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banyun-gong · 1 year

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[DJAWA] No.215_模特Pia_Sheer Chiffon Apron

(主题私房白色透明女仆装完美诱惑写真)

#5500 #pia #djawa #女仆装 #55 #00

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corvianbard · 8 months

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Shine bright, Apollo. Then, again shall Hyacinth rise As a fair blossom.

#my poem #poem #poetry #haiku #apollo #hyacinth #blossom #5500

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timedealerhotmail · 2 years

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Trying on a few of my Vintage Rolex Straps. Do you like the new (old) look of my Vintage Air-King? Rolex 5500 in Melbourne. #rolex #vintage #collectingvintage #watchcollector #tropicaldial #rolexcollector #daytona #submariner #perpetual #101031 #watchcollection #vintage #rolex5500 #vintagerolex #gmtmaster #airking #explorer #rolexstrap #oysterperpetual #watchfam #5500 #rolexwatch #rolexwatches #rolexcollection #rolexcollectors #watchmaker #wristshot #watchenthusiastsmelbourne #rolexcollectorsaustralia #timedealer @mondanibooks @mondaniweb @mondanidoc @hodinkee @phillipswatches @rolex @rolexcollectorsaustralia @andychanrolex @timedealerhotmail @rolexknowledge @rolexinformation @phillipswatches @christieswatches @sothebyswatches @watchfinderofficial @watchtradingco @watchfinderofficial @watchbox @ifuckinglovewatches @rolex @rolexpassionreport @alexcianivintage (at Melbourne, Victoria, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiW17isLmcH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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every-tome · 1 year

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#everytome #s3 #s3e8 #5500

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top100k · 5 months

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Beurer ipl 5500 pure skin pro отзывы ⏩ https://kahgo.ru/lH7gqSg

💯 ДОМАШНИЙ ЛАЗЕРНЫЙ ЭПИЛЯТОР AIMANFUN - ДОРОГОСТОЯЩАЯ КОСМЕТОЛОГИЧЕСКАЯ ПРОЦЕДУРА У ВАС ДОМА

- Позабудьте про сбривание, воск, шугаринг, электрические депиляторы.

- Ликвидирует волосы на много месяцев.

- Пойдет для всяких волос, в том числе пушковых и светлых.

- Полностью безболезненно и невредно для поверхности кожи.

Чем эпиляция предпочтительнее депиляции?

Эпиляция дает возможность не только срезать волосы, а удалить их луковицы. В конечном счете добивается более продолжительный эффект гладкой и чистой кожи. Если при депиляции (срезании волоса) ненужная растительность начинает снова возникать уже через пару дней (поверхность кожи делается шершавой для прикосновений), то эффект воздействия от процедуры эпиляции закрепляется на протяжении 9-15 месяцев.

Самый надёжный способ процедуры эпиляции – лазерный. Эпиляция чем лучше делать дома.

В течение косметической процедуры под действием точечного света происходит нагревание меланина в корне волоса. Восковая эпиляция подмышек отзывы. Под воздействием теплоты кровь, питающая фолликулу, сворачивается и забивает сосуд. Шугаринг дома отзывы фото до и после. Без поступления важных веществ волос выпадает. Депиляция казань. Это делается со всеми волосами, которые подверглись воздействию лазером. Аппарат депилятор для женщин цена.

Но у лазерной эпиляции присутствует и значительный недостаток – это недешевая косметологическая услуга, которая содержит в себе несколько посещений рабочего кабинета косметолога. Крем для депиляции лица купить.

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Малогабаритный лазерный электроэпилятор «Aimanfun» помогает устранять нежелательные волосы в домашних условиях. Восковая депиляция ног видео. Aimanfun имеет пять степеней интенсивности светового импульса, что помогает правильно выбрать приемлемый режим для разного типа волос. Лазерное удаление волос спб.

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everestmotors · 1 year

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Thank you Procoro for trusting us with the purchase of your 2022 Ram 5500 Tradesman 4x4 Diesel. Be safe on your way back to Escondido, #California and welcome to Everest Motors family! https://www.everestmotorsinc.com #everestmotors #houston #Texas #ram #5500 #cummins #dieseltrucks #4x4 #weselldieseltrucks #dieseltrucksforsale #expectagreatdeal (at Everest Motors, Inc) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpGJ0R_uK18/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#california #everestmotors #houston #texas #ram #5500 #cummins #dieseltrucks #4x4 #weselldieseltrucks #dieseltrucksforsale #expectagreatdeal

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bharatlivenewsmedia · 1 year

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BSF Raising Day 2022 सीमेवर लक्ष ठेवण्यासाठी 5500 कॅमेरे

BSF Raising Day 2022 सीमेवर लक्ष ठेवण्यासाठी 5500 कॅमेरे पाकिस्तान आणि बांगलादेशसह 6386.36 किमी लांबीच्या आंतरराष्ट्रीय सीमेचे रक्षण करणारे सर्वात मोठे निमलष्करी दल सीमा सुरक्षा दल 1 डिसेंबर रोजी आपला 58 वा स्थापना दिवस साजरा करत आहे. बीएसएफने स्थापनेपासून अनेक चढ-उतार पाहिले आहेत आणि आता सीमा व्यवस्थापनातील तांत्रिक आव्हानांना सामोरे जावे लागत आहे, ज्यांना चांगल्या प्रकारे तोंड दिले जात…

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#2022 #5500 #bsf #day #raising #आहे #कॅमेरे #गंभीर #ठेवण्यासाठी #मुद्दा #लक्ष #सीमेवर

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jankoweb · 2 years

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#supportassist #dell #5500

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diezmil10000 · 1 month

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a lot of people have followed me for dungeon meshi so.... first of all, hi!! i'm not much of a fandom person, i just like to draw the lesbians i'm interested in and reblog cool art of said lesbians. i also reblog some other stuff, and if you only follow me for my art feel free to follow my art-only blog @10000art :)

i've been on tumblr long enough to know about basic etiquette but i literally only post for myself, i kinda use my blog as an archive to find stuff i've reblogged. this is the only platform in which i properly tag my works, because tags are functional and i get happy when people find the stuff they're looking for, but i genuinely don't care about likes or reblogs. in fact, i get easily overwhelmed by social interactions and i've disabled comments almost everywhere + don't usually look at my notifs tab.

i'm at a point where even if i only look at my reblogs, i can't read all of the possitive tags i get from people. i appreciate the effort though, and sometimes i go through my own art to see people's reactions from it ♡ but i don't keep track of any of my followers. i'm just saying this so that all of you know that there is no pressure to support me or even to keep following me!! i literally won't notice.

i'm not some kind of mysterious artist who doesn't interact with their followers, i'm just very introverted and i've had Bad Fandom Experiences so i just want to chill. yuri is the only thing i care about. i have a FAQ pinned in my profile and my askbox is always open even for violent anon questions which i still get for some fucking reason and are always extremely funny.

hope you have a nice day everyone, it's 3am here in spain so goodnight!

#if you want to know how many followers i have #it's 4500 rn #over 5500 on twt and 1000 on insta but those follower counts aren't private #i need to post weirder art because i dislike having people follow me for 'mainstream content' if you know what i mean #it's ok because i got obsessed with lgts recently so i'll be back to my 500 notes era soon <3

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searchsystem · 1 year

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Sony / ICF-5500 / Portable Radio / 1972

#sony #icf-5500 #portable radio #1972 #music #product #radio

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blueiskewl · 8 months

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5500-Year-Old City Gate Unearthed in Israel

The Israel Antiquities Authority announced on Tuesday that archaeologists have discovered the earliest known ancient gate in the land of Israel, at Tel Erani, near Kiryat Gat Industrial Zone.

The Tel ‘Erani was fortified in the Early Bronze I period, more than 5,000 years ago, and was one of the major economic and commercial centers of this period in the southern Levant.

The ancient city of Tel Erani is one of the first examples of urbanization in Israel and the gate’s discovery indicates that urbanization in the region occurred centuries earlier than believed.

