They were almost polite. They almost seemed innocent, as if they weren’t the one holding Whumpee captive.

It was bizarre, and that itself should’ve been terrifying. But the apartment toothlessness had given Whumpee a surge of confidence they wouldn’t have had otherwise.

“I don’t-…N-no. I won’t…” their refusal was just as weak as Whumper’s command. Hesitant and flinching, waiting for the moment Whumper dropped the facade of politeness and lashed out. They clutched the scissors they’d been given, dull and harmless as they seemed, like a weapon.

The consequences they expected never came. Whumper didn’t hit them or lash out, didn’t so much as glare. Whumper only frowned, soft and disappointed, and nodded. “I perfectly understand. Take your time; I can wait until you’re ready.”

And then Whumper had left. And they didn’t come back.

Whumpee had been relieved at first. Anything was better than the looming presence of their captor, and silence simply meant they weren’t being hurt. They’d be safer alone. Why would they want to see Whumper?

They spent several days alone in their cell. Searching for a way out, praying someone would find them. They’d hoped that they could use the socors to their advantage, to pry the cain on their leg off, then somehow break the hinges of the door. But the scissors only clinked uselessly against the metal, too dull to do anything.

After days of solitude, Whumpe had nothing to show for it. They only had a dark, empty room and themselves.

Whumper still did not return. Food simply…appeared, slipped through a slot in the cell’s door while they were asleep. It was always the same meal; a loaf of bread and a single bottle of water. They’d never managed to catch Whumper doing it.

They were only able to remain terrified for so long. Without stimulation, boredom quickly eroded away at fear, pulling their attention away from a desperate need to escape to a desperate need for something to do. But there was nothing to do but wait, each second an eternity.

It was boredom, not threats or torture, that ultimately broke Whumpee’s defiance. Nearly a week into their captivity, Whumpee submitted to Whumper’s demands. Feelings of fear and relief rushed through their mind as they snipped a lock of hair, the scissors trembling in their grip.

Less than ten minutes later, the door opened. Whumper did not return to them with self satisfied smugness, nor anger at the extent of Whumpee’s resistance. Whumper simply smiled. An innocent, kind smile that almost made Whumpee forget why they’d been dreading seeing them again.

Whumper brought food. Actuall food, warm and filling like Whumpee hadn’t enjoyed since they’d been taken. Whumper served it with a smile, handing Whumpee a bowl nearly overflowing with thick broth, meat, and vegetables.

Whumper sat on the floor across from Whumpee, eating their food with polite, small mouthfuls. Whumpee could only resist temptation for a moment before doing the same.

The first bite was so delicious Whumpee nearly cried.

The pair didn’t sit in silence for long. Whumper spoke to them, pleasant, inane chatter that soundly nearly heavenly after days of silence. Whumpee found themselves clinging to every word. Not because they cared about the topic, not because they trusted Whumper. But because it was something different. It was something to do.

When the food was gone, Whumper began collecting their bowls, tucking them away in the now empty pot. They were preparing to leave, and that fact made Whumpee’s stomach drop out from underneath them.

Whumper handed them something before leaving. A dog collar.

“When you wish to see me again, click this around your neck.”

And then Whumpee turned without another word. Leaving Whumpee in the darkness, alone.

“Wait!” the words burst out of Whumpee before they could think. Whumper turned, already halfway through the door.

The collar burned in Whumpee’s hands. They hesitated.

Whumper frowned, shaking their head sadly. “Whenever you’re ready to see me again, you can. Remember that obedience brings reward. I’ll be waiting.”

And then they left. And they didn’t return until four days later when Whumpee clicked the collar shut around their throat.

It became a cycle after that. Whumper would make a demand, Whumpee would refuse, and then they’d both wait until solitude broke Whumpee’s resolve.

Whumper never threatened them. They only frowned when Whumpee refused, so sad and disappointed that Whumpee nearly felt guilt each time. But they were never forced to obey. It was only the fear of nothingness that convinced them to. It was only the offer of human company, a kind voice after weeks of silence, that compelled Whumpee to obey.

Soon, obedience felt like a small price to pay.

“Call me master.”

Six days. Whumper’s smile when they returned lit something warm in Whumpee’s chest.

