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upontherisers · 2 years

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oc introduction: meet ‘em in the skies

hey y’all! this is a semi-formal introduction post to the women of meet ‘em in the skies, my Band of Brothers universe. thanks to @mercurygray and @shoshiwrites for giving me some guidance on how to structure this. my OCs are presented in alphabetical order by first name because that’s how my google doc sorted them. (there are also a lot of them so here’s a read more!)

Anita Kennedy Matthews, 18; from Harvey, IL

Youngest of seven girls, doesn’t often get the chance to be the first in her family to do something. Wants to do more with her life than sit around and wait to get married, so she volunteers for the paratroopers the day after she graduates high school. Loves to swim and go dancing. Dedicated to her friends, happy, and slightly naive. Has an unexpected reunion during training.

Coretta Bailey, 26; from Oakland, CA

A trailblazer. One of the first Black graduates of Scripps College, one of the first Black nurses accepted into the ANC, and the first Black nurse to report to the ETO for duty. Her parents would prefer her to be home, so she placates them by occasionally writing to a pilot she knew growing up, and he writes back, but she hopes no one thinks she’s serious about starting anything. There’s a war on. She’s beauty and she’s grace, refined, eloquent, poised, and determined to serve the men and women of her country to the best of her ability.

Doris “Trip” Davis Danes, 21; from Snowshoe, WV

Grew up hunting and farming in the woods with her younger sister while her father and older brothers worked in the coal mines. Shoots straight, doesn’t miss. Knows how to stick up for herself when threatened. Had to balance being the eldest daughter but the second youngest child with no mother in the house. The Army came and got her when the integration order went into effect. Only went to school through eighth grade.

Dorothy “Dot” Woods, 19; from Chicago, IL

City girl, loves heights. Grew up in the Bronzeville neighborhood of Chicago’s infamous Black Belt, and loved it. Was a NYA kid and ended up as a switchboard operator at a phone company for a year and some change. Her dad fought in the Great War, her older brother’s 4F, so she decides to join up before they try to draft her. She’s willing to do the dirty work in order to win the war. She’s not happy about having to serve with non-Blacks, but she’ll do it.

Eleanor “Ellie” Gibbs, 20; from Billings, MT

Rancher’s daughter. Loves riding horses, knows how to shoot, pitch a tent, and collect freshwater. Used to go on cattle drives with her older brother and her dad. Went to boarding school on the East Coast but was sent back for disciplinary reasons. Wasn’t allowed to follow her brother to the Pacific, so she bribes some stable hands to sneak her out of the house and she joins the paratroopers. She’s a sweet talker with a smile like warm sunshine.

Estelle Brown, 18; from Austin, TX

Replacement who joined up to kick some ass but ended up a medic. She’s trying to roll with it. Was constantly in school-yard scraps and fights with her nine siblings growing up, so she learned to patch up her own cuts and bruises. Competitive dancer, competitive in everything, that’s why it was the paratroopers or nothing for her. She wants to be with the best. She’s as stubborn as they come, fiery, and vibrant. Chews gum like her life depends on it.

Florence “Flo” Kanaka’ole, 20; from Honolulu, HI

Showgirl turned soldier. Was in her family’s tourism business dancing and making crafts, and picked up gigs at some of the sailor’s nightclubs on Waikiki Beach so she could afford to live with some friends. Wanted to join up after Pearl Harbor to protect her homeland, and Army posters appealed to her. No more makeup, dresses, or fake smiles. Makes everyone learn to say her last name correctly. If they can say Eisenhower, they can say hers. Loves to sing ‘Ōlelo songs and she’ll dance for everyone when she’s drunk. Best friends with Frankie.

Frances “Frankie” Wilson, 19; from Baltimore, MD

Joins up because she’s bored. Her husband is off being a hotshot pilot in the Pacific, and she’s bored in her in-law’s house, getting no action—combat or physical. Quits her seamstress apprenticeship to join the paratroopers because she wants a challenge. Her good looks and perfectly tailored uniforms can be deceiving. Feisty, foul-mouthed, funny, and a shameless flirt. Will tailor your uniforms for money, doesn’t really care how much. Best friends with Flo.

