#Bandan

[singeratlarge]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Robert Alda, Erykah Badu, The Beatles’s 1970 HEY JUDE (AGAIN) LP, Lazar Berman, Buffalo Bill, Michael Bolton, Bunny Briggs, Jonathan Cain, CL, Dane Clark, Jaz Coleman (Killing Joke), Paul Cotton (Poco), Ida Cox, Mark Dacascos, Fats Domino, Bill Duke, Cyrus Faryar, William Frawley, Jackie Gleason, Hagood Hardy, Bob “Bear” Hite, Victor Hugo, Betty Hutton, John Harvey Kellogg, Husband E. Kimmel, Marta Kristen, Christopher Marlowe, Max Martin, Seth Morrison, Michael Pate, Pepe, Corrinne Bailey Rae, Tony Randall, Nate Ruess, Mitch Ryder, Doug Sandom, Schubert’s 1869 Symphony No. 4, Levi Strauss, Dub Taylor, Yōsuke Yamashita, and the legendary singer-songwriter, musical pioneer, actor, and Bible scholar Johnny Cash.

No matter where I went as a kid, the “boom-chicka-boom” of Johnny Cash and The Tennessee Three were playing in the background, with emphasis on the Sun sessions and the prison albums. Cash was one of the unifying sound-streams amongst family and friends who’d, otherwise, never agree on what to listen to. With his own brand of rebellious humility, he sang about the temporal and the eternal, intertwining the world view of a hardscrabble working man with that of a mystic. Throughout my life, in consistent and sometimes surprising patterns, Cash spoke to me about spiritual matters, even if I didn’t get it on the first pass. Musically he proved that stark and simple could be amazingly effective. HB JC and thank you for being a role model. Please enjoy my cover of “Ring of Fire”…

#birthday #JohnnyCash #ringoffire #juncarter #merlekilgore #bandan #oregon #johnnyjblair #SunRecords #prison #tennesseethree #arkansas #dyess #fire 

[brightwingedbat]

Meet Bandan Barrelbang, a currently 37 year old pirate charr who left the Blood Legion as a gladium after losing half her left arm in combat. She is almost never seen without her bandana wrapped around her forehead.

She's got a swaggering personality, likes to stir up problems and see what reactions she gets. As long as she's having fun, she's happy. And being a free pirate is a LOT of fun for her.

Originally Felice Flintlock of the Flint warband, some bad judgments in combat lead to taking a severe sword slash on her forearm. She got medical care, but her strict warband refused to keep her on as she'd hold them back with only one hand, at least that's what they said.

The then Felice was all "Fuck 'em, and the legions too for that matter." And left as a gladium. One arm down, but still her right was as keen as ever with both dagger and pistol.

She took to Lion's Arch to try something new, and ended up having an encounter with a charr pirate. At the tavern. With the both of them drinking and flirting. Somehow, this leads to her joining the crew after having spent the night with that one pirate.

Being new on the crew, a bunch of them started to just call her "Bandana Lass" rather than her original name. Over time, this shifted to Bandan and she just generally began to prefer this. She also adopted Barrelbang to her name, still fond of old warband style naming, but more fitting to her role as pistoleer and cannonneer for the crew. Even with one arm, she proves herself time and time again with the crew. At some point the crew also gains a member experienced in engineering, resulting in Bandan getting an experimental prosthesis with a built in firing mechanism, letting her use her left arm as an offhand pistol.

For now, she still enjoys her life as a pirate. Wandering for treasures to loot and experiences to have.

[mallo-person]

Finally not bed bound or not getting headaches from my phone after short uses, here is some art :>

[rainsyru]

huey definitely thought the earth was flat as a kid

tbh I don't think he even thought that far ahead lol

[thedaisywonder]

Rakhi finally pahhoch gayi chanda mama!

