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tannnnblogs · 4 months
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As much as I wanted more pages in this chapter, Tumblr only allows 30 images, so chapters will be split up a bit more.
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ohhhhmercy · 3 months
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rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people (if you can) tagged by @human-trainwreck <3 Thank god this is not my main, it would take me 45 years min
Oft Gefragt - AnnenMayKantereit
Have You Ever - Brandi Carlile
Hexie Mountains - Orville Peck
High Pressure Low - Against Me!
Howl - Florence + the Machine
Movin' On - Good Charlotte
*Equips sunglasses* - Hot Mulligan
Revolution Calling - Queensrÿche
Can't Get Away - Sixto Rodriguez
You Don't Have to Say You Love Me - Dusty Springfield
It was hard trying to find a blend of genres that fit, but I tried.
Some contenders were other Good Charlotte songs, Martina McBride, and a smattering of 70s folk and 2000s punk.
tagging @sirjaybobobka, @bagelsunshinecoffee, @biblionaturalist and uhhh literally anyone else who wants to
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nysocboy · 1 year
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Shea Whigham/Dusty Daniels Nude
I saw Shea Whigham in the cast list in every episode of RG Season 3, but until today I figured he played one of Peter's militia men. No, he played Dusty Daniels, the race car driver who plans to leave his $200 million estate to the church of either the Gemstones or their rivals, the Simkins, whichever shows the most sibling affection.
Turns out that Baby Billy has an in with him, since they hooked up in the 1990s. Here they are shown in the midst of a bisexual sex party. You know they're going to kiss at any moment.
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Shea Whigham has over 100 acting credits on the IMDB, including a recurring role on Vice Principals opposite Danny McBride and Walton Goggins, a starring role on Boardwalk Empire, and several installments of the Fast & Furious franchise. He apparently has a gay subtext relationship with Jon Bernthal in Small Engine Repair (2021).
His bare butt is visible in Small Engine Repair (2021) and The Gateway (2021), and there's a brief frontal in Gaslit (2022).
The nude photos are on Righteous Gemstones Boyfriends, Gay Subtexts, and Queer Codes
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indigoraysoflight · 2 years
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Carol’s inner monologue - The Storm, 9x16 
It's supposed to be Carol's inner monologue, but at this point, it’s a ficlet.
Hilltop, after the storm.
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Ezekiel: We made it.
Carol, internally: No, we didn't. Henry isn’t here. Wearing a mask came naturally to me when he was alive. We had walls, we had a son, we had a whole life – away from those dusty blue eyes that seared through my facade. I wanted to raise Henry like I never got to raise Sophia. Give him a life that Sophia, Lizzie, Mica, or Sam never got. That's all that mattered. But that got burned away.
Carol: Did we...?
Carol, internally: After what I went through, 'corny' was really, really nice. Being lighthearted and playful was a welcome change. When he gave me his blessing, I took it and ran. Ran from him. I told myself it was exactly what I needed. That caring deeply about you and our life was enough. But now the fairytale has ended. The storm has passed. Our son is gone. And the fog has finally lifted – I can't pretend anymore.
Carol: ...I'm going to Alexandria in the morning with the others.
Carol, internally: There’s nowhere to hide anymore. Only one person anchored me before the storm and through it. And it wasn’t you. I realize now that it never could be you.
Ezekiel: I know you have to do this, but I'll never stop loving you.
Carol, internally: ...and that's why this is so sad. I was running away from him and my family. And one day, I found myself in a life with you and Henry. It was easier to bullshit with another bullshitter. Raise our boy and hide away in a fairytale. Far away from his dusty blue eyes. Daryl's eyes. The eyes that held me gently despite everything I’d done. The eyes that peeled away layers of bullshit and saw me – all of me. 
