#propane nightmares

[meilia-stims]

Can i request a music stimboard for the song Propane Nightmares by Pendulum

Propane Nightmares by Pendulum stimboard for anon

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#stimboard #stim #meilia’s stimboards #request #fire stim #fire tw #tw fire #propane nightmares #pendulum #pendulum band #band stim #music stim #song stim #drum stim

[captain-habit]

PENDULUM || PROPANE NIGHTMARES [GRABBITZ REMIX]

In a trail of fire, I’ll burn before you bury me..! 

#i have always always always loved this song #but only heard this remix RECENTLY #fuckin love pendulum #musiic #music #spotify #pendulum #the reworks #propane nightmares #grabbitz #grabbitz remix #propane nightmares grabbitz remix #edm

[devourer-of-gods]

Propane Nightmares by Pendulum

#pendulum #propane nightmares #music #reen's fav #Youtube

[bagrisham]

Song of the Day: Propane Nightmares

Song of the Day: Propane Nightmares

Today’s song is Propane Nightmares by Pendulum. Alt Pop. Fast paced, bombastic, and some self-challenging lyrics. A great track. The drums on display here are exceptional. Each listen really draws more attention to how good they are. But I’m not gonna listen to your lies that keep me face down on the floor.  The speed is a major part of the ‘pressure’ theme, and it either works for…

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#Bagrisham #Brandon Grisham #Pendulum #Propane Nightmares #song #Song of the day

[horseblob]

my king of the hill pmv

#i made this one night when i couldnt stop thinking about king of the hill #koth #mlp #things by me #/you are listening to pendulum - propane nightmares

[episims]

~ url song game ~🎧

Yes yes I'm here for all the music games, cheers for the tag @microscotch!

Exodus - Brand of Sacrifice

Poison - The Browning

Inhale / Exhale - A Light Divided

Silhouette - Periphery

It's Gonna Hurt - Sullivan King

Mirage - Frontiéres, Alpha Wolf

Silent Spinner - Pendulum

Tags to (I was struggling even with one E) @deedee-sims, @grilledcheese-aspiration, @themeasureofasim, @esotheria-sims, @pixeldolly, @eulaliasims, @jellymeduza, @moyokeansimblr, and @phoebe-twiddle. No pressure :)

#nonsims #meme #challenge #music tag #i couldn't have gotten this answer much weirder #silhouette has a fucking modulation #that's some progressive humor #the linked songs also include: #breakdowns #genre blending #androgynous vocals #strings #screaming in french #a propane nightmares reference

[closertotheheartofthesunrise]

*does a kickflip* HEY I CAN STILL DO IT (draw sequential images, use after effects, make compositional choices, etc)

want to work on this more and refine it and make better decisions and flex my action board muscles >:)))))))

#oc #tf2 #storyboards #NASTY DRAWINGS...............but. mostly legible i think #sure propane nightmares may be a soldier song in the cultural lore or whatever but im the pyro main and i get to pick the music #also its called propane nightmares. cmon. it can be a pyro highlight reel song #first boards in almost a year since i graduated lmao thanks tf2

[gale-in-space]

Ough… bg3 cyberpunk au

#as in the genre not the game #was listening to propane nightmares by pendulum when i thought of this #i would melt if i saw gale in like. kevin flynn esque robes #and my tav in glowy armor #i think it would be neat

[tankmansteve]

PRAISE THE ANGER, BRING IT ON HOME!

#tankmen #tankman #newgrounds #tankmen steve #dw about the song lyrics #its pendulum's propane nightmares #song fucks hard you should listen to it #my art #steve

[bonni]

I love songs that are like... after the first verse, there's such a huge tonal shift in the music that it sounds like a new song, but then at the end, the earlier part comes back and they're properly incorporated into a single song... I call them sandwich songs... recommend me your favorite sandwich songs

#chatter #the best and most popular example i can think of off the top of my head is propane nightmares by pendulum

[joels6string]

Whatever Helps You Sleep

Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: It's a restless night for you and the nomad you've been tied to in search of a new place to call home.

