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[loganslowdown4]

TRASH BOI POLE DANCING!!!

TRASH BOI POLE DANCING LETS GOOOO!!!

[thegothicviking]

In the terms of sexuality...

I am the yellow and blue...

In the terms of my personality?

Oh yeah I am the red and black! 😘😏

@et-facti-aeternam2 you asked for my fave makeup look...now you know I have found another!

[twothpaste]

Lucas having some of the most potent PSI around, but it being so unrefined that when used it's akin to someone using brute strength rather than finesse. Thoughts?

Yeah. Yeah. I like to think of his PSI sort of along these lines too. ( Also ah, not me noticing the words "brute strength" and considering parallels to Flint 😶‍🌫 )

iirc in a fic once I framed it like his PSI is akin to a force of nature. He's blessed by the Dragon / Mother Earth Herself, channelling this immense unwieldly power he barely understands, driven by his big awful tweenage emotions. And he scarcely had time to get used to it during his journey, let alone to do any formal "training". Kid's just a sheltered farm boy! He didn't even know psychic powers existed! I imagine he was downright terrified by his abilities when he first got 'em. PK Love in particular. And while he must've gotten the hang of them somewhat over the course of the game, I don't suppose that sense of uneasiness ever really went away. Judging by that one Tanetane line… ("The boy named Lucas learned some bad magic." 😟) His signature ability is such an explosive onslaught, capable of downing several foes in one fell swoop. He has to use it for the sake of the greater good, but bein' a kid who doesn't enjoy violence, he probably struggles to see it as anything other than a curse or burden. (And gets a bit scared whenever he catches himself feeling catharsis, or a sense of thrill, in its wake.)

[marvelmusing]

Imagine taking Billy home to your family during Christmas and him not expecting your family to get him anything, but low and behold, he gets those cheesy pyjamas that match you and your siblings, he wakes up and gets a stocking to open, and he has just as many presents to open as you do. Like maybe you have a way younger, adorable little sister, and she comes into your room at the crack of dawn, and wakes you and Billy up, hauling you out to the living room, where the presents lay under the tree. Your little sister eventually gets your parents up, and as everyone's sitting down and opening their stockings, Billy stands off to the side watching you entertain your sister, who's showing you everything she gets out of her stocking, and your parents ask him, "Aren't you going to open your stocking?" His eyes go wide as they bring over his very own. You watching the whole thing go down, smiling.

This is so adorable, I had such a giddy smile on my face reading it

I know for a fact that my parents would 100% adopt Billy as their own child (so this little drabble is heavily inspired by my typical Christmas Day)

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The smell of beef roasting in the oven fills the air, and the turkey is already sitting on the kitchen countertop, glistening bronze encased in crumpled silver foil. The TV is on, playing a rerun of top 100 Christmas songs that is the same one you’ve watched over the last five christmases at the very least.

“Has anyone seen the scissors?” You ask, lifting up a bundle of wrapping paper to search for your required tool.

Some families might clear up the wrapping as they go, but one of your favourite parts of the day is throwing the paper into a colossal pile which you’ll watch your dad struggle to wrestle into a bin sack afterwards.

“What for?” Your dad asks with a raised brow, looking over to see whatever present you were struggling to open. He frowns when he sees you empty handed.

“I thought I’d free the stockings.” You remark with a small laugh, nodding towards the stairs where the stockings have been tied to the rungs of the bannister.

Your mom’s head lifts from where she’s been studying the back of a box of shortbread.

“Oh yes, let’s do the stockings now.”

You know that if you don’t find some scissors soon, your dad will likely suggest using a knife, and Billy would probably agree with him. The two of them would be outvoted, of course, you don’t want either of them cutting themselves on Christmas Day.

“I found some.” Billy says, holding up a pair of scissors that he’s retrieved from under a box.

“Come help me.” You request, and Billy frowns. “You go up the stairs and cut the ribbon, I’ll stand on the sofa underneath and catch them.”

“Catch them?”

“There won’t be anything valuable in them.” You reassure him. “And by catch I mean I’ll hold my hand underneath and hopefully not drop them.”

Billy breathes out a laugh, shaking his head at you as he uncrosses his legs and stands from where he’s been sitting beside the tree.