My head was in the clouds. It kept me from realizing how much I craved the days when I went to him. How I craved to be outside the walls I had built myself. How his gentle touch, his rumbly "you good?", his earthy scent, and his quiet presence grounded me during those brief visits. Even when I hid from his intense gaze, his eyes held me strongly and effortlessly so I wouldn't lose myself to this mask I wore. And my heart broke a bit more every time I came back to the Kingdom without him by my side. 
Then Henry died, and just like that – the mask shattered.
When I saw our son’s head on that spike, the world around me faded. A distant memory screamed in my ears. I suddenly realized how much Henry looked like her. I felt myself drift into the abyss when his arms gripped me tightly. And his dusty blue eyes locked with mine. The eyes I tried so hard to avoid all these years. They bore into my soul – pained, earnest, pleading but steady. And held on to me desperately before I slipped away. 
'Just look at me. Just look at me.'
And I did. The walls I built crumbled to dust around me, leaving me bare and vulnerable. And my only conscious thought was Daryl. The only one I wanted to see was him. The only one I wanted there with me was him. The only one I wanted to hold me together as I fell apart was him. Daryl. It was always him. He held me together when my world fell apart back at the farm. And he held me together when it fell apart again. His eyes held me gently, and his arms held me tightly, as they carried me through the storm. And he stopped me from slipping away, from being consumed and turned into ashes. 
I can't say what you want to hear. I can’t give you what you want. I never could. I care about you and our fairytale enough not to lie. Because I can't lie anymore. Not to you.
Not to me.
Carol: ...And I'll never regret the fairytale.
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Gif by the brilliant @mcbride​
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wasteland-muses · 1 year
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@courier2lw cont. from (X)
The thanks was met with a noncommittal hum, or maybe huff would better describe the curt sound Boone let out as he shook the guys, West's hand. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate it, hell Boone could count on one hand the amount of time he had gotten a thanks for his work in general, let alone thanks from a passing stranger. He wasn't a people person, he wasn't easy to approach, and that wasn't even including the fact that he worked at night. Only fools traveled at night, and yet Boone had shot his fair share of fools since coming here.
"Boone. Craig. Whatever." Wasn't like they were friends, he didn't need friends. "No place to really buy dinner around here, you'll have to take a rain check." Wait no, that sounded like he was making future plans, Boone wasn't stupid enough to do that, especially not with some random wanderer who did things like messing with radioactive isotopes with the same ease that he fired his rifle. He couldn't afford to get attached, not again. Not after what happened with Clara...
Clara...hm, maybe...maybe this guy was exactly what Boone needed...
"Got more than enough brahmin steaks back at my place. Ain't the best cook, but I make do." More than enough was an understatement, the entire town near up to their damn eyeballs in the meat after that whole little mystery with Dusty McBride's livestock. Boone was especially buried in the stuff, it having been a 'thanks' after he finally managed to shoot the nightkin that had been killing the poor things. No need to mention he had gone out of his way to do it, the McBride's ranch not even visible from his perch in the dino. He just so happened to take his break around the same time the attacks had been happening night after night, it being dumb luck and a full moon's light that allowed him to catch the faint flicker of warped air that signaled someone was using a stealth boy, it tipping the sniper off on just where to take his shot and end the whole thing; nothing more, nothing less. Can't let them think he's nice, that he cares. Not when he was still waiting for his due, and not while he knew at least one of them had something to do with what happened to Carla...
Boone didn't speak after the invitation to his home, his expression as unreadable as ever as he watched West from behind his sunglasses. There was no reason to speak anymore, his offer had been extended, the ball in West's court. If he agreed was when the sniper would open up more, create idle chatter to try and parse out just who this guy was and if he might be able to help him with his problem. That was one good thing about strangers, they might just be the only people in this town he could trust anymore...
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perpetual-fool · 1 year
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I watched Noah Caldwell-Gervais' nine and a half hour retrospective on the entire Fallout franchise. It had some interesting points. Notably, there was the mention of the Interplay-fundamentalism that I fell for back in the day. Broadly, there was a myth being perpetuated that Fallout 1 and 2 were some kind of flawless masterpieces, and Bethesda ruined its good name with Fallout 3. And that's wrong in a couple ways. Interplay themselves ruined Fallout's middling reputation with Brotherhood of Steel. Most people wouldn't be aware of Fallout at all if not for Fallout 3's tremendous success. Lastly, Fallout 1 & 2 aren't that great.