Georgina M. Webster, 20; from Harlem, NY

Comes from an illustrious pedigree, constantly name drops her parents’ acquaintances and some of the people she knew in her youth. Wants everyone to know she’s a Radcliffe student but refuses to explain what that means to anyone who doesn’t already understand. Incredibly smart, whip quick wit, regularly complains about the poor quality of everything that the Army provides. Has no bedside manner. Storms every room she walks into.

Gloria “Glory” Davies, 19; from Memphis, TN

A gentle, sweet Southerner. Kind, soft-spoken, humble, not a mean bone in her body. Oldest of eight, dropped out of high school to help her parents run their restaurant. Wanted to join up when the war started, but was too afraid to leave her family for the unknown. Eventually worked up the courage and met Easy Company at Ft. Bragg. Loves music but is too shy to sing in front of others. Quickly becomes a favorite of Col. Sink’s.

Jeanne “Jeannie” Carmichael, 19; from Fruitland, GA

Comes to the Army with no strings attached. No family, no friends, no address. Just the clothes she has on and the few belongings in her bag. A quick learner, thinks fast on her feet, incredibly strong, good with her hands. Good memory on account that she can’t read. Has yet to learn how to people. Knows nothing of the world outside of her tiny farm town, and has to adjust to people with morals different than hers.

Josephine “Joey” O’Shaughnessy, 25; from Boston, MA

A red-headed fury. Is trying to get some heat off of her back after an incident at OCS by shaping her platoon into the best the Army has ever seen. Doesn’t have the time or patience to care about individual feelings, but always takes the time to help a soldier she sees struggling with a task. Refuses to leave a man behind. Believes in raising the lowest common denominator. Proud graduate of Spelman College. Best friends with Lil.

Lillian “Lil” Sikes Linetti, 22; from Atlantic City, NJ

Howard University Alumni. Got married at 18 and struggled to be a housewife after college. Believes the Army will give her something to do with her education and will give her space from her husband. The middle of five children all serving in the Armed Forces. Has always wanted to travel. Has a knack for maps and navigation. Mom friend, gets worried sometimes. Doesn’t put up with shenanigans. Best friends with Joey.

Matilda “Mattie” James, 17; from Pahokee, FL

Grew up as a migrant worker. Taught herself to sing and read music, soloist at her church, former music teacher. Wants to help her family move to Pittsburgh, where the Black community is growing and her dad’s family lives. Doesn’t tell her family that she’s joining up, or that she’s going with the paratroopers for the extra pay. Wants to fight so that her younger brothers won’t have to. Second youngest company member, and she’ll go after you if you bring it up. Wants to be treated like an adult. Faith is important to her.

Rose Robinson, 27; from San Francisco, CA

Though a New Yorker by birth, she spent her childhood and adolescence between San Francisco and Paris. Attended the Emma Willard School and Vassar College. Speaks several languages, loves baseball, and art. Joining up with the OSS puts her in close contact with her good friend Lewis Nixon over the course of the war.

Victoria “Bertie” Adams Albert, 19; from Green Bay, WI

Joins up when a recruiter comes into her family’s camera shop and asks if anyone would like to join the APS. Believes in telling stories honestly and truthfully. Will run directly into the line of fire for a picture. Easy to tease, but easy to apologize to. A bit idyllic, naive, young, in over her head at points. Trusts people in authority. Babbles when she’s nervous. Tries to use her camera as a shield but gets too attached anyway.

if you have any questions or would like to know more about any of them, please don’t hesitate to send me a message or send in an ask!

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victoriadallonfan · 5 months

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- Flare 2.5

Yamada is CLEARLY showing favoritism to Victoria!

Look at what happens when Riley Davis (the artist formerly known as Bonesaw) swears!

- From Within 16.12

We even have an artist depiction of the attack!!!

