#Disbelieving - That's the real crime!

[snaoisean]

im like a sleeper agent for newt and hermann pacificrim all you need to do to activate me is play touch tone telephone

[4rielle]

Oc edit or something. I don’t have a name for him yet so I’m open to suggestions.

Template from ⭐️SH3LLY⭐️ on CapCut

[royalphantompain]

Don't hang up yet

I'm not done

I'm an expert

I'm the one

The one who is right all along

Better to be laughed at than wrong

[lady-lostmind]

This is NOT Music

Written for @steddiebingo Twelve Days of Christmas Prompts: Music and Scrooge

Rating: T | WC: 509 Thank you @oh-stars for betaing!!

Eddie groans, leaning forward to bang his head on the dash of Steve’s car and then flopping over onto his shoulder like he’s perished on the spot. 

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes. “You’re being ridiculous. Stop being such a fucking scrooge.” 

Eddie jerks back up with a gasp. “I am so not a scrooge!”

Steve looks over at him with wide eyes and a disbelieving smirk, “Uh– yeah. You are.” 

Eddie flails his hands around in front of him and starts counting things off on his fingers. “One: I suggested getting a real tree for the apartment. You and Buckley wanted a fucking plastic one. Two: I asked you guys to do the Christmas movie night and you said, and I quote “I don’t like any Christmas movies.” Three: I said we should do Secret Santa with all the hellions. Four: –”

Steve reaches over and swats his hands down. “Okay, okay. I get it. But– Come on, Eds. Who doesn’t like Christmas music?” 

Eddie shakes his head and cackles meanly. “Oh, Stevie, This–” He points to the radio where ‘Last Christmas’ is coming cheerily through the speakers. “ – is NOT music.” 

Steve scoffs. “It’s festive!” 

Eddie’s face scrunches in disgust. “It’s terrible! And this is not festive! It’s depressing!” 

Steve laughs and reaches forward to turn the volume up and starts belting along to the chorus. “LAST CHRISTMAS I GAVE YOU MY HEART–”

Eddie groans again, thumping his head back onto the dash. “This is my worst nightmare.”

Steve pulls into Robin’s driveway and she hops in the back seat with a little gasp. “I love this song!” She leans forward to turn it up even more, joining in with Steve’s singing. “THIS YEAR TO SAVE ME FROM TEARS, –” 

Eddie groans, tugging on his hair. “ I take it back. THIS is my worst nightmare. Who even is this? Fucking WHAM!?” 

Steve nods enthusiastically, still singing. “I’LL GIVE IT TO SOMEONE SPECIAL.” He bats his lashes at Eddie and runs his hand up his thigh. 

Robin blanches and swats Steve’s shoulder. “EW! Don’t be gross in front of me.”

Eddie’s jaw drops in offense. “First you torture me with this absolute trash–” He gestures to the radio again. “ – and now you’re insulting my relationship?” He crosses his arms and leans back against his seat. “Talk about a scrooge.”

Robin reaches up and smacks his arm. “How dare you call me a scrooge, Eddie Munson!” 

Eddie shrugs. “You basically just ‘Bah! Humbugged our love.” He points between him and Steve. “That’s basically a hate crime.” 

Steve chuckles under his breath and nods. “He’s got you there, Rob.” 

Robin scoffs and rolls her eyes. “I’m not even justifying that with a response. But there’s no way that I’m the scrooge in this car. If any of us are a scrooge–” She looks at Eddie with raised eyebrows and wide eyes.

Eddie shakes his head wildly, holding his hands up in front of her to start counting off again. “One: –” 

Steve puts his hand over Eddie’s mouth. “Please don’t get him started again!” 

[hughiecampbelle]

Charnel House (Will Graham x Sibling!Reader)

Character/s: Will, Jack

Word Count: 1,284

Inspired By: I've Been Dying by Deadbeat Girl

A/N: I absolutely love sibling dynamics!!! I still don't know a lot of Wills past or upbringing, so I kept things pretty vague, but the idea of him being a protective older brother is too sweet not to write! So sorry it's off schedule! I was so stumped with what to write and then the idea came this morning :) Anyways, enjoy my loves!!! Feedback is always appreciated!!! ❤🥩❤🥩❤🥩❤🥩❤🥩❤🥩❤🥩

WRITING EVENT ❤️🔪🩸

Young, Will thinks, you are too young for this. Crime scene tape. Massacred families. Blood splattered walls. Small pools of red beneath their heads dripping, dribbling, down the dining room table. Pale skin. Wide eyes. You follow him like you did when you were children, close behind. Bumping into him, stepping on his heels, apologizing quietly. He resists the urge to grab your hand, squeeze it, and remind you to look both ways before crossing the street. He resists the urge to hold you back, shield your eyes, pretend like this is all one bad dream. It’s not. Beside him Jack Crawford. Next is Bev, Price, Zeller. Countless nameless faces in and out of frame. Trailing one another. Jack says something he cannot understand, his attention focused on you. You get that look in your eyes, where your pupils grow big and you get this million yard stare. What do you see? He wants to ask, but remains silent. You are not a baby in this room. You don’t need his guidance or protection. You are a guest, neither FBI nor teacher, but help nonetheless. You are working. He must remind himself you are here as equal. Perhaps not an equal, perhaps your pedestal is taller than his. He glances back at his coworkers, friends he’d say if he were stretching the truth, all of them smirking, laughing at something obviously inappropriate. He tries to smile along, to pretend, but the effort is futile. When he searches behind him you are gone. 

