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king-gansey-boy · 4 months

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Ich denke wieder an das Perücken und Make-up Design für Hamburg 1986

#cats fandom #cats musical #cats the musical #jellicle cats #jellicles #cats Hamburg 1986

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periodically80s · 6 months

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#Video Magazine #1986 #Hamburger The Motion Picture #VHS

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contac · 2 years

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#100% beef #burger #dairy queen #1986 #fast food #vhs #gif #hamburger

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dweemeister · 4 months

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January 9, 2024

By Gabriele Marcotti

(ESPN) – For those who saw him play – even just in grainy videos – there's a single image of Franz Beckenbauer that stands out. Striding out of the back, ball at his feet, head held high, eyes scanning for things only he could see, while worry builds in the eyes of the opponents: that was "Der Kaiser" who passed away on Monday, on the pitch.

But there's far more to him than that.

You could say Franz Beckenbauer was a fortunate man. Most of us get just one act in our professional lives; he achieved GOAT candidate status as a player, made history as a World Cup-winning coach, helped his club consolidate its status as a juggernaut, organized a World Cup in his native Germany and ended his career as a member of FIFA's executive committee. (That last one left him tarnished: more of this later.)

Along the way, he was a central part of the biggest soccer-related U.S. phenomenon pre-1994 World Cup, joining the New York Cosmos in their pomp and playing alongside Pelé, Carlos Alberto and Giorgio Chinaglia.

Most of all, with Pele and Johan Cruyff, he was part of a triumvirate of phenoms that defined an era during which the world shrank, TV proliferated the game and superstars became truly global.

Beckenbauer also redefined a position: center back. He wasn't the first sweeper, nor the first central defender who could play a pass and step into the midfield, but nobody did it as effectively and on such a big stage (arguably, before or after). The skills formed in his early years as an attacking midfielder never abandoned him.

The ability to move into the middle of the park, create man advantages or simply spray the ball with accuracy all over the pitch are things we take for granted today, but they were pioneered by Beckenbauer. So too was the idea that a center back wasn't just a destroyer, but a creator, a guy who could illuminate a side; it may not have started with him, but nobody took it to a higher level.

In many ways, Beckenbauer was the first "modern" defender, which is why this commercial ahead of the 2006 World Cup, in which two kids fantasise about putting together a star-studded lineup of contemporary players, is so apt: even though he retired more than two decades earlier, he would not have been out of place among Zinedine Zidane, Kaka, Frank Lampard and the other stars of that tournament...

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jennyanypenny · 18 days

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You should do that Weezer album thing but with four different Teazer designs used in different productions

Extremely Big Brain idea !!! :-)

This was super fun to do lol

From left to right - Japan (specifically from the 2000s), Zurich (1991), Canadian Tour (1985), and Hamburg (1986-2001)

#rumpleposting #I was thinking of drawing Australia/Asia rumple and Vienna styled rumple but #theres only 4 spots #I wanted to do some I don’t see as much stuff of #and also wanted to try some new things!#Canada Rumple was SO FUN!#theres like 4 pictures of her out of costume #quesostuff #rumpleteazer #cats the musical

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Fire and ice united in one lady. Hidden in today's 14 door is the Queen of Ice - the Bark Europa

Bark Europa

More about her:

Today's sailing ship Europa was launched in 1911 as an unpowered lightship under the name Senator Brockes at the Hamburg shipyard H. C. Stülcken Sohn under the construction number 409. As lightship Elbe 4 and pilot station on the Elbe as well as Elbe 3 and Elbe 4, this ship was in service almost without interruption until 1977. From around 1975, the costly and labour-intensive lightships began to be replaced by large buoys and automatic stations on the sea waterways.