Previously, experts had believed that urbanization in this area had started around 5,200 years ago, which was the age of the oldest known gate in Israel. Until the current discovery, the oldest gate to a fortified city was in Tel Arad, near Beersheba. But the dating of the Tel Erani gate pushes the evidence of the start of urbanization back by a number of centuries, to around 5,500 years ago.

Prior to laying a water pipe, the Israel Antiquities Authority conducted an excavation funded by Mekorot, Israel’s national water company, over the last month. During this excavation, a gate and part of an ancient city’s fortification system dating to the Early Bronze IB, approximately 3,300 years ago, were discovered. These structures reflect the beginning of urbanization in the Land of Israel and the Southern Levant.

The Tel Erani gate, which was preserved at a height of 1.5 m, is comprised of a passageway built of large stones that leads into the ancient city. Two towers made of large stones flank the gate, and between them there are rows of mudbricks. This gate is attached to the city walls that were uncovered in previous excavations.

According to Emily Bischoff, Director of the excavation on behalf of the Israel Antiquities Authority: “This is the first time that such a large gate dating to the Early Bronze IB has been uncovered. To construct the gate and the fortification walls, stones had to be brought from a distance, mudbricks had to be manufactured and the fortification walls had to be constructed. This was not achieved by one or a few individuals. The fortification system is evidence of a social organization that represents the beginning of urbanization.”

“It is probable that all passers-by, traders or enemies, who wanted to enter the city had to pass through this impressive gate,” says Martin-David Pasternak, IAA researcher of this period. “The gate not only defended the settlement, but also conveyed the message that one was entering an important strong settlement that was well-organized politically, socially, and economically. This was the message to outsiders, possibly also to Egypt, where the process that would lead to the unification of the Lower and Upper Egypt under King Narmer was already beginning.”

Pasternak adds that, “At the end of the Early Bronze Age, the Egyptians themselves arrived here and settled the tell, and they reused the gate.”

According to Dr. Yitzhak Paz, IAA archaeologist specializing in the Early Bronze Age period, “Tell Erani, which is about 150 dunams in size, was an important early urban center in this area in the Early Bronze period. The tell site was part of a large and important settlement system in the southwestern area of the country in this period. Within this system, we can identify the first signs of the urbanization process, including settlement planning, social stratification, and public building. The newly uncovered gate is an important discovery that affects the dating of the beginning of the urbanization process in the country.”

The extensive excavations carried out by the Israel Antiquities Authority over recent years have led to dating the beginning of urbanization to the end of the fourth millennium BCE, but the excavations carried out at Tell Erani have now shown that this process began even earlier, in the last third of the fourth millennium BCE.

Archaeologists also found a number of interesting smaller discoveries, including a complete alabaster jar, a number of juglets, and red-colored bowls.

By oguz kayra.

#5500-Year-Old City Gate Unearthed in Israel #earliest known ancient gate #Tel Erani #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #history news #ancient history #ancient culture #ancient civilizations #ancient israel #israeli history

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skittlesfics · 2 years

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name: fever burnin' faster

pairing: Eddie Munson x Best Friend! Reader

word count: 5006

summary: You were content just being best friends with Eddie until you almost lost him

content/warnings: smut, fem reader, penetrative sex, oral sex f receiving, a bit of crying but not really dacryphilia, sex with feelings, marijuana and alcohol use

author’s note: I wanted to try a header like all the tumblr girlies so I edited a pretty basic canva template. Anyway I wrote this fic based entirely on the header, I had 0 idea what I was going to write going in and here we are 5k words later. Title is from an AC/DC song.

The beer was too cold in your hand when you picked it up, but you snatched Eddie’s lighter from its spot beside the ashtray and used it to pop the lid open anyway, just like he taught you. Your eyes flickered instinctively to his, looking for his approval, and you got it in the form of a goofy, proud grin. He’d spent a whole night teaching you that trick, back when it was just the two of you. Back before the whole world seemed to go to shit and the two of you went from being the only real adults in your friend group to two of five.

You returned his smile and took a swig of the beer. It wasn’t the same cheap shit that Eddie used to score from Wayne, no Steve had seen to the end of that pretty quickly when he saw what it was the two of you were drinking. You appreciated the sentiment, but part of you was nostalgic for the taste of cheap and easy.

You chased a droplet of condensation down the length of your bottle with the tip of your finger, thinking about how long it had been since any hangout was just you and Eddie. That used to be easy, too. Not this choking, overwhelming mess of emotions left unsaid, longing gazes over an ashtray, not this painful squeeze in your chest when Eddie did anything normal.

Maybe you had always loved Eddie and just failed to notice. Or maybe it just didn’t matter because Eddie was just always going to be there and surely the two of you would get to that later. Until he almost wasn’t. Until you almost didn’t. And you didn’t have to face it anyway when Steve always seemed to be there as a buffer, or Robin was visiting because she needed advice right now or Nancy was stopping by just to check on you two, or the kids wanted an impromptu D&D session because it wasn’t like anyone had anything better to do.

This was the first time in what was feeling like an impossible span of time that you and Eddie were… alone. And you had forgotten how to do this. How to be easy and carefree. How to just let the banter happen. How to be close without it feeling too close.

“Penny for your thoughts, princess?” Eddie asked, walking around the folding table to bump his hip up against yours. Too close like that. You took a sip of your beer to stall, smiling around the bitter taste.

“That’s all I’m worth to you, Munson?” You teased. It was the right answer, because he threw his head back and laughed like you said something much funnier than you had, throwing his free arm around you like it belonged there. You pretended like his touch didn’t burn. Like every point of contact wasn’t burning you alive with something you weren’t ready to put words to.

“That’s all I can afford. You think I’m made of money?” When you laughed that time it felt a little easier, a little lighter, a little more natural. You answered his first question instead of his second.

“I was just thinking it’s been a while since it’s been just the two of us down here.” You admitted. Your mouth was suddenly dry, but you hesitated as you lifted your beer to your mouth. This was the second one, you didn’t want to get completely trashed, especially not when Eddie had rolled up a joint special, just for the two of you to share.

As if he could read your mind, Eddie put down his beer and reached for the joint. You offered him his lighter but he just held the joint between his lips and leaned towards your hand. You took the hint, twisting the lighter in your hand so that you could get at the flint wheel. Your hand shook a bit and it took you two tries to light the damn thing, but you got the job done.

“You really shouldn’t trust me with open flame around that pretty hair of yours, Munson.”

Eddie didn’t laugh because he was sucking air through the joint, trying to get a steady cherry lit so that it wouldn’t go out or canoe the second he handed it to you, but you caught the crinkle around his eye, the slight curl at the corner of his mouth. When he was satisfied with the light, he took a real pull and handed it to you, fingers brushing yours as you made the exchange. Heat again, warmth spreading from the point of contact until you were sure that you would make the joint burn out faster from the fire in your veins alone.

“Oh please,” He quipped as you put your lips to the joint, “You’re more protective of it than I am.”

You tried not to think about the fact that you were putting your lips where his had been only moments before. The inherent intimacy in sharing a joint, in pulling something that he rolled for you into your lungs, in tasting him on the filter. This was not the first time you had shared a joint with Eddie, not even the first time you had shared a joint alone with Eddie, and yet you could feel a faint warmth rising to your cheeks at the thought of his mouth.

“Can we sit?” You asked, pulling the joint from between your lips and exhaling the smoke ungracefully into the basement air. You didn’t wait for an answer, placing your beer on the banged-up coffee table as Eddie grabbed the ashtray to move it closer. It was your basement, anyway. You carefully propped the joint on the edge of the ashtray and flopped down onto the couch, your body sinking in and then sinking in as the first hints of a high creeped in. Eddie followed shortly, arm landing casually across the back of the couch above your head, where it always did.

Only it didn’t feel casual. Not when your heart was wanting to beat out of your chest at his mere proximity. Not when his jean clad thigh was brushing casually against your mostly bare shorts clad thigh. Not when his fingers unconsciously started playing with your hair like he had done this a million times because he had and you were the one that couldn’t be normal about being alone with your best friend.

