#wasteland radio

[gatheringbones]

queer romance and sexuality recommendations:

the art of giving and receiving: the wheel of consent by betty martin

leatherfolk: radical sex, people, politics, and practice, edited by mark thompson

gay spirit/gay soul/gay body edited by mark thompson

fierce femmes and notorious liars by kai cheng thom

confessions of the fox by jordy rosenberg

s/he by minnie bruce pratt

the faggots and their friends in between revolutions, by larry mitchell

bushfire/afterglow edited by karen barber

best lesbian erotica volumes 1-13 published by cleis press

the beggar of love by lee lynch

sometimes she lets me: best butch femme erotica edited by tristan taormino

why are faggots so afraid of other faggots?: flaming challenges to masculinity, objectification, and the desire to conform, edited by mattilda bernstein sycamore

queer sex by juno roche

we too: essays on sex work and survival, edited by natalie west

cruising: an intimate history of a radical pastime, by alex espinoza

blood, marriage, wine & glitter, by s. bear bergman

#book recs tag #lesbian literature #gay literature #trans literature #terra preta #wasteland radio

[olreid]

additional lines that feel like tlt thesis statements to me <3 i love how muir makes full use of this premise's capacity to be both hopeful and horrifying.. like on the one hand one of the things i most enjoy about spending time in the world of the locked tomb is how life persists despite trauma, so that for example you can experience the literal apocalypse yet live to find yourself still standing ten thousand years later on a planet that didn't used to exist in a body you weren't born into, developing loving relationships with people who were born so recently in the grand scheme of things as to be blips on the timeline of your life... and there is something so fun and hopeful and TRUE about that! disco elysium voice the world should end but it does not, it goes on; after the pale the world again; no matter how much death we accumulate there will also always be life coming up through the cracks.

and then of course on the other hand the inherent horror of zombieism, which has to do with the existence of a power that is capable of disallowing your death, the idea that power structures can shape you into forms you wouldn't choose and make you do things you don't want to do, including and especially outlive the things that originally gave your life meaning... the hopeful reading is that new meaning can always be generated but the horror lies in the fact that trauma dissolves meaning and that enough compounded trauma might ultimately injure your capacity to forge new relationships to the extent that you're left in a life that has voided itself of meaning without the emotional resources to forge new relationships.. at which point what you are experiencing is a kind of living death from which you have no means of escape. what kinds of unspeakable lives can people be forced to lead, and what will it do to them? a matter of life, indeed.

#ALMOST done posting. probably. #locked tomb trilogy #ntn spoilers #wasteland radio #zombie theory

[neonbitemarks]

#wasteland radio #Spotify

[unconventional-weapons]

#wasteland radio #lex:aesthetic

[werenotacoupleyesyouare]

You guys are right btw we are reclaiming the dsmp in 2024 she’s ours

#i want to make comics and fanfic that would have killed 2021 me on the spot #the server is not a wasteland anymore it’s full of characters and their plotlines #c!connor and c!fundy start a community radio/podcast #c!bench trio marriage VINE BOOM #the bank plotline with boomer and hannah #she/her c!wilbur #c!eret crown arc #c!puffychu wake up after a night out to find c!quackity snuggled up between them #no context whatsoever #anyway #merry 2024 #dsmp #were rambles

[transdrowned]

what if minecraft badlands, but flight rising dragons

#drownedposts #play fr btw #minecraft #flight rising #(hybridizes 2 of my interests) #update: if u see this and want one know that i am setting up a breeding pair for wasteland radio hatchery <3

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

Radiostatic au where Vox went to Envy(where he fucking belongs)and despite being 5 levels below him and it being physically impossible for them to even meet each other, Vox still has this insane stalking hatecrush on Alastor. Sinners can't go to different levels but that doesn't mean he can't send his drones to go keep up with that outdated bitch on the topside of Pride

#vox spent like 50 years only able to know about al through the radio until he built the tech to get video 5 lvls up #val and vox have the wildest long distance relationship #local transgender shark was so prideful he ended up in a wasteland instead of an aquarium #vox went to pride cuz alastor was already there and thus would fuel is envy complex #otherwise he just would've actually went to envy #i think val belongs in pride tho #i don't think he's actually all that lust #he's more pride gluttony to me #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel alastor #radiostatic #alastor the radio demon #vox the tv demon

[fallout-fallen-knight]

Unironically, I really, really like the instruments strewn across Fallout 76 because of what it says about the wastelanders who live in Appalachia. They’re people who make music! Because they’re people! It’s such a small detail but one I’ve always adored

#it’s like Todd and Bethany suddenly remembered that wastelanders are people #wish there were wastelander folk songs you could collect and add to the radio #queue #fallout 76

[dykedvonte]

Podcasts in the Mojave would be insufferable like every other random person you meet is okay with like murder and there's no guarantee the average wastelander is not weirdo. This is the exact conversation that would go down:

Wastelander 1: The legion actually isn't that bad I mean, the outfits are tacky and the slavery is a no no but their territories are pretty safe.