“Remove all of your clothing and throw it out of your reach. Yes, all of it.”

Eight days. When Whumpee gave in, the replacement clothing Whumper offered was even warmer than what they’d thrown aside.

“Here, take this pill.”

Twelve hours. Whumper had brought them a blanket, warm and big enough for two. They snuggled together as Whumpee laid boneless in Whumper’s embrace, mind pleasantly numb. They never felt more content in their life.

Nearly twelve days ago, Whumper had given them another demand.

“Pick a finger of your choice, any will do,” Whumper had ordered, that kind smile still on their face as they handed Whumpee a butcher's knife.“And cut it off.”

Of course they’d refused. Of course they did, and they had every right to. It was an insane request. Utterly unthinkable. And yet Whumper’s frown still sent a jolt of guilt and terror through them.

They were shut into the darkness again. Each second felt like agony, knowing that relief was simply an action away. And the longer they sat, the heavier the knife felt in their hand.

They could feel themselves considering it, feel reason buckling under the threat of silence. For the briefest of moments, they considered tossing the knife out of reach, removing the temptation. But they couldn’t.

Whumpee turned the blade in their shaking hands, and they considered which finger they’d be willing to lose.

[thisporag]

eu = jejum

o resto do mundo: E SE A GNT FOR SAIR AGRRRRRR PRA COMER HEIN HEIN BO

🫡 se eu não for meu namorado não vai e ele sempre quer ir e fica irritado quando nego role (pq q gnt n sai mto de casa é trist)

vou fingir q comi e sair corrida

Status: SOCOR-

[interretialia]

socors

medius

sollers

sapiens

einsteinius

ultramundanus

stellaris advena

divinus

deus

ego

brainless

average

smart

wise

einstein

otherworldly

alien

god-like

god

me

(Versio Anglica.)

[deimosbreakfrost]

olha como uma UNICA BANDA me fez o que eu hoje eu sou

UM PUNK ANARQUISTA QUE USA DELINEADOR, BRACELETE, CABELO RASPADO, CORTUNO, REVOLTADO COM A VIDA, REBELDE E UM GRANDE LOUCO😞😞socor

obrigado green day eu amo você

MANO AGR QUE ME LEMBREI

Obg

aos mv's de Helena & i'm not okay (i promisse), i'm not a vampire, i write sins not tregedies e PRINICIPALMENTE ao de Jesus of suburbia

Aos albuns de American idiot, 3 cheers for sweet revenge, The Black parade, a fever you cant sweat out, the drug in me is you, TTLOTF killjoys, 21st century breakdown, saviors, the silver scream, fashionabely late, just like you, One-X, mesmerize, the best kind of mess, Colliding with the sky, dying is your lastest fashion e infinity on high por fazer eu ser o fdp que sou nos dias de hj💕💕/ affectionate

[satoshikurosaki]

"canal"@ Socore Factory

8月20日 (日) open 17:00

■料金

・当日 : ¥2,500 (D込)

・早割 : ¥2,000 (D込) ※17:00〜18:00 ご入場の方

・学割、トラックメーカー割 : ¥1,000 (D込) ※受付にて学生証提示、自分のトラックのURL提示

■予約アドレス

info@socorefactory.com

[jujulsbp]

!!!

[patsatshit]

「ずいぶん鮮明だった夢でも九年も経つと細部の不確かさが現実と変わらなくなるのを避けられない。明治通りを雑司ヶ谷の方から北へ池袋に向かって歩いていると、西武百貨店の手前にある「ビックリガードの五叉路」と呼ばれているところで、私は一週間前に死んだ篠島が歩いていた」。

これは保坂和志の長編小説『未明の闘争』の冒頭箇所からの引用で、この立ち上がり箇所に躓いたが最後、本書は永遠に読み終えることができなくなる。

(装丁の赤はまさに血の色よろしく！といった感じ)

