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[billyjoelmutt]

United Universes Tour 2024! Born to Rise!

All of a sudden...the holosuite switched as United Federation of Harmony started to wave and on then on the screens it said.

These past years the United Federation of harmony has been tested by enemies that meant to take away all that it represented.... but our soldiers the Clone Bandicoots!! Have shown that freedom is something worth fighting for and have pushed to victory even when things seemed grim! But of course there are those who went into the darkness and did not return...we honor those who have fallen in the price of freedom and harmony...

Grogar Wars- 100,000 million..

Emperor Palpatine attack- 50,000 million....

The Galactic War- 300,000 million....

We thankyou for your service...this is for all those clones!

It then went to battles of Clones fighting!!!

We were born to rise We were born to rise!!!

So what you know about sacrifice when the lights go out? The price to pay when you're digging down The skin of your teeth and the pain in your back What you know about hope? What you know about that?

Write it off as criminal, a place to cast a stone On and on, we carry on when one is not enough

We are the ones who were born to rise We are the ones with the fire inside I go to war with the brothers I trust And there ain't no stopping us, there ain't no stopping us

We are the ones who will bring the rain We are the ones who will break the chain I go to war with the brothers I trust And there ain't no stopping us, there ain't no stopping us!!

What you know about standing up when the odds get stacked? Time stands still, ain't no turnin' back When everything you're worth is under attack What you know about heart? What you know about that?

Write it off as criminal, a place to cast a stone On and on, we carry on when one is not enough

We are the ones who were born to rise We are the ones with the fire inside I go to war with the brothers I trust And there ain't no stopping us, there ain't no stopping us

We are the ones who will bring the rain We are the ones who will break the chain I go to war with the brothers I trust And there ain't no stopping us, there ain't no stopping us

We were born to rise Ain't no stopping us, no stopping us We were born to rise Ain't no stopping us, no stopping us!

We are the ones who were born to rise We are the ones with the fire inside I go to war with the brothers I trust And there ain't no stopping us, there ain't no stopping us!!

We are the ones who will bring the rain We are the ones who will break the chain I go to war with the brothers I trust And there ain't no stopping us, there ain't no stopping us!

Everyone was in awe of this!! Saluting the troops all the way!!

@thelittlemermaidfan1989

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(Credits the Redlight King, Star Wars image makers and all video makers!)

[thecrystalcrux]

Best Songs Ever 851-860

The countdown continues. Here’s the next ten songs on the list. Extreme#860 – Play With Me – (1989) – 1/1 Rancid#859 – As Wicked – (1995) – 10/10 Redlight King#858 – Dark Side Of The Moon – (2013) – 1/1 My Chemical Romance#857 – To The End – (2004) – 8/11#879 – I’m Not Okay – 9/11#902 – Dead! – 10/11#940 – Cemetary Drive – 11/11 The Real McKenzies#856 – Droppin’ Like Flies – (2003) –…

[metalshockfinland]

REDLIGHT KING + JEREMY EDGE Release New Collaborative Single 'Devil's Best Friend'

“Devil’s Best Friend “ is a collaboration between Redlight King’s Mark (Kaz) Kasprsyk and Jeremy Edge. It makes a stylistic departure for them both as a groovy fuzz laden, delta blues inspired stomp. “The song is really about being drawn to someone who’s not good for you and instead of removing yourself from a toxic situation you only dig yourself deeper in. As for the down and dirty blues rock…

[2013venjix]

Here’s “City Life (Manhattan Video Mix)" by Redlight King!

[rockzone]

Redlight King - In Our Blood

Release Date: 3 Mar 2023

One of Ontario’s most successful musical exports, Mark "Kaz" Kasprzyk, is no stranger to comebacks. With over two decades spent slugging it out in trenches, refining, reinventing and meticulously-tuning his craft, the Los Angeles transplant has released a new album called "In Our Blood" through his riff-powered alter ego, Redlight King.

Beyond his enduring commitment to sport, in his late-teens, Kaz channeled his energies into his first band, a scrappy rap outfit called The Raccoons. While the Raccoons failed to survive, the band served as a launchpad for his career and songwriting. Synthesizing his adrenalized hip hop stylings with traditional hard rock, he formed Kazzer in the late-nineties, backed by a core of versatile musicians from Hamilton’s burgeoning local scene.