[theshiki]

La bandan de Sasuke, Naruto la guardó durante años y se la devolvió cuando se despidieron en el cap 699 del manga

Muñeco de Sasuke que aparece en un ending de Naruto shippuden

Muñeco de Sasuke de tamaño humano en su cama

Foto de team 7, así que tecnicamente tiene la foto de Sasuke igual que Obito priorizaba la de Rin XD

Collar con la foto individual de Sasuke dibujada por Kishimoto como portada del capítulo 411 del manga

El primer y segundo beso de Sasuke

Cartel motivacional con la leyenda: Derrotar a Sasuke con un dibujito hecho a mano por Naruto

Ropa con el símbolo del clan Uchiha

Directamente la ropa de Sasuke

Un regalo sin ninguna razón en particular de su parte. Sasuke le regaló un autografo de su actriz favorita

[jojo-schmo]

I don’t know how far you want to go with your story (perfectly up to you), but I was wondering what ideas you had for if you ever get to ‘Forgo Bandan’. What would the mask look like?

He’s got a Primal Awoofy mask >:3

These drawings are old and the design is subject to a few tweaks by the time I get to that part in the story. But I have every intention of telling the Roleswap story all the way to the end. 😤

[napszemuvegbe]

En nem teljesen tudtam kovetni a fekezhetetlen agyveleju orban balazs eszjarasat

A mosakodos videojabol csak az nem derul ki, hogy miert volt 56-ban igaza a magyaroknak amikor felvettek a harcot az oroszokkal, es miert nincs 2022 ota igaza az ukranoknak, amikor felvettek a harcot az oroszokkal.

Szinte erzem az egesz bandan, ahogy izzadnak, es pakoljak a lencseket es tukroket 56 kore, hogy megfelelo legyen az optikaja, de latszik hogy baromira nincs kitalalva a narrativa.

Valojaban ott van a kognitiv disszonancia, hogy amit a fidesz bekepartinak hiv, az valojaban struccpolitika. Orban ki is mondja explicit: "nem akarunk a konfliktus resze lenni". Ez nem bekeparti. Valojaban teljesen mindegy neki hogy ki fog gyozni, vagy hogy hany ember hal meg.

[singeratlarge]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Robert Alda, Erykah Badu, The Beatles’s 1970 HEY JUDE (AGAIN) LP, Lazar Berman, Buffalo Bill, Michael Bolton, Bunny Briggs, Jonathan Cain, CL, Dane Clark, Jaz Coleman (Killing Joke), Paul Cotton (Poco), Ida Cox, Mark Dacascos, Fats Domino, Bill Duke, Cyrus Faryar, William Frawley, Jackie Gleason, Hagood Hardy, Bob “Bear” Hite, Victor Hugo, Betty Hutton, John Harvey Kellogg, Husband E. Kimmel, Marta Kristen, Christopher Marlowe, Max Martin, Seth Morrison, Michael Pate, Pepe, Corrinne Bailey Rae, Tony Randall, Nate Ruess, Mitch Ryder, Doug Sandom, Schubert’s 1869 Symphony No. 4, Levi Strauss, Dub Taylor, Yōsuke Yamashita, and the legendary singer-songwriter, musical pioneer, actor, and Bible scholar Johnny Cash. No matter where I went as a kid, the “boom-chicka-boom” of Johnny Cash and The Tennessee Three were playing in the background, with emphasis on the Sun sessions and the prison albums. Cash was one of the unifying sound-streams amongst family and friends who’d, otherwise, never agree on what to listen to. With his own brand of rebellious humility, he sang about the temporal and the eternal, intertwining the world view of a hardscrabble working man with that of a mystic. Throughout my life, in consistent and sometimes surprising patterns, Cash spoke to me about spiritual matters, even if I didn’t get it on the first pass. Musically he proved that stark and simple could be amazingly effective. HB JC and thank you for being such an incredible role model of art and spirit. Please enjoy my cover of “Ring of Fire”… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZJGxy-65NU   #birthday #JohnnyCash #ringoffire #junecarter #merlekilgore #bandan #oregon #johnnyjblair #SunRecords #prison #tennesseethree #arkansas #dyess #fire

[vigilxnte]

Chapter 1 Part 1

What if? TWD EDITION

Hi guys. This is Chapter 1 Part 1 of my what if series. Its main protagonist will be Rick's daughter Y/N. I'll let you all work out the rest. This is an on going series so please stay tuned. Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy the first part.