私は一週間前に死んだ篠島が歩いていた、こんな気色の悪い日本語はついぞ聞いたことがない。助詞の使い方がおかしい、変だ、と追求することは容易いが、では正しい助詞の使い方とはどのようなもので、実際その正しさなるものは、この保坂の文章に対して有効にあてがうことが果たして本当に可能なのか？助詞がどうのこうのいう以前に、このセンテンスにはいくつもの時間軸が折り重なり、しかもぐちゃぐちゃに崩されたジェンガのようにとりとめのない様相で横たわっている。言ってしまえばガルシア・マルケスの『百年の孤独』のラストシーンが丸ごとすっぽりこの一行に内包されていると言っても過言ではない。「私は歩いていた」「一週間前に死んだ篠島」「私は死んだ」「篠島が歩いていた」このように文章を細切れに分断したところで何も解決しないし、ただひたすらに「一週間」という残酷とも形容できそうな時間の堆積だけが読者の肩に重くのしかかる。ゆえに僕は本書が刊行された2013年以降、10年の月日が経過したいまもこの先の展開をまったく知らない。読み進めようとも思わない。それはそれでかまわない、何ら問題がないと思っているのは極端に偏った僕の考えなので、読書家の方々からバチボコに非難されても「ごめんなさい、阿呆なんです」としか言いようがないし、最初から反論する気もない。本書に限らず保坂の長編小説を最後まで読み通せた記憶がそもそもない。もちろん保坂の作品はリリースされたら必ず購入し、夢中になってページをめくる。しかし『カンバセイション・ピース』も『朝露通信』も内容をまったく覚えていない。言うまでもなく途中で放り投げたからだ。例外的にデビュー作の『プレーンソング』だけは再読を繰り返し、その都度、読了している。保坂はどの作品に於いても女性を性的な視点から舐めるように観察し、男たちの「ちんちんがあるがゆえの」どうしようもなさを滑稽に書き連ね、猫や風景を偏執狂的とも言える筆づかいで精緻に描写する。これはデビュー作から一貫していることで、あえてイジワルな言い方をすれば、書きたいことは「それしかない」ということになる。一般的に難解と思われがちな保坂の文章自体は、決して読みにくい訳ではない。むしろどちらかと言えば取っ付きやすく、何も考えずにスラスラ読める。ところが至るところに『未明の闘争』の冒頭部のような躓きの石が無造作に設置されているので、まんまとそれに蹴躓いたら、やはりどうしたって先には進めない。だから僕はこの10年間ずっと飽きることもなく《私は一週間前に死んだ篠島が歩いていた》を執拗に��みしだき、もはやとっくに味もしないのにねぶり続けている。そして舌先に残った異物感を自分なりに抽出し、何の手がかりもないままに自らもペンを取り、小説を書く。要するに「保坂和志の著作で最も好きな作品は？」と聞かれても、僕には『未明の闘争』の冒頭部としか答えようがない。それにしてもどう考えたって保坂の文章や小説の世界観はいまのフェミニズムと相性が悪いように思うのだけれど、どうして疑いの余地もなく受け入れられているのだろう？これについては本当によくわからない。昨年、ソーコアファクトリーにて開催されたhankyovain主催のパーティー「SWEET LOUNGE」で、光栄なことにトラスムンドと並んで物販を担当した際、この日はじめて会ったトラスムンドの浜崎さんと話をしているうちに自然と保坂のことが話題に上がり「あの人、絶対に嫌なやつだよね」と���言って、ふたりで爆笑したのはここだけの話。

(2022.4.21 at SOCORE FACTORY )

(珠玉のラブソング MIXはWDsoundよりリリース)

そういう訳で僕にとっての保坂和志は小説家というよりも呪術師に近い存在だということ。そのカテゴリーで語るならば、言うまでもなく保坂は特���術師に該当するだろう。かつてベケットが演劇の舞台の中央に石ころを置くだけで世界を転覆させられると夢想したように、保坂の文体もまた、単独での国家転覆が可能なレベルの危うい呪力を孕んでいる。

(みんなわかるよね？)

さて『未明の闘争』について考えると、いつも必ず聴きたくなるのがBurial - Archangelだ。クラックルノイズが降り注ぐビートのうえで執拗なまでに”Couldn't be alone”と繰り返す悲哀に満ちた都市の破片、時間の堆積、魂の逃走経路、これを未明の闘争と呼ばずに何と形容すれば良いのか……。

