#Until Apocalypse

[friendoffr-end]

Until Apocalypse & Fr/end performing at The White Rock Lounge

1.14.24

[thatone-highlighter]

I love you albums. I love you songs connected by similar themes. I love you listening to songs in a specific order picked by the artist. I love you reoccurring motifs throughout the same album. I love you album covers. I love you albums with extended editions. I love you songs that reference each other.

[neverreallythoughtaboutthefuture]

Happy New Year!!!

There are now officially only 12 days left to enjoy "Pacific Rim" as a movie portraying "futuristic events"!!!

Important dates to add to your calendar!!!

Between January 1 and January 8, 2025:

Striker Eureka is decommissioned from active combat.

Category IV Kaiju, Mutavore, breaks through Anti-Kaiju Wall and is killed by Striker Eureka, thus proving the Anti-Kaiju Wall ineffective.

Stacker Pentecost recruits Raleigh Becket for breach assault.

Raleigh Becket arrives at the Hong Kong Shatterdome.

Pilot tryouts with Raleigh Becket begin proper.

Raleigh and Mako nearly destroy the Shatterdome during their first attempt at drifting together in Gipsy Danger, prompting Stacker Pentecost to ground her, and inform Raleigh that he would be paired with another co-pilot.

January 8, 2025:

Double Event.

Newton Geiszler drifts with a Kaiju brain.

Category IV Kaijus, Leatherback and Otachi, emerge from the breach and attack Hong Kong.

Crimson Typhoon, Cherno Alpha, and Striker Eureka are deployed.

Crimson Typhoon is destroyed and the Wei Tang brothers are killed by Otachi.

Cherno Alpha is destroyed and the Kaidanovskys are killed by Leatherback.

Striker Eureka is incapacitated by Leatherback's EMP, and Herc Hansen's arm is broken.

Since Gipsy Danger is analog and the only Jaeger able to withstand the EMP (don't ask! I didn't quite get that part!), Stacker finally agrees to let Raleigh Becket and Mako Mori co-pilot her in the field.

Stranded with an unresponsive Jaeger, Herc and Chuck Hansen decide they should do something really, really stupid climb on the top of the head of Striker Eureka and shoot at it with flare guns. For the record that was Herc's dumbass idea!

To absolutely no one's surprise, the flare guns do absolutely no damage to the Kaiju whatsoever, and they only manage to piss Leatherback off but still look badass doing it!

Gipsy Danger is deployed and saves Herc and Chuck Hansen 's sorry asses.

Chuck Hansen is revealed as a secret Gipsy Danger fanboy.

Leatherback and Otachi are killed by Gipsy Danger.

Otachi's baby Kaiju is born and dies via strangulation by umbilical cord during pursuit of Newton Geiszler.

January 12, 2025:

Triple Event.

Category IV Kaiju, Scunner and Raiju emerge from the Breach.

Since Herc Hansen is unable to co-pilot Striker Eureka with his son, Stacker Pentecost decides to take his place in the conn-pod.

Stacker Pentecost launches "Operation Pitfall", an assault involving Gipsy Danger and Striker Eureka on the Breach.

Category 5 Kaiju, Slattern, emerges from the Breach.

Raiju is killed by Gipsy Danger.

Striker Eureka self detonates thermonuclear bomb near the Breach, killing Scunner and a bunch of fishes and badly wounding Slattern.

Slattern is killed by Gipsy Danger.

Gipsy Danger uses Slattern's dead body as a "bar code" to grant them access to the Anteverse through the Breach.

Raleigh Becket sends Mako Mori to safety in her escape pod after she loses consciousness upon entering the Anteverse.

Raleigh Becket arms Gipsy's nuclear reactor to self-destruct, destroys the Breach, and narrowly manages to escape the Anteverse through his own escape pod before the Breach collapses.

Herc Hansen stops the War Clock!

[tmos-time]

ive only seen acts 1-2 of in stars and time and dear god that was enough for me to make fanart lol

[nenoname]

shoutout to the time ford probably got trapped inside the lab by being buried in corn

[protagonist-art]

it's actually crazy it's taken me this long to draw Sid Fret considering I haven't stopped thinking abt him since I first saw him

[welcometogrouchland]

No offense but I want Hunter to brag about him and willow next episode I don't care how out of character it is.

