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woosh-floosh · 1 year ago
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splatoon ass song honestly
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bandcampsnoop · 1 year ago
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11/24/23.
Jon Perkins is a name I bring up every once in a while. I think he made me one mix CD many years ago, but so many of those bands ended up staying with me. The Wrens were one of those bands. "The Meadowlands" has always been somewhere in the mix since 2003.
Now, Absolutely Kosher (who released "The Meadowlands") is releasing Charles Bissell's first new release since 2003. The band is car colors (Brooklyn, New York) and "Old Death" is a 3 song release.
The Wrens always made me think of sound adjacent bands like Beulah or The New Pornographers. car colors is no different.
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heavenhillgirl · 1 year ago
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onihcinimkcin · 2 years ago
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30000songs · 1 month ago
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#888 - The Meadowlands - The Wrens
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The fact we're never going to get the final Wrens album under anything but tragic circumstances is awful. but at least they closed out with one of the best albums of the decade. Every year I get older, it hits harder.
96/100
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wren-kitchens · 3 months ago
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tbh i would have loved a minecraft movie where the world was visibly updating around steve and alex as they explore. like, the first couple days have the old textures and their movement is laggy etc.
it takes a little while for the audience to notice, but as the days go by, there are more mobs and new trees and the movements of everything is smoother. and suddenly everything is so much more colourful than it was before and now the oceans have life, and the villages are huge, and the nether is full of biodiversity and the caves are enormous and theres something lurking at the bottom
and throughout the movie, you can see the odd character in the background of youtubers that started playing during whatever version it is at that point, and when we reach 1.20 all of a sudden alex and steve run into this group of people and its all the new character skins that were introduced at that point
idk its a shame we get something that visibly didnt have much thought put into it aside from 'lets make jumanji again but this time its minectaft' when there are so many possibilities that have so much more interest
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rememberwren · 16 days ago
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Thinking about how when you’re drunk—and I mean really drunk—you get it in your head to catcall men. They could use a little harassment. When you reach that point, your friends immediately know it’s time to cut you off, acting like the Secret Service as they usher you out of the bar and towards the Uber. But they couldn’t anticipate the group of men standing outside the bar swapping laughs and smoking.
Of course you pick the scariest one of the lot and:
“Hey!” you shout, half giggling. “Hey—you, in the mask!”
The man turns. You can’t see his mouth with the surgical mask in place but you can tell his eyebrows are raised. He’s fucking huge, towering over his counterparts (who are nothing to sniff at), thick and strong. His head cocks in silent question.
“Can I get your number?” you shout, licking your friend’s hand when she slaps it over your mouth. All your friends rush to brush the guy off, but he’s already ashing his cigarette under his boot, slipping his hands into his pocket, and crossing the street quietly.
He stays a healthy distance away, aware of how it looks: a man his size approaching a group of young, inebriated women. You think he’s come to harass you in return, or maybe just to mock you—either way you are stunned silent, mouth agape, eyes wide. He’s so much taller up this close.
“Got a pen?” he asks.
He only approaches then, shoulders hunched to make himself appear smaller and innocuous. He takes your hand in his own and writes his phone number on your forearm.
When you wake up hungover the next morning, his number is there on your arm along with a reminder that you hadn’t been able to see in the dim lighting of the parking lot: XXX-XXXX—S. Drink water.
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keymintt · 21 days ago
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they say it wasn't humans who found the lost dutchman's gold
(another set of traffic box illustrations!!)
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chungledown-bimothy · 1 year ago
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reblog to tell a 14 year old that these are the very, very hard years and they're not wrong to feel the way they do.
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woosh-floosh · 1 year ago
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I didn't know "song of the summer" meant an actual popular song that comes out over the summer. I thought it just meant a song you listen to a lot over the summer, so much so that it defines your summer. When asked what the song of the summer is I've been saying shit like "Unicorns by Colour of course!" and "Atlas of an Eye by Hammer No More the Fingers :)" until my Dad asked "Do you actually think people are listening to that?"
Anyways my Song of the Fucking Summer right here:
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aardvaark · 8 months ago
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leverage season 1 plot
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fictionproblem · 6 months ago
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i regret to inform you that i have tism-ed them all
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aspenforest732 · 11 months ago
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Mortem ad Wrens Chapter 30: First Impressions Reprise
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tw: gaslighting, deadnaming, misgendering Meet the family and a reminder in the notes
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‘text’ JSL text thoughts
Warm, honey eyes met neon purple, and Asami grinned brightly upon seeing Akira. “It is you! It’s so good to see you again.” She practically glided into the room with the Legacy Holder trailing behind.
‘Stop,’ Akira sharply signed and turned slightly to glare at the Legacy Holder. ‘I know what you are capable of, and I recognize that you will just come in a different way if I make you leave. So, cut to the chase. What do you want?’
Hurt and confusion flashed in Asami’s eyes as her smile briefly faltered. She glanced back at the looming figure and hesitantly stopped her approach. “We’re taking you home, Daitan.”