Rating: E

Word Count: 2.8k

Content: unprotected p in v sex, fingering, creampie in a post-apocalyptic world like morons, so much desperation, Joel Miller being a grumpy but standup guy

Everything hurt. All the fucking time. 

Every joint throbbed, the balls and socket grinding and scraping, each taut fiber threading beneath your skin begging for any release of the eternal tension that had settled in over two decades ago, the cold you’d still not gotten used to amplifying the ache as you laid on the rickety old mattress on the floor. The springs jutting into your back certainly didn’t help, nor did the sounds in the distance too far away to identify. The knots in your stomach mimicked the ones that had settled into each muscle, your teeth chattering against the chill of the fall night. 

“Why you twitchin’ like that?” Joel. 

The man you now traveled with had found you holed up alone in a building, your fingers trembling on a rifle that looked too big in your hands and eyes wide enough to display the fear that had consumed your every waking minute clear as day. The loss of your group at the hand of bandits had left you alone and unfit to travel the infected-swarmed lands around you. You’d accepted your fate to starve to death or put a bullet in your own brain should you get a bite. While you hadn’t been the weakest link on your team, you couldn’t go it solo. But Joel and his 15-year-old girl, Ellie had come bursting through in search of supplies and while he’d made you beg for your life with the cold metal of his revolver pressed to your temple, he let you keep it, offering safe passage through to the next habitable town. 

That was months ago.

“Sorry,” you mumbled at his complaint, you hadn’t even realized you’d been doing it. 

“What hurts?” he asked, that gravelly voice heavy with exhaustion, or maybe exasperation. 

“I’m fine.”

“Then stop movin' so damn much.”

Easier said than done. That rhythmic movement was the only thing easing the pain and keeping you even slightly warm, your subconscious searching for relief here in a rare quiet moment. An old bullet wound in your hip always flared up when the temperature got too low, paired with years of unrest and panic, comfort was nothing but a forgotten memory. 

“You’re makin’ the floor seem like a better option,” he grunted again, guilt joining the churning turmoil in your gut.

“I’m sorry.”

“You cold?”

Yes. Yes, you were fucking cold. It had to be no more than 40 degrees and all you had was a pair of jeans worn thin as the tissue paper that had gone extinct far too soon and a flannel that barely reached your wrists. You were freezing. 

“I said I’m fine,” you snapped back, thankful Joel had given Ellie the bedroom to sleep in, she needed the rest away from the bickering.

“I know what you said,” he retorted, “but you ain’t good at lying.”

He had you there. Especially when your dishonesty manifested in a hunt for solace from perpetual agony. 

“Is it your hip?” He knew. He’d pulled the bullet out and cauterized it not even two months into your time with them. Your piercing wails as the searing hot metal had seared at your flesh still haunted your nightmares, the smell burned into your nose, and Joel’s apologetic fretting at the time was the most unguarded you’d ever seen him. For a moment he made you think he actually cared.

“Yeah,” you muttered, arguing was fruitless.

“Undo your jeans.” What did he say? “Get some heat and pressure on it.”

In the search for any form of reprieve, you did as he asked. He’d gotten up, you could hear water sloshing and the click of the propane heating plate you’d used to warm your dinner, his heavy boots thudding above your head before his weight dipped the mattress again. 

“May I?” His tone was gentle and quiet—wary—and you nodded.

Joel was an attractive man, and not just by today’s standards but by general ones. Tall, broad, and sun-goldened skin, his hair and beard graying faster than they should beneath the weight he carried. Despite his hulking frame and aloof demeanor, there was a grace to him; you hated admitting to yourself that should he ever ask, you’d be more than willing to offer yourself up. You’d done well to repress the urges you first felt walking behind him and watching his wide shoulders sway and his competence around weapons and foraging alike, but every so often they crept back, usually on nights like this where you begged for a sliver of respite. 

A warm, wet cloth pressed against the hideous scar marring the side of your hip, a loud sigh whooshing from your lips. It did feel nice. The heat washed down to your numb toes, his large palm holding pressure down that did alleviate enough of the misery that owned you to let you settle, your knees no longer rubbing together in search of comfort. 