I want Eda to exorcise Belos out of puppet!Raine's body and for Hunter to stand over the shambling, melting corpse of the man who abused him and scream "you think you could hurt me? You think you could keep me down? Kill me? WELL YOU CAN'T. AND I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT AFTER I AROSE FROM THE GRAVE, I GOT A GIRLFRIEND. WE HELD HANDS FOR 3 WHOLE SECONDS. YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, 3! YOU TRIED TO LEAVE MY BODY RIDDLED WITH SCARS??? JOKES ON YOU! SHE THINKS THAT'S HOT!!!!!! HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES, "UNCLE"???!!!!!" With Zeno doing his best unhinged hunter voice as Caleb fucking Fortnite dances in the background and Belos thrashes about in pain at the mention of premarital hand holding

[aroaceleovaldez]

actually in hindsight why did Rick repeatedly have Piper solve all the ghost problems on the Argo II when. Hazel was right there. A daughter of Pluto. who by all logic should be able to control ghosts even a little bit. like, we know she has at least some of those types of powers. she just never gets to actually practically use them. ever. and then when there are zombies Hazel once again. does not get to use her powers about it. what.

[nothinggold13]

I know we are generally Wary of Greta Gerwig’s take on Narnia, but in the light of her co-producer saying it will be “all about rock and roll,” let us PLEASE take a moment to realize 1) the statement is antithetical to everything Gerwig herself has said about adapting the books, and 2) it doesn’t… really… mean… anything. It sounds like the kind of statement someone might say if they don’t want you to actually be able to guess what they’re doing.

Greta Gerwig has talked about looking at her adaptations as a collaboration with her childhood self and C. S. Lewis— neither of which are going to be telling her to bring literal rock and roll into the equation.

This is not me saying that everyone should have 100% faith in her, but, goodness gracious, this is the last thing we should be reading anything into. 😮‍💨

[nostalgebraist]

:'-)

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Until Apocalypse

1.14.24

The White Rock Lounge

[glafifo]

Mr Shepherd...

[brionysea]

allison and five are actually fascinating to write together. allison is the sibling for checking on people and asking in plain english if they're okay but five would literally rather bleed out than show a shred of vulnerability

[keewu]

I have such a love hate relationship with 4kota. Like I genuinely can't go look in the nanatsu no taizai tag cause there's gonna be some 4kota shit. I hate it so much but at the same time I don't. I'm happy I get more content from my favorite series, and I get to see my beloved characters more, like Gowther, Ban and Meliodas (I don't get to see Merlin though cause who knows where she is 😭🙏) and I also really like the new characters too, like Nasiens and Tristan. BUT I get also fucking sad everytime I see anything about it, cause I was so hoping for the sins at the end of the manga to be like a happy family. Maybe not raise their kids together but still be a little bit more connected. And also living happily ever after, like I don't want another plot okay I want to see the sins with their kids live a happy life. Also don't even get me started on Merlin, like why did Nakaba have to do that. Like plz, if she dies or something I'm actually bawling my eyes out and burning the copy of 4kota like bro. Also side note, THE WEIRD SHIT IN 4KOTA. How did it get worse??? Like how did it get more fucked up than it already was.

[steviesbicrisis]

Zombie AU where Steve gets to an unhealthy level of "it's my responsibility to protect everyone" because when the Pandemic started, Barb Holland was one of the first infected and he had to kill her as she was trying to bite Nancy.

Even if it was the right thing to do, the relationship between him and Nancy has never been the same and he promised himself he would never get to that point again.

For the following years he trains, takes the most dangerous missions, always makes sure to be in the first line to protect his friends and somehow he manages to survive despite always putting others first.

It all changes when he meets Eddie. Who doesn't expect him to jump right in front of the danger to save him, who gets mad every time he does so, who tries the best he can to share the burden with him.

And Steve, for the first time in years, dares to be hopeful about the future, to daydream a farm where he and Eddie could live together, to let go of the things he can't control.

Steve dares to fall in love.

And right when he finally believes he deserves good things too, Eddie gets bitten.

It was supposed to be a simple mission to look for supplies in the abandoned trailer park, Eddie offered to go since he knew the place better than anyone else, and they were so sure it would've been a simple one they let Dustin go with him.

It only took an infected who was stuck in one of the trailers to get him. Dustin is in tears as he tells Steve how Eddie jumped on the infected to protect him.

All the progress Steve made thanks to Eddie, learning to lean on others, to not blame himself for fucked up shit he cannot control, goes away in an instant. Because Steve should've gone instead of Eddie, he should've been there to protect Dustin, he should've been bitten.

