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nofatclips-home · 1 year

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ZOINKS! by John 5 and The Creatures

#music #john 5 and the creatures #john 5 #john5 #matt zane #nikki sixx #video #music video #animation #ian ross #logan miles nix #rita lowery #barry pointer #brett boggs

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ailelie · 1 year

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Home can come in many forms: Person, place, or beast It soothes the soul and strokes the brow It's rest for now at least

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Hate and fear all melt away Hope and love remain

#wise children #wuthering heights #ian ross #guess what i saw tonight #Youtube

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elektroblues · 5 months

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Flesh Field (Ian Ross, Wendy Yanko)

#flesh field #wendy yanko #ian ross

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bookliteratibookreviews · 1 year

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Battle Song by Ian Ross

Publisher ‏ : ‎ Hodder & Stoughton (30 Mar. 2023)Language ‏ : ‎ EnglishHardcover ‏ : ‎ 416 pagesISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1399708848ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1399708845 Book Blurb ‘There is a fury in England that none shall suppress – and when it breaks forth it will shake the throne’ 1264 Storm clouds are gathering as Simon de Montfort and the barons of the realm challenge the power of Henry III. The barons demand…

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#Adventure #Battle Song #Book Blogger #Book Recommendation #Book review #Bookliterati #Civil War #Historical Fiction #History #Hodder & Staughton #Ian Ross #King Edward I #Simon de Montfort #Thiteenth Century #Tournaments

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starkeyboy · 9 days

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men looking to the left>>>

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson imagine #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #conrad fisher x reader #dallas liu #atla #avatar the last airbender #ian ousley #sokka x reader #zuko x reader #ross lynch #milo manheim #chris briney #sebastian amoruso

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ghoostrash · 4 months

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Ghostmates fan art in the year of our lord 2023???? More likely than you think

#my art #digital art #fan art #smosh #ian hecox #anthony padilla #ghostmates #eddie clayton #charlie ross #ianthony #kinda???#idk #what's even this ship name?#charddie?#inspired by that scene of them in bed #The movie would be good if Eddie and Charlie had ended up together #i'm going sicko mode with smosh content lately #sorry about that

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soup-is-nice-sometimes · 3 months

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warning brendon mention + also excessive usage of brackets and like no punctuation/formatting except for paragraph breaks iM SORRY

sick and tired of ppl saying panic went to shit after ryan and jon left like yes it downgraded (compared to afycso my fave album from them) B U T ian (even tho he was only there for a few years) and dallon (who stayed on til 2017 oh how he put up with a lot of bs over the years) rlly kept it from tanking in those key years imo

like dallon is credited w writing most of v&v (with the exception of "nearly witches" - ryan wrote that) and all of twtltytd (is that even the album name idk i dont rlly listen to post ryan panic sorry not sorry) and he played bass not only for the end of pretty odd touring but also as part of the band til 2015 and then continued touring til 2017 (plus apparently brendon stopped him from releasing a song w 21 pilots which is actually why im writing this lmfao) like

dallons writing was on a similar level to ryans and it feels mean/unfair to reduce those albums that he did write to "shit" bc ryan wasnt there

and yes doab has a couple of bops (crazy = genius and also la devotee imo) but overall they dont cancel out what is mostly a shit album (ok yes dont threaten me w a good time is okay too but he did NOT make those high heels work good lord) esp cause there were literally none of the ogs except brendon on that)

and ofc pftw is ass if i ever hear high hopes or hey look ma i made it i actively try and leave wherever i am (they fucking played high hopes at a skate night i went to WHEN I WAS COSPLAYING RYAN ROSE VEST)

also side note fuck u brendon for continuing to play camisado after ryan left even tho it was like the one song he asked you to stop performing it cause it was rlly personal to him AND YOU DIDNT LISTEN (ofc all the songs were personal to him but camisado was one of the ones that he specifically drew on his experiences w/ his father to write)

also side note 2 imo panic died when spencer left (2013) but was temporarily revived til dallon left (2017) and brendons been dragging its corpse around for the last 6 years. and idc what anyone says the touring artists he played with do not count as panic cause no offence but like their title says theyre TOURING ARTISTS (like how dallon didnt consider himself a part of panic when he was touring w em til they asked him officially and then when he "stopped contributing creatively" - his words) like i rlly doubt ppl can name them off the top of their heads (altho theyre underappreciated for dealing w brendon)

if you've read this far PLEASE feel free to comment (? is taht what its called here) and/or reblog w ur additions/opinions im fairly open-minded abt others ideas!

