#'And the last lone survivor stalks his prey in the night'

[aureentuluva70]

Heard the song 'Eye of the Tiger' at work today and the whole thing just screams Beren to me.

[thelighthousestar]

Dean Winchester Playlist: Righteous Man

I originally posted this on We Heart It, but I want to transfer it here.

I love making playlists, and I love TV shows and fictional character, so here it is. You can expect several playlists for several characters from me.

I chose the songs I put in those playlists, based on lyrics. When I don't, it's because the song is linked to a particular scene starring the chosen character (ex: Heat of the Moment), is a favourite and/or important to the character in some way (ex: Hey Jude, was a song Mary used to put Dean to sleep with when he was a kid), or because they have a special meaning to the fandom (ex: Shake It Off, that not only, has been on the show, but is also used in the Supernatural Parody by The Hillywood Show), or because I think they're songs that the chosen character might listen to and/or like.

(Of course, I haven't included all the songs that Dean might be listening to, that would be too long, hahaha.)

Knocking on Heaven's Door by Gun N' Roses

"Mama put my guns in the ground

I can't shoot them anymore"

Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd

"Mama told me when I was young

'Come sit beside me, my only son' "

Eye of the Tiger by Survivor

"And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night

And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger"

Shake It Off by Taylor Swift

"I go on too many dates, but I can't make them stay

At least that's what people say"

Hells Bells by AC/DC

"I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives

Nobody's putting up a fight"

Heat Of The Moment by Asia

"A look from you and I would fall from grace

And that would wipe this smile right off my face"

Smoke On The Water by Deep Purple

"When it all was over

We had to find another place"

Back In Black by AC/DC

"Forget the hearse 'cause I never die

I got nine lives"

Have a Drink on Me by AC/DC

"Whiskey, gin, and brandy

With a glass, I'm pretty handy"

Wanted Dead Or Alive by Bon Jovi

"I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride

I'm wanted dead or alive"

Hey Jude by The Beatles

"Hey Jude, refrain

Don't carry the world upon your shoulders"

Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival

"Some folks are born silver spoon in hand

Lord, don't they help themselves, oh"

Warriors by Imagine Dragons

"But you always knew that you'd be the one

That work while they all play"

Send Me An Angel by Scorpions

"Close your eyes and you will find

The way out of the dark"

Judgement Day by Stealth

"I've crossed every line, broken every boundary

And now it's retribution time 'cause the change that I'm into

It ain't that holy!"

I'm Alright by Kenny Loggins

"I'm alright

Nobody worry 'bout me

Why you got to gimme a fight?

Can't you just let it be?"

Midnight Rider by The Allman Brothers Band

"Not gon' let 'em catch the midnight rider

And I don't own the clothes I'm wearing

And the road goes on forever"

All Out Of Love by Air Supply

"I want you to come back and carry me home

Away from this long lonely nights"

Don't You Worry Child cover by Sam Tsui

"There was a time, I used to look into my father's eyes

In a happy home, I was a king I had a golden throne

Those days are gone, now the memories are on the wall"

Old Town Road (Remix) by Lil Nas X ft Billy Ray Cyrus (to be very honest with you, this song makes me think of Jensen more than Dean, but I probably won't do actors playlists, and I really wanted to include it, so here it is.)

"Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road

I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more"

Ramble On by Led Zeppelin

"Got no time for spreadin' roots

The time has come to be gone"

Travelling River Blues by Led Zeppelin

"Well I know my baby, If I see her in the dark

I said I know my rider, If I see her in the dark"

Rebel Rebel by David Bowie

"Hey babe, let's go out tonight

You like me, and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine"

Runnin' with the devil by Van Halen

"I live my life like there's no tomorrow

And all I've got, I had to steal

Least I don't need to beg or borrow

Yes I'm livin' at a pace that kills"

Need You Tonight by INXS

"I need you tonight

'Cause I'm not sleeping"

Cherry Pie by Warrant

"Tastes so good, makes a grown man cry

Sweet Cherry Pie, yeah"

Leave It All Behind by Sleeping With Sirens

"When you look at my life

Tell me what do you see?

I'm only human

So don't expect too much from me"

Feel free to add to this if you want to.

[libertineangel]

The Vampires of Hircine

When one thinks of accursed, feared hunters in service of Hircine the first thought will invariably be lycanthropes, the great beasts that bring terror to those travelling by moonlight. Likewise, when one thinks of those who stalk the shadows and take their prey by stealth, the first thought will be to Molag Bal's sinister creations. However, there is a legend that speaks of another answer to both of those.