Steve takes his decision quickly.

He sends Dustin home with Hopper, he takes one of the guns and promises he will handle the situation.

He goes inside the trailer as they're driving away, Eddie is sitting on the floor, leaning on the wall behind him, a knife in his hand.

When he sees Steve, he is ready to protest and send him away until Steve shows him his gun. Eddie looks stunned, then nods slowly.

Steve sits next to him "I'm sorry".

"It's not your fault" Eddie sounds so convinced Steve wishes he could believe him.

Steve takes Eddie's free hand in his "I'll stay with you until it's time."

"Steve, you don't have to do this-"

Steve squeezes his hand "Please, let me buy us a little more time."

Eddie quietly stares at him, studying his expression, and he knows him so well Steve wonders if he figured out his real plan. If he knows that Steve has no intention to get out of that trailer without him.

Eddie's eyes get watery and he can't tell if it's because he's scared of dying or because he knows Steve won't use his gun.

Finally, Eddie nods "Okay."

Steve nods back "Okay."

Eddie rests his head on his shoulder.

And they wait.

[alkaline-wtr]

WE WILL SURVIVE

- - CHAPTER 4 - -

Graves x reader Description: Reader and Graves leave the city. Genre/Warnings: zombie apocalypse AU, Graves x reader, Ghost x fem!reader, survivor!reader,angst, gore, violence, explicit language, weapons, mentions of death WC: 1.3k My Masterlist ** This chapter is definitely not my favorite. I tried making it longer but, where I ended it just felt right, and I was stumped on how to continue it smoothly. So, I figured it was better to get it out rather than sit on it for any longer. I'm sorry it's a bit lame. However, I've had a handful of messages and comments about my portrayal of Graves in chapter 3 so, to make up for the short chapter I have a fluffy one-shot of Graves and reader in the works to go up within the day. It will be a part of this series but, an optional read as it won't be significant to the story at all. It's just a small scene that I didn't feel fit into either chapter. Anyways, Ghost is coming back soon! Thank you for your patience and Enjoy.

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<< PART 1 / << PART 3 << PART 3.5 (optional)

The yellow sun shines brightly overhead, its warmth seeping into your skin. For a few moments, as your brain adjusts between sleep and consciousness, you almost forget where you are and the state of the world.

You rub your eyes groggily. Considering the position of the sun, it couldn't be later than noon.

Looking around, you notice the littering of bullet shells, cans, and broken bottles from the makeshift gun range Phillip had put together the day before. The fire he built between you was now nothing but embers. The tarp bed on the opposite side was gone, and so was he.

Wait. Gone? Where did he go? Why would he leave? Any grogginess you had previously felt washed away in an instant.

Sitting up on your knees, you glanced around. The roof is quite large, maybe he didn't leave and he's somewhere around here. You thought to yourself trying your best to avoid jumping to conclusions.

Unfortunately, your attempts at optimism failed.

You turn, rummaging through the neat pile of gear behind you. Your guns, bag, and holster are still where you left them. Only Phillip's things had vanished.

Warm tears sting your eyes as they stream down your cheeks. You fight back a guttural sob; you rise to your feet and scan the rooftop in disbelief. This can't be happening.

White-hot fear washes over you as you hurriedly gather your gear. A salty tear breaches your cracked lips.

Sniffling, You loop the belt and holster back into the cargo pants. The tactical backpack seemed to weigh heavier on your shoulders than before.

You wipe the tears from your eyes in an attempt to clear your vision with a deep breath. You were determined to stay calm this time. At least Phillip had prepared me beforehand. You thought.

Your sweaty palms wrap around the barrel of the rifle, pulling it up to your chest. As you walked to the stairwell door, your steps were unstable. The toe of your boot dragging across the dry cement.

Remaining strong-willed in this situation was tough, but acting out of sheer panic was sure to get you killed. Being in the middle of the city was dangerous enough as is. There is no room for mistakes right now.

As your palm rests against the rusty door, you exhale another deep breath. The door opens with a creak. Eerie silence echoes throughout the damp stairwell. It was too dark to see.

Ghost's flashlight pressed against your thigh. You retrieve it from your pocket, and, with a click, the blue light provides a path for you along the concrete.

You crept down the stairs, trying not to hold your breath for too long. Without Phillip, safety had become non-existent.

Each flight of stairs seemed to be getting longer. You swallow back the flight response urging you to run. Staying calm and strategic was the top priority.

