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[ohhhhmercy]

rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people (if you can) tagged by @human-trainwreck <3 Thank god this is not my main, it would take me 45 years min

Oft Gefragt - AnnenMayKantereit

Have You Ever - Brandi Carlile

Hexie Mountains - Orville Peck

High Pressure Low - Against Me!

Howl - Florence + the Machine

Movin' On - Good Charlotte

*Equips sunglasses* - Hot Mulligan

Revolution Calling - Queensrÿche

Can't Get Away - Sixto Rodriguez

You Don't Have to Say You Love Me - Dusty Springfield

It was hard trying to find a blend of genres that fit, but I tried.

Some contenders were other Good Charlotte songs, Martina McBride, and a smattering of 70s folk and 2000s punk.

tagging @sirjaybobobka, @bagelsunshinecoffee, @biblionaturalist and uhhh literally anyone else who wants to

[nysocboy]

Shea Whigham/Dusty Daniels Nude

I saw Shea Whigham in the cast list in every episode of RG Season 3, but until today I figured he played one of Peter's militia men. No, he played Dusty Daniels, the race car driver who plans to leave his $200 million estate to the church of either the Gemstones or their rivals, the Simkins, whichever shows the most sibling affection.

Turns out that Baby Billy has an in with him, since they hooked up in the 1990s. Here they are shown in the midst of a bisexual sex party. You know they're going to kiss at any moment.

Shea Whigham has over 100 acting credits on the IMDB, including a recurring role on Vice Principals opposite Danny McBride and Walton Goggins, a starring role on Boardwalk Empire, and several installments of the Fast & Furious franchise. He apparently has a gay subtext relationship with Jon Bernthal in Small Engine Repair (2021).

His bare butt is visible in Small Engine Repair (2021) and The Gateway (2021), and there's a brief frontal in Gaslit (2022).

The nude photos are on Righteous Gemstones Boyfriends, Gay Subtexts, and Queer Codes

[wasteland-muses]

@courier2lw cont. from (X)

The thanks was met with a noncommittal hum, or maybe huff would better describe the curt sound Boone let out as he shook the guys, West's hand. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate it, hell Boone could count on one hand the amount of time he had gotten a thanks for his work in general, let alone thanks from a passing stranger. He wasn't a people person, he wasn't easy to approach, and that wasn't even including the fact that he worked at night. Only fools traveled at night, and yet Boone had shot his fair share of fools since coming here.

"Boone. Craig. Whatever." Wasn't like they were friends, he didn't need friends. "No place to really buy dinner around here, you'll have to take a rain check." Wait no, that sounded like he was making future plans, Boone wasn't stupid enough to do that, especially not with some random wanderer who did things like messing with radioactive isotopes with the same ease that he fired his rifle. He couldn't afford to get attached, not again. Not after what happened with Clara...

Clara...hm, maybe...maybe this guy was exactly what Boone needed...

"Got more than enough brahmin steaks back at my place. Ain't the best cook, but I make do." More than enough was an understatement, the entire town near up to their damn eyeballs in the meat after that whole little mystery with Dusty McBride's livestock. Boone was especially buried in the stuff, it having been a 'thanks' after he finally managed to shoot the nightkin that had been killing the poor things. No need to mention he had gone out of his way to do it, the McBride's ranch not even visible from his perch in the dino. He just so happened to take his break around the same time the attacks had been happening night after night, it being dumb luck and a full moon's light that allowed him to catch the faint flicker of warped air that signaled someone was using a stealth boy, it tipping the sniper off on just where to take his shot and end the whole thing; nothing more, nothing less. Can't let them think he's nice, that he cares. Not when he was still waiting for his due, and not while he knew at least one of them had something to do with what happened to Carla...

