#wetnap

[ruffcuffs]

I’m sure I’m not the only one to ask, but what did your friends say when Dyl served them in just an apron?

It cracked them the fuck up! They were impressed by his ass too

I'll admit, it was sexy seeing them eye him up 😂

[myee2022]

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[entomolog-t]

The Shadow We Cast - 3

The boys are back with two more Prompts down! Delight and Linger ! I love writing these boys so much- just the goofiest vibes.

How long before I make it angsty?

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 2

Next Chapter: Chapter 4

Word count: 2332

CW: Adult language, substances (beer/drinking)

Man, the food was great. Never in my life had I tasted anything like the weird paste Mark had made- and to put it on meat?? Some crazy part of my was compelled to howl with joy. While the glass bucket Mark had given me to use as a cup proved progressively harder to grip with more and more of the sauce covering my hands, I was plenty fine with the extra effort just for another sip of the cool golden drink- Beer went incredible with hawk wings. 

Leaning back, I groaned as I stretched out, stomach aching.

I’d more than eaten my fill, but it's not like it was everyday that I had such a mouthwatering feast to myself. My eyes flickered to Mark. Both in my own eager hunger and out of a slight unease, I’d been avoiding watching him eat. There was something both ridiculously impressive and deeply unsettling about watching another being consume many times more than my weight in food. Inarguably cool- but the spectacle left me feeling… less. 

My eyes met his own. Though, as soon as my gaze met his, he looked away- quickly focusing on taking another drink. I felt a grin tug at the corners of my mouth. Looks like I caught him staring. I wait until he puts the can to his lips before I speak, 

“See something you like, big man?” 

Mark chokes on his drink- a strangled sound escaping him as his hand shoots up to cover his mouth as he sputters. I can’t help but laugh at the sight of him desperately trying to hold in his drink - his sputtering turning to coughing. The mix of the panicked look on his face and the pitiful sounds are just too much, and I find myself wincing at a sharp pain biting at my sides from the laughter. 

Catching his breath, Mark chuckles. He waves a dismissive hand,

“Man, I’m just shocked at how much you ate.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Dude, you’re what? Ten times my size?” I gesture to the pile of bones on his plate, “How do you think I feel?”

Mark rolls his eyes, 

“Relatively.” He points to the section of meat I’d claimed for myself, “Like, holy shit dude. It looks like you ate one of your legs worth of meat.” 

I shrug. 

“You could have eaten more if you hadn’t filled up by drinking so much.”

He chuckles- but his laugh is cut short as he jerks. The flinch is all the warning I get before a massive hand is sent rocketing toward his opposite arm. A thunderous clap breaks through the evening air. I feel the blood drain from my face, and I can’t tell if it's the sound echoing in my ears or if it's my heart thrumming in my chest. I hadn’t even flinched- a thought that I wanted to be able to revel in- to tell myself it was because I wasn’t so easily cowed… but there was no lying to myself. 

I didn’t even have time to flinch. 

The thought sent a chill through me. 

Mark, unaware of my racing heart, sighed.

“Ugh, the mosquitoes are coming out.” He shot me a nervous smile, “You, uh, wanna head inside and have a few more drinks?” Pausing, he adds “And maybe put a shirt on?”

I chuckle, though it feels more forced than moments ago,

“And why would I do that?” As I say the words, sing songy and teasing, I feel the tension inside me ease. I stand, my body feeling sluggish- heavy with the weight of a good meal. Stretching, I meander over to his waiting hand, making sure he knows I’m turning down the suggestion to get dressed rather than the invitation for more beers. 

Mark rolls his eyes, 

“I mean, you’re wearing enough of the sauce that it might as well count as a shirt.”

I narrow my eyes at him for a moment before looking down. 

Eesh. He… Well, he wasn’t wrong. 

Stomach to chest, I was covered in splatterings and smears of the dark red sauce. My pants were decorated with various stains, some smaller, like where I’d wiped off my hands, and one particularly large spot of sauce where I’d rested the massive hunk of meat against my legs. 

Using my forearm, I haphazardly wiped across my chest, clearing off a decent volume of sauce. 