“You’re freezing,” he noted, and you bit back the retort on your tongue teasing him for pointing out the obvious, “I gave Ellie the blanket, all I got is a coat.”

“It’s fine,” you lied again, the heel of his palm pressing down and drawing a relieved cry from your parted lips as your cheeks heated in embarrassment. 

He did it again, massaging out the rigidity holding you hostage, the muscle loosening beneath his weight, trigger points releasing as he pressed them against the bones of your pelvis. When the rag had cooled, you expected him to roll over and try to sleep again, but a large hand swallowed you whole as he continued, now skin on skin, the sensation sending a forbidden surge between your thighs. This time, your teeth sunk into your lower lip in lieu of allowing the traitorous whines from breaking free. He’d gotten closer at some point, you could feel the heat radiating off of his body, your resolve holding strong enough to resist closing the remaining distance between you. 

“Why didn’t you leave me with that group a few months back?” you finally asked, the question had been burning in your mind since he’d refused to let you stay with a small civilization you’d found. It had been your original agreement after all. 

“Didn’t trust ‘em,” he answered quietly, his fingers continuing to knead into your flesh, “I have enough trouble sleepin’.”

That was as heartfelt as Joel Miller was going to get tonight. 

Callouses met scar tissue as you melted into the lumps in the surface molding around you now, his trigger finger finding a new skill as he soothed you to enough comfort to have your eyelids fluttering closed. The cold still nipped at your toes and nose, your body trembling as a result despite the searing hot palm on your skin. But at least the pain had receded enough.

“Scootch on back,” he murmured, tugging on you lightly in what resembled more of an offer than an instruction, but it was one you couldn’t refuse. 

Within seconds you were no longer yearning for the scratchy wool blanket Joel kept folded in his pack, his chest firm against your back, knees locked behind yours, and a heavy hand on your lower stomach the only source of warmth you needed. You sought more, closing what little distance remained between you as he shifted to allow you the space to do so, your smaller frame fitting easily in the stretch of his chest. 

“Now will you stop fidgetin’?” The husky tone he spoke with was softer than the first, less perturbed, his fingers still brushing through the open waistband of your jeans. 

It was mortifying but practically instinctual the way you pressed your backside against him, hoping his fingers would slip lower, breach the fraying waistband of the panties you’d cycled through for too many years. He stiffened slightly as you repeated the motion, desperate as lust took control, you could feel it in the way his bicep flexed on your arm and his palm pressed slightly tighter. The proximity allowed you to vibrate with the repressed groan he kept trapped in his chest, your brain too fogged from the scent of dirt and gunpowder clinging to his skin and the way his beard caught on your hair as he shifted, pressing his growing bulge against you lightly. 

“Joel…” It fell pathetically from your lips, whining and dazed as your stomach tensed at his offer to give what you’d so ardently desired. 

He clicked his tongue. “Why d’you gotta say it like that?”

“Please.”

Whatever control he’d been gripping like the barrel of his shotgun fell away, his hand leaving your abdomen to sting in the stark temperature change and pinch your chin, turning your face towards his own. You could barely see him in the dark, but the vulnerability swimming in his eyes glowed in the faint moonlight seeping in from the window. Did you take this plunge? There was no going back. Not for you. When you parted ways—and you knew you would—what happened then? Would you get over him? This man that saved your life more times than you could count with your fingers and toes, fed you before himself, and fought the battles you couldn’t. In a world as broken as this, Joel Miller stood alone.

His kiss was timid, testing the limits and giving you enough time to change your mind here and now before it escalated. Always the gentleman. But when you pulled his bottom lip between your own deepening what he’d begun, it took seconds for his tongue to dart into your waiting mouth and unleash a dam of pent-up attraction and need. 

The fervor you accepted his affections with only fueled the embering fire, his growl of appreciation echoing in your mouth as your fingers thread into his hair to pull him closer, the grayed locks softer than you expected. You didn’t know what to expect from him, was he generous or selfish? Greedy or giving? The question was answered as his weathered fingers slowly slid down your torso, palming roughly at your breasts as he kissed you still before slipping them beneath the final barrier and cupped at your mound, his middle slowly dragging through your slit.

