#runnin-with-the-devil

[y4k4mi]

pull my devil trigger

[bayareabadboy]

46 years ago today, Van Halen released "Runnin' With The Devil," the second single from their self-titled debut album. With Eddie Van Halen's "Eruption" on the B-side, the single peaked at #84 on the Billboard Hot 100, helping the LP obtain platinum status later that year. 🤘

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🎃Oc Halloween Challenge 2022 🎃Day Five: Sci-Fi Horror

Featuring my Stranger Things Oc Benjamin Hopper

When boyfriends Ben and Eddie see a comet crash outside their sleepy small town, they investigate and discover a pack of murderous aliens who look very much like circus clowns. They try to warn the local authorities, but everyone assumes their story is a prank. Meanwhile, the clowns set about harvesting and eating as many people as they can. It’s up to Ben and Eddie to stop the clowns murderous rampage. 

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[nordicfatcheese]

u guys ever get really specific music hyperfixations that make your playlist No Big Deal, Song of Durin (acapella), and Warhammer 40,000 Darktide Main Theme, in that order, for like 2 weeks

[fuckyeahvanhalen86-95]

Dweezil Zappa is most well-known for his association with the music of his father, the late electric guitar hero Frank Zappa.

Somewhat less well-known, though, is his association with Eddie Van Halen, who he got to know – at the ripe age of 12 – through his dad. Van Halen took a liking to the young Zappa, and even produced his first ever recording, My Mother Is a Space Cadet.

As if that wasn't cool enough, Van Halen also gifted Zappa one of his guitars, a 1982 Kramer that still occupies pride of place in Zappa's extensive collection.

Recently, Zappa pulled the Kramer out of its case for the first time in "years," and had a go at playing what else Eruption, on it. Luckily for us, he filmed the run-through for social media.

Needless to say, it's clear that the Kramer still has some mojo in it. Of course, Zappa's tapping and immaculate pickwork are pretty darn good, too.

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"In 1982, Edward Van Halen gave me a Kramer Star guitar," Zappa wrote on Instagram. "I used it to record My Mother Is A Space Cadet, and it was also the guitar I used when I first played onstage with my dad at the London Hammersmith Odeon."

"I pulled it out of the case for the first time in years and tried to play Eruption on it."

Perhaps cooler than the guitar itself (not a low bar to clear, mind you) is the story of how it changed hands.

A 12-year-old Zappa, the story goes, was set to play at a school talent show with his band. They were rehearsing their song of choice – Van Halen's seminal Runnin’ with the Devil – when Eddie Van Halen himself turned up at their rehearsal.

“I’m not only playing one chord wrong – but my guitar’s not staying in tune,” Zappa recalled to Gibson in a 2021 interview.

Seeing the trouble, Van Halen proceeded to drive home and return with a Kramer.

“Originally it was cream-colored with an orange lightning bolt, like Shazam,” Zappa explained. “He brings that guitar back and he puts it on me and he says, ‘You’re playing it wrong.’ And he stands behind me, he counts it off with the kids and he does the picks slides, the whole thing. It was the craziest experience.”

The next day, Zappa went on, “I called him and thanked him and said, ‘Hey, if you want to come grab your guitar…’ And he said, ‘No, you can keep that guitar.’”

“So I kept the guitar, I painted it, this was my homage to the Schwinn bicycle-style painting of Van Halen-esque guitars. I painted it when I was 13.”

[alexandreakarev]

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[wranglens]

tags 1.0 .

╰ ゜OUT OF CHARA.  *  NOT ANOTHER GOD DAMN HICK KAT. ╰ ゜SAVE.  *  THIS IS MINE NOW ! GET YOUR OWN ! ╰ ゜OUT OF CHARACTER.  *  STARTER CALL. ╰ ゜IN CHARACTER.  *  STARTER. ╰ ゜IN CHARACTER.  *  THREAD. ╰ ゜OUT OF CHARACTER.  *  ANSWERED. ╰ ゜IN CHARACTER.  *  ANSWERED. ╰ ゜OUT OF CHARACTER.  *  DASH COMMENTARY.

╰ ゜STUDY.  *  RENEGADE REBEL WITH A PEDAL TO THE FLOOR. ╰ ゜MUSING.  *  DOWN THE SAME OLD DEAD END HIGHWAY. ╰ ゜MANNERISM.  *  SCARED OF NOTHIN &. SCARED TO DEATH. ╰ ゜HEADCANON.  *  I KEEP CHASIN THAT SAME OLD DEVIL. ╰ ゜SKILLS.  *  THE SAME RED RIVER TRIED TO DROWN ME. ╰ ゜AESTHETIC.  *  RIDIN IN ON THE WIND AND RAIN. ╰ ゜ART.  *  WHEN WHISKEY BURNS &. THE NICOTINE HITS. ╰ ゜MUSIC.  *  I PRAY FOR PEACE BUT I NEED THE THRILL. ╰ ゜SELF PROMO.  *  TELL THE SUNSHINE TO TAKE A BREAK. ╰ ゜PROMO.  *  JUST THE WHISTLE OF A LONG BLACK TRAIN. ╰ ゜MEME.  *  CARRY ME AWAY LIKE THE MISSISSIPPI ROLLS. ╰ ゜WISHLIST.  *  ROLLIN TWENTY ONE WITH AN ACE &. QUEEN. ╰ ゜EDITS.  *  RUNNIN OFF THE EDGE THEY SAY I'M A WRECK. ╰ ゜CRACK.  *  I KEEP RUNNIN BUT I'M STANDIN STILL. ╰ ゜QUEUE.  *  AIN'T NO LOVE IN OKQUEUEHOMA.

