#tougher than leather

[emioliravioli]

here i come, rougher than the rest of them

[plasticbubbleboy]

[soupy-sez]

Run-DMC – Run's House (1988) [X]

[warhead]

[bees-tea-boys]

Em - eye - kay - ee

Dee - ee - EE - ee

I’m on top and that’s the way to BE - ee.

[rastronomicals]

May 17:

On the 17th of May, 1988, Run-DMC unleashed Tougher Than Leather, their fourth (and probably best) album.

Today is the 30th anniversary of the release of Souvlaki, dream pop/shoegazing intersection band Slowdive's second and most famous album.

On the 17th of May, 2005, American trumpeter Jon Hassell released Maarifa Street, his thirteenth album.

On the very same day of the very same year, but in another place entirely, Nü-metal act System of a Down dropped their fourth album, Mezmerize.

[regal-ls]

[c-c-top]

added in the pages that ended up being blank

well it took a bit longer than anticipated but i finally finished my first attempt at binding my own graphic novels! it definitely didnt turn out perfect, some minor nitpicky details make it obvious that this was my first attempt at the process, but overall im very pleased with how it came out! i chose to bind the story Return to Angel Island because it seems to set up plenty of important details for Ian Flynn's run, not to mention that I had never gotten around to this story before, which is truly a shame since it introduces one of my favorite characters in the Archie comics, Dr. Finitevus. Hopefully my next project will have an improved process, I plan to bind issues 195-198 so that I can read thru issues 160-200 all in one go!

[timeclipsed]

Tag dump! Mostly character tags, oops...

[doggywings]

i should get a jean jacket (👕not 🛸, though i should get a NOPE patch for it also) to sew patches on !! i need to pick up a small sewing kit for a number of reasons now, its kind of stupid being broke and not having a way to mend fabrics yet

[wikipediaed]

Song of all time

[peeporoons-notes]

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🟠 Tougher than Leather

Lv. 3 Sidequest; Jajakuta. 📖 Description — Jajakuta the merchant is visibly perturbed and in need of some assistance.

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Jajakuta "Well, you're in luck! The pugilists have just placed an order with me for several of the leather gloves and harnesses they use for sparring.

But the Traders are cruel, for I find myself lacking the hides required. Would that I had the pelts of a few snapping shrews…

What say you, friend, hm? Care to help a merchant down on his luck, hm? Bring me five snapping shrew pelts and I promise to make it worth your while. You can find the creatures roaming central Thanalan."

🔸Collect shrew pelts from snapping shrews in central Thanalan. 0/5

🔶 Report to Jajakuta outside the Pugilists' Guild.

Jajakuta "Back already, are you? Come, let us see what you've brought."

Jajakuta "Exceptional! These are fine shrew pelts indeed! Well done, my friend.

The Pugilists' Guild is among my largest clients. I fear what would have come to pass had this order been delayed any longer.

Take this, hm? You've more than earned it."

* Quest Complete

[krushgroovin]

i am one of the few (perhaps only) people in the world who has watched every single one of adam horovitz’s acting roles and i don’t know i’ll admit i do kind of feel like i deserve an award

[soupy-sez]

THE BEASTIE BOYS in Tougher Than Leather (1988) dir. Rick Rubin

[chickenwaffles17]

knuckles doesn't like WHAT

i have many complaints about the knuckles series so i'll just focus on this one: the hell do you mean knuckles doesnt like rap

[narxcisse]

★ — Brother figure Jason Todd headcanons

Brother figure!Jason Todd x Child!Reader

CW: mention of bad parents(?, fluff, platonic relationship

English isn't my native language

Jason had been out on patrol on a particularly cold night in Crime Alley, his former home and one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Gotham. That night, the alleys seemed darker and more desolate than usual, but not enough for Jason to let his guard down. He was chasing a small group of drug dealers when he heard a sound distinct from the usual echoing gunshots and screams: a soft, almost muffled cry coming from a dumpster.

Following the sound, he found a kid, no older than 12, wrapped in rags and shivering from the cold. You were dirty, barefoot, and your eyes reflected the kind of fear Jason recognized all too well: the fear of someone who’s seen too much for their age.

Jason, who was normally gruff and serious, couldn’t help but soften at the sight of you. He pulled off his leather jacket and placed it over your shoulders, muttering a soft, “Come on, I can’t leave you here.” And though you didn’t trust him at first, the warmth of his jacket and his firm yet gentle tone convinced you to follow him.

Upon investigation, Jason discovered that you had been abandoned by your parents amidst the chaos of Gotham. Maybe they were addicts, or maybe they simply left you behind because they couldn’t care for you. Whatever the reason, Jason felt a silent rage. He knew what it was like to be a child forgotten by the system, and he vowed that no matter what, he wouldn’t let that happen to you.

Jason quickly became the overprotective, ride-or-die older brother. Anyone who messed with you? They were on his radar. He didn’t care if they were kids, teachers, or hardened criminals.

He gave you a nickname almost immediately. Something endearing but teasing, like “Squirt,” “Kiddo,” or “Runt.” Hearing him use it always made you feel safe.

Jason isn’t a fan of strict rules, so he doesn’t parent you like Bruce might. Instead, he gives advice like, “Don’t do anything too stupid” or “Call me if you need backup.”

He’s surprisingly soft-spoken when it comes to teaching you things. Whether it’s self-defense, cooking, or just how to punch someone correctly, he’s patient, making sure you get it right without frustration.

