#Rock and Roll Channel

[foreverknightalways]

Stonetree says, 100,000 paying customers want the show to go on, and maybe half of those want to take a shot at her, so I've got a dozen uniforms over at her hotel covering crowd control, and I've still got to put cops out into the streets to deal with the city. What do you think I should do, Schanke? Schanke answers, Perhaps bring in the night shift... pronto?

[brucespringsteencomments]

[104-days-of-gifs]

Another 104 Days of Phineas and Ferb GIFs: Day 58

[cosmignon]

if youve ever watched a clip from GDQ/AGDQ and been like "how the fuck did they do that" I definitely think bismuth, summoning salt, and pannenkoek2012 are great channels to go to as introductory looks into the speedrunning and challenge gaming communities... I get the impression they're some of the more well known names of the "explaining game mechanics" channels out there but it's definitely for a reason

and also, if you know other good channels for stuff like this do leave a suggestion in the replies... I can always go for some more good food

[stardust-seafoam]

catching up in riptide before 100 drops and this is my brain rn

[ohandcounting]

WE ARE DOWN TO 13 A PRESSES. I REPEAT: 13 A PRESSES

Removing A press 14:

Removing A presses 234-15:

[lanenadepryelbx]

my queen 😍

wearing 2001 Bob Mackie at the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Induction 2024

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Amazing photographs of Pete Townshend jumping on stage from the 1960s and 1970s  ::   [Things of the past]

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“My plan, then, in so far as the negation of all effort and purpose may be said to be a plan, is to stop evolving, to remain what I am and to become more and more only what I am - that is, to become more miraculous.”

- Henry Miller

commonplace  ::  [Thanks Whiskey River]

[via Alive On all Channels]

[kaiasky]

WAKE UP NEW SUCKERPINCH TOM7 VIDEO DROPPED

[papa-squat-89]

Cool chicken

[foreverknightalways]

Schanke says, Oh, come on, Captain. You're not taking those kids seriously, are you? I mean, this is probably the reaction Rebecca wants to get. It sells records. It's show biz. You're overreacting. Stonetree answers, 16 community church groups want to shut the concert down.

[artcalledcinema]

It’s All Daft In F Notes It’s all a draft in footnotes Hear tha bells It’s all daft in f notes Repeat again It’s all a vent in my head scape Clear my head It’s all death in sounds of f Play first It’s all a draft in footnotes Hear tha bells It’s all daft in f notes New now It’s everything and nothing in a life My heart stops Failure of blood fed oxygen Add two It’s all a vent in my head scape Clear my head It’s all death in sounds of f You need to feel it throughout music But feel it on screen death in tha cinema The sinema Rolling in that sound of f now On TV on the media Dear sinema! Stand up clap loud and cheer The itch upon me Hearing the f in you Bells The shooed away In walls me and you Deafening blinding-strapped in a wheel Dog and cats see cd’s The F’s around us all Just listen Oh hey there The toy out up Look at you D C’s Dogs & cats Policy of the stardard few Take a leak Please take a piss it’s just so damn cold out here my dear dc cd just pee oh leak fast it’s dying breath and you are the one wanting to go out side This bell rings The f notes run As like in baseball It’s slower paced For action It’s the Season Thank Mac’ For the last verse run Drink water and sing again Then? I need to piss Smoke a cigarette A drink another beer And guess what fucking what All in different Fucking rooms Ah yeah Different Fucking Rooms Well close to F above In texted picture Does screaming fall with death dying Notes If I could do it all from within one room hey I’m fucking crazy He’s daft Nah Sal, this is importance Barns the barns Intro to heads Said the Living All daft without heat I I I I - I I I I I I I I I I I I I I - I I I said through teeth, too top anyways All daft gnawing and softly scratching Unfixed bleeds against

[ervotica]

Imagine this: youre in college, and after all those boring classes you come to your job at the donaldsons that includes riding him in the couch for as long as your legs allow you.