The last point is kind of the weird one. I got sucked into this ideology without having even played the games in question. While my experience with 3 started to chafe after the novelty wore off, it was really just stories about the originals that swayed me. Like, 'you can find secret information about how the fantasy-science works, and then you can confront the big bad with it and convince him that he's wrong!' And that is cool, but most of the game is composed of not-that. I have tried playing a bit of Fallout 1, and aside from the roughness of its age, it's pretty sparse. The world isn't that detailed, characters aren't that deep, the combat and exploration don't have a whole lot to them. It's as if, the experience you're supposed to have is not what the game actually puts in front of you. What the game presents is just a suggestion, and you're supposed to imagine the rest yourself.
That's actually kind of significant. Noah's stories are compelling, and seem like they'd be accurate to a great extent. But he seems to be reading a whole lot into things. Notable there were a couple things he said he liked which I strongly disliked, which boil down to "I wasn't convinced". That could be a generational thing. Like, having one single cow in Arroyo to suggest ranching is a major food source the town was acceptable in 1994, 'cause you didn't have the processing power for an entire herd. But pulling (almost) the same thing in Novac in 2010 isn't, because I know you can do better. I mean, 'generationally', I'm about the same age as Noah. But we were a Nintendo household, so the first game world I really saw was Ocarina of Time; Lon Lon Ranch puts Dusty McBride to shame.
So hypothetically that's just a difference in expectations: I grew up with games that left little to the imagination, he grew up with games that required you to imagine everything.
I think it's more then that though. He's not just doing that with in-game lore, but with developer intent and other out-of-game stuff too. Again, I'm not saying I think he's necessarily wrong, but it's exactly the opposite of what I do. Is everyone else roleplaying irl? Bleh, but I need to avoid thinking about what others might be thinking. That's just going to erode my sanity. Though hypothetically, maybe I have a different way to think about these games? Maybe if I try playing in a different way it won't drive me crazy? But maybe I'd be just imagining a completely different game then. Like, say for New Vegas, the kind of thing that would make sense would be if certain types of weapons and ammo were available in thematically appropriate locations. Like, weapons the NCR uses are available at NCR outposts, energy weapons in places that deal with salvage, etc. Am I just going to pretend that Chet has all the cowboy weapons instead of the smattering of random bullshit that he does? Why not just imagine my own story and forego the game entirely then? Why play games at all?
Anyway. I'm trying out a strategy of being mentally absent as much as possible, so I'm gonna try not to think about it.
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papakhan · 2 years
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can't believe you didn't put johnson nash or dusty mcbride on the food poll
okay mr nash is my bad but in my defense I did put doc Mitchell AND easy pete on there, also sorry dusty mcbride I always forget about you :')
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musicforprogramming · 2 years
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Cycles by Synkro
Taken from the Information EP (2022) on R&S Records
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Joe McBride AKA Synkro has built up a hugely impressive catalogue of releases over the last few years. Via albums and singles for Apollo, Exit Records and his own Synkro Music imprint, the Manchester based producer and sound architect has amassed a dazzling archive of elaborate, emotive and intellectual soundscapes drawing in influences across a spectrum of bass culture and electronica. On the ‘Information’ EP, it’s business as usual, as Synkro deploys four fresh and forward thinking tracks that slither across the genres with ease. From the frantic percussion and dubwise tones of title track ‘Information’ to the absorbing textures and crackling ambience of the beatless opener ‘Cycles’, the attention to detail and the depth of layered sonics across all four tracks afford the listener a truly mesmerising experience. The dusty and dark skank of ‘Signal’ is a real mood piece, whilst ‘Last Breath’ closes the EP drenched in sanguine sentiments.
