#ARMAGEDDON TATTOO OUT THE WINDOW

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Fanart for the fanfiction “all was golden when the day met the night” by spinningincircles on ao3, @tripleaxeldiaz here on tumblr!

Oh my god I am such a sucker for Buddie and I am such a sucker for flower language and this is one of my favorite combinations of both those things I’ve ever read 100 stars a million awards highly recommend checking it out!!!

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HEARSE

I kill the world with only my little fingers. I kill Joss beneath the shade of the everglade and Ludwig with chewing gum in his mouth. Pew! I kill Molly painting her nails. I kill my own momma out on the porch with a long cigarette between her teeth. Pew! I don’t have a daddy to kill. I topple onto the lawn, all skinny limbs and big ideas. Remember this moment. And the weight of the light. I aim for the grinning sun. My back presses against the grass.

And I shoot.

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It was summertime.

I was eleven years old, an odd limbo state; too young to hang with the teenagers but too old to play in the sandbox. And all around me, the sun fell like a fist. Most of my time was spent with Ludwig and Joss, kids I went to school with who lived on the next block in the slant of the culdesac. We played everything: Armageddon, House, finger guns.

Sometimes we went to the movie theatre and watched giant cowboys complete giant shoot outs in the cool glisten of the air conditioning. My older sister Molly hogged the fan at home as she spoke into the telephone all afternoon. Molly spoke in tongues: an assortment of boys and red carpets and what certain motions meant. I thought her more knowledgeable than any of us though I would never admit it. Momma sat out on the porch playing cards with our neighbors, laughing amok, laughing arrows into the air. Sometimes we went to our uncle’s house where Momma drank from green bottles and sung along real low along with the radio. I liked when she sung.

Most of the time we stayed on our street, Bends Street, pinging from corner to corner; flailing into the net of our imaginations. Ludwig was my age and clever at numbers. He liked to play out whatever scenes he saw on television that weekend: art museum robberies, police investigations. Joss was still only ten. I felt I had to protect him against the needle of the light. He liked to crush bugs between his fingers; to see what iridescent colors the guts made. Sometimes, we hung out with Ryder. He often hung around like a restless specter; chewing on gobs of cheap tobacco and spitting on the ground. Ryder was thirteen, almost fourteen. He gave himself tattoos with a sewing needle and blue ink. On his thigh was a drunk kitten. His shoulder read: I AM THE LIGHT in large, crooked letters. I once thought Ryder was the epitome of everything a man could be. He was the tall tree of manhood I aspired to climb. I wanted to be like him until I realized he was still only a boy with miles of skin.

When I was nine, he took me to the back of his house. He kneeled down and reached beneath the wooden stairs. There, he had a bird in a box. A finch.

What’s wrong with her? I asked.

Her wing’s all broken, he said.

What should we do? I asked him, looking at the slow way the bird blinked.

Not we. Here, he said, placing a cool rock in my hand. My heart ran.

What do you mean? I asked.

You’re going to put this bird out of her misery, he said. It’s hurt. It needs to be put out. Come on, you’re not gonna be a pussy about this are you?

I’m not, I defended. I’m not being a pussy.

Then, he said.

I gripped the rock. And the sunlight fell.

I still see the bird’s eyes in the dark sometimes.

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It was one in the afternoon. A wishbone sat pressed against the window pane, left to dry in the brittle rain of sun. A single, orange dead tulip. The television playing The Wondrous Misadventures of Quack and Kazoo. Momma outside cracking the deck with her hands as her friends drank bottles. Molly was wearing a white spaghetti strap and hanging upside down from the couch. I was halfway through with my popsicle when a sudden commotion interrupted the scene. A commotion will do that. Someone knocked on the door while Ludwig peered in through the front window. I went to open the door and Joss spilled in, Ludwig trailing behind like a planet’s moon.

What’s going on? I asked.

Guess what we saw, Joss said. You won’t ever know but guess.

What?

A limo-zeen! Joss exclaimed. It was black and huge.

Headed towards the main street, Ludwig added.

Let’s go catch it, Joss said. Maybe it’s the President. Or ShooMama from the Shotguns! And maybe she’ll sign my chest. Do you have a pen?

The President would have pens, Ludwig said.

Let’s go, I said.

Shut the door! Molly said from the couch.

Where you going? Momma asked.

There’s a limo in town, we’re gonna go catch it.

Careful, she said. Love you.

As a trio, we walked from Bends Street towards the main street which was where the parents did their shopping. The police station. A library. We sat against the wall of the supermarket, our knees drawn to our chests. Out of nowhere, seemingly out of Heaven, there came Ryder in his cologne of sweat and golden dust, smoking a cigarette.

What are you kooks up to? He asked.

We’re waiting on a limo, I said. Joss said he saw one.

Maybe it’s a supermodel, he said. Supermodels like to pretend they’re like us.

Half an hour passed in the length of our shadows.

A woman tried to give us a dollar but Ryder told her to fuck off. I liked the way he said it, as though demanding a door open itself. Another few minutes; we were getting red. I got up to stretch. I pretended to take a puff from Ryder’s cigarette and coughed myself out.

As we were about to return home to bother Molly and steal the television, — a long, black car came passing through the street. It brought a presence so divisive I wondered if it actually was the president. There were flowers crowning the back shaped in a heart. The gleam of the car hurt my eyes. Joss and Ludwig leapt from where they’d been sitting and began to wave their arms through the air; I waved with my hand, hoping to get a glimpse of whoever was inside.

Ryder sat in silence.

Not once did he reveal to us what we didn’t know. Perhaps he felt it wasn’t his responsibility to peel back the flesh of truth; to reveal what went on out there in the glorious, awful world. It was enough to soak in the elation for a few minutes. It was enough that the sunlight was thin enough to peer through. He must have known.

Even a second outside of the heat was enough.

[birdhouse-of-shadows]

There's barely any content of Dabi and Tokoyami interacting so an au sorta thing where Dabi's been a big brother to Toko since they were kids and Toko now has to deal with Dabi sneaking into the dorms and other stupid older brother stuff

{This is based of my hc that Tokoyami comes from a big family full of adopted kids.}

AU where Dabi is a Tokoyami and nobody knows he was a Todoroki. Touya ran away from home after faking his death, dyed his hair, and lives on the streets. The Tokoyamis met him out on patrol,and it was a no brainer that they were adopting him. When asked what his name was he said Dabi, and it’s been his name ever since. Dabs was 13 when he was adopted, and Fumi was 7. These two were immediately bonded and being absolute troublemakers edgy brothers. Since he never felt the need to use his quirk, he never became a hero. He became a tatto artist instead, who specializes in tattooing over scars. He’s got tattoos where is burn marks would be, he looks like the ultimate edgelord. Anyways now that we’ve got a backstory for him let’s get on to shenanigans~

An absolute ass of an older brother

Puts things on high shelves, walks in bedrooms without shutting the door back, walking into bedrooms just to scream loudly and leave

He and Fumi are probably the closest, meaning our poor bird boy is subject to all of Dabi’s shit

When Fumikage got into UA, Dabi was so excited he accidentally set the couch on fire

He told is lil bro that he’d get a tattoo of his hero name one he graduated

He made an attempt to follow his Fumi to school to make sure he got there okay, but motercycles are kinda loud so-

Yes, Dabi has a motercycle. Her name is Armageddon

He went to pick Fumi up, but waited like a block away so he didn’t seem like he was eager

Anyways he absolutely drilled Fumikage with questions about what it was like and Fumi was like “there’s this one kid that looks like a half and half c-“

“Shoto?”

“............yes? How do you-“

“Did you see anyone you wanna wife up? Or husband up? Or what are you again?”

Anyways that conversation lasted forever and a day

Dabi asks for a daily debrief of how the day went. They eventually just get called the “UA Sagas”

After the USJ incident Dabi gets really scared and then he’s like wait, i can sneak into UA too

By the time Fumi moves into the dorms Dabi has got the sneaking in thing down

He comes just to throw rocks at Fumikage’s window and steal food

He was gonna do the whole boom box outside the window thing but he figured he’d get caught

Hawks asked if Fumi had any hot siblings and Fumi just goes “lol yeah here’s a pic of my brother, he’s got a fire quirk”

That’s how Hawks and Dabi start dating uhhh oops

Now Fumikage has yet another dumbass to deal with :)

[mashounen2003]

Here is the text of the video, translated into English. Seriously, check out this video, this guy is awesome.

"Conspiracy Theories" by Guille Aquino.

Posted on June 27, 2019.

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Warning: if you're influenceable, you need to watch this.

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Alright, before we start, I want us to welcome and applaud our new friends from the CIA, the FBI, NASA, the former SIDE -today, the AFI-, the KGB, Interpol, and the lazy virgins at the troll centre on Miserere Park, who are surely already watching this video because today we're gonna talk about...

Conspiracy Theories.

We all know some: the humans didn't go to the Moon, the 9/11 was a self-attack by the USA's government, Bin Laden never existed, Walt Disney is frozen, Elvis Presley is alive, the Simpsons predict the future, Marcelo Tinelli went to a famous hospital with a famous object inserted in a famous place on his body, and Dengue and Zika fever were created by Bill Gates who genetically modified mosquitoes to depopulate the Earth because it most likely was easier than making work that "Internet Explorer" bulls*** he sold us. But let's get to the news: in early 2019, YouTube modified its recommendation algorithm to avoid promoting conspiracy theories and false information. And let's stop here because I want us to become aware of the magnitude this matter took on and how this little joke of the conspiracy theories videos completely went to Hell.

Think of it this way: YouTube, the second most trafficked website in the world after Google, with over 30 million visitors per day and over 1.3 billion users -almost a third of all people connected to the Internet in the world-, where 300 hours of videos are uploaded per minute and almost 500 trillion videos are viewed per day, had to change its own recommendation system because all of us were watching too many videos denouncing that Lali Espósito is an Illuminati:

Video excerpt: [with obvious robotic voice] "Also, at the second Number Ten, she covers one of her eyes again, obviously symbolizing the All-Seeing Eye."

And I'm very sorry to tell you that, in today's world, if YouTube has a problem, we all have a problem.

Conspiracy theories are the Internet's new porn. In fact, if you filter the words "conspiracy" and "theories" by the number of views, the most viewed video has 36 million views. THIRTY-SIX! MILLION! VIEWS! That's like putting together the total populations of Belgium, Greece, Cuba and Jamaica, and then lighting a giant reefer to everyone and making them watch this video of people saying the Earth is flat:

Another video excerpt: [Channel 13 interview with Flat-Earthers, recorded in a park in Buenos Aires] "I pour water into this dish... Look, I pour water, and it stays, you see? But we pour water into the globe... and it goes down, people."

Okay, now we're gonna go over some of the most popular conspiracy theories of recent times, and we're gonna try to deconstruct the psychological profile of the average consumer of the conspiranoid world.

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We'll start with everyone's favourite...

The Flat-Earthers.

Excerpt of the second video: "This first meeting began to be announced in the groups I followed on YouTube. (And the tattoo you have there, what is it?) This is the flat Earth, the Sun and the Moon."

The Flat-Earthers basically hold the theory that the Earth is not actually spherical, and they claim Galileo Galilei was an old smoke-seller blabbermouth who often played into the Far-Right's hands, cut his hair in an old-fashioned barbershop and used the 1610 telescope mainly to bed with chicks. And I have nothing personal against the Flat-Earthers but I find it difficult to take them seriously, mostly because much of their scientific hypothesis can be explained with this blooper.

Excerpt of another, different video: "There's an inflatable pool filled with water and with two people in it, a third person suddenly jumps into the water, and the pool deforms and overflows on the other side, as one of the two previously present people also falls over the edge."

(Images from the film "Armageddon".)

The truth is that the "flat Earth" theory has one fundamental premise, and it's the same one that supports 100% of conspiracy theories:

There's a power above us that manages everything.

Governments, lobbies and other de facto powers are capable of lying on a massive scale, just as intelligence services, the New World Order and FlyBondi hostesses do.

Excerpt of the second video: "(And you can't see the curvature of the Earth from the plane.) Uh... I travelled by plane to Bariloche, and no, I didn't see it. There's some aircraft glass with a small magnification or something that changes your perspective, due to the thickness of the window, and because aircraft glass also has something."

Alright, stop, let's not turn this into "Point at the crazy assholes and laugh" either, right? Well, yes, a little- But we go beyond that! We're better than that!

Why do so many people choose to believe we're puppets of an evil system? One might say that, in the absence of a sense of real control over our own lives and in the face of the desolation of living in a seemingly random, chaotic world, believing there's an external force exerting control is, to some extent, comforting. Yes, phone the Vatican.

And according to a certain old white upper-middle-class snob who teaches at Harvard University, conspiracy theorists share several or at least one of the following features: they're paranoid, radical, extremist in their opinions; they aspire to a feeling of superiority, and basically, they feel special for possessing information that exceeds the common citizen. Yeah, it's like the row for an indie film festival.

Umberto Eco even said:

"The control syndrome invades us. When someone claims to have a secret, their strength is not in hiding something but in making people think there's even a secret in the first place."

And I didn't understand a f*** because I've never read a book in my life, but it sounds ultra-mega-hyper cool. I dare you to deny it!

So who would be the most likely to believe in these kinds of theories? People who had bad experiences in life, people in search of an answer that would rescue them from a deep existential crisis, and the most important: people in search of a place of belonging.

Excerpt of the second video: "Well, no, this opened a door for me to start thinking more, to question things, about a supposed alien invasion."

Wait, stop right there. Excuse me, but if I'm an alien and I have the power to cross the universe in a spaceship, with my own army and the ability to colonize a celestial body, I don't even waste my time invading a paper-thin planet. Give me a round planet or give me death!

And that's when the contradiction comes into play. Because if you believe in one conspiracy theory, you immediately start to believe in all of them. It's like the weed. Even the refutation of a plot fits within the plot itself: for example, if you believe Lady Diana was killed by the British Crown, you're also prone to believe Lady Diana is actually still alive.