#parahumans #wildbow #ward #ward web serial #victoria dallon #antares #wardblr #glory girl #jessica yamada #worm #riley davis #bonesaw #the simpsons #bart simpson #homer simpson

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dayas · 1 month

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okay you asked for it. The short essay of Unsaid Emily being the kids version of One Song Glory.

First off let’s start with Luke and Roger as a whole. With One Song Glory Roger sings about finding that perfect song before he’s gone. With Unsaid Emily, it’s the perfect song now that Lukes gone. At their cores One Song Glory and Unsaid Emily are about life’s regrets and the things that are now impossible for Roger and Luke to do.

But then their impossibles happen and they find the other song, because of Julie and Mimi.

I just need everyone to see this 😭😭😭

MY BRAIN JUST BLEW UPPPPPP

#erin your mind >>>>>>>#unsaid emily #one song glory #jatp #julie and the phantoms #rent #okay well i’m gonna spend the rest of the day sobbing my eyes out #so thanks for that #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#broadway #musicals #mimi marquez #roger davis #luke patterson #julie molina

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paloma-ascends-into-hellfire · 5 days

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as per my friend’s request, can someone draw roger from rent with a flute looking angrily at the camera?

#rent #rent musical #rent the musical #roger rent #rent roger #roger davis #one song glory #musical theatre #musical theater #broadway #broadway musicals #jonathan larson #adam pascal #live theatre #stage musical

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theoscarisaaccharacters · 25 days

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[Introduction]

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Hello everyone! This content blog is about the oscar isaac characters, but there's only a little bit characters about them. Since i don't really know much stuff about other movies about oscar isaac, but i hope you'll like the blog about this stuff. Also you could ask some characters even if its 18+nsfw its okay just be respectful please? And we'll answer! That is all i have to say, bye byyee!

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The characters:

Steven Grant - moon knight

Marc Spector - moon knight

Jake Lockley - moon knight

Shiv - Pu-239

Victoriano Ramirez - for greater glory

Nathan Bateman - ex machina

Kane - annihilation

Rydal Keener - two faces of January

Llewyn Davis - inside llewyn davis

Jonathan levy - scenes from marriage

Santiago Garcia - triple frontier

Blue Jones - sucker punch

Poe damaeron - star wars

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WARNING

*Swear Words

*Dirty Talks

*Brutal & violence

#Oscar isaac characters #Roleplay Blog #Moon knight #For greater glory #Ex machina #Sucker punch #Star wars #Pu-239 #Annihilation #Two faces of January #Triple frontier #Scenes from marriage #inside llewyn davis

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davincsoo · 4 months

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Do you ever just wish you were a fly on the wall of whatever room Gdragon was in when he found out about Jonghyun? I don't mean for this to sound asshole-ish, but like genuinely... Because he talked an awful lot of shit about a man he never took even a moment to get to know. He shit on an entire groups songwriter because he didn't care enough to do his research. Like do you think he regrets what he said about him? Do you think he wishes that he could take it back, or even wishes he could have gotten to know him? Just some food for thought ig.

#not even going to tag this with their names because i dont want gd's fan blowing me up with asks and replies.#davi things #i just get a sour taste in my mouth when i think about that interview gd did #saying that atleast his group writes thwir own songs #honey have you ever had your songs that youve written for other artists blow up and not even take the glory for it because thats not why #you did it #like im so sour #he didnt have to say that shit and yet he did #so genuninely #does he regret everything he said?

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upontherisers · 2 years

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september prompts, week 1

i'm doing a once-a-day exercise with these prompts for the month of september. the first week is done and i'm proud of myself for writing something every day without skipping, and i'm excited for the rest of the month. the blurbs are all centered around meet 'em in the skies and can be found under the read more.

day 1 - coffee smell (282)

Glory glided around the Battalion office, rifling through drawers and shoving papers into a file on an errand for Sink. Carwood got lost watching her as his mind wandered to images of her in her old life, doing similar motions in a completely different world.

He pictured her parents’ diner, in its yellow and green. He could hear the clatter of utensils against plates, the lively conversation of the breakfast rush, the ding of the bell over the door. Chairs scraped against the checkerboard linoleum while bacon sizzled away on the griddle, the smell wafting across the dining area and mixing with the scent of strong black coffee that permanently floated in the air.