Boone didn't speak after the invitation to his home, his expression as unreadable as ever as he watched West from behind his sunglasses. There was no reason to speak anymore, his offer had been extended, the ball in West's court. If he agreed was when the sniper would open up more, create idle chatter to try and parse out just who this guy was and if he might be able to help him with his problem. That was one good thing about strangers, they might just be the only people in this town he could trust anymore...

[perpetual-fool]

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I watched Noah Caldwell-Gervais' nine and a half hour retrospective on the entire Fallout franchise. It had some interesting points. Notably, there was the mention of the Interplay-fundamentalism that I fell for back in the day. Broadly, there was a myth being perpetuated that Fallout 1 and 2 were some kind of flawless masterpieces, and Bethesda ruined its good name with Fallout 3. And that's wrong in a couple ways. Interplay themselves ruined Fallout's middling reputation with Brotherhood of Steel. Most people wouldn't be aware of Fallout at all if not for Fallout 3's tremendous success. Lastly, Fallout 1 & 2 aren't that great.

The last point is kind of the weird one. I got sucked into this ideology without having even played the games in question. While my experience with 3 started to chafe after the novelty wore off, it was really just stories about the originals that swayed me. Like, 'you can find secret information about how the fantasy-science works, and then you can confront the big bad with it and convince him that he's wrong!' And that is cool, but most of the game is composed of not-that. I have tried playing a bit of Fallout 1, and aside from the roughness of its age, it's pretty sparse. The world isn't that detailed, characters aren't that deep, the combat and exploration don't have a whole lot to them. It's as if, the experience you're supposed to have is not what the game actually puts in front of you. What the game presents is just a suggestion, and you're supposed to imagine the rest yourself.

That's actually kind of significant. Noah's stories are compelling, and seem like they'd be accurate to a great extent. But he seems to be reading a whole lot into things. Notable there were a couple things he said he liked which I strongly disliked, which boil down to "I wasn't convinced". That could be a generational thing. Like, having one single cow in Arroyo to suggest ranching is a major food source the town was acceptable in 1994, 'cause you didn't have the processing power for an entire herd. But pulling (almost) the same thing in Novac in 2010 isn't, because I know you can do better. I mean, 'generationally', I'm about the same age as Noah. But we were a Nintendo household, so the first game world I really saw was Ocarina of Time; Lon Lon Ranch puts Dusty McBride to shame.

So hypothetically that's just a difference in expectations: I grew up with games that left little to the imagination, he grew up with games that required you to imagine everything.

I think it's more then that though. He's not just doing that with in-game lore, but with developer intent and other out-of-game stuff too. Again, I'm not saying I think he's necessarily wrong, but it's exactly the opposite of what I do. Is everyone else roleplaying irl? Bleh, but I need to avoid thinking about what others might be thinking. That's just going to erode my sanity. Though hypothetically, maybe I have a different way to think about these games? Maybe if I try playing in a different way it won't drive me crazy? But maybe I'd be just imagining a completely different game then. Like, say for New Vegas, the kind of thing that would make sense would be if certain types of weapons and ammo were available in thematically appropriate locations. Like, weapons the NCR uses are available at NCR outposts, energy weapons in places that deal with salvage, etc. Am I just going to pretend that Chet has all the cowboy weapons instead of the smattering of random bullshit that he does? Why not just imagine my own story and forego the game entirely then? Why play games at all?

Anyway. I'm trying out a strategy of being mentally absent as much as possible, so I'm gonna try not to think about it.

[newcountryradio]

New Country 27e jaargang  #T1233 (S792) (C36)van 10 juni 2024  (wk 24) uitzending op Smelne fm & Crossroads Country Radio

Album van de week:  Kameron Marlowe – Keepin’The Lights On     

Classic album: Hank Williams jr -  Five-O        1985

Hits of the Year : 1995

Maandfavoriet : Kaitlin Butts - Roadrunner

Maandartiest : Alabama    

3 in 1: Brooks & Dunn         

Alabama – 40 Hour Week  (for a livin’)    *maandartiest

Luke Bryan – Play It Again    #1  10 jaar

Megan Moroney - Never Left Me (From Twisters The Album)

Luke Combs - The Man He Sees In Me

Jackson Dean - Big Blue Sky

Ashley McBride – The Devil I Know  60

Conner Smith ft Hailey whitters – Roulette On The Heart  59

Tucker Wetmore – Wind Up Missin’ You 54

Bailey Zimmerman – Where It End    #1.