As you reached the last set of stairs, your boot caught on a step. You instinctively grasp the railing to keep from falling as the flashlight tumbles down the steps. Your heart races. The flashlight clinked down the cement and rolled forward. A blue beam casts a dim light on the wall below you.

Muffled groans and snarling come from the door beside you. The metal doors creaked open. A clammy hand reached out, and you peeled yourself from the railing running down the stairs. With a pause, you scoop up the flashlight at your feet and stumble through the last door of the stairwell.

The lobby of the building is lit up just enough to make out the silhouettes of the infected who crowded the room. They must've been drawn here by all the gunshots yesterday.

Adrenaline was the only thing carrying you mindlessly through the crowd. Infected flooded the hallway as you booked it towards the side door of the building.

When you reach the end of the hall, the door wouldn't budge. Using all your weight, you throw your body against the door, letting out a panicked cry as the infected grow closer.

Finally, you fall through the door to the pavement of the alleyway. The sudden change from complete darkness to bright sunlight blurred your vision. Your palms stung from the impact. You ignored the pain, bits of gravel pressed into your hands as you put your weight on them to lift yourself back to your feet.

A few unsteady steps forward brought you out of the alleyway. The street looked narrow between the rows of elevated buildings. Now, you're sandwiched between hordes.

A distant rumbling cut through the air coming in your direction. A truck comes barreling down the road, narrowly missing you.

You watch as one of the infected gets struck ahead of you. A loud crunch of bones fills your ears. The body lifelessly crumples beneath the tire, and a sickening feeling settles in your stomach.

The truck screeches to a halt. You stand frozen, still processing the event, the hollow thud of a body colliding with the hood echoing in your head.

Phillip stomps towards you a scowl etched on his face. He raises his pistol and fires two shots over your shoulder.

“GET IN!”

He screams at you. You didn’t need to be told twice.

You climb into the passenger seat, refocusing your thoughts on the present. Phillip slowly backsteps to the truck, clearing a path to the driver's door.

His pistol emits a dull click as he attempts to pull the trigger again with an empty clip. He yanks open the door to the truck and climbs in.

He wastes no time shifting into drive and setting his foot down heavily on the gas pedal.

You couldn't help but glance at the side-view mirror, watching the horde overtake the street.

“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!”

Phillip's fury is palpable. You hardly register his words, his voice sounding distant

"Y/N!"

He snaps again, trying to get your attention. You turn your head in his direction but, your gaze is elsewhere.

"What the hell happened?!"

Phillip repeats. This time quieter than before. His voice remains stern and laced with anger.

“Y-you left me.”

You reply calmly. Your nerves shot from the near-death experience. As the adrenaline drained from your system, fatigue settled over your mind.

“I was coming back to get you! I went to get us a vehicle.”

His anger started to shift into worry. He could see how it may have seemed that way from your perspective.

“You could have woken me up or left a note?!”

The reply harbored more bitterness than intended. He sighs.

“You’re right… I’m sorry.”

A silence hangs in the air for a moment.

“I thought you abandoned me.”

Phillip takes in your hurt tone.

“No. Y/n, I would never do that.”

His voice is genuine and full of empathy. The tense silence hung between you. You felt a bit silly looking back on your reaction, but how were you supposed to know?

"Where are we going?"

Your question cut through the silence, desperate for a change of subject. You were in no mood to argue anymore.

"Well,"

Phillip starts,

"As they say... the world is our oyster."

"That's a stupid saying."

You retort. Your voice is low and full of irritation. He chuckles.

"Maybe so. But The world has ended, there's no goal or destination. Just survival."

Although you knew Phillip was right, you'd never took time to let the thought soak in. Part of you never planned to.

There is a long, uncomfortable pause before Philip speaks again.

"What was the plan after getting past the city?"

He asks.

"I'm not exactly sure... I just thought it would be safer. I guess... In the rural areas."

You had no clue what Ghost had planned, after making it past the city. You assumed he had somewhere safe in mind.

Phillip shrugged as if he didn't fully agree with that statement but couldn't argue against it either.

"What do we do then?"

You ask, hoping he will have a better answer. Truthfully, you didn't want to believe that this was it. Life as you knew it was gone and there was nothing more to work towards.

Phillip keeps his eyes on the road ahead. Judging by the furrow in his brow, and the way his lips remained pressed into a line, you knew you wouldn't like what he said next.

"We survive."

PART 5 >>

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