Long ago, when the peoples of Tamriel were young and the world was new, there was a group of hunters living in dedication to the Great Huntsman, surviving in the uncharted wilds of the land and braving its unknown dangers. One day they set out following a set of tracks they did not recognise, and for many days they travelled, making what deductions they could about their prey but knowing only that it was both vast and nimble, adept at minimising its impact on its environment. Eventually they caught up with it - some say it was a great bear, or perhaps a wolf, or even some being no longer seen on Nirn - and battle ensued with the rise of the moons, lasting all through the night. The beast managed to fend off all but one of the band, but it took many blows in the process and by dawn was close to defeat, and the last surviving hunter was in a similar state. They had little energy left, and had a choice to make: they could risk raising their spear for one last blow, or they could retreat and guarantee their survival; they chose the latter, fleeing back to their camp alone. This apparent cowardice greatly displeased Hircine, and as punishment he cast the lone survivor as the Hare of a Great Hunt.

All the hunters of the land partook in the event, and the Hare knew that they could not long hold out against the forces arrayed against them should they try to either fight directly or flee from place to place. Learning from the mistake that brought this upon them they resolved not to give into fear and run once more, and instead they chose to plan a defence - they improvised traps for their pursuers, stalked them and fought back, taking their equipment to strengthen their efforts and lead their enemies on false trails. One by one the hunters fell, until whether by luck or skill the Hare was once again a sole survivor, only this time Hircine was anything but displeased. Nothing brings the Great Huntsman more joy than to see prey turn the tables on its predators, and he respected the Hare's commitment to atoning for their previous failure, and so he offered them a great reward, not his usual blood gift of lycanthropy but one more fitting for a devious, subtle hunter, and the Hare became the first of Hircine's own vampires.

There are very few records of encounters with Hircine's vampires and so little is known for certain, but it is believed that aside from Hircine's direct blessing the only way to become one is by killing another, hence their great rarity. Accounts also speak of their movement being eerily quiet, physical prowess & reflexes far beyond mortal capability, and command of mortal animals; some scholars also infer unusually heightened senses, though of course only a vampire themselves could confirm this. They also seem to be less susceptible to sunlight than other vampiric bloodlines, always weakened by it but only outright harmed through the crescent and new moons; their appearance may be based on their feeding, growing less gaunt and grim as they take stronger victims more frequently.

[diveronaevents]

AUTHOR: Minnie

MENTIONED: HIPPOLYTA, KATHERINE, MERCUTIO, MIRANDA, TYBALT

TRIGGERS: Violence, arson, drug mention

SUMMARY: A Montague drug house, specializing in the synthesization of ambrosia and under the command of MERCUTIO, is burnt to the ground by TYBALT and his team. The Capulets emerge with little useful information, save for the name of the new drug: bacio del mietitore.

MAY 16.

He, alone, is the face of Capulet cruelty. With dark ambition and deep-rooted resentment as the bit and bridle in his mouth to lead him, TYBALT sits in his office. He muses on the family’s losses. He wonders at the whispers he collects from lost souls and hungry mouths in Verona.

Together, it all paints a portrait of blood and flames. It shrieks battle cry upon battle cry until it becomes a song to soothe his — and by extension, the Capulets’ — wounded pride. La Tigre, they call him. La Tigre is finished with lying in wait for the opportune moment to pounce. He will strike, and he will strike now.

In his hands, a mere collection of papers stacked neatly in one file (MIRANDA used a heart paper clip to fasten it together, he notes with a roll of his eyes) becomes a loaded cannon. When pieced together, innocuous intel and harried rumors create an opportunity. TYBALT runs through the file in his hands once more.

Yes, a plan is beginning to take shape. The aftermath of his hand-delivered retribution will cling to the air like smoke, the scent of it imprecating every Montague.

MAY 17

A woman who has learned intimately the price of war, KATHERINE stalks the streets of Verona not like hunter but like prey. She has already lost enough; she cannot stomach another battle of wills and a fight for survival. It is all she can do, after all, to keep trudging forward and hold her head high with her trademark pride.

From roof to roof, she travels across Verona to scope out different areas of MERCUTIO’s territory until she spots it at last: a drug house specializing in synthesizing ambrosia. She sets up camp for the night, and begins taking notes: shift changes, movement of the guards, relationships…

When MERCUTIO shows, she raises an eyebrow and writes in her notepad: Captain visit, 23h. As the list of times grows longer, KATHERINE scratches out the record and scribbles: Captain visits frequently. No pattern.

She narrows her eyes in concentration, heart pounding as she considers its implications. This won’t be as easy as they hoped.

MAY 19, NOON

“It’s simple.” HIPPOLYTA speaks patiently, poised as ever despite the rising flood of irritation at the initiate’s unmasked fear. “Keep MERCUTIO busy tonight. You have all day to find them, and you have all day to form a plan. It doesn’t matter how you do it, so long as they do not leave your sight or communicate with their team.”

Again and again, she repeats her instructions as if she is preaching on a podium before a single lost sheep, a lamb waiting for her deliverance. When at last they hurry away, HIPPOLYTA wonders if she made the correct decision. MERCUTIO is no ordinary captain; they are L’inferno, Verona’s terror in one being. But there is little choice left; each soldier is busy, and her preferred list of initiates are out of pocket.

