#he's been zoomin

[quickboot]

Slow down little guy you are breathing SO fast

[vanweezer]

butterfly in the skyyyyyyy i can fly twice as highhhhh

∞

[skrunksthatwunk]

just put my snake in his newly refurbished enclosure and he's doing laps <333

[bsecco]

they are sooooo happy he's gone lol

[humblequestvinyl]

i'm not pretty

I’M NOT PRETTY, CONRAD FISHER X FEM!READER

APART OF THE ‘ANOTHER ON THE WAY’ SERIES

SUMMARY: while dating one of the hottest boys on cousin’s beach, and an accidental like on an old instagram post, singer y/n l/n realizes exactly what her relationship with the entails, and past girls she might have pissed off.

inspired by i’m not pretty by megan moroney

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lowercase is intentional! wc: 0.7k

warnings: reader is blonde today (i promise this will make sense), belly being kinda a bitch!! (peace and love), use of nickname/relationship nicknames (babe)

a/n: guys this is not my best work but thats what i get for not writing since november

“UM, HEY CONRAD?”

y/n called out as she sat in the kitchen of the susannah fisher’s beach house, and the boy turned the corner, giving the girl he loved a wide smile.

“what’s up sunshine?”he questioned, resting his head on the shoulder of the blonde, and he could see instagram open on the girl’s phone, “who’s this?”

y/n pulled up a profile, with her face filled with confusion, and she heard conrad groan as soon as he saw it, “is it someone bad?”

“my ex girlfriend.”conrad told her, and the girls lips shaped into an ‘oh’, before tilting her head slightly.

“but i thought you and nicole were just a fling?”she questioned before conrad went back and tapped on the profile once more, “sunshine that isn’t nicole.”

“that’s belly.”

isabel conklin. the girl that had always loved conrad, and could never move past the breakup between the two. even now when she was interested in his brother, and conrad was dating y/n, the girl couldn’t move past the boy that should have been hers.

“yeah, that explains a bit of it.”y/n shifted back in her seat as conrad walked across the island, and raised an eyebrow at her, “what! you and i both know she wasn’t exactly nice to me the last time i was here while she was.”

y/n was right, belly wasn’t nice to her the last time the two were both at the beach house together. in the blonde’s words, the girl was a bitch. but she tried to be as nice as she could for conrad’s sake, knowing how much the conklins meant to his family.

“did she comment anything?”conrad questioned, and y/n shook her head no, “maybe she heard one of the songs you wrote and accidentally liked the post.”

the blonde gave the boy a look, knowing how wrong he was, “i love how naive you are.”

“i am not naive!”conrad argued as the blonde walked away, up towards the guest bedroom she had been staying in at the fisher’s beach house.

“keep telling yourself that babe!”y/n shouted before she climbed up the stairs, and into the room where her guitar sat, just screaming at her to write a song for her upcoming EP.

the girl had recently been signed to a record label, and while the inspiration had been there, the words wanting to be sung had disappeared from thin air. until now it was almost like a fire had been lit under her as soon as she got the instagram notification, all the words wanted to spill out of her.

it was almost hours before conrad finally peaked into the room, to see his girlfriend hovering over her song book, with her guitar playing and he could see himself in the background of her video.

“somewhere out there, my boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend is scrolling through my instagram.”she sang, and a small smile crept up onto conrad’s face knowing this would make her ep.

“tearing me down, passing the phone around like there’s nothing better to talk about.”the blonde went on, playing what conrad would call a beautiful cord progression on her guitar, “zoomin out, zoomin in, overanalysing.”

“head queen of the mean girl’s committee.”

“but whatever helps, keep telling yourself i’m not that pretty.”she finished, before turning off her video, finally noticing conrad standing in the doorway.

“that’s going on the EP isn’t it?”he questioned as y/n stood up, wrapping her arms around the boy she adored.

she looked up at him with a wide smile, before nodding slightly,

“you know me so well, lover boy.”