He’s not sure how the topic came up. Was it in therapy? Rattling off anecdotes of his youth. A crucial piece of himself is coming up. Without it, the story would be incomplete. Or, was it in passing? To Be or Alana, both is a possibility. His “gift” is neither special nor worth talking about. Not when his baby could do so much more. Stories of your childhood. Disorganized, without linear time. You are in your pajamas, so small, so scared. Crying to him about a man hanging in your closet. Another monster under the bed. Old houses, with creaky floorboards and white-haired women. Running through the hallways, your feet patting against the thick runners, screeching and giggling. Playing. Not with imaginary friends, like the women laughed. With the dead, he wants to correct, but bites his tongue. You’d been able to see them all of your life. Some are more eager than others. The children are the most trusting. People who went peacefully. Others are harsh. Vengeful. Stitching their existence to you. Unable to shake them off. Seeing them. A young woman in the bathtub, her wrists open. Splashing in the bubbles, in the red only you could see. Finding yourself wandering through fields, through trees to unmarked graves. Begging to be believed. Both of you. Someone suggested your name. Startled, his worlds colliding, his words stern. No one listened though. Each of them wary, disbelieving, and yet so desperate. He makes the call, afraid their voices, their words will somehow taint your world. Somehow they will turn you into him. 

The killer elusive. Skilled, capable, and thoughtful. Massacring entire families. They’re not innocent, though. There are always secrets keeping them together. It’s the daughter you see. Not exactly intact. Her wounds bleeding, her dress stained, though she does not react to it. They rarely ever do. Up the stairs she leads, moving through various officers. Opaque, and unfortunately very real, you squeeze past them, trying your best not to disrupt their investigation. Loony, you heard one say to the other in a low voice. This is not the first time you’ve had someone doubt you in this way. It would not be the last. At first wanting to play. A massive dollhouse sits in her room. A family much like hers lays scattered across the rug. Bodies face down. Joints bent in inhumane ways. When you look inside, it matches the very house you’re standing in. Beaming, you compliment her. It was lovely. The wallpaper from her room pasted across the walls of the toy. Her replica sits on her bed waiting to be played with. She moves to the window where she points to a swing set. It must've been built when she was a baby. After all these years, these snowy winters, it moves in the wind. Unstable, but loved dearly. A swing for her and her brother, never forced to share. Enough to go around. A slide and monkey bars. Scenic, you think. Familiar and yet so foreign.

Reaching out, attempting to grab your hand, she leads you out, down the stairs. The scene has been cleared. Only your brother stands in the dining room. He does as he has been trained to. This ability described to you dozens of times. He feels himself pull out the gun. Aim it at each of them. You want to watch, but she insists, eager to show you. You disappear into the kitchen where a set of stairs leads to the basement. Neither the son nor the parents make themselves known. You’ve been tricked before. And yet, you trust her. There’s no way to explain it. And so, you follow. Unfinished, it sits with dirt floors and cold, concrete walls. Above you, Will's footsteps move across the room. You can trace his path. The girl urges you forward. A washing machine and dryer sit behind an open doorway. She moves past it though, further. A small hole carved into the wall. Small. Too small. Tugging at a board placed over it until it falls to the floor. Right away you smell something familiar. It’s a scent you’ve grown accustomed to. Something rotten. Rotting. Just a little, though. You come to realize the body is mostly gone. She points and you follow with your gaze. A skull. Next to it, a rib cage and spinal cord. Most of the outer flesh decayed, sunken into the dirt, but small parts remain. She stares at you, trying to read your expression. This is what the killer knew. Punishing her family for taking a life. Hiding the body. Thinking they could get away with it. 

You call for Will, your voice steady and unafraid. He comes running. So does everyone else. When you turn back to thank her, this little girl, innocent alongside her brother, she is gone. There is a second body further back, but you came without a flashlight. They question you, your knowledge, but Will comes to your defense, eager to shut down their accusations. Bev compliments you, says the whole Graham family is skilled in this department. You shrug it off, trying to hide your smile. Everyone knew about your brother, amazing and skilled. Few gave you the same credit. Whoever they were, they knew about the bodies in the basement. Thinking of themself as a vigilante of sorts. A killer of killers. Before you leave, you check the backyard, hoping to see her on her swing. It moves gently from the wing, back and forth, snow piled a few inches high on the seat. Jack congratulates you on your work. Neither you nor your brother have explained exactly what you can do to him, not exactly, and he does not insist on answers. Whatever you do, whatever the both of you do, it helps in the long run. Will hopes this collaboration will be a one time thing. Let you go back to your life unscathed. Unharmed. Already there is talk of another case, another murder. You don’t mind. You get to work with Will. You get to understand the dead. Help them in ways you’re typically forbidden from. Meddling, they used to say. Now you were of value.

[hearts4werka]

Missing

Summary: it’s been six months since your sister went missing, everyone gave up on the investigation but you’re determined to find her no matter what but someone comes along the way… Genre: Stalker, missing person, thriller, horror, crime investigation, dark aesthetic, stalker romance? (We won’t know yet) Warnings: mention of dark topics that may trigger some readers (idk which exactly, write them in the comments) ends on a cliffhanger. Read At Your Own Risk! authors note: this is my first fic and ive always been a fan of horror and stories that have me on the edge of my seat so writing this was a pleasure. English is not my first language so minor grammar mistakes might occur. Hope you enjoy!

This is part 1 of the ‘Missing’ series!

Its been six months since my sister disappeared, vanished out of thin air without a trace left behind.

I tried to get the police to continue investigation after three months but they always say the same thing ‘she’s probably dead’ or ‘there’s no possibility she’s still out there alive’ so I decided to try and collect more information by myself since I believe I can find her and finally reunite which her after so long from being apart from each other.