She heaves a sigh and heads to TYBALT’s office to report progress. The ground they stand on trembles, but they keep moving forward. It is all any of them can do.

MAY 19, 10 PM

A plan set in motion cannot be taken back. The wheel turns, the tides change; and all TYBALT can do is push forward and trust that the team he’s built can rise to his expectations. He will be unrelenting. He will be ferocious. He will be as brilliant and clever and brutal as he was bred to be. It is his talent and his divine, bloodied birthright.

He stands before a house that appears, at first glance, plain and unsuspecting. Modest and in desperate need of exterior renovations, anyone in Verona would walk past it without a second glance. Littered at his feet are the unconscious bodies of the Montague guards. With a cruel snarl turning the corners of his lips, TYBALT makes a motion to KATHERINE. “Get them out of the way. I don’t care how you do it, just do it.”

As KATHERINE methodically executes each Montague and drags them to a discrete location, TYBALT and HIPPOLYTA enter the house side-by-side. Together, they meander through its halls with confident strides; but it is TYBALT alone who makes the final decision, with HIPPOLYTA’s serious gaze offering neither approval nor disagreement as he announces it to the team.

“KATHERINE and HIPPOLYTA will gather all the intel they find inside the house. Document everything. It is not your call to decide what’s important and what’s not.” Only after the two seasoned Capulets nod does TYBALT turn to the soldier under his command: MIRANDA. A disappointment in nearly every regard, she is shackled to the lowest standing among them. If she survives — for even this, TYBALT doubts — she will never be more useful than she is now.

“You’ll start the fire when I say so. We don’t know if MERCUTIO or another guard will show up, so be on alert for my command.” He doesn’t need to elaborate further. A heavy cloud of trepidation lingers over them; for what is worse, to fail La Tigre or to battle L’Inferno? To incur the wrath of either is to welcome Death with a kiss on the mouth and open desire for calamity.

“Understood?”

HIPPOLYTA, KATHERINE and MIRANDA nod their heads, mirroring his severity — and then they get to work.

MAY 19, 10:40 PM

“How cute of you to pay me a visit, stronzo.”

From behind the house, MERCUTIO appears. As if a phantom summoned by TYBALT’s voracious appetite, or the Grim Reaper enthralled by the scent of more Capulet souls to collect, they approach with the gait of a predator that thrives best in the dark. When their lips curl with anticipation, a shiver runs down MIRANDA’s spine. A few feet away from her, TYBALT stands unfazed and unmoved; as if he knew how the story would unfold.

They have always called one another like this. Hunter and hunter, prey and prey. In horrible harmony, they move in unison in a dance of death and decay, fury and fear.

“Go find the others,” TYBALT orders MIRANDA.

Her eyes dart towards MERCUTIO, who is standing perfectly still in wait of the opportune time to slice TYBALT’s head off his neck. “Are you sure?”

“I’m always sure,” he hisses, to which MIRANDA darts to the front door as nimble and quick as a mouse. MERCUTIO lets her run past them. She is not their mark. The Capulet name makes her an enemy, but she is not theirs to ruin.

Tonight, they are more than a Montague. They are an abandoned boy blossomed into a vile and vengeful man, the sole survivor of another burning. TYBALT’s life is their burden, and his death is their sole demand from the world. In death and in life, TYBALT is theirs; it would be utterly romantic, if not for the river of spilled blood between them.

MERCUTIO cracks the knuckles of their fist as they walk towards him. “I think I’ll take home your head on a platter, coglione. Or maybe pull each of your fingers from its sockets and feed them to stray dogs.”

TYBALT spits out a curse. Of all nights, tonight is the one time he must hold himself back from wrenching open MERCUTIO’s skull and letting their blood stain the pavement. The mission must go smoothly and well, for the Montagues will not miss the death of their most lethal weapon.

Still, he does not let it show as he welcomes his enemy, his rival, his mirror. “You’re dumber than you look if you think you can touch me.”

Inside, MIRANDA sprints through the house in search of HIPPOLYTA and KATHERINE. When at last she finds them, she reports in between pants, “They’re here. MERCUTIO… They’re fighting TYBALT. Back-up might be coming. Watch out.”

Immediately, HIPPOLYTA takes the reins. Smoothly and efficiently, with the grace of a goddess and the authority of a queen, she looks to KATHERINE and MIRANDA with steels in her eyes. “If MERCUTIO is here, then there are others close behind. The two of you keep searching. As soon as you’re finished, start the fire.”

She marches to the entrance, and does not look back.

MAY 19, 10:50 PM

“We’re ready.” KATHERINE speaks quietly, and it seems to amplify the sternness in her voice. Scurrying through the halls of a drug house and rifling through papers for intel, after all, is not where she thrives. Clipped and curt, she is restless to return to the front lines and fight. It is what she does best; it is what she was born for, the conquest of battle and a weapon sitting pretty in her hands.