Almost all of the old lightships had sailing ship hulls, as these were particularly good in the often rough seas of their fixed anchorages. A buyer from Hamburg bought the ship for scrap and began converting it into a proper sailing ship in 1986, but was unable to cope. In 1987, the Dutchman Harry Smit bought the hull and invested millions in converting the ship. By 1994, it had become a three-masted sailing ship with a bar rig. Mahogany panelling salvaged from old ships was used inside the ship and a lot of brass was also traditionally used. The Europa is used worldwide as a charter ship. She has circumnavigated the globe several times and also sailed around Cape Horn. On 20 May 2023, she had an accident in Cape Town when she was to be relaunched after a period in the shipyard and tipped over on land. After a few weeks, she was raised and is sailing again.

#naval history #naval artifacts #tall ship #bark europa #early 20th century #age of steam #advent calendar #day 14

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pwlanier · 10 months

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Hans Platschek

Still life with lobster and melon, 1986

Hamburger Kunsthalle

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morningberriesao3 · 9 months

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MWMD - Touch My Skin

Steve Harrington X Virgin!Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve has a sore back. If only there was someone who could work out all those knots...

Word Count: 3.3K

Chapter: 2 of 6 CHAPTER LIST

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Content Warnings: Explicit m/m sexual content including… Virgin Eddie Munson, Dry Humping, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Minor Crossdressing (ahem, EDDIE WEARS A G-STRING), Oh no they’re both tops?! what will they do!!?!, Top Steve Harrington, Power Bottom Eddie Munson, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Nipple Clamps, Under-Negotiated Kink, Unsafe Sex, Creampie. Underage Drinking and Recreational Drug Use.

Tags: Eddie Munson lives, 5 + 1 Things, slow burn, POV Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Caretaking, Massages, Sharing a Bed, House Party, Play Flighting, Bros Being Bros (JK it’s very homoerotic), Halloween, Boys in Makeup, Independence Day, New Years Eve, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending

Many Ways, Many Days, to Say ‘I Love You’

May 14th, 1986

Steve helped Eddie shower a total of thirteen times. But who’s counting?

But now, Eddie can move a little bit better. He has the strength to stand for longer periods of time. His maimed chest doesn’t pull as tight when he stretches in certain directions. The ache under his scars has dulled to a tolerable throb.

He can reach his dick. And he’s tugged one out everyday since discovering that for the first time all over again. He wasn’t lying that he felt like he’d been edged – especially with Harrington’s hands all over him throughout the weeks.

It was bittersweet when they both agreed that Eddie could manage to bathe alone.

Steve still helps him wrap his wounds. Most have closed past the point of reopening, but the deeper ones – like the one over his chest with his missing nipple, or right under that one, by his ribs – are still flaking scabs and oozing white and red. Steve helps rub ointment on them, even though they’re both aware that Eddie could now do it by himself.

But over the weeks they’ve fallen into a routine.

Steve helps Eddie, and Eddie tries to reciprocate by cooking meals and cleaning Steve’s clothes. Their relationship is confusingly physical but Eddie chalks it up as the aftermath of a near-death experience.

Small touches on their shoulders. Thighs pressed against thighs on the living room couch. And yes, dressing wounds that Eddie might be able to manage himself, but neither of them allow that to happen.

They don’t really talk about the times in the shower. It’s like a secret that they’re keeping from even themselves.

They especially don’t talk about how Steve would strip his own shirt off to keep it from getting wet and soapy. Or how each time he helped clean Eddie, he got more confident with his hands. Or how, without fail, Eddie’s cock would start straining right in front of Harrington like a fucking flag, no matter how many times he jerked himself off that morning.

Look, you turn me on, it said.

Eddie has an inkling that Steve knows he’s gay by now. But that’s just one more thing they don’t talk about. Because Steve is straight as an arrow and acknowledging something like Eddie’s dumb crush would smash the frailty of whatever the fuck their friendship has turned into.

Steve sleeps on Eddie’s couch. Wayne had accepted their new roommate without protest, pulling three of his mugs out after his evening shifts – right when Steve and Eddie usually wake up – instead of two.

“The Harrington boy, huh?” Wayne asks one too many times.