Approx 900 words

Negans whistle surrounded us ,like prey, as we forced our way through the tress. It was as if the branches wanted us as dead as he did. My father guided us, while i clung onto Maggie. She was trying her best to keep up, as the pains got worse. "Come on Maggie not to much further, right dad?" I reassured her as I held all her weight on my shoulders. My dad, Rick, ignored me as we all ran in a frantic panick. The faster we ran I felt my legs burn with exhaustion. As the whistling got louder I grew more with panic. Today isn't the day I accept death. Not after all we'd been through.

We turned a corner as one of negans men appeared from the bushes. It was like hunting a boar during hunting season, except we were the ones being hunted. Running in a different direction we haulted in an opening to catch out breath, looking around, searching for an escape. Suddenly the whistling stopped. I looked at my brother Carl who seem just as confused I was. "Are they gone?" I questioned, breathless to the group. they all appeared just as unsure as i did. Abruptly, lights began appearing around us, simultaneously, almost coordinated. Light peirced through my retna, almost burning the back of my skull. Squinting, I held tight on to Maggie, who too struggled for breath and vision. Behind the light I could make out 100s of men, stood by cars of which the light sourced. They surrounded us like hawks ready for the kill. But what stopped them? Between the shining lights a camper van positioned itself between group that surrounded us. Turning, I saw more crowd from behind us, some of them making their way to us, before slamming us to our knees and removing our weapons from hands and pockets. I let go of Maggie as they forced us apart placing us into a line.

From the line of men and cars surrounding on stepped forward almost giving us a once over to ensure we were alined 'perfectly'. He eyed us down one last time before he spoke "alright, we got a full boat" pausing for dramatic pause "let's meet the man" gleefully walking to the door of the camper to knock. Knock, knock, knock. Silence was all around, even a walker would have been some what comforting noise in this moment in time. The camper van's door banged against itself, as the silouette of an unknown man appeared from the hovering darkness. He stepped from the camper as his foot fell heavy to the gravelled ground. Strutting his way over to us, fitted in a leather jacket and smug grin on his face. A red bandaner positioned above the closed jacket. A hand tightly fisted a bat, covered in barbwire as it rested against the mans broad shoulders.

"Pissing our pants yet?"

Thank you for reading and make sure to leave a comment if you have any ideas I could add for future posts.

[brightwingedbat]

Oh she's perfect

Meet Bandan Barrelbang, a pirate who got her current name as a nickname for her constant use of a bandana. She likes it better than her old name anyway.

Suddenly hit with thoughts of pirate charr lass with that shadowed eyes sorta thing

[mishajeans]

Scarlet bandaned turtle stole someone's curtains.

Also Scarlett from "Gone with wind" in her dress of curtains!

My references are sudden. Like a salmon in a blueberry bushes.

[sterlingnaberrie]

𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈

SUMMARY: Hunter’s senses swallow him whole, overwhelming him to the point of exhaustion. Sterling senses it too, his discomfort practically radiating off of him. So after the squad lands back on Ord Mantell, the ship empty and quiet, Sterling decides to try and atleast take away some of his pain the best she can.

(JediOCSterling x Hunter)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

Sometimes I wonder what the Kaminoans were thinking when they created Hunter with the abilities he has. Sure it’s a useful ability to have but in retrospect, they serve more as an inconvenience than anything else. It swallows him whole when we aren’t on missions, even when the rest of the squad doesn’t see it, I do.

And Tech also, our shared glances when we see Hunter vacating to the Marauder when we aren’t needed by Cid anymore . Or the way his body slouches as he goes to sit at the bar, his fingers going to pinch the bridge of his nose as he winces at Wrecker’s laughter ringing off the walls. I want nothing more than to take it away from him, to be able to just put his curse of an ability in a jar so he can live quietly, even if it’s for an hour.

I asked Tech if there was anything that could be done for it to at least be more bearable for him, if there was anything I could do to take some of the pressure away, especially when it gets to the point where he gets migraines.

“A viable solution would be to have something for him to ground on” he stated as he briefly met my gaze, pushing the bridge of his goggles up his nose before looking back down at his Holopad “whether that be white noise or if you were to physically distract him from the discomfort” He said, his fingers tapping away at the keys “you mean like…a head massage?” I asked, heat rising to my cheeks “precisely” he agreed.

