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mountainhaunt · 8 months

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first ten songs on my on repeat playlist! tagged by @the-vaticunt <3

1. Crooked Still - Little Sadie (im so obsessed with it lately idek)

2. Hozier - Sunlight (has absolutely nothing to do with astarion i promise)

3. Lera Lynn - Wolf Like Me

4. Mother Mother - Hayloft II

5. Poor Man's Poison - Hell's Comin' With Me

6. The Crane Wives - Tongues & Teeth

7. Crooked Still - Ecstasy

8. Ashley Johnson/Troy Baker - Wayfaring Stranger (cover obvs)

9. Lord Huron - The Night We Met

10. Brandi Carlile - Raise Hell

i've been.. aggressively enjoying a certain vibe lately

literally anyone who wants to do this, have at it

#so many banjos #crooked still #poor mans poison #the crane wives #mother mother #lera lynn #ashley johnson #troy baker #brandi carlile #lord huron #tag game #txt

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black-and-yellow · 1 year

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I know this revelation may not fit with the cool punk-rock aura that I try to emanate, but I just so happen to be a model horse enthusiast. And if one day you are so bold as to be mean to me I will force you to watch me post about it. This is a warning.

#this post was brought to you by me being frustrated about trying to buy things #I have messaged so many people on FB Marketplace asking about shipping costs #and so far have had 1 reply for a model i wasn't even that bothered about #please I just want a reasonably priced Banjo #does anyone want a post that lists my most hated molds #because I will make that too #stock mare my enemy

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sickmachete · 1 year

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ELENA HIIII HAPPY BIRTHDAY im so lucky to have gotten to know you so far!!! have an amazing day :3

HI SO ok ok so i was sitting here like do i say JAY!!!! or BAN!!!! and then i went... banjay.....BANJO............ and well. i just had to tell you KSJDHFGHSKDJH BUT THANK YOU tytytytyytyytytytyty BITING YOU

#bday #asks #ban 🐹#banjo 🐹#ok i cant describe it but your pfp reminds me of this little emoji AND WELL.......#🪕WAIT THERES A BANJO EMOJI #omg #jay 🪕#sorry for giving you ten different name tags im indecisive KSJDHFGDHJS #BUT THANK YOU FOR THE HAPPY BDAY<3333333333333333 #MWAH #wait theres literally also an 👂 ear emoji STOP HAVING SO MANY OPTIONS...........

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sleepdepravity · 8 months

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Working from home means sometimes tango will yowl at me and all he wants is for me to sit on the couch or something with him. Unfortunately this brings me away from the work computer. Cat-mandated break.

#work work work #well. one of the main things the department has been talking about #is they emphasize wellness breaks and such throughout the work day #so some amount of sitting with my cat is fine #I still try to make it so it’s like at. the very end of the work day or something.#tangerine tango banjo #even so I still have SO MANY DOCUMENTS TO REVIEW

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noblehcart · 8 months

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me: well this'll be fun. i have a solid vocabulary, i think, so i doubt this'll expand it by much.

-listens to 5 min of Stephen Fry on Language-

me: -throwing my vocab & dictionary book across the room-

#// ooc #fuuuuuuuuuuuck #i MEAN #yes contextually i can figure the definition #but singularly holy fuck #i have not looked up so many words in ages #wow let me grab my dunce cap and banjo #HUMBLED #is the word here though #dang

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shadowsong26x · 1 year

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me: yay, i found an emulator where i can play banjo kazooie which was my Favorite Game (there might even be banjo tooie available for later!)

me: ::gets to rusty bucket bay::

me: ::gets to the fucking engine room::

me: ..............why do i love this game again.

#banjo kazooie #i know i'm not the only one who hates that bit #how many times must i fall off the stupid rotating platform #who designed this #why was this necessary #i just want to finish this stupid level so i can move on to click clock wood which i remember liking!#i am v. proud of myself that i managed to get all 100 notes on clanker's cavern though!#have never managed that before

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sezja · 2 years

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For the record, Banjo fakes their death after the bloody banquet - just lets Slejsa's party and the Scions think they're dead, and returns to Limsa Lominsa in secret, hoping to lie low with the rogues until this all blows over.

So Hydaelyn starts pelting them with Echo visions of what Slejsa, Bjarni, and Danica are getting up to in Ishgard. Not only is this frankly terrifying, but it also leaves Banjo almost bedridden because the visions are so frequent and so clear-

So they return to the party during Raubahn's rescue. They do not explain their absence, and they don't really bother asking for permission to join the others in Ishgard, either; Hydaelyn says they need to be here, so evidently they don't get a say in the matter

#furan banjo #importantly: banjo's not the shard of azem in this party #that's slejsa #so all of hydaelyn's efforts bent to getting slejsa to where they need to be #ultimately require banjo to be there too #whether they like it or not #(ultimately they like it. they love slejsa and the others.)#(but they DO repeatedly try to run from the call.)#(MANY times over the course of the story)#(they've more or less stopped by shadowbringers)

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thatbanjobusiness · 1 year

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Top 5 "What the fuck, Bill Monroe?" moments in bluegrass history ;D

I am cackling so bad at this prompt. Gosh, I'm sure I'm forgetting major things or misrepresenting a memory or two, BUT LET'S HAVE A GOOD TIME, YO!