He saw Glory in her uniform: a sunshine yellow dress that fit like a glove, a white, spotless apron tied around her waist, and no notebook for taking orders—she had the entire menu down by heart. She glided effortlessly between tables, stopping to chat with patrons and check on everyone’s meals. How we doin’, folks? Good? I’m glad to hear it. He could be sitting in one of those booths, scanning the paper as she made her rounds. She’d smile at him as she passed him, maybe put a hand on his shoulder. Maybe…

“Lieutenant Lipton?”

Her voice pulled him back into the room, and he blinked away his daydream while his fellow officers turned to him. Glory was looking at him from the doorway, waving a pile in the air to get his attention. “You need anythin’ from Regiment?”

He shook his head after far too many seconds of staring at her. Glory nodded before turning to Ron and Dick. “Captain Speirs, Major.” Then she was gone.

day 2 - horizon (417)

“What the hell are you doing up here?” he asked as he approached.

She laughed. “I could ask you the same thing.”

He shrugged. “Came to find you.”

He leaned up against the railing next to her, bumping their elbows together as they stared out over the ocean. It was gray all around—the boat, the waves, the sky. There was no horizon, only clouds meeting water in a single, unbroken wall of nothingness that never got any closer. She hated the ominous feeling it left in the pit of her stomach, like they were being swallowed whole or heading toward the edge of something they couldn’t see.

She shivered against the wind and the sea spray that kicked up against her face. It was chilly, but she embraced it. The cold beat the smelly, humid warmth of their quarters inside.

There were only ever two modes on the ship: stifling hot or bitter cold, metallic echoes or watery silence, above deck or below deck, in or out, day or night. She was looking forward to being on land again where she could experience light chatter, a mild heat, a morning or an afternoon. She wanted some evenness, some stability, and instead of or.

“I’ve never gotten used to it—” She turned to look at Don as he spoke, breaking through her thoughts. “—the ocean, how big it is.”

She nodded, reflecting quietly on her childhood next to Lake Michigan. It was the biggest body of water she’d ever seen, and the only major one she’d known before the Samaria. The shoreline ran the entire length of the city and the water went as far as she could see. But even then, she had a sense that it ended eventually. There was an opposite shore that would stop it from spreading farther, and that was that. The ocean was different.

“It’s vast,” she said, parroting Georgina’s ‘poetic’ description, and Don chuckled.

“It’s vast.”

They were quiet for a few minutes until a light rain started.

“You’re gonna get wet,” Don observed.

Dot shrugged. “I sweat through my clothes down there anyway.”

Don stuck out his lip and nodded, but made no effort to leave, even as the wind started to blow heavier and the drops drove into their skin. She stared at him and he shrugged. “Penk and Anita are asleep, Skip’s playing cards. It’s nice to clear my head.”

She blinked, touched, and scooted closer to him so that their shoulders were completely pressed together. They watched the waves in silence.

day 3 - foggy mornings (323)

The countryside was beautiful in the light.

Fog sat on the fields like a blanket, wisping and eddying around lonesome trees and tall weeds, slowly dissipating with the coming day. The hills and distant hedgerows were muted green-grays and purples, but the sky was just breaking into brilliant orange, reds, and yellows over her left shoulder. The sight reminded her of the Impressionist paintings she studied in a class in college. Everything was washed pale, like looking through water or a thin piece of silk.

They were headed southwest, further from the dawn, so it was still cool. It would be humid later, muggy, damp, and gross, but the morning even offered a cool and gentle breeze as they walked. She was going to make the most of it now, determined to get as much of the march in as she could before the sun was up.

Dirt crunched underfoot as the company plodded along, the sergeants and platoon officers the only breaks in the two columns lining the road to Ramsbury. From her spot in the rear, Lil could just make out Welsh and Joey at the front of first platoon. Second was behind her, and Mattie had started a song back in third that hadn’t spread to the whole company yet. It was early for singing.

