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[heahven-2023]

oct 19, 2023

this is it. grandpa kang was buried underneath and we’re all hurting. we all know he’s in a better poace now so we’re also happy for him. the burial is beautiful as well, right next to jesus christ who is blessing everyone. after the funeral we all went out for lunch. the fam and i left last then slept for about 2 hours lol. then we got invited for dinner at my aunts, we had italian. grandpa kang would have been so happy, and i know he’s smiling from above ❤️

[mostbelovedaewwrestlertournament]

Oh you all like data, do you?

Well here, the 100 wrestlers with the highest votes across my main 3 tournaments (Plus a few extra cause ties) as voted by 123,607 votes from tumblr users just like you

Willow Nightingale - 1870 (AEW)

Eddie Kingston - 1617 (AEW)

Danhausen - 1358 (AEW)

Orange Cassidy - 1244 (AEW)

Chuck Taylor - 1017 (AEW)

Athena - 796 (AEW)

Hikaru Shida - 755 (AEW)

Rhea Ripley - 742 (WWE)

Samoa Joe - 731 (AEW)

Sami Zayn - 720 (WWE)

Bryan Danielson - 711 (AEW)

Kenny Omega - 660 (NJPW)

Jamie Hayter - 653 (AEW)

Nyla Rose - 592 (AEW)

Kris Statlander - 586 (AEW)

Riho - 560 (AEW)

Hook - 552 (AEW)

MJF - 549 (AEW)

Jon Moxley - 535 (AEW)

Anthony Bowens - 529 (AEW)

Emi Sakura - 528 (AEW)

Mr Brodie Lee - 501 (AEW)

Adam Cole & Stokely Hathaway - 490 (AEW)

Hiroshi Tanahashi - 467 (NJPW)

Wheeler Yuta - 459 (AEW)

Jay White - 450 (AEW)

Samoa Joe - 446 (WWE)

Zack Sabre Jr - 441 (NJPW)

Christian Cage - 437 (AEW)

Dean Ambrose, Naomi & Penta El Zero Miedo - 432 (WWE, WWE & AEW)

Bray Wyatt - 427 (WWE)

Shawn Michaels - 421 (WWE)

Eddie Guerrero - 420 (WWE)

Malakai Black - 414 (AEW)

Chuck Taylor - 408 (NJPW)

Jade Cargill - 406 (AEW)

Dalton Castle - 402 (AEW)

El Desperado - 401 (NJPW)

Mick Foley - 392 (WWE)

Asuka - 389 (WWE)

Maki Itoh - 384 (AEW)

Nick Jackson - 383 (AEW)

Jay White - 380 (NJPW)

Anna Jay - 376 (AEW)

Becky Lynch - 370 (WWE)

Billy Gunn - 365 (AEW)

Billy Gunn - 356 (WWE) this is the funniest thing in the world to me

Mustafa Ali & R Truth - 354 (WWE)

Kevin Owens - 348 (WWE)

Minoru Suzuki - 344 (NJPW)

The Undertaker - 342 (WWE)

Cody Rhodes - 341 (WWE)

Seth Rollins - 339 (WWE)

Juice Robinson - 338 (AEW)

Mercedes Martinez - 337 (AEW)

Damian Priest - 335 (WWE)

Toni Storm - 333 (AEW)

Xavier Woods - 329 (WWE)

Evil Uno & Sonny Kiss - 328 (AEW)

Katsuyori Shibata - 325 (NJPW)

CM Punk - 322 (AEW)

Willow Nightingale - 319 (NJPW)

Sting - 312 (WWE)

Iyo Sky - 310 (WWE)

Max Caster - 307 (AEW)

Hiromu Takahashi & Kofi Kingston- 306 (NJPW & WWE)

Bret Hart & Swerve Strickland - 305 (WWE & AEW)

Kazuchika Okada - 304 (NJPW)

The Bunny - 300 (AEW)

Brody King - 297 (AEW)

Mark Davis - 291 (AEW)

Owen Hart & Penelope Ford - 290 (WWE & AEW)

El Phantasmo - 288 (NJPW)

Wheeler Yuta - 287 (NJPW)

Hirooki Goto, Drew McIntyre & Roderick Strong- 285 (NJPW, WWE & AEW)