Kameron Marlowe - I Can Run   Album vd week

Kameron Marlowe - 911

Dolly Parton – Heartbreaker     Entertainer    1978

Shania Twain – Any Man Of Mine 1995

Lee Brice – More Than A Memory

Merle Haggard – Movin’ On    

Kaitlin Butts - Roadrunner. favoriet 

Gabby Barrett – God, Money  Love sofi

Hank Williams jr - I'm for Love.   classic album

Hank Williams jr -  Ain't Misbehavin'  classic album

Terri Clark – Poor Poor Pitiful Me  ft Lainey Wilson.

Bailey Zimmerman -Holy Smokes.

Brooks & Dunn – A Man This Lonely      (3 in 1)  

Brooks & Dunn – Believe

Brooks & Dunn - Cowgirls Don’t Cry

Kameron Marlowe -Strangers   Album

Morgan Wallen - Born With A Beer In My Hand  #1 album.

Zach Bryan – Pink Skies

Gringo Pistoleros - That's How I Got to Memphis

Vincent Mason - Can’t Just Be Me.

Jenny Don’t The Spurs – Jealous Heart

Stickers –   Girl In A Pickup Truck. (trucksong)

Alabama – There’s No Way      maandartiest

Willie Nelson – Dusty Bottles    juweeltje

Willie Nelson – Many A Long and Lonesome Highway   vw

Kameron Marlowe – Tennessee Don’t Mind   album

Jesse Daniel -  When Your Tomorrow's In The Past (feat. Jodi Lyford).

Hayfever – Moody River  - Dutch corner

Men of the Village  - Another Start.   Dutch corner

No Saint - Only One Cowboy

Clint Black – Summers Coming   #5 1994

John Michael Montgomery I Can Love You Like That  #4

John Michael Montgomery Sold #3

George Strait – Check Yes Or No  #2 1994

Tim McGraw – I Like It I Love It    #1 1994

Lost Dog Street Band – Last Train

Men Of the village

[thedustyrosesmusic]

Who are The Dusty Roses?

The original Line up of the Indie rock, synth driven band was led by Lead singer and rhythm player Andy Martinez. Joshua Arellano produced solid bass lines along with the perfect grooves from the time keeper on drums, Joseph Melliz. Nadia McBride, crisp on the keyboard leads, back up, and main vocals. It all begin pre pandemic when ideas begun at home. Andy met Joseph in middle school, 2005. Later meeting Josh in 2008 at the same high school in Bellflower. Nadia was later introduced in 2018 with impressive skills on the piano and synths, quickly adapting. In 2020 the first Ep was worked on and recorded at Audio Mech Productions. The Dusty Roses have played in Long Beach local venues. Such as The Pike and Claire's in Manhattan beach.

[couriernix]

Imagine you're trying to help Dusty McBride with his brahmin problem or you're walking by a caravan and suddenly you get the notification

Because the farts just took 'em out 😂

Don’t you think Brahmin farts would probs be noxious?

[mitsybubbles]

Lesbian Daisy Whitman. Lesbian old lady Gibson. He/him Lesbian Dusty McBride. Bisexual Ada Strauss. Bisexual Cliff Briscoe. Trans Ranger Andy. Gay Nobark Noonan. there is one cishet in novac and that’s jeanie may

HELL YEAH,,

(Manny’s canonically gay, and then Demisexual Biromantic Boone and Pansexual Carla? :0 )

Also I know she wears a dress in canon but like my gut says Daisy would have butch energy? Like wearing leather jackets/pilot jackets when she was younger n’ stuff? :0

Now I’m really debating redesigning that dress lmao fhsndjsd

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As much as I wanted more pages in this chapter, Tumblr only allows 30 images, so chapters will be split up a bit more.