(Woah, Mind Blown... She was totally killed anyway, sorry.)

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Good, let's move on to the next one:

The Anti-Vaccination movement.

Okay, here we come to a key point, since clearly there are the "harmless" conspiracy theories and the... rather dangerous ones. We've all heard someone say vaccines may cause autism in kids. Now, I'm clearly a specialist in absolutely nothing, and I ain't gonna explain why you guys have to vaccinate your children, so I better recommend to you the websites of any Ministry of Health or Wikipedia, so that you later visit them and find out how very important it is to inject legal drugs to your sweet little angels. And it's not to detract from any position or to err on the side of bigotry, but if you're an anti-vax and your baby coughs next to me, I swear I'll kick their head off.

(Tack! That bag of germs...)

And after all, that's why we invented Democracy!

(Ha, of course not, but...)

In fact, I dunno who gives a f*** about this but maybe someone will find it useful: I follow a pretty simple method when it comes to ideologically locating myself regarding any issue. And this is:

Always do the opposite of whatever Gisela Barreto says.

Gisela Barreto: [speaks with a flag in the background] "Vaccines show up, and they show them to us as something that heals us. Actually, they're part of our death."

(Seriously, she came this close to being in the Avengers.)

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Okay, and now let's move on to one that touches us all closely (at least here, in my country):

Hitler in Argentina.

It's the conspiracy theory ensuring that, after losing World War II, the Nazi leader, the most disgusting dictator and genocide in Human History, came to live incognito in our country. And I ask myself: what the heck did we need to shelter Hitler for? The birth of Alejandro Biondini, who's pretty much our local version of Nazism, was imminent:

Interview with Biondini in 1991 by Mariano Grondona in his program "Key Time":

Grondona: "Would you condemn Adolf Hitler?"

Biondini: "No, we vindicate Adolf Hitler."

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Okay, question: is it possible to keep a secret on such a large scale for so many years? Well, the Math says no. Seriously! I've read that a physicist at the Oxford University (Where else?) took the "humans didn't go to the Moon" theory, and then this guy created a mathematical calculation based on the number of conspirators involved, the time elapsed since the conspiracy, and the inherent possibility that a plot would fail.

For example, in the case of Apollo 11, 411 thousand NASA employees were involved, and according to the variables this physicist analyzed, the lie should have been known in less than four years; half a century passed, and no employee denied the mission. What does this tell us? Well... they were threatened and killed off, of course! It's obvious! [imitating Mirtha Legrand] Stanley Kubrick was not in the coffin! Nobody saw him. Nobody saw him!

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Gimme more!

Famous people who are actually dead.

For example, Paul McCartney. On the cover of the album "Abbey Road", he's barefoot; a clear subliminal message that the real one died and was replaced with a stand-in. (Why?!) It sounds silly, but the rumour got so big that McCartney himself had to go out and publicly deny it... Although come to think of it, he also came out to congratulate the butchers who named their butcher shop "Paul Mac Carne" ["Paul McMeat"], so maybe he's truly a stand-in and, to top it off, looks like a raisin.

Excerpt of another video: "Well, thinking of different names, someone said "Paul Mac Carne". And well, he, being a vegetarian, says the idea was very good, started laughing and sent us a greeting."

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I love this one:

The Reptilians.

It's basically the theory that there's a race of amphibian aliens [Wait for a second: aren't they called "reptilians"?] living among us for centuries and hiding their reptilian features behind human faces.

(Oh, you were telling me they're not actually aliens because they were born here?)

Excerpt of the 1996 movie "Mars Attacks!".

And who discovered this? David Icke! Or "Ique". An unsuccessful former soccer player and sportscaster. (How can you be unsuccessful as a soccer sportscaster?! All you need is a suit!) It's like believing in a religion where your Pope is Diego Latorre.

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Now, I know what you're thinking: after all, how dangerous can all this get? I mean, no conspiracy theory has someone popular to represent it, no spokesperson of ridiculous and implausible plots has reached a truly important position in today's world.

Bah... There's actually only one.

The President of the United States of America.

That's right! Donald Trump, once the leader of the most powerful country in the world, had come to power mostly by throwing out fake news and conspiracy theories. And here are some:

Barack Obama is an immigrant.

Trump: "And I just say: why doesn't he show his birth certificate?"

Global warming is a myth.

Trump: "Obama is saying all of this has to do with global warming and I say all that is a hoax..."

Gisela Barreto was right.

Trump: "At two and a half years old, the baby, the beautiful baby, went to get the vaccine. Now he's autistic."

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Okay, then... Conspiracy theories. For what? Well, in the case of Trump: influence on public opinion and accumulation of power. In the case of people who upload videos to YouTube... What do you think? A profitable, monetizable business! In fact, there's the conspiracy theory that we're actually making this video about conspiracy theories in order to have lots of views and earn buttloads of cash. (We'd never do that!)

And finally, a much deeper, inherent aspect of the human condition:

The need to believe in something.

The world is divided into two types of people: some think everything happens for a reason, everything is a sign, and perhaps there's also a magical entity organizing things for us; the other half of the people think we live in a desolate world without meaning or messages, there are only atoms randomly colliding with each other, and the Universe gives no f***s about us. Which of these two groups seems happier to you? Which one do you belong to? Which one would you like to belong to? I choose to join the conspiranoids! And listen to this, I know exactly what's going on:

The New World Order organized the Lollapalooza at the request of the Illuminati, who wanted to marketingly manage Lali Espósito, who actually wears a mask and underneath is "La Mona" Giménez, who's not actually a monkey but a reptile and has drank all the wine to get immunized against the vaccines at the request of Gisela Barreto, who was born in Corrientes just like Barack Obama, who claimed to have killed Bin Laden, who's actually alive and was driving the car that crashed that night and carried Chano Charpentier, who taught driving to Lady Diana, who was actually Mexican and was assassinated by Donald Trump, who was matched on Tinder with Hitler, who lives in a nursing home in Recoleta and has glaucoma, so he's hitting the reefers with Biondini, who is actually a hippie and a fan of León Gieco, invented global warming and, when being in a bad mood, takes a bus and goes to dinner at "Paul Mac Carne", where they invented the extra-thin Provoleta cheese, which coincidentally has the same shape as the Earth, which is actually flat!

*sigh* Knowledge is power. Quiero creer.

Soundtrack: State Anthem of the Soviet Union.

[agrinsosardonic]

Wicked Little Thing

A/U: CloudxReno 

Also on: A03 and Fanfiction.net

Reno wasn’t like the other boys. 

He solidified that when he showed up at Cloud’s window in the early morning hours on the first day of his 18th summer. He had something to show him. Of the utmost importance. Cloud, with half opened blue eyes stared at the boy smirking in the window. The heat of the sun already suffocating despite just breaking through the dark clouds of night. Cloud’s skin felt like rubber. Sticky wet. Like something was crawling through the little blonde hairs on his arms. 

But still, he dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, and snuck out of the sleeping house to join the other boy. Reno didn’t say much, but it’s rare for him to use any words. Follow me. Died in the humid air right as it grazed Cloud’s ears. And Reno already walking towards the forest. Cloud thought about arguing. Or bitchin’, as Reno called it. But arguing with Reno was as useful as fist fighting a brick wall. The brick wall always wins. Cloud laments this fact, silently of course, as he steps through mud and sticks towards an undisclosed location. 

The trees like statues as they provide minimal relief from the ball of flame in the sky. 

The air smelled stale and wet.

Like the mold that grows in the boys home, where Reno lives. 

The stench that sticks to their clothes; a tell-tale sign of the abandoned.

But Cloud noted, the one time Reno allowed him close enough he could take in his smell, the other boy reminded him of flames. 

They come upon a clearing. And Cloud gagged when death crept into the air. 

Rotting eggs and sulfur.  Cloud pulled his shirt over his nose to filter the smell, though even his mother’s soap proved to be a pathetic barrier. Nothing really prepared Cloud for the stench of a floating dead body baking in the hot sun. At the edge of the swamp, half of the blue flesh bobbed in the water. It’s clothes tattered and torn; button down and no pants. Bloated beyond recognition. Veins like a road map twisting along milky skin. 

Cloud darts blue eyes towards Reno. The other boy stared at the body; his face like stone never acknowledging the pungent stench. 

“Gotta get used to dead bodies if ya gonna be in SOLDIER,” he said in a thick accent that Cloud could never place, but was one more thing that separated him from the other boys. Reno’s lips tugged into a smirk. 

Cloud tried breathing through his mouth; but it tasted like spoiled meat. And he knew if he threw up, Reno would never let him live it down. He swallowed the bile that burned in his throat. And didn’t say another word. 

The sounds of summer embraced the scene. The animals that lurk in the swamp send ripples of waves crashing to the surface as they feed. Birds squawk overhead. Breaking twigs in the distance. Mosquitoes and flies buzzed too close. The hum pierced Cloud’s ear drum as he tried to swat them away. 

The heat had them both sweating through white shirts. Reno pulled his over his head, revealing the lean muscles and faded bruises. Like dying fireworks in a peach skyline. And Cloud couldn’t help but gaze along his body. Taking inventory every line and freckle until tattooed to his brain. Reno cast his two pearls of lake colored eyes upon the other boy, curious like a fox.

“Comeon,” he drawled, “we’re pullin’ it out.”

“Uuh,” Cloud stuttered, dropping his shirt from his mouth, “What?”

Reno walked closer to the body- Cloud impressed that the other boy could handle the smell- and grabbed a swollen ankle. “I wanna burn it.”

“W-what?” Cloud repeated.

“Fuckin’ what,” Reno snaps, “I ain’t speakin’ a different language.”

Reno hated speaking at all. This was the most string of words he’s spoken in a while. Cloud liked the sound of his voice. Rough like coal. Bitter like whiskey he pretended he didn’t drink when the sun went down. Not like the other boys with their clean grammar and smooth inflections uttered through pearly white teeth. Not like Clouds, who flumbles through words like he’s running through boulders. Getting caught up. Tongue too big for his mouth. Swollen. 

Cloud huffed. And followed the order. The smell only grew impossible to handle. The smaller of the two boys coughing and hacking as he tried fruitlessly to shield his nose with his shirt again. Reno watched him the whole time with hooded eyes that darkened under the mess of red hair. Cloud tried to focus on the task. And not how Reno scanned his body. Resting on the bit of skin exposed from pulling up his shirt. 

Cloud hesitated. The flesh that held together the foot to ankle looked diseased. Black. Putrid. He didn’t want to touch it, not at all. The amount of bacteria eating away at the stinking flesh was enough to make Cloud sick. But he could still feel Reno’s burning gaze. And he doesn’t want to look like a coward in front of him. He wrapped his fingers around the skin- and it feels like wet, slimy, clay. He pulled and the flesh peeled away from worn bone. Slipped from his hands like thick water. 

He yelled and jumped back, tripping over a rock. 

Reno’s laugh sounded like razor blades. He’s pacing around the clearing, holding his stomach. And if Cloud had an ounce of courage, he might swing at him. 

“Fuck you!” He shouted instead. 

“Poor lil bird.” Reno regained his composure. His toothy smile revealed two sharp canines.

Cloud scrambled back to his feet. “You’re sick, man.”

The red-head shrugs, wiping his hands on dirty blue jeans. He pulls out his crumbled pack of smokes and places a cigarette between his thin lips. 

“Can I bum one?” Cloud asked. 

Reno ignited the match, the flame orange and yellow casts haunting shadows across his face. “No.”

“Why?” 

He took a drag, “Waste.”

Cloud knew what he meant. “I heard everyone smokes in SOLDIER. I got to learn right?”

“Who told ya that? Zack?” Reno scrunched his face like the name tasted like poison on his tongue. Cloud nodded and Reno just shook his head. “Zack has half a brain and it ain’t in his head.”

Cloud doesn’t respond. Eyes wilted to the dirt ground; a large centipede crawled over his shoe and he kicked it into the lake where it can be a gators snack. 

“You can’t burn the body, by the way,” he said. “It’s too wet. It won’t catch.”

Reno grimaced in response. Cloud admired the scowl on the other boy’s face. How it compliments the rest of his rough edges. He watched him take slow drags of his cigarette. How the black smoke slowly escaped his lips, obstructing his features except for those two eyes that glow against smoke. Like the stars in the midnight sky. 

Reno was a house fire. 

And maybe Cloud felt that way because the first time he saw him Mrs. Fost house was engulfed. Glowing orange embers fell from the sky like rain. Hissed and singed when they landed on the cobble stoned street. Everyone watched. Some helped. The good  ol’ boys, like Zack, rallied each other and grabbed water from the well to put out the fire. 

Cloud stood hypnotized by the dancing reds that ate at the flimsy wood, which scorched the air. And he thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen up to that point. He wanted to feel as powerful as a fire. Eat away at the things weaker than him. But Cloud wasn’t a house fire. Cloud was the wood structure collapsing like a dying star. 

He heard the striking of a match. Turned towards the sound. 

Saw a boy, with hair the color of blood, bringing fire to the cigarette between his lips. 

He looked like danger. Cut from metal. Sharp like the switchblade in his pocket. 

And then, like now under the muted morning light, in a swamp that reeks of death, Cloud can’t stop staring at the boy. Who appeared a year ago like a phantom under the flames of destruction. Cloud gravitated to him like he was the sun. And found only darkness. A red dwarf. Two minutes from midnight and ready for armageddon. And that’s all he knew.

Reno’s past a mystery but everyone tried predicting his future.

Boys like that end up in the gutter.

The mothers whispered. 

Filthy monsters. Wicked little things. All end up dead before eighteen.

Zack and the rest of the boys warned him much the same.

You hang out with trash you start to smell.

But Reno smelled like burning wood, nicotine, and pomegranates. 

Reno was fire and Cloud wanted to burn.

Thunder cracked. Cloud looked into the darkening sky. “It’s going to rain.”