“DUDE!” I jump at his exclamation, frozen in place with my tongue still dragging along the sauce smeared skin of my arm. I furrow my brow. What was his problem now? 

“Wash off properly before you get in my hand” He scolds. I mimic his exasperated expression and roll my eyes. He tears off another piece of napkin and hands it to me in response. Taking it, I double back towards my drink-bucket. 

“What are you- SAL!” I tip the bucket over my head and feel a wash of cool liquid pour over me- a momentary respite from the overbearing heat of the day. The chill combined with the strange bubbles in the drink are a bit jarring, but in a way that’s invigorating- refreshing even. 

Above me, I can hear Mark sputtering- a mix of “Dudes” and “whys” and other half finished questions. I throw up my hands, confused and frustrated. This guy’s impossible! I cleaned off?? What did he want from me?? 

“Dude! Come on…” The exclamation is chastising in its tone. “Why would you-” Before he can continue I interject, 

“But you said-” An exasperated sigh interrupts my very valid point. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he speaks.

“You know what? It's fine.” His tone suggests it's anything but, yet the smile he gives me feels genuine- as if he’s the one being patient and I’m the one being unreasonable. In a slow and careful movement, Mark once again offers me his hand. 

There's a slight, but not unnoticed, chill that grips me- a little shot of adrenaline at the sight of his incoming hand. A faint tremor in my legs, and a pounding in my heart accompanying a stray thought at the back of my mind that wants me to hesitate- to back out. The thought reminds me almost of getting into cold water; that anticipation of shock making you move slower, as if your brain is trying to persuade you away from that unwanted discomfort.

I set my jaw.

Well, fuck that. 

If I didn’t feel comfortable, I would make myself comfortable. My thoughts are mine to control- not there to control me. 

As if his hand were a body of water, I dove in. His hands were soft as I landed, much more so than my own. It wasn’t the first time it had crossed my mind how comfortable it felt- how warm. 

I flopped to my back and patted the meat of his thumb, coaxing him to move. I don’t miss the way his fingers curl in, or how his other hand comes up to support the first. I can’t help but roll my eyes. Those subtle gestures leave me a bit conflicted- stuck in a middle ground between finding it endearing and finding it patronising. The care to use a delicate hand with me was… nice, yet the thought that I needed to be handled with a delicate hand was bordering on insulting. 

The warmth of his hand and the rhythmic rise and fall with his steps seemed to lull me away from my irritation. Closing my eyes, I let myself relax to the steady sway of his steps. I liked Mark. He was nice. He had good food. He was fun to rile up. I felt my cheeks burning from a goofy smile that wouldn’t seem to falter. This was real. After all these years, I had someone to talk to! Someone to spend time with! There was a giddiness in my chest that just seemed to build- a dizzying surge of wild energy that felt like the room was spinning-

Wait. Was the room spinning??

I felt my stomach lurch, a weird feeling of vertigo prompting me to open my eyes trying to ground myself. The spinning sensation eased to a stop as I sat up. Seemingly right on cue, Mark lowered his hand to the table. 

As soon as I dismount from his hand, Mark’s massive frame turns away from me, rushing toward the sink. I frown as he washes his hands. I’d washed off for him, and yet he was acting as if he’d just handled something foul. As he returns to the table he seems to catch my glare. 

He raises his hands as if surrendering, 

“Dude, you’re sticky.” 

I snort.

“I am not.” 

I patted my skin. Sure, it was a little tacky to the touch, but that was hardly anything to wash up over. I’d just doused myself off in front of him- what more did he want?

While I had no clue what he wanted from me, I knew what I wanted- and that was another drink. 

Eyeing my glass bucket, I meandered over to wear he’d set his drink down. Each step was off- just a little, almost as if it was… Delayed? I took a long blink, trying to orient myself. Was I swaying?

I stumbled, catching myself on Mark’s arm. He flinched under my touch and my scowl returned. 

“Ew, dude, don’t touch me. You’re all sticky.” 

With a glare, I let my body collapse against his arm limply laying over it. He stiffens under my touch, and I feel the strangest sensation of goosebumps forming on his skin beneath me. I keep my head buried against his arm as my scowl is pulled up into a grin. This guy was really something else. Spiders, first aid, and slightly tacky skin?? I bet his own shadow could get a rise out of him. 