“You go first.” MIRANDA uncaps the fuel container in her hands and, once KATHERINE is a safe distance away, begins to pour it along the floor, the furniture, the walls... Little by little, she leaves traces of it behind until the fuel container is empty and the two are safe outside the back door. In the distance, they can hear MERCUTIO and TYBALT taunting and cursing at each other, and HIPPOLYTA grunting as she fights the Montagues who’ve come to join them.

MIRANDA pulls a matchbox from her pocket and lights it. “Here goes nothing,” she says to herself before she tosses it into the house and shuts the back door.

The house erupts into flames. MIRANDA and KATHERINE take a moment to watch the fire flicker up against the windows, as the world grows muted and still. On the other side of the house, HIPPOLYTA does not stop fighting as the fire rages on. MERCUTIO strikes TYBALT across the jaw and steps on his chest to quiet the Capulet, giving themself a second to watch the house burn. Their eyes flicker with uncharacteristic grief, a strange sorrow that does not seem to fit their features. It reminds them of a home burned to the ground, long ago. With TYBALT beneath them and the smell of smoke flooding their nostrils, MERCUTIO swears they can hear the sound of children screaming, fathers shouting and a lone wolf of a child crying.

TYBALT watches MERCUTIO all the while, gaze as sharp as ever and hands gripping their ankle tightly. This is almost better than cracking their bones by hand. He feasts on a different breed of pain, basking in it even with his back to the ground.

It is a brief second of silence, but sacred things have a way of making hours out of mere moments. This pause stretches on and on and on. A house burns in the background. Montagues and Capulets alike behold the ways a single match can spark a wildfire that devours without mercy, without regard for loyalties and vengeance at all.

It burns and burns and burns. Everything in its path shudders and falls.

For a momentary lapse of time, they all forget what they have come here to do. Until a piercing shriek shatters the peace of utter chaos and destruction: “KATHERINE!”

In the next split second, MERCUTIO falls to the ground with HIPPOLYTA’s arms around them in a chokehold. The Montague soldiers scatter without their leader’s might to hide behind. TYBALT does not waste the opportunity, running to MIRANDA, whose hands are pressed to her lips with horror. “What happened?” he demands, grabbing her wrist and yanking it away from her mouth.

“She went in. She said she dropped something in the house.”

TYBALT looks to the open door, searching for KATHERINE’s silhouette. When he does not see any sign of her, the tension in his shoulders loosen. “Leave her be.” Releasing his hold on her wrist abruptly, TYBALT begins to walk away. “She’ll survive if she knows how to.”

For a moment, he is satisfied. He will take MERCUTIO as prisoner to the Capulets. He will take what intel they have and understand the new drug the Montagues are rumored to have planned. He will hand Cosimo a pile of gold and treasure, and reap the weight of the crown as his prize.

For a moment.

“I’m going in.” Before TYBALT can turn to order her to stay put, MIRANDA has already run into the burning house. He runs to where she was just a moment ago and searches, again, for a sign of a soldier under his command. Teeth gritted, fists balled up tightly at his sides, TYBALT lets out a low and feral guttural sound.

If he loses two soldiers, then he’s fucked.

It doesn’t help that HIPPOLYTA comes to his side and reports that MERCUTIO has escaped her hold.

The muscles in TYBALT’s jaw flexes. If KATHERINE and MIRANDA make it out alive, he’s going to burn them up himself.

When the two of them emerge from the smoke and the flames, MIRANDA’s arm holding KATHERINE up, TYBALT heaves a sigh of relief despite his temper.

“Don’t think I’m going to let this slide,” he barks at MIRANDA.

She offers him a tired smile, eyes shining bright despite the ashen smudges on her cheeks. “Can’t wait, capitano.”

[lightofpage]

Hurts Like Hell

Ch.1 I loved and, I loved, and I lost you

writing music

“The Punisher strikes again…”

It was once again a familiar utterance heard around the city on the news and radio. His body count were the paper’s headlines. Even in their large, dark print the number started to lose it's impact. Desensitization was a thing around this city, especially since aliens fell out of the sky.

Karen listened for as long as she could-in the end all the stories started to sound the same. Gang wars and feuds end in blood shed. Sex Trafficker castrated and left on police station doorstep. Drug cartel taken down. The list went on.

The police never caught him. He became a deadlier nuisance than Daredevil had ever been. Even worse than his first run at being The Punisher. There were a few near misses and she’d be lying if said she didn’t listen to those stories fully.

Everyone knew that most nights out of the week the boogeyman wandered the streets of the city, hidden in the shadows, stalking his prey. People said they felt safer with him on the street, well women did. The men, not so much.