[izmaddieyt]

NOP

HE GETS HIS MEDICINE

TO DA QUARATINEATION HE GOES

He will be given ONCE turkey slice! HE SHALL NOT BE GREEDY! Else he gets his BATH! He is FILTHY!!

Tis blury-

BUT LOOK AT HIM.

LOAFED WITH HIS STOLEN CHIPS?!

@theforgottencrow

AHEM?!?!?!?!

[snowed-leopard]

I dont’t know if y’all are down for 1600 words of only slightly jargon filled and incredibly niche headcanons, but here we go?

The mercs go sailing! (And also boating / paddling in general. They deserve the options.)

(There’s a small glossary of terms, and reference photos of the boats I’m thinking about and mentioning at the end for your convenience. Please note I’m a pretty amateur sailor and I’ve prolly explained or typed something wrong) ((yes it got nerdy enough I felt a glossary was warranted, I’m sorry))

scout: Oh dear god this man is gonna be a mess until he gets it but when he does he goes ZOOMIN. put him in a sunfish or a racing boat, like a catamaran. first time he's on a steep heel he screams like a baby but when he realizes it means more speed he's totally down, hook him into that cat's trampoline straps and eat his sea spray, bitch. (He does not care that they are on a freshwater lake, it’s sea spray in his heart) he's a chronic capsizer in a sunfish though because he keeps overcorrecting when trying to catch all the wind he can. He is banned from the motorboats for reckless behavior and roughhousing enough to nearly send poor pyro and demo overboard. Gets sent up the mast on one of the bigger boats to fix a light on the top of the mast and nearly shits his pants despite being very assuredly safe.

heavy: he honestly would probably run the motor boats the most, but if there had been a chance for one of the really large sailing vessel (40-70ft) where he actually has room to move, he would be down. hes mostly just reading and fishing out beached or turtled mercs. occasionally drafted into helping scout unflip bc heavy actually weighs enough to leverage the daggerboard right, unlike scout, because he keeps filling his sail with water and making more effort to right the boat. He’d be a saint if he could work the 30 footers when they’re pulling the halyards to turn because he’d be able to pull those so well, is weary of the boom from his height

demo: he's chilling on a flat bottomed fishing boat napping and fishing for most of the day, but he periodically goes out in a canoe with sniper to catch some fish separate from the motor boat, and also mess around. his balance is just messed up enough that later in the day he can't really do any of the 20 foot boats and definitely not a sunfish, but if you catch him earlier in the day he'd probably manage a nice trip in a 20 footer. He gets a little rowdy on the big 30 foot and tries to swing around on the side stays while horsing around with scout and as the boat jerks, he totally falls. it was inevitable one of the men would do he just ended up the unlucky bastard to be the center of the man overboard drill

Engie: splits his time fishing on the motorboat and messing around with all the boats, he does a little of everything, he most of all likes the 20-30 footers because he can calculate out all the rope tensions and physical at play in the down moments between turns without having to worry too much. He does enjoy the quiet of being alone in the sunfish tho, the rest of the boys joke he just likes it because they’re the same size as him (small).

 thinks about how much speed he’d need to run them over with in said sunfish to make them quit. Barely refrains. He is incredibly interested in tinkering with the motors on all of the sailboats and motorboats to see how he could improve their efficiency. Refrains on basis of not wanting to kill them and wreck the boat

sniper: snipes is mostly kayaking around away from everyone's chaos to do some fishing and birdwatching, probably hops on the 20 footer with demo for chill times, hates the sunfish because he kept getting hit by the boom because he was too tall to bend under it when turning and couldn’t rig it higher up and medic got tired of coming back in and taking care of the head wounds. He is having a grand time when scout’s not harassing him in the sunfish. But he does get very accurate at using his paddle to splash scout. Comes in with the biggest haul of fish, crabs, prawns, and inexplicably, 3 turtles, a duck, and a righteously confused snapping turtle for everyone to grill up at the end of the day.