I chuckled at my own thought, laughing into his arm as he squirmed beneath me. Mark titled his arm in an attempt to push me back onto my feet, but rather than let him guide me back into a stand, I pulled myself up - stradling the width of his forearm. 

“Oh- Dude, come on. Get off.” He whines, twisting his arm, carefully trying to force me to dismount. His kindness is his own downfall, as the slow and gentle movements are easy to correct against- leaning my weight this way and that to compensate. Above me, he groans. Out of the corner of my eye I watch as his free hand reaches up, prompting me to spring up into a stand- feeling oddly dizzy at the sudden movement. 

He hesitates- hand hovering at my side - either waiting to catch me or unwilling to touch me. Before he can reconsider I spring into action. In one bound I’m at the crook of his elbow. Without pausing I leap, clearing the small gap between his arm and torso as I throw myself at the fabric of his shirt. 

Mark does nothing more than flinch- making a strangled noise as he jerks bolt upright in his seat, hands stiffly to each side of me yet making no move to touch me. I can’t stop laughing, My cheeks burn, my sides ache, yet my arms feel light as I pull myself up the length of his shirt. Mark leans back, craning his neck and tilting his chin away in the most futile attempt to distance himself from me. Stitches form in my sides as I nearly wheeze at the sight. 

Gripping the collar of his shirt I heave myself onto his shoulder, letting out a sigh as I try to quell my laughter. 

“Is something wrong, Big Guy?”  I tease,stifling a giggle while leaning my apparently sticky self onto his neck. The sensation of his warm skin shuddering under my touch is bizarre, “Afraid I’ll-” I pause. His skin is more than just warm, it's hot. I crane my neck, awkwardly trying to look at his face from the odd vantage point. 

His face is red- his mouth a thin line and his eyes are anywhere but on me. 

Oh.

This was too much, wasn’t it? 

I was too much.

I clear my throat, wracking my brain for anything to fill the now very noticeably awkward silence.

“You, um, mind refilling my drink?” 

A little puff of air escapes him, and I watch as a smile pulls at the edge of his lips. Slowly, he turns his head towards me, and all at once I’m reminded of just how massive he is. On his shoulder I’m eye level with him- Mark meeting my gaze out of the corner of his eye… and eye roughly the size of my head. I stagger back a half step, careful to mind my footing. Something about seeing an eye so closely was off-putting, the depth of the brown looking too deep- like something I could fall into; the colour like good healthy dirt.  

He raises an eyebrow.

“Mind getting off?” 

With an exaggerated hop, I let myself drop down the steep slope of his arm, half sliding half falling to his forearm. Mark lets out a yelp at the motion- as if a fall from that height was anything to worry about. 

I step down from his arm, my gait still feeling not quite right- each step somewhat unsteady, as if the table swayed beneath my feet. It wasn’t only my gait- my skin felt strange. Almost numb but not really? It was… buzzing?  Yet despite all the strangeness, there was a warmth in my chest that seemed to spread over into my mind. A light fuzziness that softens the edge of my thoughts. There was an ease- a comfort- that seemed to coat my mind, like a paradoxically warm blanket of snow. 

Maybe a little too warm? 

I knit my brow. 

I could fix that. 

I looked up, craning my neck to meet Marks gaze, 

“So, how about another drink?”

[mxrbidware]

Wetnap

"This is for your own good catnap"

[angelsanarchy]

Tangerine Skies: Possum x Y/N Series CH 6

Tagging: @svgarcaine @icarus-star @romanroyapoligist @tempt-ress @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp @liquidsmoothdomme @auggiethecreator @ethical-cain-vinnel @blacksoul-27

TW: Oral sex, deepthroating

Y/n woke up to Possum's hard on pressed into her back. Possum snored softly into her neck and she reached between them to stroke him.

"Mmm I like dreams like this." He groaned as he stirred.

"Yeah? How do dreams like this usually end for you?" Y/n had felt him grow harder in her hand as she turned around to face him, his grip on her body not allowing her to straddle him.