[justdiptych]

Townsfolk of Novac, from Fallout: New Vegas - Manny Vargas, Alice & Dusty McBride, Ranger Andy, and Old Lady Gibson.

[musicforprogramming]

Cycles by Synkro

Taken from the Information EP (2022) on R&S Records

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Joe McBride AKA Synkro has built up a hugely impressive catalogue of releases over the last few years. Via albums and singles for Apollo, Exit Records and his own Synkro Music imprint, the Manchester based producer and sound architect has amassed a dazzling archive of elaborate, emotive and intellectual soundscapes drawing in influences across a spectrum of bass culture and electronica. On the ‘Information’ EP, it’s business as usual, as Synkro deploys four fresh and forward thinking tracks that slither across the genres with ease. From the frantic percussion and dubwise tones of title track ‘Information’ to the absorbing textures and crackling ambience of the beatless opener ‘Cycles’, the attention to detail and the depth of layered sonics across all four tracks afford the listener a truly mesmerising experience. The dusty and dark skank of ‘Signal’ is a real mood piece, whilst ‘Last Breath’ closes the EP drenched in sanguine sentiments.

[singeratlarge]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the Arc de Triomphe, Theda Bara, Melvin Belli, Lloyd Bochner, Clara Bow, David Bowie’s ELEPHANT MAN stage play (1980), Ken Burns, Charlie Christian, Irwin Corey, Stephen Dorff, Neil Doughty (REO Speedwagon), Sanjay Dutt, Dag Hammarskjöld, my friend guitarist Dusty Hanvey (Grass Roots), the superb singer-songwriter and guitar hero Bryn Haworth, Geddy Lee, Paavo Lötjönen, Jim Marshall “The Father of Loud,” Martina McBride, Wanyá Morris (Boyz II Men),William Powell, Rodney Allen Rippy, Patti Scialfa, Elizabeth Short, John Sykes (Thin Lizzy), Alexis de Tocqueville, Thelma Todd, Wil Wheaton, and my friend and advisor, composer-pianist Mike Garson. Chick Corea said, "Mike doesn't just play the piano. He eats it!" Mike has played with the “who’s who” of classical, jazz, and rock,, but he is best known as David Bowie’s long-time pianist. I'm grateful that Mike popped a solo in for me on my song "Night Garden" Meanwhile, HB Mike, and many more!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KanYucaQUk

#MikeGarson #DavidBowie #happybirthday #brynhaworth #dustyhanvey #grassroots #johnnyjblair #nightgarden #ericbiondo #beyondo

[the-hoarse-bard]

As I exited the motel lot, I caught sight of a strange old man in rags peeking through the lobby window. When I confronted him, I apparently snuck up on him because he seemed to immediately launch into a panic. He said something about how I’d never get him to talk, and he was waving a rusty old switchblade in my face.

I grabbed the old man by the wrist on the hand holding the knife and he froze. I told him I wasn’t with anyone, I was just curious why he was spying on the motel lobby. He seemed relieved, and put away the old knife, and said he was just real suspicious of Jeanie May and how jealously she guarded the safe under the front desk. I asked what was so odd about a business owner guarding a safe and he gave me a strange look and explained, “If a man's wearing his pants on his head or if he says his words backwards from time to time, you know it's all laid out there for you. But if he's friendly to strangers and keeps his home spick-and-span, more often than not he's done something even his own ma couldn't forgive.” I had to admit, there was something to that.

With that, he came down from peering into the window, gave me a crooked smile and introduced himself as No-Bark Noonan. I asked why they call him No-Bark and he said that it’s because people know he’s not just barking, that there’s some truth to the things he says. That’s when I noticed a deck of cards in his pocket, and asked if he played Caravan. Turns out he did, but only because he believed the cards could tell the future, and we sat down to a game on the sidewalk.