How would you like to work for a band where you're afraid you're going to get shot because of your boss's love triangle? Please enter: Bill Monroe and His Blue Grass Boys in the mid-1940s. Bill Monroe was openly bringing his mistress Bessie on the road with him as the band toured. Bessie's current husband was a cop. You know, armed and pissed. Presumably, according to a semi-unreliable book, Bill's bandmates were concerned that they were huge-ass targets for Angry Cop Husband. They were gunning down the road at >90 mph in a car with "Bill Monroe and His Blue Grass Boys" emblazoned on the sides - you really couldn't make yourselves a bigger target for an angry cop.

In an accurate book, there was a short period of time where some unknown figure went out on full revenge against Bill. I think it's been theorized at least part of it was an angry ex-lover. She(?) they(?) vandalized his car with "hateful words"; broke into his house, smashed a fire poker through an image of Bill's face, pried all the awards of his off their displays and ripped his name off, and smashed two of his mandolins into hundreds of shards; and in another incident broke into his tour bus and stole jewelry, photos, and cash worth thousands of dollars. A few months later, he and his wife divorced, and he heard someone shooting a gun into the side of his cabin. Bill, nervous, was seen performing in a bullet proof vest that year. To describe just. A fraction of the drama that happened in that half a year.

There are great stories involving Bill being the bouncer at his own concerts. One of my favorites involves the band being heckled by a concert goer, whom Bill told several times to shut up. Well, in the middle of a GOSPEL number, Bill turned to his lead singer and said, "Carry on, Lester." Thus the band sang that gospel number above the chaotic sounds of their boss chucking the unruly guest down the flight of stairs behind them.

Bill Monroe got into a car accident that put him in a body cast for three months not because he couldn't avoid a crash, but because he was too stubborn to budge because "he was right." A drunk driver came careening up the wrong side of the road, heading straight towards them, and Bessie screamed for Bill to swerve, "He's coming into our lane! Get over!" and Bill stubbornly shouted, "Let HIM get over!" And thus Bill sustained nineteen broken bones, including a broken pelvis, a spine fractured in five places, a compound leg fracture, arm fractures, a broken nose, and three cracks in his skull. He had a concussion and the force avulsed one eye out of the socket. Despite these monumental injuries and being in shock, Bill pushed the eye back into its socket himself, carried Bessie (a big, tall lady!) off the road, and insisted on walking himself on his own two legs into the hospital. When people later asked Bill about this event, he bragged about his encounter with the drunk driver, "I didn't give an inch!" How the heck is this man real? There's stubborn and then there is Bill Monroe Stubborn.

Bill made his band (for next to no money) build the stage for his festival he was hosting on his farm. The stage was thirty feet wide. One of the largest trees they felled, intended to be a beam that went over the top of the stage, was so large and heavy it took the entire band struggling to get it off their truck. And then their boss waltzes over, grabs it, balances it on his shoulder, walks it to the stage, and throws it on the ground. While the band just stares in disbelief.

Gosh. I'm angry that I have to stop at five. There are dozens more stories rattling in my head. "Bill Monroe Stories" is its own GENRE! I love this idiot man, his superhuman strength, and his larger-than-life personality. And I am so angry, so angry, that the biopic they've been planning to make has been in development hell for like a decade. Who needs another fictional superhero story when you've got THIS?

#there were so many ways I could take this prompt #I could've talked about the 'eggs' he ate in the Japan hotel or his complaints about 'doughnuts' or some of his most absurd quotes #more stories about his strength or his stubbornness #oh right like the times that he insisted on performing despite being in the hospital for MAAAAAJOR reasons THAT DAY #or the little everyday nothings that make you laugh out loud #I know I've told you these stories before Silas but I hope it's fun for all #daddy boi billiam #thatbanjobusiness #that banjo business #how the heck did bluegrass have a superhuman for its founder?

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shih-coulda-had-it · 16 days

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Since you drew En playing the electric guitar do you have any headcannons for an OFA band AU? Like what user plays/does what?

I love the OFA logo that's on electric guitarist En's shirt btw! 💓

Not only am I going to give you a list of who's doing what, I'm going to give you 1.4k of a ficlet from Bruce's POV because I've been doing everything but my final papers!