“We’re just friends,” Eddie answers each and every one of them.

Today, Steve gets home from his shift at Family Video early. Wayne is still home, eating something before heading off to his own shift. Eddie made spaghetti Bolognese – but really it’s just pasta with canned tomato sauce and a very small amount of fried hamburger mixed inside.

“Steve,” Eddie greets, raising his eyebrows at the sight of a scowling jock, “you’re home early. Grab a plate, I made enough for, like, three days. Very much on purpose and not because pasta portions are confusing.”

Eddie hopes he isn’t the only one who never measures spaghetti right.

Steve reaches into one of the cupboards for a plate, which he manages fine, but groans out a sound of pain when he lowers it to the countertops.

“You alright, man?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah, fine.” Steve reaches around to squeeze at the flesh of his lower back. Eddie tries not to choke on his bite of spaghetti as he watches that hand grope at a place he wishes he could touch himself. “Keith sent me home early ‘cause my back is out. I was reshelving the returns unacceptably slow, apparently.”

“Shit, man.” Eddie stands from his spot at the small table. “Let me get you a Tylenol.”

“No, Eddie, sit down. I’m here to take care of you, not the other way around.”

“Don’t bark orders at me like a child, Harrington. I’m capable of getting you a Tylenol from the bathroom.”

“I can get it myself, Munson.”

“No! Sit down and let me –”

“You sit down!”

“Let me get you a goddamn Tylenol –”

“Well,” Wayne grumbles, standing from the table to loudly clatter his plate into the sink, effectively cutting off the two boys from their bickering, “that’s my cue to leave. Lemme know who ends up gettin’ the Tylenol when I get back home.”

Eddie feels his face get hot. His uncle knows he has this stupid crush, as much as he tries to deny it.

“Bye, Uncle Wayne,” he mumbles, not taking his eyes from Harrington while he says it.

He crosses his arms. It’s a stare down, neither boy moving from their positions. Neither boy peeling their eyes off the other. The door behind them closes.

Then it’s a mad dash to the bathroom.

With Steve’s former jock status, he’s faster than Eddie, and Eddie is still a little bit sore so that’s another point against him. But the thing about Eddie – he’s less afraid than Steve to play dirty.

He grabs the other’s shoulders with a bruising grip and pulls him backwards. Steve tumbles behind Eddie with a disgruntled noise bursting from somewhere within him. He nearly lands on his ass, but manages to steady himself as Eddie takes the remaining few leaps to the bathroom door, yelling, “Fuck you, Harrington!” as loud as he can behind him.

Eddie can hear Steve stumbling angrily behind him, a string of curses coursing from between his lips as he does. He bursts in through the half-closed bathroom door, but Eddie already has the bottle of Tylenol in his hands, opened, with a single pill delicately placed in his palm and presented to Steve as if on a platter.

“Your painkiller, my liege,” says Eddie, holding in the triumphant laugh that he oh so desperately wants to release.

“You’re so stubborn.” Steve rolls his eyes but cracks a grin anyway. If Eddie lost the race, he probably would have pouted. That another nice thing about Steve – he’s not a sore loser.

“That’s not very nice,” he says, grabbing one of the paper dixie cups from the counter and filling it with water from the tap.

Steve places the pill on his tongue, swallows the water. Eddie tries not to watch as the apple in his throat bobs up and then down, but he fails miserably. He also fails to look away as water dribbles from the corner of Steve’s lips. He can’t help but want to lick him clean, but that’s neither here nor there.

He does something else brave instead.

He says, “you’re a messy boy, hmm?” and lifts his thumb to wipe away the small, wet stream from Steve’s mouth. Eddie never gets tired of Steve’s reactions when he flirts with him in such a way.

It’s innocent, he tells himself. He flirts with everybody. Even girls. It’s a defense mechanism really, just in case he flirts with the wrong person. He can just brush it off as a personality trait. It doesn’t mean anything, he can say.

But maybe one day he’ll get lucky and somebody he likes will flirt back.