Imagine my surprise when the mad bastard dropped an initial bet of 800 caps! I had thought he was homeless, but if he’s willing to casually drop 800 on a single game of Caravan, maybe I had him wrong. We chatted a bit about the goings on around town, apparently the sniper I had met, Manny, recently had a falling out with the sniper on the night shift, fella named Boone, and no one had a clue why. Not even No-Bark.

No-Bark was a wily opponent in Caravan. Constantly messing up my caravans with a deck stuffed with jacks. I asked if there was anything particularly strange around town, and he brought up the cattle mutilations going on at the McBride Corral. No-Bark had seen who’d done it, too. A chupacabra. He’d apparently tried to tell the McBrides, but they’d said it couldn’t be. Too many holes in the cattle, and there were bullets in them. No-Bark said that’s because this chupacabra was armed. He’d run into it while lurking around late at night, it was invisible, and had a blunderbuss that would spin around and shoot bullets real fast out of a backpack. Said he’d run right into it, because it was invisible... I was doubtful of how true this story in particular was, but I’d have to check with the McBrides if they’ve been losing cows.

Soon enough, I had No-Bark beat. He cursed, but paid up his bet, and congratulated me on the win. I had heard all I wanted from No-Bark, so I left him to his spying on Jeannie May.

I checked in with the McBrides, and turns out, No-Bark HAD been trying to help them with their cattle problem. They didn’t put much stock in his chupacabra story, but he was just trying to help. They asked me if I could check it out before the whole herd was wiped out, and I was glad to oblige. They said whoever’s doing it always shoots from just outside town to the west, so I headed in that direction to see what I could find.

As soon as we stepped out of town on the west road, I heard heavy breathing. I ducked behind a nearby rock, and listened for where it was coming from. Then I heard a voice saying “Horns will help the bull. Voices say they knew that would happen.” It was coming from the other side of the rock I was hidden behind. I took a peek, and all I could see was ED-E, floating around a spot in the air, and I heard the voice again, “Haha, funny robot make blinky noises.” I squinted, and I could just make it out. A large human-ish shape, that looked like light distorted through water. I moved slowly, and grabbed Lucky from it’s holster. I took aim at the vague shape, it didn’t seem to notice me. I fanned all six shots into the shape, and it faded into visibilty, a huge, blue man. It turned around and looked at me, it’s face in a twisted grimmace. The beastly man towered over me, and just as I was sure I was done for, I heard ED-E fire a laser, and the large creature fell over, smoking, and dead.

I looked over the body, and I suddenly remembered something. What this creature was. A nightkin. They were used long ago as elite soldiers by someone calling themselves The Master, and now days they were scattered and broken. They made too frequent use of stealth boys, and have mostly developed severe schizophrenia. That must’ve been the voices this one was talking about. Poor man. Surely there was help for him somewhere out there, but I suppose now it’s too late for that. I found a minigun stashed near the rock, and a crumpled and torn journal page in his pocket. He had been killing the brahmin in belief they were the cause of the ceaseless screaming in his head. I took it as proof of what had happened for the McBrides.

Dusty was very glad that I’d saved his livestock, but expressed similar regret that we couldn’t have gotten the nightkin help, but said what’s done is done. As thanks for saving the cows, he gave me some caps, and said I’d be welcome to as much steak as I wanted. I gave him a tip of my hat, and retired to my motel room for the night.