Lil grinned to herself as she heard Moe warbling along and turned forward, sighing into the cool wind that swept across her face.

“What’s got you smilin’?” came a gruff voice to her right as Joe Toye walked up beside her.

“It’s a beautiful morning, Joe.”

“Anything else?”

She glanced at him. “Can’t a girl have a good morning?”

“Just curious, sarge,” he responded.

She opened her mouth to shoot back an ‘about what,’ but Lt. Compton interrupted from a few feet behind them. “Get your ass back in line, Joe.”

“Yessir.” Joe parted with a nod, leaving her to ponder the morning in silence.

day 4 - jukebox (280)

Georgie could see everything from her seat beside the jukebox—the bar, the booths, and the dancefloor. She watched everything she was interested in for categorization and cataloging, making note of groups of soldiers and their drinks, where one’s hands were while dancing, which laughs were forced, whose eyes kept darting across the room. Her pen moved just slower than her thoughts as she scribbled down her observations. Flo had laughed at her for bringing a notebook on a night out, but she had her reasons.

She wondered which chapter and page this scene would appear on. Would her focus be on the rainy night or the soft yellow light or the brief specks of joy that could be found in war? She wrote that down—brief specks of joy. That was good; she could use that.

What she couldn’t see from her seat was David approaching from her left. He sat down on the chair Frankie had abandoned for a dance with Tab, slouching into the arms as he scanned across the Red Cross club. She wondered if she’d include this, if she’d have anything profound to say about being joined by a friend. She wondered if it’d be right to record his profile as she already had the words to describe him: strong, sharp jaw; long eyelashes; slight curve to the nose; soft blue eyes—a paradox.

He turned his head to her. “Dance with me.”

She snorted and continued to write, wanting to capture the way Bill was holding court with some of the replacements. David leaned in close enough that she could smell soap and paper.

“Georgie,” he said lightly, pushing her pen flat against her paper, “dance with me.”

day 5 - lighthouse (395)

It started with a letter addressed to him in messy, friendly handwriting. I’m going to be in New York… Six days between shows… Mind a guest?

Never.

George relearned Mattie.

She looked different. She was wearing her hair down in pinned rolls tucked under a scarf. No more pigtails or wispy twin braids with bows on the end, styles that easily tucked under a helmet. She had cat-eye sunglasses that his older sisters fawned over and ruby red lipstick that his younger sisters adored. Some of the girlishness was gone; she’s lost some of the roundness of her cheeks and she spoke more evenly, but some things were the same.

Her energy was still boundless. She wanted to do anything and everything he suggested, go anywhere, even do a day-and-a-half long trip to Provincetown to see the Cape. She was gracious, helping out his family when he had to work. He’d come home to see her with his mom in the kitchen, learning old Portuguese recipes despite the fact that she couldn’t cook—or minding his nieces and nephews, running around with them in the yard or helping them put on a talent show Wednesday night.

The music was still the same. She hummed all the time, in the house, in the car, in public. She laughed it off when he said he missed her voice, but he was serious. That voice had gotten him through frozen days and crossing countries by foot; it was bittersweet to hear it after two and a half years. She was humble, as always, and even bashful, demurely stammering a thank you when the whole family cheered at one of her songs playing on the radio.

The fame was new. West Warwick was a small town, but she got stopped at least once a day, usually twice, sometimes three or four times, at the diner, on the steps of the lighthouse, at the pictures with the kids. Everyone was as polite as a New Englander could be, with sorry, miss and pardon me, are you Tildie James?

He laughed the first time he heard it. You’re goin’ by Tildie now?

Please, she’d said, putting a hand on his arm, all the usual air gone from her voice. Please just call me Mattie. You know me, George.

He did, with her new sunglasses and songs on the radio. He knew her.

day 6 - bonfire (188)

It was a bonfire. That’s all it was, a bonfire.

The plane shuddered and metal screamed as Georgie was jostled to and fro in her seat, her helmet rattling around her head and her fear rattling around her heart. She squeezed her eyes shut to suppress her nausea and the smell of her own sweat.

