#JACKSON COLT

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Interview: Jackson Colt (Written)

We delve into the vibrant world of Jackson Colt's latest single, 'Shake Your Body.' Join us as we uncover the inspiration, creative process, and sonic journey behind this electrifying track.

A Sonic Adventure: Exploring the Soundscapes of Jackson Colt’s ‘Shake Your Body’ Welcome to Games, Brrraaains & A Head-Banging Life’s exclusive interview with South African Rockers Jackson Colt. We delve into the vibrant world of their latest single, ‘Shake Your Body.’ Join us as we uncover the inspiration, creative process, and sonic journey behind this electrifying track. Jackson Colt, thank…

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South African Rockers JACKSON COLT Release New Single 'Strangers'

Photo By Justine MacFarlane South African Rockers JACKSON COLT are back with a Rocking new single ‘Strangers’ produced by Dale Schnettler (Prime Circle & The Drumjay Experience).  ‘Strangers is available now on all platforms at https://linktr.ee/jacksoncoltrock Jackson Colt is the essence of 80’s Rock reimagined. Catchy chorus hooks, melodic riffs and shredding solos echo through from the…

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I'm putting this out there, knowing full well that I'll probably get hate for it, and that's fine. I know how blocking works.

I am from Chicago. I've been watching wrestling since 1995. My personal knowledge and experiences with CM Punk started before many of you were born.

He can say he's from Chicago all he wants, but the man is from Lockport. He went to school with my cousins. I met him several times in our youth before he was signed anywhere.

I can confirm from my own experiences with him, as well as those of my family, that he has always been a whiny bitch with an over inflated ego. In his mind, he's never wrong. He demands respect from everyone, but he makes them earn his. He makes you earn his kindness. The first time that you disagree with him on anything, regardless of how unimportant it is, you will be dead to him forever. He does not forgive. He gaslights easier than most people breathe.

In short, CM Punk is as toxic as they come, and he always has been. He probably always will be. If you're going to support him, proceed with caution.

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some Ryan gosling related art I’ve done recently 😓

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“Welcome to the world clover”

EVERYONE BLAME @redninjaoutfit Afor putting this IN MY HEAD IM SICK.

It was the middle of the night when Lovette's contractions started, a rush of panic mixed with excitement filling her as Vance scrambled to get their things ready. They had prepared for this moment for months, but nothing could have prepared them for the whirlwind that followed as they rushed to the hospital. Lovette managing to calmly explain to the front desk about her water breaking, her red haired husband look a second away from fainting was not helping by screaming for a room.

Vance had been by Lovette’s side through every step of the pregnancy, absolutely smitten with her since their years at Bullworth. His love for her only grew with every day, every moment they spent planning their future. The idea of becoming parents was daunting, but it was also beautiful.

At the hospital, the medical staff took Lovette to a room, and Vance was right there, holding her hand, whispering reassurances in her ear as they waited for the baby to come. Hours passed, and Lovette's exhaustion began to settle in, but she kept strong, her grip on Vance’s hand tightening with every contraction. He didn’t dare complain once, rather his wife break every one in his hand then let her be in pain.

In the waiting room, however, a different kind of chaos unfolded. The greaser gang had arrived, and they were anything but subtle.

"I’m telling you, we need to see her now!" Johnny yelled, pacing back and forth while glaring at the poor nurse at the desk. His usual tough-guy demeanor was punctuated by genuine concern, making him even more intimidating.

"She’s fine, Johnny, calm down!" Peanut tried to reassure him, but he wasn’t doing much better, fiddling nervously with his jacket.

"You don’t know that! What if something’s wrong?" Hal piped in, his voice shaking slightly. "What if—"

"Everyone just calm down," the nurse finally managed to interrupt, holding her hands up. "Lovette is in good hands, and we’ll notify you as soon as there’s any news."

"Good hands? You’re sure about that?" Ricky muttered under his breath, giving the nurse a skeptical look.

Amidst the gang, Colt stood a little apart, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, eyes darting to the hallway every few seconds. He looked like he was barely holding it together. Lovette had treated him like her own son for years now, As soon as the girl turned 18 she was quick to file for adoption thanks to a lawyer parent of the preps, and the thought of something happening to her made him feel sick. His hands were balled into fists, knuckles white with tension.

"She’s gonna be fine, right?" he finally asked the nurse, his voice a little quieter but no less intense.

Before the nurse could answer, the doors to the delivery wing swung open, and Vance stepped out, looking both exhausted and radiant. His smile was wide, the relief and joy written all over his face. His hair a tousled mess that normally would have sent him into a panic for a comb.

"Vance!" Johnny was the first to bolt up to him, grabbing him by the shoulders. "How’s Lovette? The baby?"