He released a highly-acclaimed debut (Go For Broke) and scored a nomination at Canada’s 2004 Juno Awards for New Artist of the Year.

With a steadily-growing appetite for giving voice to his modern rock inspirations, Kaz formed Redlight King in 2008. The name refers to two of his great passions, cars and drag racing, which he explains, are family traditions. “The name ‘Redlight King’ comes from my dad’s first race car,” he says. “His first real drag car was called the Redlight Bandit. I tinkered with that name at first but felt like Redlight King had more of a ring to it.”

Along with his friend and collaborator Julian Tomarin, Kaz has built Redlight King into a stridently modern rock band whose music has spent considerable time on the Billboard charts, including multiple top ten appearances. In Our Blood sees Redlight King notch soaring new highs with a clutch of revved-up, guitar powered bangers. Kaz explains, “I wanted fast, heavy rock songs and I wanted it to seamlessly translate to the live show, with a full rock band, something that was well-recorded but nothing too slick or overproduced.”

In Our Blood opens with the taut double-barreled swagger of “Cold Killer,” showcasing the band’s serious groove rock credentials. There’s a renewed creative spark evident in the boogie-drenched intensity of tracks like “Raise The Dead,” and “Do You Wanna Live,” one of the album’s most introspective and catchiest tracks.

[yummytiger]

Old Man-Redlight King

[themareverine]

A King & His Castle | In You, My Fortress | oldman!Logan x fem!OC drabble

series summary: Breadwinner. Bring-Home-the-Bacon. King of the Castle. He's heard it all before, but it's never been true of the Wolverine. Until her. Coming home to her is the only thing to live for, the only thing keeping the heart behind his ribs spinning.

synopsis: Insane, sick. Straight to hell if that’s the case—he couldn’t think of worse torture, and he’d outlived excrutiating. He knows it more intimately than he should, living it every day. Leaving his small Eden behind, in the biting Mexican dust that wilds it away in the glass of his rearview, it’s hell beyond the little limits of everything he, now, holds close.

warnings: drabble series, day-in-the-life, dad!Logan, age gap, angst, domesticity, pregnancy, babies, children, Logan is a boy dad because I said so.

a/n: based on this. and I have to dedicate this to @1800-fight-me for that post, which changed my brain chemistry and prompted my first oldman!Logan.

SERIES MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

On days like this, Logan could kill. 

Redlight. Redlight. Red, again. Red fuckin’ light. 

He could see them in his fuckin’ sleep. At a little after four, a text from a bunch of digits suggests a phone number—Chicago, if his guess was right. You booking rides? like it’s normal business hours instead of ass o’clock in the morning, like he hasn’t just passed out in bed after getting home and standing beneath a lava-hot shower for all of a handful of minutes—managed three and a half hours of fucking, much-needed racktime. 

Need a limo for five, 7:15. $1k green. 

Squinting into the screen without readers had been like staring into the sun, but Logan had managed. Dimness dropped to low as hell—fine, i'll be there with slow thumbs that burned, felt as if the weight of US-57 had been chained to every fiber of his skin structure. He’d managed to arrange a call time without so much as hammering his phone through the floor, a small mercy—place was barely standing as-is. Hauling old bones from bed was just short of crawling from hell, the warmth of under-covers and threadbare sheets more alluring than Egyptian gods. 

Hair not dry from his first shower, smothered against a thick, hard pillow for the three hours of sleep he’d managed, he stalked his ass back into the shower. Tried to work the cold irritation at humanity swimming in his veins beneath more hot water, failed—wrangled into only-slightly wrinkled slacks and jacket, may as well have been like roping steers. Skipped shaving, fuck that, started the hunt for another of his damn socks. Fumbling about the room like a green linebacker, he didn’t even feel the bed stir. Tangle of sheets around feet, the low moan of a curious, half-asleep lover. 

“Logan?” Drowsy, she props her pretty self up on an elbow. He can see her squinting into the lowlight of the room, thick streams of light from the moon creep over the bed in an otherworldly, nightingale kind of way—half bathed in lunar milk, he couldn’t miss the slight pull of her satin nightdress for anything as she sits up, scrubbing a hand down her face. She asks him what’s up, “Haven’t decided to finally leave me, have you?” 