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aoicourier · 3 months
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November 2nd, 2281
Last night in Novac.
Barely got any sleep last night due to that damn music. I think it's burned into my brain like radiation now. I'll be hearing it for the rest of my life.
As soon as it was light outside, I made my way back to town. I told Manny Vargas that all the problems at REPCONN had been dealt with, and he finally told me what he knew about the man I've been hunting for the past several weeks. For starters, his name. That's right, Pip, I finally have something to call the bastard besides "The Man in the Checkered Coat":
Benny. Benny. Benny, Benny, Benny.
Feels intimate, saying his name. Like we're on first name terms now. Does he even know my name? Did he know who I was when he shot me in the head and dumped my body in a shallow grave? Or was it just business? Was it just about the platinum poker chip I was carrying? Whose orders was he following? There's still so much I don't understand. But I'm getting closer, Benny. You can't run from me forever.
Manny also knew where Benny was travelling to next: Boulder City, straight up Route 93. So that's where we're headed next.
I decided to take the rest of the day to rest up and heal from my lingering injuries, and ended up bumping into a pair of local ranchers: Alice McBride, and her husband Dusty. They were having trouble with someone shooting up their livestock around midnight every night. Boone and I spent the rest of the day relaxing, and then headed back out to the ranch just before midnight. The culprit was another one of those invisible blue mutants that had driven the Bright Brotherhood into a corner. We gunned him down, and I found a bizarre manifesto on his person talking about the brahmin screaming inside his head when he closed his eyes, keeping him awake every night until he decided to start killing them one at a time. I can sympathise to an extent, after last night.
Dusty paid us a fistful of caps and gave us ten frozen steaks for our trouble. And with that, our business in Novac is concluded. At first light, we leave for Boulder City, and Benny.
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newcountryradio · 3 months
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New Country 27e jaargang  #T1233 (S792) (C36)van 10 juni 2024  (wk 24) uitzending op Smelne fm & Crossroads Country Radio
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Album van de week:  Kameron Marlowe – Keepin’The Lights On     
Classic album: Hank Williams jr -  Five-O        1985
Hits of the Year : 1995
Maandfavoriet : Kaitlin Butts - Roadrunner
Maandartiest : Alabama    
3 in 1: Brooks & Dunn         
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Alabama – 40 Hour Week  (for a livin’)    *maandartiest
Luke Bryan – Play It Again    #1  10 jaar
Megan Moroney - Never Left Me (From Twisters The Album)
Luke Combs - The Man He Sees In Me
Jackson Dean - Big Blue Sky
Ashley McBride – The Devil I Know  60
Conner Smith ft Hailey whitters – Roulette On The Heart  59
Tucker Wetmore – Wind Up Missin’ You 54
Bailey Zimmerman – Where It End    #1.
Kameron Marlowe - I Can Run   Album vd week
Kameron Marlowe - 911
Dolly Parton – Heartbreaker     Entertainer    1978
Shania Twain – Any Man Of Mine 1995
Lee Brice – More Than A Memory
Merle Haggard – Movin’ On    
Kaitlin Butts - Roadrunner. favoriet 
Gabby Barrett – God, Money  Love sofi
Hank Williams jr - I'm for Love.   classic album
Hank Williams jr -  Ain't Misbehavin'  classic album
Terri Clark – Poor Poor Pitiful Me  ft Lainey Wilson.
Bailey Zimmerman -Holy Smokes.
Brooks & Dunn – A Man This Lonely      (3 in 1)  
Brooks & Dunn – Believe
Brooks & Dunn - Cowgirls Don’t Cry
Kameron Marlowe -Strangers   Album
Morgan Wallen - Born With A Beer In My Hand  #1 album.
Zach Bryan – Pink Skies
Gringo Pistoleros - That's How I Got to Memphis
Vincent Mason - Can’t Just Be Me.
