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Bootleg Mix by Glenn Underground
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Playlist for July, 2024.
#music#brazil#spotify#macy gray#mazzy star#dead can dance#sevdaliza#pabllo vittar#yseult#nicola conte#joaquin joe claussell#actress#glenn underground#house#techno#soul#dream pop#downtempo#Spotify
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#MixOfDay #Podcast #Radioshow #LiveDjset Traxsource LIVE! #486 with Terry Hunter Chicago's very own Terry Hunter is back on the decks this week for Traxsource LIVE! Terry is part of the legendary Chosen Few DJs and owns T's Box Recordings as well as Mirror Ball Recordings where you will find his latest smash hit with Deon Cole 'Post That' which is out now exclusively at Traxsource! Terry delivers a masterful blend of deep, soulful & funk this week with tunes from Emmaculate, Glenn Underground, DJ Spen, Alton Miller, Orlando Voorn and more. Get ready to vibe! 20+ countries, 80+ radio networks and 10 million+ weekly listeners can’t be wrong. Keep it Traxsource. Keep it underground. Follow us on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/user/traxsource Follow us on Soundcloud: https://ift.tt/e9BCXH3 Follow us on Facebook: https://ift.tt/DSiZJGC Follow us on Instagram: https://ift.tt/oBNG5CW Follow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/traxsource Terry Hunter - https://ift.tt/nvLI5tz Post That ft. Deon Cole - https://ift.tt/oi9wSOb Mirror Ball Recordings - https://ift.tt/bj2lUiD TERRY HUNTER - TRACKLISTING: JUN 27TH, 2024 01. Trinidadian Deep - Dub U Right - noctu recordings 02. Alton Miller - Light 03. Col Lawton - Ready For The Moment (Terry Hunter Remix) 04. Terry Hunter - When I Fell In Love Remix - Faith 05. Gianni Bini, Karmina Dai - Lately (Emmaculate Remix) 06. Deon Cole, Terry Hunter - Post That - Mirror Ball Recordings 07. Glenn Underground - Orchestra Electronica 08. Digital Native - Goodness Praise Break Remix - B.D.M. Music Group, LLC 09. Aaron K. Gray, DJ Spen, Gary Hudgins - Obey - Quantize Recordings 10. Orlando Voorn - Freedom - Fluid Funk FORTHCOMING GUESTS ON TRAXSOURCE LIVE! • X-Press 2 (July 4th) • Risk Assessment (July 11th) traxsource, Emmaculate, Faith, "traxsource live", "house music", "deep house", "Terry Hunter", "Chicago House", "Soulful House", "Deon Cole", "Post That", "Mirror Ball Recordings", "Glenn Underground", "DJ Spen", "Gianni Bini", "Fluid Funk", "Alton Miller", "Digital Native", "Karmina Dai" www.priokskfm.online https://ift.tt/SQNx7nV
#traxsource live#house music#deep house#Terry Hunter#Chicago House#Soulful House#Deon Cole#Post That#Mirror Ball Recordings#Glenn Underground#DJ Spen#Gianni Bini#Fluid Funk#Alton Miller#Digital Native#Karmina Dai#Priokskfm#mixofaday#traxsource#Emmaculate#Faith#Traxsource#SoundCloud
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Pale Blue Eyes — The Velvet Underground
#every song is about them#iasip#macdennis#dennis reynolds#mac macdonald#its always sunny in philadelphia#the velvet underground#pale blue eyes#edit#the gayer the better#literally insane#glenn howerton#rob mcelhenney#my edits
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Remembering cult cinema legend, queer icon, and Dreamlander, Divine on the anniversary of his birth.
R.I.P. (1945 - 1988)
#rest in peace#divine#harris glenn milstead#john waters#pink flamingos#multiple maniacs#female trouble#polyester#hairspray#underground film#drag performer#lgbtqiia+#fan art#queer art#queer artwork#birthday#actor#art#movie art#drawing#movie history
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✨️ W a t c h i n g ✨️
#PINK FLAMINGOS (1972)#JOHN WATERS#DIVINE#Harris Glenn Milstead#david lochary#mary vivian pearce#mink stole#Danny Mills#edith massey#Channing Wilroy#Cookie Mueller#Paul Swift#Jack Walsh#comedy#underground film
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9/17/23.