“Jesus Christ,” he marveled at the slick that had accumulated, your lips brushing through the whiskers on his jaw as you spread your thighs wider to grant him access.

No time was wasted, too much had already and that was being made very clear by the sopping mess between your thighs and the franticness Joel’s belt and jeans were undone to relieve the pressure on the effect you had over him. His middle digit found your clit, circling slowly while he enjoyed the way your back was arching and the subdued whimpers ever so faintly evident in your panting breath. His hair was still knotted in your grasp and you greedily tugged his lips back to yours, sloppily kissing him as you let the heat coursing through you take control, losing your inhibitions and enjoying this long-awaited moment.

Your gluttonous body welcomed him eagerly when he dragged lower and slid inside your waiting channel, his hand clamping over your mouth just in time to muffle the wanton cry that finally broke free. The way he shushed you only made it worse, your body bucking down against his hand impatient for more. Slipping his ring finger in stretched you even further, his pace increasing as you writhed in his hold, your breath hot on his palm as it puffed out in blissful little gusts. 

“Warmin’ up?” he cooed gruffly, his tone hinting at cocky as you cried out again, his fingers scratching at the rough patch deep inside of blackening what little your vision could see.

You were teetering on the edge, your body rocking on the precipice before his thumb pressed down on your buzzing bundle of nerves and sent you rappelling down into euphoria. White hot heat banished the last of the cold that lingered, your hairline damp as your shirt clung to the sweat pouring down your back. 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he soothed, continuing gentler now as you spasmed in his arms, “That felt good, didn’t it?”

All you could muster was a nod, the hand that was still lightly covering your mouth gripping your chin and directing your mouth to his again, his tongue probing into your parted lips as you collected enough coherence to kiss him lazily in return. 

“Your turn,” you breathed, a crooked smirk twitching as he pulled your jeans down to the middle of your thighs, shifting enough to free himself from his loosened garments. 

“You tell me if it ain’t right,” he instructed, nuzzling his nose behind your ear as the head of his cock slipped between your folds, pushing into you slowly as he sighed in contentment.

It was right. It was so fucking right you instinctually fucked yourself back, sheathing him completely in one swift movement. He was long and thick, stretching you past where any other had gotten you, your body molding around him as if it had been waiting for him to make it whole. A hand on your hip kept you still had he began to gently rut into you, acclimating to the feeling of being immersed in a woman’s warm, wet heat in an effort to not cut this shorter than it already probably would be. You were impossibly full, it had been a long time since you’d trusted anyone enough for this, your fingers no match for what he could do and the way he made you feel.

“Shit, you feel good,” he purred in that Texan accent that made you swoon, “You okay?”

“Uh-huh,” you gasped, your fingers returning to his hair to cradle him close.

The pace picked up, his hand on your hip sliding back between your thighs as he thrust harder and faster chasing a high he hadn’t felt in years. You wanted more, wanted to give him more, and as he began to lose control your body began to drift from your side to your stomach, his arms working to brace himself over your prone form as you lifted your hips slightly into the air to feel every punch of his hips on yours. Your ass rippled against his force, his grunts fueling the second wave crashing against your lower abdomen, the pressure building rapidly as he fucked into you like a man starved. The crook of your arm caught your sounds as he sought relief in you, the only thing keeping you in place were his hands as your knees slipped on the bare surface of the mattress you were pressed into. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” he mewled, slamming you back onto his length as he surged forward, every inch of him buried deep in your cunt until you were strangling him as you came again, him following not long behind.

When he finally stilled you could feel him spurting thick and hot inside of you, your pussy still twitching around him as your shaky legs burned from the exertion. As he pulled out you whined in protest at the loss, your body collapsing down as he reached for a rag and began wiping what was leaking from between your legs. 

“Shouldn’t have done that,” he griped as another glob dripped free, “Got carried away.”

“Timing should work in our favor,” you eased, your cycle still the only normal thing left in this God-forsaken world and he grunted in acknowledgment, his brow relaxing from its concerned grimace. 

“We should get some sleep.”

