Bass flops are the new hotness for this years White Boy Summer.
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in my mind sho is a rlly good drummer
like he took an interest in playing during elementary school, when they brought the instruments around to entice people to do band, and his mom was more than happy to get him a snare and a practice pad so he could start learning. (his father…slightly less enthusiastic, mainly bc sho refused to play on the practice pad and would beat the snare all hours of the day). and it ended up being a perfect fit for him, as he quickly advanced well beyond his peers and was playing a full kit in the jazz band by the time he was 11.
then, when the claw stuff started getting more serious, the drumming dwindled out. sho was rarely home—moving from base to base, traveling the world with his father, training in open fields to hone his skills—and his poor little snare collected dust in the corner of his room. when he Was home, he certainly didn’t have the energy to play it. but that never quelled the rhythm within him, and he often found himself playing out little beats on his knees when he was bored. it was only when he started to push away from his father did he realize how much he missed it
after the world domination arc, sho returns home. positively exhausted and reeling from the emotional trauma he had went through, he collapses on his bed and tries his best to force himself to sleep. but the memories come to him in flashes—his father throwing him across the room, hitting him with blast after blast, ritsu’s older brother showing up to defend him, the fight in the air, the explosion. he finds himself staring at the ceiling wondering how the fuck he ended up here. he feels his fingers itch with a beat as tears well up in his throat.
he turns his head to the side and catches sight of his snare tucked away in the corner, white face reflecting the moonlight from his window.
he takes it to the basement and plays the entire night.
from there, he takes to it again like a fish to water. in a moment of impulsivity, he orders a full kit for himself. (he only finds out after the fact that his mom had the same thought of getting him one, and they laugh over it as they embrace). he spends every day after school playing on his kit. he learns new techniques from youtube and recreates anime osts on the drums and feels the kid in him thrive.
ritsu says he should join a band.
“you’re good,” he says between licks of his ice cream. “like. really good.” the summer sun beats down on both of their faces, but when ritsu turns to smile at sho he feels a different kind of warmth blossom onto his face. “i think it’d be good for you.”
“maybe,” sho smiles, knocking his hip into ritsu’s, eliciting a laugh from both of them. the muffled taps of his fingers against his leg reverberate in his ears, reminding him of the life he’s gotten so lucky to live. “we’ll see what happens…”
the rest of the walk to spirits and such is filled with laughter, conversation, and the rhythmic beating of their hearts.
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DECEPPTIOOONÑN
DISGRAAAEEHHHAAAASSE
EVILASPLAINASTHE SCAR ON HIS FACE
DECEPTION (A.N.O.U.T.R.A.G.E)
DISGRAAACE (F.O.R.S.H.A.M.E)
he asked for trobll the mohment he came
DECEPTION (A.N.O.U.T.R.A.G.E)
DISGRAAAAAÃÄĀÄÆCE~ (F.O.R.S.H.A.M.E)
(You know these outsider types)
EVILASPLAINASTHESCARONHISFACE (SEE YA LATER. AGITATOR)
DEEEECEPSHOWN (A N O U T R A G E)
DISGRAAAAACE (F O R S H A M E)
(Traitor go back with your own)
he asked for trobll the mohment he came (SEE YA LATER. AGITATOR)
boOOOOOORN in grief
rrrRRAAAAIIIIsed in hate
hEEEEELLllpless tooo
deFYYYYYYY his fate
lEEEEET him RUN
leeEEEET him LIVE
But
DO.NOT.FORGET.WHAT.WE.CANNOT.FORGIIIIIIIIIVE
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bip bop ho bobo scoodely do
skip hop a reebop i'm doin' a few
tip tap typety stylin and free
oops i got distracted and can't finish this ADHD ass poem
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finally picked up waybt again and got to the cobra starship part
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The Mad, Mad, Mad Comedians (1970)
Well, I don’t know how I’ve managed to live this long without ever seeing this, as a life long classic comedy and vaudeville fan, as someone who grew up on Rankin-Bass specials, and also as someone has actually researched and directed one of the scenes in the show. Captain Obvious, make way for Captain Oblivious! At any rate I stumbled on it a few days ago in the midst of preparing my new book…
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