@karamonnom
u_u Hey, I'm not really gonna be able to post much until about 6:30 PST for the next 3 days. Just a heads-up.
u_u Hey, I'm not really gonna be able to post much until about 6:30 PST for the next 3 days. Just a heads-up.
Eleventhfret Member
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STATUS: I love creators who inspire me. Be it writers, painters, or musicians. Being inspired is a power, a light to scare away the shadows of depression and anxiety. 10 yrs ago
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I love creators who inspire me. Be it writers, painters, or musicians. Being inspired is a power, a light to scare away the shadows of depression and anxiety.
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10 yrs ago
This is the sooouuund of my soul.
10 yrs ago
"I'll clean the house after this chapter." Four chapters later. "...Shit."
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10 yrs ago
Storm Front is the best thing to have ever happened to me. Such a tasteful use of magic, Jim Butcher's sexy ass writing style, I'm in love.
10 yrs ago
Kiss them for me always make me feel nostalgic. Maybe because my mom blasted it in my tweenie years. Same with any song on Siamese Dream.
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Sup mortals? How's it hanging?!
Facts: I like food, music, and good smelling hair. I disappeared, I'm back. For good. I never sleep, timezones mean nothing to me. Girrafes are the shiz. I'm a weeb. I play rhythm and lead guitar, bass, and drums, and i sing. All self taught.
Stuff; Royale is an amazing band, they make yachtmetal. My cat has the spirit of a grizzly. Karl Pilkington is a genius. One Punch Man is hype as hemlock yo! That's all. Go sleep now
Facts: I like food, music, and good smelling hair. I disappeared, I'm back. For good. I never sleep, timezones mean nothing to me. Girrafes are the shiz. I'm a weeb. I play rhythm and lead guitar, bass, and drums, and i sing. All self taught.
Stuff; Royale is an amazing band, they make yachtmetal. My cat has the spirit of a grizzly. Karl Pilkington is a genius. One Punch Man is hype as hemlock yo! That's all. Go sleep now
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I'm gonna be scarce the next 3 days. If I'm on at all.
@Avanhelsing
I feel for you. May Lady Luck smile upon your grades and bless your hard work.
I feel for you. May Lady Luck smile upon your grades and bless your hard work.
Sidenote: Harley took a steak and a water.
Heeeyyyy. I wish you luck in your endeavors.
@karamonnom
Derek slid the guitar around to his back, then stretched, flexing half-heartedly, he might as well put some effort into it, she seemed cool, and it'd be cool if things worked out. "Hey, wanna go hang at the gym? I can probably plug in there, my backpack has a small amp, and that's where I left it." he commented. He would rather be there, anywhere was better, really. "I like it better there because it's closer to Hell." he joked, chuckling softly and brushing some hair from his face. His phone buzzed in his pocket but he ignored it, he knew who his match was, and anyone else wasn't that important to him right now. "Or we could go smoke, do you smoke?" he asked, he knew the habit was bad, but he also knew that the horns and tail made him look badass while doing it, and it was addictive.
"Or, better yet, we could smoke in the gym, I'm pretty sure there's a rule against it, but fuck rules, ya know?" he said. he looked her over a couple times, shamelessly checking her out as he talked. "You're not into nicknames are you?" he inquired. "And I gotta know if you're DTF, it's kind of important." he concluded, quite prickishly and casually. It's not that he was overly concerned, it was just good information to have, and he hated beating around the bush.
Derek slid the guitar around to his back, then stretched, flexing half-heartedly, he might as well put some effort into it, she seemed cool, and it'd be cool if things worked out. "Hey, wanna go hang at the gym? I can probably plug in there, my backpack has a small amp, and that's where I left it." he commented. He would rather be there, anywhere was better, really. "I like it better there because it's closer to Hell." he joked, chuckling softly and brushing some hair from his face. His phone buzzed in his pocket but he ignored it, he knew who his match was, and anyone else wasn't that important to him right now. "Or we could go smoke, do you smoke?" he asked, he knew the habit was bad, but he also knew that the horns and tail made him look badass while doing it, and it was addictive.
"Or, better yet, we could smoke in the gym, I'm pretty sure there's a rule against it, but fuck rules, ya know?" he said. he looked her over a couple times, shamelessly checking her out as he talked. "You're not into nicknames are you?" he inquired. "And I gotta know if you're DTF, it's kind of important." he concluded, quite prickishly and casually. It's not that he was overly concerned, it was just good information to have, and he hated beating around the bush.
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Is this an insult?he wondered. "That's ricockulously easy."he remarked, sliding his left hand to the first fret. "I'm a bit insulted, there's like five million songs that use the 'A minor, G, F, G' cord progression. But whatever." He strummed the shiny Strat, playing each of the previously mentioned cords. He then slid the iridescent, triangular pick into his pocket. "Since we don't have a cowbell..." he whipped his long, barbed tail around, then moving the gleaming black tail to the guitar, he tapped the red instrument with his hand, picking the strings with his tail, even singing along.
He had to admit, it was a classic, if a bit old. She had good taste in music, he looked over the girl as he played. Well, I'm not too sure about this program, but even if it doesn't work out, I'm definitely hitting that. he thought to himself, he kinda wanted to get with every girl he saw, but he was a teenager, it was probably totally natural. He had forgotten how much he liked the song, simple but good, one of the first he'd learned, actually. After he finished the song he looked at her and said, "The name is Derek, you've got a pretty good taste in music." in a raspy, yet soothing choice, the kind only a singer had. "I'm gonna -assume- you're my match, hottie with drumsticks? It's pretty obvious." he concluded as he played a few muted riffs.
Is this an insult?he wondered. "That's ricockulously easy."he remarked, sliding his left hand to the first fret. "I'm a bit insulted, there's like five million songs that use the 'A minor, G, F, G' cord progression. But whatever." He strummed the shiny Strat, playing each of the previously mentioned cords. He then slid the iridescent, triangular pick into his pocket. "Since we don't have a cowbell..." he whipped his long, barbed tail around, then moving the gleaming black tail to the guitar, he tapped the red instrument with his hand, picking the strings with his tail, even singing along.
He had to admit, it was a classic, if a bit old. She had good taste in music, he looked over the girl as he played. Well, I'm not too sure about this program, but even if it doesn't work out, I'm definitely hitting that. he thought to himself, he kinda wanted to get with every girl he saw, but he was a teenager, it was probably totally natural. He had forgotten how much he liked the song, simple but good, one of the first he'd learned, actually. After he finished the song he looked at her and said, "The name is Derek, you've got a pretty good taste in music." in a raspy, yet soothing choice, the kind only a singer had. "I'm gonna -assume- you're my match, hottie with drumsticks? It's pretty obvious." he concluded as he played a few muted riffs.
Still doing it. I think.
:O Impossible! My technique has been defeated by clever wording!
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