He’s not great at emotional vulnerability, but Jason has his moments. You’ll catch him giving you these long, thoughtful looks before ruffling your hair and muttering, “Proud of you, kid.”

Jason lets you decorate your shared space however you want. He thinks you’ll pick something tacky or childish, but seeing your effort makes him melt inside.

He cooks for you, even if it’s just scrambled eggs or spaghetti. “Don’t get used to this, I’m not a gourmet chef,” he says, even though he secretly loves taking care of you.

You have regular “family nights” where you binge movies, eat junk food, and throw popcorn at each other during arguments about which pirated movie is the best.

He introduces you to the classics he loves: literature like The Count of Monte Cristo, and music like Springsteen and Bowie. He’s thrilled when you pick up some of his tastes.

Whenever you feel insecure or inadequate, Jason is the first to shut that down. “You’re tougher than you think, Squirt. If anyone says otherwise, they can deal with me.”

Jason is constantly worried about your safety. If you so much as scrape your knee, he’s immediately there with disinfectant and a stern lecture about being careful.

If someone bullies you, he doesn’t hesitate to have a “talk” with them. You’ll never know what he said, but the bullies steer clear of you after that.

He teaches you how to fight, not just to defend yourself but to give you confidence. “A good jab to the nose, and they’ll think twice,” he says with a grin.

When he’s out as Red Hood, he checks in constantly. He’s the kind of older brother who texts, “You good?” every hour if he can’t be home.

If you ever get caught up in danger because of him, the guilt eats at him. He won’t rest until you’re safe, and he swears to never let it happen again.

Jason has a big soft spot for seeing you happy. If he notices you eyeing a toy, a book, or even a weird trinket, he’ll find a way to get it for you, no matter what.

When you have nightmares, he lets you crash in his room, pretending not to notice when you clutch his sleeve. “Go back to sleep, kid,” he says gruffly, but he’ll stay awake to make sure you feel safe.

He’s not great at outright compliments, but he’ll slip them into conversations. “Yeah, they’re smart like that. Must run in the family,” he’ll say with a smirk.

Sometimes, he leaves little notes for you if he’s out late, like: “Don’t stay up too late, Squirt. And don’t forget to eat something other than chips.”

Despite his tough exterior, Jason will never miss a chance to remind you that you matter to him. “You’re stuck with me, kid. Get used to it.”

Jason isn’t perfect—he has his temper, his flaws, and his regrets—but when it comes to you, he’ll do everything in his power to be the brother you deserve. To him, you’re not just someone he saved; you’re family.

Jason leaned against his motorcycle, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Alright, kid. Time to learn how to ride,” he said, tossing you a helmet. It was comically large on your head, wobbling slightly as you adjusted the straps.

“Wait, what?” you blurted, staring at him like he’d lost his mind. “But what if some authority sees us?”

Jason snorted, his grin widening. “But there's no one who's an authority here, right? Besides, I’m a fantastic teacher.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’ve literally crashed this thing before.”

“Details,” Jason said, brushing off your concern with a wave. “Now hop on. You’ve got to start somewhere, and who better to teach you than me?”

You hesitated, glancing at the sleek black motorcycle. It looked huge, intimidating even, but there was something about the way Jason spoke—so confident and reckless—that made you want to trust him. With a deep breath, you climbed on, settling in front of him on the seat.

“Alright,” he said, swinging his leg over to sit behind you. He reached around to grab your hands, placing them on the handlebars. “This is your throttle,” he explained, twisting the grip. “And this is your brake. Easy stuff.”

“Uh-huh,” you said nervously, your palms already clammy. “Easy for you.”

Jason chuckled, his voice warm and teasing. “Relax, Squirt. I’m right here. You’re not gonna crash.”

“You’re not even wearing a helmet!”

“Do as I say, not as I do,” he replied breezily.

With his hands guiding yours, he showed you how to start the engine. The motorcycle roared to life, vibrating beneath you. Your heart leapt into your throat, but Jason’s steady grip on your shoulders kept you grounded.

“Okay, now just twist the throttle—gently,” Jason instructed.

You did as he said, and the bike lurched forward a few feet. You yelped, clutching the handlebars tighter.

“See? You’re a natural!” Jason said, laughing. “Now let’s pick up the pace.”

“Are you insane?”

“Probably. Now go!”

With Jason egging you on, you twisted the throttle again, this time a little harder. The motorcycle surged forward, and you felt the wind whip against your face. Jason’s laughter rang in your ears as he kept a firm hold on your sides, steering from behind when necessary.

“You’re doing great!” he shouted over the noise.

“I’m going to die!” you yelled back, though there was a spark of exhilaration in your voice.

Jason guided you around an empty parking lot, letting you get a feel for the bike. With every loop, you grew a little more confident, and Jason’s pride was practically palpable.

“Alright, now let’s try stopping,” he said.

You hit the brake too hard, and the bike skidded to a halt, nearly throwing both of you off. Jason steadied it with his feet, laughing as he helped you regain your balance.

“Not bad,” he said, ruffling your hair. “Could use some finesse, though.”

You glared at him, your heart still racing. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“Yeah, well, you survived, didn’t you?” Jason teased. He leaned back, crossing his arms. “Bet you’re glad I’m your big brother now.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the rush of excitement coursing through you. “Next time, you’re wearing a helmet.”

Jason grinned, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Deal. But don't tell anyone about this."

“Deal,” you said, smirking.

And just like that, Jason proved, once again, that he was the most irresponsible yet strangely endearing brother you could ask for.