THE BAND

Yoichi: Lead vocalist, ex-bass guitar

Kudou: Drummer

Bruce: Band manager, does travel and concert arrangements; ex-electric guitar

Shinomori: Equipment manager, helps with logistics; ex-electric guitar

Banjo: Electric guitar 1, ex-keyboardist, percussionist when necessary

En: Electric guitar 2 + Smoke effects

Nana: Bass guitar, female vocalist when necessary

Toshinori: Nana’s ward, roadie, learning bass guitar

+ Sorahiko: Full-time roadie, electric guitar when necessary

Izuku: Not here yet, but he's probably part of a One for All revival era

OFA Band AU in my hands still has Quirks, and the majority of the group practices vigilantism when they're not playing music. AFO is less demon of the underworld evil, and more capitalist/the guy funding industry plants evil. He's a music executive. He and Yoichi used to play music together, but when AFO went to college to be a business major, Yoichi doubled down on music and was recruited by Kudou and Bruce. OFA developed from there.

Pairings are Trio Holders, FourthFifth, and who knows what's going with Sorahiko. (This is a no Husbando Shimura/no Kotarou AU.)

Read the ficlet below!

“Banjo,” Shinomori says with a tone more indulgent than scolding, “stop bullying En with Blackwhip. He’s going to trip and fall on his face mid-performance, and then where will you be?”

“Laughing, probably,” Bruce cuts in before Banjo can say something flirtatious. He needs their equipment manager present and sharp-eyed. Shimura’s friend does a passable job at rounding up stray amps and cords, but only when he’s not herding Toshinori away from chatting up the crowds who want to stalk One for All members backstage. “Pack the instruments in the bus, would you? We’re cutting it close.”

Banjo winks at Shinomori and strums a quick, humorous cue anyway. “Yeah, no problem, Sandaime. We going out after?”

“Depends on Kudou.”

“Ah, gotcha. See you in a bit.” Banjo tips his chin up and obligingly, Shinomori bends his neck and plants a chaste kiss to the carefully maintained stubble on the electric guitarist’s cheek. The roguish grin softens. Bruce manfully restrains himself from being a hypocrite about PDA, and goes to find Shimura.

She’s a little further backstage, and her bass guitar is already locked away. Set beside her bedazzled monstrosity of a case is En’s unassuming one. When Bruce chances upon them, Shimura is in the middle of fussing with her cousin’s jacket. She straightens the high collar, notices Bruce, and says a cheerful hello.

En echoes her, but he adds a respectful, “Sandaime.”

God. Bruce is going to strangle Banjo for starting that up, especially as it’s been picked up by not just the band but also the media. The more impressionable members of the band—En and Toshinori—treat the titles with more respect than a bad joke should get, and the journalists have started using them in place of their names.

“Everyone packed? Where’s Torino and Toshinori?”

“Sorahiko had a phone call,” En volunteers. “I think Toshinori headed back to the bus early because he had homework to finish.”

“What? Did he tell you that? It’s a week to the deadline!” Shimura scoops up her case and En’s, inclines her head at Bruce, and starts booking it. Her decision to apprentice Toshinori still strikes Bruce as a shortsighted one, but it remains one of the few times Bruce actually remembers her performing some kind of paperwork magic to ensure the application was filled to perfection. Usually, Shimura procrastinates to the point of Torino needing to swoop in and forge her signature.

En peers up at Bruce like he’s expecting something.

“What,” says Bruce. The junior electric guitar player shrugs in deliberate carelessness.

“Are we heading out after?”

“Have you been talking to Banjo?” Bruce asks, dry, and shakes his head. “It depends on Kudou. Where’s our illustrious leader?”

“Necking with Nidaime in the dressing room.”

Wordlessly, Bruce digs into his pocket and hands over the carton of candy cigarettes. En isn’t actually capable of eating tobacco, much less real cigarettes, but he has a sweet tooth and a sly sense of humor. Moreover, he is amenable to being bribed.

Clever fingers pop open the carton and slide one white chalky stick of sugar out. En sticks it into his mouth with a pleased hum and chirps a half-garbled, “I’ll get Banjo-senpai to the bus. Is Yondaime driving?”

“Torino knows the city streets better. He’ll get us to the inn, and after that, we’ll figure out carpools back.” Bruce rubs the back of his neck and sighs. “Hey. You did good with the bridge for ‘Residual Mayhem’ tonight. Make sure to do the hand exercises later.”

“Okay!” Thusly flattered, spoiled with sweets, and charged with malicious intent to put a (temporary) damper on Banjo’s evening, En darts off to pester his senior into hurrying the hell up. For his part, Bruce double-checks the area for stray litter, then ventures to the dressing rooms.

He finds a nondescript black sock slipped onto the doorknob. Bruce raps his knuckles against the wood, ignores the muffled “OCCUPIED!”, and uses the skeleton key to break in.