After the argument in his hospital room a few  weeks ago, Karen Page proceeded the way she always did-by throwing herself into work and hoping it would distract her from the hurt.There was a sense of finality in his tone that day, but then again there always was. She shook her head slowly in disbelief.  

Karen didn’t get a chance to tell him that she understood some part of his grief. She had lost too. She ached to share with him about Fisk, Father Lanthom’s sacrifice, and the weight of the guilt from the deaths at the Bulletin. She had wanted to tell him about Kevin since the day she met him.

He knew she wasn’t a stranger to horror, but he didn’t know how death had followed her out of Vermont.

She wanted to scream at him when he mentioned Matt. To tell him to stop using his bullshit lines to try and change her mind, but she never got the chance. He slipped through her fingers more swiftly than the last time and it left her feeling hollow.

After she pulled the fire alarm, she took a cab back to the firm, made up a story about how she had to trash her shoes, and got back to work. She didn’t tell Matt or Foggy about her visit.

She still had nightmares, Bullseye replaced Fisk and she could never out run him. Nobody around her in the dream survived either.

Survivors guilt was an ugly thing. It had made a home in her after her brother died, but it had resurfaced after the events of the past year. She woke up crying some nights, other times she woke with up reeling from a punch that never landed. The only trace of the stress was the perpetual dark circles under her eyes and jumpiness now and then.

It was a cold day in February when she contacted Dinah. She sat curled up on her couch= a glass of red wine in her hand, the phone in the other.

The two had developed a friendship after Russo died. It was easy and it felt nice to have something easy in her life. Karen celebrated with her when Dinah got the job at the CIA. That night at the bar she slid a small piece of paper across the sticky bar in Karen's direction.

Dinah flashed a small smile as she took a sip of her whisky, “You should feel flattered. I can count the number of people who have my direct line on one hand.”

Karen’s eyes widened, “Wow, I do. Definitely.”

“It’ll be nice to have a friend to talk to-even if we are thousands of miles away from each other...and everything I'll be doing is classified."

"I'll fill you in on the Bachelor, how about that?"

"That sounds perfect."

Karen let out a slow exhale as the phone rang.

“Madani.”

“Dinah it’s Karen, I have a favor to ask.”

“Shoot.”

“Can you send me Frank’s number? Whichever one he’s using nowadays.”

There was a pause, “Is something wrong Karen?”

“No, no, not like that. I just-“she glanced down at her bare feet and rubbed her temple, “I just have things I didn’t get a chance to say to him the last time I saw him.”

Dinah hummed, “I understand. Let me get back to you with that. Shouldn’t take long.”

It didn’t take long at all, a half an hour later Karen’s phone buzzed with a text message. Karen stared at the number for a moment before sinking back into the couch. She cleared her throat while the phone rang.

The line picked up, but no words were spoken.

“Frank?”

“Karen.”

She heard him sigh and she closed her eyes, picturing him.

“Frank, can we meet?”

“Are you in trouble?” His voice was hard and unwavering.

“No, I just-wanted to talk in person.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Frank- I got the message that day. I’m not going to try to change your mind. I know you’re-,” she struggled to find the right word, “committed to this fight, but I miss you,” She swallowed and squeezed the phone a little bit tighter, “I miss my friend.”

He let out a slow exhale and she wondered if the tense expression he usually wore had softened at all.

“Where?”

“The park by the pier?”

“Tomorrow? Say…9:30?” His voice was gruff, low. She missed that sound.

“Sure. That sounds good.” She smiled, “Thank you Frank.”

“I’ll see you then.”

The line disconnected and Karen nodded to herself. She tidied up from her dinner and took a long, hot shower that night. She stepped out of the tub with her lavender colored bath towel wrapped around her. She wiped away the steam on the mirror and stared at her reflection.

She hated how much she still wanted him. How much she loved him. She felt that longing to have him present in her life-when she’s not being shot at or he’s not chained to a hospital bed- and that longing left her feeling like she'd been holding her breath for too long. Suffocating slowly.

She loved him and he loved her, but they couldn’t be together, and she doubted that kind of heartbreak could be fixed. She doubted that she would ever find love like this again.

The gaze that stared back at her in the mirror looked sad, like some of the brightness that once was there had dimmed.

Karen forced herself to smile a small smile.

Her life hadn’t been easy and she had suffered her own tragedies, growing into that space that suffering created. The hole inside her that first started to be dug after her mother passed. After that, it had only deepened into this empty space. Drugs and alcohol made it all feel a little less lonely, but it was still a dark and vast space that scared her.

She was a survivor though and with each trauma she felt that fear fade a little bit.

She stared at the ceiling for what felt like an hour, willing the universe for some miracle. For a chance of an after that they had once talked about. Eventually her eyes drifted and her breathing slowed. Karen fell asleep dreaming of ginger snaps, space ships, and little dinosaur toys.