He hadn’t expected to have his own pile of gifts to open this morning, stacked carefully beside your own underneath the tree. When you had assured him that your parents already considered him one of their own, he hadn’t thought that would extend to your family’s every Christmas tradition.

On the evening of Christmas Eve, he had been handed a box that you had dubbed his Christmas Eve box. Inside had been a pair of christmas-themed pyjamas that matched yours, a small hot chocolate making bundle, and a book.

Your parents knew that you and Billy were collecting the clothbound hardback classics, and your mom had ensured to get you both another addition to your collection. Billy had received Jane Eyre, whilst you had Alice in Wonderland.

Back in the present, Billy climbs up the first few steps of the stairs in your living room. You clamber onto the sofa that sits next to the length of the stairs, and take hold of the first stocking - your sister’s.

Billy takes care not to cut the elaborate tangle of chunky tinsel and fairy lights that has been woven around the bottom of the rungs. You know that both of your parents will have fussed over the decorations before you and Billy arrived.

You know your dad will have been afraid of overwhelming Billy, not wanting anyone to be stressed out by the holiday, and your mom will have wanted to go all out - considering that it was Billy’s first christmas celebrating with a family besides Frank’s.

Once the first stocking is free, you take it over to your sister, before returning to help Billy with the rest.

The two of you give out the other ones to your parents, slowly moving further up the stairs as the stockings are placed higher and higher. When it comes to yours you’re standing on your tip toes on the sofa in an attempt to reach it.

Billy cuts the ribbon a moment before you’re ready, and the stocking slips from your grasp, landing on the floor with a solid thump.

Billy freezes.

“Baby I’m so sorry.” He clasps a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide, and you laugh.

“It’s okay Billy.” You assure him, still laughing, but you frown as he begins to descend the stairs. “Where are you going?”

He frowns, and you point up to the very top of the stairs with a smile.

“There’s one more left.”

The remaining stocking looks newer than the other ones, less worn by years of being packed away into the attic alongside decorations and ornaments.

You retrieve your own stocking from the floor, and join Billy on the stairs. His eyes are filled with emotion, glossy as his throat bobs lightly. Squeezing his knee in reassurance, you sit beside him, holding onto his stocking and encouraging him into cutting it free.

The two of you manage to squeeze it through the gap between the wooden rungs. Then you watch Billy open it.

As always, the stocking is filled with a mixture of tacky little gifts, and the odd expensive one that was small enough to hide at the bottom. He pulls out your gift first.

“Is this…?” He begins, eyeing the unwrapped gift. Your smile widens as he admires the glossy metal of the handcrafted pen.

“A fancy pen, for a fancy CEO.”

He reads the small message engraved onto the side, and wraps an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

The next gift he pulls out is a pair of jazzy patterned boxers. Billy raises a brow at you, and your cheeks flush.

“Those are nothing to do with me.” His grin widens.

“Oh, really?” You nod with a small laugh.

“Yes. The pen was from me.” His brows crease lightly.

“You mean…”

You nod.

“Everyone chipped in with a present for your stocking.” You tell him, and he looks through the rungs in the bannister to survey your family.

“I love you.” Billy says suddenly. “Have I told you that yet today?”

You nod with a small smile.

“I think you have.”

He had. Almost as soon as he had woken up.

Filled with Christmas morning excitement, you end up making a warm drink in the kitchen and staring out of the window to admire the frost covered ground - not quite snow but certainly a white Christmas of sorts.

A pair of familiar arms curl around around body, one around your shoulders and another around your waist, and a solid chest presses along the length of your spine.

Billy drops a kiss on your shoulder, before nuzzling his face into the warmth at the crook of your neck.

“Merry Christmas, Billy.” You murmur softly, and you feel him smile.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” He tightens his hold on you, squeezing affectionately but also ensuring that you’re real. That’s he’s here, in your childhood home, about to spend Christmas with your family. “I love you.”

Your own smile widens, and you squeeze his forearm between your fingers, hardly daring to believe that such a quiet, love-filled moment could occur. Then you reply quietly,

“Love you too.”

Now, sitting side by side with Billy on the stairs, you lean forward to press a kiss against his cheek, and echo those same words.

“I love you too, Billy.” He smiles widely, and soon you’re beaming too. You nod back towards his stocking. “Keep going, there’s plenty more in there.”