Eddie leaned forward to exchange his beer for the joint, twisting his body so that he didn’t drag you forward with him. You were grateful for the cassette player in the background playing Eddie’s most recent mix tape he’d made for you. It filled the silence where you couldn’t, even though Eddie had started it with Bat Out of Hell by Meat Loaf just to fuck with you.

You dropped your head back against the couch, your head bumping against Eddie’s arm as you closed your eyes and took a slow, careful breath. It was too much. This was too much. So much had changed, you just wanted an easy night with your best friend. Not this weird tension that coiled in your chest and made your heart beat too hard against your chest.

“Forget how quiet it can be down here without all the damn kids running around.” Eddie remarked thoughtfully. His voice was closer than you expected, and when you opened your eyes, he was leaning towards you, holding the joint up in front of your lips. You raised your eyebrows, but leaned in anyway, wrapping your lips carefully around the filter, trying and failing not to brush the calloused skin of his fingers as you inhale slowly. Trying and failing not to think of those fingers in your mouth. You imagined the smoke rolling into your mouth, coiling in your chest to soothe the ache of whatever this was.

When Eddie pulled the joint away, he was still looking at your lips, those big brown eyes dark with something unfamiliar. Or perhaps overly familiar, but not on him. You didn’t question it yet, leaning your head back to blow a column of smoke into the air before the tickle in your throat could become a real cough.

“The kids?” You said when you were done, leaning forward to grab your beer, “What about Steve and Robin? Way they bicker, you’d think I’m running a divorce court down here.”

That made Eddie laugh, a surprised cough shaking his shoulders as you caught him mid-inhale. You couldn’t help but to laugh with him, some of the weight on your chest easing off because that felt normal.

“Jesus Christ, you’re trying to kill me.” Eddie pounded his chest to get the smoke out, still laughing, still coughing. When he settled down, you were leaning a little closer, smiling a little easier. His arm slid down from the back of the couch to around your waist and he pulled you in close so that your head fell against his shoulder.

“Missed this.” He admitted, always so open, so earnest with you that it made you want to cry right then and there. “The roadies are fun, but I like to have the real talent all to myself.”

“You’re such a loser, Munson.” You shoved his chest with one hand, but you didn’t shove yourself away. You stayed right there, smiling a private little smile to yourself because you liked having him all to yourself, too.

“What’s that smile, Princess?” Eddie teased, tilting his head to get a better look at your face. And fuck you’ve always loved the way he sounded when he called you princess but when he was that close and his arm was wrapped around you like you were his, you couldn’t help but bite your lip, closing your eyes to stave off the shiver his words brought.

“Missed this too.” You admit, not quite making eye contact, knowing that your reaction hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Eddie wasn’t having that. His hand, now free of the joint, came up to tilt your chin up carefully, thumb pressing into the soft skin under your bottom lip.

You met his eyes reluctantly, not knowing how much was on your face, but knowing exactly how much was in your heart. The weed was making you hazy, soft, but Eddie was sharp and in focus despite it all, his touch a point of brightness in the otherwise dim room.

You willed yourself to say anything, to make a joke, to diffuse the tension, but when you opened your mouth you could only wet your lips with your tongue. Eddie’s eyes flicked from your eyes to your mouth and then back, his jaw clenching so slightly you would have missed it if you were doing anything but studying his expression.

It was Eddie who ultimately broke the silence, swallowing thickly before parting his lips.

“If you don’t let me kiss you, I think I might cry.” He said it like a joke, but you could feel the weight, the effort in his words. You could feel the warmth of his gaze, the burn of his thumb trying so hard not to slide up and part your lips. When you spoke, your voice was raspy.

“If you don’t kiss me, I think I might cry.”

It’s all he needed. He surgds forward, hand guiding you to him as his lips crashed against yours. There was no grace in his motions, the raw need guiding the press of his lips against yours, the press of his fingers into your hip, the thumb pulling down your bottom lip to grant him access to your mouth.

His tongue tasted like weed and beer and the red hots he had been eating earlier, but the fact that it was him made the combination intoxicating. You moaned into his mouth, reaching up to grab the bottom of his shirt for something to anchor you to reality. Fireworks exploded in your brain as you struggled to convince yourself that this was real. That Eddie was real and here and that he wanted this, right now, with you.

He pulled away to study your face for only a moment and then he was kissing you again, lips molding against yours like he couldn’t bear for them to be apart. His kiss was desperate, hungry, seeking, and when you opened your mouth against his he moaned like he was losing himself in you. You took gratification from the desperation in his tone, knowing that it wasn’t just you that was desperate and wanting for your best friend, that this might not be so one sided after all.

You pressed one hand against his chest, pushing him back, and he gave you a wounded look until you were clambering into his lap, throwing one leg to the other side of him so that you could rest comfortably on top of him.

“Wanted to kiss you for so long.” You admitted, leaning in to taste his lips before trailing a line of sweet kisses from his lips to his jaw. He shivered under your touch, tilting his head to give you access to the pale skin of his neck. There were scars there that had yet to fully heal and you took extra time to kiss them, as if your lips alone could solve the hurt he’d been through.

“Should’ve said something.” Eddie’s voice was wrecked, all low and gravelly with desire, “been trying to get you to kiss me for years.”

There was no joke in his voice that time, and when you leaned in to kiss him again, his hands found your waist, fingers sliding just under the faded Metallica t-shirt that you had most definitely stolen from him to press into your soft skin.

It took so little for him to make you desperate, the warmth of his fingers, the shift of him under you, the way he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth.

“Just kiss?” It was bold. It was reckless, but a few weeks ago you almost lost him. You almost lost him and dammit if you were going to hold back from what you want with him ever again. Eddie groaned underneath you, his grip on you tightening like he thought you might change your mind and run away, like he needed to anchor himself to prove that you were real.

“Don’t tease me, princess, I can’t take it.”

This time he felt when your thighs clench as he says the pet name, eyes closing, bottom lip pulling between your teeth and he groaned, dropping his forehead against your shoulder.

“Not teasing, Eddie. I want you. I want this.” You grabbed his hands and slid them further up your shirt, stopping at your rib cage just under the swell of your breasts. Eddie hesitated only long enough to make eye contact with you and then he was moving, cupping and squeezing your breasts with hands that were so warm you felt feverish. Your skin was sensitive to the touch, and you gasped as his rough callouses slid over your delicate skin.

Touching wasn’t enough. Eddie withdrew his hands, impatiently shoving your shirt up and out of the way until you just grabbed the hem and pulled it over your head, tossing it somewhere in the basement. Knowing you weren’t wearing a bra and seeing that you weren’t wearing a bra were totally different things, and the sight of your bare chests, nipples pebbling in the cool air, drew a desperate whine from Eddie.

“Fuck, look at you.” He rasped, leaning forward to taste your skin, running his tongue from the bottom for your breast to your nipple, sucking gently when you arched your back into him. It was all you could do to grip his shoulders, your hips grinding against his involuntarily as he explored your breasts with hands and lips and teeth and tongue.

“Spent so long trying to pretend not to notice these.” He confessed between kisses, his left hand toying with your nipple as he kissed his way across your chest. You wanted to laugh, to tell him that he was shit at pretending, that you had always notice when his eyes would drop mid-conversation and how you had cut that one shirt you stole from him into a tank top for this exact reason.

You couldn't, though. Not when his touch felt so goddamn good. Not when he had you melting into a puddle in his lap. Emboldened either by the weed, the beer, or the surge of raw affection you felt for the man beneath you, you pulled away from him and pulled him into another kiss, this time grinding your hips into his intentionally in the hopes that he would get the hint.

He groaned, hands coming up to cup your face, kissing you like he was trying to take you apart. You could get lost in his mouth forever, if he'd let you, the lingering spicy-sweet of cinnamon leaving you hungry for more. Eddie had other ideas, though. Years he'd said. Wanting. Waiting. Dreaming. No, he had plans for you, more kissing could come later.

He tapped your thigh, prompting you to slide off his lap and you did, dropping back into your spot next to him. He pushed you back into the couch and slid to the floor next to you, pushing your legs open.