You nodded, watching him carefully as he settled back down on his back, his head turning to peer at you and finding your wide-eyed anticipation staring back at him. With a chuckle he opened his right arm out welcoming you onto his chest, a gesture you scampered to take before he changed his mind. You tucked yourself into the space between his neck and jaw, your arm draping over his middle as he wrapped you up tight. It didn’t take long to fall asleep. 

When you woke the next morning he was already up, repacking up and readying for another day on the road to nowhere. 

“We’re headin’ down to settle somewhere,” he sounded from the corner, his gaze remaining locked on his open pack, “figured you could get your fresh start there.”

“With you?” you asked timidly, your voice still heavy with sleep after the best night of rest you’d had in years.

“I don’t see why not.”

Ellie’s arrival into the kitchen you and Joel had slept in cut your conversation short, her always perceptive eyes flicking from you to Joel on the other side of the room. 

“Did you two finally seal the deal?” the teenager asked nonchalantly, both your faces falling in horror. You thought you’d been quiet. “What? Don’t worry, my innocent eyes and ears were spared if you did. You’ve just…never smiled at her when she’s actually looking.”

Joel Miller Masterlist

Series coming soon: More Than My Father’s Son

#joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfic #pedrostories #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut

[reality-detective]

Was the Baltimore Bridge attacked? 👇

The Baltimore bridge collapse was an “absolutely brilliant strategic attack” on US critical infrastructure - most likely cyber - & our intel agencies know it. In information warfare terms, they just divided the US along the Mason Dixon line exactly like the Civil War.

Second busiest strategic roadway in the nation for hazardous material now down for 4-5 years - which is how long they say it will take to recover. The bridge was built specifically to move hazardous material - fuel, diesel, propane gas, nitrogen, highly flammable materials, chemicals and oversized cargo that cannot fit in the tunnels - that supply chain now crippled.

Make no mistake: this was an extraordinary attack in terms of planning, timing & execution.

The two critical components on that bridge are the two load-bearing pylons on each end, closest to the shore. They are bigger, thicker and deeper than anything else. These are the anchor points and they knew that hitting either one one of them would be a fatal wound to the integrity of the bridge.

Half a mile of bridge went in the river - likely you will have to build a new one. Also caused so much damage to the structural integrity of the bottom concrete part that you cannot see & won’t know until they take the wreckage apart. Structural destruction is likely absolutely.

Attack perfectly targeted.

“They have figured out how to bring us down. As long as you stay away from the teeth of the US military, you can pick the US apart. We are an arrogant and ignorantly - lethal combination. Obama said they would fundamentally change America and they did. We are in a free-fall ride on a roller coaster right now - no brakes - just picking up speed.”

The footage shows the cargo ship never got in the approach lane in the channel. You have to be in the channel before you get into that turn. Location was precise/deliberate: They chose a bend in the river where you have to slow down and commit yourself - once you are committed in that area there is not enough room to maneuver.

Should have had a harbor pilot to pilot the boat. You are not supposed to traverse any obstacles without the harbor pilot.

They chose a full moon so they would have maximum tidal shift - rise and fall. Brisk flow in that river on a normal day & have had a lot of rain recently so water was already moving along at a good pace.

Hit it with enough kinetic energy to knock the load-bearing pylon out from under the highway - which fatally weakens the span and then 50 percent of the bridge fell into the water.

All these factors when you look at it  - this is how you teach people how to do this type of attack and there are so few people left in the system who know this. We have a Junior varsity team on the field.

Tremendous navigational obstruction. Huge logistical nightmare to clean this up. The number of dead is tragic but not the whole measure of the attack.

That kind of bridge is constantly under repair - always at night because there is so much traffic and they cannot obstruct that during the day. So concern is for repair guys who were on foot (out of their vehicles) working who may now be in the water - 48 degrees at most at this time of year.

When you choke off Baltimore you have cut the main north-south hazardous corridor (I-95) in half. Now everyone has to go around the city - or go somewhere else.

To move some of that cargo through the tunnel you may be able to get a permit but those are slow to get and require an escort system that is expensive and has to be done at night.

For every $100 dollars that goes into the city, $12 comes from shipping. Believe this will cripple the city of Baltimore at a time when they do not have the resources to recover.