[fancycolours]

Here's an excerpt of "Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?" from Chicago's performance at Hard Rock Live in Hollywood, FL. (October 4th, 2023.)

[theapachevikingnomadfromhell]

On today's episode, my review of the 2013 album by Newsted- Heavy Metal Music. The solo band of former Metallica bassist Jason Newsted. This channel is supported directly by the generous donations of the listeners and viewers like you. You can send donations to me directly to my cash app, chime, PayPal and venmo to rockinrobsa210. You can also join my patreon to become a patron for special perks at 210x2 Productions. Thank you very much for your support. #Youtube #youtuber #theapachevikingnomadfromhell #podcast #rockinrobsmetalmadnesspodcast #supportcontentcreators #supportsmallchannels #CashApp #chime #paypal #Venmo #rockinrobsa210 #patreon #210x2productions #ThankYouVeryMuch #sanantonio #texas #viral #viralvideo #viralshorts #viralshorts #viralshort #viralreels #heavymetal #metal #albumreviews #newsted #jasonnewsted #album #fullalbumreview #music

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Musicwill.org

[mp3minded]

Writing Update: The First Week

So far, I've gotten a little over 2.7k words down, for my first draft of chapter one of my Ozzy villa fic, of the eight chapters I currently have planned 👀☕️

I think if it weren't for me getting shark week this week, and how I got caught up with my recent Liam stuff, I could've gotten a considerable extra amount done? It's always good to know the sort of pace I'm capable of 🥴 since this is my first time back in the writing rodeo since forever.

But yeah, things are shaping up folks! And who knows, maybe before the end of season 8, I may even dip my toes in and start writing a 'lil something something for that goblin man Liam 🤡

[dark-twist-fairytales]

did you know that it

What?? Dude, that's crazy! Is this what you're talking about? I tried to find a video that followed refrence to it!

[callibones]

Hi! We don't know each other but with the trend of anons I wanted to say: you've helped me realize some parts of myself that I'm sure would've taken longer on my own, so thank you! :)

ANOTHER ROBOTGIRL FOR THE ARMY!!!! 🎉

[dontwanderoff]

itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikini came on shuffle and before i realised what i was listening to, i had joined in on the chorus

[moraxsthrone]

YATTAAAA!!!

BABY GORL GOD IS LVL 90 NOW!!

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thoma, i'm coming for you next, baby! ❤️🖤❤️

i welcome any feedback, tips, etc on any of my builds. please i need all the help i can get lol.

[outsockk]

WOWZER!!!!! WHEN DID WE HIT 1K FOLOLOWERS!!!!! ?

[thegothicviking]

Ok so I know that the singer from Scorpions and Kreator just gave all of their "biggest fans" the same video message on spotify and not just for me but...

It still felt so personal and sweet! 🥺🤘

[spinjitsuburst]

i'm the one that lost their superstar rockin jay minifigure a couple months ago. i've found him, and he's back safe with his nya

YOOOOOOOOOO so glad you found him!!!!!!

[princesslocket]

I'M LATE, SORRY!!!!!!

BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!1!!! You've always been so kind to me, I can't express how much I admire you! Your art is so beautiful and loving, keep being that wonderful person!!! <33

It's something simple, but it's from the heart! 💛

O M PIKACHU THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!!! You're deserve all the kindness in the world tbh!!! Your art always brings me so much joy, I literally can't get enough of it, and now that I'm seeing this- This ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL ART- I'm just about ready to cry (out of pure happiness of course) THANK YOU!!! 🥺💗🌺🌟

[theapachevikingnomadfromhell]

On episode 2 of Rockin Rob's Metal Madness Podcast, I'll be what I consider to be the big 4 of death metal . Reuploaded from 09/15/2023. This channel is supported directly by the generous donations of the listeners and viewers like you. You can send donations to me directly to my cash app, chime, PayPal and venmo to rockinrobsa210. You can also join my patreon to become a patron for special perks at 210x2 Productions. Thank you very much for your support. #Youtube #youtuber #rockinrobsmetalmadnesspodcast #supportcontentcreators #supportsmallchannels #CashApp #chime #paypal #Venmo #rockinrobsa210 #patreon #210x2productions #ThankYouVeryMuch #podcast #music #heavymetal #metalmusic #deathmetal #cannibalcorpse #deathband #deicide #morbidangel