Former Rogues Turned Folk Heroes @formerroguesturnedfolkheroes - Tumblr Blog

"Go ahead, put anything," Tumblr says in this field. Well, here's what I'll put: a new EP from my band on a website no one reads anymore. Perhaps I can claim it's an artistic choice to post where none can see. Perhaps it's regression. Who can say? You? Fine.

https://mouthhouse.bandcamp.com/album/behold-the-tools-of-creation

#music #bandcamp #mouthhouse

Went through a partially successful exercise to archive old blogs, and now I’m thinking about a time where you had to get home from work or school in order to post. Waiting for a turn at the family desktop to hijack weird art LiveJournal communities. A simultaneously simpler and shittier time.

This is mostly an acknowledgement sent out into the ether in appreciation of those old blogs. If you are still on Tumblr somehow, hey.

#yearnposting

selfdefensefamily

What's the justification for personal happiness and creative fulfillment when the world is this batshit insane?

I think you nailed it.

selfdefensefamily

You suck, Patrick.

Can you imagine how much you’ll hate it if I succeed?

tehawesome

A couple nights ago I was out drinking with a couple of friends, and on our way to get late night hotdogs, one friend bashfully confessed he didn’t know what to get his mom for Mother’s Day. (Which is admittedly a flippin adorable thing to think about out loud during a Boys Night Out, btw.)

We didn’t have any great ideas as we walked, but when we got to the hotdog place, we noticed they had a sign advertising that they sold shrimp by the pound - “No tails! Eat the whole shrimp!“ - so we suggested he get his mom a pound of shrimp. "Happy Mother’s Day from your Good Shrimp Boy,” we said. “Be a Good Shrimp Boy and get your mom a pound of shrimp. She deserves all the shrimp.”

And then the next morning, kind of hung over, I made some shrimp-boy-themed Mother’s Day cards for my friend, and now I’m sharing them here. Feel free to print them out and give them to your mother, but only if you are also giving her a lot of shrimp for Mother’s Day, or if you are her Shrimp Boy for other reasons.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: making goofs is so much more satisfying when you think of them as gifts instead of work.

I had a dream that I received an honorable discharge from a clearly distressed Obama after messing up my lines during a Star Wars skit on SNL.

disgustingmusic

xitchytastyx-deactivated2018061

Happy Valentine’s day

verybestvalentines

It’s Very Best Valentine’s shit card spectacular! All this month we will be posting terrible puns from all fandoms! Send in your suggestions with or even submit your own. Track us using #vbv. Alright fam, lets party.

verybestvalentines

It’s Very Best Valentine’s shit card spectacular! All this month we will be posting terrible puns from all fandoms! Send in your suggestions with or even submit your own. Track us using #vbv. Alright fam, lets party.

CONTENT UPDATE

tomorrow I will reblog all of the Valentine’s day cards I just found

roryblank

I’m doing my part for bipartisanship.

You can too.

jazzdogcomic

bioillogically

Honestly you can just come out and say that nonbinary identities aren't a coherent social structure and have become almost synonymous with white transmasc at this point which has taken them away from the people who really need them who are hurt most by gender - trans women and people of color

i’m a little wary of the phrase ‘coherent class’ but yep. pretty much this.

Three years ago today, after having confusing feelings about what my beliefs on companion animal rescue/adoption would mean if I were to apply it to the food I eat (and then for some reason almost immediately eating cold beef Doritos locos tacos), I decided that I needed to at least make an effort to be vegetarian. At the time I figured I might last a few days, and three years later it's wild to me how a fleeting thought led me to veganism. Despite my exposure to vegan literature, music, and friends growing up, nothing stuck until I had an odd moment of self reflection upon seeing adoptable cats. Without trying to come across like a philosopher bro, no one on this planet can help you fully realize what you want (or need) to be. #vegan #justveganthings

#justveganthings #vegan

Yesterday I got home early after a doctor’s appointment. I went to get the mail and my cat went out front and did his normal afternoon routine of rolling on the concrete and eating weeds. A bus drove by and he ran back inside. I noticed that not only did he miss the handful of cat treats I had left outside for a stray the night before, but an injured pigeon just over the small brick divider in the neighbor’s yard.

I approached the bird and it didn’t move. It was making an odd squeaking/wheezing noise but I had no idea what pigeons are supposed to sound like. I checked on it over the next few hours and it was slowly moving between two flower pots.

Tegan was eating hard boiled eggs when I told her about the bird. She made a sad face and I failed to suppress the urge to mention how she didn’t feel sad about the fate of the birds whose eggs she was eating. She said those ones never had a chance.

Over the afternoon/early evening I wondered what the hell I actually was supposed to do. I doubt your average person would think twice about the fate of a pigeon who had either gotten attacked or flown into a wall. After realizing that I would have been upset if I just did nothing, I looked up multiple wildlife rescue/rehab locations. All were closed already except one, which I called, but only got an answering machine 10 minutes before their posted closure time. I decided to maybe look into trying to keep it warm in a shoebox overnight. I went outside and it was gone.

#justveganthings