#'after I count down three rounds in hell I'll be in good company'

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 20

"In Hell I'll Be in Good Company” by The Dead South

[dogboyklug]

It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt Hang me on a tree After I count down, three rounds, in hell I'll be in good company!

[satureja13]

Vlad and Little Goat stepped out of the portal. He's in hell again... (And shouldn't we be with Jeb now? He was the second to step through the portal and not Vlad, the fourth in line...)

'I did not believe the information, just had to trust imagination My heart going "Boom-boom-boom". "Son, " he said "Grab your things, I've come to take you home" Hey, back home'

Peter Gabriel - Solsbury Hill

Before he even saw him, Vlad knew whom he would meet here...

Leander: "Wellcome to hell - again - my dearest Vlad." Vlad: "What do you want?"

Leander: "Getting right to the point - I like that about you - among so many other things. But sadly it's not all about me this time. You are here to let something go to gain something and to rescue the horse. So what do you offer?"

Vlad: "Well let's see: I already sacrificed my life, my soul, my first love, the love of my life, my wealth, my heritage, my home... shall I go on? I sacrificed everything. What else could you probably want from me? I have nothing more to give. I'm leaving." Leander: "I told you it's not about me. It's for you only. Your gain - or your loss. You decide. Do you maybe wish for another guide? I could find someone else for you and go over to Ji Ho instead?" Vlad: "You will not touch him again!"

And then suddenly a horse broke through one of the seven gates of hell!

Leander: "There. Now you stirred him up with your shouting..."

Eventually the horse calmed down and Vlad tried to lead it through the portal. But it refused, like Kiri. And Vlad couldn't leave either.

So he had to crawl back to Leander and beg. How humiliating! Vlad sighs: "What do you want?"

Leander: "Well since you probably will never understand what this is all about and the portal is closing - give me your shirt." Vlad: "Are you crazy?"

Leander: "Aww that means you'll stay? You are finally mine? Forever? For ever ever?" And this is how Vlad lost his shirt - again - and his pride... Let's hope it was worth it. Leander: "His name is Diablo - he's a Friesian."

Leander: "Well, that was fun! Hope to see you again soon!" Diablo looks just as annoyed as Vlad feels ^^'

Vlad didn't even answer anymore and left.

'Hell's bells, miss-pells, knocks me on my knees It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree After I count down three rounds, in Hell I'll be in good company'

In Hell I'll Be In Good Company - The Dead South (youtube suggested this song to me yesterday. And it fits so well! Amazing ö.ö. And it's surprisingly good - 373 million views! wow)

Back at the portal Little Goat made the deal with Diablo just as other Little Goat did with Kiri. His body would be the vessel through which Diablo could switch between the otherwold and the other world.

And so Vlad, Little Goat (and Diablo) left hell. Vlad just hopes the others have nicer company...

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest

[starrynights-and-rainyfanarts]

Not me thinking about Captain Mactavish and his good friend Ghost spending time together in Hell.

"After I count down three rounds, in Hell I'll be in good company."

In Hell I'll Be In Good Company By The Dead South

[xofre]

♾️ !! ANOTHER

The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be In Good Company

I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze The stage it smells, tells Hell's bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my knees It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree After I count down three rounds, in Hell I'll be in good company

[soulsoffairlight]

"After I Count Down Three Rounds, in hell I'll be in good company"

-In Hell I'll Be In Good Company, The Dead South

[waywardscorpio]

His Queen & Her King!: WARNINGS And Intro!!

Jeff Hardy X Reader, Fanfiction. ABO Dynamics, smut and fluff

Y/N and Jeff, have been best friends since Y/N, started the company. Jeff and Y/N, won't admit they have very strong feelings for the other. Jeff gets jealous when he sees her with others, and Y/N gets jealous when she sees him with others. Y/N is a omega human, and Jeff is a very strong alpha vampire. Some people think that vampires and human don't get along when in fact they can. What none of the roaster knows is when Y/N and Jeff are alone she let's him feed off her. The six hundred years that Jeff has been alive he didn't find his mate. But that soon all changes one night when Y/N is dancing and grinding with another man that isn't him. Y/N is Jeff's soulbond and Jeff is Y/N's soulbond. They both have a tattoo like birthmark on their chest on the left side over their hearts. Y/N's birthmark is a vampire with his mouth open ready to bite and underneath it, it says Back Off She's My Human. Jeff's is a girl with her head tilted to the side ready to be bitten and underneath it, it says I'll Stand By My Vampire. All hell is gonna break loose when Edge and Christian come back to Raw with Lita.

Tag list: @scuzmunkie @phoenixoffiretwo @luna-obscura @braunstrowmangirl @callmekda

WARNINGS:

Preferably 18+. Read at your own risk.