"Usually with me having to get some wetnaps from a gas station for my sleeping bag." He kept his eyes shut as he laughed and Y/n couldn't help but notice how young he looked like this.

"Well If I use my mouth, you won't have to use wetnaps." Y/n kissed his chest and he groaned. His grip on her loosened and she slithered down to his cock, placing little kisses below his bellybutton.

"I don't know that I will last very long. This is the most I've cum in a while...consecutively anyway." Possum sat up on his elbows watching Y/n closely.

"I just want to choke on you for a few seconds and you can cum whenever you want." Y/n smirked licking the tip. He hissed at the feeling and watched her spit on his length. She tried to push a bit of his pubes out of the way of her mouth as she started to bob her head slowly, letting his dick probe the side of her cheek. She suckled the sides, teasing him slowly before she took the majority of him in, gagging instantly.

"Fuccck. Fuck fuck fuck." His head fell back but he remained propped on his elbows. She could feel his hips trying to stay still but whenever he thursted just slightly she pulled off. She kept trying to keep her hair from falling into her face and Possum noticed, taking her hair into his hands and holding it as he watched her gagging.

"I'm about to blow." He moaned and Y/n could taste the salty spunk hit the roof of her mouth with force before sliding down her throat. He whined with every little pull as she milked his cock to semi-softness before crawling back on top of him.

"I'll never be able to wake up in this tent without a hard cock now." Possum breathed making Y/n laugh.

"Sorry not sorry." She shrugged. Possum smiled at her before glancing at his phone.

"Shit I'm late." He got up and started shuffling about his tent, paused and kissed Y/n with a smile.

"Thank you for the wake up call." He ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

"Anytime." She smirked putting her clothes back on. She watched him gather his things and she almost thought he was preparing to pack it in but he turned around and looked at her.

"I need to ask a huge favor." He took her hands into his and she shook her head.

"What's wrong?" She asked concerned.

"I need you to watch my little brother. I can't take him where I have to go today and I don't want him to worry. He just needs to eat a few times and he'll find the facilities on his own." Possum explained.

"Where are you going that you can't take him?" She asked curiously

"I'm doing a delivery for a guy and if I get caught up, I'm afraid of what they'll do to him." Now Y/n was worried.

"Possum...please don't do anything stupid." Y/n said making Possum freeze.

"It's all good. I can handle it. Will you please do this for me? I don't trust him with anyone else." Possum pleaded.

"Are you in some kind of trouble that maybe I can help with? You don't have to do something that could get you arrested." Y/n tried to talk him out of it.

"I'm always in a little bit of trouble but it's been nice to come back home and have something make it all worth it." He smiled sweetly at her.

"I'll watch him but I want you to stay in touch with me. I'll worry if you don't come back." Possum kissed her quickly and pulled her phone from the picnic table.

"I just put my number in your phone. Try to text me and not call. Calling could get me in some sticky situations. I promise to come back." Possum put his hands on her shoulder and she nodded.

"Hey, you can trust me. I've done this a million times." Possum grabbed his bag and handed the smaller one containing his brother in it to Y/n who took it.

"Please be careful." She said making him roll his eyes.

"Of course! I'll be late so you two don't wait up." Possum gave them both a kiss on the forehead before taking off towards the main road on foot. Y/n watched her phone like a hawk most of the day, keeping an eye on Opossum and trying not to worry.

She wished she had his location and not just his cellphone number but that seemed like a bigger request after only knowing someone for this long. She was startled by a text message and she opened it to see a photo of Possum standing next to a tent in what looked liked like a camping store. The picture was of him looking mischievous and the caption read:

"This tent just gave me a boner...I hope no one notices." Y/n smiled at the text.

"Never thought I'd be jealous of a tent." She replied getting a laughing crying emoji and an alien emoji back. She started to worry less knowing he was at least in a store where other people could keep tabs on him. Maybe he would be alright.

[lightningboltreader]

WIP Wednesday

It was Dominic who turned it sideways. “They remind me of condoms,” he volunteered with a chuckle. “Toss me a condom Reyes, my hands are sticky.” TK and the others chuckled quietly. It was a dumb joke and no one wanted to encourage him. Carlos rolled his eyes playfully and tossed him a square wetnap packet with a smirk.

