#dave schulz

[atomic-chronoscaph]

A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving - art by Dave Perillo (2013)

[possiblyunhinged]

There’s something deeply ironic about comedians who complain about being “cancelled” only to then boast about the size of their audiences. They don’t seem to realise that they’ve swapped out an audience that loves comedy for one that just hates the left.

Maybe I’m just desperately wrong and have poor taste, but growing up, what struck me so much about stand-up was how it felt like the exhibition of perfect writing. These were people who found the perfect sentences—no fat, all purpose—that achieved their goal in a satisfying, sharp amount of time. It felt like a meritocracy where intelligence was rewarded, not being a hateful little prick whose success hinges on owning a podcast rather than the actual “craft” they claim to love.

As a Brit, I grew up thinking that American stand-up produced deities—Eddie Murphy’s Raw was like a rite of passage. But now? It’s less Raw and more Joe Rogan’s Chatting Shit I Know Nothing About Because I Don’t Understand How Scientific Consensus Works.

I don’t want to sound like John Stuart Mill, but there’s a quality distinction between stand-ups like Attell, Stanhope, and Jeselnik, compared to the Schulz/Rogan lot—more like scorned teenagers who didn’t find popularity in school but, as adults, stumbled upon a herd of people dumb enough to boost their egos. They’ve turned mediocrity into a brand. Maybe they aren’t entirely wrong, just never good enough to try and do something meaningful in the craft they set out to do.

And when people critique their work—which would’ve been considered just another art critique not that long ago—they make out it’s purely a woke sentiment to not find this desperate need for every male comedian to have a “trans” bit fucking weird. It’s desperation attempting to Trojan horse itself as bravery.

There’s nothing brave about having an established podcast audience to espouse your dead stand-up to. Nobody will be thinking about their “bits” in a decade’s time because it’s fucking shite. They’re not known for that—they’re known for podcast beef and platforming misinformation because they lack any integrity to point out, or educate themselves on, how scientific consensus works.

If we look beyond how fucking cringe and prepubescent it is to be desperate for “edgy” comedy (yak), it requires a line; it always has. The lack of adaptability of (specifically and wholeheartedly) men in comedy is so fucking funny to me. They’re has-beens whose insecurity grows at the rate of their audiences’ beer bellies.

American comedy, meanwhile, appears to have become transactional—an exchange between men not quite good enough to be defining stand-up comedians and men who feel pushed out of comedy in the way a 7th grader’s homework feels too complicated for them now. That’s the legacy they’re leaving behind: not comedy, but a crutch for mediocrity masquerading as bravery.

Genuinely fed up of being on a planet of men who act increasingly like scorned teenage boys. Engage frontal lobes, then speak please hehe x

[crowsent]

pros about indie games: shit slaps so hard and the dev(s) listen to their fans

cons about indie games: i have been on this credits scene for a fuckin decade when will it end

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Damage Gets Done - SAS: Rogue Heroes x OC - Chapter 12

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 |-| Chapter 13

AO3

Summary: A week after her brush with death, tensions run high as Diana is forced to attend a dinner party at her father's house

Relationships: L Detachment x Platonic!OC, Reg Seekings x OC

Warnings: Descriptions of injury/violence, language, period-typical misogyny, Diana and her dad have a bad time together

Word Count: 4.5k

Tags: @20th-centu-fairy-girl @6thofapril1917 @dcyllom @footprintsinthesxnd @regseekings @roseszirnheld

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Diana squinted against the afternoon light, feeling grains of sand ping against her sunglasses as her cigarette smoke dissipated on the breeze. Her face was a mosaic of the greys and reds of still-healing bruises, a scab flaking off her bottom lip. There hadn't been much in the way of conversation for the past week, save for their last jolly, which Stirling had forbidden her from attending and refused to relent even as she raged and yelled and stole his best bottle of whiskey. Looking back on it, the tantrum embarrassed her - but she figured no one would hold it against her if she blamed it on head trauma.

"Alrigh' there?" Kershaw's familiar scouse drawl sounded as he clambered up to the top of the walls that surrounded Jalo, coming to take a seat beside her.

"Fucking bored," She tutted, knocking her heel against the wall over and over with each swing of her leg. He held out his flask, and she accepted with muttered thanks, the water warmed by the desert heat but sufficient to soothe her dry throat.

"Eh, Stirling's just doin' what he thinks is best for ya," Dave shrugged, nudging her knee with his own so that her leg would stop moving. "Y'did almost die out there."

"Except I didn't. I could've, but I didn't - I didn't even break a bone. I smashed that guy's head in with a metal pipe until it was nothing - I won."

"Yeah, well. That you're a bit calm about that is probably puttin' him on edge, n'all."

"He hired killers, he can't stand me down because I am one."

"You're not the same as you were at the beginnin'," He pointed out, scratching at the sand that caught in his beard.

Diana sucked in a deep breath, her shoulder bumping against his as she looked out across the desert, squinting in the sun's glare as her eyes trailed the rise and fall of the dunes. None of them were the same anymore. After everything that had happened, it was no wonder.

She'd thought she was going to die the night of their first jump, dragging Eoin's body over the dunes, every muscle in her body begging for reprieve in the freezing desert wind. She'd thought the guilt would tear her apart when she couldn't save Jock. But when she thought of her last mission - of Schulz's stupidity, which had almost killed them both - all she felt was anger.

"Still got you though, haven't I?" Diana asked, piercing the long silence. She felt his arm wrap around her shoulder, giving it a squeeze, and for perhaps the first time since her brush with death, it didn't hurt.

"Course you do."

Letting out a faint chuckle, she leaned against him, shoulder digging against his rib cage. It was safe here.

"Stirling wants to see ya," He added.

She scoffed. "Then he can come get me."

"Di," Dave groaned. "Don't be a shit."

A long, low hum of dissension escaped Diana's throat, brow furrowing. "Right, fine," She upturned his flask, gulping down the last of its contents as she shrugged Dave's arm away before scrambling to her feet. "See ya later, ya stinker."

"Love you," He sang, voice thick with mockery although they both knew it to be true. As she began to walk away, she felt his hand grab at her heel, a guffaw escaping her as she wobbled slightly, neither seemingly concerned by the sheer drop on either side of the wall.

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"Stirling," Diana barked as she wandered into their makeshift command, tucking her sunglasses into her breast pocket.

"Afternoon, Diana," Stirling flashed a smile. "Looking less and less like a Picasso painting every day - that's good!"

"Eat shit."

David smirked, the crease tugging at his cheek as he looked up from the papers and maps strewn messily across the table. "I've received word from your father," He stated, leaving space for her to let out an irritated groan. "He wants you back in Cairo - hosting some party or something, wants you to take some of the lads with you."

"Oh, for f- I am not leaving the line to go to a dinner party."

"Okay, well - you do know we're not actually on the line, don't you? Sort of the point - doesn't matter. The point is, I'm not letting you come on another Jolly until you take some proper time off."

Diana ran a hand across her forehead, pinching her brow as her eyes screwed shut. "David. I am going to strangle you until you are dead."

"Yes, I'm sure that'll help. Now take a car and piss off - that can be an order, if you want."

She raised her hands for a moment, seizing the air as if strangling an invisible person. With an exasperated huff, Diana turned on her heel, marching straight back the way she'd come.