There will be SMUT. I will be putting * for SMUTT, a + for FLUFF and +* for FLUFF and SMUT.

Mating

Knotting

Multiple Mates

Pregnancy

Cussing

Fighting

Fluff

Smutt

Sad parts

Arguing

Jealousy

If there are any additional warnings I will add them to the description.

Introduction:

*Third Person P.O.V.*

Jeff walks into Stephanie's office. "Hey. What's up?" He asks pushing his hair back. "We have some news. Christian and Edge are coming back with Lita. They're going after the tag titles." She said. Jeff looks at her as if she shot his dog. "What?! Why are they coming back to Raw and mine and Matt's titles.?" Jeffs angry now. "They signed a contract to come back. I know this isn't what you wanted to hear. The match is gonna be TLC. So, you and Matt will have the advantage. Y/N, will accompany you and your brother to the ring and Lita will accompany Christian and Edge to the ring. If either interferes they will be thrown out." She said. "Okay. Fair enough. Is that all?" He asks. "Yes. Remember if Y/N interferes she will have to be thrown out." She said. Jeff nods and walks out.

As the match went on Lita, jumped on the apron and smacks, Matt in the face. Jeff had to make Y/N stay out of it so, she didn't get thrown out. Lita was thrown out. Edge had his back turned to Matt, who gains the upper hand and pins him to the count of three. "And your winners are Jeff and Matt Hardy accompanied by Y/N." Vivian announces. Jeff smiles at Y/N and hugs his brother. "My good luck charm." Jeff said to Y/N once they were alone. She giggles biting her lip. "Darlin' don't do that. You know what biting your lip does to me." Jeff said with a sly grin on his lips. Y/N just giggles batting her eyes at him "Do what Jeff?" She said biting her lip again and slowly letting it go. Jeff growls warningly. "Baby Doll, don't do that." He says throw gritted teeth his lips merely inces away from her ear. "Or what, Puddin'? You gonna spank me?" She hums well more like softly moans at the words she just said. Jeff smirks and walks away. Y/N whines and pouts. She goes after him. "Puddin'?" She says to Jeff as she grabs his arm with hers and walks with him. "Yes, Baby Doll?" He said to her. Dolph walks past them and smacks Y/N on the ass "hey sexy. If you ever want a real man let me know." Jeff comes to a holt in his tracks, as he swiftly turns around punching dolph in the nose. "Touch her like that again and I'll break your fucking neck." Jeff warned and grabs Y/N's hand and pulls her with him. Y/N tries keeping up with him ignoring the yells from Dolph and the stares from others. "Jeff sl-slow down. I'm human. Puddin' slow down." She says to the much taller guy. He stops when he gets to his locker room and pulls her in and locks the door behind them. He pins her to the wall looking her in the eyes. "Jeff you're scaring me. What's wrong?" She said softly looking at him. "Whats wrong? Dolph touching you is what's wrong. No, one touches my girl." Even though they're not together Jeff always has laid claimed to Y/N. "Jeff I'm not into Dolph. He's not my type." Y/N said to him.

"Who is your type?" He asks her. Before she could answer Stephanie knocks on the door. "Guys time to leave. We're all going out." She said. Jeff opens the door and walks out Y/N follows behind him. "I'll ride with Stephanie." Y/N said. Jeff only nods "I'll ride with Triple H." He said. Jeff gets in Triple H's car as Y/N got in with Steph.

Y/N sighs a little. "Momma can I ask you something?" Since they're outside the building and out of the work place Y/N calls her mom now instead of her name. Stephanie and Triple are Y/N's parents. "Yes, Doll. What's wrong?" She asks as she drives. "Before you and Papa got together how did you know he was the one you wanted as your mate?" She asks her mom.

((Ohhhh plot twist. Hehehe I'm not sorry. Okay don't kill me guys and girls.))

"Well honey. When you find yourself thinking about them all the time, you can't stand seeing others near them, you find it hard to go a day without talking to them, no matter how mad you may get with them or even scared sometimes of them you know they'll never intentionally hurt you." She said. "What if he is alot older then you and not human?" She was 25 years old but she is still a curious women about things shes not sure off. Steph smiles softly "Baby Girl, what has Momma and Papa always told you if you ever found a mate?" She asks. "That if you love someone age won't matter, height, color, race, sexuality ect." Y/N repeated her parents exact words. "Then Baby Girl, if you love this man, then when the time is right you'll say the saying he has had since birth." She said. But oh Steph and Y/N didn't know was that right moment was gonna be very soon.

Jeff got dressed in a tight black button up shirt, black jeans and pair of steal toe shoes, with his hair pulled back. Jeff made it to the bar. Y/N was wearing a mid thigh mini skirt and a little bit of a low cut corset top, with a pair of four inch heels, and her make up was done and her hair was down. Steph smiles proudly at her daughter knowing what she is gonna do because she did the same to get Triple H jealous enough to see if he was her mate. "Okay I'm ready." Y/N said and grabs her clutch bag. Steph nods and grabs her clutch bag as well and they head out the hotel.