“So?” Reno grabbed a long stick and stomped back towards the body. “Afraid of gettin’ wet?” He winks, “Little birds can’t fly in rain?” 

He plunged the stick into the bloated stomach of cadaver. Black ooze pushed out. Cloud swore he heard a wheeze before another boom of thunder. He flinched as Reno dug the wood deeper until it stood on its own. 

“Wh-why did you do that?”

Reno snapped his eyes at Cloud. And shrugged, again. Cloud pursed his lips looking for words. But found vacant expressions. Reno didn’t need to explain himself; he’s red hot anger. And everything he does is a result of that. 

“You gotta learn to stab shit if you wanna be a SOLDIER.” Reno said and revealed a switchblade from his back pocket. “Comeon.”

Cloud hesitated. “W..Why?”

“I just said why, fuck.” 

The sky opened and cold rain cooled the hot earth. The drops slammed against the bloated body; singing through the dense forest and murky swamp. Tap tap tap. Rapid like bullets. 

“I won’t be stabbing something that’s already dead, right?” Cloud shifted. 

Reno removed the dead cigarette from his mouth, flicking it into the swamp and approached Cloud. His feet sunk into the mud with every step; but as if blessed, he doesn’t stumble. And the blonde can’t seem to move, even though Reno’s giving him this look; like an alligator lurking below the surface of the swamp, ready to bite his head off. He stopped too close. Cloud could see the gentle rise and fall of his chest. The bones of his rib cage that peek through the skin. The small cuts. The large black and blues. From one too many fights with those good boys. 

To Cloud’s surprise, they’re the same height. Blue green meets slate blue eyes. Reno always gave off the impression of being impossibly larger than life. Cloud crushed under his gaze. But in the pouring rain, in the morning light, with the smell of rotting flesh and still water, they were equals. 

Reno grabbed Cloud’s wrist, with a sudden movement that it stole the blonde’s heartbeat, and placed the hilt of the blade in his wet palm. 

“Stab me.”

“What!?” Cloud didn’t stutter this time. He blurted the words from his mouth with a frantic tone. He tried to move back but Reno held him firm. Rooted to the ground. “No w-way!”

“Gotta learn.” Reno grinned something vile. He closed Cloud’s fingers around the worn wood, and pressed the sharpened knife against his own side. Guiding the other boy. His skin tickling the blade like a dar. “Right here.”

“Y-y-you’re fucki-in nuts, Re.”

“You think this my first time bein’ stabbed?”

“No, bu-t-” Cloud could only shake his head, “I ain’t stabbing you. No w-way.”

Reno frowned, bringing Cloud and his wrist and the blade to his neck. “How ‘bout here?”

“That’s w-worse!” Cloud panted. “You’ll die.”

“You can’t kill me, lil bird.” And Reno laughed. A devastated laugh that sounded more like the lightning that flashed overhead. Blinding Cloud for a moment. But only a moment. And he saw electricity in the redhead eyes. And felt his skin rise towards the cement sky. And he didn’t know if the shock was from the angry god above or the boy before him, yanking him closer. Stumbling over feet. His collision with Reno- skin to skin- proceeded the thunder. 

“Hm,” Reno purrs, and Cloud felt his breath against his lips. “Ya never gonna make SOLDIER.”

Cloud growled, “F-Fuck you, Reno.”

Reno squeezed Cloud’s wrist. Tight. Until he was forced to drop the knife. “Ya finally gettin mad, huh?” 

But Cloud stared into Reno’s eyes- too busy to get mad. Trying to focus on anything else besides Reno. Not his lips and how they were slightly opened and just slightly inviting. And that he smells of smoldering flame that eats at an entire forest. And his hand feels rough around his wrist. And Cloud’s aware of the lack of blood traveling to his fingers that they are going numb. 

Reno relaxed his grip. Moving his hand up Cloud’s, over the scars that littered his calloused fingers. Burns. “I like it when ya mad,” he whispered, “ya more interestin’.”

And he’s giving Cloud the same look he flashed him at Mrs. Fost’s house fire. When the smoke around his face cleared. And Cloud saw the dramatic curves of his face. His slanted auburn eyebrows that clashed against the red hues of his hair. Mesmerized by the way his eyes glowed- literally glowed- brighter than the fire that consumed the wood house over the old women’s feverish cries. And Cloud was, himself, engulfed by Reno’s gaze that he didn’t acknowledge how the strange boy traveled from Cloud’s face, down his chest, to his bandaged right hand that blistered underneath the cloth. 

Not until the red-head curled his lips into a wicked little smirk. 

Under the rain, the hot rain that stuck to his body like grime, Reno had the same look, Curiosity mixed with bloodlust. 

Or…

Just regular lust. 

And Cloud couldn’t stand another minute not knowing if Reno tasted like he smelled-

Pressed his lips against the red-heads, snaking his fingers into his wet hair to pull him closer. Impossibly close.

He expected a fist in his face, rocking him from this earth. Instead, Reno returns the kiss twice as forceful and with more practice. Wrapping his lean arms around Cloud’s small frame. Gliding his nails through the white fabric. 

Cloud opened his mouth so their tongues can meet,

And he tasted like tar. And electricity. And sulfur. 

They managed to get off the shirt that clung to Cloud’s body like suction cups. And they were back to skin and mess of limbs and lips. 

And teeth that bit on Cloud’s lip; and he moaned from his throat a sound that rushed through Reno’s body like a shockwave. Then fall to the floor. Cushioned by the mud. 

They tarnished their bodies in dirt and filth. Rough hands digging into flesh. And Cloud couldn’t keep track of how many times Reno’s name left his bruised lips through harsh breathes. 

And he didn’t stutter. 

He memorized that name. Branded it in his brain. 

The only word he knew. 

The red-head sat up, straddling Cloud’s hips under him. Pressing his hand firm on his chest to keep him on the ground. And blue-green eyes stare at Reno. Flushed with pleading desire. But he’s preoccupied with the scars on Cloud’s chest. 

And if Reno was faded fireworks during the sun set.

Cloud was the scorched woods during sun rise.  

Old burns splashed over his pale skin. Some still pink and angry. Other’s that blended into his flesh.  

And Reno smiled.

His first real smile. 

And Cloud thought he looked like the devil. 

He dropped down, their torsos meeting. Lips just barely touching. “I knew it,” he whispers. 

And he figured it out the night they first met. That Cloud was a match that needed a spark. 

Their lips met again. Clothes torn off.

The rain and mud made their bodies slick. And Cloud dug his nails into Reno’s back while he hissed into the blonde's neck. Nipping and biting skin, adding crimson to muted colors. 

It was the tangled limbs- how Cloud didn’t know where he ended and Reno began- that had raw breathless gasps clawing at his throat. 

And they were gripped in euphoria that they forgot about the body decaying next to them. 

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The rain stopped. The heat rose from the soil and the earth felt like an oven. Reno stood over the body; his jeans stained with mud and shirt over his shoulder. Cloud walked next to him, still trying to adjust his shorts, with his own shirt balled in his pocket- his mom will have a word with him when he gets home, for sure. But that would have to wait. Right now, he relished the tingles that touched every part of his body, while he watched the red-head. New scars painted his canvas. Long streaks of red that matched the ones on Cloud’s body. And the blonde felt the throb of the bite on his shoulder; and it burned like the fire that decorated his flesh. 

He didn’t even care that Reno had marked him-

Like the house fire, Reno was the most beautiful thing he had even seen in eighteen years on this dying planet. And Cloud wanted every bite, and burn, the red head could offer him. 

Reno grabbed his pack. Placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it with his last match. 

He turned to Cloud, removed the stick and gently placed it between Cloud’s partial opened lips. The other boy blinked several times in confusion, as Reno replaced it with another one, and leaned into Cloud’s ember to light it. 

The sound of searing fire touched his ears.

His whole body twitched. 

Cloud smiled, couldn’t help it, and took a sharp inhale. Blowing the smoke right at Reno, who smirked. 

“Thought you said it would be a waste?” Cloud sing-songed.

“Heh, ya ain’t gettin’ into SOLDIER anymore. Don’t matter.”

“W-why do you say that?” Cloud cocked his head, and in mid-morning light, he looked like an innocent boy filled with naivety. 

But Reno knew better. “They don’t care for wicked little things like us.”

They shared a look under the heat of the sun that burned their skin. A look they shared against the warming flames. Where Cloud saw him for the first time and knew he needed to understand as much as he could about the mysterious boy who appeared from thin air. Who was filthy. Abandoned. A discarded trash.

But stunning. Like a god. 

He was right.

Reno wasn’t like the other boys.

And neither was Cloud. 

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #255

“who gives a fuck if they hate you; you’re the god that they pray to.”

How many pillows do you sleep with? Two. Could you go a day not talking to the last person you kissed? It would suck. What was the last song you listened to that made you cry? I didn't like, sob, but "Another Life" by Motionless In White does it. Your ex REALLY needs you at 3am and you have a way to their house would you go? Well, I can't with Sara considering she lives two hours away, and that's by plane. If she lived here, duh. For Girt or Jason, yes. Without saying any names what is one thing that you would like to say to someone(s)? I'm sorry. Would your parents get mad if you got drunk while they were present? No. Would you date someone who lived in another state? Eh, maybe. I don't know if I want to do long-distance again. I mean I probably would, but idk. Are you friends with your ex? Sara and Girt, yes. Who is the person you last texted? Sara. When’s the last time you told people you were fine, but really weren’t? I dunno, I honestly don't lie about that often. When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face? Months back when I found out the shit my therapist said about me and disability. Not only did I want to knock her jaw off, but I sobbed for like, a long-ass time. Who did you spend your summer with last year? Just Mom, really. ... Or wait, maybe that was the summer Sara was here??? My memory is such shit, idk if that was last year or the one before. What’s bothering you right now? Stress about dropping out. Have you lost friends in the past year? I don't think so, at least. Have you and the last person you kissed ever talked about going out? We did date. If the person you’re dating said they were falling in love with you, what would you do? I'm not dating anyone. Who was the last person you were in love with for more than a year? Sara. Do you have a secret life? RP stays a pretty big secret. Have you ever seen the last person you kissed without a shirt? Yes. Do your parents know EVERYTHING about you? No. What are you watching? Nothing rn, surprisingly. I'm listening to music. Are you friends with your best friend’s boyfriend or girlfriend? She's single. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive? Yeah. There’s a serial killer in your house, what do you do? Jump out the window. If the last person you kissed went back to their first love, what would you do? I think I am hers. Do you own any bug spray? No, not currently. We need some damn wasp killer. Every spring/summer, they build a nest literally right above our back door. Are you a good gift giver? Honestly think I'm really good at it. I always try to put a load of thought into it. What's the longest trip you’ve ever been on? The drives to either NY or Florida. I can't remember which is further. Are you a daughter or son-in-law? No. Do you know anyone in the military? Multiple people. Do you like your significant other's siblings? N/A Have you ever received a singing birthday card? Yeah. Those always suck when you open them and boom, loud singing to an obnoxious song. Do you own anything made by APPLE? My iPod. Have you ever tried Hamburger helper? Yeah, that was a semi-frequent dinner as a kid. I never liked it that much, though. What was your first car's color? N/A Do you have a best friend? Ye. Do you remember who your Kindergarten teacher was? I do. Do you have a favorite president? A least favorite? No, considering I don't know enough about any and their policies. Can you french braid? No. Were you ever a girl scout or a boy scout? I was as a tiny kid. I met my first best friend that way. What's your least favorite color? I'm just gonna use the very basic colors: yellow or green. Do you know anyone in jail? Not currently. Do you have kids? Ew. What's the strangest name you’ve ever heard? Apples. Yes. I'm serious. How old were you when you learned to walk? Idk. Do you own anything made of lace? Yeah. What's your favorite football team? Idc. What kind of bubble gum do you chew? Just about any. Fruity is my favorite. Do you wear a one-piece bathing suit or two-piece, a speedo or trunks? NOBODY needs to see me in a two-piece. Did you go to your senior prom? Yes. Do you support a charity? Well of course. I used to give coins to those super-old charity things for sick kids back in the day, but I can't remember the exact charity it was. I also donated hair to Children With Hair Loss a couple years back. I haven't donated to any other that I know of bc no personal income and I don't ask my parents for money really, but boy have I wanted to. I always use that Facebook feature where you pick a charity to share and ask for donations for your birthday, though; I've done the Trevor Project and one for pancreatic cancer in honor of my grandmother. I don't remember the others. Do you pop your knuckles? EW no please don't in my presence @ Sara. Do you scrapbook? No. I just don't have the creative drive and dedication to. If you could change your eye color would you and to what color? A much brighter blue. Have you ever had braces? For a long-ass time because we couldn't afford to take them off. One tooth is pushed too far back because of it. Imagine your dream home, does it have a fence around it? No. I want to live in the woods where *that's* my yard. When were you the saddest in your whole life? 2016 OH WOWIE WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have you ever seen a ghost? I definitely believe I have. Are you a virgin? No. How many books do you read a month? I like, just started reading again, so I can't say. Can you type fast? Very. In school were you bullied? I'm extremely thankful I wasn't. Have you ever swam in the ocean? Yes, I love it. Do you own a boat? Not me myself, no. Dad does. What about a camper? No. Do you read the newspaper? No. Are you on any teams? Team Mystic in Pokemon Go *waggles fist @ criticism* If you died today where do you think you’d go? Idk. Who really knows what happens when you die. I hope it's some serene existence, but, *shrugs*. Do you know anyone who is pregnant? Ummmm I don't think so. Who is the first contact in your cell phone? Best friend! :') What color are you bed sheets? The one I'm using now is light blue. Do you use online dating? I cannot FUCKING believe I was briefly on Christian Mingle I would actually rather die- How often are you sick? Extremely rarely. Did/Do you miss a lot of school? Eh. I had my mental health days and had to leave early a lot. Do you like scented candles? Yeah man. When was the last time you were told you were pretty/beautiful/gorgeous? When I recently changed my FB picture after forever. Do you hate the last guy, other than family, you had a conversation with? No. What’s the last thing that made you laugh? Roman being silly. If someone were to ask you out right now would you say yes? I don't know. Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone? Yeah. Name four things you want right now: My fucking tattoo updated laksjdlflw, a healthy goddamn weight, my laptop, and a tarantula omg. Do you prefer to hold or be held? I mean, it depends on who we're talking about. I guess generally held? Are you currently wanting any piercings? You have no idea. Are you afraid of falling in love? Very. What was the last thing that made you feel like your life was complete? lol I've never felt that. You ever slept on the floor with someone you liked? Yeah. Do you still speak to any of your classmates from elementary school? Off the very top of my head, no. Does it take a lot to make you cry? NOPE. What is the wallpaper on your computer screen? Why did you choose it? One of my favorite pictures of Teddy, because I adore and miss him. Is there a pattern on the pants you’re currently wearing? Which one? Plaid. Do you like going to baby showers? Do you go only for the cake? I mean, not especially. They're crowded and it's a bad association anyway since it was the last time I hung out with Jason. The cake is indeed the best part, lmao. Mexican food, Chinese food, Italian food, French food or American food? American. What is the color scheme of your absolute favorite fast-food restaurant? Red, yellow, and blue. Do people ever ask you to do things they’re too short to accomplish? Very rarely. I'm not all that tall. Is there carpet or hardwood floor in your bedroom? Carpet. Do you believe in superstitious things such as breaking a mirror? No. Do you get sick of people who call themselves bipolar all the time? As someone who is bipolar, very much so, yes. Ever have an ultra-sound performed on you? What was it for? Yes, for my liver. I was fine. Do you like those "end of the world," "Armageddon" movies? Not especially. Ever been choked severely on something during lunch at your school? No. Do you remember who you sat next to in Kindergarten? Who was it? No. Has anyone ever compared you to an animal? Which one(s)? No. Do you eat more vegetables or fruits? What’s your favorite fruit/veggie? Fruits, by far. Strawberries and broccoli. Something on the human body that grosses you out the most: This is not intentional or meant to be discriminatory of those with 'em, but penises literally repulse me visually. Do you like meeting new people? What’s your most common greeting? Yeah, even though I'm scared. I think I say "hi" or "hey" most. What is something that bothers you about most surveys in general? Extremely heteronormative. Would you survive if zombies were to take over the world? Why or why not? HA no. I'm an anxious mess that is not fast or nimble in any way. What is your favorite color of apple? Red, green or yellow? I like the reddish/yellowish ones. Do you live anywhere near a mall? Maybe like, 15-20 mins away. If you were dying who would you say goodbye to first out of everyone? My mom. Are you someone who actually likes to babysit children? NO. What’s your favorite lunch meat, if you even like any in the first place? Honey ham. Would you rather write with a pen or a pencil? Why is this? Pencil, by far. You can erase. Scibbling stuff out looks messy. Have you ever wanted to be in a band? What position exactly? I am NOT kidding: one of the motivating factors of me going back to public school after 8th grade was the idea of making new friends and maybe making a band to be the guitarist lmfao. Who is your role model or hero in life if you have one? I have multiple for different reasons, but #1's gotta be Mark, man. Were you a really mean kid or a sweet and quiet kid? I was a really friendly kiddo. Do you keep secrets from your parents that you don’t keep from your friends? I don't think so. What is your father’s best friend’s name? Do you know them personally? Idk who that would be. Ever submit a video to America’s Funniest Home Videos? I don't believe we have. The most painful medical procedure you’ve ever had? Jesus fuck, I wouldn't wish having an infected cyst drained without NEARLY enough numbing medication on the goddamn devil. Are you someone who likes to eat Poptarts? What’s your favorite flavor? Yeah. I like the chocolate sundae one most. Ever have a dream you’re being abducted by aliens? Was it scary? No. What is your favorite flavor of Doritos? What do you drink with them? MMMMMMMMMMM cool ranch. Usually soda with chips. What is your favorite nickname you like to be called? Why do you like it? Ozzy. *shrugs* I like my online nickname and the "y" added sounds kinda affectionate ig. Do you already have your outfit for tomorrow planned out? I don’t plan my outfits. Has your favorite song ever been featured on a commercial? No. What would you say was the best year of your life? Why? 2017. SO MUCH DEVELOPMENT AND HEALING!!!!!!! Have you ever been pulled over by the cops for speeding? No. Is anyone in your family a firefighter? Who is it anyway? No.