Steve chokes on his water, sputtering even more down his chin. He falls into a coughing fit and Eddie finally can’t contain his laughter any longer. While Steve sounds like he’s dying as he coughs and gasps for air, Eddie grabs at his sides that ache with each contraction of his abs.

“You’re – an – asshole,” Steve says when he can catch enough breath to speak. He twists his back the wrong way and groans, reaching his hand to grasp at the strained muscle.

“Hey, hey.” Eddie’s laughter dies down. He flails his hands out to help support Steve, grasping one hand on his shoulder and one on his waist. He tries not to think too hard about how his fingers are grazing under the hem of Steve’s t-shirt, pressing into the warm flesh of his hip. “Let’s get you comfortable.”

“I’m fine, Munson,” Steve argues, but gasps a sharp intake of breath when his back pinches once more.

“How old did you say you were?” Eddie jokes as he leads Steve to the couch.

“Har-har. You try sleeping on a couch for a month.”

Eddie’s face twists up.

“Shit – no,” Steve says, “that’s not what I meant. I really don’t mind, dude, it’s mostly comfortable. I just think I slept wrong.”

Eddie feels bad. It’s been a bit of a point of contention between them.

Over the weeks he’s been trying to convince Steve to go back home during the nights so he can sleep somewhere other than the shitty old couch his uncle bought in 1962. But Steve, ever courageous, ever the caregiver, refuses to even consider letting Eddie be on his own. It’s an uphill battle of a topic. He’s even tried to get Steve to stay on his bed while he takes the couch. No dice.

He tries again.

“C’mon, man,” he pleads. “If you won’t go home, just take my bed. I know the mattress is – uh – not in the best shape, but I’ll put clean sheets on and it’ll be better than the couch –”

“I’m not the one healing,” Steve quips, using that tone that means, ‘drop the subject, it’s closed’.

Eddie’s jaw tenses. “You are though,” he mumbles. “You’re hurt.”

Steve stretches himself along the length of the couch, opting for laying on his stomach. He arches his back inwards suggestively (not suggestively, it just looks suggestive to Eddie), moans (again, impure thoughts), and then goes lax.

“It’s just a sore back. It’ll be better tomorrow.”

Eddie lets the subject drop. For now. He’s about to say something witty, make one of his signature jokes, but Steve –

“What I really need is a masseuse.”

Eddie gapes at him for a moment, then says, “I think it’s a little late to book –”

“Or just a massage, in general…?” Steve interrupts, lolling his head to the side to catch Eddie’s eye. He tosses him a sheepish grin.

Eddie’s heart hammers in his chest, but he paints his face with a confident smirk. At least, he hopes that’s how it looks. “Are you asking me for a massage, Harrington?” He crosses his arms and narrows his eyes like his mind isn’t screaming at him: Do it! Do it! Get your hands on Steve’s gloriously muscled body –

“If you’re offering.” Steve shrugs one of his shoulders. And what he does next is so suggestive that Eddie thinks he can’t possibly be misinterpreting it.

Steve grabs the hem of his shirt and peels it off.

Startled laughter escapes Eddie’s lips, all high-pitched and cracking. But Steve looks at him like he’s deadly serious. It just makes Eddie’s nerves worse.

“How am I supposed to rub your back –” Jesus fuck, Eddie never thought he’d speak a sentence like that to Steve Harrington, “– when you’re sprawled over the entire couch like a fat housecat?”

Steve scoots closer to the inside of the couch so there’s a strip of maybe five inches near the edge. He buries his head in his arms, waiting.

Casual, Eddie reminds himself. Act casual. A casual massage between friends. It’s totally normal and not weird or sexual. Stop making it sexual.

And for the love of God, keep your fucking hands above his belt.

Eddie sits on the small space beside Steve’s thighs. And then he hesitates.