Jenny Don’t The Spurs – Jealous Heart
Stickers –   Girl In A Pickup Truck. (trucksong)
Alabama – There’s No Way      maandartiest
Willie Nelson – Dusty Bottles    juweeltje
Willie Nelson – Many A Long and Lonesome Highway   vw
Kameron Marlowe – Tennessee Don’t Mind   album
Jesse Daniel -  When Your Tomorrow's In The Past (feat. Jodi Lyford).
Hayfever – Moody River  - Dutch corner
Men of the Village  - Another Start.   Dutch corner
No Saint - Only One Cowboy
Clint Black – Summers Coming   #5 1994
John Michael Montgomery I Can Love You Like That  #4
John Michael Montgomery Sold #3
George Strait – Check Yes Or No  #2 1994
Tim McGraw – I Like It I Love It    #1 1994
Lost Dog Street Band – Last Train
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Men Of the village
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thedustyrosesmusic · 1 year
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Who are The Dusty Roses?
The original Line up of the Indie rock, synth driven band was led by Lead singer and rhythm player Andy Martinez. Joshua Arellano produced solid bass lines along with the perfect grooves from the time keeper on drums, Joseph Melliz. Nadia McBride, crisp on the keyboard leads, back up, and main vocals. It all begin pre pandemic when ideas begun at home. Andy met Joseph in middle school, 2005. Later meeting Josh in 2008 at the same high school in Bellflower. Nadia was later introduced in 2018 with impressive skills on the piano and synths, quickly adapting. In 2020 the first Ep was worked on and recorded at Audio Mech Productions. The Dusty Roses have played in Long Beach local venues. Such as The Pike and Claire's in Manhattan beach.
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mitsybubbles · 4 years
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Lesbian Daisy Whitman. Lesbian old lady Gibson. He/him Lesbian Dusty McBride. Bisexual Ada Strauss. Bisexual Cliff Briscoe. Trans Ranger Andy. Gay Nobark Noonan. there is one cishet in novac and that’s jeanie may
HELL YEAH,,
(Manny’s canonically gay, and then Demisexual Biromantic Boone and Pansexual Carla? :0 )
Also I know she wears a dress in canon but like my gut says Daisy would have butch energy? Like wearing leather jackets/pilot jackets when she was younger n’ stuff? :0
Now I’m really debating redesigning that dress lmao fhsndjsd
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madman-of-amargosa · 7 years
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justdiptych · 2 years
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Townsfolk of Novac, from Fallout: New Vegas - Manny Vargas, Alice & Dusty McBride, Ranger Andy, and Old Lady Gibson.
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singeratlarge · 3 years
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the Arc de Triomphe, Theda Bara, Melvin Belli, Lloyd Bochner, Clara Bow, David Bowie’s ELEPHANT MAN stage play (1980), Ken Burns, Charlie Christian, Irwin Corey, Stephen Dorff, Neil Doughty (REO Speedwagon), Sanjay Dutt, Dag Hammarskjöld, my friend guitarist Dusty Hanvey (Grass Roots), the superb singer-songwriter and guitar hero Bryn Haworth, Geddy Lee, Paavo Lötjönen, Jim Marshall “The Father of Loud,” Martina McBride, Wanyá Morris (Boyz II Men),William Powell, Rodney Allen Rippy, Patti Scialfa, Elizabeth Short, John Sykes (Thin Lizzy), Alexis de Tocqueville, Thelma Todd, Wil Wheaton, and my friend and advisor, composer-pianist Mike Garson. Chick Corea said, "Mike doesn't just play the piano. He eats it!" Mike has played with the “who’s who” of classical, jazz, and rock,, but he is best known as David Bowie’s long-time pianist. I'm grateful that Mike popped a solo in for me on my song "Night Garden" Meanwhile, HB Mike, and many more!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KanYucaQUk
#MikeGarson #DavidBowie #happybirthday #brynhaworth #dustyhanvey #grassroots #johnnyjblair #nightgarden #ericbiondo #beyondo
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