[rockislandadultreads]

Librarians in Fiction: reading recommendations 

The Nearness of You by Dorothy Garlock

Hooper's Crossing, New York, 1952. The post-war boom seems a million miles away . . . especially for a sheltered librarian who longs for the adventure and excitement of the big city. New York City. The hustle and bustle. The people and the excitement. It's all Lily Denton dreams about. But ever since her mother died, her overprotective father won't ease up on her. So she spends her days working at the library and her nights hoping life doesn't pass her by . . . until the Fall Festival. As tourists fill the streets, the crisp autumn air sneaks in-as does the thrill of a far more dangerous kind. Some men have a gift for avoiding trouble. Professional photographer Boone Tatum isn't one of them. In fact, that penchant for trouble is exactly what landed Boone in this small town in the middle of nowhere in the first place. Yet the moment he meets beautiful Lily Denton and snaps her photograph, everything changes. Suddenly leaving is the furthest thing from Boone's mind-or his heart. But danger has slipped silently into this sleepy town, marking Lily as its own. And Lily and Boone's dream of a life together is thrown into peril-unless Lily finds the courage to stand up for herself and a man she only just met . . . and can't live without.

No Offense by Meg Cabot

A broken engagement only gave Molly Montgomery additional incentive to follow her dream job from the Colorado Rockies to the Florida Keys. Now, as Little Bridge Island Public Library’s head of children’s services, Molly hopes the messiest thing in her life will be her sticky-note covered desk. But fate—in the form of a newborn left in the restroom—has other ideas. So does the sheriff who comes to investigate the “abandonment”. The man’s arrogance is almost as distracting as his blue eyes. Almost… Recently divorced, John has been having trouble adjusting to single life as well as single parenthood. But something in Molly’s beautiful smile gives John hope that his old life on Little Bridge might suddenly hold new promise—if only they can get over their differences.

Home for Erring and Outcast Girls by Julie Kibler

An emotionally raw and resonant story of love, loss, and the enduring power of friendship, following the lives of two young women connected by a home for "fallen girls," and inspired by historical events. In turn-of-the-20th century Texas, the Berachah Home for the Redemption and Protection of Erring Girls is an unprecedented beacon of hope for young women consigned to the dangerous poverty of the streets by birth, circumstance, or personal tragedy. Built in 1903 on the dusty outskirts of Arlington, a remote dot between Dallas and Fort Worth's red-light districts, the progressive home bucks public opinion by offering faith, training, and rehabilitation to prostitutes, addicts, unwed mothers, and "ruined" girls without forcibly separating mothers from children. When Lizzie Bates and Mattie McBride meet there--one sick and abused, but desperately clinging to her young daughter, the other jilted by the beau who fathered her ailing son--they form a friendship that will see them through unbearable loss, heartbreak, difficult choices, and ultimately, diverging paths. A century later, Cate Sutton, a reclusive university librarian, uncovers the hidden histories of the two troubled women as she stumbles upon the cemetery on the home's former grounds and begins to comb through its archives in her library. Pulled by an indescribable connection, what Cate discovers about their stories leads her to confront her own heartbreaking past, and to reclaim the life she thought she'd let go forever. With great pathos and powerful emotional resonance, Home for Erring and Outcast Girls explores the dark roads that lead us to ruin, and the paths we take to return to ourselves.

The Rain Sparrow by Linda Goodnight

Famous yet anonymous, thriller writer Hayden Winters lives a life colored by lies. Deeply ashamed of his past, his hunger for an honest relationship and dreams of starting a family remain unsatisfied, and he can trust no one with his secrets. He's determined to outrun his personal demons, but the charming old Peach Orchard Inn and a woman whose presence is as gentle as a sparrow's song stops him in his tracks. Carrie Riley is afraid of everything from flying to thunderstorms, and pretty much of life itself. But meeting the enigmatic writer staying at the inn emboldens her to learn everything about him. When they discover a fragile boy hiding at the inn, Hayden is honor-bound to help Carrie protect him. Soon they're led to a centuries-old mystery that haunts Hayden's sleep, and his only safe haven is Carrie. As the secrets of the past and present force their lives to become entwined, all that's left to come to light is love—if the grim truth doesn't tear them apart first.