[the--blackdahlia]

Armageddon Chapter 3 (Dean x Reader)

Title: Armageddon Chapter 3

Summary:  Space. The Final Frontier. But for Dean Winchester, space was the last place he thought he would ever go. His family life isn’t perfect, his job isn’t ideal, but he has (Y/n), the woman he loves. Sam Winchester never thought his life would turn out the way it did. He is divorced, alone, and his brother most likely hates him. Working for NASA was not going to be easy. But, when a threat to the earth has him calling on his family for help, what can he do? can Sam and Dean push past his family issues to keep the Earth spinning another day? Based on the movie of the same name.

Pairings: Dean x Reader; Sam x Jessica

Warnings For this Chapter: Smut, language

AN: This was written by @flamencodiva and myself, so make sure to show her some love! And if you want to see things before I post it on here, check out my Patreon!

 Song for this Chapter: Stuck in the Middle With You by Stealers Wheel

Houston, Texas

John looked out the window as he passed by a familiar sign and they pulled up to a familiar building. The cars were parked and he was lead into a room that almost seemed like an interrogation room. A few minutes later, the door opened and a familiar face came through the door.

“Hey dad.” Sam said, smiling. “Sorry about hijacking you. Wasn’t sure if I could get you here any other way.” He rubbed at his neck.

“It’s good to see you son,” John whispered as he pulled Sam in for a hug. After everything that happened with Dean, he wasn’t sure what was happening, but he was happy that one son was talking to him.

“So, I’m sure you’re wondering why I had you brought here.” Sam motioned for John to sit down. “What I’m about to tell you is classified. Do you understand?”

“Of course son,” John nodded seriously, “I remember the protocol.” Sam took a file and laid it in front of John.

“This asteroid is heading towards the planet.” Sam explained, watching as John opened the file and looked through it. “If it hits, it will wipe out life as we know it.” Sam watched as John froze and looked up at him.

“What does that have to do with me?” John folded his hand as he looked at Sam.

“Our plan is to send a team up there, drill into the asteroid deep enough to put a bomb in. The bomb will be remotely detonated and should make the asteroid halves go around us, passing close enough we can see them but they won’t touch.” Sam said. “And I need your help getting the drillers.”

“Ok, I can round up everyone except your brother,” John sighed as he ran his hand across his face.

“Dad, I need Dean to lead the team. He’s gotta be here.” Sam said. John sighed.

“You want him, you can get him.” John refused to look Sam in the eye.

“Okay, fine.” Sam said. “I know the other guys scatter. I can give you reinforcements to go get them. Just bring them all back here and we’ll go from there.”

“Just… Don’t ask your brother too many questions, ok?” John breathed as he stood up.

“I...do I want to know what’s going on?” Sam asked. “Did you to get into a fight again?”

“Sam, I said don’t ask.” John rubbed his eyes, the events still stinging. “So who do you need me to get?”

“Ketch, Benny, Ash, and Garth at least.” Sam told him. “I’ve got my guys working on things. We need at least four, but it might be beneficial if you can get more of them.”

“OK, I’ll see what I can do. But I wouldn’t hold my breath with Dean.” John gave Sam a sad smile as he walked to the door.  

“Thanks dad. I appreciate it.” He smiled. “And your government appreciates it.” That wasn’t the first time John had heard that. But before, they didn’t really mean it. But coming from Sam, he chose to believe it was true.

****************

Dean’s Apartment

Austin, TX

(Y/n) had opted to put on Led Zeppelin's ‘Houses of the Holy’ as she helped Dean pack his things. Although most of it was at her place. She took a sip of beer as she swayed her hips folding his shirts and putting them in a box. She knew he was upset, and there was nothing she could say to make him stay. But where he went, she was going to go. She finished her beer and walked towards the kitchen to grab another, jumping slightly when she felt arms wrap around her waist. She sighed happily as Dean’s lips found her neck.

“Dean,” She sang softly. “We have a lot to pack.”

“So?” He rubbed up against her. “You just look so good with that beer bottle.” He muttered against her neck, placing lazy kisses. “And I really, really miss you.”

(Y/n) giggled as she turned in his arms, “Really?”

“Yes really.” He kissed her nice and deep, holding her close against his body.

“Prove it,” She muttered against his lips giving him a devilish smirk. He picked her up and kissed her more as he carried her towards the bedroom. He pushed the bag off the bed and laid her down on it, his lips going right back to hers.

Their clothes were discarded quickly. Their lips leaving kisses along each others skin. Dean gently caressed her folds as he gave her one slow sensual kiss. She arched her back at the sensation moaning against his lips. He pumped his fingers into her slowly, teasingly as he massaged her g-spot. He continued this motion until he felt her wanting more. He picked up the pace until he felt her cum on his fingers sighing happily at the sensation of her walls clenching on his fingers. Lining himself up he gazed into her eyes.

“Love you,” he whispered as he pushed inside her.

(Y/n) gasped her nails raked across his back as he inched in side her, her breathing becoming rapid at the sensation of him inside her. She gazed deep into his green orbs as his hips became flushed with hers.

“I love you too,” She whispered holding on to him for dear life, “God, Dean, move… please,” she mewed.

Dean gave a low chuckle as he began thrusting into her. Their hips moving in unison as their bodies melted into one another. With his weight on his hands Dean kissed (Y/n) drinking in her moans and gasps as the faint sounds of Zeppelin still filled the apartment. (Y/n) wrapped her leg around his waist giving him a better angle as he began to pick up the pace. His thrusts moving faster and faster, (Y/n)’s moans were music to his ears. He twitched inside her as her walls clenched around him. Shifting his weight he reached down and began to press circles onto (Y/n)’s clit making her release around him. The sensation sending Dean over the edge as he spilled into her. Their moans melding into one. Neither one of them had heard the door opening or Dean’s name being called.

“OH GOD! No wonder you didn’t answer your phone.” Sam’s voice making the couple scramble for the covers.

“Damn it, Sam!” Dean growled as (Y/n) hid behind the covers and Dean.

“Hi, (Y/n),” Sam gave a soft wave as he covered his eyes with one of his hands. “Dean, can you get dressed and meet me in your living room?”

Sam walked out closing the door. (Y/n) could see Dean's shoulder’s tense. She wrapped her arms around him, nestling her head between his shoulder blades. Closing her eyes she could feel him relax as she peppered kisses along his back.

“You shouldn’t keep him waiting,” she muttered against his skin.

“Why? He’s dad’s golden boy. I think a few minutes of uncomfortable waiting won’t hurt.” Dean laughed a little. (Y/n) shook her head and pressed a kiss to the tattoo on his chest.

“He’s still your brother, and you know he loves you Dean,” (Y/n) whispered against his skin.  

“I know, and I love him. Still doesn’t ease the sting though.” Dean sighed and got out of bed, not really wanting to leave (Y/n).

(Y/n) watched as Dean got dressed in a pair of sweats and his grey henley.  Following suit as he opened the bedroom door, (Y/n) grabbed one of his band tees and her own sweats. She followed him as he sat in his favorite chair. She took a seat on the arm of it as he wrapped his arm around her waist.  

“Sorry to just barge in guys,” Sam started. “But I tried calling and this is really important. I swear I didn’t make the two and a half hour drive just to watching you two doing the deed.” His cheeks were a little red.

“Aww, he’s embarrassed.” (Y/n) teased.

“It’s a natural thing Sammy.” Dean laughed. Sam glared at him.

“It’s Sam.” Sam said, shaking his head. “Anyway,” He took a deep breath and laid the folder on the coffee table. “Dean, I really need your help.” Dean picked up the folder.

“Science project?” He asked, looking at the charts and numbers. “I thought you had a doctorate boy genius.”

“There’s an asteroid on the way here.” Sam told him. “It’s the size of Texas. And if it hits…” Sam fidgeted in his seat. He could never sit still. His whole life, he had tapped or bounced his leg. “We might as well kiss our asses goodbye.”

“And what do you need from me?” Dean asked.

“We want to send two teams into space. Drillers and astronauts. We’re going to drill a hole into the asteroid, throw a bomb in there, and blow it up.” Sam explained. “The pieces should separate in enough time to clear the planet. As long as we get it broke in enough time.”

“Yeah that sounds great,” Dean pretended to yawn, “But (Y/n) and I have to pack and head to Louisiana.” Dean gave her a squeeze before getting up and grabbing a beer from the fridge.

“Dean, there’s no one I trust more than you to run the driller team.” Sam told him. “Dad’s getting the others and if you don’t do it, I have to give it to Ketch or Benny. And you know they’re not half as good at it as you are.” Sam looked to (Y/n) for help. (Y/n) knew Sam was desperate, she could see the fear and exhaustion in his eyes.

“Yeah, That sounds good and all but I have a new job with McLeod, on Monday,” Dean sighed as he took a sip of his beer.

“Dean, if you don’t help, it won’t matter if you go to McLeod or Roman or even Kripke Enterprises. Because there won’t be an earth anymore.” Sam told him.

Dean’s lips formed a thin line as he leaned on the counter. He took a deep breath before looking up at (Y/n) who was looking at the two brothers. He could tell she was worried. She always would twist the hem of any shirt she was wearing while biting her lip. Dean ran his hand across his face, It reminded (Y/n) of John at times. Dean looked at Sam then at (Y/n) and sighed.  

“Why me, huh?” Dean crossed his arms. “The other guys are just as capable according to Dad.” Dean spat as he shook his head.

“Because I’m not dad, and I think you are a hell of a lot better than any of them.” Sam told him. “Please Dean.”

