Nature’s Thought Forest

You heard what i said. Also I Deadpool is the greatest charecter in fiction

[mapleworms]

puts him inside tin can and rattles him around

[wub-fur-radio]

HANDS OFF GREENLAND

Wub-Fur Internet Radio is back, and like most people with anything resembling a functioning moral compass, we’re mad about pretty much everything America’s mad king has been up to over the last year. Trump may have TACO’d on Greenland for the moment, but who knows what other large island he’ll decide he wants next. So, for your pissed-off listening pleasure, here’s an eclectic arctic blast of contemporary punk, post-punk, and adjacent tunes to organize, demonstrate, donate, volunteer, and generally stay ungovernable to, while figuring out what the hell to do next. Featuring Des Demonas, Lambrini Girls, Mekons, Amyl and the Sniffers, Ty Segall & the Muggers, The Gotobeds, Dry Cleaning, Radioactivity, and a dozen more bands that don’t want to be so fucked up in the U.S.A.

▶︎🎶 Listen on Mixcloud

Running Time: 1 hour, 22 seconds

Tracklist

I'm an Anarchist (1:34) — Spiritual Cramp | San Francisco, CA

Fascist Discotheque (5:06) — Des Demonas | Washington, DC ‡

Company Culture (3:02) — Lambrini Girls | Brighton, UK

way of the exploding dickhead (2:47) — mclusky | Bristol, UK

Rocks (3:00) — Dry Cleaning | London, UK †

Ultra Violence (3:23) — Lifeguard | Chicago, IL

War Economy (2:54) — Mekons | Chicago, IL

And The Band Played Johnny B. Goode (2:27) — Thee Headcoats | Medway, UK

Apocalypse (2:11) — Drunk Mums | Melbourne, Australia ‡

Civilwarland (2:26) — Big Life | Detroit, MI

Caffeine OD (2:45) — Alien Nosejob | VIC, Australia

The Ascent (4:21) — Uranium Club | Minneapolis, MN ‡

I’m a Prison (2:35) — Young Fresh Fellows | Seattle, WA †

I Steal What I Want (2:06) — The Armed | Detroit, MI

Pigs (2:22) — Amyl and the Sniffers | Melbourne, Australia ‡

Time Won't Bring Me Down (2:23) — Radioactivity | Austin, TX

Candy Sam (Live) (3:28) — Ty Segall & The Muggers | Los Angeles, CA †

Charm (2:09) — The Men | New York, NY

Goes Away (3:03) — The Gotobeds | Pittsburgh, PA

Dem Vex (3:19) — Useless Eaters | California

Roller Skating at the End of the World (3:01) — Faulty Cognitions | San Antonio, TX ‡

All tracks released in 2025, except where noted: † 2026, ‡ 2024.

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[mothmanninspace]

Tbh I was nervous when I saw Scott Cawthon had solo writer credit on this one and after having seen it I can say….yeah

[naturefairie15]

One of the things I’m really fucking upset about in life is the fact I cannot donate blood. As a kid one of my dreams (I was a weird kid) was to go and donate blood every chance I could. I donated blood once in high school and it was so fucking amazing but now I can’t anymore.

Not only am I on HRT (which in some cases I think is fine but def not for me), but I have fucking hidradenitis supperativa. THERES LITTERALY A SPESIFIC SECTION ON THE RED CROSS ELIGABILITY THAT SAYS I CANNOT DONATE. I FUCKING HATE THIS SO MUCH!!

[depsidase]

[depsidase]

[aropride]

please god let chatgpt die out like nfts did. With a fast and graceless fall into irrelevancy

[bladespark]

Like to charge, reblog to cast.

[conservethis]

Casting with all my might

[evilwizard]

today i will make a powerful zombie

[naturefairie15]

guys im woried, i think the evil wizard wants to make a powerful zombie today but idk i might be wrong....

[miamaimania]

from 1980

[alexstrasza]

gale and elminster

[byerswheeler]

in season 5 will byers deserves to smoke a cigarette, kiss mike wheeler, say fuck, and kill anyone he wants to

[naturefairie15]