I remember hearing "What Goes On" from The Feelies "Only Life" LP and thinking it was a near perfect cover of a perfect song. Well, now we get 18 live reminders of how much The Feelies (New Jersey) love The Velvet Underground.
This is a double LP release of a live show in October 2018. Glenn Mercer, Bill Million, Brenda Sauter and the Demeski/Weckerman duo have given us an amazing gift. The only thing better than this live album would be to have seen it in person. One can only imagine.
This is being released by Bar/None Records.
#The Feelies#New Jersey#Bar/None Records#The Velvet Underground#Glenn Mercer#Bill Million#Brenda Sauter#Dave Weckerman#Stanley Demeski#Bandcamp
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Ooh. Now I want to ask the same question about the ghost bar cast
i thought about this more than i should have and now i have a dragon age inquisition au for my own ocs so thank you!!
Anyway Glenn in the ghost bar universe is literally. Just a guy. All his friends are either ghosts or death reapers or can do magic and he just. Makes drinks. ERGO in the dragon age verse he would be just a guy who happened to be at the conclave when it blew up and survived and got the mark. He is not a mage. He is not trained in any weapons. They make him inquisitor and in battle all he can do is use the mark of the rift like what once every 15 minutes. He does not want to be here he knows nothing about politics Solas betrays them at the end and he never even realized anything was going on with that guy.
Noel would be a necromancy/entropy mage (dalish maybe) and trisha would be a ranger, POSSIBLY a bard and i'm thinking city elf. tragically luna would probably be either an ex-seeker or ex-templar, probably helping with the mage underground.
#reply#ghost bar ocs#dai#for me#my art#NOW FOR BACKSTORY#glenn lives with christopher in the hinterlands christopher is an apostate working with the mage underground#but also he writes books#and then glenn has to leave because. well#inquisitor who is just some guy is my favourite trope
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Squeeze and The Jam in Smash Hits (1980)
#squeeze#the jam#another nail in my heart#going underground#chris difford#glenn tilbrook#paul weller
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The Incredible Hulk (1968) #268
#not Betty trying to play homemaker in an underground bunker#I remember she stressed when Glenn got kidnapped right after their honeymoon that she never even got to cook a meal for him#this here is coming after Betty divorced Glenn and then left the book for a while which was purportedly to learn independence#and she has shown a bit of firmness since then like when she was blunt with Glenn#but she’s still fully on board with Bruce’s fantasy where he’s a successful scientist and she’s his housewife raising his kids#so she's really just substituted Bruce for Glenn in her life plans who she initially was substituting for Bruce#the image of her trying to make this underground bunker a nice place to life#and then going through Bruce’s books and gushing about him is so striking to me#like girl this fantasy isn’t salvageable#there’s no way this path leads to contentment#soon after this the narration describes that she understands that#‘as long as the Hulk exists her love for Bruce Banner will be an endless exercise in despair’#but idk I don’t think that if Bruce was really cured or even if he was never turned into the Hulk in the first place#that that would suddenly make everything work out for them#idk it’s weird because they weren’t like together together before the accident#so their relationship without the complication of the Hulk was never depicted#but I’m not convinced being his housewife would have actually been satisfactory for Betty in the long run#like... it just can't be#marvel#bruce banner#betty ross#my posts#comic panels
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Follow our new Noise playlist. Is it weird to have @velvetunderground Sister Ray in with Flipper? We don’t think so. Hell, even early Sonic Youth had a Warhol vibe in spite of sounding like Glenn Branca.