Tashi just coming home to thats sight and just making herself a afternoon drink unbotherd.

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omg shut up???🥲

warnings; all smut not much plot, older!art, so much potential for this series aghhh

a/n; art is an ear freak i literally feel it in my balls he loves it when u suck on them ears (he did it to tashi so he likes doing it to others too <3)

the front door clicks and you wander through, in this teensy little white tennis dress that art told - no, commanded - you to wear when you came to work. the dress that shows the strain of your hard nipples through the fabric, swollen into points like diamonds, the one that slips upward and reveals the perky swells of your ass, the barely covered seam of your pussy when you trounce up to him, chirruping nonsense and smiling at him like he’s the only man in the world.

he murmurs something indiscernible - a pleased noise that reverberates at the back of his throat - and you lean over the back of the couch, sliding your manicured fingers across the expanse of his chest, chin tucked to his neck.

“hi.”

“hi, baby,” he murmurs in that low, rasping way that turns your insides molten.

fast forward no more than ten minutes, and you’re both bare, art’s thick fingers curled round your waist as he uses you as a fleshlight, lifting you up and down like a ragdoll and watching, entranced, as your cunt flares and parts for his thick cock; you sob and babble, slumped forward against his chest, nails digging into porcelain skin, teeth scraping along art’s cheekbone.

“i know, baby. i know,” he grunts, and you’ve never heard a sound like it. your cunt clenches, a soft silk wrap around his cock, and he’s turning his head to suck at the corner of your mouth, all spit and drool and tongue, so much of it that it drips from your chin, globs of it pooling between your tits.

the front door clicks and you’re both too lost in each other to care as tashi comes through the living room and enters the kitchen; art hooks one of his huge hands under the crease of your knee, lifting your leg until it’s draped over his forearm, bracing his feet against the leather of the couch as he jackrabbits up into you. you make a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream, and then tashi’s figure is crossing by you once more, drink in hand, lithe fingers nudging at your jaw to examine your expression. she bends at the waist, pinches your pert little nipple and rolls the bud between her fingertips, and smirks - fucking smirks - as your pussy clamps down on him like a vice; art lets out a stuttered breath, pulls you down onto him, and cums on the spot.

neither of you quit writhing against each other; he has at least another load in him, cock already chubbing back up encased in your spasming walls, no doubt an angry red and drooling precum. tashi settles herself on the armchair opposite you, already disinterestedly flicking through tv channels.

“want my mouth on you,” you whisper, face pressed just below his jaw, breathing hot air onto his neck.

“in a minute, baby,” he supplicates, grunting as he sheathes himself further into your tight warmth, balls heavy and swollen and slapping against your ass with every filthy rock of his hips.

tashi crosses one leg over the other, the picture of boredom, and says, “bite his ear. he loves that shit.”

you do just that, teeth rolling over his lobe as you suck the sensitive skin into your mouth.

he almost cums again, hands sliding up and over your back to still your movements so he doesn’t blow his load right there.

oh, tashi’s going to have fun with you. mould you into a perfect little toy for her husband, take some of his intense, fervent pining off of her, let you be the center of his world so she can focus on improving his game.

she might even keep you if you’re lucky.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic idea: Danny's Did you know?

Danny is a contact creator.

He started off as a kid who wanted to dump info about space or other interests, making it more "Did you Know" as his theme, but his channel really took off the first time he invited a ghost to speak about the era that came before.

No one knows Sidney Poindexter is a ghost. Ghosts usually do not appear on camera; if they do, they are always a blur or barely visible outline. That doesn't come into play when the camera happens to belong to the Ghost King, who is unaware of the title.

Due to this, the ghosts, as his guest stars, turn out to look like normal human beings. There is no glow, no see-through effect, and the only odd thing about them is how they dress.

Even Poindexter's coloring could be explained with some well-done make-up.