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1-800-crystalball · 7 months

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victoria coren mitchell really out here teaching us how to respond to misogynists

Have I Got News For You - s41.ep04

#crystalball #hignfy #ian hislop #paul Merton #ross noble #vcm #victoria coren #victoria coren mitchell #vicky coren #alexander armstrong #have i got news for you

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hanitje · 6 months

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I think a lot of people misinterpreted Nigel McGuinness' role as a commentator, thinking that he was only somebody who made bad jokes and comments stuff.

No. He's a HEEL commentator. His role is to make people want to strangle him whenever he opens his mouth. His delulu commentary is about elevating heel wrestlers, so he will always say something controversial. He will never get embarrassed or ashamed of what he's saying, just like Christian Cage never gets embarrassed or morally ashamed of what he's doing.

Nigel is a walking (sitting?) red flag, just like other heel commentators such as Jerry 'The King' Lawler or even Taz. He will bait other commentators and even the audience with his remarks. Just like Christian, people shouldn't feel entertained by him. When Christian mocked dead fathers, people were aghast and horrified. When Nigel mocked women and good wrestlers, people were ready to punch him.

But their roles are basically villains, like in movies and TV shows. It doesn't mean that they are like that IRL and I feel bad for people who still think that their persona is their real personality. They make bad jokes, even teetering around to the contentious opinions.

Based on what I read and limited knowledge, Nigel is actually a sweet nerdy magician dude who likes to spend some time with his Bebe and his girlfriend.

The only person who can keep up with Nigel is Ian Riccaboni. And if you notice, Ian is the only one who can make him embarrassed. Nigel is an insecure heel retired wrestler/commentator who mocks people but when others say something outside his comfort zone, he becomes a blubbering mess.

Ian said that he'd scissored his wife during The Acclaimed entrance, and Nigel was aghast that Ian actually shared that information. He yelled, "My children are watching this!" (Nigel only has one child), which Ian answered, unbothered, "So are mine." When Nigel gave a standing ovation to Christian, Ian was the one who told him to shut up and sit his ass down.

I think it has something to do with their age. Nigel and Ian have good chemistry together and they won't bother to think about anyone's feelings, unlike Nigel's commentator partners such as JR, Kevin Kelley, and Tony Schiavone who are much older than him. (I also find it funny that Nigel is actually very respectful to his colleagues in real life and even one time tried to protect JR from a brawl).

Adding a female commentator, for example, won't change a thing about the way he talks - he is supposed to be a pig who likes talking dirty but immediately fret when others are dirtier than him, such as Jon Moxley and Zack Sabre Jr.

When Moxley talked about Bryan Danielson's kinky sex, Nigel coldly (and uncomfortably) told him that he didn't need to hear about his personal sex life, which Moxley just laughed off. (IRL Nigel borrowed Bryan's tantric sex book 😂)

Nigel is playing it like a loudmouth conservative British bloke who keeps a high regard for patriarchy and husband rights and Father of The Year from the most despicable wrestlers. He shook hands with Christian Cage, Jeff Jarrett, Ricky Starks, and many more - just because they are heels.

I do find Nigel very entertaining because of his delusional grandeur attitude. He will say anything to defend his favorite heel wrestlers, especially Christian Cage, who is the King of Heels. He's in love with Christian and despises Bryan Danielson with a thousand suns. Which is kinda ironic because back when he was a wrestler, he was the sluttiest wrestler and probably in love with Bryan so much.

#Nigel McGuinness #Christian Cage #AEW #Bryan Danielson #Jon Moxley #Zack Sabre Jr #All Elite Wrestling #AEW Dynamite #All Elite #AEW Rampage #AEW Collision #Ian Riccaboni #Jim Ross #Kevin Kelly #Tony Schiavone

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aleppothemushroom · 1 year

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Shazam 2 was a little too complicated at times and didn't have a tight as a plot as the first one, but it still had the charm, awkwardness, and the "edge" of the first one. If you liked the first one, you'll probably like this one.