Ricky Starks - 279 (AEW)

Sting & Ruby Soho- 278 (AEW)

AJ Lee - 277 (WWE)

Bianca Belair - 275 (WWE)

Randy Orton & Kiera Hogan - 273 (WWE & AEW)

Sheamus - 269 (WWE)

Tomohiro Ishii - 265 (NJPW)

Owen Hart & Rey Mysterio - 264 (NJPW & WWE)

Luchasaurus - 263 (AEW)

Shota Umino - 262 (NJPW)

Matt Jackson - 261 (AEW)

Cesaro - 255 (WWE)

Scott Hall & Serpentico - 252 (WWE & AEW)

KENTA & Dusty Rhodes - 251 (NJPW & WWE)

Goldust & William Regal - 250 (WWE) father & son separated by 1 vote

Ember Moon - 249 (WWE)

Will Ospreay & Jey Uso - 248 (NJPW & WWE)

Shinsuke Nakamura - 247 (WWE)

Sasha Banks - 246 (WWE)

Chyna & The Butcher - 245 (WWE & AEW)

Hangman Page & Eddie Kingston - 243 (NJPW)

Clark Connors & Thunder Rosa - 240 (NJPW & AEW)

Satoshi Kojima, AJ Styles & Yuka Sakazaki - 239 (NJPW, WWE & AEW)

Kyle Fletcher - 237 (AEW)

Dolph Ziggler - 234 (WWE)

[pikahlua]

[MASTERPOST] My Hero Academia Spoilers/Manga Translations Part 2

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[mywifeleftme]

291: Marty Robbins // Devil Woman

Devil Woman Marty Robbins 1962, Columbia

“Much talent is transient—time, our sternest critic, often decrees that today’s rage may be forgotten tomorrow. But the songs of Marty Robbins are certain to be played and sung as long as mankind cherishes music.” So ends Bob Tubert’s liner note for Marty Robbins’ 1962 LP Devil Woman, the third highest-charting album on the pop charts (#35) of the singer’s career, and home to one of his signature tunes in the million-selling title track (a country #1, pop #16). Here in 2024, the record isn’t on Spotify; isn’t reviewed on AllMusic.com; has zero reviews on RateYourMusic.com; lacks a Wikipedia page; has been reissued as a standalone album on CD exactly once that I’m aware of (in 2016) and hasn’t been repressed on vinyl since the late ‘70s.

This guy was the most popular country crossover artist in America for a few years there, a vocalist and songwriter with few peers in his genre! But such is the fate of a country icon, an endless stream of compilations but little to no consideration of their albums as albums. This is especially true of the ‘60s and ‘70s period, when country labels hosed the shelves with product like Stone Cold Steve Austin giving the Corporation a beer bath (Robbins had four LPs in 1961-62 alone), but it’s also a holdover of a critical apparatus that would happily give a sober appraisal of the least effort by the fucking New Riders of the Purple Sage while glossing over nearly the entire career of a George Jones or a Don Gibson.

Anyway, now that I’ve thoroughly beat my breast over something I was barely mad about before five minutes ago, I’ll just note that Devil Woman is as sturdy a record as anything on the shelves in the era. Released just three years after his towering Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs (one of the ten best albums of the 1950s), co-produced by Gunfighter’s Don Law and returning most of the same band, this one’s a sure shot for a classic country fan. Devil Woman steers well clear of the hysterically tragic cowboy melodrama of Robbins’ masterpiece, with only the Spanish-inflected title track and closer “The Wine Flowed Freely” really setting any big narrative stakes, but it’s nice not hearing Marty die at the end of every song. Marty had the voice of an angel, and even his bounciest music has a feathery touch: “Progressive Love” could’ve been a Gene Austin number; “I’m Beginning to Forget” trades his trusty acoustic for a ukelele; “In the Ashes of an Old Love Affair” is like standing outside a lightly fogged diner window watching a man wait for a woman who’s not gonna show. To be honest, the title track isn’t among my favourites (the adultering protagonist needs to grow up and take some responsibility for himself), but I’d walk the floor all night for “Ain’t Life a Crying Shame,” a slinky honky tonk tune that gets right under my skin.

Devil Woman isn’t a life-changer, but it’s an album I could leave on my turntable for a week while I work without it ever grating. That’s a kind of craftsmanship that merits genuine consideration from any music lover.