A bonfire. That’s all it was.

Flak dinged against the hull just above her left ear and her eyes shot open, her heart in her throat. She refused to turn and survey the damage. Instead, she kept her vision firmly fixed out the open door of the plane, where she could peer into the night as they screamed through the sky. The plane bobbed and she caught flashes of the DZ ground, scenes of a town in flames. Fire danced across the rooftops, the smoke mixing with the gray haze and orange burn of artillery and tracers that ripped through the air.

It’s a bonfire, even though she could see it with her eyes. She told herself it was a bonfire. It would be safe on the ground.

It was just a bonfire.

day 7 - recipe book (237)

“You like to eat so much but you still ain’t know how to cook.”

Ellie laughed at Trip’s dig, leaning back in her seat and dabbing at the corners of her mouth with her napkin. “I do.”

“You don’t—”

“I do,” Ellie insisted. “I can make eggs and beans and—”

“Nuh-uh.” Trip propped a wiry elbow onto the table and waved her fork around accusingly. “I’m not talkin’ ‘bout that ‘ranch food’ or whatever you call it. Anyone can make beans n’ bacon if you give ‘em a skillet. I’m talkin’ ‘bout food, food you gotta mix with your hands and get all the ingredients for.”

Trip sat back and sighed, dramatics in her tone but only love in her eyes. She nodded at the food on the table and looked to Ellie. “You like this?”

“Hell yes.”

“Then I’ll write it down, get a lil’ book together. Easy recipes, nothin’ too complicated,” Trip added when she saw Ellie’s eyes widen with worry. “We can make ‘em together. I wouldn’t leave you all on your own, girl.”

Ellie stared, so full of gratitude and adoration that the light over their small dining table seemed to glow a tad brighter. She blinked and moved her gaze to the spread that Trip had prepared for dinner. “I love you,” she murmured.

Now it was Trip’s turn to laugh. “I love you, too, but we gon’ get you to cook.”

#meet 'em in the skies #sept 2022 prompts #glory davies #dot woods #lillian sikes #georgina webster #mattie james #trip danes #ellie gibbs #my writing #i was gonna post these all individually but i don't want to spam y'all

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theoscarsproject · 3 months

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Hope and Glory (1987). Bill, a young boy living on the outskirts of London experiences the exhilaration of World War II. During this period, Bill learns about sex, death, love, hypocrisy, and the faults of adults as he prowls the ruins of bombed houses.

A really compelling exercise in memory and manages to marry the playfulness of childhood with the brutality of war and the London Blitz pretty seamlessly. I don't know if I loved it exactly, but it pulled me in and I think the sense of family survival both as a unit and as individuals with their own pre-and-post war identities was richly drawn. 8/10.

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victoriadallonfan · 1 year

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Probably one of the oddest interactions in Ward is Victoria and Bonesaw.

Like, they don’t interact until the very end, but it’s so goddamn weird to have these two just… talking casually and building a tinker plague together. Even being supportive in their different ways.

And it’s implied they are co-planning the resurrection project in the epilogues.

And to think the last time they met, Victoria was a mind-controlled cocoon person, hunting down Bonesaw as she cackles and tries wipe out Brockton Bay.

#parahumans #wildbow #ward #worm #victoria dallon #antares #glory girl #ward web serial #worm web serial #Bonesaw #riley davis #must be so awkward #Riley wants to ask about Amy #Vic wants to ask about Ashley #both of them just fidgeting in silence

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surely-u-jest · 9 months

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Jeff Blim - One Song Glory (FULL)

#jeff blim #starkid #rent musical #roger davis #one song glory #theatersourcela #Youtube

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ijustthinkevilunoisneat · 1 year

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Keep your eyes out for PWG DINK as it was shot in November but likely to come out early next year which will feature Uno and Stu against The West Coast Wrecking Crew. Uno also has numerous dates lined up early next year, among those being wrestling on Prestige Wrestling Vendetta against Jacob Fatu, Defy Wrestling, Wrestling Revolver.