pyro: on the catamaran with scout zipping around. heard the boat had a trampoline, was sorely disappointed, but is bouncing on it anyways. does not like the sunfish because swimming in their suit isn't fun when they don’t anticipate it and they kept tipping before they got the hang of it. bizarrely good at tying the knots for the lines though, no one knows how they manage this though their gloves. got heavy to drive the motor boat really fast while they sit on the front and despite how rough it is (you slam up and down a little when you go really quick) they are hooting and hollering and having the time of their life. Nearly lost the sunhat they brought along and cried. Sniper has to dive down in the lake to retrieve it for them.

spy: this man absolutely used to competitively race, he yearns for his old racing boat back in france, gets over it by trying to teach the others the noble art of it, scout is the only one who tries and races and they get along oddly well once they get past scouts incessant ability to turtle sunfish. he's also on the 20 footer a lot because it reminds him of his old boat (he brings it up at every opportunity, very insufferable about it) he can absolutely do all of the fancy knot tricks that are a bitch and a half to master. Will rant about boat maintenance and design. Very Opinionated about what makes some boats ugly or beautiful. One of the only times he gets down and dirty is to maintain or repair the boats and their motors. He surprises engineer majorly with his knowledge.

medic: mostly likes the big 30 footer but does not mind going on the kayaks once or twice. gets a little wild with the helm (steering) commands, gets very dramatic with it. most likely to get sea sick to me, he also manages to scamper around rigging with far more grace than you would think. He is utterly enamoured with the various ways these boats can and have injured people though. He finds the interiors of the larger ones quite cozy and likes the design. The birds love following him around as he sails and stretching their wings, nestle back on him when they get tired. It gives him a fucked up pirate vibe with the chilling grin and bloody dove from sitting on snipers head on his shoulder.

soldier: oh goodness, have you ever wanted more naval trivia? because this man has all of it, correct and not. used overhand knots as stopper knots on the sails (derogatory) and gave spy a conniption because of it. he's lookout on the bigger boats because he wanted to "command the largest of their naval fleet" he has an impressive ability to know the wind and gauge its changes and how to keep the right point of sail (how your sails are set up) he's very "old eccentric sailing guy" to me. He is a beast at charting and piloting (positive) and can do dead reckoning math (slightly complex little bit of locational determination based on what’s around you at what angle and speed) with surprising ease. Excellent at doing knots, uses them wrong. (He’s doing that part intentionally to give spy grief. Whoever said solly couldn’t have a little fun?)

sunfish, little 1-2 people boat, about 14 feet long, very nimble, but flip (and luckily unflip) easily. Need lower wind speeds because itty bitty (not my personal fave to sail, but incredibly popular still, they’re not bad I just prefer larger less flippy boats)

catamaran: two hulled boat, used a lot for racing, has a web like a trampoline stretched between them, with straps sewn on so you can slide your feet under to not fall, or clip yourself right onto one of the side stays. 1-3 people ish (incredibly fun to sail, seem like they’re slow until they grab the wind right then you’re gone. I know a dude with a hilarious custom sail for his)

20 footer: general term im using for all the medium sized 2-6 person sailboats of abt this length (this specifically I’m showing here is a Chrysler buccaneer 18! IRL I’m working to repair one currently)

30 footer: like above, but these are up to maybe 8 or more people, minimum of 4 ish though for the sake of control in my very non expert opinion (what I’m specifically showing here is a tartan 30, which I also routinely sail! Ours is a piece of shit with a busted internal motor so we bolted a comparatively tiny one to the back. and I lover her anyways, we call her water rat even though that is most definitely not her name)

heel: when you’re boats at an angle in the water relative to the water, how flat or angled you are, having this is good! It means you’re catching a lot of wind and less boat in the water means less drag (you can see it in the catamaran pic)


daggerboard: a removable board in small boats like sunfish, (exists in other forms in larger boats) that points straight down and keeps the boat moving in a straight line, it pokes out the bottom and when you flip you pull down on this with all your (and your partner’s if you have one) weight to right your boat again. Do it fast or your sail will fill with water like a scoop and make it harder.