291/365

[ayearinphotographs]

Page 291 of 365

[heahven-2022]

telling myself it’s ok that i didntwork on my edTPA. i was frustrated, i was tired, i was sad… i did not want to work on it today. tomorrow is another day. it’ll be better tomorrow. all good things monica. manifest all good things. positivity. 🌈✨

[heahven-2021]

oct 18, 2021

my monday wasn’t too bad. just a lot of studying after work, but i made it through. the weather finally got chilly. i’m thriving for it,, sweater weather is finally here (‘; it’s gonna be a good week

[heahven-2020]

october 17, 2020

i basically spent the day doing my homework after running errands such as: getting my annual checkup and going to grandma’s after to pick her up for grocery shopping. it really felt like a long ass morning..lol. grandma even spent the day making kimchi.

[heahven-2019]

october 19, 2019

i spent the majority of my day studying,, i wasn’t happy with my attitude today though.. i’m blaming my menstrual cycle for my really bad anger. oof. and my face isn’t doing so well either—i’m definitely starting soon

[zee2tha]

18.10.18

My bed stared longingly at me and I stared longingly back.

It had been an all too long day and I wanted nothing more than to fall into it. Wrap myself up in its warm confines and fall into a deep and well deserved sleep.

But I couldn’t. There was so much to do. So much to prepare for.

My best friend was getting married in a matter of hours and there was still a million and one things we needed to…

[trion-revolutionary]

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[carrionkid]

here it is, the transcribed highlight reel of novel bullseye moments… this post is going under a cut because it’s gonna be like. long :(

“The magic of kevlar!” Bullseye crowed. “It’s a shame you’re not wearing any, Dario. But let’s make it fair. If you can put a bullet through one of my eyes, I’ll die for sure. Go ahead, take a shot.” Pennetta didn’t move. “Bullseye, listen, I’ll give you the disc. I’ll give you whatever you want. Just please don’t kill me,” he begged. “I’ll pay you twice what you’re getting for this job. Three times!” “God!” Bullseye said, waiving away Pennetta’s words. “That doesn’t even work in the movies.” (page 15)

The man was getting far too much pleasure from his allusions and political metaphors, and in the meantime, was confusing the hell out of Bullseye. (page 19)

He stood, staring at Miller, tossing the sai into the air and catching it by the blade, over and over again. It was calming for him, and likely near hypnotic for Miller, who waited to find out whether he was going to die. (page 19)

Bullseye’s mind was racing, several different voices having their say inside his skull, and he needed to shake some of them out so he could hear himself think. He needed to slow down. Ignoring Miller, he uncovered the gnocchi, which was thankfully still hot, and sat down on the edge of the bed as he lifted a forkful to his mouth. (page 20)

“Take it?” Bullseye shouted, leaping to his feet and holding an arm in the air like a politican preparing to lie. “Of couse I’ll take it!” Miller began to give him the details of the job and his first assignment, a sanction in Cairo. But though he looked Klaus Miller directly in the eye, though he tried to pay close attention, he could hear only every other word. Bullseye was going home. (page 21)

“This is gonna be fun,” he whispered to himself. In fact, the only thing that Bullseye was not happy about was that he was not wearing his costume. (page 93)

The man tried to pitch his wares in English, unaware that Bullseye spoke Arabic… a fact that Bullseye himself had been unaware of, or forgotten, until the previous day. (page 94)

Then another man emerged from the passenger side of the sedan, and Wiezak stopped thinking about the cops. If he hadn’t seen pictures, he would never have believed that this blond, average-looking citizen was one of the world’s deadliest assassins. He just looked too normal. At least, until you saw his eyes. They ruined the whole picture. Bullseye had crazy eyes. (page 104)

“You’re awfully quiet, Mr. Poindexter,” Wiezak said. “Something wrong?” “Other than the glass all over my lap, not a thing,” Bullseye said with a smile. “And my name isn’t Poindexter.” “Oh? Well, what shall I call you then?” Wiezak said condescendingly. “You know what to call me,” he answered with a sneer. (page 105)

