#bob gilles

[noisessobbingdistant]

Metal Mania #8 — Page 18

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GIG AND ALBUM REVIEW: 

CULPRIT

WILD DOGS

AND MORE

Yank Rock O.K.!

MORE CINEMA U.S. METAL

Oh boy—here we go again! Mike Varney is up to his old tricks and the result is another one of the meatiest chunks of vinyl that will ever emerge from this side of the Atlantic Ocean. Ten new killer songs (some more than others) have been unleashed on unsuspecting stereos everywhere!! The unveiling of the monster was accompanied by a U.S. Metal show at the Stone in San Francisco and though it failed in the demolition department, it was all very well to see how some of the album’s bands stood up where it really counts: on the live stage.

The show was kicked off by a pair of guitarist doing solo performances. To begin with, we had Bob Gilles of Bleu Food (who you may recall appeared on the first U.S. Metal album in the Gilles-Meblin Assault) doing a few moments of axe murdering and shortly thereafter Greg Strong (also appearing on the first U.S. Metal LP as a solo guitarist) did a killer acoustic guitar solo. He did the most tasteful performance of the evening.

Unfortunately the best of what was to be heard at the Stone that night and the best of what is to be heard on the album is not one and the same. The first band, Wild Dogs, hailed from Portland, Oregon and were very unimpressive. Jeff Mark is a good guitarist but thier songs were a weak cross of Van Halen arrangements and lame-o Priest riffs. Thier song on the album “The Tonight Show” was one of thier better songs and that song is’nt so great in itself. Other songs like “Two wrongs dont make it right” (no Killing—really) was utter damn garbage. The singer was a fat slob of a monster and was rather unimaginative in his “ooooo I want to be Rob Halford” fashion. Flapping his limbs throughout thier set he persisted in making an

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[bonojour]

bob dylan recording his lines for 'we are the world', taken from 'the greatest night in pop' (2024)

[pinkandblueblurbs]

i’ve been watching bob’s burgers and i think it’s so sweet that the characters will like… laugh at the antics of the others? like when one of bob’s kids does something goofy he’ll give a little chuckle before/while he says his next line. i feel like that kind of thing doesn’t usually happen in shows, esp animated ones? maybe i’m wrong and i just never noticed it until now idk. but I think it really adds something, like it makes it more ‘realistic’ but also just more… idk charming? idk

[nintendouniverse2023]

My Skylanders Redesign

[labaguetteisdabest]

my prequel sort of thing (idk) for @queenpiranhadon's story bob the pineapple

The soft whirring of the refrigerator awakens Bill the Artichoke. He blinks blearily, the darkness not really shocking him. He was well adjusted to life in the fridge, having been there for a week already.

The stark conditions make Bill feel at home. After all, anything is better than the boisterous Karens and bright lights of the grocery store.

“Bill!” a voice calls out beside him. Bill looks to his left to see the red, seed-peppered skin of Connor the Strawberry, a close friend of his. 

“What?” Bill says.

“Have you heard? People are saying that Bob the Pineapple was killed!”

“What?!” Bill’s alarmed shout reverberates around the refrigerator, and he winces, waiting for the multitude of foods that are sure to yell at him to be quiet. They don’t come.

Connor replies, “Yeah! Apparently he was eaten by some human kid named ‘Ugly Boy Derek,’ but the kid is – was – allergic to pineapples, so he’s dead too.”

Bill stares ahead.

If Bob is dead, he thinks, then I need to check on Ella.

Ella the Orange is one of Bob’s closest friends. With how well Bill knows her, it’s imperative that he finds her before she does anything.

“Connor! Do you know where Florence is?”

Florence the Kiwi is yet another one of Bill, Connor, and Ella’s friends.

Connor nods, clambering away to get their kiwi friend.

Ella’s gonna make a choice that throws her life into peril if we don’t intervene.

The mood dips from melancholy to downright stark when that thought crosses Bill’s mind.

Bill stands up suddenly.

“Bill! Come here!” Connor calls. Bill looks in the direction of Connor’s voice and sees him dragging Florence along. But he also sees – and hears – something more fear-inducing.

“I, Ella the Orange, vow to avenge the death of Bob and other citrusy fruits!” Ella stands right in front of the refrigerator door, which seems to have been left open from Derek the ugly boy’s murder.

“Ella, wait!” Bill shouts in a panic.

He runs after her, catching up to Connor and Florence and pulling them with him urgently.

When the trio reaches Ella, Bill grabs her hand.

“Ella, you can’t!” Florence pleads. “If you do, you- you could die.”

“But I have to,” Ella replies. Her green eyes have a look of determination.