A month ago on the anniversary of my sisters disappearance, I found out I have a stalker and it started to make my anxiety worsen which only adds onto the struggles in my life I have to deal with and a mixture of thoughts racing through my mind at once, I could feel myself loosing control and desperately trying to grasp reality at times, to deciphering what is real and what lives in my head becoming harder and harder every day. Feeling myself slowly loose my mind in this dark world I’ve been placed in.

My best friend Nora was helping with the investigation while the police was operating but when they called quits on the case, she went with them and left me to be alone on the case.

My brain refuses to believe she’s dead, she’s out there and I’ll find her no matter what. No matter the price I’ll have to pay

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Im sitting in my living room after a long day of work, reading the front page of the mornings newspaper titled “Young adult vanished without a trace in the town of Boston” they ended her investigation three months ago and still write about her in the newspaper since they’re clearly out of interesting stories.

It’s full of conspiracy theories of what could have happened to her, there’s even one that says there’s a possibility she’s been abducted by aliens? I shake my head in disbelieve reading through that article. I call complete bullshit. People still believe in aliens these days?

Ive been through numerous newspapers and articles I could find on the internet but it was always the same thing, she’s probably kidnapped or have been killed by her potential kidnapper. I’ve gathered so many newspapers in the span of the few months that a pile is starting to form on my coffee table.

I push my sliding glasses up the bridge of my nose when a sudden feeling of being observed washes over me. My gaze rips away from the newspaper to try and find something or someone but I find nothing in the darkness while the only source of light is a single lamp next to the couch along with the moonlight pooling through the windows.

Theres no one in the room besides me and the shadows taunting me for still having hope that she’s out there, what if she really isn’t alive anymore? I’m ripped out of the spiral of my thoughts with a single buzz of my phone. Checking what it could be I see it’s a message from an unknown number, by the content of the message there’s only one person that it could be. My stalker.

Unknown : Still searching for that little sister of yours?

Looking around the dark room I once again find nothing, I gaze back down at the message and type out a response, the noise of my nails hitting the phone screen echo and spread around the space surrounding me.

Me : Leave me alone.

After the message got sent, I drop my phone next to me on the couch and return my focus to the newspaper. Flipping through the pages to find anything useful, I’m desperate at this point for any kind of information that might help.

Slowly loosing hope that I’ll find anything in the newspaper, one article in particular catches my eye…

[attention-k-mart-shoppers]

Touch-Tone Telephone is Dib-coded

For context:

Dib Membrane is a character from Invader Zim. He is the only human in the entire Skool who knows Zim is an alien. He often claims himself to be a paranormal investigator, but nobody ever believes his theories, even with proof, especially his theory that aliens are real.

(to know more about Dib, you can watch Invader Zim on Paramount+ if you have a subscription)

Now, let's get to the main post

Before you read, just know that i've never done one of these analysis posts before, so it's a little rough

"I think it's time for you to know the awful truth

Mm, the truth about me, and the truth about you"

This lyric reminds me of Dib standing up in front of the class and talking about his theories, specifically the first episode when he first meets Zim and tries to prove to the class that he's an alien (which nobody believes, of course)

"'Cause you're a brand-new species

Big cat (oh-oh), space [people], Robert Stack (oh, oh)

God-damn it, gonna snap, Leonard Nimoy (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)

Call me back (call me back)"

In the original song, this is the singer talking indirectly to his idols (i forgot who they were specifically). This reminded me a bit of how Dib always tries to get on Mysterious Mysteries, his favorite TV show, but the people behind the show never believe the truths in front of their eyes, but only the silliest stuff, for example, a man in a chicken costume was believed to be a chicken-human hybrid just because the zipper got stuck and he couldn't get out of the costume

"I try to call you every day

I'm rehearsing what to say when the truth comes out (of my very own mouth)

I've been working on a unified theory

If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out"

'Cause I'm the right one

On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone

I'm the only one

On your AM, AM radio

Oh, I'm crying now, authentic tears

They flow out of me when I think about you

'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand

'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand the meaning of this

Oh my god

I try, and I try, and I try to make you listen to me"

All the highlighted stuff here is once again probably about Mysterious Mysteries

"I try to call you every day

I'm rehearsing what to say when the truth comes out (of my very own mouth)

I've been working on a unified theory

If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out

'Cause I'm the right one

On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone

I'm the only one (hey)

On your AM, AM radio"

"Don't hang up yet, I'm not done"

The people behind Mysterious Mysteries often hang up on Dib when he tries to tell them about things that they deem nonsensical

"I'm an expert, I'm the one

The one who was right all along

Better to be laughed at than wrong"

Dib often gets made fun of at school, behind the scenes of Mysterious Mysteries, and even by his own dad for his theories, but he never gives up

"I'm an expert in my field

UFOlogy, yes, it's all real

Ancient aliens, it's all true

I'm an expert just like you

And like you, I'm a genius before my time"

I watched a Touch-Tone Telephone animation with Dib a while ago, and during the lyric highlighted here, it showed a poster of Dib's dad, Professor Membrane, who's a world-famous scientist who always tells Dib that he should study "real science" just like he does, instead of studying aliens and other things. I like the theory that Dib is indirectly talking to Professor Membrane here about how he'll become famous one day just like his father

"Disbelieving, that's the real crime

Pretty soon, they'll discover me

In the Super-Sargasso Sea

I try to call you every day

What can I say when the truth comes out? (Of my very own mouth)

I've been working on a unified theory

If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out (now)

'Cause I'm the right one (now) on my touch-tone telephone (now)

On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone

I'm the only one on your AM radio

(On your AM, AM radio)"

Thanks for reading! I was very excited to write this since I love Touch-Tone Telephone and relate to Dib a lot.

