#yippee ki yay ig

[yuan4i]

if you have ever liked any of my posts then i've probably stalked you before.

[aceofspades-11b]

me after PHY102 medsem2

[josiebelladonna]

mercury retrograde: all i can think of is all alone by mad season 🥺

last day in paradise: one of those songs that sticks with you and you don’t really have a reason for it, either. it just... is. 

tom sawyer: *neil peart smiling from heaven*

shades of grey: alex being self aware? what a man.

pratique lo que predicas: this is weirdly more sinister than the original, like… picture a knife being sharpened.

the lizard: headcanon: alex was jimmy morrison in another life

channel 4: whatever you do, don’t fall asleep listening to this one. just... trust me on this.

revelation (mother earth): *ozzy laughing in the distance*

out there somewhere: alex: i can’t sleep. nathan: sorry, dude. matt: did someone say ‘splash cymbal’?

western sabbath stomp: picture alex in black cowboy boots, black leather pants that are a bit too snug, no shirt, big black cowboy hat… and the star of david around his neck. yippee ki yo ki yay motherfucker 🔥

panna: bread? bread.

bollywood: getting a weird little dave matthews vibe from this. idk, i expect to see carter beauford listed and a horn section somewhere. this is also one of those songs where my hips just instinctively start swaying to the rhythm the second it starts.

song of the open road: alex, did you take one of the many road trips my family and me had when i was a kid, either from carson city down to my grandparents’ house in simi then the antelope valley, or from carson city up to montana and down through yellowstone, and didn’t tell us because-

veritas: you are hearing the sound of a man breaking his own heart.

99/09: *heavy breathing*

path of least resistance: this cocaine makes me feel like i’m on this song. this song makes me feel like a broom.

alone in brooklyn: this is one of those songs where if you’re not in the right state of mind, oh my god, do you feel it. like, when it hits you wrong, it hits you WROOOOOOOONG and it’s especially difficult to explain to someone else if all they listens to is music with singing and shit.

the river lethe: alex in chains.

flection: i can think of about 50 things you can do with that tongue and i ain’t telling you half of them, mr. skolnick.

fade to black: ...yes. yes, THAT fade to black. and tbh, i kinda like it better than the original. this one’s more humble.

bollywood club remix: it’s like he knew someone as sensual as me would come along. EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!

unbound: something oddly heartbreaking about this one once i’ve had my deep listen through their discography. i just picture alex having the same look on his face the time i told him on ig live i couldn’t watch him that night. that look on his face and monsoon flow raindrops sliding down from my eyes to imitate tears.

django tango: *george costanza voice* there should be some salsa on the table here.

conundrum: if unbound is heartbreaking, this is like the weirdly unhinged older brother that drank five cups of coffee during a depressive episode. why am i under the impression alex has dealt with some severe anxiety or depression in his life.

culture shock: 🤠

gymnopédie no. 1: if you know the backstory on this one, it conjures a... *tina belcher voice* very nice image.

dodge the bambula: the sound of a mental breakdown at the coso junction rest stop bathroom at 1 in the morning where there’s no one else on the road and you’re about 100 miles from civilization.

key of sea: alex is a merman. no, i will not elaborate.

a question of moral ambiguity: alright. *sigh* who farted.

protect the dream: the one trio song that genuinely puts me to sleep. need i say more.

florida man blues: ALEX SINGING ALEX SINGING ALEX SINGING ALEX SINGING ALEX SINGING ALEX SINGING ALEX SINGING ALEX SINGING and he’s actually got a pretty good voice? he’s off-key but like... reel him in and have him tune up a bit, and he could actually do some legit singing in his own rite at some point. he’s got a nice full baritone à la nick cave or mark lanegan or somebody.

their covers are like little gems, too, and many of which you would never expect to work in a free jazz setting—look no further than the metallica, testament, or ozzy covers; they’ve also covered judas priest!

[poor-boy-orpheus]

My boss just walked over and gave me two tickets to a Mumford and Sons concert tonight so yippee ki yay ig

[rangerdrabbles]

Becoming Worthy: Axe

3rd in the series. As usual, credit for this concept goes to power_rangers_psycho_zeo on IG. Ft. my canon-divergent Charlie.

Axe wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of having an out of body experience, even if it did result in phenomenal cosmic power. As it turned out, however, he didn’t have to. 

They’d dropped down to a trade planet for supplies. None of them had sensed or expected any danger, so they’d split up to cover more ground. Axe, unfortunately, found himself right in the middle of a fire fight between a red ranger version of Robocop and a group of creatures that were probably native to that planet. Laser fire whizzed past his ear, and a loud boom echoed above his head.