Picking up his own, Carlos tore at the top with his teeth before pulling the wrapper open and reaching in with two fingers to take out the wipe. He let the wrapper fall to the table and muttered under his breath so only TK could hear, “I too need something for my sticky release.” TK’s head whipped to face him, eyes wide as he watched Carlos unfold the wipe slowly and wrap it around his finger.

“Fuck,” TK whispered. He was going to die.

Bianca took notice as TK began to scramble, pulling out his wallet to grab a few bills with shaky fingers. He flashed her a fake smile as he tucked them under his coaster. “I’m suddenly whipped, I gotta get out of here,” he explained.

She nodded gravely and stepped out of the booth. “Carlos, can you make sure TK gets to his room?” she asked, “He looks really flushed all of the sudden.”

(tags ⬇️)

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[uncle-mojave]

Been eating my Humanitarian Daily Ration packs again, just don't feel good enough to go to the store. They're pretty good. Two vegetarian entrees, two big cookies, crackers, poptart, peanut butter, jam, spoon, matches, salt & pepper, sugar, red pepper and a wetnap.

All high calorie food meant to serve a full day's nutritional and caloric needs.

They're dense but I feel full after each meal.

At $4.50 a ration they're a deal

[knit-kyoto]

「家」開催によせて

12月8日に下北沢spreadで企画します。

普段はバンド主催の形で企画することが多いけど今回は個人として企画します。

企画は割とよくするけど、どうしてもバンド出演も兼ねると、気も張るし単純に体力が持たなくて観たかった人たちの演奏を平常心で見れるケースがかなり少ない、特に東京で演奏するとなると、バンド単位で移動だと車が基本になるからかなりキツい。（この前は初めて新幹線で移動して演奏したけど、負担も少ないし良い演奏できるし絶対マストだ、と思った。）あと、京都に来てもらうとなると交通費とかの経費がかかってそれも負担になる。大阪に比べると人もあんまり入らないし。うーん、という感じで最近は過ごしてました。

そんな時に、たまたま京都市の補助金を見つけ、一気に企画の構想が浮かんで、応募すると受託された（正確に言うと受付の要件を満たした事業者の中で抽選があって当選した）、ということで東京で企画することになった。

ちなみに応募したのはこれ↓

https://aak2024.kyotoartsupport.com/

今回は「若手交流促進枠」での採択を受けた。

なので京都から行く象の背と自分の交通費実費分が補助されることになります。

コロナ禍で文字通り、若手交流だったりバンド活動自体が中断したのは自分も象の背もなので、この機会を活かさないわけにはいかない！と思った。

話を戻す、思いついた企画の構想は嘘偽りなく今決まっている人たちで新しいコンセプトの企画をする、ということだった。

ライブハウスやそれに付随する文化とか空気が苦手な自分が、それでも企画して何をしたいんだろうと考えたとき、思ったのは「その場にいる一人��とりが1人でいれる場所を作りたい」「そこにいることが意思になる場所を作りたい」ということだった。そのために作ったグランドルールも一読いただきたいです。

音楽もそうやけど、一般的に優劣のジャッジに付随するのは、大きさ・強さ・数という尺度だと思う。そこに反抗するための小ささ・弱さ・少なさにも魅力はあるけど、その尺度を手放したいとずっと考えている。

1人で目をつぶっていてもいいし、その場から離れてもいいし、あいさつしなくてもいい。暴力や差別が存在しないことが努められている空間の中で、そこにいる人が好きに過ごしてほしいと思ってます。

そして、その尺度から離れさせてくれるような人たちを今回は呼んだ。

M.A.Z.E.のbushbashでやってたコロナ禍のライブ映像、かなりしびれたのを今でも覚えている。

言葉にして発することの責任とか行く先が画面を通して貫通した。

メンバーの演奏が掛け算や割り算じゃなく、ちゃんと足し算として形になる喜び。（象の背もWETNAPもそうかも。最近はこの感覚を信頼している。）

なによりも音源もライブもめっちゃイケてる。東京で観れたらめっちゃ上がると思ってお誘いさせていただきました。まだお会いしたことが無いですが、真摯に対応いただき、胸が熱くなる瞬間がすでにたくさんあります。出てもらえてうれしい。