sidestay: mostly on 20 ish and up size boats, part of the system of metal cables that put tension on your mast to keep it pointed up straight, one of the things u can hold on (never hold onto rope) on a boat for stability part from handles and safety lines


boom: the metal pole running parallel to the deck of the boat at the bottom of the main sail, it's called a boom because when you turn, and it swings to the other side of the boat with the sail, and if your head is in the way well… it sounds like boom. Gives concussions even on sunfish, the power of metal tuning, and speed.


halyards: the lines you pull on the big boats when turning, have enough tension that they need winches to tighten and take in often times

[dylanisdazed]

Ello doods!!

Thanks again for all the well-wishes and concern!

A lot of people have been asking questions, so I figured I'd just make a post!

I fell off a THIRD-floor balcony! However, the house was one where the front was three levels, but in the back, the first level was sort of underground so it was really only like a second-floor fall and luckily it was in a grassy area!

Soooo, I was completely naked and uh, me and Adam were uh, doin stuff 🥰👀 I climbed up on the railing to bend over to give him better access 😂🙃 which he kept telling me not to but it was kinda hot and then boop I tumbled right on over. Adam came zoomin down and called 911! He was really worried because my head was bleeding (just a minor cut on the back of my head) and I was pretty delirious 🙃😂

Fortunately, I just have some bruising on my face and right side of my body, although they said they'll look worse in a day or 2, a concussion and I'm REALLY sore, especially my right shoulder and arm.

My body has been through a LOT this weekend. 😂👀👀👀

💚

I also want to thank my bubba and Eli for keepin' the boys and doing a great job!

[squeiky]

Ive lost myself into the depths of Metaos (Metal Sonic x Chaos 0) (again)

(Gonna add more drawings under the cut. Dont wanna make this too long on the feed 😊)

I have a hard time draw kisses. I keep practicing, but its not easy. So instead i just make these two do what i call a little "pikachu kiss" where they just touch their little snouts together and nuzzle, then a spark of electricity appears for as long as they decided to nuzzle.

Also, i drew Chaos with a tounge. Yeah thats cannon in his final form (so i added it to his zero form. Also added the lizard-type eyelids too, so you can see his lizard styled sclera!).

I love how quickly chaos goes from 0 to 100.

Also yeah height differences, Metal is the short king (by like 3 inches maybe?). It finally got to be the robot king 👏👏👏

I like to think that the reason Neo Metal Sonic didnt just go and take the biodata from chaos himself (as he probably would've been totally chill with it) is just cause he got flustered and ran away. Also its kind of akward having to ask.

Also i headcannon that chaos just eat (or absorb) the animal freinds, considering they just straight up disapear once you give them one, so the fact that Chaos saw froggy and randomly decided to eat it, then puked it out an ran out- probably meant that chaos just doesnt like frogs, and that him turing into a frog- was because he is related to chao and once he eats a live animal freind, whether he likes it or not, will turn into it, for a short while.

I started making concepts for Metaos stickers (and valentimes day cards) Mostly am making them for myself, but if anyones interested i totally would start selling em' for a couple bucks or something (idk)

Just thinking about them sharing baby photos (aka blueprints & concept art and using live children as examples because your species are all identical)

Some zoomins of my favorite doodles:

(Ran out of pictures i can add 😭)

[catboybiologist]

Attempting to retrieve his rock for cleaning

This devious little sprinter has been flipping dishes and burrowing like mad for the past couple of days. His outdoor time has resumed and he's ZOOMIN

[skrunksthatwunk]

saw my snake yawn two days in a row!!! hell yeah

[sunnydayroleplay]

Hi hi hey! Hru doing? Jack, Joseph, and Jean reacting to Y/N innocently spreading their legs as they sit down on the couch, only for them to grab the remote underneath said couch. Hopefully this made sense -w- Thank you so very much ehe :3