[avalovesfolkpunk]

CAN I PLZ RANT ABT HOW TOUCH-TONE TELEPHONE IS SO FYOZAI CODED, GUY HEAR ME OUT PLEASE.

'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand

'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand the meaning of this

LIKE DAZAI IS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN SLIGHTLY CURE FYODORS BOREDOM. THEY BITH HAVE RIDICULOUS INTELLIGENCE TO THE POINT ONLY THEY CAN TRULY KNOW THE OTHERS MOTIVES.

And like you, I'm a genius before my time

Disbelieving, that's the real crime

Pretty soon, they'll discover me

GENIUS BEFORE MY TIME?? I KNOW SOUKOKU IS ONE SOUL IN TWO BODIES, BUT FYOZAI IS PRACTICALLY ONE BRAIN IN TWO BODIES. “THEYLL DISCOVER ME” FYODORS ABILITY, HIS TRUE PAST, HIS MOTIVES?? ITS LIKELY WE WOULDNT HAVE HAD ANY OF THIS REVEALED WITHOUT DAZAI, CHUUYA, AND SIGMA. (NIKOLAI TOO OFC.)

IM SORRY GUYS I DONT HAVE ANYONE TO RANT TO ABOUT THIS

[glistennglimmer]

I think it's time for you to know the awful truth Mm, the truth about me, and the truth about you 'Cause you're a brand-new species Big cat (oh-oh), space Nazis, Robert Stack (oh, oh) God-damn it, gonna snap, Leonard Nimoy (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) Call me back (call me back)

I try to call you every day I'm rehearsing what to say when the truth comes out (of my very own mouth) I've been working on a unified theory If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out

'Cause I'm the right one On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone I'm the only one On your AM, AM radio

Oh, I'm crying now, authentic tears They flow out of me when I think about you 'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand 'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand the meaning of this Oh my god I try, and I try, and I try to make you listen to me

I try to call you every day I'm rehearsing what to say when the truth comes out (of my very own mouth) I've been working on a unified theory If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out

'Cause I'm the right one On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone I'm the only one (hey) On your AM, AM radio

Don't hang up yet, I'm not done I'm an expert, I'm the one The one who was right all along Better to be laughed at than wrong

I'm an expert in my field UFOlogy, yes, it's all real Ancient aliens, it's all true I'm an expert just like you

And like you, I'm a genius before my time Disbelieving, that's the real crime Pretty soon, they'll discover me In the Super-Sargasso Sea

I try to call you every day What can I say when the truth comes out? (Of my very own mouth) I've been working on a unified theory If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out (now)

'Cause I'm the right one (now) on my touch-tone telephone (now) On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone I'm the only one on your AM radio (On your AM, AM radio)

“...Okay, what the fuck is this??”

[spirit-phone-daily]

Touch-Tone Telephone

“ Disbelieving, that's the real crime ”

Lyric 38/48

Song 2/14

[under-the-mud]

here's a list of my hcs for the tv show Numb3rs that nobody asked for nor does anybody want but they've been bouncing around in my head and i need to get them out. (warning: this contains spoilers and i just started season 3)

i love past amita/charlie bc i do believe that they had chemistry at one point but i love even more ian edgerton/charlie eppes

i think billy cooper was don eppes' gay awakening but don has since not felt anything towards another man so he is unlabeled. he will never deny that what he feelsfelt for billy was real

alan eppes is queer and probably so was his wife

charlie eppes is genderqueer and uses he/they pronouns

though it usually makes him frustrated, charlie loves having to prove himself to disbelieving people. it gives him a rush and makes him competitive. hence ian and charlie's relationship

i don't really see don settling down with anybody

i'm such a sucker for megan/larry i love them so much they are my aunt and uncle

and lets be so forreal, they'd be the best aunt/uncles to everybody

like you feel a little lost in any situation and you're looking to feel a little more lost? you call uncle larry. you want some good, kinda blunt advice delivered to you wrapped up in bows and sweets? you call aunt megan

back to don, 110% the funcle of the family. you'd also go to him for advice.

ian wants to be the funcle. charlie thinks he's the funcle. larry knows he's not the funcle.

the kids are all intimidated by ian and he thinks it's funny

"the kids" are colby and davids'. they have three

alan is everybody's grandpa

ian and charlie have one that they adopted after the kid was a victim in a crime scene

more often than not don is over at the edgerton-eppes house or the kid is at don's house bc the two of them are really close

and don would be a good dad. fantastic dad even

billy and don get a dog. they also have a cat.

they realize they're not dog people so they give the dog to the kid so the kid has a friend and instead get two more cats

alan is a cat person

every sunday night they ALL have dinner together at the craftsman

and friday nights all the kids and some adults all get together and have pizza and movie night. they rotate houses.

charlie has many plants. ian tries not to kill them

larry and megan have even more plants

there is a plant in room or office space of their floor of the fbi

including the elevator

the team stages an intervention when one ends up in the interrogation room

i have more don't worry

[hannigramislife]

#1 scene from my Random Mdzs Fanfiction:

Prompt: What if 3zun reincarnated in modern au?

Added touch: What if I make it a mafia au? What if Jin Guangyao always remembered the past, while Lan Xichen didn't remember yet? What if Nie Mingjue only remembered after his father died and he took over the family business aka organized crime mafia? Oh, and Lan Xichen is a lawyer, childhood best friend of Nie Mingjue who had no idea what he was up to?