Wastelander 2: I'm actually kinda into the slavery.

Wastelander 1:...

Wastelander 2:...

Wastelander 2: You know what I'm also into? A good breakfast! Something today's sponsor, Magic Spoon, guarantees!

#fallout #fallout new vegas #like what the fuck too many bitxhes have access to radios and bad opinions #this is like the general conversation the pro legion people have like I know the NCR supporter podcasts would be insufferable propaganda #also someone is gonna have wasteland am I an asshole scenerios where they like punched someones baby over water

[girlbloggerman]

Starting a new playthrough!

#new vegas #Fallout #fallout new vegas #Radio on #Patroling the Mojave makes you wish for a nuclear winter #Excited #Chr 1 build #9 Luck build #Wild wasteland #NCR #Mr. new vegas #JohhnyGuitar

[gatheringbones]

[“Reading their obituaries, I learned that they were as old as ninety-two and as young as forty-eight. One was an “accidental florist,” one a “voracious reader,” another a “skilled baker” and “serious cook.” There was a landscaper, a painter and woodworker, a beekeeper and dog trainer. One taught creative writing to homeless youth, one had a thirty-year career in law enforcement. One man, Ernie Brooks, helped to establish the field of underwater photography and was known as the Ansel Adams of the sea.

Each of their bodies was placed inside an eight-foot-long steel cylinder called a “vessel,” along with wood chips, alfalfa, and straw. Over the next thirty days, the Recompose staff monitored the moisture, heat, and pH levels inside the vessels, occasionally rotating them, until the bodies transformed into soil. The soil was then transferred to curing bins, where it remained for two weeks before being tested for toxins and cleared for pickup.

Half of the NOR soil would wind up in a forest on Bells Mountain, in southwestern Washington, near the Oregon border. A composted body produces approximately one cubic yard of soil, which can fill a truck bed and weigh upwards of 1,500 pounds. For many surviving relatives—apartment dwellers, for example—taking home such a large quantity of soil is unrealistic, so Recompose offers them the option to donate it to the mountain, where it’s used to fertilize trees and repair land degraded by logging.

But Amigo Bob was a farmer, so Jenifer rented a U-Haul and brought the whole cubic yard of him home. She turned the trip into a kind of pilgrimage, stopping to visit loved ones and the headwaters of their favorite rivers. Over the next few months, their farmer friends came by and filled small containers with the soil to use on their own land. Jenifer used some to plant a cherry tree.

I asked her what it was like to have her husband home again, piled up in her driveway.

“Well, it’s compost,” she told me. “It’s still precious because it was his body. But it’s also compost.”]

#wasteland radio

[olreid]

ok cmrn wins this round... this was pretty good

#disco elysium #gssb #wasteland radio

[moonbasetycho]

Galaxy News Radio!

Source

#meme #fallout #fallout 3 #three dog #galaxy news radio #capital wasteland

[aith-art]

Falloutober 2023 - Day 20

"Wayward Souls"

Prompt by @falloutober

Word Count - 752

“- From my fortified bunker in the middle of the DC hell hole, ain’t life grand!” 

A radio played throughout the tunnel. Echoing into the nothingness. The darkness didn’t seem as bad when accompanied by the sound of a familiar voice. they grasped at their bag, keeping themself grounded. they’d been through worse. It wasn’t the Madre, they knew those tunnels. they knew what once lurked around the corners, what the Brotherhood had delt with. 

“Ah, yes. Time for the news. There’ve been rumour spreading throughout the Captial Wasteland of some kind of returning hero. Someone who’s been picking up where the Lone Wanderer left off, fixing your problems from the shadows.” They kept moving, the subway tunnel would end soon. They’d stumble across the radio before long. “Nothing’s known about this mysterious stranger, but they seem to be helping the Good Fight Folks. Their assistance against a raider attack on Canterbury Commons has been one of the many things they’ve done for the people of the wasteland.” Apporacing a maintenance door below the Chevy Chase subway station, they found the radio. Drawing to a stop, they listened. “And if our mysterious protector is out there, drop by the studio some time and ask for Three-Dog, it’s always nice to meet the heroes of the Wasteland. 

