The 5.6.7.8's- Bomb the Twist EP
(Rock & Roll, Garage Rock, Surf Punk)
Released: January 11, 1996 [Sympathy for the Record Industry]
Producer(s): The 5.6.7.8's
Some bands seem overly obscure (Neo Boys, Dishrags, Pink Section), a touch too mainstream (Go-Go’s, Donnas, Hole, and Pandoras), glam or hard rock (Runaways, L7), or disco and dance-oriented (the Gossip, currently with eight million YouTube watchers). Those bands, I argue, are superlative,
!! rayman is one of my newfound interests, so i decided to make this blog to have a nice cozy place to talk about rayman and all things rayman related!
!! just having some, uhm, rayfun? let me have fun in my enclosure!
check out my rentry !!
☆!! read under br for dni + interests !!☆
DNI
☆ usual dni crit, proship, nsfw, dream fans, and any weirdos hiding in the shadows…
Interests
general::
Collecting items, sorting things, playlist making, art, stuffed animals, web page making, web preservation, lost media, fandom/web culture.
media ::
rayman (real shocker,) team fortress two, good omens, captain lazerhawk, spongebob, sonic the hedgehog, care bears, the smiths, lego monkie kid, the lego movies, bluey, the simpsons.
5 - how many WIPs do I have, and what pairings/fandoms are they for?
oh my god I have so many WIPs I actually cannot count them all
for actually *active* WIPs (and not just things that have been left to die in my google docs) I have:
2 Joaquín Torres x OC fics
2 sambucky fics
2 buckynat fics
1 stucky fic
4 ghostsoap fics
2 ghost x OC fics
1 Captain price x OC fic
(and then a lot of art WIPs that will probably never see the light of day)
6 - the last line I wrote
“Shepherd,” he says, low and dangerous, “you don’t need to worry about the 141 coming for you. You need to worry about me coming for you.”
7 - post a snippet from a WIP
The face in front of Steve looks, well, old, but familiar all the same. No amount of passing years could burn Bucky Barnes out of Steve’s memory. The cleft chin, the defined cheekbones, the somber yet pouty expression Bucky perfected somewhere around the ninth grade that made all the girls fawn over him. Even seventy years later, Bucky Barnes looks like he’s equal parts dangerous and beautiful, a glint of mischief in eyes surrounded by crows feet and a drooping brow. For a moment he allows himself to get lost in the picture, wondering what a ninety-five year old Bucky is getting up to other than flirting with the nurses at a long term care facility, and then the hologram collapses as quickly as it appeared.