“Careful there, bud, you almost ate it.” The ranger had apparently blasted whatever had been trying to blast him. “Best get out of the way, unless you can fight, in which case do you mind covering me? I called for backup a half hour ago and I’m still waiting.” She ducked behind a rock. “Yippee yi ki yay mother-”

“You have any idea who you’re talking to?” Axe asked. What kind of ranger she was he didn’t know, but she was still a ranger. And she was asking him for help. Not demanding-asking.

“Listen buddy, I don’t care if you’re the devil himself. If you can fight to some degree, I could use all the help I can get. Otherwise, stay back and watch yourself, okay?” She got up and ran forward, dodging laser fire.

Well, he couldn’t stay out of a fight, ranger or no ranger. It wasn’t the psycho way, after all. Axe sighed and transformed into his psycho form, speeding to the opposite side and summoning his weapon.

“Psycho ranger huh? That’s interesting,” he could hear the ranger murmuring as she fought alongside him. “Can I get your autograph after this? The cadets back home won’t believe it.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Axe slashed and weaved in and out of the fight with ease. This ranger was insane.

“Nope,” she replied. 

Between the two of them, they were able to dispatch the rest rather quickly. Charlie actually managed to arrest them all-Axe hadn’t killed them, as they hadn’t been into killing much lately. 

“Thanks for the assist, by the way,” she said. “Name’s Charlie. I’m what’s left of SPD A Squad. The rest went traitor.” She was about to reply further when a ship landed and out came the time force rangers-well, minus Wes. “Well it’s about damn time,” Charlie said. “If it hadn’t been for this guy, I’d be smuggler bait.”

“There are smugglers out there too,” Trip retorted, pointing out into space. 

“Speaking of him, he and the other psycho rangers are wanted on several planets for a multitude of crimes, including-” Jen started to say.

“He’s not going anywhere.” The other psychos had arrived, minus Trek, who’d figured they could handle things well enough. 

“Just try us, rangers,” Virgil said. “It won’t come out in your favor.”

The time force rangers tensed for a fight, and Jen looked to Charlie. “You know we have to bring them in-they’re wanted in a multitude of-”

“Wrong,” Charlie said. “They’re not wanted on this planet, and unless you have prove they’ve committed any crimes here today, then you have nothing on them. Also, correct me if I’m wrong, but aside from answering distress calls, your jurisdiction is time disturbances unless it’s your own time and place. Which it isn’t, correct?”

“Oh come on, you can’t seriously be-” Jen protested. “They have to answer for-”

“You rangers think you’re so high and mighty,” Nokrea said. “I’d like to show you-”

Photon held up a hand for silence, and Nokrea went quiet. All the psychos tensed, ready to fight but waiting to see how the scene would play out. 

“SPD handles criminals all over the galaxies,” Charlie went on. “However, as I’ve said, they aren’t wanted on this planet and there’s likely no proof they committed any crimes here today. But regardless of that, he and they would be under my jurisdiction as an SPD officer. And today, I’m dealing with smugglers. Smugglers that happened to be dealt with with the assistance of a psycho ranger. The smugglers are dealt with, so you may stand down.”

“I’m not letting them go,” Jen said. “I’m not, not after-”

“They’re my jurisdiction, not yours,” Charlie said. “And I’m letting them go. I suggest you stand down, because I’m pretty damn sure they’ll fight you, and while ranger code obligates me to prevent them from killing you, it doesn’t obligate me to stop them from defending themselves or their comrade.”

There was silence, followed by a staredown. Finally, Jen assented. “Fine. We’re done here. But I won’t forget this.” 

“Oh, I can’t imagine you will,” Charlie replied lightly, watching them go. After their ship had lifted off, she muttered, “Next time Crueger’s sending me with backup.”

The psychos glanced at her with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. Finally Axe asked,”Why?”

“You helped me, I help you. Besides, I was telling the truth. They don’t have a right to arrest you for anything unless you’re time hopping-or maybe going on a maiming spree. But you’re all right, psycho ranger.” Charlie held out a hand to him.

Axe stared at her hand for a moment, uncertain. But then he shook it, and as he did, he could feel his uniform change.When he looked down, there was a mixture of psycho and zeo blue. 

“I should recommend you guys for A squad,” Charlie joked. “Man, Crueger would have a heart attack. Anyway, if you need an escort out of here let me know. But thanks again.”