Hey Hi! I'm doin' great, yourself? You are one thirsty baby aren't cha? 3 at a time? Surprised you didn't want more~ Well, prepare for a ride my dear, buckle those seat-belts! This car is zoomin'! Contents inside: Soft, soft NSFW...to an extent. That's basically how I can describe it. ____________________________________________________________

-Jack-

It's late in the afternoon, the sun is beginning to set, and the sky turned into all sorts of sweet, soothing colors. The clouds just freshly wispy, and the mood mellow. Jack sat on your living room couch, his legs straight in front of him, his posture slouched. For once he wasn't cleaning up even the slightest of dust from the window sills, but he was relaxing. Soft music played from a radio you bought at your nearby thrift store that Jack seemed to put great interest in. He hummed along to his favorite tunes, his eyes closed and his head resting back. You thought it was cute how he didn't seem to have an idea of what was going on around him when he was in his own little world. Apart from you, of course. You decided that you wanted to watch a movie, and so you looked around the general area to find where you placed that 8 inch, black slim remote of yours. No matter where your head turned, or how many times you retraced your steps, you could not find that darn thing in under 5 minutes. So, you do what any average person would do. Look underneath everything. You look underneath a few tables, inside your bed and laundry baskets, inside of drawers in the kitchen. And when the time came for you to check underneath the couch, you sat down in front of Jack. He lifted his head up to look at you. "Sunshine? What are you-"

Jack's cheeks flush softly as you place your hands on his knees, and spread open his legs. You look up at him for only a brief moment, before going underneath the couch, and pulling out that pesky remote that just keeps running away. Jack was a bit disappointed, and he very obviously pouted at you when you emerged back to his knee level. "[...], I think I need help with something~" He looks away, his face even more red, you teased him so badly, and now you better apologize~ Biting his lower lip, he let out a low groan and a breathly whimper. Now you better take care of him~

-Joseph-

The night sky was dark, the air's winter breeze blew cold. No matter how high the temperature on the heater was set, it was always send goosebumps everywhere on your skin. Joseph sat on the couch staring into nothing but his own thoughts. He had you laying your head in his lap, his hands within your hair. You snuggled up against his warm and strong thighs, mumbling softly on how nice he caressed the back of your neck, and massaged your shoulders. He enjoyed whenever the two of you hung out like this. Nothing to bother you two, no work, no one calling or texting you, just pure wholesomeness and contentment between you and Joseph. Joseph brought up the idea that maybe you two should watch a movie to end this night on a different note, not that he doesn't appreciate doing nothing with you. You got up from your nice set of fluffed up pillows, and you searched around for a familiar device. The most logical thing to do was to search where the remotes's always been hidden every other time you lost it. Underneath the couch's dark dark abyss. Collecting dust, random socks, and other random things you swept underneath when you got too lazy to pick it up. You got onto your knees in front of Joseph. He looked down in front of you, his legs bouncing up and down and faster the longer you sat down in front of him. His face heated up pretty quickly. His face held such a look of desperation, and he only wanted what he thought was coming next. You looked up at him, inching closer and closer, only to duck under, your face almost pressed against the cold floors, as you reached underneath the dusty couch to pull out that sweet device you were looking for. "Something wrong, Joey?" "Yeah, there is~" "What's up?" "Darlin' I'll tell you what's up~" He pulled you by the collar of your shirt. His lips were pressed against the your ear, as he growled out his needs. You could feel your own face flush as he licked the tips of your ear, nibbling on them gently, then pulling his mouth way. His arms were leaned against the couch, he spread his legs just a little wider. You could catch the hint, and he was so happy you did~