"Take Riley and Almonds with you!" He called after her as she muttered incoherently. "Oh, and Seekings!"

"Fuck you!"

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Reg tugged awkwardly at the sleeves of his dress uniform as they stepped into General Hannigan's house, the expanse of hallways all at once familiar and completely foreign in the evening darkness. He'd been here only once before, never venturing beyond the foyer, and as they passed the main staircase he spied that portrait of Diana he'd seen the last time. Her curls ironed out and neat, eyes forgiving and passive, her expression contorted into a soft smile that he'd never once seen adorn her true face.

The first time he'd seen the painting, it had confused him. This time it just pissed him off.

"Right, I'll be getting lost in here at some point," Jim huffed, backtracking as he veered down another dead-end corridor. "Who needs this many rooms?"

"If we don't find Di in a minute we could just leave. No one'd know we ever showed up," Pat suggested with a shrug.

As if on cue, a familiar burst of laughter echoed from further down the hall, drawing them nearer as Riley tried to hide his disappointment at finding a reason to stay. Reg tugged at his jacket again, trying to make it rest flat, uncharacteristically preoccupied as they finally found their way into the house's main hall, one wall open over the courtyard as the last sparks of sunlight filtered in, guests chatting politely in a dozen small huddles. From his spot lingering in the doorway, he found her, and for a moment his brain seemed to short-circuit.

Her hair was pinned back as neatly as it could go, red lipstick masking the remnants of her busted lip, any evidence of the beating her face had taken entirely camouflaged beneath her makeup, the sight a relief to behold. Her dress was of emerald silk, rippling with even the slightest movement, the plunging back exposing the curve of her spine and a slight purple bruise along her shoulder blade that she didn't seem to have noticed. One of the other guests spoke, and Diana's lips parted in a smile. But it wasn't the smile he'd come to know well - it wasn't the same, it wasn't real. There was a slight clench in her jaw that he could notice even from afar, a lack of ease in the way she shifted her weight from foot to foot. She was silently suffocating, and he was the only one who seemed able to tell.

Their eyes met across the room, and a wave of relief crossed her expression, gulping down the last of the drink in her hand as she broke away from the group mid-conversation, hurrying towards them.

"Oh, thank fuck," Diana sighed, smoothing out her skirt. "I was starting to think you'd bailed on me."

"Us? C'mon," Pat chuckled, subtly elbowing Jim in the ribs as he shot him a sideways glance.

"Right, well, you've got my permission to get absolutely shitfaced," She nodded, seizing as many glasses of champagne as she could hold in two hands from a passing waiter and holding them out to them. "The more the General has to fork out at the end of this thing, the better."

She was restless - speaking on an inhale, gaze darting around the room, never quite settling on anything as she bounced slightly on her toes.

"You alright?" Jim asked cautiously, and Reg was relieved to know he wasn't the only one who had noticed.

Diana raised a brow. "Hm? Oh, yeah. Yeah. Haven't seen my dad in ages, and I dunno where he is."

Pat's frown deepened. "You didn't... talk to him? After... yunno."

"Oh, nah. David sent a message when I was out, but never got anything back. It's fine, I'm fine."

Feeling his fists clench involuntarily, Reg shoved his hands into his pockets, unable to wipe the scowl from his expression. He hated this house, but he hated the man it belonged to more. It was almost painful to watch her so out of place. "Di-"

"Tie's on wonky," She breathed, cutting him off as she stepped towards him, both hands raised to fix it. As she jostled the knot slightly, her knuckle skimmed the skin of his neck, and he couldn't help but think back to the afternoon before their first jump, when he'd fixed the strap on her helmet. So much had happened since then - so much had changed - but when she stood this close, that familiar sense of awe never faded.

"We can go," He urged quietly. When Pat had first raised the idea, he'd almost gone for it. But he wouldn't leave - not without her.

Diana's hands stilled their movement, her gaze locked on the loop of his tie as she froze for a moment, sucking in a deep breath. "Can't." She shrugged, meeting his eye with another one of those fake smiles. Reg had never known her to give up - to roll over and do something she didn't want to. The mere threat of her father's presence turned her into a different person, one he couldn't quite bear to watch.

"Fayed!" A voice called from across the room, drawing their eyes. He recognised some of the men - they'd been with her at the club the night she'd been left alone, their uniforms just as well-pressed and unbroken by real combat as they had been the last time. One of the group glanced at Reg, eyes widening slightly in recognition. Ah yes, he remembered him - although the last time they'd seen each other, there had been a lot more blood.

"Gimme a minute," She muttered.

Shoulders pushed back, chin tilted upwards, Diana made her way towards the group, her practised facade of comfort entirely believable to anyone who didn't know her well. "Hey," She flashed a grin, sliding into the circle. "You guys doin' okay?"

"The General got you on hostess duties, eh?" The man to her left chuckled, his accent so distinctly upper-class that he didn't quite seem able to enunciate.

"Oh, I dunno where he is," She said with a forced chuckle. "Always working, I'm sure."

"I wanted to introduce you to my wife," He continued, breezing over her response as if she'd never even spoken. "Give you someone to talk to in this boy's club, eh? Diana, Maria - Maria, Diana."

"Lovely to meet you," Maria offered, reaching out to shake her hand, expensive bracelets jangling with the movement.

"And you, hi."

"So is it true you've been out in the desert with all those men? Running secret sabotage operations?"

"Uh, yeah - yeah, that's us."

"Aw," Maria tutted, seeming surprisingly disappointed by her answer. "You know - you're so pretty. You could really do some good in the Red Cross, I know some people there if you'd ever consider it."

Diana's eyes widened slightly, her friendly smile dissipated. "Right, well. My field of expertise is more about making sure people don't recover. And I'm bloody good at it."

The atmosphere had shifted, an awkward tension thick in the air. Maria's husband - whose name she had entirely forgotten - let out an uncomfortable chuckle.

"Well. One woman out there with all those men, I'm sure she's doing her bit to keep morale up. We should be grateful for that."

The circle let out a chorus of approving laughter, smiling at the foul joke. Diana's jaw clenched, glare burning a hole into his skull.

"What the fuck is wrong with you." She said flatly, the titters of amusement quickly dying.

"Oh, come on Diana," He scoffed. "It was a joke. All in good fun."

She let out an obviously false chuckle, stony expression unwavering.

"Hm. Nah. Get out of my house."

"Oh, really, now that's not-"

"No, no, you're done talking. Now get the fuck out of my house, before I break your nose in front of your bitchy wife and all these posh twats you call friends."

The man blustered, shoulders stiffening. "Your father wouldn't-"

"S'not about him. If I have to tell you one more time, I'm gonna hurt you."

Maria stepped forward nervously, face flushed bright red in humiliation. "Sweetheart let's go," She spoke quietly, a gentle hand on her husband's arm.

"Your father will hear about this," The man threatened, following his wife's guidance as they trailed towards the door.

"And he won't be surprised, now keep it moving."

She hadn't realised she'd been raising her voice until he was gone, and suddenly the people around her were all staring. Almonds shouldered his way through the crowds in her direction, a genuine smile creasing her cheeks as she noticed him, letting go a breath of relief.