Bullseye pushed through the door of the pub, a waitress screamed and dropped a tray of drinks. The bartender’s face blanched, and he started to reach under the bar, obviously going for some kind of weapon. “Not if you want to live,” Bullseye snarled, rain dripping from the tip of his nose. The two goons guarding Mallory were so surprised to see him, they were paralyzed for a moment. “Well,” he said, imitating Clint Eastwood, “You boys going to stand there and whistle Dixie, or are you gonna pull them pistols?” (page 217)

He walked out laughing, his back to the room in an insulting display of diffidence. Bullseye wanted to get back to Manhattan quickly; there was a lot more killing to be done today. Back on the street, he sang softly in the rain, a tune from a Broadway show he couldn’t recall. (page 219)

Diemer stepped carefully toward Bullseye’s still form, pistol aimed directly at his head. She nudged the body with her toe. Once, twice, again. Without turning, she said to Bryce, “I don’t see any…” “Blood?” Bullseye asked with a laugh, even as he arched his back and kicked her weapon away, grabbing her and holding her as a shield in front of him. It was an impossible move, and Bryce never got a clear shot. He couldn’t risk shooting Diemer, but he ought to have known the killer wouldn’t be taken down so easily. “Kevlar is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?” Bullseye said with a smile. (page 237)

“You’re lucky I’m feeling particularly lucid today, buckaroo,” he hissed. “Otherwise I might not have remembered to leave someone alive. See, somebody’s got to tell the press that I was responsible for this so Daredevil will know and come after me. That someone just happens to be you. But don’t worry, it doesn’t mean I won’t come back and kill you later.” Bullseye hauled back his right arm and slapped Bryce hard across the face. “That’s for shooting at me,” he said in a huff. (page 239)

It was just after nine o’clock. Bullseye sat on the roof of an old apartment building across from the one in which Karen Page had shacked up with her old flame, blind boy Matt Murdock. Bullseye snorted and hung his legs over the edge of the building. He was really enjoying himself tonight. Normally, on a job of this nature he was much more erious, more circumspect. Even now, knowing that Daredevil had a special interest in Murdock and Page and might come by, Bullseye was not nearly as alert as he would usually have been. (page 290)

The night was breezy and cool. He was warm enough in his costume, but the chill felt nice on his face. Every breath was exhilarating… On top of Page and Murdock’s building sat a water tower. More than likely, it was no longer in use, but the simple fact of its presence was a comfort to Bullseye. Whatever you want to do, sir, go on ahead, it seemed to say. I’ll still be here in the morning. Not as if he needed its permission. (page 291)

Then her arm flashed out, the pair of shuriken he’d hit her with buzzing towards him. He jerked his body to one side even as the stars whispered past his head, one thunking into the cement and the other just glancing off his cheek, dragging a thin slice through his skin. Astounded, Bullseye missed the next stair, and fell. (page 301)

Bullseye had seemed impatient throughout the night, with time itself, and with Wiezak’s power trip. Karen had come to realize that the crimelord was nearly as unstable as the assassin he’d hired. Bullseye stood at the sliding glass doors that led out onto the penthouse patio, barely paying attention, never speaking to her. He was waiting, she knew. Waiting for him. (page 355)

From time to time, she would hear murmuring and look over to see that it was Bullseye. He was apparently singing, or humming to himself, nonchalantly whiling away the time until his greatest enemy, the man he so desperately wanted to kill, would arrive. And Bullseye said Daredevil would come. Wiezak appeared uncertain and unconcerned. (page 356)

“Put that away,” he’d said sternly. “What?” Wiezak said, taken aback. “What the hell are you…?” “I said put it away,” the assassin had insisted. “She’s bait, you idiot. When Daredevil is dead, you can kill her. Not before.” “You work for me!” Wiezak had declared. “You can’t pay me if you’re dead. Put it away for both of us.” Wiezak had looked as if he were about to argue, and then Bullseye slapped him. Gary Wiezak’s head rocked back, his eyes wide with shock even as he went for the gun at his back. Bullseye held the sharp point of a sai to his chest and said, “Don’t even think about it.” (page 357)

“Deal with Bullseye?” the assassin was saying, “You can barely stand, how are you going to deal with me?” (page 361)

The hero’s head was ringing from several blows he’d been unable to avoid, but he’d had better luck with his enemy’s sai. Bullseye had tried half a dozen times already to feint in one direction and stab in the other and each time he’d received a kick in the gut or head or a tumble to the ground for his troubles. (page 365)