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thecrownisagift · 2 months

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Rewatching suits and all I can think about is that the set they used for Mike's prison is the same one that Gallavich were in. Imagine the AU crossover!

#suits #suits usa #mike ross #shameless #gallavich #au #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher

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smoshmonker · 9 months

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Heaven Doesn't Come Close

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Eddie was trying so hard to enjoy it. He had been dead for about two full months now - the first of which had included running around trying desperately to move on to heaven, and this last month, he had been here. He’d gotten what he wanted, but something was missing. Despite being surrounded by nice people, the kind of people he knew would hate him if they got to know him, Eddie couldn’t make friends. He’d never had too much trouble with that before, unless he counted middle school, which he didn’t. He didn’t have any family up here, which left him alone. Perhaps, instead of thinking about new friends, his mind was just elsewhere, thinking about a certain person with dark curly hair and unkempt stubble, wondering why he ever wanted to leave.

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Heaven was awesome.

It was everything most people often thought of when it was brought up. Green pastures dotted with colorful flowers, glimmering lakes, white fluffy clouds, laughter carried on a warm breeze, families reunited. It was paradise.

Eddie was trying so hard to enjoy it. He had been dead for about two full months now - the first of which had included running around trying desperately to move on to heaven, and this last month, he had been here. He’d gotten what he wanted, but something was missing.

Despite being surrounded by nice people, the kind of people he knew would hate him if they got to know him, Eddie couldn’t make friends. He’d never had too much trouble with that before, unless he counted middle school, which he didn’t. He didn’t have any family up here, which left him alone. Perhaps, instead of thinking about new friends, his mind was just elsewhere, thinking about a certain person with dark curly hair and unkempt stubble, wondering why he ever wanted to leave.

Today, he walked along the grass, walking to the spot he always occupied whenever he could - right beside a shimmering blue-green lake. Sometimes children played in it, splashing each other without restraint, giggling and joking. There was a shocking amount of children in heaven, Eddie noticed. He didn’t like the way that realization made him feel.

Sitting beside the water, he tucked his legs underneath him and closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. The air was fresh with a hint of rain, despite the fact that it didn’t rain here. The trees, spread nicely around the field, rustled with the warm breeze, sunlight peeking through the leaves. Laughter and jokes surrounded him, but none too loud that he couldn’t think.

“Hey!”

He jumped, opening his eyes. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw a young girl with a tube in her nose. Her hands were clasped behind her back, an innocent and bright smile on her face. She couldn’t be more than ten - but he’d learned that age could be deceiving here. Some of the children had been here for decades.

Furrowing his brows, he glanced over his shoulder for a moment, expecting that she was talking to someone else. He was the only one here. Hesitantly, he looked back at her. “...Hi. Are you lost?”

“No.” The girl giggled, stepping closer to peer down at her reflection in the lake. Eddie peered over too, almost positive he could see some sort of glimmering silhouette around her. He blinked, hard. He must have been imagining it. “You are Edward Clayton, right?”

A breathy, disbelieving chuckle escaped his lips. “Just Eddie.”

“Eddie. That’s a nice name.” Turning to face him, her sweet smile filled him with a sort of warmth. “My name is Esther. We both start with E.”

“Yeah. Good job.” He tried not to make it sound too sarcastic. “How’d you know my name?”

Taking that as an invitation, the girl sat down beside him. “I’m Jessica Matthews’ guardian angel.”

His heart dropped into his stomach. “What? Really?”

“Yes, really. I know you felt unsure, but she really did love you.”

A part of him felt a little insulted. How could this kid - angel , whatever - know that he had always been insecure about that? He even tried to hide it from himself. He forced air into his lungs, not bothering to hide his disdain.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I’m dead, and she’ll move on someday.”

“Perhaps.” Undeterred, Esther continued. “I’m sorry. I know you have been having a tough time adjusting to being here.”

Eddie frowned. “What? Psh. No. It’s great here. Everybody loves it here. Why wouldn’t I love it here? I spent a whole month trying to get here, of course I love it.”