“Please, Ella! Stay,” Connor urges.

“I’m not changing my mind, Connor.”

“Ella…” Bill presses. But he knows it’s a lost cause. There’s no convincing Ella now.

She leaps from the fridge to the floor.

“ELLA!” the trio cry out.

Her pained cries are embedded in the memories of Bill, Florence, and Connor.

Ella’s rash vow would be how she is immortalized.

Her zealous beliefs that were merely a fallacy are how she will be remembered.

Gill the Tomato looks up at the trio, a violent glint in his eye.

Bill wants to slice him into pieces right then and there – but he has to bide his time.

Wait.

Karma will get him eventually.

@iam1withthepeggy @cinematics06

[myvinylplaylist]

Alice Cooper: Welcome 2 My Nightmare (2011)

Best Buy limited edition w/ 4 extra tracks:

Track 15 bonus studio track

Tracks 16,17,18 recorded live at Download Festival 2010

Universal Music

[evilhorse]

Murder!

[nerds-yearbook]

Marvel Comics 1#, cover date October, 1939, introduced numerous characters, including the original (android) Human Torch, Prince Namor McKenzie the Sub-Mariner, and the David Rand version of Ka-Zar (the modern age Ka-Zar is Kevin Plunder). Timely Comics eventually be renamed Marvel Comics. ("The Human Torch", "The Angel", "The Sub-Mariner", "The Masked Raider", "Jungle Terror", "Burning Rubber", "Adventures of Ka-Zar the Great", Marvel Comics 1#, Comic, Event)

[hellohaters]

Bob Gill

[davedyecom]

PODCAST: Michael Johnson

A muffin company wants to make more money. It’s hard to increase their current customers weekly muffin intake – so they need add some new ones. To flip muffin fans who aren’t choosing theirs, they need to tell them about their company or muffins that will get them to try one. And tell them in a way that gets their attention. But the first thing they need to do is choose who to speak to.  An ad…

[introspect-la]

DOO AT THE ZOO WITH NICKY HOLLOWAY, BOBBI & STEVE, BOB MASTERS, & GILLES PETERSON (1987)

[wolfspaw]

[bob-the-movie-man-film-reviews]

Allelujah (12): Caring for the Marginalia of Society.

#onemannsmovies review of "Allelujah" (2023). #Allelujah. Alan Bennett's tale of NHS cuts, jerkily adapted for the big screen. 3/5.

A One Mann’s Movies review of “Allelujah” (2023). In “Allelujah” we take a scalpel to the NHS. It’s a film that looks fun and fluffy from the trailer, but which has a distinctly dark edge. Bob the Movie Man Rating: Plot Summary: In Wakefield, West Yorkshire, ‘The Beth’ is an old Victorian hospital priding itself on providing small-scale quality care for elderly patients, led by the…

[hanasnx]

arm kink: revisited

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: for @justadmiringanakin WARNINGS: f!reader | arm kink | size difference | choking | squirt & hump mention.

“Anakin?” you call, craning your neck over equipment to spot MODERN!ANAKIN SKYWALKER as he works through his set of pull-ups. You swallow, coming to a stop a couple feet away from him. Ashamedly, you’re in awe. With every jut of his chin over the bar, his biceps swell with the effort of lifting himself. Ankles crossed neatly behind him in perfect stance, there’s not a muscle of his out of place. All of it on display while he wears a black side slit shirt. Precise, and well-taught, he releases grunts through his teeth with each crest, controlling his breathing to the second to maximize his energy. That concentrated crease in his brows is intimidating, set features, pursed lips that expel a shot of air, eyes that unwaveringly focus on his task.

You don’t know how many of these things he’s done, but there’s a sheen of sweat that glistens on his skin in such a delectable way you just wanna lick him clean. Curly hair weighed down from moisture, beads at his forehead, you feel faint.

Tendons emphasize their paths through his arms, swollen biceps thick and veined pulse as he moves. Briefly you fantasize what it’d be like wrapped around your neck, and the fantasy furthers the longer you watch how his muscle redistributed his weight on his limbs. His brutish hands that connect to his hefty wrists dwarf the bar they’re wrapped on. His sides, exposed by the cut of his top, ripple with motion, like a bag of fucking ropes. You can see a flash of his abs every so often, but the defined lines of his serratus catch your eye as they shift under his skin. They remind you of the cut of a shark’s gills.

You barely register he’s stopped while your mind runs away with you. He drops to the floor, wipes his face with a towel, and chugs water all while you stand practically comatose. If you hadn’t been, you would’ve drooled over the way his larynx bobbed from every gulp. With how horny you are now, you could’ve sexualized that as well, conjuring a plan to sit on his neck to hump his Adam’s apple and choke him with your thighs.