‘My name is Akira. And that’s not going to happen,’ Akira signed firmly. ‘Fat Gum, Raven, this is my twin, Asami aka Trophaeum Wren. The Legacy Holder can introduce themself.’
“My name is irrelevant, I am merely here to support Asami,” he rumbled.
“You’re not supposed to be here at all,” Taishiro gruffly pointed out. “The Inoue-”
‘Stop,’ Akira quickly signed to the hero before hurriedly glancing back at the pair. Can’t risk any slip.
“Well,” Asami chuckled awkwardly, “we’re family, aren’t we? I’m sure it was just a misunderstanding. We can take you to one of our private hospitals, get you fixed up, and you won’t even have to attend that crazy school anymore. Mom and papa want you back, Dai- er, Akira.”
‘No, they want my quirk. I’m not going to-’ eyes ablaze, Akira warped into Fumikage’s side, throwing him out of the way of the Legacy Holder slowly reaching out his hand. They snarled at him as their clone dispelled, setting off the heart rate monitor alarm. They sharply signed, ‘Stay away from them! You touch any of us, and I will not hesitate to end this.’
Taishiro lurched to his feet and Asami took a step back, eyes flickering between the trio and the Legacy Holder. Her form shimmered and took on a purple hue as her shield activated.
“I believe I can shed some light on this situation,” a voice chirped from the doorway. Akira briefly glanced towards Nezu as the stoat stepped into the room, drawing the eyes of everyone in the room. “Step away from my ward so they can get back to bed rest.”
Akira blinked in shock, chest tightening as nurses rushed in and maneuvered them back onto the bed. They glanced at Taishiro, who seemed just as surprised.
“Are you implying you were aware of my cousin’s identity and failed to disclose that information to her family?” the Legacy Holder asked. His gaze morphed from bored to steely as he peered at Nezu.
“Given the circumstances I found them in, I went through the proper channels to make Akira a ward of U.A. I’m sure the media would love to hear how they were starving on the streets and didn’t exist until two years ago. It’s a good thing I have backups of their records since Daitan Inoue certainly didn’t exist until an hour ago.”
Asami zeroed in on Akira, eyes pouring over their body. “What?” she asked softly in disbelief. “That can’t be right.”
��Nothing for you to worry about, my dear,” the Legacy Holder murmured, placing a hand on Asami’s shoulder so a couple fingers touched her skin. Akira glared at him as their twin relaxed into the touch and nodded. “You will be hearing from us again, Nezu.”
“I’m sure I will,” the principal grinned. After they left, he turned back to Akira. “Now, I’m sure you have questions.”
‘How long have you known?’ Akira hesitantly asked. They glared at their now shaking hands as the adrenaline faded.
Nezu laughed brightly, “I had my suspicions when you applied, but they were confirmed on your first day.”
“You have a twin?” Fumikage asked breathily, looking somewhat overwhelmed.
Akira nodded, ‘We’re identical except our eyes and quirks, so she probably dyed her hair for it to be black.’ They turned back to Nezu and steeled themself. ‘What happens now?’
“We’re moving all students into dorms on campus, so you don’t have to worry about your roommate being targeted. Legacy Holders will not be able to affect our digital security system, and it would be terrible PR to attack U.A.”
Akira’s protests died on their fingertips, although they doubted the Wrens wouldn’t be able to find a loophole. ‘When can I transfer there?’
Nezu grinned, “Aizawa should be bringing the discharge paperwork shortly. You’ll be quarantining with Recovery Girl until your immune system recovers.”
Akira nodded, sinking into the bed as exhaustion hit like a freight train. Just as they started to drift off, Akira sat up with a jolt. ‘Is Murder God okay? The rest of the rescue squad?’
Fumikage nodded, handing over his phone so they could see the group chat blowing up. Akira skimmed through the past couple days of messages, smiling at Hitoshi’s frustration. As they scrolled to the bottom, they looked up at Fumikage questioningly, who nodded.
raven: I’m back, bitches -Akira
blank: good. Don’t do that again
murdergod: when were you going to tell me you used murder of crows?!
raven: …
who told crow boy? -Akira
murdergod: the EMT asked if I liked crows
and then dropped the bomb of my call sign
raven: are crows not classy enough for you? -Tokoyami and Dark Shadow
redhot: :eyes:
electricrat: oh no… Bakubro you need to run. We’ll miss you
F’s in chat for Bakubro
Aizawa raised an eyebrow a few minutes later as he entered holding their braces and a small bag. Fumikage continued their reign of terror in the group chat and Dark Shadow cackled from where they were nestled under Akira’s arm. “How are you holding up, kid?”
‘Never better,’ Akira rolled their eyes, drawing a strained laugh from Taishiro. ‘In seriousness, I know where I stand with Principal now, and I’m feeling appropriately terrible for my condition. Do you have my phone by chance?’
Aizawa lightly tossed a bag of their belongings over. “I had to reject a few emergency location requests for security, so you should check on those notifications. They insisted the hospital keeps you overnight for observation, but we can take you to U.A. in the morning.”