- Lara Logan

The traffic issue was mentioned in this 👇 post

Maybe we have to dig deeper into this Bridge collapse further. Could it be a deeper issue? What's in those shipping containers? Who owns the ship?

Is it for this 👆

It has been 3 years and 3 days since the Evergreen blocked the Suez Canal. Does the number 33 mean anything?

Was this a "Black Swan Event?"

I'm just asking questions? 🤔

#pay attention #educate yourselves #educate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think about it #think for yourselves #think for yourself #do your homework #do some research #do your own research #ask yourself questions #question everything #black swan #distraction #save the children #save our children #save humanity #crimes against humanity #you decide

[fareehaandspaniards]

Good Hunters, please tell what songs you associate with Bloodborne? Or maybe with your favourite character from this game

Mine are: Moby - Lift me Up (for my Guillermo and Micolash)

Pendulum - Propane Nightmares (for Gehrman, Doll and Maria plot triangle)

#bloodborne #question #music #good hunter #fromsoft games #soulsborne #fromsoftware #micolash host of the nightmare #gehrman the first hunter #lady maria of the astral clocktower #plain doll

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Showdown • Different • Propane Nightmares • Visions • Midnight Runner • The Other Side • Mutiny • 9,000 Miles • Granite • The Tempest

Spotify ♪ YouTube

#hyltta-polls #polls #artist: pendulum #language: english #decade: 2000s #Dancefloor Drum and Bass #Big Beat #Alternative Rock #Breakbeat

[silver-samurai]

5 songs, 3 outifts! ( •̀ω•́ )✧

Rules: post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

Tagged by @mail-me-a-snail <3 your songs and oufits for Vance are awesome. I always have very specific songs in mind when I think of Eito (I'm surprised I still didn't do a playlist), so here we go. No particular order.

5 songs! 🎶

Asking Alexandria - The Black

While I associate this with the relationship between Eito and Johnny in the beginning, it can also be an internal monologue...

You make me feel like I'm fucking drowning (I need to cut you out, I need to cut you out) You made my world come crashing down around me (I need to cut you out)

Blue Stahli - Kill Me Every Time

Obviously, clearly, especially when they f*ck. But also not.

I feel your last conviction - And I'm underneath You kissed me with a bullet - Between your teeth

You like the way that I struggle - You're my favorite sin I'm playing the willing victim - And when I give in

You kill me every time (You kill me every time)

Pendulum - Propane Nightmare

Representing the determination of Eito in freeing both himself and Johnny from the Relic problem, alive of course.

In a trail of fire I know we will be free again In the end we will be one In a trail of fire I'll burn before you bury me Set your sights for the sun

Static-X - December

Not gonna lie, this reminds me a LOT of Mikoshi and the suspention of time in there; in my HC ending, Eito has to "wait" for a while in a Relic chip to be saved, reflecting what happened to Johnny in the last 50 years.

Sun shines through haze I put my thoughts Toward future days It's no surprise I close my eyes And close the door

Soul Extract - Roentgen

This is more related to Phantom Liberty and how Eito goes through Songbird's situation, how he might feel about it; they both run against time to save themselves, and they both trust a code that should never be trusted.

You're alive And I'll find you here waiting inside Holding onto the flame, the fire An ancient device You're alive Stepping closer to the one that cannot hide Reflecting the broken words that fade to night Departing the sickness known as time

And now... 3 Outifts! 🧥

Since he already tends to a rock/punk style and likes his japanese roots, the first one would be a very casual but comfortable one, for everyday situations (possibly ones not requiring killing lol); Second one is more similar to his current style, but lighter and probably better for a night out; Third one feel like a mix for mixed weather, would definitively wear. I wonder if Veetaniy isn't involved here.

Without pressure feel free to ignore throw me a Chancla™ etc., I tag @koda-shoulda-woulda-but-didnt, @aceghosts and @totentnz But if you're reading this and want to do this, feel booped tagged as well.

Have a lovely day my dears <3

#oc: eito #oc tag game #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk oc #cyberpunk v #cyberpunk 2077 oc #Spotify #SoundCloud

[lacikaszep]

#Spotify