#dj doc

[ainkilimanjaro]

How the DJ wreck shop with the beatz then come from behind the mixer, and chop it up with the crowd? I dunno, but DJ Doc did it!! He knew he had unleashed beatz in his repertoire, and didn't warn us. Watch out for what he's bringin'!

Dj Doc rocked the crowd at the "Med Call Concert" featuring King Iso & Taebo Tha Truth in Tulsa Oklahoma last night. Nothin' but love for the energy, and excitement this gentleman brought. Watch out for what this dude is working on.

Much love.

Ain Kilimanjaro LLC

#BroughtTheBeatz #NoNeed4Headphones #BeatzStillBumpin

[discoholicmusic]

🪩 playing LISA: The Painful as Widdly 2 Diddly 🕗 8p ET: https://twitch.tv/discoholic (fair warning, this game can get disturbing)

[mediocre-squid-lyrics]

I NEVER POSTED MY TIDAL RUSH LYRICS????????????

tidal rush - dj octavio ft callie vs marie ---

I really, really thought that our bond would be true I really loved you I��m really, really caught, oh, caught up in this truth That you never knew

I’m a fool, but of course If I could soothe the wounds I impart I’d say unlike the tide, you reside Close in my heart

I never, never knew just how much I failed you That I left you behind I never, never knew just how much it hurt you I fear that I’ll find

That I’m cruel as the tide Too foolish to see what I now know I’ll try again, tell you that I love you so

I’m reaching out for you, can you hear my melody Calling out your name? I need you to know how much you mean to me Fixing my mistake

(Can’t you see I don’t need your help? You’re just a liar, liar, liar You never knew me! Just go back to wherever you came We aren’t the same.)

When you’re back and you’re home We’ll find happiness and a fresh start We’ll try again, maybe then We can restart

(Memories of a broken heart I’ve found my fire, fire, fire, fire It burns and it seethes I hate you, leave me to The life I’ve managed to claim!)

Grieving and alone, I’ll look for you No matter what it takes

(Left me in the dust Can you blame me if I feel a little hate?)

Have we begun to fade?

It hurts, but if it’s true that you’re leaving And you really want me to go…

(Just let… leave me alone! What do I think? I remember everything It’s all so much and what he told me was a lie When you’re here, the burden feels more light)

Can you hear my voice? The pull of my song The swift tidal rush Through all the noise, can you hear my message: I love you so much!

Although it’s been so long And it’s weakened our bond I will still stay Together, the pressure Of fame fades away

[thatgayoctopus]

I did the thing :)

[allthegothihopgirls]

oc lore goes crazy because what do you mean this guy started off as a failed lab baby and now he's planning an assassination attempt on an eldritch god????

[marcmarcmomarc]

Cars: el videojuego

Personajes jugables

“El Rayo” McQueen: Sergio Gutiérrez Coto

Tom Mate: César Filio

Sally Carrera: Rosalba Sotelo

Doc Hudson: Héctor Lama Yazbek

Ramón: Gabriel Pingarrón

Flo: Simone Brook

Sheriff: Francisco Colmenero

Chick Hicks: Carlos Becerril

Wingo: Ricardo Tejedo

Darrell Cartrip: Idzi Dutkiewicz

Strip “El Rey” Weathers: Jorge Lapuente

Conde Espátula: Héctor Estrada

Sólo minijuegos

Luigi: Salvador Nájar

Boost: Eduardo Giaccardi

DJ: Yamil Atala

Personajes no jugables

Guido: Raúl Aldana

Mack: Arturo Mercado

Sargento: Héctor Lee Vargas

Fillmore: Eduardo Tejedo

Lizzie: María Santander

Mia: Yadira Aedo

Tia: Romina Marroquín Payró

Estornudos: Héctor Alcaraz

Fletcher: Héctor Lee Vargas

Gerald: Gabriel Pingarrón

El Guapo: Dafnis Fernández

Papo: Rafael Sigler

Tommy Joe: José Antonio Macías

Buford: TBA

Cletus: Jorge Ornelas

Lewis: TBA

Judd: TBA

Zeke: Carlos Hernández

Vince: Mario Filio

Sonny: Germán Fabregat

Barry: Pedro Ruiz

Lenny: Salvador Reyes

Descomunal: Mark Pokora

El Lisiado: Eduardo Garza

Tractores: Steve Purcell

Aikens: TBA

Guenther: TBA

Joltsen: TBA

Lee Jr.: TBA

Suregrip: TBA

Hollister: TBA

Riley: TBA

Turner: TBA

Bashman: TBA

Buck: TBA

Zeb: TBA

Cortland: TBA

Medford: TBA

Henderson: TBA

Masterson: TBA

Banks: TBA

McCoy: TBA

Clarkson: TBA

Turistas (Minivans): César Garduza

Turistas (Sedánes de los años 70): Héctor Emmanuel Gómez

Turistas (Camionetas): Annie Rojas

Turistas (SUVs): Eder La Barrera

Turistas (Hatchbacks): Karina Altamirano

Turistas (Sedánes modernos): Luis Leonardo Suárez

Turiatas (RVs): Kevin Adrián

[edrake]

I was today years old when I learned…Eazy E/Gumby

[ainkilimanjaro]

2nd time seeing Taebo Tha Truth and Dj Doc on tour. Outstanding shows gentlemen 💪💯!!