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Glenn Underground to play London show this weekend | Juno Daily
Househead LDN hosts the Chicago house legend Glenn Underground, one of Chicago’s innovative deep house, tech, jazz house producers, will head to London for a one-off show this weekend, and there are heaps of complimentary tickets up for grabs. Underground, who stopping off on his return from ADE in Amsterdam – where he performs for Madam Invites Chicago alongside K Alexi Shelby and Robert Owens…
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⦑ THE FUCKING DEAD ⦒ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
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𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓┇𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑┇𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐅𝐈𝐂┇𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 LEON S. KENNEDY & CARLOS OLIVEIRA X AFAB GN! READER ADA WONG & JILL VALENTINE X AFAB GN! READER chapter synopsis: You are amongst the top five selected for this infiltration to take down Glenn Arias. An argument unfolds between the agents and you are forced to pick a side. chapter content: smut in next chapter, resident evil: vendetta spoilers, zombies, haunted mansion, explicit themes throughout this series. a/n: welcome to my second series!! (need to finish my first one oops) on a thursday one month ago, i thought to myself 'zombie threesome hehehe', then i took the idea and sprinted with it and this series is born. so, uh... zombiefuckers rise up?? « 3.3 k words | general masterlist | ao3 | reblogs appreciated! »
Millions are dying—Mass infections are happening across the globe swamping the streets with an unbeknownst fear. The symptoms of this virus are faint, indecipherable next to an x-ray of a man who is perfectly healthy. Not even the carrier themselves are aware of how the virus lies underneath their veins, dormant, until a click of button is pressed from a commander far away, then their symptoms worsen: a headache, a cold, veins turning purple as the poison hatches in them, spreading, until the only thing that can manoeuvre their limbs is the word: KILL.
That’s the greatest strength of this virus. Anyone can be infected, and maybe, you already are.
This product first reached the underground market three months ago. Called the A-Virus; a bioweapon succeeded in the market for its ability to infect targeted communities remotely and leaving no evidence on the perpetrator, which no other distributors had successfully produced before.
Engineered by Glenn Arias, the researcher sold over thousands of this bioweapon, becoming a billionaire overnight at the cost of lives lost from the whims of the rich. He supplied the wealthy and corrupted, like insatiable brats, with new remote-controlled monster trucks, who only aims to tear down families and have their victims beg mercy to a monster that will not speak reason.
Hence, this problem brought attention to a global scale, having the DSO come in alliance with the BSAA and other independent mercenaries to hunt down the vaccine and put a stop to Arias’ grand schemes. Handpicking five agents who are equipped with both experience and skill to combat a zombie attack on this scale of doom and urgency.
Those five agents are Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira, Leon S. Kennedy, Ada Wong, and you.
A plan is already in place. A distraction concocted with your intel and the help of a senior researcher of all things bioweapons, Rebecca Chambers. While Arias is busy attending fake business meetings on the other side of the world, the five of you will infiltrate his private mansion to retrieve a concentrated sample of the A-Virus. Rebecca can use the sample to reverse engineer it into a cure and send her findings to facilities across the world.
The plan sounds brilliant in writing, but when you arrived his private mansion in Queretaro region, Mexico, something is off about this place.
Arias is a mastermind, you had been warned many times, in which you appropriately prepared all your best gear for this mission to treat it with utmost gravity. You’re thinking armed guards, well-equipped security, BOWs. But when the five of you pushed open the front doors of his mansion, it was quiet.
Empty. Not a single soul. Just five of you greeted by the whisk of wind through weakly hinged windows that somehow makes the humid air stick to your skin further. Did Rebecca get the wrong info? No one lived there. From what you heard when you were in town, not even the locals dare to venture anywhere near the odd gothic mansion on the top of the hill. They said it’s abandoned, cursed, rumoured to whisk away young children if they ever step foot inside.
It’s a story they say to stop the naughty kids, you remind yourself. It’s not haunted. And you’re not a kid anymore.
The inside is abandoned. Cobwebs lay thick between cornices and carved columns, the floors laced with a film of dust on the luxurious dark wood flooring, creaking with worn age as you take each step. Besides the chandelier, every single piece of furniture is either the same colour of black or red, or nothing else. The soft red velvet upholstery and the rug are made with the same fabric. And you can find the same dark wood in every corner of this house. It’s in the tables, the shelves, the chaise, the painting frames, and stone-like head sculpture whittled with the same exact dark wood, ridged the exact uniform way.
Then, you look at the wall. Black patches of mould smearing across the burgundy wallpaper like a crime scene.