Steve’s back muscles are screaming at him. And all Eddie can think is that this must be some sort of cruel joke. Like, once he touches Steve’s bare skin, Steve will turn around and ask him what the actual fuck he thinks he’s doing.

“You alright back there, Munson?” Steve asks, craning his head backwards from the space of his arms to cop a look at Eddie, who must look stupid staring down at a shirtless Steve.

“Don’t get your panties in a knot,” he says, clenching his jaw tight as he rubs his hands together to warm them up. He presses one of his fingers into Steve’s shoulder blades, and Steve relaxes into the touch. When he doesn’t yell at Eddie to stop, he persists, adding the rest of his fingers and his palm, and then even a second hand. He kneads at Steve’s muscles and revels at how soft he feels. He expected Steve to feel hard because – well – he looks hard. All muscles and lines and edges. But really, he squishes under Eddie’s grip. Pliable. Silken. “Is this okay?”

“Feels good,” Steve says, all scratchy and low and rumbly like he really is enjoying Eddie’s touch. It was hard to keep his dick at bay when Steve helped him shower, but this is level-ten-boss hard to stop it from chubbing up. He’s glad that Steve’s face is hidden in his arms because the jeans Eddie decided to wear today are too tight to hide the semi he’s currently sporting. “The knot is a bit lower though. Can you try to loosen it?”

Eddie watches his hands as they glide down Steve’s spine. His thumbs press deliciously into the divot in the centre of Steve’s back as they find their way to his waist. “Here?” he asks as Steve trembles under his fingertips.

Eddie is making Steve tremble and he can’t do anything but watch. Isn’t that just life being a little bit of a bitch?

“Close,” Steve says, “but a bit lower still.”

His hands slip to Steve’s lower back, close to his hips. He has a passing thought – wishing he had lotion – but maybe that would make this even weirder. His hands squeeze more than massage. He notices how good his hands look there, gripping around Steve like he owns him. The only thing missing in the picture is his hips snapping against that perky little ass of his –

“Better?” He interrupts his thought process, mostly because he can’t excuse himself to rub one out in the middle of Steve’s back massage.

“Lower.”

This is a dangerous game that Eddie is playing, and he reminds himself that he’s only playing it with himself. It isn’t like Steve is trying to get Eddie’s hands on him, besides to relieve himself of his fucked up back. If Robin was here, Eddie is sure that she’d be in his position instead. So really, it’s up to him to not make it weird.

His hands work lower on the canvas that is Steve Harrington. Eddie notices the little dimples on his lower back and he indulges himself by pressing his thumbs there. They slot perfectly in the little dips. And Steve lets out a beautiful sound when Eddie applies a bit more pressure.

“Yeah. Right there.”

Steve makes these breathy little moans. They’re like music to Eddie’s ears. He physically has to stop himself from making noise of his own, because that would be a line crossed into the ‘weird’ territory he’s been desperately trying to avoid. His teeth bite painfully into his lower lip as he works his hands over Steve’s skin, pressing into little lumps of knots with his thumb to make the boy under him squirm and whimper. Sue him, he’s a bit of a sadist. And a bit of a masochist, because shit, it hurts all over that he can’t dip his fingers into the waistband of Steve’s pants, but he loves it all the same.

Eddie rubs Steve’s back for at least twenty minutes. He watches as the flesh under his fingers turns from light tan to reddish pink as it’s kneaded over the same area. It’s mostly quiet in the trailer, besides Steve’s hums of approval when Eddie reaches a good spot and the odd click of Eddie’s dry throat when he swallows his nerves.

Eventually, Steve sucks in a deep breath and lifts his head to signal that Eddie can stop. He almost offers to keep going anyway, but he doesn’t want Steve to know how much he enjoys touching him like this. That is, if the outline of his dick in his pants doesn’t give him away first.

When Steve sits up, Eddie grabs one of the cushions from the couch and hugs it to his lap. Casually. But maybe it draws attention to the area between his legs because Steve’s eyes trail downwards to his crotch. The look on his face makes Eddie feel like his boner is on full display, but when he looks down himself it’s fully covered by the pillow.