Vance chuckled softly, shaking his head. "She’s perfect. Both of them are perfect. It was a healthy delivery��a girl. We have a little girl." He spoke, tears pricking in his tired eyes. The shake in his voice noticeable.

The gang erupted into a chorus of cheers and congratulations, their previous anxiety replaced with excitement and relief. Colt, however, stood frozen for a moment, his mind still processing the news. Vance smiled and gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder, knowing how much this meant to him too.

"Come on," Vance said, his voice warm. "Lovette wants to see you guys. And Colt... she wants you to meet Clover."

Colt’s eyes widened, and the nervous energy that had been holding him together finally gave way. He followed Vance with the others trailing behind, all of them still buzzing with excitement as they made their way to the room where Lovette was resting.

Lovette was sitting up in bed, looking tired but glowing. In her arms, she cradled a tiny bundle wrapped in a soft pink blanket. Her eyes lit up when she saw Colt and the rest of the greasers crowding the doorway, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

"There’s my family," she whispered, her voice still a little weak but filled with warmth. "Come meet her."

The greasers stepped in slowly, almost reverently, as if they were afraid to break the peaceful moment. Ricky, Hal, Johnny, Peanut,Norton—they all stood around the bed, each of them awkwardly trying to figure out what to say. But their silence was enough. Lovette could see the love and care in their faces.

Colt, however, lingered near the back, unsure. He hadn’t expected to feel so emotional, but seeing Lovette like this, holding her newborn daughter, made his chest tight.

Lovette caught his hesitation and smiled softly. "Colt," she said, beckoning him closer. "Come meet your sister…”

He swallowed hard, walking slowly toward the bed. Lovette gently shifted the baby in her arms, motioning for him to sit beside her.

"You can hold her," Lovette said, her eyes soft. "Don’t be scared. She’s family."

Colt hesitated for just a moment before sitting down carefully, watching as Lovette placed baby Clover into his arms. The baby was so small, so delicate, and for a second, he thought his heart might stop. He had never held a baby before, let alone someone so precious.

"Hey there," Colt whispered, staring down at Clover with wide eyes. She was fast asleep, her tiny hand curled into a fist, her little nose wrinkling in her sleep.

The rest of the greasers looked on, their tough exteriors melting away as they gathered around Colt and the baby. Hal was grinning from ear to ear, Ricky was wiping at his eyes, and Johnny, despite trying to keep up his usual cool act, looked just as emotional. Norton hiding a giant grin behind his fist.

"She’s beautiful," Peanut said softly, leaning over to get a closer look.

"She’s perfect," Vance added, his arm slipping around Lovette’s shoulders as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Just like her mom."

Lovette blushed at the compliment, leaning into Vance’s embrace, but her eyes never left Colt. Seeing him hold Clover like that made her heart swell. She had always treated him like her own, hell he was her own! but watching him cradle her daughter so gently felt like the perfect affirmation that their family—both blood and chosen—was complete.

"Thanks for being here," Lovette said quietly, addressing them all. "It means the world to me."

"Of course we’re here," Johnny replied, sounding slightly offended by the notion. "You’re family."

"Yeah," Hal chimed in, giving Lovette a wide grin. "There’s no way we’d miss this."

"Colt," Lovette said, her voice softening as she looked at him again. "You’ll always be a part of this. You know that, right?"

Colt nodded, unable to trust his voice. He looked down at Clover, feeling a strange sense of pride swell up inside him. He hadn’t expected to feel this connected, but holding her in his arms made everything real. This wasn’t just Lovette’s baby—this was his family, his sister.

"You’re going to be a great big brother," Vance teased, clapping Colt on the back. "I can already see it."

Colt smiled, finally relaxing as the others laughed and cooed over the baby. They passed her around carefully, each of them taking their turn to hold her, marveling at her tiny features and whispering soft words of affection.

As the room filled with laughter and joy, Lovette leaned back against Vance, resting her head on his shoulder. It had been a long journey, but they had made it. They had built something beautiful—something that went beyond just the two of them.

Clover stirred in Peanut’s arms, her little face scrunching up in a tiny yawn, and everyone fell silent for a moment, watching the new life they were all so captivated by.

"Welcome to the family, Clover," Lovette whispered, her voice full of love. "You’ve got the best big brother, the best uncles, and the best dad in the world."

"And the best mom," Vance added, pressing another kiss to her temple.

Lovette smiled, her heart full. Everything she had ever wanted, everything she had dreamed of, was right here in this room. Surrounded by the people she loved most, with her daughter in their arms, she knew they would be okay. They were family, and that was all that mattered.

As the night went on, the gang stayed close, unwilling to leave just yet. They joked and teased each other, fawning over baby Clover and promising to always protect her. And in that moment, in that tiny hospital room, everything felt perfect.