Something creaks behind you. The hair on your arms stands up as you shiver, immediately followed by a wave of embarrassment. Despite the number of times you had taken down hordes of incoming zombies like they’re cardboard targets, why is a bit of wind freaking you out? It’s not a ghost, just old foundations, maybe mice, or wind kicking something off a table, like how every old house sounds like. You look around to see if anyone else catches you jumping at nothing, before Jill says, thankfully unaware of your worry:
“God, the smell. What have they done to this place?” Her hand flies over her nose as if that will help to shield any smell whatsoever. Unfortunately, the building is moulded far beyond salvageable that the stench lingers in every part of the mansion.
“I’m sure it’s not that bad. We get weeks-old corpses in body bags every day. It’s absolutely retching.” Jill’s earpiece fizzes into life, and she recognises the familiar playful lilt of Rebecca’s voice on the other side of the line.
“At least that’s refrigerated and contained, Rebecca. This fucking stinks.” Jill scrunches her face like she just ate something unpleasant.
“I’m sending my sympathies from my well-conditioned lab right now.”
Carlos appears from Jill’s behind, placing a firm, teasing hand on top of Jill’s shoulder. His wavy curls catch in the wind and his teeth glistens sparkly white. “Yeah Jill, got a problem with my natural musk?”
Jill shrugs his hand off, grimacing at his attempts at flirtation. “Take a shower first, then we’ll talk.”
In which Carlos laughs, holds his hand out at his heart as if it was just torn into shreds. “That hurts my feelings, Jill. Why aren’t you ever saying things like that to pretty boy over there?”
“I have a name, Oliveira.” The blond man turns around at the call of his nickname, familiar with the nickname, but it's not pleasantly received by him.
“I think pretty boy suits you more, Kennedy.” Carlos replies, a glint in his voice that hints something a bit less than friendliness between them.
“Ah, so you do know my name.” Leon quips back while staring directly into Carlos’ eyes, before getting cut off by Jill.
“I would, Carlos, but if I have to hear one more corny ass comeback from Leon’s mouth, I’ll throw myself out the window right now.”
“Takes a genius to get my humour.” Leon smirks.
Your eyebrows raise almost immediately to chime in. “Erm… I think we have different meanings for the word ‘genius’.”
Quiet chuckles ripple through the room. It helps that you have worked with these guys throughout the years and had come to know and get close to them—some a bit closer than just friends—but none of them are strangers by far. Usually, you would be working with only one or two of these guys, never in a big group like this, but it seems that everyone is already well-acquainted with each other.
You toss a glance at Carlos and catch him staring at you, smiling. Ah, you see now. Carlos must have been trying to lighten the mood because you had been jumpy ever since you had arrived. You nod at him, a silent thank you before the five of you venture deeper into the eerie atmosphere.
The goal is to arrive at Glenn Aria’s office. According to Rebecca’s intel, Arias hid a concentrated sample in a safe last time he was here. You will need Ada to crack the safe to retrieve the sample and deliver it to Rebecca. As you traverse the corridors, it twists and turns in different directions—whoever engineered this did not enjoy unexpected guests at all. But under Rebecca’s guidance, she walks you and your team through the labyrinth with ease and precision.
But unfortunately, not ease and precision on your part. You trip over your own leg and almost fall to the floor as you round a harsh turn according to Rebecca’s instructions, and Jill catches you right on the arm before you fall.
“Easy there.” Jill pulls you up the ground, and you regain some balance. “You good? Mind your step.”
“Why did I agree to babysit?” Ada speaks, finally, for the first time in this mission. Despite how quietly she spoke under her breath, her words abruptly cut through the air, and all attention is on her and the red sweater dress that curves into her frame perfectly now.
“Oh, I bet once you get your paycheck it will be worth it. Or will you be betraying us, huh, Ada?”
Leon smirks loudly. Ada’s face goes from tired to exhausted in one second. “You just can’t let bygones be bygones, can you?”