"You alright, love?" Jim asked warmly, slinging an arm around her shoulder to covertly steer her away from the other guests.

"Fine," Diana smiled up at him, demeanour immediately calm. "Just not gonna let people say nasty shit about me in my own house."

"Good on ya. Dickheads."

"Exactly," She nodded, giving his arm an affectionate squeeze.

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Diana didn't stray from the company of her comrades until the dinner bell rang and they were swiftly ushered through to the hall, where a huge dining table lay set with far more pairs of knives and forks than Reg had any clue what to do with. She searched for her place, pausing as she finally found her name tag. Her father had taken the head of the table, of course, and placed her at his left. The others were further down the table, out of earshot in a contained cluster of three, far too far away for her comfort, rows of officers and wives separating her from them. Reaching forward, she seized the placard, about to rearrange herself when a familiar voice stopped her dead.

"Ah! There you are!" Her father chirped, firm hands on her shoulders as he approached from behind, pressing a quick peck to her cheek.

"Been here the whole time," She chuckled with faint unease, taking her assigned seat as the table began to fill up, watching her window for escape vanish. As she lowered herself into the chair, she glanced down to where the others sat, catching Reg's eye as he stared back at her, his brow pinched in a frown. She seized her glass of wine, taking a hasty gulp.

"I saw Stirling's telegram this morning, I've just been worried sick," Hannigan shook his head as he sat down, giving her hand a squeeze.

She did not reciprocate. "He sent that a week ago."

"Oh, come now," He scoffed slightly, batting a dismissive hand. "You know how these things get buried and misplaced. The important thing is you're alright."

No thanks to you.

If I had kept to your training, I would have died a week ago.

And you wouldn't have known until today.

Diana slid her hand out from under his, seizing her cutlery with both fists, clutching so tightly her knuckles whitened. As dinner began, the room slipped into a hum of conversation, a wall of noise that she couldn't pay attention to over the rapidly increasing thump of her heart.

She was fucking angry. It was an anger that had been simmering a long time, pushed to the back of her mind where the bubbles couldn't bother her, where she didn't need to stir the pot. It had been there so long she'd gotten used to living with it. But now it was boiling.

"Y'know, you wasted my life," She stated calmly between bites of steak, not so much as sparing her father a glance.

"Pardon?" He asked, but by his tone she could tell he'd heard her all too well.

"You wasted my life," Diana repeated quietly, fighting to keep her voice from trembling. "teaching me things that didn't matter, and that never would've saved me. You didn't keep me alive but you bloody well made sure I almost died."

Her father took a sip of his wine, as unconcerned as if he were dealing with a toddler's petty tantrum. "I made you a soldier, Diana."

"You made me inhuman. You made me a thing," Blinking rapidly against the tears welling in her eyes, she dug the handle of her fork hard into the table. Her voice had barely risen above a whisper, too soft to draw attention away from any of their guests' conversations. "I can't have normal relationships with people, I can't live a normal life because of what you did to me. There is something... something seriously fucking wrong with me, and that's your fault."

He stared blankly back at her, visibly unmoved in a way that made her want to tear out her hair, scream at the top of her lungs - make a scene, make him say something, do something.

"I saved your life."

"You stole my life."

Finally, she seemed to strike a nerve. Hannigan jabbed a finger in her face, elbow coming down upon the table with enough force to make the glassware clatter, drawing the eyes of those sat nearest.

"Why you ungrateful little-"

Before she'd quite had time to think, Diana was on her feet, seizing the bottle of wine between them and hurling it will all her might. The thing skimmed past her father's head, only narrowly missing, and striking the wall with an ear-splitting shatter, a blood-like stain of red splattered across the white-washed bricks.

The room fell silent.

She sucked in a breath through gritted teeth, eyes wild and frantic.

"You should be grateful that all I'm doing is leaving. Because if I see you again, I swear I'll fucking kill you."

She didn't know if she meant it. All she knew was that she needed to go. Her footsteps echoed in the deathly silence that had descended upon the room as she made for the door, fighting for every breath as she found it suddenly hard to even stay upright.

Reg had watched her cross the room, catching Pat's eye the moment she disappeared. He nodded. With that, he was on his feet, chair scraping noisily against the tile as he wordlessly followed, praying he didn't get lost in this huge, terrible house again.

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He found her upstairs, trailing after her as she marched into her bedroom. She'd torn out her hairpins, curls poking out messily at various angles. In her hands, she carried the portrait from above the stairs, having snatched it down on her way past.

"Di-" Reg called as she crossed the room, each step steeped with fury, a grunt escaping her as she reached the balcony and threw it, watching as the painting span through the night air, its wooden frame shattered and splintered as it slammed against the tiles in the courtyard below.

When she turned to face him, her eyes were red and watery, sniffing as she wiped harshly at her cheek.

"I'm not- I'm just-"

"You cry when you're pissed. I remember."

Diana let out a breath, the closest she could come to a chuckle. She wasn't certain anyone else knew that.

Looking around, she took in the bedroom as if for the first time. She was back in the room she was raised in, the four walls always feeling too big for her body, too old for her age. It had never changed, yet she had never grown into it. Her body needed to be somewhere else - needed to be free.

The cuffs of her dress were too tight, clinging to the skin of her wrists in a way that suddenly made her squirm. She reached for the buttons, fumbling frantically, her hands too shaky to catch a hold of them.

A warm hand pressed against her own, prying her fingers away with restraint and practised softness. Reg Seekings' hands didn't work gently. Not for anyone else. He saw to the buttons without a word, plucking them from their holes one by one until the fabric's tight grip on her was released. Big hands and calloused fingers looked almost silly against the delicate silk. Something in her chest tightened.

Diana glanced up, meeting his eye, and for a moment she was frozen.

She had been in love before. But she had been loved too. She knew how to tell when a man looked at her with adoration.

She was looking at it now.

...Oh.

Slowly inching forward, Diana cautiously raised her hands, arms lifted as they wrapped tentatively around his neck, pulling herself into an embrace. Her body pressed flat against his, her cheek resting on his shoulder, each movement hesitant and steady as if approaching a cornered beast, begging it not to bite back.

After a moment of pause, she felt his arms enclose around her, the fabric of his sleeves brushing against the bare skin of her back.

She could hear his heartbeat when she stood this close. She knew not to mention how fast it was.

"What happened then, eh?" Reg asked quietly after a while. Diana took a deep breath, her chin poking him in the shoulder as she fidgeted slightly.

"He's a bastard."

"Got it."

She let out a snort, giving his shoulder a squeeze. After another moment of prolonged silence, she pulled back, feeling his arms slip away from her. "Alright," She nodded. "You should go find Pat and Jim and head back."

A frown creased his brow. "You're not coming?"

"I'm gonna catch up, I got something to do first."

"Right," Reg nodded, hands in his pockets as he took a few awkward steps back towards the door. "Don't do anything stupid, yeah?"

Diana shrugged. "You know me."

"That's the problem," He grinned.

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The hospital wing was dark when Andrew Schulz was stirred suddenly awake by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor, the click of a lamp turning on making him squint in the sudden light.

"What the-" He spoke groggily, raising a hand to rub at his eye. His bedsheets were tucked up to his shoulders, shirtless for easy access to the bandages wrapped tightly around his torso. He didn't feel the cold, for he'd never gotten used to the Cairo heat in the first place, sweat beading along his brow.