Akira nodded and started scrolling through their notifications. There were several emergency location requests that were still queued but refused so they could see timestamps and requestors. Most were from Boss and Haru, but there were a couple recent ones from Dabi. Thank kami he’s alive, they grinned, marking themself as “safe” without a location to Family. There were a few missed calls from Boss and a plethora of messages from their classmates hoping for a speedy recovery.
Glancing at the feather tucked under Fumikage’s arm, Akira motioned for him to bring it out. ‘Hawks, if you want to be part of the conversation, come in person. Otherwise, we’ll get rid of the feather.’
Taishiro and Aizawa frowned, looking at each other before the former spoke up. “Mori, are you sure that’s what you want? We can keep him away until you’re recovered.”
Akira shook their head in resignation, ‘If he wants to have an ear in the room, he’ll just sneak a covert in. They should work for reconnaissance, just probably not as well given he primarily uses flight feathers.’ Akira clasped their hands before they could go on a rant about feathers. Looking at Fumikage, they saw an amused but understanding sparkle in his eyes.
A few minutes later, there was a tapping at the window, and Akira stared at the winged hero as he waved. Aizawa and Fumikage looked exasperated and Taishiro amused as they just shrugged and gestured to the window. Aizawa let Hawks in, who sauntered a few steps closer, hands in pockets. His feather gently wiggled out of Fumikage’s hand before lazily spinning back and reattaching to his wing.
“For the record, I’m not directly associated with the Wrens. Different kind of bird,” Hawks smirked, although his eyes remained tense.
‘Obviously you’re one of the commission’s projects, and you are biologically an Inoue,’ Akira signed. ‘The question is are you considered a member of the Wrens or just under the commission?’
Hawks tensed, feathers ruffling for a moment before he smoothed over his body language. Wings still twitching, he quirked an eyebrow, “Nah, parents gave me to the Hero Commission, and haven’t heard from them since. I never was considered a member of the Wrens, just an Inoue by blood.”
‘What did they get for you?’ Akira pushed. ‘I remember the Mover Blaster branch’s disappointment at a vulnerable Mover Thinker, but they clearly missed your potential.’
“Chick, you clearly don’t want to go back to them. I’ve never been with them. You have nothing to fear from me,” Hawks said casually. Akira watched as under his relaxed exterior his wings still quivered and his eyes subtly darted between them.
What is he hiding? Akira wondered, openly searching his posture before looking to Aizawa and Taishiro. Akira’s eyebrows shot up as they saw concern aimed not at them but at the young hero. Mentally taking a step back, they looked at Hawks as they would a child coming from an unknown situation. Tense shoulders, wings flared just enough to provide extra agility, micro-movements away from the older heroes… Akira felt white hot shame settle in their chest as they saw themself.
‘Okay,’ Akira signed. Hawks sharply turned to them, a hint of confusion in his eyes. Akira shakily wrote down their number, name, and hero name before holding it out to the young hero. ‘If you want out, just send the word. I would recommend avoiding Legacy Holder Wrens when you can and not letting them touch you when you can’t.’
Hawks masked a carefree grin and said, “Sure thing, chick. See you later, Eraser Head, Fat Gum, Tsukuyomi.” With that, he flew back out the window, a slight stutter in his wings caught by all as he climbed into the sky.
‘Once he texts me, I’ll send his number to you two,’ Akira turned back to the heroes.
“We already have each other’s,” Eraser Head smirked, thumbing a Hawks business card out of his pocket.
Akira returned the smirk as they saw a message from Hawks.
unknown: how did your emo mentor do that
reaper changed unknown’s name to flamingo
reaper: I was going to give them your number anyways
You look like you need some people on your side
flamingo: why is this my nickname?
I take it you are friends with little raven after all
reaper: perhaps… and that’s your call sign
someone else may be getting your number soon
don’t worry, he’s nice
…sometimes
flamingo: ???
Akira barely slept that night, waking up nearly every hour between nightmares and nurses entering. They tried to be quiet, but Akira was too wired to not wake up at the slightest sounds. U.A. may be safe for now, but their timetable either needed to be moved up or they needed to keep U.A. safe for the next two and a half years.
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AAAAAH IT’S FINALLY HERE! This is as far as I planned before I started writing, and this is my first time completing a multi-chapter piece 😊 I finished the first draft of this on August 19th, 2022. Trophaeum translates to trophy or victory, depending on the context. Is cousin the right word? No, but if I wanted to be more accurate, I’d have to figure out the mess that is the Inoue family tree. They’d be very distantly related. Potentially unrelated even? I keep forgetting that I've implied they don't just have bio children Libertias aut Mortis is with Moss Nightwing (@mossNightwing on tiktok) for sensitivity reading, but I don't expect to get it back for a bit due to the content. As such, Bello Licentiae will be on an every other day schedule to reduce the time in between when I finish posting it and when LaM is ready to post.
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painted-bees · 3 months ago
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Some new splatoon fanart!
Very considerate of them to drop the Grand Festival song while I was working on this one. I listened to it as I worked <3
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darth-memes · 1 year ago
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