“Now it’s time for some music.”  

The stranger turned off the radio before following a familiar trail to an old home they had thought would be long abandoned. 

Three-Dog stepped away from the microphone. He needed a smoke. It had been a decade since he’d had a wanna be wasteland hero to report on. Part of him hoped it was Cyrus, returning to his old feets of heroism. But he doubted it. Cyrus was babysitting for one of his friends. 

Lighting his cigarette, he took a drag. He’d never ment the radio station to become a haven for wayward souls, but maybe watching over Page all those years ago had softened some of his edges. 

He couldn’t help but think about the young wanderer. Whoever they were, they were helping others. He watched as Margret queued up some music. Without the Brotherhood, the place seemed empty. Quiet. Margaret was alright company, but he missed have Page and the Brotherhood about. Not that he could agree with the Brotherhood under Maxson, but listening to Page and the Knights bickering over her habit of running had been part of the ethos of GNR. 

It had been a decade since she left. He didn’t even know if she was still alive. She’d seemed so interested in it all. He’d been considering training her in DJing, a backup plan for if anything happened to him. He knew she’d been through the old terminals in the backrooms of the old building, knew she’d wanted to help out however she could. It was why she’d become a repairmen for the equipment, both in the building and in the wider wasteland. Only reason he didn’t send her to the Washington Monument was cause he didn’t know if she could handle the Supermutants. 

Stepping outside, he watched over the Plaza from the balcony. His supplier would arrive before long, bringing food and provisions from one of the trade caravans. He looked out over the ruins. He’d run that station for decades. Telling the people the truth of the wasteland. He’d reported on project purity, the deaths of the Lyons, young Maxson taking over charge of the brotherhood. He’d told them all about the changes in Brotherhood priority. The wasteland needed someone to believe in, when the Lone Wanderer disappeared they lost a figure they could believe in. 

From the old school building, he watched a figure appear. Their dark clothes breaking their silhouette against the walls. For a second he thought it was his supplier, using caution for fear of being followed. But the bag was too empty. They were moving too slow. The figure moved across the open plaza, a direct line towards the GNR building. They froze. They’d seen him. 

Just before the steps of the building, they came to a stop. Looking up at the building they had called a home all those years ago. A small light came from the balcony to the right of the facade, a cigarette. The stranger looked into the face of the man. Recognising him. With a smile, they ran up the stairs. It may not have be home anymore, but Page-Jules had returned to their childhood seeking the refuge the had all those years ago.

#fallout #falloutober2023 #falloutober #courier six #jules courier 6 #fallout oc #aith art writing #self insert #post fallout 4 #galaxy news radio #three dog #capital wasteland

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I've spent my entire life in a cultural wasteland, and it fucked me up to the point that whenever I hear someone has the same media taste as me I think it must be destiny or true love or some shit. Turns out that a lot of people like Weird Al, a lot of people like Little Shop of Horrors and the original Muppet Movie, a lot of people like Douglas Adams and Max Brooks and Andy Weir, I just don't live near any of them. Just because somebody likes something I like doesn't mean it's "meant to be," or that we have anything in common, or that we'd even get along! There's more to relationships than recognizing titles.

"No way, I like that too!" Yeah, eeryone does. Grow a personality.

#not everyone lives in a tourist trap surrounded by middle-aged alcoholic republican millionaires #not every radio station plays the same hundred classic rock and 80s pop hits over and over and over #there's more to bond over than 'we're both five degrees outside the boomer sanctioned norm' #being 'weird' is mainstream #it's not even really all that weird #i'm just starved for socialization because nobody my age lives within 100 miles #love #friendship #socialization #socializing #media #cultural wasteland #i need to get out more

[mr-chatterboxs-column]

It's not possible for me to briefly summarize my feelings about the new Hozier album, but I can provide a thought that was often at the forefront of my mind, and I say this with affection as a person who went to a seriously choir-centric college: he really is such an ex-choir kid

#i did think of wasteland baby in this way a bit as well #but this is far far closer to being a classical song cycle in structure than he's done before #which is kind of interesting to me in the context of it also (at least on first listen) leaning the furthest towards r&b over blues #in like the ballads particularly. like to me a slow blues ballad can sometimes just knock you out in a way that's contrary to album flow #like. I'm guessing that's part of why NFWMB and moment's silence both made more sense as ep tracks #but the newer tracks often hit me more like '90s r&b ballads that have a style suited to coherent continuous play #in a dj set or on the radio or on an album #and they're produced in such a fun crunchy way #annnd i really need to listen to it another dozen times before i get too psyched about analyzing it #about music but not containing it