"Tell me what you want, princess." He prompted, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. There was something so intimate about the action that you could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, chest swelling with affection for the man in front of you.

"I want you to touch me." It came out as a whisper, but Eddie heard you loud and clear. He tugged at the waistband of your shorts until you lifted your hips to help them pull them off, discarding them by the coffee table.

His gaze softened as he caught sight of your lacy panties, a small bow adorning the front.

"Well isn't this just the cutest." He teased, leaning to press a kiss just above your pantyline. Your face flushed and you looked away, wrinkling your nose in annoyance.

"It's not like I was planning this. Not just breaking out the lingerie for a night in the basement." You grumbled.

"No?" Eddie pressed a kiss right on top of the bow, frustratingly close to where you really wanted him, "You're just this fucking cute on accident?" He moved lower, mouth hovering just above the damp fabric at the apex of your thighs. You tried to think of a rebuttal, something to get him back, but his breath fanning out over your panties was making it hard to think.

He kissed you through the fabric, lips pressing down right above your clit and you whined, hips lifting off the couch desperate for more.

"Who's the tease now?" Your voice sounded whinier than you wanted, but how could it not when he was toying with you, fingers tracing the waistband of your panties. Eddie laughed, but gave in. How could he not when you were looking up at him with those pleading eyes, practically pouting as he took his time with you. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, yanking them down to your knees with little finesse. You didn't mind, kicking them off the rest of the way with equal haste.

Eddie moved in between your legs, spreading them further apart to accommodate his presence. He groaned when he looked at you, spread out all desperate and wet for him, face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire, chest heaving. His dreams could never measure up to this.

"You're so fucking pretty, baby, you know that?" He asked, leaning to press a kiss against your inner thigh. You didn't get a chance to respond, two of his fingers already gliding through your slick folds to test how wet you are for him. The sound you made was sinful, and when you managed to open your eyes again, Eddie was smiling at you like someone gave him a present.

"Eddie." His name fell from your lips as a complaint, a plea, a reassurance. It didn't matter. It was everything. He wanted to take his time, to touch you, to explore, to tease, but how could he deny you what you wanted when you said his name like that, your voice sending electricity directly to his cock.

He shifted lower on his knees, hooking one arm under your thigh to pull you close, and you had to look away as he licked a hot stripe across your pussy that had you keening. Your fingers drifted down, tangling in his hair as he fucked you on his tongue. His eyes were closed, fingers sinking into the flesh of your thigh as if he could somehow pull you closer, taste you more.

"Oh, Eddie, Fuck." His lips found your swollen clit and he sucked slowly, tortuously, relentlessly. He was devouring you with his mouth and you didn't even mind that you were losing everything to him. You were already his, always had been, why not this way, too?

His two fingers were back, sliding carefully to gather your slick again before pressing into your interest. You clenched around him instinctively as his tongue flicked your clit and another groan fell from his mouth. You lost track of what he was doing, the sensation of his tongue and fingers combined leaving your head in a fog of overwhelming pleasure.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty?" You didn't know that you were until he pulled away to ask and then suddenly you were gasping, clenching around his fingers as he lapped at your clit. You moaned something that sounded a lot like his name, your fingers gripping his dark curls tighter than you probably should as he pulled moans and gasps from your lips, curling his fingers inside you in a way that had you bucking your hips up against his face. You didn't get a chance to answer.

You were so, so close, mind full of static as you gave yourself over to the sensation of Eddie pulling you to the edge. You could feel yourself drawing closer, closer still, and then he sucked at your clit again, humming in a way that made your entire world vibrate and then you were falling apart. You folded over, curling around Eddie as your body trembled, his fingers still working you slowly, scissoring at your entrance to get you ready for him.

You unfolded from around him as you came down, laughing brokenly as he pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. Then he was pushing himself up, pressing sloppy kisses that tasted like you against your mouth, your cheek, your neck, anywhere he could reach. He fumbled with his belt, shoving his jeans down with an urgency only matched by the way you tugged at his boxers, pulling away from his kiss to admire him as he helped you yank them down.

Your teeth found your bottom lip again as his cock was freed from its plaid confines. It was thick and curved wickedly up to his belly, dark against his pale skin. The curls you had often admired in short flashes under his shirt grew thick and shiny at the base. You reached for him and he swatted your hand away, kissing away the pout that followed.

"You're going to ruin me if you touch me right now, baby. I'm not going to last." He stepped out of his jeans, grabbing them to fish his wallet out of his back pocket, where he dug a small gold tinted foil pouch from a forgotten pocket. You watched with rapt attention as he ripped it open with his teeth, spitting it off to the side after pulling the condom from it. He rolled the condom over his cock carefully, his eyes scanning your body shamelessly as he pumped his cock once, twice, and then he was pushing you lengthwise onto the couch again, pushing one leg up around his waist to make space for himself on the cushion.

"Ruin you, hmm?" You teased now that he was over you, reaching down to slide his cock through your folds, pumping it slowly to spread your slick across the condom. He cursed, squeezing his eyes shut as he took a steadying breath.

"You're going to be the death of me, princess. This is supposed to be the part where I ask if you're sure you want this." He protests, though his eyes told you that he already knew exactly what you wanted.

"I think we're past the formalities, Munson. Just fuck me." You tilted your hips to help him line himself up and he swallowed a sarcastic quip as you pushed yourself up so that the head of his cock just started to press into you. It was clear from there that he was a goner.

He moved slowly, pressing into you inch by inch, trying not to whimper as you stretched around him. You were heaven. You were everything. He couldn't think of anything but the press of your soft thighs against his waist, the soft moans falling from your lips with each motion, the heave of your breasts as you gasped for air, and fuck... all of that just for him.

Your teasing mood had long passed by the time he started to thrust into you properly, your legs wrapping behind him for leverage as he set a steady pace. Even with his preparation, his cock still stretched you deliciously, your body struggling to acclimate each time he pulled back out.

"Shit, you're too fucking hot and tight." Eddie hissed between gritted teeth, his hips faltering slightly as he sheathed himself in you and you squeezed on the way out. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, mouthing wet kisses against his chest, desperate to touch, to taste, to feel. You wrapped your arms around his torso and pulled him flat on top of you and he laughed, pressing a messy kiss to your forehead as he readjusted to fuck you from this position.

It was more intimate that way, with his chest pressed against yours, those brown eyes so close to your face and so full of emotion that you might have cried. Each movement of his hips was paired with a small sound from his lips, just for you, and you swallowed each of them with an open-mouthed kiss that left Eddie's head spending.

You had spent most of the night with your body feeling too hot and this, you realized, was what burning really felt like: Eddie's pace falling apart as he fucked into you desperately, broken moans spilling from his lips, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise as he fought to keep himself from toppling over the edge. Your body was still sensitive from your orgasm, and each slap of his balls against your clit had your head spinning. The mixtape was drowned out by the sound of skin against skin, by Eddie's cries of your name, by the heady moans you couldn't swallow down when Eddie's hand found its way between the two of you, fingers working your abused clit to bring you to a second orgasm. It was the sweetest music you'd ever heard.

"Eddie, please." You didn't mean to whine, to sob, but it came out anyway, "please, please, please." You weren't sure exactly what you were asking for. Please cum for me, or please make me cum, or please cum with me, or just please, but you kept asking anyway in case he figured it out for you. It was enough, his body so tightly wound that it was all he could do to hold on long enough to bring you to the edge with him.

"I know, baby, I know. Let go." And that was all it took. Eddie groaned your name loudly enough that you were sure the neighbors heard it as you fell apart on his cock, your body convulsing around him, milking his orgasm from him even as he sobbed your name into your ear.

You two stayed there for a moment, panting, processing, and then Eddie was carefully lifting himself from your chest, the sweat making your skin stick together for a moment. He pulled the condom off carefully, tying a knot, and then disappeared into the basement bathroom.

When he returned, he had a warm washcloth and a gentle smile on his face that made you feel warm in an entirely different way. You let him fuss over you, carefully wiping down your thighs, cleaning the mess from your lips, and then pressing kisses up your body as he made sure each part of you was okay.