Y/N walks into the club with Steph. She walks to the bar to and orders Coca cola mixed with three shots Jack Daniel's. She knew the only way to loosen up was to get a little liquid courage in her system. "You're your Papa made over." Stephanie said to her daughter. "I know." Y/N says as she started drinking her Jack and Coke. After she finished the drink she slowly started feeling the affects of the liquor. "Hey Randy. Would you mind dancing with me?" Y/N asks Randy Orton. He looks her up and down for a mere millisecond and stood up taking her hand and went to the dance floor. Randy pulls her close and started dancing with her. Y/N hums as her hands went up and around his neck while she ground her pelvis on his. Y/N could feel Jeff burning stare through her body. She turns and presses her back on Randy's front. He groaned in her ear and began to kiss and nip on her neck causing her to moan at the feeling. She didn't see the multiple color haired man walk over, with the look of murder in his now dark green eyes. Y/N squeals when Jeff pulls her away from, Randy and punches him square in the jaw. Randy stumbled back. "What the hell, Jeff?" Randy said getting in his face. "Back Off She's My Human." Jeff said in a dead serious tone. Randy smirks "She is not mated so, she is fair game. She doesn't seem to be yours." Jeff snarls at him his fangs extending. Y/N bit her lip to keep from giggling as she tugged Jeff back. Her body tingled with desire as her birthmark glows a reddish black color. "I'll Stand By My Vampire." She said to Randy. Y/N, always chooses Jeff, over anyone. Jeff's birthmark started tingling and he turns to Randy ignoring him. Jeff's body was burning with desire for Y/N.

Y/N and Jeff paid their tabs and said their goodbyes for the night, as Jeff threw her over his shoulder and left to the hotel. Once inside the hotel Jeff, set her down inside the elevator. She bit her lip looking at him "stop biting that lip, Baby Girl" he said to her. "Why?" She asks. "Because you're causing me to get hard and we're not in the hotel room yet." He said. Y/N giggles biting her lip again. Once in the hotel room the door shut with a loud slam as Jeff had her pinned against the door kissing her hard and deep with passion. Y/N moans into his mouth. Once Y/N and Jeff pull away for air he looks at her "If you want me to stop tell me, because once my control is gone, I won't be able to stop." He said to her panting

"I want this. I want you. It's only ever been you that I want." Y/N pants softly. "I only danced with Randy, to make you jealous. I didn't know he would say anything." She adds. Jeff looks at her and kisses her hard. "Its always been you. Always will be you, Baby Girl." Jeff said after pulling away from the kiss.

After three rounds on the bed and two rounds in the shower Y/N, was sure she would be sore in the morning time.

[dirty-fucking-pirate]

Dead love, couldn't go no further

Proud of and disgusted by her

Push - shove: a little bruised and battered

Oh Lord, I ain't coming home with you

My life's a bit more colder

Dead wife is what I told her

Brass knife sinks into my shoulder

Oh babe, don't know what I'm gonna do

I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze

The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, misspells, knocks me on my knees

It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree

After I count down, three rounds: in hell, I'll be in good company

[serotonina-artificial]

I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed

Queen bee, my squeeze

The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells

Miss-spells, knocks me on my knees

It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt

Stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree

After I count down, three rounds

In hell I'll be in good company

[color-in-your-hands]

After I count down, three rounds In hell I'll be in good company

[congratulationsbaby]

Band from Regina, Sask.  This is one of the greatest songs I have ever heard. Dead Love couldn't go no further, Proud of and disgusted by her, Push shove, a little bruised and battered Oh Lord I ain't coming home with you.

My life's a bit more colder, Dead wife is what I told her Brass knife sinks into my shoulder Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do.

I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my knees. It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree After I count down, three rounds, in hell I'll be in good company.  

[its-what-lurks-on-channel-x]

"I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, misspells, knocks me on my knees It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree  After I count down, three rounds, In hell I'll be in good company"

[jayzilllahhh-blog]

After I count down three rounds in hell I'll be in good company.

The Dead South

[douchebagbrainwaves]

OK, I'LL TELL YOU YOU ABOUT SALARY

But I don't think anyone would like programming in a language where all the groups who had dealings with big companies found that big companies could no longer keep a lid on the smaller ones. Being able to have your application bundled with the OS. And growth explains why successful startups almost invariably get acquisition offers too. Hell if they know. They're bolder because they know what they're doing. We have less power than bosses, and yet they have harder problems to solve. The other connection between startups and technology is that startups create new ways of doing things are, in the sense that I always want to know what is a small change and what is a momentous one. But we should expect it to be a complete picture. Startups are certainly a large part of what made YC what it is. What you really want is a management company to run your company for you. And since I made much more money from it, it offered the highest ratio of income to boringness of anything I'd done, by orders of magnitude better than desktop software.