“That’s rich coming from someone who used to work for Wesker.” Ada’s heels come to a stop, and with a slow turn, she stares deeply into Leon’s eyes that speak a million threats without needing to be utter a word. Oh, and believe me, you do not want to be messing with Ada. You learnt that the hard way.
“Woah, guys. Let’s keep this civil. No need to get heated.” Carlos rushes to stand right between them as the duo glares at each other with passionate fury and resentment.
You nod, joining Carlos’ side to stand by him. “Carlos’s right. This is not the time to pick a fight.” But it falls on the deaf ears of Leon and Ada.
“Thousands were killed. I want what’s good for the people, and I’m not sure Ada here is on the same page.” Leon continues, adding fuel to the fire.
Ada lets out a disbelieved gasp in response, before recollecting herself and replying in her usual tone of calmness: “Someone has to pay the price. I’m just the executor.”
“Regardless of our motivations, we all are on the same side here.” Carlos attempts at resolution again, putting his hands up in between them, and fails embarrassingly once more.
The air is heated with hostility; Leon and Ada’s eyes are locked in a trance, a hazy spite that reigns their composure, that looking away from each other means forfeiting. You don’t see either of them walking away first, they are both prideful people after all.
“Uh… Jill? Some help?” Carlos looks around to find Jill, who is leaning against a wall, her arms relaxing by her sides, unphased by the fire stirring right in front of the crowd.
“Not my circus, not my monkeys.” Jill is merely waiting for either one of the parties roll over.
You feel speckles of flame through the two of them, as if steam is retreating over the top of their heads, burning not just them, but also everyone else in the room. Until the boiling point hits, and it erupts all in one second. The duo walks away, off to different directions in bitter adrenaline, until you and Carlos are just looking at each other.
“I guess we’ll take five. There’s a safe room up ahead.” Carlos is speaking, but you’re the one listening.
The five of you enters the safe room in silence. It is a storage room—despite its name, it’s quite large for a normal storage room—with boxes stacked on all ends that made the room seem smaller in comparison. A ceiling light illuminates the room dimly, but it isn’t enough to shade away years of old animosity from their past.
The lively conversations you had mere minutes ago is gone now. Just silence and awkward rustling as each of you sits in your own designated corner. Carlos and Jill find themselves a seat on top of a firm box. Leon and Ada giving each other the silent treatment, standing on farthest end of the room to each other. You are simply minding your own business, gathering materials to craft a flashbang to pass the time. Doesn’t hurt to have more supplies anyway.
There is a notable division on each side, an imaginary alliance that you choose to be on neither side. Until Leon crosses the boundary line, somehow making his way to you. He picks up an empty grenade case next to you, assembling the pieces together for your project.
“Sorry you had to see that.” A little guilt tugs at Leon’s voice.
“Not at all. I get why you felt that way.” Leon nods, a look of gratitude hanging softly through a smile. His other finger seals the flashbang cap and hands it back to you. “But you need to learn to control your temper. Especially when it comes to Ada.”
Speaking of Ada, a shiver runs down your spine suddenly. The feeling of someone sending laser signs and telepathic warnings towards you. You turn around towards the direction of the aura to find Ada, her back leaning against the wall, arms crossed without engaging or acknowledging anyone in the room. She stands by herself alone, and that’s how you had always known Ada—distant and in her own mysterious world. Not really a chatter, despite the number of times she had saved you in the past.
Ada does not look at you, but you can feel her glaring down—either you or Leon—with her entire body.
“Good to see the two of you getting along at least.” Carlos holds out two plastic water bottles to you two from a supply crate he found in the room, which Jill has finished downing two of them already.
You two gesture ‘no thanks.’ Ada does not spare Carlos a glance at his direction when he offers.
“You’re welcome, I guess.” Carlos says sarcastically, before taking in a generous sip from his drink.
There’s a moment of silence. Then, a moment of dry coughs; a squeak of footsteps, a joint click from a stretching neck. Then silence once more.
“I’ve had enough.” Jill slaps her hands on her thigh before pushing herself up from her seat. “You guys gonna keep acting like kids? Grow up, this isn’t high school anymore. Take your drama outside. If we’re gonna take down Arias, we have to get along. And yes, that means moving on from shit that happened… five years ago? Five years ago and you two are still hung up? Unlike you all, I’m actually looking forward to go home and get a decent shower, hopefully soon.”