[myimaginaryradio]

Runnin' With The Devil - Van Halen - 1978

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🎃Oc Halloween Challenge 2022 🎃Day Four: Monster Horror

Featuring my Stranger Things Oc Benjamin Hopper

Ben couldn’t take more of this. This curse he apparently has with death. 

First there was Sara, then his Dad, Donald and now Eddie.

It seemed like anyone that Ben ever loved with cursed to die. But Ben couldn’t accept it anymore. Eddie had worked so hard to fix the pieces of his shattered heart only to break it by sacrificing himself.

Well, Ben couldn’t accept that, before he died Donald was researching a place in Ludlow, Maine where there is a mysterious burial ground hidden deep in the woods that could bring back the dead. 

So, without letting anyone know, he took Eddie’s body and headed there, not knowing what he was about to do would probably be the most fatal mistake of his life.

“Why are you crying Benny Boy?” the familiar voice Ben had been so desperate to hear again.

“Eddie!” Ben gasped looking up from his lap seeing that his once dead boyfriend was ‘alive’ again.

Alive was probably a far stretch, dirt was still matted into his hair and soaked into his clothes from being buried. Mixed with dry blood from the open wounds he received from the Demo bats eating him. 

But the rough, disgusting look didn’t mean much to Ben since he scrambled up from the ground and wrapped his arms around him, putting his face into his chest. 

“I couldn’t lose you Eddie” Ben sobbed into the others chest, gripping onto the tattered shirt. He then felt a hand brushing the top of his hair.

“Shhh you’re okay now Benny...I won’t let you be alone ever again” it said soothingly disguised with the familiarity of the man he had been deeply in love with. 

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[the-uncursed-one]

Do y’all think it’s unhealthy to simp for fictional characters for a prolonged period of time? If so, I’m the least healthy person on this planet.

[fuckyeahvanhalen86-95]

It's not that David Lee Roth's vocals on Van Halen staple "Runnin' With the Devil" aren't and haven't always been amazing, but you've never heard them quite like this. You can blame song saboteur There I Ruined It for this new audio crime scene.

There I Ruined It plays with all kinds of audio to make strange mash-ups and song mutations that are generally annoying. Like inserting the vocals to Survivor's "Eye of The Tiger" over some warble-ly piano music for "Amazing Grace." Slowed down, pitch corrected way up, it's ugly. Then again, There I Ruined It's slug line is "I lovingly destroy your favorite songs." So be it.

The manipulator has now played with the isolated vocals of "Runnin' With the Devil" by Roth (which are readily available on the internet and have been for quite some time) for a new creation. This one is unique for its subtractions, however, as opposed to adding a new, terrible piece to the mix. Gone are all the actual lyrics to "Runnin With the Devil," but what stayed in are Roth's signature punctuations in the piece. The "non-word" parts. The whoops, ahh-yahs, shrieks, woooo-hooos, and more.

Check it out below. Try not to laugh! Good luck. And then try not to laugh at a few more There I Ruined It songs. Like Limp Bizkit's "Break Stuff" mashed-up with "The Hokey Pokey." And Eminem's "Without Me" as bluegrass. Complete with barnyard sound effects. It's great.

[0firstlast1]

> Language: en-US:

I wasn't born in a manger nor did I have a golden cradle, it was a simple cradle painted white, maybe used, a newborn doesn't care about that, ...

Until now God has not returned my motorcycle that was stolen, so God is not good for anything useful, God is manure without nutrients.

I don't-know-who, I don't-know-where, thank you for the unnecessary suffering, ... A happy nothing to you and your family are Lucifèr's most sincere null wishes.

> Idioma: pt-BR:

Eu não nasci em uma manjedoura nem tive um berço de ouro, era um berço simples pintado de branco, talvez usado, um recém nascido não está nem aí para isso, ...

Até agora Deus não devolveu a minha motocicleta que foi furtada, portanto Deus não serve para coisa alguma útil, Deus é um esterco sem nutrientes.

Não-sei-quem, não-sei-onde, obrigado pelo sofrimento desnecessário, ... Um feliz coisa alguma para você e sua família são os mais sinceros votos nulos do LucìféR.