Insane, sick. Straight to hell if that’s the case—he couldn’t think of worse torture, and he’d outlived excrutiating. He knows it more intimately than he should, living it every day. Leaving his small Eden behind, in the biting Mexican dust that wilds it away in the glass of his rearview, it’s hell beyond the little limits of everything he, now, holds close. Never in a thousand lifetimes would Logan ever imagine being that guy—the guy who fortresses a home. The man who makes vows. Oaths before heaven, whispers sweet nothings and pretty everythings to a heart that beats like his. Never was one for wishing on stars or counting them, slow in a different kind of way—slow in sense of the half-dead, way that smells roses hardly fathomable. If anyone would’ve told him his heart would beat for someone else, for living—-in this shell of a body, this phantom of a man, he’d have laughed. Never believed, no sir. Not him, not the Wolverine. 

Her slow, half-drunk chuckle off the statement claws at his aching ribcage. Fingers brushing what feel like a wad of socks, Logan moves to stuff them into his pocket. Swipes shoes from where he’d dropped them not long ago, slips through the darkness carefully. Where she’s risen from bed comes up quickly, and he blocks the milk of light swathing over their bed from view—fingers her hair away from her face, wild from where it’s fallen from her usual satin cap. 

“You’re dreamin’,” he hums, can’t deny the hint of a mile as she manages a rough, morning-dry chuckle. It sits low. Rattles around the adamantium in his chest. “G’back to sleep, baby—it’s early.” And if that isn’t the God-awful truth, he isn’t sure what is. 5:34 glares back at him when he checks the screen of his phone, not missing the pretty smile laughing back at him from the lockscreen. His lips brush her forehead lightly, hand firm at the back of her neck as his thumb skips over the steady thrum of her pulse. 

Lithe, curious fingers reach for him in the night. As always, they find him—her nails scratch lightly through his unshaven face, skin that’s dewy. An idea of Irish Spring still floats in the air around his nose, but it’s overpowered by the scent of her—the flow of her blood, the oil of her skin. Frankincense she uses in her hair before bed claws at his chest, unmistakable hints of petroleum jelly on the plush of her lips lights cravings in the back of his throat. Even today, after years, her touch still trailblazes through him like wildfire—cuts trails through the jungle of his unknowns, his hesitations. Three days away had felt like fallout, she’d been asleep like any sane person at 3 in the witching hour when he’d dropped into bed.

Blood pistoning to his cock reminds him how long. He’s been a starving man, deprived of her honey—her fruits. 

“You’ll be back?” Her palm against his cheek is God’s gift to humanity, may as well have carved the peak of mountains. “You just got in, Lo,” even in the light of stars he can see the worry mottle pretty features, the depth of her eyes couldn’t be masked by any amount of midnight the universe knew. “You sure you’re okay to drive?” I can drive, if you need me to. She hadn’t driven in years, not since—

“M’fine,” he nods, “don’t you worry ‘bout nothin’ honey.” Slipping her hand into his, he lifts it to press an airy kiss the heel of her hand. It’s soft, for the most part—only partly chapped, mostly from the dry. Dry, and the in-and-out of the desert sun. Keen senses can still taste the brush of earth on her skin, dirt from good hours spent outside. Laughing, running. Playing pretend, exploring the mesa. Like a child, like innocence. 

“Be back tonight,” it comes off a thick cough, “don’t have to wait up.” 

Her snort is sharp. “ I’ll wait. Hate this BS,” the nod is resigned though, knowing. A deep sigh puffs out her cheeks, blows hot against his lips as she looks up at him. “Need you here, Logan,” I know, don’t I know—guiding her arms around his middle, her cheek falls against his chest. Her weight against him reminds him he’s alive, still breathing—reminds him that this, right here, is his. He can feel her hum low at the bottom of her ribs, and rests his chin in her hair, rocking her back and forth lightly. Relishing her heat, the slip of satin. The spring of curl cream in her hair, the zip of adrenaline and sex in his blood. “Want you here.” 

As 5,000 volts as the day he met her, all those years ago. Logan can still taste the rain in the air, the sting of sour sweat and testosterone in the bar. The bite of the steel cage. It’s still clear in the back of his head, glancing at her on a barstool in the corner—more of a drowned lizard than a girl, as the bartender had so aptly noticed. Tired, pretty in the eyes. Broke as hell and as lost as they came—he’d never forget the smile she gave him as he’d tucked her back into that ancient Jeep as long as he lived. 