God I’m going on this rant again because people make me so mad about it. I hate people who claim that modern art is stupid and so easy and that art has devolved and look at the world and go “how did we go from amazing portraits to this stupid shit” becuase they are just wrong!! Like they fundentally get the facts wrong and it upsets me so much. 99/100 times these people have never actually set foot in an actual modern art exhibition and are looking at contemporary art. I say that because it’s an important distinction!! Modern art is often confused with contemporary art (cause people use the terms interchangeably) but modern art has no actual definition. Most of the art people get pissed off about is contemporary art and honestly I think it’s so fucking stupid. Now do I like a lot of contemporary art? Fuck no as an art student I lowkey hate it and personally dont like heavy levels of abstraction, but just because I don’t like it personally doesn’t mean I don’t see the value in their pieces. Art went through a major shift in the late 1800’s and basically the entire 20th century because of this funny little invention called the camera. People wanna know why there aren’t as many realist oli paintings anymore? Because you can capture a persons likeness with a fucking camera fast and cheaper. Before this era art was supposed to be realistic, art wasn’t really about feelings, we really only start to see it transform from realism to feelings durring the impressionist movement which also coensides with the fucking invention of the camera. Yes they still were putting feeling into the baroque and rennisance paintings but that wasn’t the main fucking point, the point was realism and portraits, that’s how you made money. Now come into the 20th century and the camera becomes so fucking popular artist can’t really make money on portraiture the same way they used to. So now art had to show why it had value beyond just being a visual representation of our world. That’s why you get all this abstract shit. It’s important to be there because artists were trying so many different things. Also people treat the abstract shit as if it’s the only things in those fucking galleries when it’s fucking not! I’m using the Art Instatie of Chicago here because it’s the gallery I have the most experience with but I’m the modern wing of the AIC you can go from looking at a Jackson pollok splatter painting and a really abstract drawing of the front of the AIC to a beautiful Dali oil painting in a matter of moments. That’s why I’m saying there is no degradation of art, it’s a bullshit idea that lowkey makes you sounds like a n*zi. Further more, if you actually went to a modern exhibition (that has no theme cause often times exhibitions will only want certain kinds of art) you would be able to see cool shit like Renaissance style portraiture of chickens (real thing I saw Chicago EXPO earlier this year). So yeah please stop hating on modern art if you don’t fucking understand and remember even if you don’t like it asthetically it doesn’t mean that it should have a place.

[amberstruck]

the heart of the party

until the very end

[dustyydefender]

“He asked for no pickles”

[teddyandrosie]

what a nice view :))) full uncensored piece on bsky and twt @ ruinthatboy

[morganbritton132]

“Don’t think I’ve seen you out at noon in a decade.”

Wayne laughs at that statement from where he sits tucked in a booth in the corner of the diner. He gestures for Hopper to slide in across from him with his coffee, “That feels just about right.”

“Vacation?” Hopper asks as he takes a seat.

“Took some days off to spend with my boy,” Wayne answers. “Gotta send him back soon.”

Hopper scans the place for that little menace and Wayne laughs, “Ed ain’t here. He’s playing with one of his friends at the park. I’m heading back that way soon.”

“Not cool enough to hang out?”

“Nah. These old bones can’t keep up.”

Wayne is only a few years older than him but Hopper feels those words ring truer and truer ever since he turned thirty.

Hopper likes Wayne. He likes the comfortable silence that settles in between them before it’s interrupted by, “Uncle Wayne!”

Eddie, all seven years of him, says dramatically, “Oh, Uncle Wayne. I’m in a real pickle.”

“But it’s no big dill!” Steve says a few steps behind him.

Eddie stares at him. Hopper stares at him. Wayne stares and then cracks a smile.

“Good one,” Wayne tells Steve, causing his whole face to light up. “Now what’s the conundrum, Ed?”

“I need a pencil. It’s life or death.”

Wayne takes the pen out of his breast pocket and holds it out to the kid. Hopper personally would’ve asked what the he was planning on vandalizing but Eddie spoke first.

“I’m gonna draw my creature,” He tells Wayne, climbing into the booth next to him. “So I can remember him forever.”

“Your friend at the park was gonna do it,” Steve tells Hopper. He clarifies unhelpfully when Hopper gives him a confused look, “Your friend from your truck. She has rabies. She was gonna draw me but she was busy playing with Barbara so the weird kid is gonna do it.”

Wayne frowns at Steve calling Eddie weird and a Hopper just realized that Eddie called Steve a creature, but neither address it. They go back to their coffee and Eddie starts drawing in a notebook with R.B written on the top of every page.

“You draw really good,” Steve eventually tells Eddie. “Does your mama hang your pictures on the fridgerator? Tommy’s mom does.”

“Uncle Wayne does.”

“Ed’s got a real talent,” Wayne says proudly. “He’s makin’ a comic book.”

Hopper finishes his coffee, “What’s it about?”

“It’s about people gettin’ lost at sea,” Eddie informs him. “They fight sea monsters and then everybody eats a guy.”

Steve perks up, “Like at church!”

[lucky-knight]

Eddie Munson as the leader of an increasingly famous Corroded Coffin, unable to fully commit to the rockstar rich boy life. So he declines getting private or otherwise transportation most of the time. He's comfortable in economy on one of the cheapest airline's available for this trip, it's literally not an issue to him at all.

Especially when this flight he's on has the cutest air hostess, or air host, Eddie doesn't know how you gender that title. All he knows is the air hostess person is this cute ass guy who's willing to chit-chat with him during turbulence and gives him an extra bag of pretzels when Eddie asks for it. He probably should not try to hit on the poor worker, because he doesn't know if he's single or even into guys, but Eddie's like 79% sure he is in fact being flirted with. This percentage only rises higher when they make eye contact and the man ('Steve' according to his name tag) winks at him before waltzing off to bring some ginger ale to a guy a few aisles up.

Thankfully Eddie does not need to worry about being the one to initiate because as everyone else gets off the flight Steve pulls him aside right as Eddie's about to leave to slip him his number. Fuck yes.

It's not until Eddie is in his cheap hotel room a while later that he and Steve start texting, and it takes at least a week of them texting 24/7 before Steve sends him an article about Corroded Coffin being recently nominated for a Grammy with the following message of:

YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE IN A BAND!!!!!!!