"Diana," He sighed, recognising the figure as his vision readjusted to the glare. She was slouched in the chair beside his bed, curls piled atop her head and out of the way, a men's dress shirt hanging creased and untucked past her hips. She'd washed her makeup away, the evidence of her beating still etched across her face, not quite faded yet.

"Evening," She placed a cigarette between her lips, foot resting on the edge of his bedframe as she struck a match, puffing a cloud of smoke with her first drag.

"How did you get in here?"

Diana shrugged. "I know people."

"Jesus, I'm so glad you're alive, you're-"

"Oh, shut up, Andrew," She tutted, shaking her head slightly. "I'm not here to bond over you almost getting us both killed."

"Then why-"

"I'm here to tell you that if I ever see you again, it'll be me doing the shooting. And you won't be waking up in a nice hospital bed, I promise you that."

Andrew's brow furrowed, expression contorted in confusion. "But I don't-"

A yelp of pain bit through his words before he could finish, mouth hanging agape as he looked down to where Diana had dug a finger into his dressings, pressing hard against his still-tender wound. "What the fuck?!" He whined, too frozen by the sudden pain to push her away.

"Stop hanging around with teenage girls and stop being a fucking idiot. 'Kay? Because I'm sure your commanding officer back in the great Motherland would love to hear all about what you've been getting up to."

"You wouldn't," He grunted, face drained of all colour. Seizing her by the wrist, he yanked her away, letting out a sigh of relief as the pressure on his wound was alleviated.

"I don't think you want to bet on that, do you?"

Andrew gawped at her, sweat running down his face. Diana held his gaze, expression hard and unreadable, staring back just long enough to make him squirm.

"Right," Slapping a hand on her knee, she pushed herself up onto her feet, taking a drag of her cigarette. "Nice chat."

"That was it?"

"Did you want me to stay?"

His jaw clenched. "No."

"Excellent."

Diana turned to go, but just before she could abandon him completely she paused, plucking her cigarette from between her lips and extinguishing it in the glass of water on his nightstand.

"Oh, you fucking bitch," Andrew groaned.

"Enjoy that," She nodded. Then she was gone.

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Johnny Cooper bolted upright with a start, the seemingly endless void of the midnight desert doing little to keep him awake and on his guard. A beacon of light rolled over the dunes, headlight splitting through the night as the car's engine rumbled, pulling up towards Jalo.

Only one car. His grip on the rifle tightened.

The door swung open and closed with a thump, a single figure stepping out and clambering up the sandy slope towards him.

"Hey, Johnny," Diana called calmly. She was still little more than a silhouette, but he relaxed at her voice.

"Hey," He called back, sliding off the edge of the low wall he'd been perching on. "Made it back eventually then."

"Yeah, yeah," She batted a hand, getting close enough that he could make out her features in the dark. He heard the sand crunch underfoot as she trudged past him towards the tents.

The footsteps paused. Johnny turned his head.

"Hey Johnny?" She asked.

"Yeah?"

"... D'you wanna give me a hand with something?"

[dinosaurgiantpenny]

Dave Stewart Appreciation Post

I've been doing a deep dive into the Mignolaverse and just read "Sir Edward Grey :Acheron." Mignola just keeps getting more and more Mignola as he gets older; like Charles Schulz you can imitate him but nobody can duplicate him. But the colors!

Just incredible work! Hellboy still rules.

[paperback-rascal]

🎶✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️

Sending 'Cause you're a favorite, but I understand if you don't want to

Johan Johansson - Trough Falling Snow

ZLAD! - Elektronik Supersonik

Bob Dylan - Everything is broken

Oliver Tree & Robin Schulz - Miss You

KENT - Då Som Nu För Alltid

BONUS Track (my all time favorite song)

Edmund Fetting - Nim wstanie dzień

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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney

[bricedavismedia]

Hurricane Chris Addresses 50 Cent Calling Him "Wack with 1 Song" (Full Breakdown)

Hurricane Chris criticizes 50 Cent for doing his "Humor & Harmony" festival in his hometown of Shreveport, Louisiana. This festival brought out Dave Chappelle, Katt Williams, Andrew Schulz, Cam'Ron, Da Baby & more. 50 Cent responds on Twitter by calling him Hurricane Flex, and says he only has one song.

YouTube: https://www.Youtube.com/BriceDavis Website: https://www.TheBriceDavis.com

[glassprism]

I don't really know anything about Susan Kay, did she talk about her book and does she has a favorite Phantom? I think Hugh Panaro based his acting on her version

From what I've heard, Susan Kay seems to be something of a reclusive author, and she has not published any books since 1990 (that book being Phantom - her only other book is a book called Legacy, published in 1985). Still, she does talk about her motivation and research process for Phantom in the afterword of the book, plus there are the interviews here and here.

As for favorites, she talks about her favorite Phantoms in the first link, but given that the interview was conducted in 1994, she does not mention Hugh Panaro (who yes, did famously base his portrayal on her novel), as he hadn't even played the Phantom yet. Her favorites, according to that interview, are Michael Crawford, Dave Willetts, and Thomas Schulze.

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Young & Foolish --Loud Luxury feat/Charlieonafriday -7 [3] -17w-

Sleep Tonight (This Is The Life) --Switch Disco, R3HAB, Sam Feldt -8 [4] -6w-

Reckless Child --Milky Chance -6 [5] -12w-

Make Me Your Mrs. --Mae Stephens -3 [3] -7w-

When I Wake Up --Lucas & Steve, Skinny Days -4 [4] -12w-

Before You Go --Seeb -9 [8] -7w-

What If We Met --Ali Gatie -10 [9] -6w-

Lighter --Galantis, David Guetta, 5 Seconds of Summer -15 [10] -4w-

Monster --A7S, ALOK -5 [4] -7w-

Low Again --Bakermat -14 [14] -10w-

Kissing Strangers -USHER -12 [12] -11w-

Outlaw Love --Brooke Eden (Dave Aude Remix) -11 [1] -9w-

Waterslides --Tiesto, Rudimental, Absolutely -16 [15] -12w-

Lonely Dancers --Conan Gray -13 [13] -10w-

Feel This Way --Victoria Nadine, R3HAB -23 [17] -6w-

Without You --Disco Fries, Lavish Life -24 [18] -6w-

Slide Out --Life on Planets -17 [8] -10w-

Beat of Your Love --Ownboss, LAWRENT feat/Ekko -25 [20] -6w-

Love & Pain --Enrique Iglesias -65 [21] -2w-

She's on My Mind --Romy -19 [1]

The Afterhours --Kyle Watson -18 [9] -9w-

Never Be Friends --Jost, Minogue -22 [1]

Hell Together --David Archuleta -34 [25]

One, Two & 3 --Galantis -36 [26]

Cutting Loose --Disco Lines, J. Worra, Anabel Englund -29 [27]

Houdini --Dua Lipa -21 [2]

Dirty Desire -Vicetone -20 [5]

Anyone --Margan Page -28 [2]

The Moves --NEIKED, Muni Long, Nile Rodgers -35 [31 -2w-

Electricity --FAST BOY, R3HAB -37 [32]