“Angel?” his affectionate nickname for you snaps you out of it, jumping in place as you recognize the towering figure looming over you. Failing to explain yourself, you trip over your silent words, re-forming your gaping mouth until he quiets you indefinitely. “Let’s go home.”

By home he means the shower, he means bed, he means cunt. Forced to swipe at your clit with your own hand while he’s rolling his hips into you, showcasing every muscle that works so hard for you. He peacocks for you, deliberately this time, and you would’ve been soaked even without his fat cock shoving its way into you. Massive hands rest on your legs to keep your spread while he’s on his knees, arching his spine to push his cock into your propped-up pussy. “Getting fucking tired of your staring, you know that?” he breathes, hypocritical considering his most obvious staring problem, and his most obvious enjoyment of your voyeurism. He likes showing off. As if to scold him for it, you squirm and try to escape him, weakly crawling back on your hands only for him to yank you back easy. “Gimme that cunt, baby, don’t run away.” You’d disobeyed him taking your fingers off your clit, so he keeps his grip on your hips to draw you into his thrusts which makes his already bruising and long cock fit that much deeper into your hole. Practically kisses your cervix, jerking your entire body.

“I can’t take it, Ani! Can’t take it!” you insist, thrashing and clawing at the sheets.

“Well, if you listened to me—“ he begins, speaking while he rearranges you harshly, manhandling you onto your stomach and peeling your pelvis off the mattress to meet his. He muscles his dick back in, feeding it right to your puffy folds. You cry out, but he doesn’t even afford you that dignity. He curls over you, making you feel small with his hot skin against yours, enveloping you. An arm winds around your neck, tucking your larynx into the crook of his elbow. When he gets a good grasp, he ruts into you, and you’re slick as fuck. “Now get your fucking hand back on that clit.” he spits into your ear, his swollen bicep pushing into the side of your neck. Eager to please him again, you do as he says, clumsy fingers massaging your bud. “Atta’girl.” You breathe hard through your open mouth, pulling in air as his arm keeps you right where he wants you, using it to pin you into taking whatever he gives you until you squirt all over him from just his cock.

[shares-a-vest]

Prompt: Mermay (Discord Drabble)

"Hey, Steve!" Eddie beams, "When I burp it makes bubbles, watch!"

He belches, giggling as a series of aquamarine bubbles pop up and evaporate before his eyes. Eddie smiles, sure that the same thing will happen if he farts too.

Hoping to break wind at any moment to hilarious effect, Eddie clenches his fists and pops his scale-covered butt out before propelling himself around, ready to show off his new found mer-powers.

But Steve is turned away from him, hands on his scaly hips and flip-flapping his own tail with such force he is bobbing up and down, his hair all floaty and bouncing.

"Stevie!" Eddie whines, desperate for his attention.

"What?" Steve spits, whooshing around to face him.

Even through the watery vortex that has been whipped up, Eddie can still spot a disapproving frown.

So what? They were skinny dipping in Lover's Lake at midnight and now they are living, breathing underwater creatures – gills and all.

They've been through worse in that dang lake anyway...

Besides, now Eddie gets a permanent eyeful of Steve's glorious chest hair all to himself.

He grins.

[eldrigeonsss]

Favorite fnc headcanon, go

Oh hi anon that I definitely don’t know!! I have a lot!! And it is hard to choose, so here’s a couple of my favorites!

Chip likes to bring Gillion different sweets and snacks from each island they visit. Gillion likes to bring Chip various trinkets on islands that he finds fascinating. Chip’s belt is absolutely adorned with various little bits and bobs that Gill gifted him, and the hair beads were also a gift.

Gillion will occasionally wake up in the middle of the night and wander around the ship making sure that all of his crew-mates are alive. This usually happens during long spans of quiet at sea. Whenever Chip catches this, he invites Gill to cuddle with him and just listen to his heartbeat in his chest. Gillion finds that he falls asleep very quickly to the sound of Chip’s heartbeat.

Chip and Gill will often times stay up late and lay under the stars on the deck. Chip likes to tell Gillion stories and fables revolving around the constellations(celestial moment). He likes how wrapped Gillion’s attention is on his stories a lot. Gillion enjoys these stories a lot, and in turn tells Chip various legends regarding titans and leviathans(undersea moment). They usually stay up there until one of them falls asleep, which then they will drag them downstairs and tuck them in for bed. Occasionally, Jay will get up for her watch and see the two idiots passed out on the deck leaning against each other, and will bring them a blanket to toss on top of them.

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