You nod in approval as Jill speaks her mind, and you are glad at least the few of you have their priorities in order. Ada flicks her head away from Jill, but her silence is telling of how much she is thinking over Jill’s words.
“Leon, can you accept this?” Jill asks.
There’s a bit of reluctance in his voice, but he agrees anyway. “Fine.”
“Ada?”
Before Ada can respond, smoke is creeping into your vision, coming in quick. It merges into your view, obscuring it, and you whiff something artificial, some kind of chemicals that is piercing to your nose and eyes. You can’t help but wince, hands groping the air in attempts to find comfort in the person closest to you—anyone for that matter—to indicate you’re safe and is indeed not under attack. Your fingers find themselves in a fistful of someone’s shirt, muscles tensing tightly underneath the fabric on their shoulder cap.
“Leon. Is that you?” You cry out.
“It’s me. Stay close and don’t let go. It’s an ambush.” Leon pulls your arm towards him, securing your safety with his hand in yours.
There is some coughing through the air, faint panic in voices underneath the hissing of gas that seems to be coming from above. You hold onto Leon a bit tighter.
Carlos calls out desperately “Where are you guys? Is everyone okay?” as he flaps his hand around the smoke to stir it away. He finds you and Leon almost immediately, and looks down to your hands, finding them clasped tight against each other. Your hand lets go of Leon flying behind your back, but Carlos already saw it.
Jill is coughing deep from the smoke. “I-I’m here!”
“It seems like we’re all here.” Ada says, composed as ever despite the circumstances.
The smoke dissipates—until most of the fog fades away, escaping through the cracks underneath the door to the other side. Leaving the five of you standing in the same storage room darting eyes around, seemingly unharmed, and even more confused.
After what feels like a while later, Jill finally breaks the silence: “Huh. What was that?”
“No enemies.” Ada unholsters the pistol from her belt, inspecting the room and the door behind the room. “Clear on this side too.”
It’s strange. If this is an ambush, why isn’t there an attack?
Leon places a finger on his earpiece to activate his microphone. “Rebecca, come in. We’ve just been ambushed by some kind of smoke, but nobody’s hurt. Happen to know what’s going on?”
His earpiece buzzes into life. “Hmm, let’s see. From the architecture plans, I see the vents are connected to a lab below. It seems abandoned, there are no signs of anyone triggering an attack on my end.”
“Whatever it is, we need to investigate.” Leon’s voice is firm and serious. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
You swallow deeply, fear settling back inside you. “You think it’s a trap?”
“I think…” Leon pinches his chin. “…Arias knows that we’re here.”
Your heart drops—Bundle of fear, anxiety and stress springing back into your nerves as you probe at the possibility of Glen Arias knowing where you are. What you’re trying to do. Making sure you will never reach that sample despite your hardest wills.
“He shouldn’t. Rebecca, didn’t Arias get on the jet?” Carlos is also thinking too.
“Affirmative. Security footage showed Arias walking into his private jet, and it took off four hours ago. He should still be in the air. No signal of them making a pitstop anywhere.”
You hear black pumps clacking against the hardwood floor. “I’m getting the sample.” Says Ada, her foot is already halfway out of the door. “Follow me or not, I don’t care. I’m here for the objective, and only that.”
“And what if something happens to you?” Carlos asks, genuinely concerned.
“I’ll deal with it if it happens.” Ada waves dismissively.
“Ada’s right, we could be set on a wild goose chase.” Jill chimes in. “Millions of lives are dying. We don’t have time to waste.”
“I guess it’s just you and me then, pretty boy.” Carlos rounds his arm around Leon’s neck, bringing him closer in an almost choking grip, a little too close and tight to his liking. And with Leon’s history with Carlos, Leon refuses to believe this is just a friendly gesture.
Leon grimaces, removing Carlos’ hand over him. “So that’s it? We’re splitting up?” The answer is unanimous. “Fine. I guess we’ll cover more ground if we split up.”