He dropped down into the corner of the couch and you crawled over to him, dropping your head on his nude thigh. His hand dropped to your head, rubbing your scalp soothingly as you closed your eyes.

"You better kiss me when you're sober, Munson." You murmured sleepily against his leg, all the fight that might have made the demand convincing gone from the words.

"And why's that?" Eddie asked, still gently massaging your scalp. You couldn't see his face, but you could picture his contented smile all the same.

"'Cause I loved you for too long to stop now." You were too tired to turn and see the impact your words had on Eddie, but you felt him freeze up, felt the fingers stop moving in your scalp, and you weren't sure if the single hard pound of a heartbeat was yours or his.

"Loved you longer, princess. Go to sleep." And his voice was wet and sticky sweet, but you were too tired to wonder about his tone. You just enjoyed his hands slowly soothing away the fever that had been burning away at you for far too long.

#Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson Reader Insert #Stranger Things Smut #Stranger Things Imagine #Stranger Things Reader Insert #Smut #Oneshot #5000 - 5500 #okay so maybe this got away from me a little bit

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Sex, Drugs and One Armed Groupies

...is gonna be the title of this since there kinda isn't one. Scans were posted by @fuckyeswednesday13 a long time ago. I really liked this article and now it's nice and easy to read (especially the columns. Ask me how much I hated the columns.) Enjoy! (drive link)

UPDATED FULL VERSION HERE

The Big Day Out. The Australian travelling musical circus that steamrolls its way around Australia and New Zealand every winter with the hottest bands on the planet flying from all over the globe to join down under’s best bands in a mayhem filled fortnight. This year’s line-up, features among others, The Foo Fighters, Queens of the Stone Age, Jane’s Addiction, Jimmy Eat World, The Hard Ons and deathglam monstrosities, the Murderdolls. So far, the Mid West (sic) based five-piece outfit have been the cream of the festival, appropriately headlining the ‘Essentials’ stage. This is the band’s first time in the Antipodes and quizzical music fans have crowded to see the much-talked about live set. With Sydney copping the biggest crowds of all the legs on the tour, the band are preparing something special. But at 3pm in the afternoon you wouldn’t know it. Most of the band are still in bed from the night before, well, actually… the week before.

The ‘Dolls have been in Sydney for five days before their Big Day Out show and not finding much to do early on in the week they’ve just been getting down to the (sic) rock’n’roll’s most popular pastime: hard drinking. Drummer ‘Big’ Ben ‘The Ghoul’ Graves and bass player Eric Griffin are recovering from last night’s binge. While singer Wednesday and guitarist Joey Jordison are recovering from the night before the night before. Acey Slade, who maintains his sobriety, but still stays out ‘til dawn, has been up since 11am and is the only one ready for the show. With the band on stage at 7:15pm, things need doing. Staggering through their beer can and ‘paraphernalia’-strewn rooms to the showers, they’re down in their van and on the way out to the Big Day Out site just after 4pm.

Situated at the same place that hosted the Sydney 2000 olympics, the festival facilities are first rate and the sell-out crowd of 52,000 festival-goers are making the most of it. The temperature’s pushing a blistering 35°C and being the middle of a drought-ridden summer in Australia, everything’s dry, dusty and cracked. It’s a good 40-minute drive from the city to the festival and the sun’s stinging in through the van windows. Not big fans of the sunlight, the Murderdolls have got their leather jackets up over their heads to avoid even the slightest hint of a tan.

In the cool, air-conditioned shade of backstage I get to sit down with Joey Jordison and singer Wednesday 13 to gind out how the band are doing after their meteoric rise over the past eight months. Joey is straight down the line, measured and professional. “This si the first Big Day Out for all of us. Slipknot have only been down here once but not that (sic) this festival. This is something I’ve really wanted to play – something I’ve wanted to do for a really long time.”

For Wednesday, this is another notch on his rise as an international rock’n’roller. “It’s awesome,” he says. “I’ve always wanted to be out on the front of a rock’n’roll band at a festival like this. After struggling doing my own band for six years I actually quit my job back in April and I’ve been touring every since. I’ve done all the things I ever dreamed about. I’ve been to Europe three times, Japan twice and here we are now in Australia and that has all been pretty much in the last six months! Holy shit we’re doing some things that some bands have never done!”

“We just checked out the videotape from the Auckland show the other day and fuck man, it was awesome!” enthuses Joey. “People are saying we are pulling the most people to that stage out of everyone. Our band has been doing really well especially since we’ve only been going for a short time. We hope that after the BDO we’ll be able to come back and do some real headlining shows down here. We are having fun though, thinking about it, we’ve never had so many days off between shows before, it’s more like the Big Day Off!”

The band wasn’t supposed to be so idle. Most overseas bands on the BDO bill play a bunch of satellite shows in various cities around the country and for a month prior, the Murderdolls had been slated to perform a Sydney show with fellow US rockers The Deftones. But with very little warning, the Murderdolls were dumped from the bill just before the show. What really pissed off Joey and the lads was a lot of the Murderdolls fans had bought tickets on the basis that the band would be playing but in the end had to watch the Deftones supported by ex-At The Drive-In chancers, Sparta.

Without much choice in the matter the Murderdolls issued a statement on their website apologising to their fans and kept trying to fly their flag with some instore appearances at local record stores. One in particular at Utopia Records, was insane. There was such a roar when the band turned up, they looked truly surprised at the number of kids who had showed up, most dressed in black and red outfits.

“Someone told us there was only going to be about 150 kids, which was supposed to be a good turn-out for Utopia records for a new band,” retells Joey. “But when we turned up there (sic) almost 500! We talked to fans and signed everything that they had. We were there for a good three and a half hours. And at the Channel V interview it was pretty much the same story. Hordes of kids that wouldn’t let us get away.”

“That’s the cool thing with our fans,” explains Wednesday. “We’re not a radio band or an MTV band with this created army of little kids which I think is more pure than being the Number One radio band or liking it because someone tells you to like it. I know that our fans are real. It is really cool to see these hordes of kids show up, they are dressed like us, they know everything about us, it is just awesome.”

Thinking further ahead fans will be please to know the band are not going to let up on the groundswell already created by the Murderdolls. “I have to go back and finish recording some Slipknot stuff,” reveals Joey. “Then we (the Murderdolls) are going to do some more touring. There’s usually a three to four month sort of break between recording and when an album comes out so we are going to tour pretty much all the way from the end of May all the way to maybe the beginning of October. Which will be good because there’ll be less sunlight at that time of year,” jokes Wednesday raising his non-existent eyebrows and throwing his arms, heavily tattooed with b-grade horror heroes, into the air.

As the hot afternoon drifts into an only slightly less simmering evening, there’s a small problem with guitarist Acey. He’s got indigestion. This amounts to a small crisis because first aid officials must follow procedure and administer the medicine. This takes two St. John’s Ambulance men on pushbikes in a five minute ride from their base at the side of the main stadium. Very un-rock’n’roll indeed.

With the gig just 45 minutes away, the boys are pacing around their trailer, having their pics taken for Hammer. Acey inside in front of the mirror still applying the last of his make-up, Ghoul is getting powdered up, Wednesday’s still with the photographer, while Joey’s nervously pacing around, in the trailer, out the trailer, back in… Eric meanwhile is ready for the stage and cracks open the obligatory bottle of Jack Daniel’s. As a Murderdolls ritual, they’re applying the slap, the band have to listen to Kiss. “Must. Have. Kiss.” stipulates Joey. “‘All American Man’! We sometimes change that to ‘All American Ghoul’,” chimes in the Ghoul.

Just 10 minutes before showtime and the long lanky frame of Ben Graves is stretched spider-like up against the dressing room wall. “I’ll be in pain afterwards,” he explains. Wednesday has by now finished his solo shots with Hamer’s photographer. The day is hot enough anyway, and under the photographers lights the heat is even more stifling. ‘Jesus, it’s fucking hot!” exclaims the frontman. “But I don’t mind… I’m a naturally dead person in front of a camera” he laughs.

