also heres my masonna vinyl i bought last year, it was released on p-tapes (P2) in i think ‘93 and 1005 copies were made. beautiful vinyl color and floral sketches. into it. its two live performances, one performed on one day at kxlu radio and the other on the next day at some club(?). side b is my fave, you can hear the audience talk over yamazaki screaming and shaking a canister of god-knows-what’s (coins is my guess).

bitter-optimist  asked:

So I was actually thinking about this AU over dinner, and it's like, maybe instead of trying to power the city, they're trying to collect souls, but Asgore is initially unwilling to just straight up steal souls from kids, so he has this whole thing going to scare bits and pieces of souls from them in order to slowly get enough to break the barrier, but it's taking so long everyone is getting impatient, forcing him to turn to Undyne and Alphys who invent a soul extracting machine. :P

(Please excuse the quality of this photo.)

Yes, instead of scream canisters, there will be small coffins. When you open the coffin, you hear screams. (The heart is the gauge, I guess.)

This got dark fast.

I-I have to post this.

anonymous asked:

AU where pre-epiphany Tarrlok hits on Korra, Katara sense a disturbance in the force and appears in the city, making Tarrlok so uncomfortable he admits a douchy muddled version of his entire backstory to everyone's horror.

Hey anon I wrote >3000 words about this.

Tarrlok puts his hand on Korra’s shoulder and steers her back up the stairs towards the city hall, away from the reporters. There’s something charming about the way she blinks flashbulb after-images from her eyes.

The gala has gone spectacularly well so far.

He leads Korra to a corridor that’s relatively quiet, and it’s only then that she shrugs his hand away.

Tarrlok ignores a brief pang of annoyance, and keeps smiling. “You’re a natural at public speaking, I have to say. It’s not easy standing in front of the press, but you seemed completely confident.”

Korra looks over her shoulder, back to the stairs, then glowers at him. “Yeah, well, it wasn’t like I had a lot of choice.”

Keep reading

Reporting from Ferguson, the St. Louis Suburb That Has Become America’s Latest Racial Hotspot

Last night, I walked out of the Target in Ferguson, Missouri, to find my car behind police tape. Cops in riot gear were extending their security perimeter around West Florissant Avenue, where protests over the death of unarmed teenager Michael Brown turned into looting and riots Sunday night and clashes with police on Monday.

“You better hurry up and go get it,” a man in a group parked near me said. The cops let me retrieve my vehicle after a stern warning (complete with a rifle being waved around) to go left and not right when I reached the edge of the lot. Five minutes later I heard four tear gas canister volleys. Ten seconds after that a 20-something black man in a caravan of Ferguson residents came over.

“We going,” he said. “You coming?”

What followed was a raucous four-hour stretch marked by smoked out streets and rage. By midnight, West Florissant was littered with rocks, broken glass, spent tear gas canisters and pepper balls. As we approached the police line from the north, cops were flying everywhere and people were honking and and screaming. After hearing the canisters fly, people were angry enough to run stoplights, ignore cop cars and speed across town to make it to ground zero and figure out what was happening.

Brown, as you may have heard, was killed Saturday by a St. Louis County police officer. One protestor told me his death was the “spark that lit the fire,” one that’s been long smoldering in this St. Louis suburb, where relations between residents and police aren’t so hot. The details surrounding the 18-year-old’s death have been the subject of much contention, but whether Brown was shot between seven and ten times, as his cousin Sabrina Webb and many others claimed Monday, or whether it was less than that doesn’t really matter here. Nor does the fact that police maintain Brown struggled with the as-of-yet unnamed officer. What is gnawing at emotions and bubbling up at protests where many chanted “black power” Monday is the fact that Brown was unarmed and was apparently approached by the officer for jaywalking.

“They thought he was somebody else,” Webb told me after pleading through a bullhorn that protestors not resort to the looting that resulted in damage to several businesses Sunday night. “It was racial profiling.”


Can we talk about how on tumblr’s mobile app when you just hold the reblog button down and the little bar fills up all I can think of is monsters inc when they fill the scream canisters. My brain even makes the noise that they make. All I’m saying is that I like it because then you get to feel like a bad ass monster that’s super awesome and fills scream canisters