Dean groaned and sighed, “Ok, but if Dad starts any of his bullshit I’m pulling out, got it?”

“Got it. I’ll keep dad under control.” Sam said. (Y/n) could see the relief flashover Sam’s eyes, but he still looked so tired.

“When was the last time you slept?” She asked. Sam looked at his watch.

“About forty hours ago.” He yawned. “Gotta get back to Houston though.”

“Sam you need rest,” (Y/n) stopped him from leaving, “call them tell them you’ll be back tomorrow, or at least take a nap in the guest room?”

“I’ll sleep when I get back there.” He said. “I got some pep pills we give pilots. I’ll be good.”

“Sam, that sounds dangerous,” (Y/n) gave Dean a look asking for help. Sam started to head towards the door.

Dean rushed forward and placed a hand on his brothers shoulder, “Go take a nap. They could spare a few hours without you, and if they ask I’ll just say I gave you a hard time.”

“I guess I could use a nap.” Sam yawned. “You sure you don’t mind?”

“I would rather you sleep here than end up wrapped around a pole,” Dean sighed as he led Sam to the guest bedroom.

(Y/n) watched as Dean helped Sam get onto the bed and came back. She walked up to him and kissed him on his lips.

“You ok?” She caressed his cheek with her thumb, gazing into his green eyes.

“I’m not sure.” He told her. “I... this is a little surreal.”

“But you get to work with your brother,” (Y/n) pressed her forehead against his. “He loves you and you love him, Dean. This is big.”

“That kid though. He pisses me off sometimes. I’m not sure how well this is going to work out.” He laughed a little. “We should make some demands or something.”

“Dean,” (Y/n) warned, “be nice, please?”

“I’m always nice.” He flashed a smile at her. “But I’ll try, just for you.”

“Thank you,” She kissed him chastely before letting him deepen the kiss.

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Dallas, TX

John drove into Dallas, by now the sun had set and the night life had begun taking over. John had made the effort to contact Benny first who was in San Antonio at the time. Suffice to say, Dean had called Benny who wasn’t too happy with John. Through Benny, John heard about Dean getting a job with McLeod Oil. John didn’t let it show how much that hurt, but he was able to convince Benny to join him, with the hope that Sam convinced Dean to be on board.

“Ok Benny,” John sighed as he rubbed his eyes, “you said Ash and Garth are here in Dallas, do you know where?”

“Probably at the drag strip.” Benny told him. “Bet Ketch isn’t too far away. He’s always up for a bet.”

John sighed, “OK, well which way?” Benny pointed him in the direction. He had come to watch them race a few times. John drove to it.

At the drag strip, Ash and Garth stood by their Ford Mustang. Ketch of course surrounded by girls and taking bets as different drivers began to line up. John parked his truck one block away from the strip. He and Benny walked towards all the comotion just as Ash and Garth got in the car.  John watched as the different cars dragged around the block. Ash and Garth’ car in the lead as it took sharp turns and accelerated at top speeds. John walked over to Ketch clearing his throat.

“Sorry mate,” Ketch turned around as he was counting the money, “All bets are…. Oh, hi John!” Ketch gave a sheepish smile. “What brings you here?”

“I came here for you three.” John said. “You’ve been called up to the big times.”

“Oh, is that right? I would have thought that Dean….” Ketch shut his mouth at John’s glare.

“You guys need to come back with Benny and me to Houston.” John told him. “It’ll be worth it. Promise.”

Cheers echoed in the night sky as Ash and Garth’s Mustang crossed the finish line. John watched as Ketch pocketed the money and smiled. He made his way to the Mustang and banged on the roof of the car.

“John says there is a job for us in Houston,” Ketch told Ash.

“Oh?” Ash Crawled Through The window to sit as he turned to John, “Big Jefe! What do you need our services for?” Ash called out with a smile.

“Well if you jackassess are done trying to get arrested, how about we find a bar and we can talk,” John sighed.

“Booze? I’m in.” Ketch laughed.

In no time, John had them at a local bar. Of course they had heard about the blow out with Dean.

“That was shitty thing to do John,” Ash sighed.

“Hey, I was only suspending him. He’s the one who quit,” John argued.

“Ok, so Sam is trying to wrangle Dean,” Benny cut in, “so, the government wants our help to drill in space?”

“Well, it comes with a hefty reward, and we save the earth from destruction, “John took a sip of his whiskey and sighed. “Sam thinks you guys are the best for the job. And i’m not arguing with the kid.”

“Guess the young price was right about one thing.” Ketch laughed.

“And if Dean is on board?” Garth asked as he played with the label on the beer bottle.

“Then he’s on board,” John snapped. “Look, what happens between me and my son, is between me and my son.” He finished his whiskey and took out his wallet. “Right now, the world's future is bigger than some fight between Dean and me.”

Slapping money on the table he walked out of the bar.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys,” Benny finished his drink. “I’m with the boss on this one, so you coming or not?”

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If you are reading this, then this blog is no longer private, or I'm dead. And if you are reading this, read at your own risk because you are about to find out the secret kept from you by the world. As in, world-ending secret, literal armageddon. Good luck.

Mathilda

May 13, 2019. Manila, Philippines.

I just got fired from my job as a club bouncer after they found out about my real age. But I wasn't surprised that I was fired. After all, I expected this very moment from the beginning. I'm Hugh Salvador. But my friends call me Hughie.

Walking home, I saw this woman. Tall, red hair, wearing expensive clothes, looks like a foreign businesswoman who's being mugged by two men in a dark alley across the street. At first, I did not want to get involved but I saw one of the muggers pull out a balisong or butterfly knife.

I quickly ran across the street a punched the other one in the face. I'm not gonna get into details on the action, but you'd probably be relieved to know that I won the fight against two muggers with my bare hands (sort of). Well, I did use the knife to threaten them, but I didn't use it to hurt them. Do you get what I mean?

.....

Anyway, the cops arrived like in the movies. Late. The woman and I were brought to the Police Department where they asked us for identification of the two muggers. Though we did know who they were, we're able to recall their appearance. Average height, matching tattoos (skull with a scythe/grim reaper), bald, etc.

After they questioned us, they let us go home. The woman earlier approached me, her name is Mathilda Hawke. It's like a name that came out of a fictional novel, right? She's from New York and came here for business purposes. Tomorrow will be her last day in the Philippines so she asked me if I could escort her around the city. Usually, I wouldn't say yes to that. But after she showed me a massive amount of money (enough to pay my rent for the next year), I immediately told the word. Yes.

Oh, how money can blind a man from danger.

Fast forward to the next day, I walked out of my apartment building only to be surprised by Mathilda. Oddly, I ignored that she knew my address, I didn't even tell her where I lived. and we proceeded to the plan. I took her to one of the most popular malls in the city. To be honest, I felt more like a butler than an escort.

The time has flown, and Mathilda kept stealing glances at her watch. As if she's timing something. And when the time was right, the look on her face changed. And the next thing I knew, we were heading to a motel, but it's not what you think. We hurried to the 14th floor, room A103.

KNOCK-KNOCk. But no one answered. Another pair of knocks and finally, the door opened. Inside the room, we met Hector Stone, a scientist. I later learned that Mathilda is some sort of spy in an organization called The Republic that was run by leaders from around the world, when I say leaders, I meant presidents. That explains why she immediately found out about my address.

He created this device that sends and receives encrypted codes to your target. To be honest, I barely understood what he said about that machine so I won't be able to explain it to you clearly.

The machine later received a code that said "We've been found" which means. The spy they sent to their enemy called the Organization, has been identified.

We hurried and ran outside the building through the fire exit where a car covered in a grey, dusty tarp is hidden. we hopped in the car and Mathilda started driving. Then, I looked through the window where I saw, two tall men in black suits, wearing sunglasses, heading inside the hotel, which is weird because who would wear sunglasses at night?

I apologize if it looked like I rushed writing this article, I'm currently dealing with something right now but I'll try to finish this as best as I can.

Mathilda drove to the airport where we sent Dr. Stone on a private plane safely and head to their "headquarters".

Confused. I went back to the car and sat on the passenger seat. Mathilda sat in the driver's seat where she handed me my paycheck. The money inside was more than what we agreed on. She drove me home. After we arrived at the front of my apartment building, we had a deal where I can't tell anyone about that day. Oops. Well, I guess there's nothing I can do now, except delete this blog from existence. Just kidding, I'd never do that. By the way, she also offered me a sideline job where I can work for her like her own junior spy, and I'll be paid with the money I can be satisfied with. Did I take the offer? Guess.

-NS

[teslanik]

Questions n’ stuff

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THE LAST: 1. Drink: Black Coffee (work cafeteria brand)  2. Phone call: @i-am-your-northern-star (in a home goods store about vacuums) 3. Text message: Parentals 4. Song you listened to: Come Baby Come- K7 5. Time you cried: cannot remember 6. Dated someone twice: I learn from my mistakes. No 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Nope 8. Been cheated on: Aye. 9. Lost someone special: Not recently. Maybe...few years ago? 10. Been depressed: Diagnosed in ‘10 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: negative

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12. Steel Grey 13. Crimson 14. Dark Earth

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Yes 16. Fallen out of love: Yes 17. Laughed until you cried: Yup 18. Found out someone was talking about you: I’d be surprised if people WEREN’T.  19. Met someone who changed you: Nah 20. Found out who your friends are: I only have like, 3-5 close ones sooo... 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Not this year.

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: All 23. Do you have any pets: nope 24. Do you want to change your name: Nah, but I’d like to buy rights to another. Just in case. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: Was at beach with family. Had pizza. 26. What time did you wake up: 0530 AM 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Watching dank meme compilations on youtube.  28. Name something you can’t wait for: Armageddon (I LITERALLY can’t wait for it) 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Before I left for work. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: Hrmmm...my ability to think critically 31. What are you listening right now: Hotel Lobby Jazz 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yep 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Idiots who don’t fact check their shit. People who drive slow in the fast lane, Intolerant fucks. 34. Most visited Website: Tumblr.

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: I think 3? 36. Mark/s: Several. 37. Childhood dream: Can into space. 38. Haircolour: Dark brown 39. Long or short hair: Short but can vary due to laziness 40. Do you have a crush on someone: I might. 41. What do you like about yourself: I’m a people-person. I’m approachable and easy to talk to. 42. Piercings: Nein 43. Bloodtype: Warm?  44. Nickname: Nick, Niko, Nickelodeon, Dave. 45. Relationship status: [REDACTED] 46. Zodiac: Aries 47. Pronouns: Male. 48. Favourite TV Show: Strike Back, Game of Thrones, The Strain 49. Tattoos: None, yet. 50. Right or left hand: Right. 51. Surgery: wisdom toofs 52. Hair dyed in different color: i actually wanted frosted tips in like, 4th grade 53. Sport: Golf. Trajectories and wind math-makes me think of mortars 55. Vacation: Many places. Iceland being up there. 56. Pair of trainers: Aisics Running shoes.

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: a mint 58. Drinking: Coffee 59. I’m about to: Finish the guaranteed bed type report 61. Waiting for: Godot (badum tsss) nah I’m waiting for my window of opportunity 62. Want: Guns, armor, money, women (I SWEAR im not materialistic) 63. Get married: I’m optimistic 64. Career: Hotel management (or variations thereof)

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: Why not both? I like me a good hug though 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes 67. Shorter or taller: Each has its merits 68. Older or younger: Depends 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Stomach! is best pillow 71. Sensitive or loud: Depends 72. Hook up or relationship: I value a relationship highly but if the other party just wants to smash I’ll do my best not to get attached 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Troublemaker. Someone who I can talk in fake accents with in a public setting

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a stranger: No 75. Drank hard liquor: Yes 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: nope 77. Turned someone down: Yep. 78. Sex on the first date: just once 79. Broken someone’s heart: nope 80. Had your heart broken: Way too many times to be so carefree and trusting 81. Been arrested: No. 82. Cried when someone died: Yes. 83. Fallen for a friend: Guilty. But got over it.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: Most days 85. Miracles: Statiscal anomalies 86. Love at first sight: nah. 87. Santa Claus: Saint Nicholas, yes. Old Wolrd Santa  88. Kiss on the first date: Sure. 89. Angels: the truth is out there

OTHER: 90. Current best friends name: scroll to top 91. Eyecolour: Grey/Green 92. Favorite movie: Mad Max: FURY ROAD

[bubblemoon66]

A Complete List of Songs from the Skulduggery Pleasant Series

The full list of songs is under the cut. They’re listed in the order they appear in the books, and include quotes from the book and links to the songs on youtube.  I’ve also compiled all the the songs on playmoss. 

Sceptre of the Ancients:

The Ride of the Valkyries -  Wagner

Stephanie was woken the next morning by the stereo playing very loudly indeed. Her dad had been trying to tune into a news station and the volume knob had snapped off, so instead of a quiet little traffic report they were treated to Wagner's The Ride of the Valkyries at full blast.

The Girl From Ipanema

They were working their way towards each other when Stephanie came to a door and heard a low whistling. She frowned. Could Skulduggery whistle? He could talk without lips or breath, so she couldn't see a reason why he wouldn't be able to whistle. She didn't recognise the tune, however. She motioned to Ghastly and he crept forward. After listening for a moment, he nodded." That's 'The Girl From Ipanema'," he whispered. "That's him." 

Playing With Fire: 

The End of the World - The Carpenters

At the end of the corridor was a living room. Music played. "The End of the World," by the Carpenters.

The Faceless Ones:

Whiskey in the Jar - Thin Lizzy

He dad had been a big Thin Lizzy fan back in the 1970s, and whenever 'Whiskey in the Jar' came on the radio, he'd sing along, albeit tunelessly.

Eat the Rich - Aerosmith

At first, she thought he was humming an ancient chant, something to elevate his conscious to a higher plane. Then she recognised the first few bars of 'Eat he Rich', by Aerosmith, and she stopped trying to guess what he was doing.

