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[arsenicpanda]

Hell, man, we were hummin'!

[idiosyncratictransmissions]

Idiosyncratic Transmissions Podcast - Episode 431

Music from Jamendo and the FuMP. Theme song from Dan at DanOSongs.com.

Frank Rawel - The Flow Of Life Julandrew - Go For It Gum - Fly Me To The Ocean Mercury and The Architects - See The World The Hedgerow Folk - Reflection The First Rule - All My Friends Suck

Check out this episode!

[seattlepalate]

STIFF Student Film Block Trailer

Trailer for the 2012 Student Film Block part of Seattle True Independent Film Festival featuring 16 local, national and international short films from filmmakers 16 to 22 years old. Music: Get Back In Line by Julandrew from the album Sings Your Favorite Songs II. Date: May 10th, 2012 7pm at the Varsity Theatre in Seattle, […] from Seattle Palette https://seattlepalate.com/films-theatres/stiff-student-film-block-trailer/

[sortalike7-eleven]

Everyone's Irish Tonight || Murphy & Jul

It had been a long day. What had started out all in good natured fun - a badly placed joke, but no harm behind it, had left Connor to have ice on his crotch on and off for the afternoon. A rousing call from their Ma, and cold fucking showers - the brothers were quite ready to kick off their sweet nation's holiday in a proper fashion.

McGinty's Irish Pub. A quaint little place, with a warm, home-like feeling to it. Currently, it was loud, and beckoning the brother's like a moth to flames. The celebration of St. Paddy's was in full swing, the music going and all the patrons laughing and drinking. Right in their element.

When they had entered, there was a small crowd recognizing them and a collective "heyyy!" was heard over the noise of the bar. Murphy threw up his hand, a wide grin on his face, as the pair of them made their way to the countertop, greeting everyone and Doc with bright grins. The old man behind the counter was already filling up their drinks, them having been so many times before there was no need for them to actually order anymore.

[consiliariio]

“Dance With Me?”

Send my muse "Dance With Me?" and my muse will teach your muse how to dance

     Milton raised an eyebrow, before shrugging lightly. He may not be a good teacher, but he still walked over to her, and offered her his hand. He wouldn’t lie, he was nervous, he wasn’t good at teaching people, or even showing his abilities on this topic. But he waited for her, small nervous smile on his lips. “I suppose— do you know any dances already?”

[ask-philip-blake-archive]

A Town Of Safety: CLOSED

Philip had just found the small town of Woodbury and the place when he found it had looked not very damaged by the apocalypse. He and his small group of people with him built a wall around the town to protect it and cleaned the place up making it look very close to how things used to be.

But he knew what was a town without residents. In that case he had decided to scout the area to look for people to bring back to Woodbury.

Today he and Martinez took the truck to the forest and found an abandoned cabin in the woods. Philip approached the door and knocked and when he got no response he kicked the door open pulling out his gun and pointing his flashlight in the dark building.

[discardtheoldregimes-blog]

(xD I want to do another) 4

4. my character angry with yours over something

"Are you kidding me?” Bentley was reeling, out of breath, and so completely done with the day. He had spent the better part of it looking for Jul. She had apparently wandered off on her own, leaving no note, no indication of what direction she had gone, or if she had even planned on coming back. Bentley understood if she wanted to move on - he got it - but making some kind of parting note wouldn’t have been that hard.

So he had been worried, and angry at the same time. What if something had happened to her?

He had found her though, and she gave him a little smile when he had, like nothing had been wrong. In fact her expression had simply proven to him that she had thought that there was no reason for him to be as riled up as he was. “You can’t just leave like that!” Bentley told her, his voice lifting a little, “Next time at least just tell me. It’s too dangerous to not know, anymore.”

[discardtheoldregimes-blog]

don't read below the cut meme: 3

3. a gentle kiss from my character

It was easy to get caught up in the moment of simply trying to escape, and not notice small things about the area that could’ve been potentially dangerous. That was exactly what had happened, when Bentley and Jul were running from a small pack of the dead. A deep rut hadn’t been visible to the pair of them, until it was too late, Jul’s foot stepping down just the wrong way and her ankle twisting. A small cry had indicated to Ben, his fallen companion. Quickly helping her back up, checking just beyond her, he knew that there wasn’t much time for them to keep moving. Especially not now.

"Stay there." He told her, helping her to lean against the nearest tree, her weight off her ankle. With his hatchet in hand, Bentley went running towards the horde of walkers, Jul’s protests sounding behind him. This was their only option, if they wanted any moment of safety at all. It was difficult, and there were a few close moments, but ultimately, Bentley was victorious in taking down the walkers. Catching his breath, chest still burning from the adrenaline as he made his way back to Jul, she limped towards him - having obviously worried for his safety. It was an old habit, he’d been a hugger, so he had done just that, to reassure her that he was alright. A soft kiss placed on the top of her head, "Let’s get that ankle wrapped." He told her, pulling back and flashing her a smile before reaching into his pack for supplies.