Tech and I’s conversation lingers in my mind as I see Hunter sitting in the Co-Pilot seat of the Marauder. We landed not even 10 minutes ago, the rest of the squad having left to go get drinks, Omega and Wrecker having gone to fulfill their ‘tradition’ as they call it. His Force signature feels like one large scribble as it vibrates mercilessly around him, his muscles wearing thin as his senses continue to exhaust his body.

I get up from our shared bunk and make my way over to the cockpit “Hunter?” I ask gently as I place my hand on his shoulder. A faint grunt being the only response I receive as I move around to face him, leaning down to kneel in between his legs “hey” I whisper, not wanting to overwhelm him even more so. Hunter's furrowed brows harshly etch his face as he squints his eyes open to look down at me “hi there” I voice, an empathetic smile pulling at my lips “i can help if you’ll let me?” I ask, my left hand gently resting against his thigh. He nods slightly, hands caging his head, the sight itself pulling at my chest. I get up and outstretch my hand for him to take “come with me” I say as he takes my hand, his balance in vertigo as he stands. I lead him down the ship to our bunk hand in hand, squeezing it slightly in reassurance. I turn to face him, again that exposed vulnerability that only I ever witness, it lining his face and filling his eyes to the brim. He looks exhausted, overwhelmed but curiosity tinges his features. “sit down for me yeah?” i gently encourage before hesitantly letting go of his hand “are you able to take off your armor?” I ask as he sits on the edge of the bunk, a brief nod being all he gives as he begins to remove the durable material.

I watch as he unclips and removes, helping him with his boots and shin plates until he’s left in just his chest plate “lift your arms for me” I ask as I grab the lip of the plate, pulling it over his head “what are you planning hm?” he humors slightly, his gaze unwavering even through his lidded eyes, a small smirk lining his lips. I smile back down at him before placing his chest plate beside the bunk, I kneel down to his eye level before reaching to untie his bandana from around his head “I found out that one way to help you when you’re like this is head massages” I respond simply, placing the fabric on the bunk before I duck to lay beside him, moving against the wall of the ship “lie down” I urge, his head turned to meet my gaze.

A brief look of gratitude paints his face before he makes his way down to lie down next to me, his body partially laying on mine before moving his head to rest on my chest. I feel his muscles relax and body let go, his arms resting on either side of my ribs. I give him a moment to ground himself, to let the rise and fall of my chest settle him somehow. A moment of warm silence passes before I move my hand to gently brush through his hair, caressing the loose strands that fall across his face. I then gradually guide my nails softly across his scalp, repeating the motion leisurely across his whole head. He sighs softly out of relief, his once mangled force signature has now fallen limp, I feel it swift into the soft rippling of water, his calmness soothing the air around us both.

“Tech recommended this didn’t he” Hunter mutters after a moment of stillness, his voice cracking under sleep “maybe” I say, his chuckle causing my lips to falter into a smile. “I owe you one” he says, his thumb gently rubbing against my side as a show of thanks “no you don’t” i decline softly, my fingers continuing to rake gently across his scalp, his brown hair threading its way in between my fingers “you do enough” I say quietly. He hums in response, sleep slowly lulling him away.

You would think that his face is always carved with worry and stress, but when sleep comes and takes over, his face falls so softly. That being the only time where his brows aren’t stitched together and his lips upturned in worry.

It somehow feels wrong to be able to see him this way, in a state of such stillness and peace. Solace sometimes looks wrong on a face when it’s constantly painted with so much grief. It’s like you’re seeing them for the first time. But then you remember that the grief was never self inflicted and that their solace somehow needed to be earned. With Hunter that will never be the case. Solace and comfort will be given and never begged for.

[ankhlesbian]

Pretty has xmas bandans arriving tomorrow <<<<33333

[toomagazineperfection]

A loved hiss of her.

A night of moon dwelling in the reeks of night.

Her love is a girl.

His tale is a sur.

A hasara bandan vasana.

He reads, I night her world.

I night to become.

I love her so.

I loved her twice.

Missed her lies.

Her.

Sunidhi

[mass-angel-exodus]

Holy fucking shit it's raksha bandan. Apperntky if you look it up on Google little rakhis pop up on the page and spin around and this makes me stupidly happy