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dankalbumart · 1 year
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Dig Your Own Hole by The Chemical Brothers Freestyle Dust / Virgin / Astralwerks 1997 Big Beat / Breakbeat / Techno / Psychedelic Rock / Funky Breaks / Trip Hop / Acid House / House / Neo-Psychedelia / Tech-House / Alternative Dance
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arcadebroke · 7 months
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funkypatoche · 2 years
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stellarspecter · 1 year
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@pscentral event 20: antagonists ↳ THE LORDS IN BLACK in NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE
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inquissien · 2 days
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Dragon babysitter
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lights-at-night-art · 24 days
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my prophet and me
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bazedjunkiii · 2 years
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thursday. get locked.
www.radioflouka.com
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calmparticles · 9 months
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Happy new year 1997! 🎉🍾
I'm meaning. 2023.9999999999999999999!!!!!!! 🎉🍾
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thevalleyisjolly · 4 months
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I like to imagine that every so often, Caleb and Essek go on vacation which entirely consists of two weeks of Essek trying to brute force teleport them into Aeor so that Caleb can have another go at that necromantic gem in the pillar.
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himbionn · 22 days
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I'll spend my days so close to you
cause if I'm stood here, then I'm stood here
and I'll stand here
I'll stand here with you
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dankalbumart · 1 year
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Surrender by The Chemical Brothers Freestyle Dust / Virgin / Astralwerks 1999 Big Beat / Techno / House / Neo-Psychedelia / Breakbeat / Progressive House / Funky Breaks
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little-pondhead · 2 years
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Bruce was being watched. Again.
He didn’t know where it was coming from, and that was a problem at the moment. He was hosting another gala, intent on putting on the “Bruice Wayne” mask for the public. None of his children were attending, unfortunately, but everything was going okay so far.
Then he kept feeling a cool breeze on the back of his neck. His hairs stood on end, and he shivered randomly. Someone mentioned that he looked cold. But Bruce wasn’t cold. He was Batman! Batman is never bothered by something stupid like the temperature. It just felt like there were multiple pairs of eyes staring at him from all directions.
Bruce tried to catch whoever it was, but when he looked, there was no one there. He even made extra laps around the room, easily slipping between socialites and chatting his way through the crowd. He scanned the tables, checked the stairs, peeked outside, and even snuck at glance at the chandeliers for fuck’s sake! There was nothing. No cameras, no lingering eyes, nothing.
Bruce could feel his heartbeat quicken. There was something in the room. Something dangerous.
Eventually, the source of his anxiety came to him. The gala was small, being in the middle of the off-season for social events. It was a relatively quiet gathering. Still, Bruce flinched when someone tapped his shoulder from behind when he was making another waltz around the room. He turned, and was faced with a boy no older than 16, but no younger than 14. It was hard to tell his age. He wore an ill-fitted navy suit and scuffed dress shoes. His tie was no where to be seen, and the boy had a platter of finger foods balanced in one hand. He hadn’t heard anyone approach at all.
What made Bruce freeze, however, was the fact that the boy looked exactly like the portraits of the young Thomas Wayne that were hanging innocently in the Wayne family home. His crystal blue eyes seemed to glow in the overhead lights as they bore into Bruce. It felt like the boy could see his soul. The air was more chilled than it had been all night, and everything in Bruce’s mind was screaming DANGER!
“Y’know…” Bruce’s breath caught in his throat as the boy spoke. His midwestern accent was heavy, and the boy took a slow moment to polish off a baked feta bite before continuing. “You look like the kinda guy to have a secret basement. The bloody kind. Nice party, though!” With that, the boy disappeared back into the crowd, taking the cold air with him.
Bruce never got out a word.
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Danny sees all the wandering souls and shades attached to Bruce Wayne, and comes to the obvious conclusion that the billionaire is a serial killer.
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funkypatoche · 10 months
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priokskfm · 4 months
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#FREEDOWNLOADS #FREEPROMO #RADIOCHART Dillinger - Cocaine In My Brain (Remixed By Pied Piper) 100% J.A.M.M. REMIXED & REPRODUCED by Pied Piper Скачать: https://ift.tt/xpa4vI5 https://ift.tt/IPZX4bp
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eeriedragone · 21 days
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The Voice of Reason
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avi-draws · 2 years
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Vote Joe Hills for Dogcatcher Tumblr Sexyman!
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