Rebecca, through the other side of your earpiece, speaks: “Be careful everyone. You don’t know what kind of schemes Glenn Arias had set up. Please stay safe.”
“We’ll be fine, as long as we don't have any traitors in our team.” Leon says the word ‘traitor’ while maintaining eye contact with Ada. She ignores him, simply deadpans.
“Well, what about you?” Leon nudges at your arm.
You are faced with two options. Indulge in your curiosity and find the source of the gas, or stick to mission as planned? Both options will be dangerous. So who will you trust with your life?
[OPTION A] “I’ll follow the girls.”
[OPTION B] “I’ll follow the boys.”
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 thanks for reading! come check out my other works! —yours truly, rose. i love my beta reader @scar-crossedlvrs! series taglist: @j3llyd0nut @ovaryacted @daydreamrot @madcap-riflette @access--granted @obsolescent @briermelli @secretiveauthor @ghosty-frog @navstuffs @slowcryinginthedark @rentaldarling @lesbntired © roseglazedlens — please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.
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+ the lady just wiped two kingdoms off the map in the space of, like, maybe a month?, with the second being a few weeks at most after oscar and ozma atomized her vast fleet of zillions of grimm. in atlas she ripped open the continent to draw up a literal river of grimm from the core of the planet without any apparent effort at all, and spent hours spawning hundreds of grimm per second again without any apparent effort.
ozma has successfully kept this woman's existence a secret for thousands of years.
i, uh, do not believe he could have accomplished that if salem was exerting even a FRACTION of the effort she is now to fuck with him, as opposed to letting him self-destruct over and over again out of paranoia and dishonesty. y'know, "and when it turns out to be yet another routine patrol, it'll be 'i always preferred discretion!'" & all.
leans out a window. it is not salem’s fault that oz uses child soldiers to guard his fortresses. it’s not her fault that he made a deliberate strategic choice to recruit children into a war they didn’t even know they’re fighting. (and it certainly isn’t her fault that he’s been getting kids killed in training for decades before she made her first move!)
he has been trying to destroy her for thousands of years while salem lived in exile, not fighting back, until one of those grown-up child soldiers found out the truth and gave her something to fight for. if your defenders are all children because you set up your fortresses to masquerade as schools, if you for decades continually made the choice to use children as unwitting human shields then you don’t get to blame the enemy when children die on the front lines. YOU PUT THEM THERE.
#and i mean grimm also do discriminate!#even when salem isn't around!#points at menagerie.#points at that huge flock of grimm flying past argus to engage the military ships attacking the leviathan.#points at the centinels just like chilling underground until the geist or the hound call for backup in v7/v8.#points at the grimm neighboring the mountain glenn undercity not drilling through the rock to get at the people#until an explosion opened the caverns.#left alone they do not actually seem to be that aggressive#at least compared to their reputation#which i have to assume is intentional because: unreliable narrators show.#lol
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dreamed about an always sunny episode where frank decides he wants to have one last big night out (which he called the “ultimate frank reynold’s party blowout”) before he euthanizes himself and the episode consisted of the gang taking him to their favorite clubs and mac took them to an underground rave or “gay bash” where dennis slowly realizes that every single person there looks exactly like him (all were played by glenn howerton in various wigs and costumes. he got an emmy nom for the episode)
#it was also an elementary crossover and the gang lived right next to the brownstone#and sherlock and watson’s boyfriend had teamed up to renovate her basement to boost her social life#but then the basement flooded because the cops killed someone down there#which naturally affected paddy’s#the last scene i saw before i woke up was charlie and mac in the bar talking about last night and mac tearfully saying he was going to#euthanize himself too because dennis didnt even like him anymore#also he complimented dee on how well she’d committed to her dennis costume at the rave#to which dennis replied SO YOU ADMIT THAT IT WAS A RAVE ABOUT ME!?!?#iasip#its always sunny in philadelphia#its always sunny#mac mcdonald#dennis reynolds#frank reynolds
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On November 8, 2019, Female Trouble was screened at the Thessaloniki International Film Festival.
Here's some new Divine art to celebrate!
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