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monsoon-season-us · 2 years ago
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Don Peyote Gets Wonky AF w/ "Wook Waltz" via The Electric Movement [Track Write-Up]
New Orleans’ Don Peyote Put Out His NEW Experimental Bass Tune Titled “Wook Waltz” on The Electric Movement Record Label Storm Coverage By: Garth Jones Louisiana, and New Orleans in specific is home to a multitude of incredible musicians, artists, and festivals that are renowned on the world stage. Not only home to but the birthplace of some of dance music most iconic names. BUKU Music + Art…
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brw · 1 year ago
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"but hamas is getting funded by extremist islamic hate groups!" do you think the U.S. government and military giving funding for israeli's war efforts against palestinians is a morally neutral and inherently righteous body that had no influence in the politics of southwest asia as a global colonial superpower. do you really think anything you can say about the people resisting oppression can't be said about the oppressors.
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biologist4ever · 2 months ago
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In the neuron, a protective covering called myelin insulates the axon and increases the speed of electrical communication along the length of the neuron
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the-broken-pen · 10 months ago
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“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.
They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.
Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.
“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”
The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.
The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.
For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.
Shit.
They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…
They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.
It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.
The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.
The hero would be the death of them.
They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.
“What are you doing with this?”
The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.
“Wrapping my hands?”
The villain hissed in a breath.
“With electrical tape?”
The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.
“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”
The villain blinked at them.”
“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.
“Not if you wrap it right.”
Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.
“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.
Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.
“Bandaids move—“
The villain hushed them.
“Be quiet for a second.”
The hero, wisely, went quiet.
The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.
“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.
“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”
“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”
“I’m not destroying myself—“
“You are.”
“Shut up—“
“Hero.”
“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”
They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.
“Better than who?”
“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.
The villain watched them, waiting.
The hero took a shaky breath
“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”
The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.
The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.
“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.
“No. There isn’t.”
“Hero.”
“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.
“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.
“You don’t understand—“
The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.
They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.
“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”
“But I-“
“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”
The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.
The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.
For now, though, they had to take care of hero.
“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”
The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.
“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”
That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.
“Fine.”
The villain turned to them. “Okay?”
Are you going to be alright?
The hero seemed to understand.
“Okay,” the hero agreed.
Yes.
And so, it was.
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zipzapzopzoop · 2 months ago
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"Time travel now, questions later."
Wilbur Robinson | Meet the Robinsons (2007)
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malwarechips · 4 days ago
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headphones and speakers are so awesome and amazing and i dont know why they arent considered more impressive tech
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black-and-yellow · 2 years ago
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ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ
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linktoo · 1 year ago
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I just watched a whole Hyundai commercial for more spider-verse animation but I'm so obsessed with the fact that they got Gwen and Miles' voice actors to stiffly promote an electric car
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mechahero · 11 days ago
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//Camscanner crunched the face. Anyways, thinking about noncanon power-ups again!
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quotesonquotes · 8 months ago
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"Through anecdotes, archival photographs and extensive research, the book details how the scene launched, how it almost died and how house music eventually roared back as electronic dance music moved into the mainstream in the 2000s. The cowriters balance passion for the history of a seminal American music scene with an exacting academic eye for detail."
- Seven Days Vermont's Independent Voice
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roposhipin · 2 years ago
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When you don't want to get out of bed-
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theramblingvoid · 1 year ago
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Sometimes I wonder how an item in Fallen London can be Nightmares reducing, and then I put on noise cancelling headphones irl and Understand.
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coolishfoolishness · 8 months ago
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Gonna start being conservative but in a way that would piss off real conservatives.
All the music today is pop trash! Back in the day we used to listen to real music like Nina Simone and Chuck Berry (the real king)!
Fuck electric cars! We should go back to using railroads like God intended! We used to be a real country!
Sick of this woke blm crap! Bring back the Black Panthers!
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tiffanydaleo · 4 months ago
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Electric Emotions
Today's painting of the day!
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fraseris · 1 year ago
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anybody else think about how insane it was for people born in the 1880s who lived into the 1960s. like thats 80 years. victorian era to the cold war
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kinheros · 1 year ago
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NONBINARY JOLTEON
with nature and slime, for a friend !
⚡.⚡.⚡ - ⚡.🌌.⚡ - ⚡.⚡.⚡
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