Killer on the Loose - Thin Lizzy

The Phil Lynott figure shrugged, then looked down at the Administrator, and right before the door sealed, she heard it start to sing 'Killer on the Loose'.

Dark Days: 

Dry Bones

Valkyrie sighed and him while he finished putting his leg back together, and a muttered rendition of 'Dry Bones' followed her down the steps.

Crazy - Patsy Cline

A tune filled the air - a terrible, shrill version of Patsy Cline's 'Crazy'. That’ll be them now,” Sanguine said,taking out his phone.

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Then she took out Scarab’s phone and pressed redial. From somewhere else in the house, she heard Patsy Cline’s ‘Crazy’.

Myosis Terra (Armageddon Outta Here): 

Be My Baby - The Ronettes

“I’ll help you.” Then he threw his head back and started singing.  “Stop,” she hissed. “Shush!” His eyes were closed, and he sang louder. It was ‘Be My Baby’, by the Ronettes. Her mum used to sing that to her all the time when she was a kid. 

Mortal Coil: 

Good King Wenceslas

He knocked taking out his gun. ‘If anyone asks, we’ re scary carollers. ’ Humming good king Wenceslas to himself he knocked again.

There’s a Kind of Hush - The Carpenters 

Music began to play. He knew the group, it was The Carpenters, but he wasn’t sure of the name of the song.‘There’s a Kind of Hush’ perhaps. The last song the Torment would ever hear.

Deathbringer:

People Are Strange

Now...I don’t know. Do you really think someone killed him because of the Passage? Are there people out there who really believe in this stuff?” “People are strange,” said the girl, then started humming a few bars from the song. 

Negative Vibes - Damien Dempsey

He turned down the music when he saw Kenny. Damien Dempsey was playing - ‘Negative Vibes’. “Are you Finbar?” Kenny asked.

We’re Off to See the Wizard

They seemed to recognise Clarabelle, and she asked them for directions and they continued on, with Clarabelle singing ‘We’re Off to See the Wizard’. 

The End of the World:

(Presumably) Hedwig’s Theme from Harry Potter

Through the gap in the books could see somone in the next aisle over, moving slowly. Someone in black. Someone whistling. Ryan recognised the tune. It was the theme music to Harry Potter. 

Kingdom of the Wicked:

Big Bad Handsome Man - Imelda May

Valkyrie yawned, turned on the radio. An Imelda May Song was playing - ‘Big Bad Handsome Man’. Valkyrie started signing along. She’d just gottn to the bit about his rugged good looks when Skulduggery came crashing through the cafe window. 

Apple of My Eye - Damien Dempsey

She took out her phone. “How about we play some music instead. I’m thinking ‘Apple of my Eye’. Do you have Damien Dempsey in this dimension?” 

Me and Mrs Jones

She smiled. “No thank you. You can sing me a lullaby if you want.” And that’s what he did. In a voice so soft it barely reached her through the darkness, he sang her ‘Me and Mrs Jones’, and she fell asleep to his voice.

Get Thee Behind Me, Bubba Moon (Armageddon Outta Here): 

Airwolf

Ahead of us, around the next corner, another light flickered, and I heard the sound of a helicopter’s rotor blades before it was replaced by synthesiser music. I recognised it immediately as the theme tune to Airwolf. 

The Maleficent Seven:

Chim Chim Cher-ee from Mary Poppins

Rooftops and chimneys, that’s all there was to see from up here. The whole thing reminded Sanguine of that scene from Mary Poppins where Dick Van Dyke starts dancing about with all those chimney sweeps high over London town. He wondered if Springheeled Jack ever took time to dance about chimney sweep, singing as they went. Probably not, if he were being honest. Still, it was something to wonder as he waited there, whistling ‘Chim Chim Cher-ee’ and keeping watch for Cleavers. 

Give Peace A Chance

That might have been what did it. Surrounding herself with flower people and singing ‘Give Peace a Chance’ at Vietnam rallies might have been the thing she needed to plant the seed in her head that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t want to send the rest of her life killing people. 

Carry On My Wayward Son

She hadn’t heard of most of them. She hadn’t heard of most of them. Carry On My Wayward Son came on the radio and they sang along with it.

Last Stand of Dead Men: 

The Rocky Road to Dublin - The Dubliners

Music played. As Laken Cross climbed the stairs into the tattoo parlour, he worked to identify the song. He’d been to a lot of places in his lifetime, been around the world and back again, and he’d heard a lot of music. This one reminded him of nights spent in Irish pubs - the old Irish pubs, where there’d been a trad band playing every night and everyone would take their turn to sing ‘The Rocky Road to Dublin’, that was it, by The Dubliners. 

Hit Me Baby One More Time - Britney Spears

“Shut up. My turn to pose the riddle. Who sang ‘Hit Me Baby One more Time’?” Lamour frowned. “Pardon?” “Who sang it?” “That is your riddle?” “Yep.” “But that’s not a riddle, that is a...” “You don’t know do you?”

Shake A Tail Feather - Ray Charles

For the first time Stephanie became aware of music playing. ‘Shake a Tail Feather’ by Ray Charles. Gun drawn, Skulduggery led the way out of the bedroom Stephanie right behind him. They got to the living room, with it;s tatty armchairs and battered couch, awful 1970s wallpaper, a painting of a ship on a stormy sea, an old cracked TV, a record player... and in the middle of the room Scapegrace and Thrasher and some old Chinese man, dancing to the music. 

The Dying of the Light:

Spancill Hill - The Dubliners 

Winter’s come, and it’s a slow day, and cold and Danny is in the backroom strumming on is guitar, a battered old six-string he’s had since he was fourteen. Inspired by Stephanie, he's singing 'Spancill Hill' by the Dubliners. 

(Presumably) Let it Go from Frozen 

As she wheeled them, Clarabelle hummed that song from Frozen. Thrasher started humming along with her and Scapegrace glared at him.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

They followed him to the street. A small child sat in the middle of the empty road, head raised to the night sky. He was singing to himself, his soft voice carrying on the breeze. “Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are...” “Right,” said Gracious. “Because that’s not creepy at all.”

My Lovely Horse from Father Ted

She smacked it into her open palm a few times, and all at once the sound came back on, just as Gordon was launching int the chorus of 'My Lovely Horse' from Father Ted.  “OK,” she said, “I can hear you. Stop singing.”

Accentuate the Positive

"What's that song you're always whistling? 'Accentuate the Positive'?" "I have literally whistled that once since you've known me"

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"What? What about everything you were saying earlier about accentuating the positive?" "Again, you brought up that particular song."

Don’t You Want Me - The Human League

The radio has been on for the last hour. Eighties pop. Gant has probably had enough of Listening to Jeremiah. Now ‘Don’t You Want Me’ by the Human League Plays. Danny listens to it in the darkness over the Cadillac’s engine. 

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

She stopped someone was whistling. Ennio Morricone - the theme from The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. The Black Cleaver looked round. Billy-Ray Sanguine stood beneath the flickering light, whistling, one hand in his pocket, the other dangling by his leg, holding the God-Killer weapon. 

Honourable Mentions:  

Several other artists are mentioned in the book series, but aren’t include in the list above because there wasn’t a song specified. E.g. 

Finbar wears a Stiff Little Fingers T-shirt  in The Faceless Ones.

Finbar also wears a Thin-Lizzy T-shirt in Deathbringer. 

The ice cream van Thrasher and Scapegrace drive in Deathbringer plays music by Popeye. 

In the Maleficent Seven Tanith mentions her brother introduced her to Duke Ellington, Cab Calloway and Louis Armstrong. 

Tanith also mentions she used to listen to Nina Simone, Elvis, Chuck Berry, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Led Zepplin, Robert Plant, and David Bowie. And that she doesn’t listen to Pat Boone, Nirvana, Curve or Jeff Buckley. 

Mr. Bliss listens to an opera by The Three Tenors in The Maleficent Seven. 

Valkyrie’s family sing a modified version of Happy Birthday in Last Stand of Dead Men. 

In Last Stand of Dead Men Valkyrie dances and sings along to a song by Pixie Lott. 

In Last Stand of Dead Men Valkyrie also asks Cassandra if she was taught to play the guitar by Jimi Hendrix. Cassandra says it was Angelo Bartolotti who taught her.  

In The Dying of the Light Danny mentions his mom loved The Human League, Duran Duran and Erasure, and his dad loved Led Zepplin, Rush and Sabbath. 

[makesureee]

1-30 ty~

omg no thank yOU ogm ur so swe e t im sorry if i’m not able to answer all of them cause my memory is an actual pile of shit and my favourite songs are constantly changing but so HERE SO WE GO

*viewer discretion is advised because this user is annoying as shit on adderall*

 1. what album do you feel best describes your mood?at the moment, i am like, OBSESSED with the album “my bad” by Good Dog. like. i relate to EVERY. WORD. EVERY. SONG. in that album. i just. i cant cant cant nope.

  2. if your name had to be a song title which song would it be?“Oh.” ~courtesy of Good Dog

  3. what is your go to sad song when you need to cry?i don’t have a go-to sad song. i don’t cry that much anymore either. like, my pain is like, background noise that bubbles to the surface for a second (and on the rare occasion explodes) but usually like literally 2 seconds later im like im good whats up lol. as far as the last song i had a good ass cry to…..i think it might have been A Song For the Late Night People by Kate Micucci. literally not sure tho

  4. what band would you want as the rest of your superhero team?the FUKIN FRONT BOTTOMS

  5. if you had to live in the world of an album which one would it be and why?i think this question is asking which one album i would want to listen to for the rest of my life? to that, my answer is, fuck you my good sir(in middle school and freshman year of high school my ipod had one album on it. one. on repeat. for years. i literally knew the SHUFFLE by heart that shit was miserable and i do not want to listen to those songs anymore)

  6. what song best describes the person you think your soulmate would be?i don’t believe in soul mates, but as far as a compatible partner goes (based off of my most recent song obsessions) i would choose Scarred Pinkies by Walter Mitty and His Makeshift Orchestra. i’ll just drop a few lines riiiiiight here damn this post is gonna be long.“Ah, here lies all hope of being normal, all chance of an epic fate,bussing tables in Lake Tahoe, eating scraps off stranger’s plates.Ah won’t you cure me? Take me to your bug out location off the grid.I’ll tell you how I scarred my pinkies,and we’ll await Armageddon,or take a long nap.Then teach me to write well,and clean my lungs.Watch the love of my life sewing dresses on fireflies.Go and get me some real drugs to paint my blood,All while the thighs of women have lost their church,and the hands of men are shaking in the search.”“straight to hell, might as well clock out now and rail that cinnamon.”“The cops knocked, someone soon might let them in.They’ll find our strawberry cough. They’ll find the secret voice that shepherds towards the droughts in our thoughts until it snows, listen i know you know this,i’m losing it.”sry i posted like, all the lines in the song i relate to in regards of a romantic partner. but basically, in this moment i want a girlfriend i can do a lot of drugs with and shit (permitting they’re not into harder shit than i am), but i have so many problems with drugs that i’d also want that person to help me but also no. idk. in the long term i’d like someone who can help me heal from this shit but in the short term, i want to experience the romance of doing drugs with someone because i haven’t experienced much of life at all

  7. create a poem out of song titles.far away, aimless, (johnny goth/johnny goth)i have no idea what is going on. (sweatertooth)the kids on the bus with their heads against the windows, (movies)straight kids playing dress up, (the official suckers)and a body washed ashore. (johnny goth)face down, share the blame. (sweatertooth/the official suckers)no choice. (major persuit)fine, thanks. (walter mitty and his makeshift orchestra)wow that one was depressing and political lolol i just went with the flow

  8. which album art would you get tattooed?a question i dont have to write a paragraph for cause i already know the answer!!! the knife on the front bottoms album cover for talon of the hawk. i don’t want it to be my first tat tho. still brainstorming.

  9. is there a song that you feel could have been written about you?BRUH I JUST CAME ACROSS A WHOLE ALBUM WRITTEN ABOUT ME SHIT. well, obviously it wasn’t written about me but i relate to e v e r y word fukin hELL. again it’s “my bad” by Good Dog. but i think the song i relate to the most off that album is “Oh.”

  10. if you could only speak in the song lyrics of one artist who would it be?walter mitty and his makeshift orchestra. his new album is one i also hella relate to. my previous obsession before Good Dog came out with their new album XD

  11. if you could have your favorite artist sing one of their songs to you which song would it be?well this one is just impossible. my favorite artist changes and my favorite song changes like every week like fuck

  12. describe where you want to be in ten years with a song title.booger storm by walter mittynah jk how bout Set Phasers To Fun; Alarm Clocks To One by sweatertooth. you know they only have one album but it’s chill af

  13. which song would be the national anthem of your country if you ruled one?attention class….please stand for the pledge of allegiance…….. COLT 45, 2 ZIG ZAGS, BABY THAT’S ALL WE NEED.WE CAN GO TO THE PARK AFTER DARK, SMOKE THAT TUMBLE WEED,AND AS THE MARIJUANA BURN WE CAN TAKE OUR TURN SINGIN THEM DIRTY RAP SONGS.STOP AND HIT THE BONG LIKE CHEECH AND CHONGAND SELL TAPES FROM HERE TO HONG KONG.SO ROLL, ROLL, ROLL MA JOINT. PICK OUT THE SEEDS AND STEMS!WE’RE HIGH AS HELL FLYIN THRU PALMDALE SKATIN ON DAYTON RIMS

  14. what is your go to happy song when you need to feel betteri never really go to songs to feel better but kimya dawson is really comforting. she’s like, my song mom. her music is like a warm hug until you get sad cause you’re alone and all your problems are still there

  15. is there an album that feels like a friend to you?yeah actually. Hard To Be Around by Lovers Turn To Monsters

  16. what is the album that you always blast too loud?usually all but ESP my drinking album XDD it’s called Too by FIDLAR. i dEF recommend a listen next time ur drinkin

  17. which album do you always listen to with headphones?i don’t use headphones in my house unless i’m so upset and relating to the music so hard that it needs to be as loud as possible. which again, most recently, has been “my bad” by Good Dog

  18. what song are you unable to resist dancing to?none of them. i do not dance, have never danced, and will never dance

  19. what song do you always have to sing along to?every song i know the lyrics to. im a singer. i cant…not….sing….