So when I wrote this I cried so hard I started gagging

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Being The Dark Order Ep 1

↳ I love this so much. I don't doubt there will be a moment where The Elite 'regain control' but this means so much to me. I love that they will properly be able to showcase each of their personalities. I'm very much a Uno fangirl first but all 3 are so talented and so interesting. Also more Uno makes Mel very happy.

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AEW Masterlist

Chris Jericho

Colt Cabana

Hangman Adam Page

Hook

Jon Moxley

Kenny Omega

Lio Rush

MJF

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Single Slam: Grimgotts, Graywave, Ross Harding, WormRose, Asleep at the Helm, Sea Gods, Peace Ritual, Box Clone, Windwaker, Jackson Colt, Speaking with Spirits, RinRin, Gold Bloom, When We Were Wolves, and Half Me!

Today’s single slam features Grimgotts, Graywave, Ross Harding, WormRose, Asleep at the Helm, Sea Gods, Peace Ritual, Box Clone, Windwaker, Jackson Colt, Speaking with Spirits, RinRin, Gold Bloom, When We Were Wolves, and Half Me.

Today’s single slam features Grimgotts, Graywave, Ross Harding, WormRose, Asleep at the Helm, Sea Gods, Peace Ritual, Box Clone, Windwaker, Jackson Colt, Speaking with Spirits, RinRin, Gold Bloom, When We Were Wolves, and Half Me. You can read our thoughts about the latest singles from these bands below. Grimgotts – Ancient Voices (Hear them Calling) Grimgotts are back! The power metal group…

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“He’ll shoot murder you. Kay. Anyway, have a good day.” - Matt Jackson

BTE Ep. 211

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A Taste Of Family

Oh so we like found family? BET. Colt belongs to the marvelous @redninjaoutfit

Colt tugged at Lucky’s arm, practically pulling him through the park, his steps quick and anxious. Lucky, taller and more composed, followed with a sigh, his leather jacket flapping slightly in the breeze. His usual slow pace was completely disrupted by Colt’s excitement, though he didn’t seem to mind too much.

"Come on, we’re almost there!" Colt urged, glancing over his shoulder at his older brother. There was a sense of urgency in his voice, but underneath it all, there was something softer—something that spoke of how much today mattered to him. Lucky, ever calm, gave a faint chuckle. “Relax, kid, we’re not late. Lovette’ll wait for us.”

Colt’s heart raced, but it wasn’t just because he was running. Lovette had invited both of them to the park, going out of her way to plan a picnic for the three of them. It wasn’t just for him—she’d made sure to include Lucky, too. Colt knew how much effort she put into things, always thoughtful and meticulous, and the idea of disappointing her had kept him up the night before. She wasn’t just some girl to him; she was something more, something he couldn’t quite describe. Lovette was the closest thing he had to a mother, even if neither of them ever said it out loud.

Lucky had been everything to Colt growing up—a father, a brother a friend. He was raised by his older brother. Having his two worlds combine felt like fate. As they broke through the trees, the park stretched out before them, bright and alive with the soft hum of afternoon life. And there, sitting on a large checkered blanket, was Lovette. Her sundress fluttered slightly in the breeze, the white fabric and soft floral patterns catching the sunlight in a way that made her look almost ethereal. Her blonde hair was tied back with a delicate bow, her posture as poised as ever. She waved, a soft, welcoming smile on her face, and Colt’s stomach flipped.

“See? Told ya she’s waitin’,” Lucky said, patting Colt’s shoulder lightly as they walked toward her. Colt couldn’t help but grin, his earlier nervousness melting away as he waved back. “Yeah… You were right,” he admitted. Lovette’s eyes softened as they approached, her gaze sweeping over the two brothers. “You made it,” she said, her voice light but full of a quiet warmth that always seemed to make Colt feel at ease.

Colt plopped down onto the blanket beside her, grinning ear to ear. “Course we did! Didn’t wanna keep you waitin’.” Lucky gave a more casual nod, sitting down with a little more grace, his movements slow and unhurried.“Thanks for invitin’ both of us, Lovette. This is real nice.”

Lovette smiled, her eyes flicking to Lucky with a fondness that Colt could see even if she didn’t show it as openly. “Of course. I wanted us all to enjoy this,” she said, her hand lightly brushing over the various containers of food she’d set up. “I made sure to include some things I know you’d like, too.”

Lucky’s eyebrows raised slightly, clearly surprised. “You didn’t have to do all that.”

“I wanted to,” Lovette replied simply, her voice gentle but firm.