Weak --Vintage Culture, Maverick Sabre, Tom Breu -26 [1]

Save You A Seat --Alex Warren -39 [34]

Monster --Don Diablo, Felix Jaehn -40 [35] -2w-

One On One --Robin Schulz, Oaks, Topic -41 [36] -2w-

Take A Moment --ATB, David Frank -42 [37] -10w-

Lil Tune --Gus Dapperton, Electric Guest -66 [38] -8w-

Do You Feel It --VAMERO, Cyril M. Mougleta -43 [39]

Triumph ---Bishop Briggs -45 [40]

Give Me --Will Clark, BURNS -27 [12] -10w-

I Don't Wanna Worry --NEEDTOBREATHE -30 [1]

Shipwreck --Mount Kimble -89 [43] -2w-

Mas Que Nada --Oliver Heldens, Ian Asher, Sergio Mendez -47 -2w- [44]

Murder on the Dancefloor --Sophie Ellis Bextor -44 [44]

Don't You Cry ---Sunday Scaries, Discrete -80 [46]

***Heaven Or Not --Diplo, Riva Starr, Kareem Lomax -(new) [47]

Everybody Knows I'm High --SHAED -48 [48]

Forever (Stay Like This) --Armin Van Buuren -49 [47]

We Ain't Good At Breaking Up --Brothers Osborne -51 [50]

Fire --Alan Walker, YUQI, JVKE, (G)I-DLE -50 [26]

Loose Ends --Lucas Estrada, Syn Cole -88 [52]

***Same Drunk --Walker Hayes -(new) [53]

Lie To Me --Jubel, KIDDO -46 [46]

Close Your Eyes --Lucas Estrada, Tribbs, Stephen Puth -52 [7]

You're Hired --NEIKED, Ayra Starr -31 [1]

Spicy Margarita --Jason Derulo, Michael Bublé -53 [7]

Mr. Useless --Shygirl, SG Lewis -32 [17]

Graveyard --A R I Z O N A (Shoffy Remix) -38 [5]

Texas Hold 'Em - Beyonce -33 [17] -8w-

Kill Anyone --Two Feet, Ari Abdul -57 [11]

It's Love (If We Get It Right) --Anthony Russo -54 [3]

Some Kind Of Static --Neil Francis, Alan Braxe -113 [63] -8w-

I Got Time --Brittney Spencer -63 [49]

Underwater --Dubvision, Afrojack -71 [60] -8w-

Home --CamelPhatt, RHODE (Vintage Culture Remix) -68 [65] -7w-

You Know It --Gorgon City -75 [61] -7w-

Me Before You --Bleachers -119 [88] -8w-

Yes, And? --Ariana Grande -56 [19]

Fantasy --Cosmo's Midnight feat/Frank Moody -128 [70] -9w-

Can't Stop Us --Regard -72 [70]

Bad Blood --Theresa Rex -55 [20]

Count Me Out --Vicetone, Emily Falvey -73 [71]

In Your Arms --Jes Bays, Jem Cooke -74 [62] -7w-

Kettle's Up --Mahmut Orhan, Axelax, Botan -76 [73] -6w-

Soultrain --Triplism, Nandu, Radeckt -77 [68] -6w-

Out Loud --Cage the Elephant -81 [77] -6w-

Lose Control --Teddy Swims -83 [78]

Karma --JoJo Siwa -90 [79]

Addicted --Zerb, The Chainsmokers feat/INK -85 [78]

All Fckd Up --Kapuzen -59 [9]

One On One --The Knocks, Sofi Tukker -58 [1]

Both --Tiesto, 21 Savage, BIA -60 [4]

Flex --Tony Dark Eyes -61 [20]

Feels Like Us --GT_OFICE, ALWZ SNNY, Robbie Rosen -62 [6]

Me Voy Acostumbrando --Enrique Iglesias -87 [86]

Level Up --Wolfgang Gartner, Scrufzzer -86 [86]

Anthem --Diplo, Shram, Pony -107 [94] -6w-

Regret The Morning --SILK, Mali-Koa -108 [95] -6w-

Love Me --INNA -109 [96] -6w-

Come With Me --Claptone -106 [87] -6w-

Everything You Do --AFROKI, Afrojack, Steve Aoki, Aviella -114 [91] -6w-

ADHD --Mae Stephens -84 [54]

Beautiful Things --Benson Boone -64 [63] -8w-

Rusty --Layto -67 [50]

Raccoons --Caravan Palace -69 [51] -7w-

Progressive Heart --Pat Premier (Dave Aude Remix) -70 [59] -7w-

Heart Still Beating --Nathan Dawe, Bebe Rexha -78 [2]

Diamond Therapy --Diplo, Walker & Royce, Channel Tres -79 [6]

Dizzy --Sick Individuals, LOUI LANE -82 [48]

***Business As Usual --Eliza Rose, MJ Cole (Night Shift Mix) -(new)

My Favorite Drug --Justin Timberlake -141 [102]

20 Something --Jessica Baio -91 [91]

Lil Freak --bbno$ -145 [104]

My Body --Illusionize, Y&M -103 [86] -6w-

***The Weekend --Anti-Up -(new)

***Good As It Gets --Blanco Brown -(new)

Never Ending Song --Conan Gray -144 [108]

Cutting Through the Country --Medium Build -102 [89] -6w-

Dreams --Ali Farben, Maurice Lessing, Emma Wells -120 [92] -8w

***MIne --Michael Gerow -(new)

Sweet Love --Myles Smith -142 [112]

***Keep Your Head Up --We Are Messengers -(new)

***I Hate You In The Morning --Otha -(new)

Human Nature --Yot Club -143 [115]

Kiss Me Better --Julie Bergan -122 [116] -6w-

Say It Right --Dubdogs, Farfetch'd -112 [65] -9w-

***In The Cards --Jamie Miller -(new)

She --Karin Ann (Benny Benassi Remix) -111 [94] -7w-

Fire In My Soul --Yulia Niko, Carn Crua -118 [118]

Need Your Love --Ikay Sencan, KALUMA, Adam Woods -125 [121] -6w-

Good For You --Dimitri Vegas, Chapter & Verse, Goodboys -123 [61]

Without Your Love --Deorro, TELYKAST, Catello -129 [123] -6w-

Can i Have This Groove --Kenyon Dixon -126 [121]

Outside Of Love --Becky Hill -131 [125]

Higher Ground --Purple Disco Machine, Roosevelt -132 [126]

Nothing Ever Changes --Vintage Culture, MAGNUS -133 [127]

Next Years Light ---Elliot Moss -92 [24]

Good In Goodbye --Frank Walker, Trivecta -93 [10]

Life Goes On --HU -96 [85] -6w-

Premeditated --FETISH -97 [81] -6w-

Broken By You --Alexander Stewart -95 [82]

No Reason --The Chemical Brothers Chris Lake Remix) -94 [31]

More Baby --Chris Lake, Aluna -100 [5]

Never Be Lonely --Jax Jones, Zoe Wees -130 [84] -10w-

Mirrors --Caravan Palace -124 [73]

Space --Shance Codd -110 [82]

Gravity --Matt Hansen -116 [111]

Lift Off --Dombresky -101 [13]

How Do I Say Goodbye --Adventure Club, Delaney Jane -104 [58]

