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inktho · 1 year
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Leo/need 🌠
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sualne · 1 year
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JOY BOY HAS ARRIVED.
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soupdreamer · 5 months
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rashawn and ross the duo you are
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mx-heartacoustic · 3 months
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homoeroticgrappling · 6 months
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GCWrestling sold out tonight in Rochester. Watch MDKHAUSEN Vs VIF on FiteTV app.
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teddybearsims · 7 months
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i'm the fury in your head i'm the ghost in the back of your head x
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riality-check · 2 years
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Steve feels something hit his legs and clatter to the floor. He doesn't look at whatever hit him; he looks at Eddie, across the room.
"Did you just throw something at me?"
"No," Eddie lies, arm still extended.
Steve rolls his eyes at him, then looks down at the floor, where two drum sticks are laying at his feet. "What-"
"Outside," Eddie says, and he doesn't even wait for Steve to get up before he starts running for the door.
Steve sighs, but he picks up the sticks and follows, admittedly at a slower pace.
Outside is cold as shit. The wind blows Steve a little sideways, but Eddie doesn't seem bothered. He stands, arms out, showing off the open back doors of his van.
The entire back seat is occupied by a drum kit. It's cramped as hell, but Steve thinks there's a little stool wedged in there and just enough room for a person.
"Eddie, what-"
"Tell me if i'm going too far," Eddie says, "but you mentioned wanting to pick up something new, and I figured this might be okay."
Steve doesn't know how to say thank you to that, so he says, "Gareth is gonna kill you."
"Nah," Eddie says with a smile. "I’ve borrowed the set before. He knows where it is."
"I don't know how to play drums."
"Neither do I," Eddie says. "Let's figure it out."
He bows dramatically, prompting Steve to enter the van. He does so with a light shove on Eddie's shoulder.
He almost bangs his head on the roof, but eventually he gets situated in the midst of all the drums.
He's not sure where to start. He ignores his hands shaking.
Because that’s a thing they do now. They shake all the time, anywhere from a little rattle to a tremor so bad he can’t hold anything.
Steve hates it. He balls his hands into fits and takes a deep breath.
"Now, I've never actually played," Eddie says, sitting on the edge of the van floor, facing Steve. "But I’ve watched Gareth enough. Start with the bass drum, the one by your foot."
Steve tentatively steps on the pedal. It makes a soft thud. He does it again and again, starting up a steady beat.
"Good," Eddie says, and his enthusiasm for something so simple is so contagious, Steve can't help but smile. "If you want to use your other foot, you can step on the high hat. It should be to your left.”
Steve keeps his right foot going on the bass and his left starts a dun dun-dun, dun dun-dun on the high hat. He looks at eddie, who's got his eyes closed and is humming something.
Eddie cracks his eyes open. "Sorry, force of habit. Just thinking about a guitar part for this."
Steve laughs. Of course he is.
"You can do whatever with the sticks," Eddie says. "Just do what sounds right. You’re not gonna break the drums, not if you don't try to."
Steve takes a breath and tries.
It's hard, trying to keep everything going at once. He steps off the high hat and focuses on keeping the bass drum going in time with his sticks.
Eddie calls out rhythms for him to try, and Steve does his best to parrot them. His hands are still shaking, but the stutter they make on the drums sounds cool.
It sounds unique. It sounds good.
He definitely isn't holding the sticks right. It doesn't matter.
When he feels brave, he tries out a solo. He just goes, not caring about the rhythms at all, just doing what feels good. It’s loud and he can't think, he just goes and goes and goes until his head is just sticks and cymbals.
When he's done, he's panting for breath, and Eddie is smiling at him like he hung the moon and stars.
"I think you need your own set, Stevie," he says.
Steve thinks so, too.
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kindahoping4forever · 6 months
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Ashton performing with Eternity Speedway @ Desert 5 Spot LA - 11 April 2024
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guardian-angle22 · 1 year
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yahabadabado · 6 months
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Kyōtani Headcanons because they've been plaguing my mind:
-Says things like "ya" instead of "you", "gonna" instead of "going to" and "S'fine" instead of "It's fine" etc
-Learned how to do his eyeliner from his older sister when she noticed him watching her
-Is a total daddy's boy. Has been since he was a baby.
-Was going to just bleach his whole head but then decided to keep the stripes because he liked his dark hair
-Sometimes wears mascara when going out ( Wouldn't admit it to anyone though)
-Swears like a SAILOR
-Blushes with his WHOLE body. When slightly embarrassed it's just his ears and neck.
-Talks in the baby voice to his dog. Would NEVER live someone finding that out down.
-Is an amazing cook. Just generally very helpful around the house.
-His sense of humour is just insults and immense sarcasm.
-Is constantly yawning/stretching even when he's not tired.
-His handwriting is total shit. Like chicken scratch. Impossible to read.
-His best classes are Math, Science and English. Worst class is Japanese Lit. Absolutely HATES it.
-His dog is a Shiba Inu named Cocoa. She's the biggest sweetheart ever.
-Has a MENACE of an orange cat named Daidai. Hates him but would feel bad getting rid of him. (Not actually)
That's all for now 😋
Bonus little Kyōtani sheet:
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edge-oftheworld · 4 months
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please tell me ashton isn’t gonna release a bunch of sad songs and try convince us they’re happy too
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msue0027 · 6 months
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Martha Jones - Jesus Christ parallels (never thought i'd write a sentence like this)
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there's the other one who has sent me
For I did not speak on my own, but the Father who sent me commanded me to say all that I have spoken. I know that his command leads to eternal life. So whatever I say is just what the Father has told me to say. (John 12:49-50)
Very truly I tell you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be judged but has crossed over from death to life. (John 5:24)
I judge only as I hear, and my judgment is just, for I seek not to please myself but him who sent me. (John 5:30b)
I have much to say in judgment of you. But he who sent me is trustworthy, and what I have heard from him I tell the world. They did not understand that he was telling them about his Father. So Jesus said, “When you have lifted up the Son of Man, then you will know that I am he and that I do nothing on my own but speak just what the Father has taught me. The one who sent me is with me; he has not left me alone, for I always do what pleases him. (John 8:26-29)
[...] for I have come here from God. I have not come on my own; God sent me. (John 8:42b)
etc., and so on...
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stormvanari · 4 months
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Laverne Strych, Marigold Gang’s drug dealer who grows marigold flowers for her colleagues and infodumps about gardens, drums (music instrument), anatomical knowledge, knives, poisons, cleaning up traces of their kills and—
wait.
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shinypetrichor · 2 days
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lots-o-doodles · 2 years
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Stampede Vash’s arm fills the void in my heart left by his strappy stupidly detailed coat  ✨ I’m hoping to make this into a Riso print in neon coral, aqua, and yellow. So keep an eye out, the beautiful greens of Vash’s arm was just begging for some Riso printing.
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arcticaquantum · 4 months
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hii ive been advised to post this on main: i play instrumence..... comments appreciated :3
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