“Thanks, man,” Steve says, stretching his arms above his head so his abs ripple with the movement. “That feels so much better.”

Eddie is pulsing away under the tight fabric of his jeans. The whole massage session was a whole new lesson on edging. He needs to take care of the situation in his pants before it takes care of itself.

“No problem.” Eddie stands from the ledge of the couch and wishes that Steve would look away for just ten goddamn second so he could adjust himself in his jeans and drop the fucking pillow that’s hiding his predicament. But no, he’s not that lucky. Steve continues to stare up at him, blinking like he expects something from Eddie. At this point, it obvious that he’s hiding a massive erection and Eddie knows Steve’s smart enough to know why the pillow is following him to the bathroom. “I’m gonna grab a shower.”

When he finally faces away from Steve, he tosses the pillow over his shoulder in the direction of the living room without a glance.

“Need a hand?” Steve jokes. Maybe because of all the times he actually did help Eddie shower, or maybe because he’s all too aware that Eddie’s about to rub one out under the stream of hot water. Either way, Eddie groans loudly as he slams the door behind him, leaving Steve smiling behind him on the couch.

It takes him two minutes to get himself into the shower and wrap his fingers around himself. He pretends they aren’t his though, of course he does. He pretends it’s Steve’s soft fingers rather than his own rough ones. He pretends the moans that are etched in his brain are being breathed into his ear as Steve reaches around his waist and tugs between his legs while hot water cascades over them both.

He pretends it’s Steve’s thumb that presses right there, right at that good spot under the ridge of his dick.

It doesn’t take him long to come under his own touch.

He moans Steve’s name as he does, and when he falls from the throws of his orgasm, when his brain fog clears, he really hopes it wasn’t as loud as he thinks it was.

Steve is still smiling when Eddie gets out of the shower. He’s staring. Eddie can only hope it’s not for the reason he thinks it is. “What?”

“Nothing, man.” Steve stands from the couch to shoulder past where Eddie is frozen in place. His chest burns as Steve’s eyes seem to rake over his body, so exposed with only a towel wrapped on his lower half. His ravaged chest on full display. That’s probably why he stares. Steve slips inside the bathroom. “My turn,” he says. And the door clicks closed.

For a split second – and believe him when he says he blames it on a trick of the light – Eddie swears he sees Steve wink.

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DORO PESCH And ROB HALFORD Have Recorded A Cover Of 'Total Eclipse Of The Heart': 'It Sounds Really, Really Special'

During an appearance on yesterday's (Tuesday, September 12) episode of SiriusXM's "Trunk Nation With Eddie Trunk", German metal queen Doro Pesch revealed that her upcoming studio album, "Conqueress - Forever Strong And Proud", will include two separate duets with JUDAS PRIEST singer Rob Halford: the recently released cover of the PRIEST classic "Living After Midnight" and a version of the 1983 global smash hit "Total Eclipse Of The Heart", written by Jim Steinman and originally performed by the Welsh singer Bonnie Tyler.

"The record has 20 songs on it, and I think they all sound killer," Doro said (as transcribed by BLABBERMOUTH.NET). "And it has three duets on it, and two duets with my favorite, with Rob Halford of JUDAS PRIEST, and I can't believe it. It's so awesome to me. I was a big, big PRIEST fan, and it was my very first big tour in 1986. And [Rob and I] met [again] last year in France at Hellfest, a great festival. And then we were talking, hanging out. And then we said, 'Hey, let's do something together.' So we did two duets. And the first one is 'Living After Midnight'. That was my choice, because I loved singing it. It was always a feel-good song. And then Rob Halford said, 'I have the song I always wanted to do with you. It's 'Total Eclipse Of The Heart'.' And that came out so great. When you hear it, you can tell Rob loves the song and I'm so happy. Even two duets, man. That's more than I can ask for. I'm a lucky baby, I tell you."