More Kiss blares out from the dressing room, this time ‘Dr Love’! Then the moment comes: ground fucking zero at the Big Day Out! The band clamber into the van and head around the back way to the Essentials stage. The bottle of Jack’s being passed around as they approach the stage the band take a quick peak (sic) to see how the crow’s building up. It’s the biggest yet, taking up most of the grassy area out the back of the main stadium. Joey – who regularly suffers from pre-gig nerves as his pre-stage vomiting on Slipknot’s ‘Disasterpiece (sic)’ DVD proves in all its technicolour glory – is bricking it.

Five minutes before the band are due to hit the powerchords and the guys are milling around in the wings. Ghoul is banging on some warm-up pads and everyone is getting psyched. They’ve left the Kiss CD backstage so they have to hum ‘All American Man’ together. Then they make their way to the stage.

A couple of huge Murderdolls logos adorn the stage and in an eruption of noise and energy, the Dolls take the stage and instantly kick off with ‘Dawn of The Dead’. Jordison in black leather Gestapo hat is jumping around stage left, Acey is wailing away stage right while Eric bangs away on the bass doing his best Nikki Sixx impression, while the Ghoul wrecks the trap kit. Wednesday is the last to take the stage and screaming, “We are the dead, coming for you!” And the crowd goes fucking wild.

The kids down the front, dressed up in full glam-goth regalia, know every word and sing along fervently with the band while among the throng watching from the side of stage are some of the biggest names in the Australian music industry. Members of bands like 28 days, Machine Gun Fellatio, Cog, Jimmy Eat World, Pre-Shrunk, and Sparta all stand wide eyed and mouths agape at the outrageous rock revisionism being unleashed onstage.

By the time the band have launched into ‘I (sic) Was a Teenage Zombie’, ‘Let’s Go To War’ and ‘Slit My Wrists (sic)’, the crows know what they’re in for. Most who have showed up for curiosity (sic) sake are still hanging around, but if anything the crowd is building and everyone looks like they are right into it having fun. The intro to ‘Twist My Sister’ is a kid’s nursery rhyme ‘Old McDonald’ which gets the whole crowd singing along.

Unbelievably, some lunatic in the crowd starts throwing bangers at the stage, but the fireworks only make it as far as the front row of fans before blowing up in their faces. Wednesday tries to get the guy to quit while geeing up the rest of the crowd. “All the people down the front tell the people at the back to ‘Die Die Die… my bride!’ he yells as the band grind into the song…

Today’s set includes two new songs, and we can report that both are killer kitsch rock rippers. The first, set for legendary status is called ‘The Devil Made Me Do It… And I’ll Do It Again’ while the second is the set closer, a crowd sing along gem ‘I Love to Say Fuck’. Wednesday grabs his big black umbrella, emblazoned with the word FUCK, Eric, Acey, and Joey are going crazy, jumping up and down in unison, Ghoul is all arms and legs behind the kit while Wednesday is right down in the crowd’s face urging them to stick their fingers in the air and yell ‘Fuck!’. It looks great to watch. “It isn’t choreographed,” says Wednesday later. “Everything’s pretty much spontaneous. There are some things like we all jump on an ascent in the music or whatever but everything else is stuff that just happens on stage.”

They (sic) crowd are almost passing out from the combination of frenzied activity and the extreme heat, but still manage to scream out for more as the band leave the stage. “A lot of people don’t know that’s what drives a show,” explains Wednesday about his relationship with the audience. “You have to make fans feel part of the event and I think we do it better than anyone else.”

The band then jump back into the van for the two minute trip back to their dressing room behind the main stage. When they get back there the guys are all super hyped up. Excitedly buzzing around their dressing room, drinking beers, telling jokes. Joey is busy analysing the gig, and the BDO circus in general. He and Wednesday have got an interview to do with Australian TV scheduled for 8:45pm. It’s almost 9pm and Joey has another issue: “I want to eat! I must eat before I talk!” he exclaims. The interview is postponed for 20 minutes.

Bass player Eric is hanging around, so I grab him for a quick chat. Of all the Murderdolls, Eric seems the shyest but is probably the one most up for anything, especially if it is party related. He may only be small, (even in his Ace Frehley six-inch platforms he’s still barely average height!) but he’s a true rock’n’roller with a party attitude to match. “‘Machine Gun Fellatio’ that’s a cool fuckin’ name,” he squeaks discussing some of the other bands on the BDO bill. And he does squeak, kinda, like annoying Brit ‘comedian’ Joe Pasquale.

I bring up the fact that esteemed record producer, Nick Launey (Silverchair, INXS) was side of stage watching the show and had an interesting story to tell me about Eric. “I think I know where this is going,” smiles Eric slyly. “I met him about two years ago in LA at a party and we were all fucked up. I got dragged down three flights of stairs by my hair and he reckoned it was the biggest rock’n’roll moment of ‘00 for him. First impressions count, man.”

“It was so rock’n’roll!” Launey informs me later. “It was the launch of Orgy’s album and they had these models dressed as prostitutes lying on a bed and Eric jumps up on the bed with them, which of course you weren’t allowed to do. So the bouncers are dragging him out by his hair, kicking and screaming, down the stairs. His head was literally bouncing down each stair like a cartoon character and all the while he’s just got his middle fingers up on each hand and is yelling out ‘Fuck You!’, ‘Get Fucked!’, ‘Fuck you, mind the hair!’ Somehow he got back into the party and I asked him ‘how’s your head?’ and he just said “Whaddya mean?” - it was just so rock’n’roll!”

Eric has pre-arranged with their tour driver to take him over to the Boiler Room, where the BDO’s electronica acts are playing. He wants to see German electronic innovators Kraftwerk. “One of the bands I was in before the Murderdolls was very digital and computer based,” he reveals. “Kraftwerk don’t do a lot of live shows and I don’t think I’ll ever get the opportunity to see them again. They’re pretty important to the genre and even if I catch just 10 minutes of their set I think it will be worth coming over. A short ride through the back entrance, we arrive at the Boiler Room and manage to get in, via a bit of a labyrinth, through the backdoor and into the main arena just at the side of the stage. The Kraftwerk guys are standing robot-like in front of their computers while the huge dome-like venue is dripping with sweat from the 10.000+ strong punters who have basically been locked in the room all day listening (sic) the dance bands. We get a good vantage point but after about five minutes we’re leaving. “Jeez! That was the most boring piece of crap I’ve seen!” exclaims Eric when he gets back to the dressing room. “But it was worth going because I scored some drugs!”

Acey’s just hanging around backstage with his camera and a little doll from The Nightmare Before Christmas. He has a ritual where he takes a photograph of the doll in front of landmarks all around the world. “I have him in front of the Eiffel Tower for instance,” he says. “The other day I took a pic of him in front of the Sydney Opera House.” And with that he takes a photo of the doll sitting in front of a sign that says ‘Sleazy’. Hmmm. Odd man.

Acey and Eric are loving every minute of the Murderdolls ride. They’re both on their first trip to Australia and according to both of them it is (sic) has been “Cool as hell!” “The Gold Coast was really on,” says Eric. “It’s been kinda mellow since we got to Sydney because we’ve had four or five days off before this show so we’ve just been trying to find out what’s been going on. It’s been building gradually… and we’ve been partying a lot – maybe too much,” he adds sheepishly. Rick the tour manager – who’s passing by – agrees: “Yep, they’ve been very naughty boys – they’ve got to go to bed early tonight with no supper,” he jokes.

“He knows we’re the most dangerous band on the tour,” counters Eric. It’s a fact that seems to deter any other bands partying with the Murderdolls too. “The only band that has even reached out to us are the guys in Jane’s Addiction, in particular, Dava Navarro,” offers Acey. “He actually came out of his way to come over and introduce himself. And pretty much comes up and talks to us everyday he sees us along with the drummer, Steven [Perkins]. Everyone else is just kinda like, ‘What’s Up?’ Maybe it��s because we don’t look like we’re the most approachable band. Then again no-one has done anything to piss us off at all.”