Scene: Jin Guangyao gets involved into this mafia world, not knowing either Nmj or Lxc in this life.

"This is not real." Jin Guangyao was, for once, completely shocked. "There is no way...you-"

"And here I thought you came to see me." Nie Mingjue, arguably the most morally strict person he'd known in both lifetimes, apparent crime boss of one of the largest gangs of the country, smirked at Jin Guangyao. He wore simple black suit pants, and a white buttoned up shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal tattoos slithering over his forearms. His hair was long as Jin Guangyao remembered, and he felt a pang in his chest seeing them put in the same Nie braids as back then.

He remembered. There was no other explanation. Jin Guangyao let out a disbelieving laugh- he was being delivered to the man he'd killed and dismembered in his past life, like a perfectly wrapped gift of revenge. What an insane situation.

"This has to be some sort of karma," he said quietly, looking Nie Mingjue in the eye. "This doesn't seem like your usual scene, gang leader." Sect leader, is what he meant with the slow drawl of the title.

Nie Mingjue looked him up and down, his gaze burning and as intense as it had always been.

"Isn't it?" Nie Mingjue said, tilting his head in mock thought. "It feels quite familiar. A powerful leader holding a nobody's fate in his hands. Haven't we been here before?"

Jin Guangyao felt the words hit like a punch in the face. Those were not words his Nie Mingjue would have said. The sect leader he knew was brash and blunt, but also with a stubborn sense of fairness and justice. Much as Jin Guangyao was loathe to admit, Nie Mingjue was one of those powerful people that didn't seem to lord it over others. It was his warrior strength that Nie Mingjue had prided himself in, not his status.

This Nie Mingjue, clearly, knew power better.

[positivelybeastly]

REPOST & LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE .

In no particular order . . .

Touch-Tone Telephone, by Lemon Demon.

And like you, I'm a genius before my time Disbelieving, that's the real crime Pretty soon, they'll discover me In the Super-Sargasso Sea I try to call you every day What can I say when the truth comes out? (Of my very own mouth) I've been working on a unified theory If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out (now)

Dust and Ashes, by Josh Groban.

Is this how I die? Was there ever any other way my life could be? Is this how I die? Such a slough of feelings inside of me But then why am I screaming? Why am I shaking? Oh god, was there something that I missed? Did I squander my divinity? Was happiness within me the whole time?

Dead Man's Party, by Oingo Boingo.

I got my best suit and my tie Shiny silver dollar on either eye I hear the chauffeur comin' to my door Says there's room for maybe just one more I was struck by lighting, walkin' down the street I was hit by something last night in my sleep It's a dead man's party, who could ask for more Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door Leave your body and soul at the door

Dr. Wanna Do, by Caro Emerald.

I sat down and I waited Til I heard my name get called It's like I'm at races And I think I won them all He asked me to step forward First I caught my breath, and ran For endless observation In the hands of Superman

What This World Is Coming to, by Nate Ruess ft. Beck.

So let's get high in the moonlight Even the stars go right over our head I know I'm gonna shine here in the afterlife Leaving the fight for peace of mind instead You know that I can't stop thinkin' bout you You're the source of everything I do You brought faith to songs I sing, so I went and bought a diamond ring I wanna spend each night here with you

Paper Rings, by Taylor Swift.

In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool When you jumped in first, I went in too I'm with you even if it makes me blue Which takes me back To the color that we painted your brother's wall Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws We wouldn't be standing here so tall, so Kiss you once 'cause I know you had a long night (Oh) Kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause you waited your whole life (One, two, one two three four)

Tagged by: @revenantinflames (Thank you!)

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it!

Honestly, these give me such different energies and correlate to entirely different Hanks and different time periods:

Dust and Ashes has me RIGHT in Morrisonian body angst and depression.

What This World Is Coming To has me in what I'm starting to call the 'animal with no natural habitat' aspect of Hank's feeling of never belonging and need to find solace in others.

Paper Rings is his hopeless romanticism and boundless energy.

Dr. Wanna Do is his sexuality and his confidence.

Dead Man's Party is his eccentricity and moroseness and fascination with the unknown.

And Touch-Tone Telephone is . . . well. All of it, actually.

[lodger-art]

🎵 I'm an expert in my field

UFOlogy, yes, it's all real

Ancient aliens, it's all true

I'm an expert just like you

And like you, I'm a genius before my time

Disbelieving, that's the real crime

Pretty soon, they'll discover me

In the Super-Sargasso Sea! 🎵

[missholloween]

Como cojones pongo el simbolito del infinito Hyl estoy atrapado en una espiral de mi propia invención nooooooo-

Eres tan graciose, Makoche. Te lo dicen demasiado poco

"I'm an expert just like you

And like you I'm a genius / before my time

Disbelieving? That's the real crime!"

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The Guardian had a copy of “Letter to America” posted, but once these TikToks went viral, the Guardian took it down, which has only led to more interest in the letter and conspiracies from TikTokers who say this is part of the media and the powers that control it trying to silence the truth.

The letter from the Guardian:

In the Name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful,

"Permission to fight (against disbelievers) is given to those (believers) who are fought against, because they have been wronged and surely, Allah is Able to give them (believers) victory" [Quran 22:39]

"Those who believe, fight in the Cause of Allah, and those who disbelieve, fight in the cause of Taghut (anything worshipped other than Allah e.g. Satan). So fight you against the friends of Satan; ever feeble is indeed the plot of Satan."[Quran 4:76]

Some American writers have published articles under the title 'On what basis are we fighting?' These articles have generated a number of responses, some of which adhered to the truth and were based on Islamic Law, and others which have not. Here we wanted to outline the truth - as an explanation and warning - hoping for Allah's reward, seeking success and support from Him.