And she’s still pretty in the eyes, even if they are a little deeper. Haven’t aged a day in all the years she’s been chasing shadows, stalking the sun by his side—racing to die, chancing to live. As Wolverine as they came, in a different kind of way. Unkillable, like him. God’s gift to him, certainly—an Eve for his unkillable Adam, to taste the sun. Lifetimes and mementos of the forgotten behind them, this is his castle. His home— life that, had finally, birthed. 

Wrapped up in pretty satin and swaddling clothes. “I should check on little man,” and there it is. The nail in his coffin. Mention of their son—his son, it’s like a slow poison. Logan never, in any of his days, would imagine that the idea of a child, his offspring would do such devastatingly good things to him—he can’t remember when it changed, how it happened. But it stabs at the mesh of his ribs unlike anything he’s ever felt all the same, toys with his pleasures like a cat with a mouse. Her head tipping back greenlights the pad of his thumb gently pulling at the plush of her bottom lip. Looking up at him with a teasing smile, through low lashes undoes him in a way that should be sin. 

And he kisses her the way she likes, slow. Hard. When her arms snake around his neck, pulling him close, he loses his composure. Deepens the kiss, moans against the heat of her tongue playing with his. “Careful,” he smiles through every languid stroke of her tongue, every little breathless gasp, “don’t start somethin’ we can’t finish, pretty.” 

“Who says we can’t?” 

“When I get back, baby.”

Her pleasured hmmm, heady whispers in dark shadows light him up like a firecracker, but he can’t. Can’t stay, can’t go—trapped in situation’s limbo. Hell of a thing, really. His finger traces the curve of her hip, up—falls in line against her bottom rib, tugging at the skin beneath satin. Erupting in a fit of ticklish giggles, her fingers tug at his hair, play with damp at the nape of his neck. “Logan—not fair!” her breathlessly sharp whine—it fucks his brains. 

“Plen’y fair,” another kiss, one more taste of her, and he steps back. Creates a chasm and his pulse jumps, almost flatlines. Fingertips linger against his as he moves for the door—her tongue chases over kiss-fat lips, and Logan swears to God he can see the fire dancing in the cradle of her womb as she follows after him. Once they hit the door, he kisses her again—it’s the only thing that will keep him alive. 

“I love you, kid,” kid. Hasn’t called her that in awhile. She still smiles at the name, like she always has. It’s true but isn’t—he’s 200 years older than her, another sin on his growing list of indiscretions with God. But she’s lived enough life at his side for it to count, seen enough blood. Heart racing behind his ribs, waiting—breathlessly. All too damn breathlessly for a man who couldn’t give up his breath if God asked. 

“Love you more,” a Betty Crocker kiss to his cheek and she slips away, into the darkness, opposite direction. Nursery, the quiet pull of the innocent. His feet point to the kitchen, to the reckless hour of the world’s morning. 

Twenty-seven steps. Out the door, sink into the limo. A text lights up the phone he’s tossed to the passenger seat as headlights cast lowbeams into witchy darkness. Foot on the brake, he fumbles the breastpocket for hardly-new readers, ignoring the tag still hanging out on the templepiece. Grabbing it, opens the photo attachment. Her, and his child—his son, his side of the bed. His never-in-a-million-years, impossible-to-the-stars family—

— his fortress, the castle to which he returns. Lucky son of a bitch. 

tags: @fandomxo00 @permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88

[xbadgerbearx]

Redlight Masterlist

summary: When a tall stranger is suddenly hired into the King's Club, your world shifts abruptly--whether for better or worse. As he unravels the threads of his history, you find yourself running from your own. Can you confront the shadows of the past, or will they ultimately consume you both in the end?

pairing: Kid x reader

total word count: ???

note: I did give Kid's character a name, but it came from an interview that Dev Patel did.

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[whispering-about-the-tmnt]

Raphael Music Poll

The link to the playlist where you can listen to all these songs is at the bottom of the poll!