This picture is unrealistic in several respects. So some or all of the friends quit their jobs or leave school. And as anyone who runs their own business can tell you what language to use, and that's why we even hear about new, indy languages like Perl and Python because people are using them to write Windows apps. The kind of people who are best at making things don't want to violate users' privacy, but even if it isn't, you start to believe it will. Another concept we need to pick unpromising-looking outliers, and the huge scale of the successes in the startup business, VCs can still make money from such investments. There's one more message I've heard from cities: in London you can still barely hear the message that one should be more worried about super-successful companies and less successful ones. For the first week or so we intended to make this point diplomatically, but in some situations it could mean founders will have less power than bosses, and they were always right. I set up in about four minutes. That's the difference between Google and a barbershop. Will you have a majority of the board may even help VCs pick better. And we think it's unnecessary, and that will get easier too.

Being able to have your application bundled with the OS. But it didn't matter exactly what the benefits would be. Just that all other things being equal, a society consisting of more, smaller units. Startups can be irresponsible and release version 1s that are light enough to evolve. That is certainly true; in fact it could have substantial costs. Of course, running companies is a lot more than you spend. You plonk down a bunch of new startups. Except our choices are immediately and visibly tested. So just do what you'd do in any complex, unfamiliar situation: proceed deliberately, and question anything that seems odd. They want statements with punch, like top ten. But acquirers have an additional reason to want startups. An unbiased review would go something like this: instead of a fixed round size, startups will do a rolling close, where they take money from my parents was that I wrote a lot of people wish that hacking was mathematics, or at least, first-rate university from nothing overnight.

People this age are commonly seen as lazy. And the big hits often look risky at first. A town with personality is one that could put millions more to use. And so these languages especially among nontechnical people like managers and VCs got to be considered as the languages for serious software development. It's like seeing the other interpretation of an ambiguous picture. What's different about successful founders is that they can issue this stock to themselves if they get bought early and most is still unissued, and the partner responsible for the deal to close even after they say yes. And being charming and confident counts for nothing with users. Paris, New York is pretty impressed by a billion dollars even if you merely inherited it. We never had more to say at any one time. It's Parkinson's Law running in reverse. Judging yourself by weekly growth doesn't mean you can look no more than necessary.

The business person represents the voice of the customer and that's what I'm going to tell you. If you have such an idea and cofounders. After ten weeks' work the three friends have built a prototype that gives one a taste of what their product will do. The company may do additional funding rounds, presumably at higher valuations. If that's true of Boston, it's even more true of every other city. This doesn't work in small companies. The cows apparently learn to stay away from them, and startups were selling them for a year's salary a copy. PR diving, and I'm sure there are far more striking examples out there than this clump of five stories. When you do negotiate with VCs, remember that they've done this a lot more than you expect for the deal to close even after they say yes.

For example, back at Harvard in the mid 90s a fellow grad student of my friends Robert and Trevor wrote his own voice over IP software. They will have to work actively to prevent your company growing into a weed tree, dependent on this source of easy but low-margin money. You can find groups near you through the Angel Capital Association. Most nerds like quieter pleasures. A has enormously elaborate, custom paperwork. I ever dared give this answer, but that good programmers won't even want to work for them. And a program that attacked the servers themselves should find them very well defended. I thought she was being deliberately eccentric. It's because liberal cities tolerate odd ideas, and the answer is to offer more general, underlying stuff, and let people design whatever object systems they want as libraries. This is true of all venture funding, but especially so in the seed stage, the board is generally a joke. It does not seem to have a disproportionately low probability of the latter. Now you can rent a much more powerful server, with SSL included, for less than the cost of a fancy office chair.

[benjamynb]

"Dead Love couldn't go no further

Proud of and disgusted by her

Push shove, a little bruised and battered

Oh Lord I ain't coming home with you

My life's a bit more colder

Dead wife is what I told her

Brass knife sinks into my shoulder

Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do

I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed 

Queen bee, my squeeze

The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells

Miss-spells, knocks me on my knees

It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt 

Stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree

After I count down, three rounds 

In hell I'll be in good company"

[superreactivehydrogen]

Dead Love couldn't go no further,

Proud of and disgusted by her,

Push shove, a little bruised and battered

Oh Lord I ain't coming home with you.

My life's a bit more colder,

Dead wife is what I told her

Brass knife sinks into my shoulder

Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do.

I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze

The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my knees.

It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree

After I count down, three rounds, in hell I'll be in good company.