[maximumsuckage]

I saw “Eye of the Tiger,” “Heat of the Moment,” “Angel with a Shotgun,” and “Sinner” on that song list and I was like. Huh. I bet they like Supernatural. Needless to say, I’m very pleased with your blog. :)

ITS THE EYE OF THE TIGER ITS THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT RISING UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF OUR RIVALS AND THE LAST LONE SURVIVOR STALKS HIS PREY IN THE NIGHT AND HES WATCHING US ALL WITH THE EYYYYYYYEEEEE *drum solo* OF THE TIGERRRRRRRRRTo be fair, when I originally started this blog it was a teenage angst blog... and then I soiled it

[iiinfiltrator-arch-blog]

RULES: share four songs/pieces of music that represent your muse.

(REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.)

i. the greatest - sia Uh-oh, running out of breath, but I Oh, I, I got stamina Uh-oh, running now, I close my eyes Well, oh, I got stamina And uh-oh, I see another mountain to climb But I, I, I got stamina ///  Don't give up, I won't give up Don't give up, no no no Don't give up, I won't give up Don't give up, no no noI'm free to be the greatest, I'm alive I'm free to be the greatest here tonight, the greatest The greatest, the greatest alive The greatest, the greatest alive

ii. capsize - frenshio & emily warren I'm fine Drop tears in the morning Give in to the lonely Here it comes with no warning Capsize, I'm first in the water Too close to the bottom I'm right back where I started Said I'm fine

iii. eye of the tiger - survivor Rising up, back on the street Did my time, took my chances Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet Just a man and his will to survive So many times it happens too fast You trade your passion for glory Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must fight just to keep them alive It's the eye of the tiger It's the thrill of the fight Rising up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger

iv. ironic - alanis morrisette An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's a death row pardon two minutes too late Isn't it ironic, don't you thinkIt's like rain on your wedding day It's a free ride when you've already paid It's the good advice that you just didn't take Who would've thought, it figures

tagged by: @irreplaceablescream tagging: @brokenspy @contrarymuses @epicisms @theciaanalyst

[autumnknight17-gone]

Kara smiled and tucked her headphones on securely, pressing play on her “save the city” playlist. pushing her phone into her waistband she jumped out the window heading straight for down town, singing loudly for all to hear.

“Ah-ah-ah-ah!” She hummed as she swooped down, landing right in front of a man trying to pull away a lady’s purse “Stayin’ alive~” She sang before pushing him away, and grabbing the bag from his hands. 

“Well now I get low,” She ducked under his arm as he swung “-And I get high,” She floated up just to reinforce the lyrics. “And if I can't get either,” She turned to the woman and stuck out her hand, obviously asking for a dance. 

The woman smiled brightly and accepted without an ounce of hesitation “I really try,” Kara continued. She spun the woman and watched as the thief ran and shrugged.

“Got the wings of heaven on my shoes-” the woman sang and Kara smiled laughing slightly.

“I'm a dancin' girl and I just can't lose.” Kara continued, winking with a large smile. “Sorry,” She said, unnecessarily loud, unable to hear the volume of her voice through her headphones “I have to go get him.” She pulled the woman into a movie-worthy dip before leaving, using her super speed to get him.

“She's just a girl and she's on fire,” Kara hummed as she walked through the burning building, ridiculously calm.

“Hotter than a fantasy, lonely like a highway,” She sang into the smokey air, using her X-Ray vision to look for any stranded citizens.

“She's living in a world and it's on fire~” She walked into a room and found a young woman, roughly 19 years old huddled against the window, trying to get out.

“Hey!” Kara greeted brightly “Come here,” She said loudly, hoping the girl could hear her.

“S-supergirl!” The Girl shouted, obviously relieved.

“Hey, I’m gonna go over there to you, okay?” Kara said, raising her hands in a placating gesture. She used her superspeed to get to her faster and bent down “Can I carry you?” Kara asked.

“Yes!” The girl squeaked, looking like she was going to faint. Kara pulled her into a bridal carry and the girl wrapped her arms around Kara like her life depended on it-which it probably did.

“Okay, what’s your name?” Kara asked, knowing that if the girl fell unconscious she couldn’t put enough effort on breathing and trying to distract her from the situation.

“Sam, well, people call me Sam but my name is actually Samantha, my mom calls me ‘Mantha but I think you would prefer Sam because most people do,” The girl rambled nervously.

“Okay, Sam,” Kara flashed a charming grin that she knew enchanted most people she met “I want to use my superspeed but I don’t think you can handle it right now,” And as the girl started to protest Kara pointedly looked at Sam’s hands that were currently clutching at Kara’s shoulders so hard they would have ripped any Human’s skin apart. “So I’m going to walk us out of her using my freeze breath, okay?”

Sam nodded, unable to say any more.

Kara looked up and covered Sam’s eyes, blowing softly at their surroundings, the fires dimming as she moved forward “She got both feet on the ground,” She hummed “And she's burning it down~”

Sam laughed into Kara’s collarbone “Are you singing?”