-Jean-

Jean was unfortunately working at home. Now, with Jean working, he's not one to enjoy much conversation or other "distractions", mainly for the reason that he just wants to get his said work over with, and nothing to get in the way. Even if it means not talking to you. With a lengthy, heavy weighted script in his left hand, a bright pink highlighter in the other, highlighting the character's name 'Rory' and any other lines that he had to memorize. He had you sitting in his lap, your legs wrapped around his lower back, and your arms wrapped around his waist as your head rested on his warm shoulders, your nose tucked inside his neck. You didn't say anything as to not bother his working process of trying to memorize every single line in the god awful adult version of an elementary school multiplication packet. You just sat down waiting for him to finish so you could talk to him and have his attention on you instead of the cream colored pages stapled together. Jean groaned in distress as he slammed the script shut onto the floor beside the couch, throwing the pink highlighter with it. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, you got up from resting your head down and you face him. "I'm done with this shit." "Are you sure baby?" "I ain't in the mood to figure out the rest of them damn lines. How 'bout we just watch a movie?" You held onto Jean's soft, soft face. Gently rubbing his freckled cheeks. You got up and began your journey of searching for a certain object that has the job of turning on the T.V for the both of your entertainment. You flip over a few couch cushions, or you look behind the T.V itself, but you came up with nothing. Jean requested the idea of not needing to watch a movie, but just cuddle up next to you with the hopes the remote would pop up eventually. Shaking your head no, determined with the quest of finding the damned thing, You got on your knees, placing your hands on Jean's inner thighs, as you gave them a tight squeeze. He let out a low, quiet moan, as you slowly spread his legs. A sweet smile crept from his face, as his right hand pushed back his hair. His head tilted and his back arched. He was so needy, and you were so mean for ducking right in between his ankles, to search under the couch's dark shadows to pull out the remote you needed. When you got back up, remote in hand, Jean was not happy. His arms were crossed, and his face in a pout , he eyed you. Looking you up and down. He crossed his legs, and you let out a soft giggle. You made his way back on his lap, as he grabbed your waist roughly, gently biting your collar bones and neck.

"You're not leaving until I say you are, you hear?"

"Y-Yes honey~"

[didyoutrydynamite]





Sorry if this was asked. I know it was asked on a individual basis(Adam i believe) but I dont know if its been answered for all invididuals of your AUs. The question, in a world with no Grimm or similar creatures, what would the members of the Renegades and team JNRZ would do? As in what jobs or similar activites do you think they would do?

Ah, the good ol' Modern Au question, I was wondering when this would happen.Luckily for you, I'm pretty sure this is the first time someone has asked me this!

Right off the bat, Team JNRZ are all regular high school students going to Bulwark High.

Jaune: Average high school student, trying to figure out what to do with his life. Does a lot of volunteer work and helping out the local community with odd jobs.

Neon: One of the popular kids, likes to go to parties, streams on twitch, part of a roller derby team, and is big on community out reach programs and local politics.

Reese: On her way to be valedictorian of her year, trouble maker on the side. Skateboards afterschool, President of the Robotics Club, and constantly a thorn in Principal Cordovin's side.

May: Quiet bookish girl in school. Studying to become a judge when she gets older, part times as a book store clerk, runs a secret cosplay blog on Zoomin.

Cinder: Finishing her final year in college for her marketing degree, temping at a Talent agency. Despite the promising career ahead of her, she's still trying out new things and side hobbies to try and find her "true calling". These include critic, model, fashion design, and culinary art.

Neo: Wonderful assistant to famous magician Roman Torchwick. They do big spectacular shows and she has fun and engaging stage presence with the audience. Side gigs as a model and competes in gymnastic competitions.

Adam: Does quite a few things to get by. Back up guitar and back up vocals in a band, bartender, and part time auto mechanic. Received his eye scar from a police brutality incident when he was younger, so now he focuses a lot on Faunus Rights and participates in protests.

[gods-no-longer-tread-here]

Tiger & Bunny daemon au because I read The Golden Compass as a baby and it altered my DNA:

Kotetsu: you might think a tiger, or perhaps a canid. incorrect. Kotetsu's daemon is a mustelid like a stoat or otter. trust me on this I have been thinking about him for 12 years

Barnaby: rabbit? fox? something elegant? no, that boy is too feral. his daemon is a badger.

Nathan: peacock. self-explanatory. beautiful, dangerous, and kind of silly.

Karina: a very fluffy cat who looks like a supermodel and has the sweetest, politest meows.