You --Svidden, Seeb -98 [2]

U Miss Me --Vicetone -99 [1]

Sorry Ain't Enough --Michael Gerow -115 [52]

I Still Believe --Lecrae, forKing & Country -117 [112]

Body Moving --Eliza Rose X Calvin Harris -121 [43]

The Pussy Song --Ken the Man --135 [95]

Powerful Women --Pitbull, Dolly Parton -136 [15] -9w-

Purple Irises --Gwen Stefani, Blake Shelton -137 [28]

Shine Love In --Jai Piccone, 1tbsp -146 [146]

Might Just --Walker & Royce, James Patterson -140 [93]

4.21.24

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Here's the list of the remixes I used: Rita Ora - How We Do (Party) [Gustavo Scorpio Club Mix] Rita Ora, Tinie Tempah - RIP (Gregor Salto US Club Mix) Rita Ora - Shine Ya Light (Dannic Club Mix) Rita Ora - Radioactive (Baggi Begovic Extended Club Mix) Rita Ora, Iggy Azalea - Black Widow (Xookwankii Poisonous Club Mix) Rita Ora - I Will Never Let You Down (DJ Escape & Tony Coluccio Club Mix) Rita Ora - Poison (David Zowie Club Mix) Rita Ora, Charli XCX - Doing It (Manhattan Clique Club Mix) Rita Ora, Chris Brown - Body on Me (Dave Audé Tropical Remix) Rita Ora, Sigma - Coming Home (Danny Howard Club Mix) Rita Ora - Your Song (Joe Gauthreaux & Leanh Club Mix) Rita Ora - Anywhere (Joe Gauthreaux & Leanh Club Mix) Rita Ora, Avicii - Lonely Together (DJ Licious Extended Mix) Rita Ora, Liam Payne - For You (Yan Bruno Club Anthem Mix) Rita Ora, Charli XCX, Cardi B, Bebe Rexha - Girls (Rising Sun Extended Club Mix) Rita Ora - Let You Love Me (Country Club Martini Crew Extended Mix) Kygo, Rita Ora - Carry On (Amice Remix) Rita Ora, Tiësto, & Jonas Blue - Ritual (Ozkar Lugarel & Rubb LV Club Mix) Rita Ora - How To Be Lonely (Dario Xavier Club Mix) Rita Ora, David Guetta, Imanbek & Gunna - Big (Liran Shoshan Club Mix) Sigala, Rita Ora - You for Me (Extended Club Mix) Rita Ora - You Only Love Me (Shift K3Y Extended Club Mix) Rita Ora - Praising You (Dario Xavier Club Mix) Rita Ora - Don't Think Twice (Dario Xavier Club Mix) Rita Ora, Joel Corry & MK - Drinkin' (Extended Club Mix) Rita Ora, Robin Schulz & Tiago PZK - I'll Be There (Ach & Krach Edit)

[prismravine]

1. dave matthew’s band - american baby

2. lil peep - dying out west

3. the used - buried myself alive

4. deftones - rosemary

5. rainbow kitten surprise - no vacancy

6. good hangs - bad luck planet

7. florence + the machine - heavy in your arms

8. nothing, nowhere - clarity in kerosene

9. the lumineers - where the skies are blue

10. blink 182 - down

11. joji - slow dancing in the dark

12. amy winehouse - back to black

13. him - disarm me

14. beirut - guyamas sonora

15. have mercy - alive

16. ekkstacy - it only gets worse, i promise

17. the smiths - this night has opened my eyes

18. glass animals - heat wave

19. the cranberries - not sorry

20. spanish love songs - losers

21. the used - blue and yellow

22. oliver tree, robin schulz - miss you

23. lil peep - fingers

24. the goo goo dolls - here is gone

25. slow joy - crawling

26. queen - teo torriate

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VA - Spiritual Jazz 17: SABA / MPS - newest entry in Jazzman Records' excellent compilation series; release date is listed as January 25, 2025 but it's available now

The German SABA and MPS family of labels extended this sentiment to include music from musicians all around the world, no matter where they were from - and here on Spiritual Jazz 17 SABA MPS we explore that very theme. Throughout the ‘60s & ‘70s both labels released a wealth of music from a wealth of international jazz musicians coming from both North and South America, Europe, the Caribbean and the Far East. The aim was to release jazz that was exciting, innovative and interesting, regardless of style: there was swing, blues, bop, avant-garde, fusion – and spiritual jazz. Plurality became a defining feature and the immense breadth of their output made both SABA and MPS worthy European counterparts to American imprints such as Blue Note and Impulse. On Spiritual Jazz 17 SABA MPS we feature, among others, international contributions from Americans Elvin Jones, Nathan Davis & Dave Pike, Europeans Pedro Iturralde, Jef Gilson, and George Gruntz, and the Japanese Hideo Shiraki. In our extensive liner notes we outline the history of the SABA and MPS labels, and go some way to explain the spirit and philosophy behind the long-standing record company and the musicians who bore their souls to the recording process. Friedheim Schulz, who oversaw many of the sessions, has fond memories, “These guys had ideas, they had their special thing, it was the time when there were lots of ideas and new sounds and what have you, and [SABA proprietor] Hans Georg was always of the mind that people should do their own kind of music. So he gave them the chance to record and then he would just put out the albums and that was it! The musicians would really play what they wanted to play.” Their great legacy is a lineage of music that has transcended the fatigues of time, and we’ve picked prime examples from the SABA & MPS catalogues to uphold our own legacy in our long-running series of Spiritual Jazz. 

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Damage Gets Done - SAS: Rogue Heroes x OC - Chapter 11

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |-| Chapter 12 | Chapter 13

Summary: When a figure from her past is badly wounded, Diana must put herself in danger to save him

Relationships: L Detachment x Platonic!OC, Reg Seekings x OC

Warnings: Blood, gore, graphic violence, death

Word Count: 2.8k

Tags: @20th-centu-fairy-girl @6thofapril1917 @dcyllom @footprintsinthesxnd @regseekings

A/N: me? posting diana again? more likely than you'd think

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Andrew let out another groan as the car sped over a pothole, clutching at the bloody hole in his abdomen as his expression contorted in agony. Diana's gaze darted wildly like cornered prey, from the wound to the world passing by outside to a panicked Johnny in the driver's seat, trying to focus as Reg barked at him to keep driving. Her hands were entirely red, not a glimpse of flesh still visible, leaving bloody streaks in Schulz's blonde hair as her fingertips combed through it in a vain effort to soothe him.

"What the fuck are we doing here?!" She yelled, unable to fight the hint of terror that laced her voice.

"We're gonna drive to the next town and look for a doctor," Reg declared, struggling to decipher the crumpled old map he'd found in the glove box.

"Flimsy fucking plan - what if we don't find one? We just waste time until he dies?!"

"If we keep going for much longer he's dead anyway!" He barked, turning in his seat to glare back at her. For the briefest of moments, she saw that rage everyone always talked about - that violence that gave Reg Seekings his reputation, the aggression he'd never once thrown her way. She'd watched him gun down countless men - hell, she'd helped him do it. But he'd never snapped at her before. In its own way, it was somehow worse.