“Yeah,” Kara smiled “She got her head in the clouds,” She sang into Sam’s ear “And she's not backing down,” She continued. “This girl is on fire~”

“Rising up!” Kara sang, dancing around The Alien’s attacks “Back on the streets~”

“Filthy Kryptonian!” He roared “What are you doing?”

“Did my time, took my chances~” She waggles a finger at him, playfully tutting. “Went the distance,” she used her superspeed and slammed into him so hard he fell several feet back. “Now I’m back on my feet.” She skips along tune with the words before breaking into the hammer dance and sliding into a perfect rendition of the iconic Michael Jackson Moonwalk. “Just a girl and her will to survive!”

“Stop that!” He snapped, getting to his feet quickly “It is severely irritating!” He went in for a punch, running towards her anger radiating and turning his skin red.

“So many times it happens too fast~” She sings as she dodges his strikes using her superspeed. “You trade your passion for glory,” She pushed him back again, giving herself room to fly up “Don't lose your grip,” She performed a flying version of “Everyday I’m Shuffling” She laughed at the look on his face “On the dreams of the past~”

“STOP!” He screamed.

“No,” Supergirl said, looking at the CatCo crew recording them and saluting the cameraman “You must fight just to keep them alive~” She sang.

“No!” He jumped up and snatched her legs, pulling her down like she was a baloon flying away.

She kicked down, hard enough that he fell into the asphalt, cracking the concrete badly “It's the eye of the tiger!” She sang and brought her hands up as though asking for the people present to sing with her. “Come on guys!” She called.

“It's the thrill of the fight!” A man, probably around his 30’s piped up from behind her and all together their audience started singing.

“Rising up to the challenge of our rival~” Supergirl and the Alien fought as the audience sang for them “And the last known survivor, stalks his prey in the night!” And as Supergirl delivered the last punch, she turned to the camera and sang “And he's watching us all with the eye~” She winked at the CatCo camera “-of the tiger.”

SO I SANG KARAOKE WITH MY FRIENDS THIS WEEKEND AND I JUST HAD THIS THOUGHT THAT SUPERGIRL DEFINITELY SINGS WHEN SHE’S SAVING PEOPLE!! i don’t own any of these songs if i did would i still be on tumblr? 

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DECEMBER

The Devil’s Dolls (Dec. 06)

Guatemalan parents teach their children to allay their troubles by getting handmade worry dolls, but several of these talismans find their way into the hands of residents of a small Southern town and set off a grisly wave of bloodshed.

Good Tidings (Dec. 06)

A homeless war veteran with a checkered past must rely on a side of himself once thought buried when he and his companions are targeted on Christmas Day by three vicious psychopaths in Santa suits.

Hotel of the Damned (Dec. 06)

After a car accident and stranded in the middle of nowhere, an ex-con and his daughter find themselves in an abandoned hotel, populated by sub-human cannibalistic creatures.

The Possession Experiment (Dec. 06)

A horror-obsessed student begins an online fund-raising campaign in an effort to show the world his study on exorcisms.

SiREN (Dec. 06)

One week before his wedding day, Jonah and his groomsmen hit the town for a wild night of club hopping and debauchery. The night soon takes a twisted turn for the worse when the group is invited to a seedy underground club. After Jonah frees a seemingly imprisoned dancer, he realizes that the woman he released is actually a terrifying, legendary creature that will stop at nothing to claim her prey.

Abattoir (Dec. 09)

An investigative reporter teams up with a Police officer to solve the mystery of why a seemingly good man murdered her sister’s family.

Beyond the Gates (Dec. 09)

In the wake of their father’s mysterious disappearance, two estranged brothers — responsible Gordon and reckless John — reunite to sift through the contents of his stubbornly anachronistic VHS rental store. Among the inventory, they discover an interactive VCR board game, which their father viewed just before he vanished. Intrigued, the boys pop in the tape, press play, and soon discover that, far from an ordinary game, the video is a portal to a nightmarish alternate reality.

The Devil Lives Here (Dec. 13)

Three teenagers go visit a friend at his old farmhouse for the weekend. What they didn’t expect was to be stuck in the middle of a centenary war between good and evil.

The Ecstasy of Isabel Mann (Dec. 13)

”The Ecstasy of Isabel Mann” is the story of troubled teenager Isabel Mann (Ellen Mullen) who is seduced into an incredibly violent sect of day-walking vampires. Her class mates start to go missing and on the trail of the gruesome murders are two detectives; Witham (Neill Fleming) – who believes her to be the prime suspect and Barrett (Matthew Toman) – who has his doubts. Nothing is quite as it seems for those about her as the disturbed teenager runs amok killing at will in the woodlands by her home; aided by her vampire guides Mirjana (Mirjana Rendulic) and Alejo (Karim Elgendy) who are training her in the art of the kill – with horrifically bloody results for those closest to her.