They think he's just someone wearing a costume and pretending to be from the 1950s, using information Danny had researched. Danny's interview with Poindexter became an instant hit among those who applauded the genuine authenticity of what the 1950s actually were like.

Not only that, but Poindexter's reactions to modern terms and objects that Danny presents are hilarious to the viewers, as he never once broke character. There is even an entire section where both grumble about the bullying issue in their shared high school.

A particular scene becomes a trending meme.

"Did you know Dr. Seuss coined the word "Nerd" in 1950? He used it in the book If I Ran the Zoo," Danny tells Poindexter.

The other teenager rolls his eyes. "Of course, I knew. It was published in my first year of High school. I was one of the first to be called nerd, you know? It would have been more impressive if it didn't take the entire football team four days to read."

"Four days!?"

"Dr. Seuss's writing style saved the American reading levels back in my day."

"So we have always been stupid, huh?"

Danny's next guest is Johnny 13, a biker from the early 1980s who spends most of his time flirting with Danny—who doesn't acknowledge the attempts—and proudly tells the viewers he may have been there, but he was too poor to know much about the 1980s.

"What were the trends in that era?" Danny asks Johnny after considering his notes.

The biker shrugs. "I think cellphones? They were too expensive for me or my block. Never saw one in real life before I died."

"Well, one trend was waterbeds. Did you know that waterbeds were invented in the 60s? They were made by a design student but weren't popular until the 80s, making them popular for the sudden rise of sex appeal." Danny says with a cheerful grin.

Johnny 13 tilts his head, considering his words. "Radical. I couldn't afford a mattress, much less a waterbed, but I bet they were fun. If you can get your hands on one, I would happily show you how fun they can be."

Danny rolls his eyes and then considers something. "If you couldn't afford a mattress, how did you get your bike then?"

"I stole it. Car theft was effortless back then after hotwiring took off." Johnny's smirk turns dark. "I stole to keep myself fed. Bad luck followed you everywhere when you started at America's rock bottom. Only crime could get you out, and even then, life was shit."

Danny reaches out and pats his shoulder. "At least you got to live through one of the best eras in our history."

"Nah, I died in 1983. I missed it, but do you know who actually got to live it? Ember. She died in 1990."

Next week, Ember strikes an alarming resemblance to the one-hit-wonder singer Ember McLain, who had nearly made it big a few years ago.

"What were the 80s like?"

"Terrible, everyone hated me in school, and AIDS was killing all my friends."

Danny pauses for a long moment, looking horror-struck, until Ember shrugs, "But Glam rock was made popular, which was kind of cool."

"Glam?"

Ember smirked at the host, holding her guitar. "Want to hear some?"

By the end of her performance, everyone was losing their mind that Danny Fenton somehow knew a big name like Ember Mclain, and her music once again started to trend. So much so she released another song called "Lost," dedicated to all her fallen friends who died in the AIDS epidemic.

It goes on and on, with each new video showcasing different times and people from those backgrounds. Tim Drake never misses an episode as a dedicated follower of Danny's Did You Know?

He also thought it was a gimmick to make the show entertaining and thought nothing of the hilarious conversations—not when the host was such adorable eye candy.

Things are normal until Tim watches Danny interview Greta Hayes, who died in the late 90s. His very dead, very much a ghost teammate who happily tells the story of her life while looking like an ordinary girl for the first time.

It's not even someone dressed up as her. She makes an apparent reference to some slang Bart uses, and a few of the team's inside jokes are sprinkled into the conversation.

Tim feels a headache coming on. After watching the episode, he grinned darkly as he picked up his phone and called Bruce.

"So we may have a problem. Either a necromancer with an insane amount of skill or something similar. We need to go to Amity Park to investigate Danny Fenton."

Bruce sighs. "Tim, I am not helping you stalk your internet crush-"

"It's not stalking. It's detective work!"

[papa-squat-89]

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