She shrank back into her seat like a scolded child, and for a moment he was stuck still, teeth bared in a snarl. Something flickered in Reg's eyes, as if he'd suddenly realised who he was talking to, and his expression fell. "Diana, I-"

"Save it. Find a fucking doctor."

Reg turned reluctantly, brow furrowed as he stared back down at the map, occasionally muttering directions to Johnny. Sat across from her, Andrew's legs crumpled uncomfortably across his lap, Kershaw stared, his gaze burning a hole into the side of Diana's head. She glared back for a second before her attention was ripped away by another agonised groan. Tilting her head up towards the roof of the car, she fought to blink away hot tears before they could spill. Even now, there was a part of her that was desperate not to cry in front of these men.

The breaks screeched as they sped into the next town, rolling to a sudden halt, and for a moment she could breathe again. Sliding Andrew off of her as gently as she could, Diana scrambled out of the car, wasting no time worrying about her bloodied appearance as she began to move. "Johny, keep the car running. Dave... just keep him alive as long as you can," she uttered. Reg was already climbing out as they headed further into the town, the stink of metal stinging her nostrils.

"We'll split up," He nodded firmly. "Find someone fast, bring them back here."

"If you need to leave without me, just do it. Don't wait."

She could tell he wanted to object, but she didn't intend to give him the chance. Veering down the first side street she passed, Diana picked up the pace, breaking into a steady jog, the sweat on her palms turning dried blood back to liquid again.

It was quiet here - too quiet. If she hadn't been so distracted it would've raised alarm, but all she could think was how greatly the sparsity lowered her chances of finding someone - anyone - who could help. She emerged onto another main road, the street sloping upwards slightly towards a huge house. In Cairo, it would've blended in seamlessly, but here it stuck out like a sore thumb, rising above every other building that surrounded it.

It reminded her of the military hospital back home.

If she'd been thinking straight, she would've steered clear of the place.

But Diana's mind had never been hazier. She sped up once more, beginning to run as she scaled the slope, never pausing to catch her breath as she reached the building.

Her fist came down against the door in rapid succession, the quick thud thud thud echoing out through the inside. But there was no time to wait, and when no immediate response came, she moved further around the place, searching desperately for any other possible means of entrance.

Halfway along the side wall was an opening - a long, narrow walkway extending straight from the alley to the central courtyard, and from here, she could see the palm trees inside, the fountain bubbling away. Diana tugged at the wrought iron gate, the hinges shrieking as it came open without resistance. She was staring a beast in the mouth. It was stupid. In the coming days, she would curse herself for this stupidity - curse her wretched mind for not warning her before it was too late.

But Diana could not have known what was to come. She slipped inside without a second thought, footsteps echoing against the tiled ground as she emerged into the courtyard.

Whitewashed walls rose high on all sides, the sun reflecting blindingly bright. A washing line extended across the yard suspended from opposite balconies up on the second floor, khaki shirts wafting gently in the breeze. Soldiers' uniforms. She grinned.

"Hello?! Anyone?!" Diana yelled, nothing but silence echoing back towards her. "Hello?!"

A door opened across the yard. She couldn't stop from smiling, a breath of relief escaping her. But then the figure stepped into the light. He was huge - bigger than any of the men in L Detachment, easily comparable to the brutes her father used to bring in for practice. Except there was no one to pay this man - no one to chastise him for hurting her. And above the breast pocket of his shirt, she spied the all-too-familiar eagle emblem that decorated the uniforms of the German army.

Sparing a second glance up at the washing line, she found every one of the shirts was the same. How had she been so blind?

Diana's hand reached for her belt, the blood draining from her face as she came up empty.

Where the fuck was her gun.

"Well," The soldier spoke, a relaxed edge to his voice that only succeeded in scaring her further. "Looks like we've gotten into some trouble, eh?"

She was still covered in blood, shirt still sticking to her skin in the places where it had become too thoroughly saturated to dry, even out in the desert air. She looked like hell. She looked like she'd just murdered several men with her bare hands. But if the English on her tongue hadn't been enough to betray her, the fear in her eyes certainly was.

There was no time to think. As soon as the pieces had fallen together, Diana turned on her heel, making a dash back the way she had come.

A hand seized her hair, a yelp escaping her as she was yanked backwards. She'd never expected a man of his size to be so fast. It became suddenly apparent that she was hopelessly, embarrassingly outmatched.

No one had prepared her for this.

How couldn't they have? How could her father have been so goddamn fucking stupid?

He'd trained her to fight in the comfort of her own home. Taught her using hired men, men who would only get paid at the end of the day if they drilled her in precisely the right way. All her life, without even realising it, there had been a subtle confidence in the back of Diana's mind, secure in the knowledge that - whilst these men might bruise her, scold her, humiliate her - they could never truly damage her.

That confidence was gone.

She lost her footing as he dragged her, just long enough to tumble onto her back, hitting the stone tiles with a pained groan and momentarily knocking the wind from her lungs. Gasping for a breath, Diana rolled onto her knees, narrowly dodging the first blow as a hard kick brushed past her. She lunged head first, seizing him around the middle without just enough momentum to send them both tumbling into the fountain pool, her eyes screwed tightly shut as she was momentarily submerged, scrambling to distance herself as quickly as possible.

But the fall scarcely seemed to slow the soldier down, and as Diana clambered out of the water, a sudden strike to the face caught her off-guard, eyes filling with tears the moment his fist collided with her nose. She stumbled back, but the blow had left her shell-shocked, unable to force her body to move in time before a second punch came. Then a third - knocking her this way and that until her head was spinning, her vision blurred.

How could he? How could her father have wasted her life with training so useless? How could he have deemed her ready, and sent her out into the world, only for her to crumble so fast?

He had her by the hair again. By now, she was too dazed to follow his movements, and barely had time to swallow a gulp of air before her head was forced under the water again, his fist holding her down as his other hand pinned one of her arms against her back.

Diana was panicking now, the water filling her nostrils and stinging her throat as she kicked out blindly with her legs. He pushed his body forward, knees pinning her against the side of the pool. She couldn't move.

I'm going to die here. And for what?

She opened her eyes, water pricking at her corneas, her body screaming at her to close them again. But she refused. The water was clean, clear enough to see through to the bottom, to the pipe running into the base of the fountain, pumping it with water to keep it going.

Diana blinked, squeezing her eyes shut for a second before taking another look. Yes, there it was. Every now and then, a cluster of air bubbles would rise from one of the joints, rising to burst on the surface. There was a gap - somewhere down there, the pipe had come loose.

She could feel that she was running out of time. But he had only enough hands to hold down one of hers. She reached out, desperately grasping for the pipe, pulling as hard as she could. The soldier noticed, distracted as he let go of her first hand to bend down and reach for the other.

Feeling her other hand suddenly come free, Diana groped blindly behind her until she felt skin, digging her nails in as hard as they would gold go, gouging into the flesh of his face.

He let out a cry of pain, stumbling as he raised both hands to cover his injury. She may have only had a second of freedom, but it was enough. Frantically raising her head above the surface, Diana took a hard gulp of air, so swift that it seared her throat, giving the pipe one last, fierce tug with both hands. She felt the metal give way, and suddenly the fountain's peaceful bubbling stopped, a jet of water spraying out at an awkward angle as droplets evaporated into mist in the African heat.