WETNAPも最高。カセット出した時のライブをネガポジで観たことがあるけど、過出力でシステマチックを拒絶したパンクでうれしくなった。レコードの作品も当然カッコいい。あんまり自分の語彙ないけど、パンクを聴きたいじゃなくて、WETNAPを聴きたいと思う。あと、一方的に3名ともカッコいいと思わされるエピソードがあってかなり信頼しています。まだ対面して話したことないけど。すみません。ライブハウス苦手と言ったけど、ライブハウスでWETNAPの名前があったらめっちゃ安心するんじゃないかと思う。

象の背、この組み合わせで観たかったから本当に良かった。

勘違いされているとは思わないけど、関西でグッとくる組み合わせで象の背観るの少ないからマジで楽しみ。比較的距離の近い位置で演奏や活動を観ることが多いけど、やりたいことをしっかり選んで活動をしている姿、かなりカッコいいと思う。年上だけじゃなく同世代の人たちにもっと観てもらいたい。現在の京都で最もいいバンドと断言できるのでマストで観てもらえれば！

DJにminorsuicide。村上くんとは先日初めて会った。でも、ずっと前からその活動や言葉に、いつも背中を押されています。詩やZINE制作を主体に活動されているけど、いつかのツイートでDJをやられていたような…と思いだした。

DJの姿は見��ことないけど、自分も参加させてもらったZINEに付属されていた彼の曲を聴いて、DJとして参加をお願いさせてもらった。どんな場所にいてもここに居座る、黒くて形のない感情みたいな暗闇が融和していくような感覚。そういう瞬間が自分の企画にも訪れてほしいと思ってます。自分だけのリズムを見つけたいし、見つけてほしい。

自分も今回DJをする。Spreadは平日の夜に一回遊びにいった事があって、あまりにも空間としてカッコよくて衝撃を受けた。音もびっくりするぐらいよかった。そんな場所でDJできるのマジでうれしい。安心と緊張を繰り返す時間になるかも。

あと、クレジットしてないけどオープンの時間に友達のなかにしがDJしてくれる。本当はオープンの時間はDJとは別に自分が好きな曲流そうかと思ってたけど、この前会ったら「DJやりたい」って言ってくれたからお願いした。決まってからCDJ買ってて気合入ってるぽい。なかにしに甘えて、オープンの時間は会場でバタバタしようと思う。

今回の企画は入場料を固定していません。

500円から3000円の間で任意の金額を受付のboxに入れてください。

「実際いくらいれたらいいんやろ」となる人も多いと思うので、標準価格として2000円を提案しています。参考になれば。

この形は以前、京都芸術センターでやっていた公演で実施されていた形式を参考にしました。お金の価値は大事にしたいけど、それによって機会が奪われることはあってはならないと思ってるので、入場料が来場検討の足かせになる人にとっての負担を軽減できればという気持ちです。（Spread入場の際の1ドリンクチャージは別途お願いします。）

会場内にも投げ銭BOXを配置する予定なので追加で払ってもらうことも可能です。当然イベントなので会場費や出演いただく人たちの経費（出演するまでに発生している練習代などもあります）も発生しています。あなたにとって素晴らしいイベントになれば、追加で支払ってもらえると嬉しいです。

また、会場では「フリマ・出店自由」としています。

自分の作品を出展いただていもいいし、フリマ収入で入場料を賄ってもらってもいいです。入場料を支払ってもらう皆さまにもイベントを作り上げてもらえればと思います。自分もフリマと参加した作品の販売をしようと思ってます。

spreadは下北沢駅からスグですが、階段を下る必要があります。

会場ではシートを敷いて地面に座れる場所を作ろうかと思ってます。（当日の会場の状況次第でフリマスペースも兼ねるかもしれません。ご了承ください。）

来場いただくにあたり考慮すべきこと、不明な点があれば事前にご連絡いただければ幸いです。ickwsnt0217@outlook.jp

当日来場者には企画用に制作したパッチとZINE(フリーペーパー)をお渡しします。パッチは既に制作しましたがかなりカッコいい。イベントもカッコいいイベントだからパッチ無くなるくらい来てほしい。ZINEは今から作ります。毎回企画の直前に書いて印刷する。