  20. what song do feel would be a beautiful painting?if i knew i woulda goddamn painted it XD i actually used to think that way about a specific old instrumental pink floyd song once but i can’t remember which one

  21. what album do you wish you could unhear and discover again?all of them!!!!! i love them so much but when i relate to music so hard i can’t stop listening to it and then its mundane and i have to go bandcamp hunting again

  22. which album do you want to be the soundtrack to your life?i don’t rly listen to positive music but as far as my life is going right now i’d say the soundtrack is Well Soon by Walter Mitty and his Makeshift Orchestra

  23. which band would you want to be your family?i can’t answer that because i do not know any of them personally XD

  24. what song do you think of in association with beauty?what

  25. what song do you think of in association with pain?like???? all of them???? i suck ????

  26. what lyrics do you feel were written especially for you.none specifically FOR me. i’m the writer :p i can write songs about/for people and i’m kinda jealous that i’m not on the other end cause idk who the fUCK i am. but as far as lyrics i’ve found that are mE on the dot:“I’m an artist. No, I fake it. I repeat myself all day.I tell the same sad storiesin the same pathetic way.When I’m sober I am boring, when I’m drunk I talk too much,When I’m stoned I finally like myself. I shouldn’t just becauseI’m a filthy fucking liar. I think I’m nice when I am not,And I only feel like I can talk when I am smoking pot.”“Oh.” by Good Dog

  27. what lyrics do you want to doodle on every piece of paper?none that sounds boring

  28. what music do you listen to at 3 am?the same music i listen to all throughout the day because i get fixated on music i relate to

  29. pick three albums to take with you into the afterlife.none because the afterlife doesn’t exist fools get wit tha program

  30. what is music to you in one word?music

like, do you even read this? like homie it’s so long i feel like i get charity asks but like, I DON’T MIND I LOVE ASKS but holy fuck i’m annoying and i would stop being so specific and rambley if people just told me to shut up

[noahpoligy]

An entire “album”, written on 9/13/2019

So I got super inspired in the bathroom to “write an album” whatever that means. So, I sat down, and forced to write a ton of lyrics all in one sitting. The most I’ve ever written has been 2-3 songs at once, and well, here’s 10. I started grasping at straws towards the ends, whatever was coming to mind honestly. I was listening to “Rape Me” by Nirvana in the shower and I thought to myself “Why not change that to “Hate me”, because I personally feel like I have a fair share of haters, but none of them hate me as much as I hate certain aspects about myself, ya know? Anywho, I might fuck around and see if I can find demo versions of songs w/o lyrics or whatever and see if I can produce any of these into actual listenable songs. We’ll see. Sadly, my motivation goes away with as I sleep. It took me 3 hours to write all of this, and honestly I think I should mention that it’s a bit funny comparing the second thing I wrote to the last. 

So I guess this is a “light” concept album. I think the one present theme that all these share is self perception and belief in one’s emotions and beliefs. I’m pretty tired as I right this, I can’t think of the word for that, if there is one. I’ll probably rewrite aspects of tracks 1, 4, 6, and 7. 1 looks too much like Rape Me, 4 needs “more”, I’d honestly like a rap section in there, 6 I’m just unhappy with some of the lines, it comes off as corny to me. 7 needs a chorus and the ending I just randomly threw in, so that needs to be fixed too. 

Track 1: Hate Me

I hate me

You hate me, and my friends

hate me 

I’m not the only one

I’m not the only one

I hate me

I’ll say it again and again

You’re a waste to me

You hate me and my friends

I’m not the only one

I’m not the only one

Every time I do anything it’s for the worst

A kiss would tag you as a whore

I appreciate your concern

I’d like you to die so you can burn

I hate me

You hate me my friend

Hate me

Hate me and my friends

I’m not the only one

I’m not the only one

I hate me

I hate me

I hate me

hate me 

hate me

hate me

hate me

It sates me

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Track 2: Something More

She waits at windows

She daydreams all day 

And sleeps away her frowns, for now

She just waits around wishing she

Could meet that single another

At night in a parking lot wearing that new dress she bought

Only for her to go back home, she’s let down easy

She goes out to buy a drink

I noticed the one Friday she didn’t, she was locked up high

There’s something about her innocence

That makes her chafe for love

And she’s down to explain what she’s looking for

She says she wants me and will help me become someone more

Dead leaves, the sky desolate of summer

I’m underage so I’ll stand outside while you get the drinks

Tomorrow you can smoke me out, and we can hang around the cemetery

Do we need each other?

We’re two discount lives without any numbers in our bank accounts

Do you think that if I wait around that maybe she

Might go back to her room and say it was all a lie?

She’ll tell her parents that she doesn’t know my name and I’ll sigh

Get out of my head demon, you’re dismissed

I will change for love

And she explained how long she’s waited for

Something more

Come, Goodbye, I might just see you another night, and if you don’t I understand if you can’t find that definite reason why you should stay. I’ll watch you walk away

She says that she will change for love

And she explains how long she’s waited for something more

And as these days go by, it ends that track of how long we’ve waited for

In love there’s more

In love there’s something more. 

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Track 3: Self-Faith

Wrap me up in my true skin

Drag me in front of my mother’s eyes

My innocence is tragic

My innocence is damned

And in a sense I’m gifted because of it all

I can breathe underwater

I can fly high in the sky

I can burrow deep inside my chest

and stab another with my teeth

and I live underground

If you spend your love around me

You’ll know fantasies beyond your wildest dreams

And before you know it, your love is gone

Cause there’s nothing as awkward as what I see

And in your fear, you’ll disappear. 

You saw my dreams, you saw death.

I believe in no one

I believe in another way

But my beliefs are not noticed

My beliefs are all held of faith

Faith in me, and that’s why I must escape

And in this ring our wedding will be true

And with this wring I will separate us in two

And with this ring you’ll see what’s in my head

And inside you’ll find the truth

Now let me tell you, if you spend your love around

We’ll enact our fantasies so they’re no longer dreams

You’ll find that your love is hard

And that it’s exactly what it seems

And no one will disappear 

Even during the darkest hour

To the revelations 

To the fresh baked victims 

To the weak that have succumbed 

They hate me

So speak your peace

While the drum drowns you out

You’re not wasting

A single breath at all

Because strength is your weakness

Your weakness is your hate 

And it’s something you just can’t explain

You’re sniffing on some roses

They’re so beautiful 

You’re getting so lost inside their smell

The others have come, to make you dumb

The others have come, to make you dumb

The others have come, to make you dumb

The others have come, to make you dumb

The others have come, to hold you down

The others have come, to hold, you, down

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Track 4: Run Away

Monkey see monkey do, run away

Fuck around and follow you, run away

I don’t like you, I’ll keep it in, run away

Another fool with pencilled skin, run away

There he is, take him out, run away

He never laughs he never smiles, run away

He can’t run he’s a cripple, run away

Let’s beat his ass, it’s good fun, run away

Run away Run Away

Run Away

Monkey see monkey do, run away

Fuck around and follow you, run away

Cut him up but keep it in, run away

Another fool with poisoned skin, run away

Run Away Runaway

Run Away

Run Away Runaway

Run Away

Away, Runaway

Run Away

Run Away

Run Away

Don’t Stay

Run Away

Don’t Stay

Get Away

Rat-a-tat-tat. 

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Track 5: Who the Fuck Are You? 

You say I’m gonna fall

Well I can’t wait to let you down

You say I’m gonna fail

We all know you’re a fucking joke 

Get out. 

You’ve lost equality.

Get out. 

You’re below a fail. 

Can anyone anywhere believe that you’re true? 

Does anyone anywhere wanna be you? 

You say I’m a faggot

Well at least I’m not a bigot, kid

You say I’m lucky 

It takes knowledge to play the cards

Get out. 

You’re a waste of sperm. 

Anyone anywhere can beat you 

Does anyone anywhere actually wanna face you?

Who’d wanna bother with you?

I guess I’d like to, bring it fucker. 

Lousy, you’re knocked out sky high

You’re flat out dead in the head

Does anyone wanna support you?

Does anyone anywhere actually believe in you? 

Does anyone anywhere wanna be you? 

Do you wanna be you? 

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Track 6: Family Crest

I bathe in silence

I want you to notice

I’ve got a god complex 

I already know I’m gonna pass the test

I’m on fire

I’d hold on their hearts from the inside

And squirm myself inside and take control

I want everything they have and I want it now 

I’ll find a way 

Today I can waste away

I once flew away

Far away, from all of this, and I nearly died

Miserable dust and homeless mutts 

Hating my face and wanting to wither away without a trace

I didn’t hate anything else but my own and me. 

I’m gonna bleed

To make me believe

That my hearts still there

But is it really? I need a fucking shovel

I’ll clean off the dust, our faces will meet

I disconnected by cutting the string

Anytime that you’d try to talk to me

I bathe in silence

I want you to notice

I’ve got a god complex 

I already know I’m gonna pass the test

I’m on fire

I’ll hold onto their brains from the inside

I’ve got their heads believing in me 

It’s not enough I want fucking more 

I wanna bleed

To make them believe

Someone hurt me

So then maybe I’ll feel something

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Track 7: Horribly Ever After

Let out the stampeding horses

Suffer in your suburban houses

Withdraw from the taste of the devil and God’s affair falling from the sky

Scream all you want you’re in a silent movie

Kiss up each other while your lives go tick tock

Beached by the groupies that are sick of your stuck-up hinds

Vacant is your deposition

Dead is your fleet of propogandic sources 

Your sister is actually your aunt your father had an incestual affair

You scoffed away the very true sources

You chose to go to war against another’s imaginary friend 

Blood is the key to eternal life and that’s why Earth wants more death

It’s about time

It’s about, concluding you

Black skies bring fears

Unleash armageddon, tute yourself and say one final prayer

it’ll be one last moment before you’re off where you belong my dear

Lust for a reality that is like the movies

A life where you survive the locusts

It all goes away when a angels voice says you’re damned for eternity for being a stupid sheep, you need to be fucking sheered. 

It’s about time. Maybe now you can see

Too bad you suck

Too bad you’re dumb

You looked directly at the sun and now you can’t see

This is the final message

Soon you’ll be stabbed by the ancient armies

Death by thousands of roses

It’ll take years but that’s what you deserve

You’ll be raped by the soldiers

They’ll embroider their band on your skull

You’ll probably enjoy it, it’s like your inverted cross tattoo 

I guess you got what you desired, your spot in hell. 

Black skies bring blood

Black skies bring flood

Black skies bring you 

Black lies bring truth

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Track 8: Hysteria 

I woke up to a message of love 

Though I don’t think we’ve ever spoke on the phone

I’m obsessed with the poison of us

I wonder why I can’t seem to find one to trust

Is there even a soul living inside of ya? 

Oh yeah oh no, there’s nothing in that stereo baby

I’d try to bridge on over and see what’s up but it’d crack under your pressure

You need a miracle 

And I’m no miracle 

You’re honestly hysterical

What the fuck is going on inside of ya? 

I’m unimpressed with my presence at best

I get depressed from the needles of sunlight that bleed through the blinds

I make shit up so I think I’m the best

Honestly though, there’s no one I can trust

There’s no one living inside this universe 

You can call me No Paranoia Noah baby

I’m the last motherfucker that’s not hysterical 

I’m not one to crack under any amount of pressure

If you’re looking for a miracle it’s me

Now now, come on, get your broken soul out of bed baby 

What’s so funny? I’m at least trying and you’re staying a degenerate 

You’re lying in your bed about a broken phoney bone 

Come on I see a spark of something in ya

Skip the jokes, escape living in hysteria

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Track 9: It Will Become

The doorbell has rung, it’s coming true

The silence and the dread, it ends here

You’ve waited and now it’s time

Come into the utopia of....

The future of earth will become

There is a past yes, it’s clear. 

You better take this face and choose your race and face the race for the constant search for anything

You’ve waited and now it’s time

Come into the the utopia of....

The future of your life will become

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Track 10: Falling Apart 

I’ve got no legs

Fuck the shadows are in me too

These thoughts they won’t leave my head

Wait.... Why are my legs on the other side of the room

I was your everything

You were the one last thing I’d ever think of doing anything wrong to

Yet you’re right next to me with blood and blades all around you

I was yours and you were my one true love

And now arms are stuffed with lace

And my you’re chewing on one of my eyes

My tongue is stapled to my nose 

And my legs, oh god, you’re eating my toes

I was yours and I guess now I’m yours

Why did you cut me into this

We were best friends

And now I’m just meat

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Oh, hey, good morning! 

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[thecomicsnexus]

Armageddon

Daredevil #233. August, 1986. By Frank Miller and David Mazzucchelli.

As everyone watches in horror, Nuke continues to fire bullets and missiles off randomly throughout Hell's Kitchen. Daredevil dives clear just as one of Nuke's missiles collides with the water tower next to him. He hen begins dodging the bullets coming at him from Nuke's helicopter. Finally, Daredevil catches up with Nuke on a rooftop, and the two begin to fight. Nuke clubs Daredevil several times with his gun, but Daredevil manages to do some damage. Daredevil tries to take out some of his pressure points and muscles, but finds that he's too strong, and that his blows are ineffective. On the verge of being beaten, Daredevil kicks Nuke off of the roof, where Nuke lands on some power lines, and gets electrocuted. He then falls out of those, and lands on top of a car. As he lands, he fires a missile up a Daredevil. Daredevil dodges, and the missile explodes to his side. Having doe off of the roof to avoid the missile, Daredevil lands on top of Nuke, who is on the parked car. Daredevil then dives off of the car, just as it explodes. Daredevil watches in horror as Nuke walks out of the blaze, on fire. Daredevil Daredevil grabs Nuke, and holds him up against a pole. Suddenly, Captain America, Iron Man, and Thor are there, saving innocents. Captain America is rescuing victims from the fire, and he tells Thor to make a thunderstorm. Thor does, and it begins to rain, putting out fires. The rain puts out the fire on Nuke, who is begging for one of his white pills. Iron Man tells Daredevil to stand down, and let them take Nuke.

