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fleetingwitch · 2 months
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spamton be like im spamton
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chulacola · 3 months
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He's in a sad mood today.
Can't draw anything original atm, might as well redraw old comic panels from pinterest.
Reference below.⬇️
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t-sockz · 4 months
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blargh
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cozylittleartblog · 2 years
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swatchvember: 90′s, rainy day, sleeping
cramming some of these prompts together to be silly <3 they spent a lot of time back then keeping some rich up-and-coming little salesman entertained, he’s one of their best customers. maybe you’ve heard of him...
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taralen · 2 months
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Spamton butt
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POV: It's 1995, not the peak of his career but still in its growth phase, as the BIG SHOT, Spamton G. Spamton, leans against a bar counter, blazer off, and flushed hot with alcohol.
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squibbledawg · 10 months
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ok so google has this website that pretends to track santa each year but for some reason they keep it up all year and on it theres a bunch of games n shit and one of them is a canvas and my 1 braincell fired up and then
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autisticiyami · 4 months
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past life art fo today ig
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s1lly-gh02tz · 7 months
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Spamtober😛
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godteri-takk · 10 months
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☎️ No flatline, what were you scared about?
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torchiiko · 3 months
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hey can everyone tell me their fav spamtoncore songs based on How spamtoncore they are & also which era of his life they relate to thanks
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thatonepersonisme · 8 days
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New account where I’ll now be posting all and ONLY spamton stuff 👍👍👍
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That means this account will kinda die so just follow the other one for spamton.
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get-back-homeward · 10 months
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Davidwache Police Station | Painting by Klaus Voormann Prior to being deported, Paul McCartney spends a night in the Davidwache police station.
In the meantime, the final four could start playing [at the Top Ten club] now, and move themselves into the bunk-bed accommodation at the top of the building.c Tony Sheridan was already here, possibly others too, and the Beatles were welcome to shoehorn themselves in. It was neither the Ritz nor the pits. John was the first to move. Then Paul and Pete went back to the Bambi to grab their gear.
The place was in near darkness, as usual. They had to strike a match to see their way about … and then they decided to leave Koschmider a little gift. Pete had a few “spunk bags,” and he and Paul had the idea to hang them on nails in the wall in the long concrete passageway and set light to them. “The place was dank and dark,” says Pete. “They spluttered, they stank, and OK, maybe they singed a tiny bit of tapestry on the wall. It caused nothing but a little smoke and a few scorch marks and then they went out.”41 It was the ultimate fuck you, Bruno, or so they thought.
They got to play one night in the Top Ten, and it seems to have been a good one, pulling business away from the Kaiserkeller, but it was just this one night. Having been shafted once by Eckhorn, when he’d prized away the Jets and Tony Sheridan from the Kaiserkeller, Koschmider wasn’t going to sit back and let it happen again. He might also have guessed the Beatles would make some grand gesture for his “benefit”—they could even have hinted of it—because an inspection was made of the Bambi’s rooms very quickly. When the stinkende qualmende Piedeltüten were found, he decided to form the view it was an attempt to burn down his cinema, and informed the police.
The chronology of events over the next twenty-four hours is rife with confusion and contradiction, but may have gone something like this. Paul was picked up by the police while walking along the Reeperbahn, taken by car to the Davidwache police station (two hundred meters from the Top Ten) and locked in a cell. Pete and John were also arrested. Koschmider didn’t know which of them was responsible for the “attempted arson,” so the Polizei rounded them all up. As Stuart wrote in a letter back to Liverpool a few days later:
I am living in the lap of luxury and contentment. Better than the cell I spent a night in last week. I was innocent this time though accused of arson—that is, setting fire to the Kino (cinema) where we sleep. I arrive at the club and am informed that the whole of Hamburg Police are looking for me. The rest of the band are already locked up, so smiling and very brave on the arm of Astrid, I proceed to give myself up. At this time I’m not aware of the charge. All my belongings, including spectacles, are taken away and I’m led to a cell where without food or drink I sat for six hours on a very wooden bench, the door shut very tight. I fall asleep at two in the morning. I signed a confession written in Deutsch that I knew nothing about a fire, and they let me go.42
John was also allowed to go. It was now clear who’d done the dirty deed, and for them the ordeal continued; Paul would always remember the little one-way peephole in the door of their detention room, through which he sensed they were watched. It seems he and Pete were then allowed to leave, but a few hours later—early the following morning—they were dragged out of their Top Ten bunk beds and interviewed a second time. Pete suggests they were taken to Hamburg’s main prison at Fühlsbuttel, Paul remembers it being “the Rathaus … it doesn’t mean rat house, it just felt like one.” They were interviewed by an official of the Bundeskriminalamt (Federal CID), one Herr Gerkins, and it was definitely inadvisable to snigger. Instead, they requested permission to contact the British Embassy, like people did in the films, and were refused; then they were taken for a car ride. “We tried our best to persuade him it was nothing,” Paul says, “and he said, ‘OK fine, well you go with these men.’ And that was the last we knew of it. We just headed out with these couple of coppers. And we were getting a bit ‘Oh dear, this could be the concentration camps’—you never know. It hadn’t been that long [since the war].”43
Criminal charges were not pressed, but Koschmider, inevitably, had the last laugh. It wasn’t a camp to which Paul and Pete were being taken, but the airport—and in handcuffs, according to Stuart. They were being deported, and banned from reentering Germany unless they lodged an appeal within a month. Auf Wiedersehen, Piedels! Handed their passports at the gate, they were put on the London plane, set to fly for the first time in their lives. It then got even tastier for Koschmider because Eckhorn was billed for at least part of the cost of the plane tickets. Bruno must have been rubbing his hands with joy.
—Tune In, Ch. 17 (Oct 1–Dec 31, 1960)
Sources: 41 Author interview, March 7, 1985. Pete says (Beatle!, p72) there were four rubbers and always speaks of them in plural, Paul speaks of one. 42 December 12, 1960, sent to Ken Horton. This letter provides the only suggestion that John was arrested in the roundup; he’s not mentioned in other accounts. 43 Interview by Paul Gambaccini, Rolling Stone, June 12, 1979. Rathaus means “city hall.” Instead of the main prison at Fühlsbuttel, it’s more likely Paul and Pete were taken to the remand prison near St. Pauli called Untersuchungsgefängnis (easier done than said).
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chulacola · 4 months
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An early Valentines Day piece. Added a second color version.
The pose is based on a pinup image from pinterest.
Enjoy!
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germpills · 2 years
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windows XP
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tvlandofficial · 1 year
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the "New" Divorcees
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prinprime · 30 days
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In another world you stopped before the line that cannot be uncrossed. In another world you passed the test of faith, of goodness, of sacrifice. In another world you laid yourself on the alter, rather than accept the role of executioner. killing in its stead the animal inside you that would have thrashed and bucked.
In another world you are charming but cautious, mysterious but alluring. Honest exactly when you least expect it And caught exactly when you can't afford it. In another world you finally earn it- In another world love saves you. You are the hero you wanted to be, and the story is not a tragedy. In another world, in another world
but not this one. Here
he will kill you. And you will deserve it. You will apologize while he does it he will not forgive you.
Wanting was not enough, You cannot overcome the thing they made you, And you cannot be forgiven.
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