sometimes you just gotta find a band no one else knows about
for fun
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sometimes you just gotta find a band no one else knows about
for fun

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- summer/fall songs but make it slightly off
babushka-yai ya - fionn regan
british bombs - declan mckenna
everybodyâs falling in love - *repeat repeat
diane young - vampire weekend
hayloft - mother mother
heater - mom rock
gennifer flowers - fever dolls
grand romantic life - mom rock
in the lobby - the happy fits
jenny - walk the moon
miami - parrotfish
nothing to say - dom fera
problems - weathers
suzerainty - polite fiction
upside down & inside out - ok go
xylophone - mom rock
boba place played bbi bbi and the employees got really happy when they saw me singing along lol
âRepeat repeatâ just about sums up what Iâd like to do with this charming ditty. Itâs also the name of the band responsible for its 60s evoking saccharine surf pop, sort of. Frontman Jared Corder, drummer Andy Herrin, and vocalist/keys player Kristyn Corder are *repeat repeat. The three musicians, based out of Nashville, TN, make pop songs rooted in the spirit of both coasts. They mix California surf culture and New York street smarts into their music. *repeat repeatâs new single Girlfriend is sun kissed guitar pop stratified with a dark layer of entangling garage rock and chunky punk, and itâs utterly addictive, a sweet yet biting confection. Girlfriend is out now on Dangerbird Records.
BETTY AND JUGHEAD ARE NOW A KNOWN COUPLE!! REPEAT REPEAT! BETTY AND JUGHEAD ARE NOW A KNOWN COUPLE!!!!!

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i don't know if it's the sleep deprivation that triggers me but it's super confronting catching myself checking the exists for a way out at my own home. girl ur safe ughh come on, we've been through this.
They tell you itâs immortality, functionally. A safeguard in case something goes wrong out on a job. Itâs a nice way to say you can be way more reckless than you usually are and the worst outcome youâll have to deal with is a bad hangover and the knowledge of what fucking up and getting your face blown off feels like. Congrats! Cloning and consciousness transfer is real and theyâre using it to cut down on casualty expenses during ops. Mostly it just makes you wonder what the hell they do with the bodies. Do they leave it for someone to find? Do they retrieve it? Is there half-a-dozen mangled Jane Does that look like you in morgues across the world?
Probably, actually. Seems easiest.
On top of that, it doesnât even fucking work that great. In the seconds between whatever gruesome demise youâve caused yourself and waking up in the cold bath you dream ofâyou seeâyou rememberâ
The shade of tall trees. The way her eyes squint when she smiles. The scent of pine needles and cigarettes. The way her nose crooks from too many breaks. The one leaky part of the roof and the floorboard thatâs always creaking underneath. The sound of her laughter. The. The. The.
ânothing. Meaningless tripe. Weird drudged up sensations and half-thoughts bubbled together into a stew that doesnât exist.
Also last time you woke up you were down a hand and that seems unintentional. The eggheads are more pissed about it than you, something about needing to reset the system and how it was working so well for so long. At least theyâre going to have the opportunity to finally switch to that new engram storing that was being proposed, yadda yadda yadda. They assure you itâs not a problem, youâre just going to have to switch to a new body quicker than normal.
And to be clear, it is normal. Theyâre the ones who told you to be reckless, you canât be judged for dying on average once every job or two.
They shuffle you off to sit in the prep room while they hit buttons or something and you stretch out on one of the benches, examining the stump of your hand. Itâs not like you woke up actively bleeding or anything, itâs justâŚnot there. Like it failed to grow entirely. You could probably still work with it, honestly, but if theyâre willing to just slap you into a new body before you get back to businessâŚ?
The shortstack they keep partnering you with would probably say that this is a sign of some kind, that thereâs no such thing as a free lunch. That there has to be a reason why they offered this insane mad scientist bullshit up to you with the only caveat that you do jobs youâre getting paid for anyways. That thereâs a reason theyâre only annoyed in moments like these with your repeated deaths. You think sheâs probably overestimating, after all youâve had plenty of free lunches through the liberal application of extreme violence and no oneâs stopped you yet. And besides that, you think itâs pretty obvious what theyâre getting out of this. Youâre guinea pigs for moments like this, for troubleshooting a thing theyâre probably going to sell off to the highest bidder once theyâve got the kinks worked out.
Also itâs very likely theyâre selling your medical data to someone, that just seems fair.
One of the younger nerds comes and retrieves you, asks you to stand in the biohazard shower so they can ârecycle this oneâ. The euphemism makes you laugh, just a bit. Her eyes flicker with eager delight as one of the guards approaches you with an unholstered gun.
These dorks are about as transparent as it comes, you canât imagine what she thinks could possibly be happening that isnât already supremely obvious. But then again, what do you know? She doesnât die anywhere near as often as you, maybe she knows something you donât. Maybe sheâs just scared. Probably that, honestly.
You grin at the guard, fearless. Youâre twenty-five, youâre well-paid, and youâre going to live for fucking ever. What could you possibly have to be afraid of?