Before the soldier had a chance to seize her again, she had taken a swing. The pipe was heavier than she'd thought, hitting the side of his head with a loud, hollow pang. He was on the ground, still conscious, but barely. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins harder than it ever had before, blood thumping in her ears, blocking out anything but the sound of her own rapid heartbeat. She couldn't think.

And when the man moved, she hit him again.

Something in his skull cracked. He wouldn't move again.

But in the moment, this didn't seem to matter. Diana brought the pipe down against his head once, twice more, until he was just as covered in blood as she was, a ragged cry tearing itself from her chest.

"Fuck!" She sobbed, collapsing backwards onto the ground. Anyone could've found her here. Hell, Andrew could already be dead by now. But she couldn't force herself to move.

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The room was spinning - the fountain, now broken beyond repair, spilling out a pool of water that edged slowly closer and closer. There was blood on her hand - on her chest, on her face, the taste of it reaching her tongue. One of her eyes was swelling shut, but even as her vision blurred, she could not tear it from the body at her feet - sprawled across the tiles, lying on his face as she sat silently beside him, leaning back on her elbows, the metal pipe in her hand leaving her palm cold and numb.

Footsteps echoed off the walls, approaching from the corridor behind her, speeding up from a stroll to a run, getting louder and louder with each passing second. But the sound scarcely reached her, the thrumming of her heartbeat the only thing that felt real. Solid. The only thing she could truly focus on.

The footsteps reached her, and she grew aware of a figure standing beside her, pausing a moment to take in the chaos.

"... Fuckin' hell."

She felt a gentle hand take her wrist, softly prying the pipe from her grip, letting it roll away across the tiles with a metallic clatter. The figure reached around beneath her arms, hands meeting across her chest as she was unceremoniously pulled up to stand, her feet feeling awkward and weak beneath her. Diana opened her mouth, heaving a few breaths before she could speak, a droplet of blood rolling out over her lip.

"... Reg?" She whispered.

"Shhh. It's okay. You're okay. I got you."

I got you.

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Diana could feel sweat beading against her skin as she slowly regained consciousness, peeling open one eye, the other too swollen to go all the way. The tent walls rippled in the soft desert breeze, sand blowing in under the doorway. She took a deep breath, fighting against the headache that drummed behind her eyes as she pushed herself up on her elbows to half-sit, throat like sandpaper when she swallowed.

The tent flap was pulled back, and David Stirling crept quietly inside, brow furrowed, canister clutched tightly. His gaze flickered over her, doing a double take as he realised she was awake. "Jesus Christ," He sighed, lowering himself into the chair beside her cot. "Don't do that again."

"...How long have I been out?" She croaked. He held out the canister, and she snatched it from his hand, upturning the water to let it flow down her throat, an instant balm to her pain.

"You've been in and out for two days, but I doubt you'd remember anything. The 'in's never lasted long."

Diana nodded, another jolt of pain hitting her head as she moved it, dabbing a droplet of water from her chin.

"Do you know where we are?" David asked.

She coughed weakly. "Unfortunately."

A smile curled his lip. "She's back."

Easing herself down, she let her head sink back into the pillow.

"... Andrew?"

"Alive. Miraculously. As are you, somehow - you managed to wander into a German barracks, you bloody idiot."

"God," Diana groaned, lifting a hand to cover her face in embarrassment, flinching slightly as it skimmed across the bruised skin. "Please don't tell the others, I'll never hear the end of it."

"Oh, they already know," He nodded, interrupting before she could groan again. "They're rather impressed you made it out at all, actually."

"Bet they are," She sighed.

Letting out a grunt, David pushed himself back up to stand, heading towards the entrance. "I'll let the others know you're awake. You should get up - it'll do you good to go for a wander. I dragged Gamal up here and he figures your brain's probably still intact," They both chuckled somewhat bitterly at this, and he paused just as he was about to leave. "Oh, and - you might want to avoid looking in a mirror for the next few days. Sight for sore eyes."

"Oh, fuck off," Diana scoffed, tossing the now-empty canister after him as he went.

Alone once more, she sat up on the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest as she took a deep breath.

Something was different now.

Something had shifted.

Deep down, she wasn't sure she could pinpoint precisely what it was - what was gone, what had arrived that wasn't there before.

But a part of Diana Fayed had drowned in that fountain.

That much was certain.

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 11.26

Beer Birthdays

Georg Schneider (1817)

Simon E. Bernheimer (1849)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Johannes Bach; German organist and composer (1604)

Dave Hughes; Australian comedian (1970)

Eugene Ionesco; Romanian-French writer (1912)

Rich Little; comedian (1938)

Charles M. Schulz; cartoonist (1922)

Famous Birthdays

Bob Babbitt; bass player (1937)

Garcelle Beauvais; model, actor (1966)

Natasha Bedingfield; English singer-songwriter (1981)

Elizabeth Blackburn; Australian-American biologist (1948)

Margaret Boden; English computer scientist (1936)

Willis Carrier; air-conditioning inventor (1876)

Roz Chast,; cartoonist (1954)

William Cowper; English poet (1731)

Cyril Cusack; South African-born Irish actor (1910)

Frances Dee; actress and singer (1909)

DJ Khaled; rapper (1975)

Adolfo Pérez Esquivel; Argentinian painter (1931)

Lefty Gomez; New York Yankees P (1908)

Robert Goulet; American-Canadian singer (1933)

Davey Graham; English guitarist and songwriter (1945)

Sarah Moore Grimké; author (1792)

Blake Harnage; singer-songwriter and guitarist (1988)

John Harvard; college founder (1607)

Line Horntveth; Norwegian tuba player, composer (1974)

Raymond Louis Kennedy; singer-songwriter, saxophonist (1946)

Yumi Kobayashi; Japanese model, actress (1988)

Martin Lee; English singer-songwriter and guitarist (1949)

Bat Masterson; police officer and journalist (1853)

Anna Maurizio; Swiss biologist (1900)

Maurice McDonald; businessman, co-founder of McDonald's (1902)

John McVie; English-American bass player (1945)

Marian Mercer; actress and singer (1935)

Jim Mullen; Scottish guitarist (1945)

Marianne Muellerleile; actress (1948)

Michael Omartian; singer-songwriter, keyboard player (1945)

Ruth Patrick; botanist (1907)

Vicki Pettersson; author (1971)

Velupillai Prabhakaran; Sri Lankan rebel leader (1954)

Marilynne Robinson; writer (1943)

George Segal; artist, sculptor (1924)

Eric Sevareid; television journalist (1912)

Ilona "Cicciolona" Staller; Hungarian-Italian porn actor, politician (1951)

Jan Stenerud; Kansas City Chiefs K (1942)

Betta St. John; actress, singer and dancer (1929)

Julien Temple; English film director (1952)

Lysa Thatcher; adult film actress (1959)

Art Themen; English saxophonist and surgeon (1939)

Tina Turner; American-Swiss rock singer (1938)

Tony Verna; director and inventor of instant replay (1933)

Mary Edwards Walker; surgeon and activist (1832)

Ellen G. White; co-founder of 7th-day Adventist Church (1827)

Norbert Wiener; mathematician (1894)

Earl Wild; pianist and composer (1915)

Bill Wilson; AA founder (1895)

Karl Ziegler; German chemist (1898)

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