[eupheme]

Um I don't know if anyone's requested this yet but uh.... The Ghoul x Reader cockwarming? 😳 Maybe she's being punished and has to sit in his lap... And we all know how patient Cooper can be.

oooh omg yes!! 👀💖 I couldn’t stop thinking about this!!

— he’s a demon, he’s a devil

cooper howard | the ghoul x f!reader

rated e | 900 words

tags: power dynamics, cock warming, begging, mirrors, punishment, references to rough piv & overstim

“Stop your squirmin’.”

Cooper’s voice is harsh - a hot fan of breath in your ear, as his fingers tighten against your hips, “Supposed to be your punishment, for runnin' off like that.”

Too curious, too foolhardy. You hadn’t meant to leave his sight, but the pull of the empty house and the possibility of food inside had been too great.

He had been furious with you - bared teeth and snarling when you’d nearly upset a nest of radscorpions.

“Teach you a little somethin’ about patience.”

Teeth nip at your neck, then - a reminder to pay attention to what he’s telling you. Knowing that your mind is currently more occupied with much more pressing matters.

Like how he has your thighs spread wide, hooked over is. Unmoving for some unknown amount of time now - you’re not sure if it’s been minutes, or if time has been creeping closer to an hour.

It’s almost as if time has no meaning for him. As if it stopped ticking a long time ago.

Content to keep you here, just like this.

But all you can think about is the thick stretch of him inside you. Stuffing you to the brim while three fingers tuck against possessively against your cunt.

Two split to frame, the middle pressed right up against the tight, slick bud of your clit. Just enough pressure to keep you leaking around him, wound up.

Pinching, whenever you move. A silent warning.

You wonder if he can feel your pulse. The rapid racing of your heart, how it flutters behind your ribs. How much you need him.

The rough texture of his skin nudges against your walls each time you squirm - an effort to feel him move, just a little. Exactly what he was scolding you about now.

It’s not your fault. You’re not used to this.

Too used to him taking. Cruel thrusts that seem to carve you out from the inside, only so he can fill you himself.

Bruises that match the grip of his fingers, denting your skin. The too much of him giving you one, and then another, and the one more - just to hear the way you beg, only to turn around and sob with overstimulation.

This withholding - it is more torture than you can say.

Your toes curl inside your boots. Fingers pinching against your bare thighs, nails biting into your palms until they leave crescent-moon marks.

Trying to ignore the brush of his broad chest against your back as he breathes. The rough sound of it in your ear, making you shiver - resting the urge to clench down around him, because he will feel it and he will know.

Even trying to distract yourself brings no relief.

The room is plain - yellowed peeling wallpaper, a sun-bleached floor, broken furniture. The patterns all ones your eyes have already grown tired of tracing over.

Always going back to tipped-over vanity against the wall, the mirror spider-web cracked in its frame. It’s impossible not to look into it, at your angle.

To be drawn to it.

To the spread of his thighs reflected within, the lean stretch of his legs in the oversized chair. Fractures of where he splits you open. The broad cup of his weathered hand. The thick base of him, his sack beneath hanging full and shining with your slick, where it’s dripped down from your pussy.

Seven years bad luck, and right now it feels like you’re the one that broke it.

His fingers twitch and you can’t bite the soft moan back, as it slips from your throat. The slightest buck of your hips before the hand at your waist tightens. Pinning you firmly against him with a growled-out warning.

“Don’t make me start over.”

The thought of that has your heart plummeting, your words coming in a rush.

“No, I’ll be good. I’m sorry-” You beg, voice pitching up with your whine.

He clicks his tongue, and you swear you can almost feel him throb inside you.

“Are you, now? ‘m not so sure.” He rasps, “Can feel just how much your cunt wants to squeeze me. She’s aching’ for it’, ain’t she?”

A low drawl, as his fingers press slightly against you again in a cruel tease. Trying to coax you into moving again, though this time you try hard to stay still.

But you still can’t help the desperation that tinges your words, the syllable drawn-out.

“Please-”

The hum he makes is paired with a long sigh of mock-disappointment. As if this is torture, in any way, for him. As if he’s not getting off to it.

Just how needy you are for him. Testing the limits of your obedience.

“Maybe when I see some tears leakin’, sweetheart.” Cooper husks, his drawl making each word come out syrupy-slow. Sealing your fate.

“Then I’ll know you’ve learned somethin’.”

The ragged sound you make is pathetic.

Eyes flitting to the mirror again, and they meet his this time - a kaleidoscope of hazel in the cracked pieces of glass.

Where he’s been keeping an eye on you this whole time. Each greedy glance at where you’re joined, every shift of your hips.

Cooper hums, a rough sound of amusement, when he sees your expression. A silent answer with the tilt of his head, a sharp peek of teeth.

It tells you that you can whine all you want.

He’s got all fuckin’ day.

thank you so much for sending this in!! so perfect for him! 💖