Asked if "Total Eclipse Of The Heart", will be a bonus track on the album, since it didn't appear in the LP's original track listing, Doro said: "It is on the record, but it just got finished a couple of weeks ago. Actually, I delivered the record and the vinyl is already done. And then I got an e-mail. Rob Halford said, 'Hey, what about the second song?' And I thought, 'Oh, man. That's too good to be true.' And then we did the second song. And it just got done a couple of weeks ago. We will do a video for that song, and it will come out — the video and the single will come out the day the record will be released, so on the 27th of October. But it came out so awesome. And oh, man, that was just the icing on the cake. I thought I was done with record. And [PRIEST producer] Andy Sneap, he worked on it, and my guys worked on it, and it was a great teamwork. And Rob Halford sounds so great on it. It's, like, wow. It's definitely one of my absolute favorite songs of this album, and it sounds really, really special. You have to check it out. But yeah, it's brand new — just got done; mastering just got done. And video we are doing in a few weeks."

Pressed by host Eddie Trunk whether her version of "Total Eclipse Of The Heart" is "heavy", Doro said: "Yes, yes, it is heavy, and it's, like, wow. It's very heavy, but it sounds great, I think, yeah. I think it's a killer version. I always get goosebumps when I hear it. And I think other people who heard it, they thought, 'Wow.'

"I think all my dreams came true working with all these great people, all my heroes, all people who inspired me so much," Doro added. "And [PRIEST] was my very first tour in Europe in '86 when metal was so huge. And it was such a great tour. So [Rob and I] finally did something together. And we always stayed friends. So I think that makes this album even more special to me, and I think many fans will love it."

"Conqueress - Forever Strong And Proud" is described in a press release as "the result of intensive hard work that took the incomparable singer and songwriter back to studios in Miami, New York and Hamburg, amongst others. The album presents Doro at the height of her creative powers."

#doro #doro pesch #2023 interviews #2023 news #rob halford #judas priest

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posttexasstressdisorder · 15 days

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That's just fucking wrong. I'm sorry, but the dude who brought the lawsuit is just an asshole. I don't give a fuck if he's a fucking PENTAplegic. You don't destroy a family's entire LIVELIHOOD because you are BUTTHURT.

POLL RESULT: HE IS THE ASSHOLE!

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artorojo · 7 months

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Top 100 military movies of all time.

1. Saving Private Ryan (1998)

2. Apocalypse Now (1979)

3. Full Metal Jacket (1987)

4. Platoon (1986)

5. Black Hawk Down (2001)

6. Das Boot (1981)

7. The Thin Red Line (1998)

8. Paths of Glory (1957)

9. Hacksaw Ridge (2016)

10. 1917 (2019)

11. Dunkirk (2017)

12. Patton (1970)

13. Gallipoli (1981)

14. We Were Soldiers (2002)

15. Bridge on the River Kwai (1957)

16. The Deer Hunter (1978)

17. The Hurt Locker (2008)

18. Letters from Iwo Jima (2006)

19. Zulu (1964)

20. Black Book (2006)

21. Stalingrad (1993)

22. The Battle of Algiers (1966)

23. The Longest Day (1962)

24. The Bridge at Remagen (1969)

25. Zero Dark Thirty (2012)

26. Jarhead (2005)

27. The Patriot (2000)

28. Tora! Tora! Tora! (1970)

29. Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World (2003)

30. Enemy at the Gates (2001)

31. Glory (1989)

32. The Great Escape (1963)

33. All Quiet on the Western Front (1930)

34. The Wind That Shakes the Barley (2006)

35. Lone Survivor (2013)

36. Kelly's Heroes (1970)

37. The Green Berets (1968)

38. The Alamo (1960)

39. The Messenger (2009)

40. 13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi (2016)

41. 12 Strong (2018)