最後に、企画のタイトルは「家」です。これからも続ける予定。

村上くんがブログに書いてくれた文章が全てと言っても過言ではないけど、

帰るための家、安心できる家、それは関係性でも血でもなく場所でしかない。

誰かにとっての家は、どこにでもあるべきで保証されるべきだと思う。

収益の一部は、家の鍵をもって避難を続けるパレスチナ・ガザの人々を支援する機関への寄付を予定しています。暴力と差別、そういうものを拒絶し反省する家。何度だってはじめたい。予約不要。あなたの歩みを心待ちにしています。

2024.12.08(Sun.) 12:00-15:00

@下北沢spread

入場料：\500-3000(標準価格\2000)+1drink

来場特典ZINE　パッチ有

フリマ・出店自由

「家」

M.A.Z.E.

WETNAP

象の背

minorsuicide(DJ)

knit(DJ)

※収益の一部はパレスチナ・ガザの支援機関へ寄付します。

連絡/問い合わせ先：ickwsnt0217@outlook.jp

フライヤー配布場所：リンキーディンク下北沢1st,2st、下北沢ERA、Irregular

Rhythm Asylum、エトセトラブックス bookshop

[dylanisdazed]

20, 26?

20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?

Right now...it would be Orville Peck maybe or Jonathan Bailey or someone I can't say

26: Something that will never fail to get you horny?

Sweaty locker room jockstraps........especially if my bubba is in it.

[aridridge]

am i your wetnap? freestyle walkin'

[didyoutrydynamite]

I just realized something if Neptune is afraid of water how does he bathe? Do the other guys have to practically manhandle him or tie him to a chair to scrub him?

Wetnaps.

[theeminentlyimpractical]

Happy US Government Shutdown Drink Name Season to all those who celebrateday drink while furloughed!

2023 Edition:

Here We Go Again (berry cosmo)

The Essential Worker (peach bellini)

Boebert’s Beetle Juice (melon ball)

Menendez’s Sticky Fingers (honey jack and lemonade, served with a wetnap)

Everyone’s Casual Now (Pilsner and a shot of rail whiskey)

McCarthy’s Dilemma (flip a coin: heads to get “FIREballeD” and tails for a “blowJOB” shot)

Red, White, and Blew it (punch)

[school-in-london]

20241116 LAST 2 DAYS / DAY1

SCHOOL IN LONDON LAST 2 DAYS

■DAY1 2024.11.16.(sat) at SPACE TOKYO OPEN/START 5:30 PM / CLOSE 11:00 PM

LIVE: Douglas / LOBSTER / WETNAP

DJ: 村田タケル Guest DJ: TAISHI IWAMI（SUPERFUZZ）

■ DJ: 村田タケル

Malice K / Weed

Armlock / Fear

Alex G / Taking

bar italia / Mariana Trenchrock

Nilüfer Yanya / Like I Say (I runaway)

Toro y Moi / Tuesday

Mourn / Headache

Enumclaw / 2002

Been Stellar / Sweet

Newdad / In My Head

The Last Dinner Party / My Lady of Mercy

Yard Act Feat. Katy J Pearson / When The Laughter Stops

Fontaines D.C. / Jackie Down The Line

HighSchool / Forever at Last

Computerwife / You Make It Look So Easy

Packs / Missy

English Teacher / Nearly Daffodils

Famous / What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life

■Live: LOBSTER

■ DJ: 村田タケル

Deadletter / Credit To Treason

The Murder Capital / Don't Cling To Life

bar italia / Polly Armour

Deerhunter / Adorno（※Spotify無し）

Gilla Band / Going Norway

Talk Show / Underworld

Fat Dog / King of the Slugs

Geordie Greep / Holy, Holy

Friko / Crashing Through

a fungus / Mark's Bag

The Undertones / Teenage Kicks

Fontaines D.C. / You Can't Realise (Darklands Versions)（※Spotify無し）

Dancer / Change

The Beatles / Paperback Writer

Silverbacks / Sirens

Do Nothing / Fits

Fontaines D.C. / Hurricane Laughter

Tramhaus / The Big Blowout

Folly Group / I'll Do What I Can

Mourn / Gertrudis, Get Through This!