[suddenlyboyz]

1月の突然少年

祝2023年。突然少年をよろしくお願いします

チケット予約・お問い合わせ・ライブのお誘い・デートのお誘い、等は下記アドレスまでお願い致します↓

remember.first.love333@gmail.com

※チケット予約の際は、公演日、お名前(カタカナ)、枚数をご記入のうえお送りください。手動での操作の為返信が遅くなることがあります。何卒ご了承下さい。

1月6日(金)新宿NINE SPICE

NINE SPICES 15TH ANNIVERSARY

merimeriyeah企画"わんぱくボーイ　反駁"

【出演】

merimeriyeah

突然少年

【時間】

open19:00 /start 19:30

【チケット】

前売り /当日¥1,500+1D代

【予約】

バンド予約⭕️

　

1月13日(金) 扇町para-dice(大阪)

突然少年結成10周年 ONE-MAN LIVE TOUR "ひとりぼっち" by 3rd Album「ナチュラル・ボーン」Release 大阪編

【出演】

突然少年

guest:バイセーシ

【時間】

open 19:00 /start 19:30

【チケット】

前売り¥2,400/当日¥2,900 +1D代

【予約】

バンド予約⭕️

1月14日(土) 南堀江SOCORE FACTORY(大阪)

B玉2nd full album「ピース」release party

"サウンドフェスティバル2023"

【出演】

画像にてご確認ください

【時間】

open /start 16:00

【チケット】

前売り¥2,000 /当日¥2,500+1D代

【予約】

バンド予約⭕️

1月19日(木) 横浜F.A.D(神奈川)

突然少年結成10周年 ONE-MAN LIVE TOUR "ひとりぼっち" by 3rd Album「ナチュラル・ボーン」Release 神奈川編

【出演】

突然少年

guest:NITRODAY

【時間】

open 18:30 /start 19:00

【チケット】

前売り¥2,400 /当日¥2,900 +1D代

【予約】

バンド予約⭕️

1月21日(土)新宿red cloth

"GOLD SOUNDZ"

【出演】

マーガレットズロース

THE GUAYS

突然少年

【時間】

open18:00 /start 18:30

【チケット】

前売り¥3,000 /当日¥3,500 +1D代

【予約】

バンド予約⭕️

1月26日(木) 下北沢近松

ザ・リラクシンズpresents

NEWBORN vol.2

【出演】

ザ・リラクシンズ

Glimpse Group

突然少年

【時間】

open 19:00 /start 19:30

【チケット】

前売り¥2,500 /当日¥3,000 +1D代

十代割(要予約) ¥1500 (+1D)

【予約】

バンド予約⭕️

突然少年はツアー開催中

[kuzu-blog]

10/14！この日もドミコは最高で、ほんとに一瞬でライブ終わっちゃった！！

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ドミコ観てると体中に血がぐわーって駆け巡るんよな、

���の日の「なんて日々だっけ?」始まりも最高やった！ギタかっこよすぎた！！

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SOCORE FACTORY、確かウパルパ観に行ったぶりに行ったと思うんやけど、ステジ高くてむっちゃ観やすかった！ドミコの迫力を近くでギュッと感じられてヤベ夜でした◎

⁡

KUZU

2024.10.23分 1:26

[mr-snailman]

ok calc midterm in an hour I’m good I’m great I can do this and once I get through it all I have to do is the other mountain of paper sitting on my desk :)

dulcinea del toboso socorred a vuestro pobre caballero ;-;

[sementos2014]

【大阪】

10/25(金)

南堀江SOCORE FACTORY

SEMENTOS 2nd full Album "文読む月日" & cense. 1st EP "Orderly Nonsense." W Release Tour

SEMENTOS

さよならポエジー

cense.

衝動革命

OP/ST 18:30/19:00

ADV ¥3,000 /U-22 ¥2,500(+1D)

e+：https://eplus.jp/sf/detail/4156210001-P0030001

[comiczines]

Primeres pàgines de Socors!, fanzine que uneix socorrisme i bollerisme en una apassionada cadena d'esdeveniments...

[pucoo]

walkcoring mycore waycore tocore thecore toiletcore, imcore socore congestcored upcore