42. The Last of the Mohicans (1992)

43. The Pianist (2002)

44. Rescue Dawn (2006)

45. The Beast of War (1988)

46. A Bridge Too Far (1977)

47. Behind Enemy Lines (2001)

48. Inglourious Basterds (2009)

49. The Boys in Company C (1978)

50. Red Tails (2012)

51. Battle for Haditha (2007)

52. Courage Under Fire (1996)

53. 5 Fingers (1952)

54. Company of Heroes (2013)

55. The Finest Hours (2016)

56. Windtalkers (2002)

57. Battle of the Bulge (1965)

58. The Nightingale (2018)

59. A Midnight Clear (1992)

60. Attack on the Iron Coast (1968)

61. Sergeant York (1941)

62. Empire of the Sun (1987)

63. The Pacific (2010) - Mini-series

64. The Desert Fox: The Story of Rommel (1951)

65. The Pacific (2010) - Mini-series

66. Enemy at the Gates (2001)

67. The Monuments Men (2014)

68. Days of Glory (2006)

69. Fires on the Plain (1959)

70. The Steel Helmet (1951)

71. Battle of the Damned (2013)

72. Memphis Belle (1990)

73. Crimson Tide (1995)

74. Attack on the Iron Coast (1968)

75. Sergeant York (1941)

76. Empire of the Sun (1987)

77. The Pacific (2010) - Mini-series

78. The Desert Fox: The Story of Rommel (1951)

79. Enemy at the Gates (2001)

80. The Monuments Men (2014)

81. Days of Glory (2006)

82. Fires on the Plain (1959)

83. The Steel Helmet (1951)

84. Battle of the Damned (2013)

85. The Longest Day (1962)

86. The Bridge at Remagen (1969)

87. M*A*S*H (1970)

88. Jarhead (2005)

89. The Patriot (2000)

90. Tora! Tora! Tora! (1970)

91. Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World (2003)

92. Glory (1989)

93. The Great Escape (1963)

94. All Quiet on the Western Front (1930)

95. Platoon (1986)

96. Come and See (1985)

97. Hamburger Hill (1987)

98. The Red Badge of Courage (1951)

99. Born on the Fourth of July (1989)

100. Fort Apache (1948)

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Demestrap

In several london and modern productions, it is hinted that Munkustrap and Demeter are a couple. Munkustrap defends Demeter from Macavity's attempt to kidnap her. In these portrayals , Demeter usually comforts Munkustrap following the fight, and they are frequently depicted cuddling, and snuggling afterwards.

The way this fight usually ends is with Munkustrap knocked out by the end, Alonzo entering the fight to help but being thwarted by Macavity, and the tribe uniting to face Macavity until he realizes he's outnumbered and flees.

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Present in: London Productions and the UK Tours, 1998 Film, Broadway Revival and US Tour 6. RCCL, Asia tours, Vienna revival, Uk/ international tours 2019 and 2022, Moscow 2005.

Demelonzo

In most international productions in the 1980s and 1990s it was assumed that Demeter and Alonzo were a couple. Alonzo defended Demeter by thwarting Macavity's attempt to take her. In these narratives, Alonzo is usually harmed during the fight, and Demeter tends to him by the end.

Alonzo is usually his "Golden Alonzo" self in this rendition. adorned with gold, bronze, and brown patterns.

A major distinction between this fight and the one with Munkustrap is that Munkustrap is knocked out earlier and Macavity is usually defeated by Alonzo by taking him on head-on and weakening him until he has to flee. (Alonzo was not spared of harm given Macavity’s nature)

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Present in: (OBC, US Tours 1-5), Vienna 1983, Paris 1989, Zurich 1991, Euro Tour 1994,. Sydney 1985 and Melbourne 1987 and the Australian Tours, Hamburg 1986 and Stuttgart 2001, Mexico Tour 1991 and Buenos Aires 1993.)

#I stripped the info off the wiki so sorry If some things aren’t included I wanted to keep this brief #Boots come with timestamps btw!!#anyway please be civil in replies #demestrap #demelonzo #Youtube #Hopefully I provided enough accurate context

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