While seeking Allah's help, we form our reply based on two questions directed at the Americans:

(Q1) Why are we fighting and opposing you?

Q2)What are we calling you to, and what do we want from you?

As for the first question: Why are we fighting and opposing you? The answer is very simple:

(1) Because you attacked us and continue to attack us.

a) You attacked us in Palestine:

(i) Palestine, which has sunk under military occupation for more than 80 years. The British handed over Palestine, with your help and your support, to the Jews, who have occupied it for more than 50 years; years overflowing with oppression, tyranny, crimes, killing, expulsion, destruction and devastation. The creation and continuation of Israel is one of the greatest crimes, and you are the leaders of its criminals. And of course there is no need to explain and prove the degree of American support for Israel. The creation of Israel is a crime which must be erased. Each and every person whose hands have become polluted in the contribution towards this crime must pay its*price, and pay for it heavily.

(ii) It brings us both laughter and tears to see that you have not yet tired of repeating your fabricated lies that the Jews have a historical right to Palestine, as it was promised to them in the Torah. Anyone who disputes with them on this alleged fact is accused of anti-semitism. This is one of the most fallacious, widely-circulated fabrications in history. The people of Palestine are pure Arabs and original Semites. It is the Muslims who are the inheritors of Moses (peace be upon him) and the inheritors of the real Torah that has not been changed. Muslims believe in all of the Prophets, including Abraham, Moses, Jesus and Muhammad, peace and blessings of Allah be upon them all. If the followers of Moses have been promised a right to Palestine in the Torah, then the Muslims are the most worthy nation of this.

When the Muslims conquered Palestine and drove out the Romans, Palestine and Jerusalem returned to Islaam, the religion of all the Prophets peace be upon them. Therefore, the call to a historical right to Palestine cannot be raised against the Islamic Ummah that believes in all the Prophets of Allah (peace and blessings be upon them) - and we make no distinction between them.

(iii) The blood pouring out of Palestine must be equally revenged. You must know that the Palestinians do not cry alone; their women are not widowed alone; their sons are not orphaned alone.

(b) You attacked us in Somalia; you supported the Russian atrocities against us in Chechnya, the Indian oppression against us in Kashmir, and the Jewish aggression against us in Lebanon.

(c) Under your supervision, consent and orders, the governments of our countries which act as your agents, attack us on a daily basis;

(i) These governments prevent our people from establishing the Islamic Shariah, using violence and lies to do so.

(ii) These governments give us a taste of humiliation, and places us in a large prison of fear and subdual.

(iii) These governments steal our Ummah's wealth and sell them to you at a paltry price.

(iv) These governments have surrendered to the Jews, and handed them most of Palestine, acknowledging the existence of their state over the dismembered limbs of their own people.

(v) The removal of these governments is an obligation upon us, and a necessary step to free the Ummah, to make the Shariah the supreme law and to regain Palestine. And our fight against these governments is not separate from out fight against you.

(d) You steal our wealth and oil at paltry prices because of you international influence and military threats. This theft is indeed the biggest theft ever witnessed by mankind in the history of the world.

(e) Your forces occupy our countries; you spread your military bases throughout them; you corrupt our lands, and you besiege our sanctities, to protect the security of the Jews and to ensure the continuity of your pillage of our treasures.

(f) You have starved the Muslims of Iraq, where children die every day. It is a wonder that more than 1.5 million Iraqi children have died as a result of your sanctions, and you did not show concern. Yet when 3000 of your people died, the entire world rises and has not yet sat down.

(g) You have supported the Jews in their idea that Jerusalem is their eternal capital, and agreed to move your embassy there. With your help and under your protection, the Israelis are planning to destroy the Al-Aqsa mosque. Under the protection of your weapons, Sharon entered the Al-Aqsa mosque, to pollute it as a preparation to capture and destroy it.

(2) These tragedies and calamities are only a few examples of your oppression and aggression against us. It is commanded by our religion and intellect that the oppressed have a right to return the aggression. Do not await anything from us but Jihad, resistance and revenge. Is it in any way rational to expect that after America has attacked us for more than half a century, that we will then leave her to live in security and peace?!!

(3) You may then dispute that all the above does not justify aggression against civilians, for crimes they did not commit and offenses in which they did not partake:

(a) This argument contradicts your continuous repetition that America is the land of freedom, and its leaders in this world. Therefore, the American people are the ones who choose their government by way of their own free will; a choice which stems from their agreement to its policies. Thus the American people have chosen, consented to, and affirmed their support for the Israeli oppression of the Palestinians, the occupation and usurpation of their land, and its continuous killing, torture, punishment and expulsion of the Palestinians. The American people have the ability and choice to refuse the policies of their Government and even to change it if they want.

(b) The American people are the ones who pay the taxes which fund the planes that bomb us in Afghanistan, the tanks that strike and destroy our homes in Palestine, the armies which occupy our lands in the Arabian Gulf, and the fleets which ensure the blockade of Iraq. These tax dollars are given to Israel for it to continue to attack us and penetrate our lands. So the American people are the ones who fund the attacks against us, and they are the ones who oversee the expenditure of these monies in the way they wish, through their elected candidates.

(c) Also the American army is part of the American people. It is this very same people who are shamelessly helping the Jews fight against us.

(d) The American people are the ones who employ both their men and their women in the American Forces which attack us.

(e) This is why the American people cannot be not innocent of all the crimes committed by the Americans and Jews against us.