■Live: WETNAP

■GUEST DJ: TAISHI IWAMI（SUPERFUZZ）

Yak / No（※Spotify無し）

Ditz / Ded Würst

Mandy Indiana / Alien 3（Daniel Avery Remix）

Park Hye Jin / No

The Psychotic Monks / Crash

Idoru & SIIE / Violent (Panther Modern Remix)

The Dare / Bloodwork

Helena Hauff / Rupture (Hardspace Mix)

Sextile / Disco

Eurythmics / Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

Fontaines D.C. / Jackie Down the Line

Sorry / Let the Lights On

The Horrors / Who Can Say

Joy Division / Love Will Tear Us Apart

Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark / Enola Gay

FUR / If You Know That I’m Lonely

GIRLS / Lust for Life

Beck / Loser

Oasis / Wonderwall

Fontaines D.C. / Too Real

Amyl and The Sniffers / Security

SPRINTS / Drones

Automatic / Too Much Money

Suicide / Ghost Rider

Ramones / Rockaway Beach

Shame / Alphabet

The Libertines / I Get Along

■Live: Douglas

■ DJ: 村田タケル

Straw Man Army / State Of The Art

Drahla / Concrete Lily

The Rapture / Out of the Races and Onto the Tracks

Goat Girl / tcnc

Frederik Valentin / Ego Death

Jamie xx / Treat Each Other Right

Overmono, The Streets / Turn The Page

HMLTD / Music!

cumgirl8 / mercy

Lime Garden / I Want To Be You

Computerwife / Vacation

GWENDOLINE / Rock 2000

Courting / The Hills

Sonic Youth / Teeage Riot

Diiv / Blankenship

julie / Clairbourne Practice

Being Dead / Firefighters

Fontaines D.C. / Too Real (Live at Kilmainham Gaol)

Hinds / Stranger (ft. Grian Chatten)

Fontaines D.C. / Favourite

~Ending~ Porridge Radio / A Hole In The Ground

[dirty-satellites]

ダーサテ四年ぶりの復活企画第二弾を 8月にWhat's Upでやります🔥

世代を超えた最高エモ&メロディックパンクバンドをお呼びしました👊

DIRTY SATELLITES presents 2024/8/3(sat)@UGUISUDANI WHAT’S UP “Resurrection Gig after 4 years #2”

ACT : ★DIRTY SATELLITES ★THE URCHIN ★PROM ★WETNAP

18:00 READY? / 18:30 GO!! adv 2000yen / door 2300yen + 1D

advance ticket : kid6452@gmail.com https://shorturl.at/bDOY6

[hmgn3]

23-11-18(sat) Road Trip To 全感覚祭＠川崎ちどり公園

【全感覚ステージ】 渋さ知らズ 踊ってばかりの国 GLANS GEZAN ゆるふわギャング Sapphire Slows DJ HIKARU YELLOWUHURU

【かちこみステージ】 切腹ピストルズ 鎮座DOPENESS KOPY やっほー

【セミファイナルジャンキーステージ】 THE GUAYS 有刺鉄戦 Penisboys 高倉健 moreru SUMMERMAN 天国注射 WETNAP Abos

【ARTIST】 STANG 飯田団紅 Masahiro Yoshimoto Teji 高橋盾（UNDERCOVER） harune.h とんだ林蘭 前田流星 ソノダノア 北山雅和 YUICHIRO TAMAKI 佐藤円 NAZE 蝉丸 名越啓介 池野詩織 河野未彩 BOTAN 水谷太郎 lee(asano+ryuhei)

【演出&LIGHTING】 遠藤治郎 Funkdemic

【SHOP&FOOD】 パラダイスアレイ たべるとくらしの研究所 garland/kongtong Piyo Bake GRGR BOY CANNNABIS ディッキーズリメイク 7days あたため大使 シンボパン インド富士 RACCOS BURGER さやかぁちゃん食堂 RR-coffee tea beer books- CCB