The door gets closed immediately behind him.

“We’re going to be late,” he manages to snap, before his brain fully processes the sight of Kudou’s legs hooked ‘round Yoichi’s skinny hips. The dressing room is equipped with a single chaise longue, and Yoichi has Kudou pressed down against the entire length of the single-armed sofa. Thank god, they’re both still in jeans.

“Mrrmph,” Kudou says, and Yoichi chimes in, “Hi, Bruce!”

“The set wasn’t that horny,” Bruce says, nonplussed.

Yoichi grins. “Well, I know tonight’s a fight night, so I thought I’d give Kudou incentive to not make you guys stay out so late.”

“Really effective,” Kudou reports, sounding dazed. He has clearly been kissed stupid. Is it irresponsible of Bruce to want to trade places with Kudou? For a brief moment, Bruce thinks about Kudou taking the role of band manager. In that projection of an alternate universe, One for All loses all access to professional recording studios, and not only are their songs recorded with a shitty boombox, but their concerts are held at last-minute reservations.

Also, in that universe, Kudou is cursed to never find a replacement drummer he approves of for more than three months. Yes. This is the right timeline.

Bruce approaches the sofa as Yoichi sits up and pulls Kudou upright with him. “You don’t think I need any?”

“You’re way more responsible,” Yoichi asserts, but makes a ‘come here’ gesture with his long slender fingers. Obligingly, Bruce bends at the waist. Yoichi cradles Bruce’s jaw with one hand and kisses him squarely on the mouth, nips his bottom lip, and breaks it off first. He smiles as he says, “Thanks for coming to get us.”

Kudou slips two fingers down the collar of Bruce’s shirt and tugs him in for his own kiss. That too is brief, and sharp, and it’s possible Bruce is going a little kiss-stupid as well, especially when he can hear the rumble of Kudou’s groan building at the base of his throat.

“Wait,” he gasps, “wait, time, time. Our inn’s not taking late check-ins, and Shimura’s going to murder one of us if her ward sleeps overnight in the bus again.”

“Toshinori-kun thinks it’s cool to sleep in the bus,” Yoichi protests. “Did Shimura-kun say that?”

“She implied it,” Bruce says.

“Up we go then,” Kudou says, and manhandles Yoichi off his lap. Bruce straightens up and does a cursory once-over at the dressing room. Any hairbrushes? Hair ties? Stray math homework sheets that Toshinori will swear he lost to Torino’s cutthroat corrections? Distracted, Bruce helps Yoichi to his feet, then Kudou.

“Shinomori got your drumset loaded,” he tells Kudou. “Yoichi, did you take your guitar out for an impromptu vibes session with Toshinori?”

“Still in the bus,” Yoichi answers, and before Bruce can fend him off, Yoichi is fussing with the folds of his headband. Kudou is too busy shrugging into his windbreaker and shaking out the wrinkles in Yoichi’s. “Ah, Bruce, you should really think about hemming this…”

“Ragged edges are punk,” Bruce says blankly.

There’s a knock at the door. It creaks open, because even though Bruce kicked it shut the instant he saw his boyfriends making out, he forgot to lock it. Torino pokes his head in warily. “Bus is loaded up,” he reports, eyes cast to the ceiling. “En said I’m driving?”

“Yup,” says Kudou. Finished with his doting, Yoichi gratefully accepts his windbreaker and zips it right up to the top. He combs his bangs back and ties his distinctive white hair into a low ponytail; Kudou fetches a cap and plops it on Yoichi’s head before tugging the hood over. “I’m your co-pilot. Bruce, where’s your jacket?”

“The bus. Torino, we’ll be right out.”

“Gotcha.” The door clicks shut.

“Hey, is the sock on the door yours or Yoichi’s?”

“One of mine,” Yoichi confirms. He hooks his hand at the crook of Bruce’s elbow, leans into him. “Bruce, stop worrying, we haven’t left anything. Kudou, you’d better run ahead before Toshinori-kun gets the idea that he can sit co-pilot again.”

“That kid,” Kudou curses, and bolts out. It’s a reasonable response.

The last time Toshinori had wheedled his way to the front, Shinomori had been at the wheel, and between the both of them—Shinomori, possessed of a sick sense of humor that included entertaining the whims of a preteen, and Toshinori, too proud to admit that he couldn’t understand the traffic navigation app—One for All had wandered off-route and wasted three-quarters of the gas tank just to arrive at a three-star aquarium. Not that Torino would get them lost.

No, it’s more likely that Torino would reach the limits of his Toshinori Tolerance and put pedal to the metal, and then get caught speeding (in a bus) by a cop.

Yoichi hums the opening lyrics to ‘Daisy Days’, and it sounds too sad on its own, so Bruce obligingly provides the guitar riff as they follow after Kudou.

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