[whispers-soundtrack-project]

Jod Na Nawood

Fanmix - Part Two

Part One

Link to the Spotify Playlist is at the bottom of the post

Stay Alive (Hidden Citizens, ft. REMMI) I do what I need to * What I have to * Well, you can try * To be civilized * But I'm gonna stay alive

This Is My World (Esterly) This is my world, * Oh, you took a wrong turn * Now you’re stuck in my world, * Trust me, this is gonna hurt

I’m a Bad Man (Nine One One) I’m a bad man * Takin’ my time in the killin’ fields * Rippin’ the cover from the seventh seal * Yeah I’m a bad man

Run Boy Run (Woodkid) Tomorrow is another day, hey * And you won’t have to hide away * You’ll be a man, boy * But for now, it’s time to run

Fragile Minds (Cinematic Version) (Silent Theory) It’s getting harder to know if I’m sane * My issues are leaking outside of my veins * Somebody save me or end me * I haven’t yet made up my mind

Here Comes Trouble (Bad Company) You better watch your step, * I mean it, * You’re just running out of time * You got a nasty streak, * And I’ve seen it, * But it ain’t nothing next to mine

Rescue Me (Thirty Seconds To Mars) Whatever you do don’t ever play my game * Too many years being the king of pain * Ya gotta lose it all if you wanna take control * Sell yourself to save your soul

No Escape (Sam Tinnesz) We can run, we can run but we won’t get far * Loaded gun, loaded gun, pointed at our hearts * No one to trust, it’s dangerous * We can run, we can run but we won’t get far

Dead Man Walking (WAR*HALL) I'm a dead man walking * Hell's at my door * I'm a shadow of the man I was before * I'm a dead man walking * Before I die * I'll take every soul I can into the night * And kill till I die

Wipe The Floor With You (Redlight King) I’ve been outnumbered on a number of times * Seven badges swinging but I still got mine * I got blood sweat and tears and fifteen years * I got a trunk full of pride we can take it outside

Midnight Rider (The Allman Brothers Band) And I don't own the clothes I'm wearing * And the road goes on forever * And I've got one more silver dollar * But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no * Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider

When The Truth Hunts You Down (Sam Tinnesz) You can’t run, run, run * From the smoking gun * Caught in the crosshairs of the things we’ve done * There’s no hiding place * Not a secret safe * What is lost will be found * When the truth hunts you down

[thedeafprophet]

Despite all my rage: A playlist for Alexander Hastings, The Vitriolic Thief

Criminal, thief, arsonist. Light Fingers PC

Track list and lyric highlights under the cut

City Life - Redlight King

"Just another day in the city life Just another day where we live or die We're all prayin' through the smoke filled sky"

2. Catch Me If You Can - Set It Off

"I only feel at home when I'm on the run I only open doors just to pick the locks Too busy throwing stones at your fragile thoughts"

3. Play Dirty - Kevin Mcallister

"If you wanna go, this is how it goes If you wanna roll, heads are gonna roll If you wanna play, we can play all day But we play, play dirty, play dirty"

4. Volatile Times -IAMX

"Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times"

5. Bullet With Butterfly Wings - Tribe Society

"Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage Someone will say, "What is lost can never be saved"

6. The Hand That Feeds

"My papa taught me how to howl How to bare my teeth and growl He taught me that the hand that feeds Deserves to be bitten when it beats"

7. Arsonist's Lullaby - Hozier

"When I was a child, I'd sit for hours Staring into open flame, something in it had a power Could barely tear my eyes away"

8. Searching For A Devil - In The Valley Below

"Well if you're hoping for a free ride Hell there's room in mine And we can love for the sake of the little one And his hazel eyes"

9. Reminders - Radical Face

"I wish I had more nice things to say But I was raised not to lie I'm either honest, or I'm an optimist But never both at the same time"

10. To Be Alone - Hozier

"I know that you hate this place Not a trace of me would argue Honey, we should run away, oh, someday Our baby and her momma and the damaged love she made"

11. Me And Mine - The Brothers Right

"I will burn your kingdom down If you try to conquer me and mine"

12. Beautiful Crime - Tamer

"We fight every night for something When the sun sets, we're both the same Half in the shadows Half burned in flames"

[metalshockfinland]

REDLIGHT KING Release Official Video 'Eye Of A Hurricane'

(l-r): Mark “Kaz” Kasprzyk, Brian Weaver, Julian Tomarin, Mark Goodwin – Credit: David Harris REDLIGHT KING will reveal the fifth new music video single, “Eye Of A Hurricane,” from their anticipated fourth album IN OUR BLOOD due March 3 via AFM RECORDS. The video for “Eye Of A Hurricane” is out today,  following the single’s digital release on January 20th. “Eye Of A Hurricane” was directed and…

[foxydivaxx]

Wrestling AU Zoro being savage again. Spoiler alert: he is a heel

Ichigo: Aren’t you pissed that you are not a viable option for champion?