Once the Avengers arrest Nuke, Daredevil leaves. Later, Matt visits the nunnery, which has been made into a makeshift hospital, until all the victims of Nuke's attack can get real medical help. Matt meets Karen inside, but detects Captain America's heartbeat, and leaves. Matt meets Cap on the roof, and Cap asks who Nuke is. Matt tells him that he doesn't know, and asks why Cap didn't ask his employers who Nuke was. As Matt leaves, Captain America becomes disturbed by the fact that Nuke has a USA flag tattooed on his face, and starts to investigate his background. When the military authorities give him rather evasive answers, Cap breaks into top secret records and discovers Nuke is the only surviving test subject of an attempt to recreate Project Rebirth, the project that enhanced the Captain's own body and made him the super-soldier. Meanwhile, Nuke breaks free from custody in the same base, and goes on a killing spree through the base. He is stopped by Captain America, who knocks him through a window. Together, they fall out of the building, and smash through a roof, landing inside a building. As Cap attempts to make it to the room with Nuke in tow, the Kingpin arrives, and gives the order to kill Nuke. Cap and Nuke get shot at by one of the military's helicopters, but Daredevil arrives, and pushes them out of the way. As they try to get out of the way of the bullets, Nuke is shot fatally. Daredevil, having heard word of Nuke's escape while stealing money from criminals to rebuild the diner that was destroyed during Nuke's attack, finds Cap and Nuke on the rooftop. Daredevil dives and knocks them out of the way of oncoming bullets, and grabs Nuke from Captain America and takes him to the Daily Bugle, hoping to get him to testify about the Kingpin. However, he is not fast enough to get there, and Nuke dies before he can provide any evidence. Daredevil lays Nuke's body on a desk inside the Bugle, in front of the stunned employees.

Trying to get Nuke back from Daredevil, Captain America instead stumbles upon one of the hitmen sent to kill Nuke and Daredevil. The hitman names the Kingpin as being behind Nuke's assault on Hell's Kitchen, setting off a wave of lawsuits and murders. The Kingpin is able to fight off pretty much all the charges, but his public image as an honest and respectable businessman is finally shattered, and his lieutenants lose confidence in him. His obsession unabated, he disregards Captain America's role and once again plans for revenge on Murdock instead. But Murdock has different plans, and he is living in Hell's Kitchen content with his new life with Karen and his vow to fight for justice in his neighborhood and the Man Without Fear - Born Again.

From Marvel Wikia

It is a very strange way of ending this arc, but it is not bad for it. In fact, to me, it isn’t very clear that Nuke dies. He looks unconscious.

The Captain America part of this issue is great, but seems to take Daredevil out of his own comic for a while.

This is also this creative team last issue. (To do Batman: Year One).

I give this issue a score of 7.5.

[k2kid]

Introduction

The blog has come into the possession of an exciting and valuable series of documents care of Dan Moat, a member of the 18th Battalion Facebook Group. His Great Grand-Father, Lance-Corporal George Henry Rogers, reg. no. 123682 was an active member in the 18th Battalion Association and the Royal Canadian Legion. With is interest in the post-war Association a series of “MEMORIES” in the form of one-page stories relate many of the Battalion’s experiences from the “other ranks” soldiers’ point-of-view.

It appears that the documents were written in the early 1970s, a full 50-years after the end of The Great War and are a valuable social history of soldiers’ experiences as told in their own words about the events that happened a half-century ago to them, and now a full century for us. This is the first of the series, and suffice to say, the reference, names, experiences, and strong immediacy of these stories bring the men of the 18th Battalion alive.

The format of the post will be the “Memory” with associated online references and end-notes.

Article

18th Battalion Association Windsor and Detroit Branch

Do you remember the night we left London? There was a big crowd to see us off but we eventually got started. Our first stop was Montreal where we only remained long enough to change engines. For the next three days we travelled through some sparsely settled country. There was not much scenery as there was a lot of bush on both sides of the track. We all enjoyed eating in the Dining Car. It was the first time we had ever been in one.

About the third day out we were told to get cleaned up as were going to get off at the next town and go for a march. We did at a place called Moncton, N.B. We marched up the main street, made a right hand turn and came back on a lesser main street. The people were friendly but not overly-excited as other Battalions had likely done the same. About two days later, we repeated and got off at a place called Truro. This must have been a mill town as there was a lot of young women around. While a short over weight Town Official stood by the Colonel reading a speech of welcome, most of the fellows were flirting with the young girls who were standing nearby. They were very friendly and after we had our little march, many of the natives were at the Station all waving goodbye as we pulled out.

On a very rainy Sunday moring [sic], we arrived at dockside Halifax. It didn’t take long to transfer from the train to the S.S. “Grampion[i]” [sic] which was docked nearby. As soon as we were settled we had our first meal aboard. It was not too good. Just before dusk the Grampion sailed and we were on our way. There was not too much excitement crossing the ocean. We had some sea sickness, physical jerks Crown & Anchor, etc., and about the sixth day out, we stopped and waited for the H.M.S. “Cumberland” to pull close. A young Naval Officer was rowed over to consult with our Captain. While this was going on our band was on deck playing Rule Britannia and other selections. It didn’t take too long and we were again on our way. The Battleship[ii], the first one we had ever seen, going in the opposite direction[iii].

About two mornings later, we went on deck and found we were sailing up the Mersey[iv]. Two hours later, we landed at a place called Avonmouth. We soon moved from the Grampion to a waiting train and after a short delay we were again on the move. We travelled through some populous districts and about four hours later got off at a little place called Westenhanger. We marched from there to West Sandling camp, a distance of three miles, where our war training was to begin in earnest. We had left London on April 12, 1915, and arrived in West Sandling on April 29th, 1915.

TEMPUS FUGUT [Time Flies]:  It was raining the night we left Sandling for Folkestone. When we got there we immediately boarded the Channel Steamers and were soon on our way. The Fourth Brigade General Staff had embarked the Channel Steamers and were with us. After a long eventful trip we were towed into Boulogne about mid-morning[v]. We then marched up the steep hill to the tented assembling centre at the top. The cooks got busy as everyone was hungry. It had been a long long night. After supper we marched to the Boulogne station where we boarded a French train. After riding in the darkness for nearly seven hours, we detrained, the station sign said St. Omer. The next day and for several days after that we were again on the move always edging closer to the front line. On the Thursday, we arrived at a small French village called Eeyck [Eecke], and were told we would rest here for a few days. We did and while we were there we heard (through the grapevine) that someone had swiped the Colonel’s horse while the Transport wasn’t looking. It turned out to be true.

On the Saturday we were inspected by Major General Alderson who was said to be the Commander of the Canadian Corp. The following day our Chaplain Captain Carlisle held an open-air service that was well attended. He preached a wonderful sermon and we all sang the old favourites. The following Tuesday we were again on the march, and after a day or so we arrived in Dranoutre which was considered the gateway to the Western Front. After supper we started marching again and a few hours later the order “Single File” was given. We then left the cobblestone road and entered a soggy field still in single file. Everything was quiet until Billy Dewer [sic] let out a yell. He had been hit in the leg and dropped. We all dropped with him. The stretcher bearers took care of Billy, our first casualty, while the rest of “d” [company] continued to a sand bagged area, where we relieved the 3rd Royal Fusiliers.

The Platoon officers were busy setting out the guards, possibly the most that had been assigned since the war started. When daylight came it was interesting to read the sign “S.P. No. 20. This strong point must be held at all costs.” It made us feel important. AS we thought things over, we realized we had travelled from Queens Park and Wolseley Barracks to the Western Front. It had taken us nearly a year, (with lots of activities in between) to do so but here we were at last. What the future held only time would tell.

We have omitted some of the details as space is a factor. We know you will understand.

Top of page of “Memory”.

Bottom of page of “Memory”.

The “memory” relates the Battalion’s departure from London, Ontario where it formed from October 1914 until its departure on April 12, 1915. It relates in some detail giving the reader some insight to the experiences of the rank and file of the Battalion. The images of the “sparsely settled country” of the south shore of the province Quebec and the immense forests of New Brunswick contrast with the rare civilizing experience of dining in the “Dining Car” of the train, giving rise to the logistics involve in transporting the 1,000 odd men of the Battalion. This speaks to the relative small geographic reach a typical Canadian of that era would have experienced, especially the native-born Canadians. Travel by train for a labourer or farmer would be rare and of short distance and duration and the relative economic ability to partake in using the facility of a dining car on a train was rare enough to make the author of this memory remark upon it.

A trip from London, Ontario to Halifax today takes 1 day and 10 hours and appears to mimic the same route by travelling along the north shore of Lake Ontario and the St. Lawrence River until Montreal, where it slides south over the river and follows the south shore, effectively paralleling it until the tracks hit Mont Joli, Quebec. Turning south, the train would cross the Gaspe Peninsula and entering New Brunswick at Campbellton passing through Bathurst, Moncton, Truro until its last stop, Halifax. The trip took seven days and must have been monotonous for the soldiers aboard the train. Even with the breaks at Moncton and Truro the men must have been itching to get aboard the transport and get on their way to the next stage of their service.

A brief description of the crossing offers some insight into the activities of the men. Some gambling ensues “Crown and Anchor” and a later memory relates how one of the soldiers, Private George Dickson, reg. no. 53410, who tattooed the soldiers’ arms with the crest of the 18th Battalion as the men travelled aboard ship. Though there “was not too much excitement” one would suspect that there was tension and expectation and a little melancholy for those soldiers leaving family in Canada and anticipation for those men who still had family in the British Isles.

On April 29, 1915 the Battalion arrived and set foot on the soil of England and very quickly they were transported (in four hours in contrast to seven days) to West Sandling, Kent to begin their next stage of training. The train trip must have an eye opener for the rural born and raised from Canada. They were travelling in the cradle Empire, witnessing a vibrant society that was one of the most powerful Empires in known history. The turn of the century and the end of the Victorian era with its replacement of the Edwardians and the relative comfort and national malaise which helped lead to the current events that lead to war and required the men of the 18th Battalion to train, fight, and sacrifice for this country passing by the windows of the train carriages transporting them closer to the mechanized and organized Armageddon of the Western Front. These soldiers would experience this new era, the Great War, in its full force and fury. But, for now, the pastoral fields of England passed, enveloped by the Spring of 1915.

Seventeen days of travel resulted in four months of training and the Battalion embarked for the Continent and Flanders on September 15, 1915. The “memory” offers a brief description of the route taken by the Battalion and compresses time by relating six days of activity in one paragraph culminating in relating an event very important to the family of the author:

“After supper we started marching again and a few hours later the order “Single File” was given. We then left the cobblestone road and entered a soggy field still in single file. Everything was quiet until Billy Dewer [sic] let out a yell. He had been hit in the leg and dropped. We all dropped with him. The stretcher bearers took care of Billy, our first casualty, while the rest of “d” [company] continued to a sand bagged area, where we relieved the 3rd Royal Fusiliers.”

The War Diary of the Medical Officer relates this event with this entry: “While marching to R.E. Farm no. 53902 Pte. Dewar was wounded by bullet through fleshy part of thigh. Was sent to hospital.”  [emphasis by author] The significance of this event for Private Dewar is not in dispute, but even with the official record of the war diary relating this event there was a certainly lack of certainty making claim that this relative (my Grandfather on my mother’s side) was, in fact, the absolutely first soldier of the 18th Battalion to be wounded during active service. The “memory” not only confirms this but puts it in a broader context, connecting Private Dewar more intimately with the unit as they call him “Billy” and not Bill or William. This was detail gives us his nickname and solidifies his existence in the history of the Battalion. The events being related happened fifty-five years prior to their writing in the 1970s and thirty years after my Grand Father had died, having passed on April 18, 1939. There is a certain comfort and pride that his memory and experience was remembered by the author of this “memory” and it was a shock to see his name on the page. His wounding required over a year and a half treatment and convalescence before he was fit for service and returned to his Battalion.

One wonders what ribbing or teasing occurred from his comrades-in-arms as they met after the war at their Association events and reunions. His wounding and its significance to the Battalion history and folklore may have fueled may stories from the survivors of the original members of the Battalion.

The “memory” stands on its own but there is not doubt of its significance to the author of this blog and his family. Private Billy Dewar. One of the many who made the 18th Battalion a living part of our Canadian Military heritage. Thanks to Private Rogers and his family it can be shared to a larger audience.

  [i] S.S. Grampian.

[ii] The H.M.S. Cumberland was an Monmouth-Class armored cruiser.

[iii] This is a curious memory as Antal and Shackelton in Duty Nobly Done: The Official History of the Essex and Kent Scottish Regiment, indicate that the Cumberland escorted the S.S. Grampian and other ships of that convoy until they met two anti-submarine destroyers at the Bristol Channel, after which the Cumberland departed.

[iv] The port of Avonmouth, a part of Bristol, is on the Severn River.

[v] One of the paddle-steamers collided with a Royal Naval destroyer during maneuvering at Folkestone, England. This may have necessitated a tow from another ship for the steamer transporting the Battalion to make the journey across the Channel safely. The War Diary is not clear about this event and gives the impression that the Battalion needed more than one steamer to transport the Battalion. See September 14, 1915 War Diary entry for reference.

“Do Your Remember the Night We Left London?”: First in the Series of “MEMORIES” Introduction The blog has come into the possession of an exciting and valuable series of documents care of Dan Moat, a member of the 18th Battalion Facebook Group.

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