Colt looked at the spread laid out in front of them. There were sandwiches, fruit, snacks—everything perfectly arranged with the kind of care that Lovette always put into things. She had packed Colt’s favorite soda, just like she always remembered, but she’d also brought some of the things Lucky preferred, like the chips he usually grabbed on their grocery trips. It was the little details that caught Colt off guard every time—how she remembered things that most people would forget.

Lovette wasn’t his mom, not in the traditional sense, but there were moments like these when he realized how much she cared, how much thought she put into taking care of them in her own way. She was the type to fuss over everything he did, a type of affection she held in everything she did, and Colt felt it deeply.

He cleared his throat, feeling a bit awkward now that the moment had settled in. “Uh, thanks, Lovette. For… y’know, all of this.”

Lovette’s eyes softened even more, and she nodded. “You’re welcome, Colt.”

Lucky leaned back on his hands, a faint grin on his face as he looked between the two of them. “This is real nice,” he repeated, though this time his tone was more relaxed, more appreciative. “Ain’t every day we get to just sit back like this.”

Colt couldn’t help but glance at his brother. Lucky had always been the one who held things together, making sure Colt had everything he needed, even when it wasn’t easy. Their parents passing when Colt was only a baby. Lucky had stepped up, becoming the father figure Colt never had a chance to have. They were practically inseparable and remain that way today. When Lovette came along lucky felt unease at her sudden presence near his little brother. This proven to be silly, Lovette had proven that when she took down a bunch of townies who decided it was funny to beat up the kid.

Lovette noticed the way Colt was looking at Lucky, and her smile grew just a little bit. She reached for a sandwich and handed it to Lucky. “I hope it’s to your liking. I know you’re more of a simple eater, so I didn’t go overboard.” Lucky chuckled, taking the sandwich from her with a nod of thanks. “Looks perfect to me.”

Colt watched the way they interacted. Lucky had always been more of a father figure to him, but it was clear that Lovette had a way of grounding him, too. Lucky wasn’t one to take care of himself much—he was always looking out for Colt—but Lovette, in her own way, made sure to look out for Lucky, too. Colt didn’t miss that, and it made him feel something he couldn’t quite describe. Almost like they were all part of something bigger—a family, maybe, even if it didn’t look like the families other kids had.

As the three of them ate, Colt couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. The sun was warm, the park was peaceful, and for once, everything felt right. Colt glanced over at Lucky, who was leaning back with his hands behind his head, his eyes closed as he soaked up the sun.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind doin’ this more often,” Lucky said after a moment, his voice casual but sincere. “It’s nice, takin’ a break from everything.”

Colt nodded, popping open his soda and taking a long sip. “Yeah, I could get used to it.”

Lovette smiled quietly, adjusting the bow in her hair as she looked out at the park. “I’m glad. It’s good for us to slow down sometimes.”

Colt watched her for a moment, his heart swelling with a kind of gratitude he didn’t know how to put into words. She didn’t have to do all this—she didn’t have to invite both of them, pack their favorite things, or make sure everything was perfect. But she had. She always did. And in her own way, she was there for him and Lucky in a way that no one else had ever been.

“So,” Lovette said, breaking the comfortable silence, “are you two up for a little game?”

Colt raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “What kinda game?”

Lovette reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a deck of cards. “Something simple. A little card game to pass the time.”

Lucky sat up, smirking. “You gonna hustle us, Lovette? I didn’t peg you for the gambling type.”

Lovette gave him a sly smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Maybe. You’ll have to play to find out.”

Colt laughed, feeling more at ease than he had in days. He leaned forward, grabbing a handful of chips as he eyed the deck of cards. “Alright, I’m in. But if you start winning too much, I’m callin’ Lucky for backup.”

Lucky chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t drag me into your mess, Colt.”

Lovette dealt the cards with a practiced hand, her movements smooth and precise. Colt couldn’t help but admire the way she always seemed so in control, so sure of herself. Even now, with just a simple card game, she carried herself with the same grace and poise that had always drawn him to her. She was like the glue that held things together, even when he and Lucky were too stubborn to admit it.

As they played, the conversation flowed easily between them—small jokes, teasing remarks, and moments of quiet laughter that made Colt feel like everything was falling into place. He glanced at Lucky, who was leaning in, studying his cards with a serious expression, and then at Lovette, who wore a small, knowing smile as she kept her cards close to her chest.

This—this feeling of belonging, of being part of something—was all Colt had ever really wanted. And sitting here, with Lucky and Lovette beside him, he realized he had it. Maybe it didn’t look like what other people had, but it was theirs. And that was enough.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the park, Lovette looked up from her cards, her eyes meeting Colt’s. There was something unspoken in her gaze, a quiet reassurance that told him everything was going to be okay.

THE MOM AND DAD WITH THERE BABY BOY.

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