(f) Allah, the Almighty, legislated the permission and the option to take revenge. Thus, if we are attacked, then we have the right to attack back. Whoever has destroyed our villages and towns, then we have the right to destroy their villages and towns. Whoever has stolen our wealth, then we have the right to destroy their economy.

And whoever has killed our civilians, then we have the right to kill theirs.

The American Government and press still refuses to answer the question:

Why did they attack us in New York and Washington?

If Sharon is a man of peace in the eyes of Bush, then we are also men of peace!!! America does not understand the language of manners and principles, so we are addressing it using the language it understands.

(Q2) As for the second question that we want to answer: What are we calling you to, and what do we want from you?

(1) The first thing that we are calling you to is Islam.

(a) The religion of the Unification of God; of freedom from associating partners with Him, and rejection of this; of complete love of Him, the Exalted; of complete submission to His Laws; and of the discarding of all the opinions, orders, theories and religions which contradict with the religion He sent down to His Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him). Islam is the religion of all the prophets, and makes no distinction between them - peace be upon them all.

It is to this religion that we call you; the seal of all the previous religions. It is the religion of Unification of God, sincerity, the best of manners, righteousness, mercy, honour, purity, and piety. It is the religion of showing kindness to others, establishing justice between them, granting them their rights, and defending the oppressed and the persecuted. It is the religion of enjoining the good and forbidding the evil with the hand, tongue and heart. It is the religion of Jihad in the way of Allah so that Allah's Word and religion reign Supreme. And it is the religion of unity and agreement on the obedience to Allah, and total equality between all people, without regarding their colour, sex, or language.

(b) It is the religion whose book - the Quran - will remained preserved and unchanged, after the other Divine books and messages have been changed. The Quran is the miracle until the Day of Judgment. Allah has challenged anyone to bring a book like the Quran or even ten verses like it.

(2) The second thing we call you to, is to stop your oppression, lies, immorality and debauchery that has spread among you.

(a) We call you to be a people of manners, principles, honour, and purity; to reject the immoral acts of fornication, homosexuality, intoxicants, gambling's, and trading with interest.

We call you to all of this that you may be freed from that which you have become caught up in; that you may be freed from the deceptive lies that you are a great nation, that your leaders spread amongst you to conceal from you the despicable state to which you have reached.

(b) It is saddening to tell you that you are the worst civilization witnessed by the history of mankind:

(i) You are the nation who, rather than ruling by the Shariah of Allah in its Constitution and Laws, choose to invent your own laws as you will and desire. You separate religion from your policies, contradicting the pure nature which affirms Absolute Authority to the Lord and your Creator. You flee from the embarrassing question posed to you: How is it possible for Allah the Almighty to create His creation, grant them power over all the creatures and land, grant them all the amenities of life, and then deny them that which they are most in need of: knowledge of the laws which govern their lives?

(ii) You are the nation that permits Usury, which has been forbidden by all the religions. Yet you build your economy and investments on Usury. As a result of this, in all its different forms and guises, the Jews have taken control of your economy, through which they have then taken control of your media, and now control all aspects of your life making you their servants and achieving their aims at your expense; precisely what Benjamin Franklin warned you against.

(iii) You are a nation that permits the production, trading and usage of intoxicants. You also permit drugs, and only forbid the trade of them, even though your nation is the largest consumer of them.

(iv) You are a nation that permits acts of immorality, and you consider them to be pillars of personal freedom. You have continued to sink down this abyss from level to level until incest has spread amongst you, in the face of which neither your sense of honour nor your laws object.

Who can forget your President Clinton's immoral acts committed in the official Oval office? After that you did not even bring him to account, other than that he 'made a mistake', after which everything passed with no punishment. Is there a worse kind of event for which your name will go down in history and remembered by nations?

(v) You are a nation that permits gambling in its all forms. The companies practice this as well, resulting in the investments becoming active and the criminals becoming rich.

(vi) You are a nation that exploits women like consumer products or advertising tools calling upon customers to purchase them. You use women to serve passengers, visitors, and strangers to increase your profit margins. You then rant that you support the liberation of women.

(vii) You are a nation that practices the trade of sex in all its forms, directly and indirectly. Giant corporations and establishments are established on this, under the name of art, entertainment, tourism and freedom, and other deceptive names you attribute to it.

(viii) And because of all this, you have been described in history as a nation that spreads diseases that were unknown to man in the past. Go ahead and boast to the nations of man, that you brought them AIDS as a Satanic American Invention.

(xi) You have destroyed nature with your industrial waste and gases more than any other nation in history. Despite this, you refuse to sign the Kyoto agreement so that you can secure the profit of your greedy companies and*industries.

(x) Your law is the law of the rich and wealthy people, who hold sway in their political parties, and fund their election campaigns with their gifts. Behind them stand the Jews, who control your policies, media and economy.

(xi) That which you are singled out for in the history of mankind, is that you have used your force to destroy mankind more than any other nation in history; not to defend principles and values, but to hasten to secure your interests and profits. You who dropped a nuclear bomb on Japan, even though Japan was ready to negotiate an end to the war. How many acts of oppression, tyranny and injustice have you carried out, O callers to freedom?

(xii) Let us not forget one of your major characteristics: your duality in both manners and values; your hypocrisy in manners and principles. All*manners, principles and values have two scales: one for you and one for the others.

(a)The freedom and democracy that you call to is for yourselves and for white race only; as for the rest of the world, you impose upon them your monstrous, destructive policies and Governments, which you call the 'American friends'. Yet you prevent them from establishing democracies. When the Islamic party in Algeria wanted to practice democracy and they won the election, you unleashed your agents in the Algerian army onto them, and to attack them with tanks and guns, to imprison them and torture them - a new lesson from the 'American book of democracy'!!!