Daredevil backed up to the hot tub, and Bullseye must have imagined he saw an opening for he thrust then, left hand up to parry and right hand slashing a sai towards Daredevil’s heart. Daredevil sidestepped, the sai sliced through his costume and the skin of his side, just above where the glass had punctured him earlier. The hero reached out and laid hands on Bullseye, forcing him to continue his momentum straight into the side of the hot tub. “You’re trying to make a fool of me!” Bullseye screamed. “You’ve done it before, but no more! You hear me! It’s time for you to die!” (page 366)

All the air left Bullseye in a huff, but he twisted from Daredevil’s grasp and stumbled away. He pulled his remaining sai from behind his back and hurled it at Daredevil’s face. No tricks, just a straight-forward, panicked throw with deadly perfect aim and a speed a normal man would not have been able to notice, much less avoid. (page 367)

He heard a click, and his radar scoped ahead to find that Bullseye had unsnapped his holster and was pulling his gun.  Daredevil got angry. “What’s wrong, killer?” he asked, venomous sarcasm in each word. “Can’t win a fight man-to-man, can’t even win with hand held projectiles? You’ve got to have a gun, eh? I always knew you were a loser!” “Loser!” Bullseye shrieked, pulling the gun and beginning to take aim. “Loser?” (page 368) 

The patio, on the other hand, was empty.  Twenty-three stories up, Bullseye had somehow escaped. Daredevil was not surprised. (page 375)

Matt pressed the play button, and heard the tape rewinding. “Hey Murdock,” the voice began, and he knew it instantly as Bullseye’s. “Just wanted you and your ladyfriend to know that it’s not over. You can pass that on to your horn-headed buddy as well. This time was just target practice. So keep looking over your shoulder. I’ll be back.” (page 381)

[heahven-2018]

october 19, 2018

i swear.. taking care of babies takes all the energy out of you. 😴 props to all the parents out there, i give yall all the credit bc yall have to do this 24/7 while i only have to look after your baby for two days for 3 hrs lol

[messylittlebattleground]

2017: Page two hundred and ninety one of three hundred and sixty five

Watched episode two of Once Upon a Time season seven

Drove to work

Work; Attended the staff team training day

Drove home from work

Played FIFA 18 Ultimate Team

Ordered an Indian takeaway; Chicken tikka pasanda, pilau rice and naan bread

Watched a live stream of the Chelsea vs AS Roma Champions League match and Coronation Street

[pearbody-squareheads]

28/10/22 (365 words)

90.585 words, 291 pages

The morning was ending fine, until Black Nails found the freshly "posted" circular letter about the course for the Poli in the school website. We were in the underground at the time, already huddled in a circle, him, 80's and I and Mads before she got off. He read it from top to bottom, stopping to comment and explain and we commented too, and we discussed about it. 8 afternoon lessons either at school or online, plus 2 in the university itself. Test is at the end of February. And it took me short, during the talk, to get the anxiety and distress. They seem so self confident and sure, and I'm there with my 5 years of "math dumbness" believing I can get inside like them. Ohoy there came the imposter syndrome, which followed me during the road home and it took a call from my best friend to calm me down. What am I doing? What am I doing? Betting on such a thing like this with a story like mine? Believing I can succeed? What am I doing? Nothing is going to stop me from doing this course because I WANT it, but jeez... if I'll spend these lessons staring blankly at the blackboard while people around me are solving dumb shit I can't comprehend, then I'll get really sick. Feels like a fish trying to breath air to stay with the frogs. And aight, periophthalmuses do exist, but how many chances that I can become one? Or making the poorest figure of my life in front of myself and the people whose opinion I worry about the most? But I care so much about this thing. It's my future. I don't wanna do some plain degree for a plain job that can sustain my writing, I want something that I want to do, while writing. I care so much and I have so little chances.

Until September, I thought I would have gone to languages or literature because I good in English and appreciate Shakespeare. My aunt thought I had already started learning Croatian. I believed I would have become a simultaneous translator or something like that, since English is easy for me. Now I want to become an engineer. Because I'm tired of things that are easy for me. I don't want easy. I want smart.

[kumartrivia]

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