Ivan: crow or moth, because those lil dudes can imitate anything and can be very sneaky.

Pao Lin: probably still young enough that her daemon hasn't settled, but prefers flying

Keith: 100% some kind of herding dog with how much he wants to do a Good Job.

Antonio: literally just a fuckin buffalo.

Subaru: wolf, because he's very intense and also a doofus

Thomas: turtle, and she has a lil skateboard for zoomin'

Ryan: uhhhhh idk, a caiman? more intelligent than you'd think but also still an asshole

Lara: too Babby, but prefers soft, warm forms like cats, bunnies, hamsters, and small dogs

Agnes: snake. no one knows what kind. he likes to loop around her neck and hiss in her ear about how she's too hard on the heroes.

Saito: absolutely has something incredibly dangerous like a venomous spider or perhaps a komodo dragon, and it makes a lot of people very, very nervous.

[reaperseal-archive]

in other news juni update she is officially 11 weeks old today! she’s doing great learning from the other cats about how to groom better, when it’s time to play and when it’s time to sleep. she’s also been pushing their buttons to see how much she can annoy them before they smack her lmao.

pierogi has taken a very fatherly role with her and he’ll just let her lay on top of him and play with his tail/attack him while he’s just chillin and won’t scold her unless she’s being too rough

her coordination has improved a lot but she still has trouble jumping and sticking the landing when playing with a teaser toy, she’s been trying a lot harder to improve her hunting form but she still lands on her ass lol

also it’s been RLY HARD to get nice pics of her because she’s been zoomin 24/7

[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands!

B4R2: The Extinction

In the Year 2525:

“An unnerving description of how our humanity gradually erodes over the next several centuries”

London Calling:

“The song is all about the world tearing itself apart through war, famine, and disasters. The sound intensity lends itself to a feeling of danger. At the end of the song, there is a repeating "SOS" (the international distress signal) in Morse code, implying an outgoing call for help at the end of the world.”

Lyrics below the line!

In the Year 2525:

In the year 2525, if man is still alive If woman can survive, they may find In the year 3535 Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lie Everything you think, do and say Is in the pill you took today In the year 4545 You ain't gonna need your teeth, won't need your eyes You won't find a thing to chew Nobody's gonna look at you In the year 5555 Your arms hangin' limp at your sides Your legs got nothin' to do Some machine's doin' that for you In the year 6565 You won't need no husband, won't need no wife You'll pick your son, pick your daughter too From the bottom of a long glass tube

In the year 7510 If God's a coming, He oughta make it by then Maybe He'll look around Himself and say Guess it's time for the judgment day In the year 8510 God is gonna shake His mighty head He'll either say I'm pleased where man has been Or tear it down, and start again

In the year 9595 I'm kinda wonderin' if man is gonna be alive He's taken everything this old earth can give And he ain't put back nothing

Now it's been ten thousand years Man has cried a billion tears For what, he never knew, now man's reign is through But through eternal night, the twinkling of starlight So very far away, maybe it's only yesterday

In the year 2525, if man is still alive If woman can survive, they may find

London Calling:

London calling to the faraway towns Now war is declared, and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come outta the cupboard, ya boys and girls

London calling, now don't look to us Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't got no swing Except for the ring of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in Meltdown expected, the wheat is growin' thin Engines stop running, but I have no fear 'Cause London is drownin', and I live by the river

(London calling) to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, you can go it alone London calling to the zombies of death Quit holdin' out and draw another breath

London calling, and I don't wanna shout But while we were talking, I saw you noddin' out London calling, see we ain't got no Hyde 'Cept for that one with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in Engines stop running, the wheat is growin' thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear 'Cause London is drowning, and I, I live by the river

The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in Engines stop running, the wheat is growin' thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear 'Cause London is drowning, an' I, I live by the river

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Now get this

(London calling) Yes, I was there, too And ya know what they said? Well, some of it was true (London calling) At the top of the dial And after all this, won't you give me a smile? (London calling)

I never felt so much alike, alike, alike