#2024ILLdrenTour #StrangeMusic

[triptychofvoids]

Hey doc! I was wondering, do you like rhythm games? I personally do because of how similar they are to stimming (sometimes) but I know they aren't everyone's jam. (And my favorite side order pallete is DJ octavio's!! What's yours?)

-☎ anon, asking because I got hyperfixated on pjsk a bit ago.

unfortunately i cant give you my opinion on that because i dont think ive ever played a rhythm game before. youre welcome to tell me about it though!

[hourcat]

Oh, are you doing a trick or treat thing? I hope it's not too late for me to join in! Trick or Treat! ^_^

TINA!!!! trick or TREAT bestie <3 it is NEVER too late

for you...i am going to unearth my eternally-unfinished hanahaki au....dj x eli....my last ties to nfl rpf rn </3

“Hi,” Eli says, sounding exactly the same as he always does. Daniel can picture him exactly like this, perched at his kitchen counter or on his couch or back at Quest, one hand clutched at his knee. “You alright?”

Daniel wants to laugh even though nothing over the past six hours has been funny. What the fuck does Eli think he’s going to say? “You probably know the answer,” he says flatly. It’s like Eli is pouring lemon juice on his open wound, keeping him locked in this one moment of the worst night of his professional life. He loves Eli, loves him hopelessly and earnestly and against his better judgment every single day, but right now he just—he just needs Eli to leave him alone, just needs to get home and unwind and spit up some gnarly looking flowers into his toilet until the unease in his chest settles.

Eli chuckles humorlessly. “Yeah, I know.” He pauses. “Listen, I know you want to get out of there and everything—” he clears his throat, and even in this half-hearted irritation Daniel is feeling towards his mentor, the instinct to cling to whatever comes out of his mouth next is undeniable. “I just—I wanted to call and check in, and, y’know.” He clears his throat again. “Remind y’that I’ll always be here for you. You know?” He hesitates once more, although Daniel can’t fault him because, what? Any lingering frustration has dissolved in an instant. His head is practically spinning. “I’m in your corner, you can talk to me about anything. Especially—especially the football, since I’ve been around the block, but even outside of that—don’t let this eat you up, Danny.”

Danny.

The flowers inside him are thriving off of Eli’s words, how honest and gentle and kind they sound in his ear, he can tell. Daniel thought the cold of Green Bay had numbed everything inside of him but now it’s all fire inside, it’s every feeling all at once. “How am I supposed to do that?” He finally manages, voice coming out as a whisper. His throat feels scratchy with emotion—and with the greenery in him—and he knows it’s going to take a long time to recover from this, even with whatever Eli suggests to him next.

“Well, first, y’come talk to me. I’ve been there, I know exactly how y’feel—more than anyone else, I get it. And I know you, Daniel. I know how you work, how you prepare, and I know how you think. And you gotta know that this—” Daniel pictures him gesturing wildly, like he’s in front of a whiteboard drawing up plays. “—this ain’t your fault. I know you think it is, and y’re gonna keep thinking it is even though I’m tellin’ you it’s not, but it’s not.” There’s more emotion in his voice than Daniel has ever heard—passion, stress, understanding, care, kindness, all there littered in his words. “So you come talk to me, Danny, y’hear? I don’t care how often you need it, we can run it play by play ‘til I know you get it.”

Daniel doesn’t even realize he’s crying until it’s too late. “We just fell apart, E, I don’t—I just—” He can’t finish his sentence, grief seemingly closing his throat. I wasn’t good enough, how could I not have been good enough when everybody needed me most? He wants to say it. He wants to ask, and he really wants to keep listening to Eli tell him sweet (albeit untrue) things.

He wants to, but he can’t. Because it’s not grief that has him unable to breathe—it’s the Hanahaki. He coughs once, twice, to try and dislodge the blockage, but it seems like it’s bigger than it ever has been before, and it’s not—it’s not working—

“Daniel?” Eli asks, voice tinged in concern. If only he knew. “Daniel, what’s—are you alright?”

Daniel can’t answer. He keeps coughing, body desperately trying to purge the green from his body as he doubles over, but it just won’t budge. Again, again, again, back aching from the force, he coughs to clear his throat but nothing changes.

“Daniel?” Eli’s voice is fainter in his ear even though the phone hasn’t moved—or has it? The corners of his vision have begun to blur. He heave-coughs again, bending still further over to try and simplify the path for the blockage to tumble out into a mess on the wooden floor, but nothing comes up and he’s starting to get dizzy. The pain burning in his back is beginning to fade in time with the way his vision has started to lose focus. Is he still coughing? Daniel isn’t entirely sure. He’s not holding his phone anymore, either, which can’t be good, but he’s not sure where it went. Maybe he dropped it. I’ll just grab it, he thinks, and reaches out to feel for it, but the world spins and suddenly he’s on his back, staring up into the bright lights burning above him.

Like the stadium outside. Like the sun this morning. Like the light he used to hear about in church as a kid.

Daniel can’t hear anything anymore. Maybe his coughing spell has passed, he realizes hazily. It’s such an exhausting thing, to suffer from this kind of sickness—it always drains Daniel when he gets out from underneath the heavy foot of his Hanahaki. All it takes is a quick nap to right him, though—he’s so warm, it’s the perfect time to rest his eyes—

[summerof94]

[thesoundofmadness]

did they remix what is love. they already did I'm blue da ba de m. what else will they do next

[morerogue]

DJ Brown by ukimalefu

[lanternsgarage]

I'VE FOUND MY OLD CARS MERCH???????