Zoro: *lets out a psychotic laugh* No wait….you think I am sad that I am not in the spotlight? Oh baby, I am always in the fucking spotlight!! I am the motherfucking King wherever I go. It does not even matter what city I am in, be it New York, Paris *reduces his vocal tone to a lower register and says in a mocking sarcastic tone* or Karakura town.

What sort of town name is that? Sounds like a fucking train wreck. A ghost town without merit. A town named after a fucking redlight district.

*Chorus of boos*

Oh it’s okay. It’s not all bad. Afterall, you are represented by this weak, pathetic loser here. No tell me, when was the last time he has ever won a title Huh?! When was the last time he ever won a match? You know what you truly are Ichigo? Nothing more than a certified low class wannabe, a freak, a has-been that has lost his relevancy ever since he stepped into this company. You will never beat me and you can never be on my level bitch because I AM the King of Kings!!

Sanji: *smirks proudly in the background*

Ichigo: Pfft….King of Kings? More like King of freaks

Sanji: At least he managed to have a long term title reign compared to that one time you only reigned as champion for hmmm…how long was it? 10 minutes and oh *fake gasps* Someone cashed in on you. How sad!!

[blogger-yura]

Entry #55 Oct 26th '23

#YurasLife #ThrowbackThursday #Halloween2022 #HalloweenWeek

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 - 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

*4 more posts coming this week for halloween. Please let me know if you'd like to be removed to avoid spam ♡

Hello, hello, my little monsters! How's the week been treating you guys? How's life and coping with the best ever season going? (≡^∇^≡)

Today's little post to keep the spirits up is just a throwback Thursday post! I don't really do these much, but I guessed since I missed last year that I could give a recap of that!

Lets begin by saying that last year was CRAZY. I don't know if you guys are aware that San works at this supernatural club, I might've never mentioned it, but he does. When I tell you he came home one day and the first thing I did was embarrass myself–. (*´ー｀*)

How often does YOUR lover become the King of Hell? That alone let me tell you made for a never thought before experience. Not saying I hated it, though!

Last year there was a huge party in town too! Well, out of it, actually. It was so fun and exciting! I've never before attended such an elaborate event, I don't think. Of course, I've attended awesome parties, but this was a whole Halloween Town kind of thing. It was just out of the city, and let me tell you, I'm still not over it. Sadly, I couldn't bring San along as he was suffering from making-people-too-hot syndrome, but it totally is on my bucket list for the next time they come around!

I think last year was the first time my friends and I actually explored a lot more outside of our comfort zone. We usually keep to the city for safety reasons, we know everywhere we go, we have friends and family nearby, it's easy to catch a car to go back home–. But we found SO many amazing haunted houses, labyrinths, fairs, and photo spots just outside of the city. I'm super thrilled to explore more this year because most of these really last the entirety of autumn season, so I want to make sure I get to experience all of it.

It's been a while since I've moved here, and I find it that I'm still very new and unfamiliar with most stuff, so I think the biggest thing last Halloween left me was the knowledge that theres more than just city events, I guess? (o≧▽≦)ﾉ

I have SO much content from last year that I never got to share, so I'll make sure to make a post ONLY for it. A small gallery let it be, for all of you interested, of course, and just to keep a record of one of the best Halloweens ever!

Do you like Halloween parties? Do you attend or host any event or similar for the holiday? If you have any place I should visit this year, let me know down below! We could even go together if you're down for it!

Ah, I can't believe how fast the week has gone by! Can't wait for tomorrow's post, though. I hope you love it as much as I do!

All the love, my sweet pumpkins! See you tomorrow with a tasty post~. Have sweet dreams! All the love, -Yura ♡

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