(b)Your policy on prohibiting and forcibly removing weapons of mass destruction to ensure world peace: it only applies to those countries which you do not permit to possess such weapons. As for the countries you consent to, such as Israel, then they are allowed to keep and use such weapons to defend their security. Anyone else who you suspect might be manufacturing or keeping these kinds of weapons, you call them criminals and you take military action against them.

(c)You are the last ones to respect the resolutions and policies of International Law, yet you claim to want to selectively punish anyone else who does the same. Israel has for more than 50 years been pushing UN resolutions and rules against the wall with the full support of America.

(d)As for the war criminals which you censure and form criminal courts for - you shamelessly ask that your own are granted immunity!! However, history will not forget the war crimes that you committed against the Muslims and the rest of the world; those you have killed in Japan, Afghanistan, Somalia, Lebanon and Iraq will remain a shame that you will never be able to escape. It will suffice to remind you of your latest war crimes in Afghanistan, in which densely populated innocent civilian villages were destroyed, bombs were dropped on mosques causing the roof of the mosque to come crashing down on the heads of the Muslims praying inside. You are the ones who broke the agreement with the Mujahideen when they left Qunduz, bombing them in Jangi fort, and killing more than 1,000 of your prisoners through suffocation and thirst. Allah alone knows how many people have died by torture at the hands of you and your agents. Your planes remain in the Afghan skies, looking for anyone remotely suspicious.

(e)You have claimed to be the vanguards of Human Rights, and your Ministry of Foreign affairs issues annual reports containing statistics of those countries that violate any Human Rights. However, all these things vanished when the Mujahideen hit you, and you then implemented the methods of the same documented governments that you used to curse. In America, you captured thousands the Muslims and Arabs, took them into custody with neither reason, court trial, nor even disclosing their names. You issued newer, harsher laws.

What happens in Guatanamo is a historical embarrassment to America and its values, and it screams into your faces - you hypocrites, "What is the value of your signature on any agreement or treaty?"

(3) What we call you to thirdly is to take an honest stance with yourselves - and I doubt you will do so - to discover that you are a nation without principles or manners, and that the values and principles to you are something which you merely demand from others, not that which you yourself must adhere to.

(4) We also advise you to stop supporting Israel, and to end your support of the Indians in Kashmir, the Russians against the Chechens and to also cease supporting the Manila Government against the Muslims in Southern Philippines.

(5) We also advise you to pack your luggage and get out of our lands. We desire for your goodness, guidance, and righteousness, so do not force us to send you back as cargo in coffins.

(6) Sixthly, we call upon you to end your support of the corrupt leaders in our countries. Do not interfere in our politics and method of education. Leave us alone, or else expect us in New York and Washington.

(7) We also call you to deal with us and interact with us on the basis of mutual interests and benefits, rather than the policies of sub dual, theft and occupation, and not to continue your policy of supporting the Jews because this will result in more disasters for you.

If you fail to respond to all these conditions, then prepare for fight with the Islamic Nation. The Nation of Monotheism, that puts complete trust on Allah and fears none other than Him. The Nation which is addressed by its Quran with the words: "Do you fear them? Allah has more right that you should fear Him if you are believers. Fight against them so that Allah will punish them by your hands and disgrace them and give you victory over them and heal the breasts of believing people. And remove the anger of their (believers') hearts. Allah accepts the repentance of whom He wills. Allah is All-Knowing, All-Wise." [Quran9:13-1]

The Nation of honour and respect:

"But honour, power and glory belong to Allah, and to His Messenger (Muhammad- peace be upon him) and to the believers." [Quran 63:8]

"So do not become weak (against your enemy), nor be sad, and you will be*superior ( in victory )if you are indeed (true) believers" [Quran 3:139]

The Nation of Martyrdom; the Nation that desires death more than you desire life:

"Think not of those who are killed in the way of Allah as dead. Nay, they are alive with their Lord, and they are being provided for. They rejoice in what Allah has bestowed upon them from His bounty and rejoice for the sake of those who have not yet joined them, but are left behind (not yet martyred) that on them no fear shall come, nor shall they grieve. They rejoice in a grace and a bounty from Allah, and that Allah will not waste the reward of the believers." [Quran 3:169-171]

The Nation of victory and success that Allah has promised:

"It is He Who has sent His Messenger (Muhammad peace be upon him) with guidance and the religion of truth (Islam), to make it victorious over all other religions even though the Polytheists hate it." [Quran 61:9]

"Allah has decreed that 'Verily it is I and My Messengers who shall be victorious.' Verily Allah is All-Powerful, All-Mighty." [Quran 58:21]

The Islamic Nation that was able to dismiss and destroy the previous evil Empires like yourself; the Nation that rejects your attacks, wishes to remove your evils, and is prepared to fight you. You are well aware that the Islamic Nation, from the very core of its soul, despises your haughtiness and arrogance.

If the Americans refuse to listen to our advice and the goodness, guidance and righteousness that we call them to, then be aware that you will lose this Crusade Bush began, just like the other previous Crusades in which you were humiliated by the hands of the Mujahideen, fleeing to your home in great silence and disgrace. If the Americans do not respond, then their fate will be that of the Soviets who fled from Afghanistan to deal with their military defeat, political breakup, ideological downfall, and economic bankruptcy.

This is our message to the Americans, as an answer to theirs. Do they now know why we fight them and over which form of ignorance, by the permission of Allah, we shall be victorious?