He was met with a disbelieving look. “You don’t have to lie to me. I know you’re lonely.”

“Okay, look, are you just here to make fun of me? Because if you are, I’m gonna go somewhere else. I’m not about to take penultimate abuse from a toddler.” He moved to get up, but a small hand came up to grab his wrist. He looked down. Her innocent eyes made his chest fill with regret. He squeezed his eyes shut as she spoke.

“That was not my intention. I wanted to offer you something; something you were destined for.”

Screw it. He huffed, plopping back down on the ground. “...What?”

Esther slowly let go of his wrist, lifting her arm so that her hand hovered just above the water. It rippled over and over for a few seconds, and when it cleared, Eddie realized with a jolt that he was looking down into his old apartment. On the couch sat Charlie, his face screwed up in concentration, drawing something on his tablet.

Emotions consumed him all at once, his breath leaving his body in a whoosh. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him, even as Esther began speaking again.

“This is Charlie Ross, right now, at this very moment. He is your friend, right?”

His mouth moved before he could think. “My best friend.”

“He was the one who helped you move on?”

Eddie nodded, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry. He wondered if he dove headfirst into the lake, would he land beside Charlie again, the place where he truly belonged?

Before he could make a move, Charlie glanced up, looking toward the door of the apartment, and the lake rippled. Charlie disappeared. Eddie’s breath caught in his throat again and he hopped to his feet, unsure of what to do with himself. “H-Hey. Hey! Bring him back. Bring him back!” His voice steadily got louder until he caught the look on her face. He took a shaky breath. The next word was barely a whisper. “Please.”

Esther rose to her feet, gently taking both of Eddie’s hands into her own. He let her. “Have you ever wondered why he was the only one who could see you?” His heart still racing, he nodded. “Your souls are intertwined, Eddie. Some way or another, you were always destined to meet. You were destined to be together.”

The implications of the words nearly made his knees give out. “So, what, I’ve been gay this whole time?” He meant it as somewhat of a joke, but his tone was quiet and unsure. It didn’t feel like it, but he did like getting to make Charlie laugh the way he used to make Jessica laugh…

She smiled patiently. “It’s entirely up to you the way that you interpret it. You love Jessica. You also love Charlie. How you label, or do not label, that love is up to you.”

Suddenly he didn’t feel so good. Jessica’s guardian angel was even scarier than she was, and that was saying something. “What…what the hell am I supposed to do with that?” he breathed, some of the anger returning as he pulled his hands away from her to run them through his hair. “Why would you tell me this now? None of it matters! I’ll never see him again!”

“Of course it matters. It always matters,” Esther said gently. “I said you are destined to be together in some way or another. Considering your situation, then, it only makes sense that you will become Charlie’s guardian angel. You may visit him whenever you like, as long as you fulfill your duties.”

Eddie paused. The mere possibility of that sentence was enough to make his legs give out. He fell to his knees, slowly looking up at her. “I can do that?”

“Yes. And I can make it official. Just say the word.”

His brain cleared of fog. He breathed. He could see Charlie again, hear his laugh, smell the shitty cologne from his shirt. “Please…I’ll do anything.”

The grass crunched beneath her feet as she stepped closer, gently placing her hand over his head. “Lay down and close your eyes. Breathe, Eddie.”

Wordlessly, he did as he was told. He waited. Suddenly, the grass tickling his arms disappeared. The quiet laughter was replaced with muted voices. Slowly, he opened his eyes.

He was laying on his old couch. Sitting in front of him were Charlie and Sam - on the tablet was a comic drawn about his funeral. Nearly vibrating with excitement, Eddie propped himself up onto his elbow, blowing on Charlie’s ear. By the time he turned around, and they locked eyes, everything felt right again.

“Jesus Christ!”

“Hey, buddy!”

Charlie smiled, a look of fond disbelief on his face. “Eddie, what are you doing here?!”

Eddie grinned back.

This was his paradise. Heaven didn’t even come close.

#smosh #ghostmates #ian hecox #anthony padilla #eddie clayton #charlie ross #7 years late to the party and no one wants this but here we gooooo #wanting a ghostmates sequel right now #agoldengalaxy #my post

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erstwhile-punk-guerito · 4 months

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