The Ouija Possession (Dec. 13)

After finding a vintage spirit board in their parent’s basement, a group of teens conjure an undead relative, who stalks them from beyond the grave.

Secret Santa (Dec. 13)

Secret Santa is a feature length film that tells the story of a group of eccentric college kids, struggling to get through the hectic exam period. This Horror/Comedy is a tribute to B-Movie Slashers but also takes the conventions and turns them upside down. A liquor filled party is planned. Adding a Secret Santa exchange for fun. Little do our characters know… A killer is in town and has a special present for all the good (and bad) girls and boys. Dare to open your present? It might be your last!

Train to Busan (Dec. 13)

A man (Gong Yoo), his estranged daughter and other passengers become trapped on a speeding train during a zombie outbreak in South Korea.

City of Dead Men (Dec. 16)

Michael, an American traveling abroad, arrives in Medellin, Colombia, only to discover he’s run out of money. In dire straits, he latches on to a young Colombian woman who has taken up residence in an abandoned psychiatric hospital with a group of outcasts and their mysterious leader. At first grateful for shelter and camaraderie, Michael soon senses that something terrible happened in the hospital and that he’s being pulled into a dangerous dynamic.

NOVEMBER:

Krampus Unleashed (Nov 01)

In pursuit of buried treasure, a group of fortune hunters unearth an ancient demonic summoning stone that holds a terrible curse and awakens a timeless evil, the Krampus. After centuries of slumber, Krampus has awoken with a thirst for blood.

The Curse of Robert the Doll (Nov 01)

Emily Barker is a cash strapped student trying to make money as a cleaner working nights at the East Falls Museum. But her peaceful graveyard shift turns into a time of terror when she is plagued by the sound of footsteps in empty corridors and mysterious vandalism throughout the building. Emily suspects that one of the exhibits, a creepy vintage doll named Robert, is alive and wreaking havoc after hours. Her reports to the head of security and the museum owner go unheeded. But when members of the night staff turn up dead in sinister circumstances, Emily knows the doll is responsible for the bloodshed.

Last Girl Standing (Nov 01)

Five years ago, a masked killer brutally murdered a group of friends. Since then, Camryn, the lone survivor, has struggled to reclaim her shattered life. Wracked with guilt and paranoia, can Camryn ever have a normal life again or is she destined to be alone? Part slasher movie and part character study, Last Girl Standing is a penetrating and intimate look at what happens to the survivors of horror movies.

The Shelter (Nov 04)

On a star filled night, widower and homeless man Thomas (Michael Pare) finds shelter for the night when he falls upon a vast two story house with the lights on and an inviting open front door. Alas the next morning he finds out swiftly that the premises won’t let him depart. The doors are all locked, and the windows puzzlingly cannot be opened or broken. Destiny has brought Thomas to this place. Will he survive the ordeal?

The Hospital 2 (Nov 08)

A mentally sick and illness two guys and one woman are running a shelter for women how got assaulted by their husbands.Basically as the events go on the place looks shelter but in reality it’s where sick behavior and illness minds perform their acts.

The Monster (Nov 11)

A mother and daughter must confront a terrifying monster when they break down on a deserted road.

The Similars (Nov 15)

On the rainy night of October 2, 1968, eight characters waiting on a remote bus station for a bus heading to Mexico City start experiencing a strange phenomenon.

Intruder (Nov 22)

During one of Oregon’s most violent storms, a young cellist seeks solitude and comfort in the safety of her large apartment, but soon realizes she might not be home alone. With the modern and simple tone of Paranormal Activity paired with the cinematic elegance of Hitchcock’s Rope, INTRUDER is a disturbing psychological thriller that will make you think twice about being home alone.

Evolution (Nov 25)

Nicolas is a boy living on a remote island set in the future, or another planet – or is it a dream? His village consists of white-painted houses located above the sea with a volcanic rock and black sand coastline, populated by young women and boys all of a similar age to Nicolas. Whilst swimming, Nicolas makes a discovery in the ocean, which is shrugged off my his mother, who, like all the women in the town has tied-back hair, is pale and wears a simple thin beige dress. Nicolas is curious, thinks that he is being lied to and starts to explore his environment, witnessing some unsettling scenes. He then finds himself taken to a hospital-like building where he along, with the others, undergoes a series of medical procedures by the women, dressed as nurses. He is befriended by one nurse, who becomes instrumental in the film’s denouement. The film is not easy to categorise; it is not only enigmatic but beautifully filmed with deeply poetic imagery. It reflects the fear of the unknown…

VOD Horror Archive DECEMBER The Devil's Dolls (Dec. 06) Guatemalan parents teach their children to allay their troubles by getting handmade worry dolls, but several of these talismans find their way into the hands of residents of a small Southern town and set off a grisly wave of bloodshed.