No one may be talking to the Murderdolls but there is talk of the Murderdolls all over BDO. Most centres around their appearance with most Australian musical luminaries agreeing the band are the best dressed at the festival. One member of Aussie band the Resin Dogs even goes as far as to say, “The Murderdolls rock the wardrobe”. Acey is kinda flattered but non-plussed by the comments. “What image?” he exclaims. “This is how we are all day! Obviously we knock it up a notch for the show but this is the real thing. We don’t care if people like us as sexual deviants or not, but one thing’s for sure – they’ll fucking remember us.”

Big Ben Graves strides over to join us at the table. “Did I hear the words sexual deviant?” he announces in his deeply rounded US accent. “I’ve always been like that! Some people have a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other – I just two devils. There is NO voice of reason!”

We ask him if he has had any interesting adventures since he’s been in Australia and then instantly regret it…

“Dude, it has been nothing but interesting adventures. For instance last night, he (indicating Eric) he almost screwed a one-armed girl!”

“She had three tits and one arm,” giggles the dimunitive (sic) bassist.

“Yeah. It was weird,” continues the Ghoul, “one of her arms was like a stump and it looked like it had a nipple on it. I must admit I almost fucked her just for the freakiness of it.”

And with that starter for 10, the Ghoul is off. He starts ranting on with these sick freak jokes that crack everyone up and inside a minute you get a window to his personality. “Our drummer is one bona fide sick fuck,” jokes Wednesday of him later. “He stills (sic) freaks us out. I’ll just look at him sometimes and say to myself, ‘holy shit, dude, what planet are you from?’”

“It was weird on the Gold Coast,” says Eric, picking up on the tour adventure thread. “The girls there were the hottest chicks I had ever seen in my life but by the same token I had never got as much shit for the way I look than I have there as well. It was like two opposite poles. At first it was, ‘hey freak, where’s the funeral?’ and the next was, ‘sit down have a drink with us.”

“As far as people looking at you weird, I found Sydney is where I got the stares,” admits the Ghoul. “Sydney sucks! Although we did have some girls staking out our hotel which was pretty funny and I did have an over-zealous fan thrown out of the bar. The guy was just touching me a little more than he should and I didn’t like it,” he says animatedly. “I was like, ‘man, don’t make me waste this perfectly good bottle of Heineken by breaking it over your head. I’ve done it before’. Eric looks at him and says, “yeah he has!” But he was on something. I remember thinking ‘I want whatever he’s on… times ten!”

“I gotta say though, the Sydney crowd today was one of the best crowds we’ve had so far,” offers Acey as he joins the throng. “It was insane. It is good for us this tour, because the kids don’t know what we are all about yet so we have to prove ourselves. By the end of the set they all had their hands in the air.”

By this time Joey and Wednesday have finished their feed and their hastily re-scheduled interview and are looking for some more mischievous fun for themselves. “First of all, I’m going to go back over to the stage we played because there are a lot of kids hanging around over there still wanting to see us,” explains Joey. “Then after that, I’m gonna go directly where ever (sic) the free drinks are at…” Suddenly, Eric’s doubled over in the doorway of the dressing room. It’s been 45 minutes since he visited Kraftwerk in the Boiler Room and the pharmaceuticals are beginning to take effect. We ask if he’s OK. “Yeah man, I just think I’m gonna spew!” he grins. The rest of the band are baiting him ceaselessly.

“C’mon chuck it up man!” they urge and all crack up laughing together.

In the middle of all the commotion Wednesday is taking a piss in the corner of the dressing room. The place is a wreck: there are empty bottles of booze, food scrapes (sic), squashed fruit, hairdryers, make-up, boots, clothes (black and red if (sic) course) and of course a giant mirror. Wednesday is actually pissing into a bottle of Corona. At the same time I am just about to pick up my freshly opened bottle of Corona from the table which is besides (sic) a now suspicious looking bottle. “Yeah I always piss in the empty bottles,” giggles Wednesday. And then I leave ‘em on the table just to piss off anyone who might want to grab some of our rider or whatever. Just be careful just to get bottles from down there in the ice box, he laughs mischievously. Suddenly the oddly warm bottle in my hand seems less than appealing…

As the clock turns 1am the only people left at the stadium are the cleaners, the roadies and the still-partying Murderdolls. Last to leave, the van is parked just outside the dressing room and all I can see through the opened door is the Ghoul chucking around a baguette, now baked hard as a rock over the course of the stifling hot day. “Look at this - it could be used as a weapon to seriously maim you!” he screams bouncing the French loaf off the wall. A post vomit Eric cracks up, as the two hold a mock baguette joust oblivious to the outside world. They eventually make off back to their hotel room in the city, but don’t hang there for too long. The weekend lights of Sydney beckon and they cruise down William street in King’s Cross, to an underground rock venue called Club 77. It’s glam night, just their crowd and they spend the wee hours of the morning hanging out with fans and getting stuck into the sauce with a vengeance. Australia has officially been Murderdolled!

Blood and Glitter

Gavin Braddeley charts the rise of shock rock

Glam is hard evidence that what goes around comes around. Long dismissed as the definitive climax of 70s bad taste, in recent years glam rock has arisen from the grave, albeit with a veil of cobwebs draped over its original dusting of glitter. Originally a violent reaction to the 60s happy fad for all things natural, worthy, meaningful and drab, glam was all about being deliberately artificial, selfish, throwaway and garish.

In the States Alice Cooper was impaling baby dolls and throwing blood bottles around the stage from ‘70 onwards culminating in the vaudeville theatrics of the ‘Welcome To My Nightmare’ album/tour of ‘76.

Back in the UK, the Glam pioneer was lame pop pixie Marc Bolan (sic), photogenic frontman with T-Rex, who caused a sensation when he took to the stage on Top of the Pops in ‘71 with glitter under his eyes, clad in what looked suspiciously like drag. Never one to miss a trick, the lizard-like David Bowie soon jumped from the hippy ship to take on his otherworldly Ziggy Stardust persona.

The older generation may have thought that smearing make-up on your face and covering your clothes in sequins made you look like a ‘pooftah’. Alice Cooper got around this by replacing Glam’s overt ‘fagginess’ with ghoulish melodrama, prompting one critic to observe that Americans were more comfortable with necrophilia than homosexuality. And then came Kiss. Gene Simmons’ monstrous blood vomiting, fire breathing ‘Demon’ persona enslaved an entire generation of US children crossing Glam’s theatricality with heavy metal machismo to create one of the most influential bands in rock music history.

W.A.S.P. and Mötley Crüe supercharged Kiss’s sleaze and violence quotient to spectacular effect in the 80s, and provide the missing link between Glam and the Murderdolls, who happily cite the back-combed bad boys as a large part of their creative DNA. The chief inheritor of the Glam tradition in the last decade, however, is cross-dressing controversialist Marilyn Manson. Bowie may have metaphorically murdered his creation Ziggy Stardust in the summer of ‘74, while Bolan (sic) died more literally in a car accident three years later, but quarter-of-a-century on, Manson used his own dark arts to conjure their spirit on ‘Mechanical Animals’, his own tribute to pop’s most decadent decade.

Dead… and loving it!

The Murderdolls’ five favourite movie death scenes of all time…

The Murderdolls are proof positive that nothing gets some folks’ creative juices flowing quite so freely as a truly delicious cinematic death scene. Joey and Wednesday have a few favourites – both carnage connoisseurs identifying the ‘74 classic power toolfest The Texas Chainsaw Massacre as the gory cream of the crop – a movie currently being remade with a certain Mr. Manson in the soundtrack composer’s chair. (As a curious aside, you never actually see the girl hung on the hook – just a shadow – but such is the film’s sordid impact that most viewers swear you do!)

Joey 1. Texas Chainsaw Massacre “The girl on the hook.”

2. Friday The 13th Part IV “When the knife comes through the bed and impales the chick.”

3. The Exorcist “When the priest is hucked out through the plate glass window.”

4. A Nightmare on Elm Street “Where the girl is getting dragged across the rooftop.”

5. Necromancy “Where a group of devils and monsters take a girl apart.”

Wednesday 1. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre “The girl on the hook.”

2. Dawn of the Dead “When the spiked ball comes down and rips the guy’s head apart.”

3. Phantasm “A silver ball hits the guy in the head and sucks out all his brains.”

4. Hellraiser “Where (sic) the end sequence where the guy is being chased by all these hooks. They attach themselves to him and rip him apart.”

5. Nightmare On Elm Street “Where Freddy rips out the guy’s veins and uses them like strings controlling a puppet.”

Schlock n’ Roll

B-movie classics that have influenced shock rockers of now and then…

Some horror movies are best watched not so much with your tongue in your cheek, as thrust firmly through it, films that by accident or design are more about fun than fear. The same could be said of numerous horror loving bands, including the Murderdolls, where an ‘everyday is Halloween’ ethos prevails. Here are a few examples of B movie blood fests which may not have won any Oscars, have been paid tribute to by schlock loving bands over the years…

Plan 9 From Outer Space (1957) It is no surprise that the mother-of-all cult movies inspired the mother-of-all cult bands, and when Glenn Danzig created a label to release early Misfits material he dubbed it ‘Plan 9’. Frequently voted the worst movie of all time with its ludicrous script, mind bogglingly bad special effects, cardboard sets, and even more cardboard artistry, Plan 9 From Outer Space is irresistibly entertaining. Directed by the cross-dressing caliph of crap Ed Wood Junior, featuring proto-goth babe Vampira and Bela Lugosi (dying of drug addiction, he was replaced mid production by a stand-in who looks nothing like him).

The Abominable Dr Phibes (1971) Featuring horror cinema’s kind of camp Vincent Price as the fiendish Phibes, avenging the death of his wife using maniacal methods borrowed from the biblical plagues, all against wonderful, strangely psychedelic sets. Also possessed of a strange psychedelic sensibility are punk pioneers the Damned, though in the 80s, lead singer Dave Vanian’s horror sensibilities took centre stage, attracting a goth following. The 80 track ‘13th Floor Vendetta’ is a classic example of the band’s game-topping which, if you listen carefully, is all about ol’ Doc Phibes.

Mars Attacks! (1996) Director Tim Burton’s tribute to the drive-in shockers of the 50s and 60s, Mars Attacks! was actually based upon a ‘62 series of bubblegum cards, discontinued because of their gruesomely graphic pictures of earthlings being exterminated by alien invaders. As such this inspiration might suggest Mars Attacks! has little by way of plot, but for anyone with a weakness for vintage schlock sci-fi it’s a true Technicolor treat. This must certainly include the Misfits and when they reformed, they did so without the blessing of founder Glenn Danzig, but with their monster movie obsessions intact – among a multitude of horror movie tributes on their ‘97 comeback album ‘American Psycho’ was ‘Mars Attacks’ (and even an instrumental coincidentally titled ‘Abominable Dr Phibes’!)

I Was A Teenage Werewolf (1957) The drive-in movies of the 50s and 60s typically featured juvenile delinquents or monsters, and this bargain-basement effort delivered both in one lurid package. Before becoming ‘Pa’ on TV’s Little House on the Prairie Michael Landon stars as a troubled teen – though when he starts growing hair in strange places, it’s more than just hormones to blame. A howl from beginning to end, Teenage inspired a number on ‘Songs the Lord Taught Us’, the ‘80 debut from drive-in movie loving ghoulish rockers The Cramps.

Murder, mayhem and a right old mess

Minging Murderdoll tales from the Big Day Out

Who is the messiest Murderdoll of them all? Wednesday: “That would be Eric and The Ghoul. They are just messy as fuck. But you know you’ve just got to get used to living with these people. We’ve been on the road since July. You live on a bus for six weeks which means you’ve got (sic) live in everyone else’s shit.”

Who is the tidy anal doll? Joey: “No-one. We’re all pretty fuckin’ messy.” Wednesday: “I just took two garbage bags of mess out of my room. And just put it in the hallway. Just full of chicken bones and beer bottles and all sorts of shit like that, it was just smelling really bad so I had to get rid of it.”

So you do that yourself? Wednesday: “I don’t let the cleaning staff come into my room and tidy up. I put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign for the whole week I am there.” Joey: “The housekeepers are scared shitless to come into our rooms anyway so we keep it easy for them and put the ‘Do Not Disturb” signs up the whole time. They are going to be so scared to come into our rooms and clean up after we’ve been there for a fuckin’ week!”

#metal hammer april 03 #interview #murderdolls #wednesday 13 #joey jordison #ben graves #eric griffin #acey slade #this thing is fucking 5500 words jesus christ

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How difficult is usenet to actually use?

If you can figure out how to torrent, you can figure out Usenet. Actually in a lot of ways Usenet is easier. First download SABnzbd, think of this as your BitTorrent client except that it's managed entirely within your internet browser. It's the program that decodes the data in .nzb files, figures out what binaries it needs to download and gets them, and then compiles them before unpacking. Think of .nzb files as the equivalent to .torrent files in BitTorrent. You're also going to need to sign up with a Usenet provider, you might as well take advantage of the offer advertised on the SABnzbd website for Newshosting. I use Newshosting and it's one of maybe three providers actually worth signing up for, the others are Easynews and Giganews. But honestly Newshosting is the one to go with.

Okay so now that you've got a binary downloader and you're signed up with a Usenet service, what about actually finding "filez"? For this you'll need an indexer, there are free indexers out there like NZBKing, but they're sort of meh. A subscription to one of the good ones, however, is absurdly cheap. NZBGeek charges $6USD for six months access or $12USD for a year, $80 nets you lifetime access. NZBFinder is more expensive and tiers their service, locking some 4K UHD and porn behind higher tiers. Honestly NZBGeek is the one to go with, there's not much I haven't been able to find on there, and the things I haven't been able to find is like extremely obscure stuff, we're talking early minor works in Rainer Werner Fassbinder's filmography that I'm not wholly certain even received a DVD release, that kind of thing. But who knows, maybe the porn selection on NZBFinder is better, I have no idea.

Once you're signed up with a provider and an indexer, plug in the required info into the SABnzbd settings page, set SABnzbd to watch a folder, search your indexer for whatever it is you're looking for, download the .nzb file into that watched folder and you're good. SABnzbd will read that .nzb and start downloading files.

There is one downside to Usenet, and it's that multi-file downloads aren't as much a thing. Oftentimes you won't be able download an entire season of TV in one go, you'll have to download each episode individually, although occasionally season repacks are uploaded. NZBGeek makes it easy to set up batch queues however, and you can play with the options in SABnzbd to schedule the downloading of those batches. There are also options to automatically rename and sort files into folders once they're downloaded, which is practically a necessity when downloading an entire TV series (unless you enjoy manually moving files across dozens of folders). Thankfully it's easy to configure it so that TV episodes are sorted to resemble something like "Series Name"/"Season XX"/"Episode XX - Episode Name". Even with that extra bit of work you have to put in downloading all the episodes of a TV series individually on Usenet it will probably still be faster than Torrenting (depending of course on how well a .torrent is seeded). Usenet files will always download at the fastest possible speed, so your speeds are only ever bottlenecked by your internet connection and provider speeds. With my internet connection I'm always hitting 9.5 MB/s with whatever it is I'm downloading, meaning a 5GB film is finished downloading in around seven minutes. (We've come so far. I remember downloading the trailer for Star Wars: Episode 1 with my dad over 56k dial-up. It took an entire afternoon and in that time my mom's car broke down while she was out and she couldn't get a hold of the house.)

And it's not like I don't still use BitTorrent, I'm seeding 1322 torrents on a private tracker at this very moment. I generally turn to Usenet for films and new episodes of TV, and it's a mix of BitTorrent and Usenet if I'm downloading an entire TV season or series. When it comes to music piracy I'm on a private BitTorrent tracker and I use SoulSeek too. I don't pirate much software but that's generally done on BitTorrent, and as for eBooks, well there's no better option than Library Genesis. It's always good to have a mix of options to cover your bases.

Go have fun.

#answered asks #anon ask #computers #usenet #piracy #also if you want my soulseek username hit me up #i'm sharing over 5500 albums on there and thousands of ebooks too

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